The following story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situations between males. This is part 2 to "Eight In The Booty Hole".
Eight In The Booty Hole 2 Copyright © 2017 Emile Ochoa
Eight In The Booty Hole 2 by: Emile Ochoa
I opened my eyes, breathing heavy, and panting hard. I was in the middle of being willingly violated while my mind was crazily replaying the first time I was with Sadir. I saw his dick. I sucked his dick. I sat on his dick. He spilled his nut inside my booty hole one long, gooey squirt after another; coating my insides with his warm, baby batter, just like he was on his way to doing right now.
Sadir had me on my back, my legs bent back and over his shoulders, on my couch. He was taking my booty hole out. He smashed it like he was breeding me. I had no objections. How could I when his eight inch dick was exactly what I wanted? Sadir was more than willing to give it to me.
From the minute he came over, it was clear he was there with a purpose. At the very least, he was there to get his dick sucked. The phone conversation we had proved that. What did it taste like? He asked when we were on the phone. I told him I forgot; that I needed to taste it again to be sure. Fifteen minutes later, I was buzzing him in.
The set up was simple. Nobody else was at the apartment. The living room was past the kitchen and my room, just before my older brother's room. Tariq was at work. I didn't expect him back until late, so me and Sadir were good. We were better because Tariq left his room door open which was a welcomed access to his pornos. He had a couple. I had one, but me and Sadir had watched that one already; part of it anyway. The rest of it played in the background while I sucked his dick.
I grabbed one of Tariq's tapes and put it by the TV. I left the apartment door open. Sadir walked in, sat on the couch, and got comfortable. No need to talk about it, we both knew what was up; why he was there. I popped the tape in, got comfortable next to him, and stared at the TV screen.
He was wearing sagging blue jeans, a red tee shirt, and sneakers. There was no doubt in my mind that underneath his clothes, he was wearing boxer briefs again, and underneath it all was his strong, muscled, brown skin body waiting to be tended to. He had a dark blue, basketball cap on too. It was the typical, straight boy look, especially among us brown skin boys.
I was wearing a faded, blue tee and turquoise colored, Nike, nylon shorts. My sneakers were in my room, but I had my ankle socks on still. Underneath my boxer briefs kept my dick and booty cuddled comfortably. It wasn't going to last though. I was sure about it.
The porno played from wherever was the last place it left off. Either me or Tariq was the last one to watch it, I couldn't remember. It didn't really matter though.
"She got a fat pussy," I said to him, referring to the girl with the reddish brown hair on the screen.
"You seen this one before?"
"Parts of it. It's good."
"Yeah," he stared at the screen, watching as the woman was starting to get into the guy in the scene.
As he watched, Sadir slowly began showing signs of being horny. He started saying stuff about the woman, about the way she was sucking dick, and the way the guy moaned and rolled his hips. He had a long, meaty, dark skinned dick. She was on it; bobbing her head up and down to bad porn music in the background, but it was good enough to get Sadir going.
I got up to get something from my room. When I got back, he had his dick out and was slowly stroking it up and down, rubbing it, and holding it as he watched the porno. I sat next to him again, glancing over between his dick and the porno. I watched him for a minute like that before I set things in motion because I was ready to put my mouth on him again and more.
"You like that?" I smirked at him.
"Yeah, she giving good head. I wish she was me. I mean I wish she was doing that to me."
"Oh, you want some head?" I licked my lips.
"Yeah. I want you to do to him what she's doing to him," he glanced over at me.
"What?" I chuckled. I knew what he meant, but it was about the tease. The anxious feeling was as much a turn on as his eight inch dick was.
"I mean I want you to do to me what's she's doing to him," Sadir looked at me.
"Oh, you want me to give you head again," I teased.
"Yeah."
He didn't say anything else. He reached over, put his hand on my head, and yanked me down to his crotch and onto his dick. I opened my mouth and swallowed his already swelled piece, head and all. Gulp. My lips wrapped around it and sealed it inside the warm, wet vacuum of my mouth again.
Sadir kept his hand on my head. He guided me as I bobbed up and down on him again. We were only forty eight hours removed from the first hook up. I felt the weight from his hand that he exerted every time I went down. I was forced to be face deep in his pubes and it was all good. I bobbed my head steadily, sucking his dick again for all it was worth as he sat there, groaning softly while he watched the woman do her work.
I came up and glanced at the screen for a moment. The guy was rubbing that pinkish pussy harshly as she went on sucking. I blocked Sadir's view for a moment. I grabbed the sides of his already opened jeans, pulled them down and off. His dick was out through the opening of his burgundy underwear. I took them down and off. He slouched back, spread his legs, and grabbed his dick.
I got on my knees between his legs. He pulled my face into his crotch. I inhaled strongly. His scent was, in one word, manly. I licked his balls and up and down his shaft, savoring every piece of him before he made me give him head again by shoving his dick in my mouth. Sadir put both his hands on my head and forced me all the way down on him.
I wasn't complaining, not even with his dick tip tickling the back of my throat. It wasn't long before the gulping, squishing sounds of sucking a big dick started up. I gulped a few times before I stopped giving him head. I wiped my mouth off as I stroked him. Sadir watched my hand working him and quietly enjoyed it.
He looked up at the TV again and licked his lips. He yanked my head back down and held it there. He made me give him head. I was his for the taking. I sicker him off again until my mouth got foamy from spit. I came up off of him and breathed hard.
"Mhmm, nice and wet," I rubbed his dick. It was real wet with spit.
"Pull your shorts down," he told me. He wasn't looking at me though. It was hot. He was definitely the bull. I was his pussy. "Take your underwear off."
My dick was poking in my underwear with a huge wet spot that had formed from all the precome I leaked. I pulled my underwear down, and grabbed my dick, squeezing it and stroking it upward from the base. A huge glob of precome dripped out and drizzled down to my shorts and underwear on the floor.
Sadir stroked his dick again as I stroked mine. Despite how calm I felt, my breathing was strong. I went closer to him. I knew he wouldn't give me head because that wasn't his thing. At the end of the day, he was straight still. It didn't matter though because I didn't really need it. I straddled his lap. Our dicks touched together as I grinded against him.
"Mhmm," I moaned. "You want it?" I asked seductively. "Hmm, you want that?" I squirmed on his lap letting our crotches rub intensely together.
"Ssss," Sadir moaned.
The porno still played in the background. We listened as whatever woman it was, got her pussy dominated in the way my booty hole was thirsty to get done. I wanted a drink. I was in the mood for Sadir's dick smoothie; supersized. His dick was so hard and dribbling so much precome, that it looked painfully in need of some serious relief.
He grabbed my booty cheeks. His squeeze only made me grind on him harder and faster. My hips rolled, I squirmed on him, panting slightly hard, and moaning softly. I slid my hands beneath his shirt up to his chest. His pecs were defined; his nipples hard. I pinched them playfully, twisting them, and tugging on them. I rubbed his body. Sadir let me.
"Aghhh," he moaned and bit his lower lip. I twisted his nipples hard causing him to arch his back and grip my booty hard. "Get off," he was direct.
I backed away and got off of him. He stood up and yanked me forward to the couch. I got my left knee up and only my left knee up before Sadir grabbed me by the shoulder and put his dick head between in my booty cheeks. I felt it pressed up against my booty hole. I was barely balanced when he prodded me open in a forceful jab. My hole popped open.
"Ssss," I flinched when he went in more.
He took me by the waist and pulled me backward. I was at the edge of the cushions, bent over with my hands pressed against the back of the couch. I had nowhere else to go. Sadir knew it too. He pushed his dick in more while pulling my body back on him. Fuck! My hole stretched open, and it wasn't gradual.
Sadir made it open quick, fast, and in a hurry as he went all in. I had no choice but to swallow his dick. I wanted to cry out from the initial penetration, but it was too late to even think about it because Sadir was already fucking me up. He had his fingers dug into my hip joint, keeping me directly in front of him and holding me in place.
He forced me open more with every thrust he gave me. He was all the way in and then pulled back and then in again.
"Ugh, Ssss, ugh, ugh," I groaned. He went harder and deeper.
Sadir rolled his hips and thrust up in me again. He knew exactly what he was doing too; slamming his body against mine. The more I tried to get him to slow down or not go so hard, the more he yanked me back to him and down on his dick. There was no escaping it. Sadir was being the bull again.
My whole body jerked with every hit I took. The vocal sounds coming from the women in the porno echoed the sounds coming from me. It was more than just an available fuck opportunity. Sadir was breaking me again. What the fuck did I do to get punished like that? Oh right, I asked for it. I wanted the bull.
"Come on, get this dick," he told me as he leaned forward, gripped my shoulders and shoved his dick inside me and stopped. "Turn around," he said and spun me around. "Right there," he stopped me.
We were facing the TV now. I was barely holding on to the stand while Sadir went back to ramming my hole and making me feel every bit of a street ho that he wanted me to feel like. I was a brown skin booty that was available to him whenever he wanted to take it. He took it too. He took it while he watched the scene playing out of a wet pussy getting licked, fingered, and sexually tortured in pleasure. It was raw, intense, unapologetic smashing meant for a moment just like what we were up to.
"Ugh... fuck, ow, easy..." I flinched and tried to come off his dick some, but he wouldn't let me.
"Nah, where you going. Come back here," he gripped my shoulders.
"Ugh, ugh! Ssss, ooh," I groaned almost as loud as the woman in the porno whined.
"Get on the couch," he said. I went. "No, the other way, on your back."
He took my legs, pushed them back, and spread them apart just enough as he positioned himself over me. He pointed his dick at my agape hole and put it back in.
"Agh," I groaned. I panted hard; breathe rapidly, huffing with every pump I got.
Sadir had me on my back, my legs bent back and over his shoulders, on my couch. He was taking my booty hole out. He smashed it like he was breeding me. I had no objections. How could I when his eight inch dick was exactly what I wanted? Sadir was more than willing to give it to me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him in, and begged him to fuck me.
"Yeah, fuck me boy, fuck me," I told him. "Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm," I grunted. "Harder, fuck me harder, ugh!"
"Like that?" He leaned into me more.
He literally had me folded in half, the tips of my toes bounced against the arm of the couch. My neck was bent so far down that my chin was in my chest. I was a pretzel underneath him with my boots up in the air under his crotch. He was hot and getting sweaty. There was little space for me to breathe and my body temperature rose quickly from the way he penetrated me so roughly.
Sadir gripped the couch arm and pulled himself into me as far and as deep as he could, and fucked me steadily; rhythmically driving his dick deep inside. I felt him more than I ever had before. It felt like he was going to pop out from somewhere else in my body. I felt him in my stomach, against my prostate; fuck, in my back.
My legs started to cramp and go numb. I was trapped. I had nowhere to go, not even if I tried. Straight boys knew how to tear pussy up, but they also knew how to rip booty; at least Sadir did. I thought I manipulated him into doing shit, getting a straight boy to do some gay shit, but the truth is, he wanted to fuck the way he liked to fuck; the way girls wouldn't let him fuck them. They should've.
All Sadir needed was a willing participant. He got that in me. Now that he got it, he wasn't stopping until he was ready. So much for Mr. Innocent, quiet, high school boy. Sadir was really a fuck beast.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," I panted really hard.
My hole was on fire. Sweat dripped down from Sadir and the sides of my face. I was struggling to breathe because his body was so close to mine that every time I took a breath, it was nothing more than warm, moist, salty, musky air I took in. It was the smell of guys fucking and fucking long and hard.
He paused for a moment to catch his breath. He was still inside me though. I didn't move. Sadir slowly pulled away from me and sat back. My legs clumsily fell down as I gulped and breathed really hard. He reached for me and pulled me toward him.
"We not done," he positioned me over him. "Come over here."
I straddled him and sat on his dick. He grabbed my waist, lifted me up a little and proceeded to rapidly prod my hole for all it was worth. How much was it worth? Let me put it to you like this. Train ride at the time, a buck twenty five, a pair of new sneakers, eighty nine dollars, fucking a sweet booty, priceless. It's a fact. Sadir was well aware of that fact. He dug his fingers in deep and picked me up and brought me down on his eight. He bounced me up and down vivaciously.
I locked my fingers behind my head, arched my back some, and let him have at it. My dick was throbbing hard, bouncing off his body and oozing precome like crazy. It got all over him. It froth up and collected under my dick head. Mixing with sweat and more gooey globs caused a sticky, pasty spread that was unrelenting.
Sadir had his eyes closed. His facial expression was twisted and intense looking. He drove into me non stop and fast. I felt him grip my booty tightly as he separated my cheeks. My hole membrane was fully exposed as was his dick rapidly punishing it. He didn't say anything. He just kept going. He kept going. He kept going deep.
"Ugh, Ssss, huh, huh, huh," he drove it home as he was coming. He grunted, panted, huffed, and thrust his dick in deep.
I bounced on him as he continuously nutted. Come slid down his shaft onto his balls as I did. Sadir groaned and twisted some. He was feeling it. I could tell he was at that point where his dick was getting ripe and real sensitive to any touch or movement. He was about to quiver so I grinded on him; hard. He twisted around again.
"Ugh!" He gripped me and jerked.
I clenched my cheeks and rode him faster. My dick slapped against his abdomen, his dick was stiff and pulsing as I drove my body down on it, I panted, moaned, and rolled my hips really fast.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I yelled when it was at that point.
I didn't even try to control it. My dick hurt like it was after the first time I nutted when I was thirteen after I jerked off for the first time. It was the same feeling I got right before I came. The faster I rolled my hips, the stronger the feeling got until my piss hole bust open and nut shot out in a long, gooey, thick, squirt that landed across his stomach, up to his chest. Then another one that hit his face. Then another and another and more until I was spent. I came that good nut. There was no doubt about that.
Sadir let me stay on his dick for a minute while I caught my breath and he wiped his face. He smeared the come on his chest and stomach and messed with it on his fingers. I took his hand and sucked each finger, eating my come. He picked more up and fed it to me. I slowly, gently, and purposely rolled my hips over him.
This all started because he wanted to get to know me better, because he wanted to know what it felt like to get head from a guy, and I wanted to give him head after I'd seen his dick. He wanted to know what it was like to fuck a guy and I wanted to know what his dick felt like. Now that I had, I wanted to keep feeling it. I got up. We got cleaned up.
"You know we gonna do this again," I told him.
"Nah, I'm straight," he said.
"I know, so how's tomorrow? Tariq got a few other tapes," I groped him. He was still hard.
"What time?" He asked. I smiled.
The End
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