Gone Black - Chapter Seven - Pass the Tall Twink's Tail

Gone Black - Chapter Seven - Pass the Tall Twink's Tail

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 7 – PASS THE TALL TWINK'S TAIL

I trudged behind Randol to the big room where the other five men were sprawled out, watching the football game. I'm certain my face was the same shade of bright red as the harness and singlet that I wore. I was hoping maybe the crowd would be distracted by the game and wouldn't pay much attention to us, but unfortunately as we entered there was a time out, so I had five pairs of eyes on me. It only got worse when one of the dudes said, "Show us your boy toy's ass, Randy. Looks interesting."

Randol smirked at me. "You heard the man, Collins. Turn around, bend over, and spread those cheeks. The bros wanna see how deep that lily white crack is and the nice, puckered pink hole inside it."

I wanted to slink into the corner and disappear, but I did as he ordered. Randol rewarded my efforts with four or five hard slaps on the ass from his bare hand. I stifled a yell as my ass burned. "Gentlemen, I give you a white hole that's perfect for hard black shafts. And a slut twink ho that wants black cock and wants it bad."

A couple of men snickered. One said, "Nice, Randy. I gotta hand it to you. You do have an eye for twink ass. That's one awesome bubble butt."

"Thank you gentlemen," Randol replied with mock modesty.

"Damn, after you spanked him, the tall twink's tail is the same color as his harness and singlet."

"Yeah. Raises some intriguing possibilities, doesn't it?" Randol punctuated his comment by spanking my bare ass one more time.

Ron interrupted to tell the dudes to shut up because the game was starting. Leading me by the chain attached to my collar, Randol guided me to an empty couch. He plopped down and patted the space next to me, inviting – or ordering – me to join him. I did, relieved that my entrance was over and hoping things didn't get any more embarrassing. I mean having to bend over and show your hole to six assembled men was about as bad as it could get. At least nobody commented on my boner. I couldn't believe I was hard. Rock hard and threatening to rip the mesh of the singlet's pouch. Getting my ass spanked should have taken care of that, but it only made it worse.

I was turned on by the humiliation. Turned on being naked in front of six black men. Turned on being called a boy toy. As much as I'd looked forward to what I thought would be an afternoon of rolling around in bed with Randol, the prospect of a six-on-one gangbang was sounding awfully hot too. At least my damn cock thought so.

Randol didn't say anything, instead focusing on the football game with the rest of the group, occasionally chiming in with a comment about the game. I was only halfway watching the game, instead being self-conscious about being practically naked and in a room with six black men who each seemed likely to fuck me. They were at least ten years older than me, and some were probably close to thirty. I barely knew Randol, and the rest of the dudes knew nothing more about me than my name. It was totally weird. If Randol hadn't felt me up and moved my hand onto his junk at the restaurant, I wouldn't even be here.

I began to relax a little, helped along by a couple of beers and some dynamite dope that was casually passed around. I had a good buzz. I carefully scoped out the other men, trying to avoid being caught openly ogling them.

Ron seemed to be the leader of the group, if there was one. Maybe he lived in the old Victorian. His arms and chest were enormous. The other two men at the house when we arrived – Martel and Kordell – were built the same way, although they weren't as massive as Ron. In contrast, the three waiters were slender and wiry.

All of a sudden, I felt a tug on the collar. Randol was using the chain attached to it to pull my head down into his crotch. I looked at him in surprise. His smile was a smirk.

Fuck! He meant for me to give him head while his bros nonchalantly watched football. He pulled my head down into his crotch, whispering, "That's right, white boy. It's show time. You know what to do. It's not a quickie this time. You're gonna make love to my cock. You want it bad and you're gonna give me the best damn blow job of your life."

I thought about suggesting we return to his bedroom, but I knew that wasn't what Randol wanted and I was too intimidated by him – hell the entire scene – to propose it. And... I dunno, something about servicing the stud in front of his friends was hot. I'd kinda gotten off being the homecoming ho for Deandre and his bandmates, and I still whacked off recalling the Labor Day gangbang Jeron engineered. Maybe I was an exhibitionist. Maybe I liked the idea of an audience. Maybe I wanted to stage a performance to entice other men to take my holes for a ride.

Randol's shorts showed a nice bulge. He helped me by lifting up and sliding them down, exposing his awesome black cock and smooth, juicy eggs. I took a deep breath and started licking, holding my breath and keeping one ear pealed for the audience. Nobody reacted and I began to relax.

His dick was great. He was not huge, but his cut black fuck stick was fleshy and, like the rest of him, beautiful. Even his kinky pubes were perfectly manicured. Randol could have been a model. If there was such a thing as a dick model, his dick could have modeled too. His nut sac was smooth and silky and his balls were big and, I hoped, full. I alternately worked both, cognizant of his statement that this wasn't a quickie. I had time to enjoy his junk and get to know every inch of it intimately.

The silence from the five men continued. They had to know I was going down on Randol, but it was as if it was no big deal for a white boy they'd never seen before to be giving head to their bro in the middle of a football game. The game was apparently the more interesting show. I sorta forgot about the rest of the room as I worked Randol's pole.

He sat back and put his hands behind his head, letting me suck his cock and balls as he drank a beer and smoked some weed. He pulled a bottle of poppers from somewhere and breathed them in, giving me a long sigh as I deep throated his shaft. He shoved them under my nose, saying, "Let's see what this does for your cocksucking talents, boy. You're good and you love black cock, but you're here to take it to the next level."

I'd never sniffed poppers before. In an instant my head was spinning and Randol's cock, which was great to begin with, had become the best dick I'd ever sucked, by far. I was amazed by it, relishing the smooth skin, thick veins and hard shaft. I devoured it while studying every curve, ridge and bit of skin. My own cock threatened to explode. It was stretching the mesh of the jock pouch to the point of ripping it.

The blow job was long, leisurely and languorous, the opposite of the quickie I'd delivered in the restaurant john. It was also the opposite of any blow job I'd given. The dudes I'd gone down on might let me suck them for a little while but could never resist clamping their hands on my head and fucking my mouth. Or else they skull fucked me from the beginning. Randol wasn't even thrusting his hips upward, merely resting as I made love to his rod. I had no idea if he was close. I kept at it as the TV droned on in the background and Randol's friends talked about the game, occasionally breaking into cheers or groans.

As I bobbed up and down on his stiff prick, Randol slid his arm around my shoulders and slipped a hand onto my bare ass, playing with the thin string of the singlet. He jerked it back and forth, which had the effect of wedging it into my crack and making my cock bob up and down. It was almost like he was beating me off. I didn't know if I'd be able to hold it and just when I thought I might blow hands-free, he released the string and began slowly massaging my crack, gradually working his hand deeper and deeper. He interrupted the cocksucking marathon long enough to stick his fingers into my mouth, making me milk them until they were wet, staring into my eyes with a grin. Once I'd sucked on his fingers enough to get them wet, he eased them into my ass, slipping them into my hole and slowly finger fucking me.

My cock desperately wanted to be released. I was pre-cumming like crazy, soaking the singlet. However, I was getting the idea that Randol wasn't interested in my dick, only my holes. That wasn't a big surprise. I'd yet to have a black man give a shit about my cock. My rod wasn't bad. Actually it was bigger than average and looked okay. Ben and Luke had liked it, but they were the only dudes who'd been interested in it, and it was clear they both liked black dick better.

I couldn't blame them. I did too.

Randol had three fingers inside my ass and had taken a couple of deep breaths of poppers when, with absolutely no warning, he shot. His first spurt caught me by surprise and came too fast for me to react. Most of it ran out of my mouth and dripped into his pubes, but I made sure that I closed my lips around his pole and swallowed the rest of his nut. Damn! I had no warning. The dude never even thrust his cock into my mouth or said anything. He'd been completely passive and relaxed as I brought him to a climax. I had to try that sometime, not that anyone was sucking me off.

I savored Randol's big load, sort of a black nut dessert after brunch, the same as he'd delivered after dinner a week before. He let me continue to lick and mouth his dick after it stopped firing jizz and gradually softened. I made sure to clean up the spunk that had dripped into his pubes.

"That was sweet. I love a relaxing blow job after I get off work."

Recalling his instructions that I should beg for more, I licked my lips and said, "Sir, can I have another?"

It took him a moment to make the connection, but he broke into a big smile and laughed. "Quick study, indeed. I'm gonna like fucking you in the ass!"

I was also supposed to plead for it. "Please, fuck me silly!"

He grinned again and said, "You'll get it, baby, you'll get it."

The game reached halftime and several of the dudes got up to hit the john, grab another beer, or get snacks. I felt idiotic dressed only in the mesh singlet and harness, so I stayed on the couch, not wanting to attract attention. The men mostly ignored me although I got a couple of long stares and smirks. Randol brought me a beer, which I guzzled. I sorta had a headache from the poppers but began to feel better after the beer and a couple of hits on a joint.

We were well into the third quarter when Randol turned to me and said, "The second act is all about your asscunt. Get on your stomach. I'm gonna find out if your twink bubble butt is as good as I think it is."

I swear my dick had been hard since Randol stripped in his bedroom. I couldn't resist stroking myself a couple of times, but Randol stopped me, grabbing my hand. "Don't touch it. White boys take cock easier when they're horny. Which means you don't get to cum. I want you horny all night long." Fuck. I could have beaten off a dozen times and I'd still be horny for his fuck stick.

Face down on the couch, I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought a couple of the dudes watched Randol running his hands over my glutes and pry open my ass crack. However, it wasn't like they were staring or seemed to think anything was unusual. Whenever a play in the game resumed, they were back to watching the football game.

Randol told me to lie on his lap and he continued to play with my ass. I felt like a kid bent over an adult's knee, ready to be spanked. That was exactly what happened. Without warning, the stud waiter hit my bare buns with his open hand, hard, causing me to yelp. It was more from surprise than pain, although my glutes stung.

Ironically, we'd finally gotten the audience's attention. Martel, who was bald and had huge biceps, growled, "Gag the fucker if you're gonna do that, Randy!"

Kordel chimed in, "Yeah, shut the twink up!"

One of the waiters, who had the lightest skin of the six men but ironically was named Onyx, added, "Especially if you're gonna ram that butt plug in his ass before you fuck him."

"You bros might want his mouth," Randol protested with a laugh. "For a white twink, he gives damn good head. Some brother trained him and trained him damn well."

"Then we'll take the gag out when we want his mouth," Ron grunted. "But for now, shut him up. What if he's a squealer? We're trying to watch the game here!"

Someone tossed Randol a contraption that turned out to be a ball gag. I'd seen them in porn videos but never in person. Randol smiled sweetly and said, "You heard the bros, Collins. You'll probably like this anyway." He fitted the gag in my mouth and secured it behind my head. The device kept my mouth wide open and I couldn't speak intelligently even if I wanted to. He returned to my ass, spanking me with his bare hand until I'm sure my butt was beet red. It sure as hell stung. The audience didn't mind the noise from the spanking as much as they did when I opened my mouth.

Randol maneuvered me onto my back and hoisted my legs into the air. He dove into my crack, licking my anus and gradually working his tongue into my hole. I was stunned. I'd rimmed guys before but had never had it done to me. The afternoon was turning into one of firsts – kissing, poppers, a ball gag, and now getting rimmed.

Getting my ass eaten was interesting. Kinda hot. I liked it because I knew it was a prelude to getting dicked and I was hoping Randol would take the same slow approach to fucking that he'd taken to the blow job. Not that I didn't like slam fucks too.

By all appearances he planned to plow me while his bros watched. I was past the point of finding the scene weird. The stud waiter finished eating my ass, leaving it wet and ripe for fucking, but the butt plug was next. I had one of my own that I used to open my ass before Jeron plowed me, but Randol produced a big black one that I judged to be far too big for my ass. It certainly seemed too big as he lubed it up and started to force it into my hole. No way it was getting past my sphincter.

Randol backed off. "Damn, boy. I thought your asscunt was tight when I was tonguing it, but you're like a vise. Not good news for you, because I love destroying a tight boi pussy and my bros like a tight hole too. We need to get you good and relaxed."

He removed the ball gag long enough to feed me a fat joint and a beer as we watched the football game. In little time my head was spinning. The gag went back in and he handed me the poppers. With a grin he said, "You're gonna need those." He re-greased the plug and said, "This is gonna hurt, at first. Then... you're a ho for black cock and you're gonna get your dream."

I inhaled a couple of lungfuls of poppers, making my head feel hot and ready to explode. When the plug entered me, I didn't scream. Of course, with the gag stuffed in my mouth all I could have done was gurgle, but even without it I think I could have bitten my tongue and kept quiet. It hurt worse than Jeron's fuck stick always did until I was able to relax. It hurt worse than D'Marcus' fat prick when he bred me every night after football practice. It hurt, but I kinda wanted it to.

Randol played with the plug, twisting it around and sliding it in and out of me, and after complaining mightily, my ass eventually relaxed. It was wide open and ready for cock. Randol smiled. "What do you think, white boy? That ass ready for a black bone? Ready to take it balls deep? It's time you got bred." Damn he was handsome. And yeah, I was ready. I was even more ready when he pulled off his tight T-shirt. He'd done modelling and I could see why. His sleek, slender body was ripped and perfect, down to his hard, black shaft and dangling ball sac.

He left the ball gag in my mouth and handed me the lube. I coated his cock, loving the sensation of his hard rod in my hand. Randol let me play with his tool for a minute or two before saying, "It's show time baby. Time to stuff this big black cock into your tight white boi pussy. You want this?"

I was hungry for cock. I nodded and Randol got on his knees on the floor next to the couch. Hoisting my legs onto his shoulders and pulling out the plug, he slid his hard shaft into me in one quick motion. Damn! It felt great. I let out a happy moan, which was kinda lost in translation because of the gag.

He shoved the poppers back under my nose and hissed. "Keep breathing them in, baby. When I breed a white boy, I want him insanely horny and hungry for my nut. Don't take those poppers away from your nose, you hear?"

My head was hot, spinning and feeling like it might explode. Randol was a blur as he began to pump my ass. I was exactly where he wanted me – insanely horny and hungry for his nut. Damn did his cock ever feel incredible inside me.

He reached forward, running his hands across my abs and chest, lingering at my nipples. He circled them before pinching them, hard. I gurgled into the gag. The black hunk merely laughed. "You like that boy? You need some hardware in those tits so I can work them right. Maybe we'll get you some wicked piercings." He twisted and squeezed my nipples, pinching them until I feared they would bleed. Despite the pain, I kinda liked it. With the poppers, each stab of pain was like a bolt of lightning that went straight to my cock, causing it to lurch. Although maybe feeling Randol's rod sliding into my primed boi pussy was causing my dick to lurch.

My nipples were throbbing, hard peas that stood out on my chest like tiny, bright red rocks. About the time I didn't think I could take any more tit torture, Randol grew bored. Instead he grabbed my balls. He squeezed harder and harder until I was grimacing in pain and gurgling into the gag. He watched me intently the entire time with an excited smile on his face. I was getting the impression that beneath his handsome exterior was a sick fuck. He probably had a sadistic streak a mile wide and I was only seeing the tip of the iceberg. Scarier was that beneath my basketball jock exterior might be a boy with a masochistic streak.

The black stud continued to power his cock in and out of my ass, sliding all the way in until his pubes were pressed against my smooth ass cheeks and then pulling out until barely the tip of his tool was inside me. Sucking in poppers, I loved every minute of the fuck. Randol seemed to enjoy rutting in my ass, too. "Fuck yeah, white boy. Your ass was made for dick! I could fuck you all day if your ass weren't so tight that it's gonna force the cum from my balls." I instinctively squeezed my ass around his pole, causing him to murmur, "That's right boy, work that ass. Show me how much you want my seed. Maybe I should let you do all the work."

However, he didn't stop pumping my hole. Rather, he boned me for what was slowly becoming the longest fuck that I'd endured. Not that I was complaining, but Jeron and D'Marcus were mostly interested in cumming as quickly as they could. Sort of a `wham bam' without the `thank you ma'am.' Lord knows the dudes who'd fucked me on Homecoming and at the Labor Day gangbang were intent on getting off fast. In contrast, Randol wanted to dominate me and rut in my hole long enough to make me remember the fuck for a good long time. That result was guaranteed.

I don't know if he timed it or not, but without much warning he fired into my ass just as the game ended to a round of cheers from the other five men as their team won. It almost sounded like they were celebrating Randol's success in seeding me. He was barely breathing hard, but his cock filled my boi pussy with spunk.

With the game over, the focus turned to fucking rather than football. Several of the bros got up and stared at us. Randol pulled his cum-coated cock from my used hole. His white jizz stood out against his black skin. I would have gladly cleaned it for him to get a second taste of his nut. But with the ball gag I was helpless, and instead he wiped the slimy mixture on my stomach, saving some for my face and hair.

He turned to his bros and announced, "The tall twink already announced that it's blacks on white night, gentlemen. So start your engines and prepare to board the white slut ho! Pass his tail around."

One of the waiters, Cavin, laughed and said, "Cool. Stuff that butt plug inside him and keep his hole juiced and spread for me. I gotta leave soon but I've got time for a quick fuck. First I'm gonna hit the john and get a beer."

Randol was only too happy to shove the butt plug back inside me, leering and hissing in my ear, "Keeping that hole hot for my bros, baby." I grimaced as the damn thing wrenched my raw hole open. It felt better than the first time, but still hurt. At least I was able to lower my legs, if only for a few moments. I'd had them in the air so long they were beginning to get numb.

The C ring in the singlet had kept my cock hard the entire time Randol bred me and I desperately wanted to at least squeeze it and reduce the pressure. Randol seemed to read my mind, or maybe he merely wanted to torture me more. He closed his hand around the singlet pouch but instead of my cock he grabbed my balls, pressuring them until they became painful. It was doing nothing to make my cock feel better.

"Maybe next time I'll crush these white eggs as I seed your asscunt. You liked taking a load of black nut inside your fuck chute, didn't you boy? Well, my bros are about to turn that into cum butter. They're gonna party in your hole! When you gawked at me in the restaurant the first time I knew you were a horny slut who was desperate to throw those long legs into the air, but who would have thought that you were the slut ho you really are?"

Cavin returned, glugged the last of his beer and fisted himself into an erection while Onyx, Kordel and Martel smoked weed, drank, and watched the action. They'd added Tequila to the drink mix, knocking back shots in between chugging beer. Onyx removed my ball gag long enough to pour a beer and a couple of shots down my throat and shove a joint in my mouth. I sucked in several lungfuls of dope. Between the beer, the poppers, the weed and now Tequila, I would not be feeling great tomorrow morning. To say nothing of the fact that my asshole would probably be raw and sore. Of course, none of that dissuaded me from eagerly anticipating what was about to happen. Cavin had a nice cock that looked like it could do some major damage. It wasn't the perfect, beautiful tool that Randol had, but I was still hungry for it.

Cavin got on his knees and ripped the butt plug from my ass. I couldn't help but yell, causing Ron, who hadn't moved from his chair in front of the TV, to growl, "I told you to gag the twink!" The ball gag went back into one hole and Cavin's stiff rod went into the other.

"Hold his legs," Cavin said. "I wanna pound the fucker." Kordel and Martel got on either side of me and hoisted my legs high, which was good because I was tired of keeping them in the air. The sight of the two men's muscular arms spreading my legs wide and holding my ankles was hot. The feel of Cavin's shaft in my abused hole was hotter.

Unlike Randol, Cavin was into a quick pummeling of my butt. He rammed his rigid tool into my hole, quickly reaching full fucking speed. "Fuck yeah," he moaned, "That ass is tight! You didn't tell us your boy's hole was so good, Randy."

"I know how to pick `em. But that fuck chute is a good one, isn't it? The boy's hole was made for dick. Big black dick. Best part is that he knows it and he's a total ho for it. Isn't that right, Collins?" I didn't answer, but I didn't have to. It was written in my eyes.

Cavin delivered a fast fuck. He rammed my boi pussy for five or six minutes before blowing a big nut, shooting it deep inside my guts. Kordel and Martel kept my legs raised as he pulled out and Onyx tag-teamed me, taking Cavin's place and shoving his rock-hard rod into my sloppy hole. He laughed, "Damn, Randy, you know how to pick twinks."

"Guilty as charged," Randol smirked.

"Fuck!" Onyx exclaimed as he began riding my ass. His eerie green eyes bored into me. "I think he likes getting gangbanged. How'd you talk him into it, Randy?"

"Dude, you ain't been paying attention. I didn't talk him into anything. I told him. Told him what he was here for and what was going down. Told him his job was to suck cock and take it in the ass. Didn't I boy?"

Gagged, I wasn't in a position to answer, but I sorta nodded. It was enough of an answer for Randol. "You don't ask twinks. You tell them. You don't wait for them to say yes, because they don't know what they want. You explain what's going down and what they're gonna do. You don't say please. You order them to shut the fuck up, open their mouths and bend over. You don't ask if they liked it. You fuck their brains out and then explain to them how much they loved it and want it again."

Soon Onyx was panting heavily as he followed Cavin's lead, slam fucking my butt and seemingly trying to get off as quickly as he could. He didn't take long before juicing me. He kept his tool imbedded in my ass until it was soft, panting as he slowly caught his breath. When he pulled out, he replugged my hole and cleaned his cummy cock on my abs, which were crusting with a couple of impressive layers of dried spunk. "That," he announced, "was a fine fuck."

Cavin and Onyx took their leave, making a point of saying goodbye to Ron. After they split, Randol said to Kordel and Martel, "Who's next? We've got some prime twink ass on the menu."

Both studs planned to sample my wares. Martel grunted, "Why don't we use the sling and the thruster?" He looked toward Ron and asked, "Ron, how about it?"

Ron hadn't budged from his chair in front of TV. He said, "I dunno."

"C'mon dude. We built it for you. You've hardly used it."

"I ain't a big fan of twinks, much less white twinks."

"Neither are we," Kordel chimed in. "But a hole is a hole, especially if it's tight and comes highly recommended. With this slut, you won't have to deal with the drama that twinks usually cause. He ain't complained so far. We can fuck him and then kick him out. That's what Randy does with the twinks that line up to take his seed."

"Hey, I resemble that comment," Randol smirked. "I'm honest. I make sure my twinks know they're only around for one thing. Isn't that right, Collins? What did I tell you that you were here for?"

With the ball gag I couldn't respond. It took Randol a moment to realize that and remove it. It was a relief, as I was getting tired of having my jaws clamped open.

"You told me I was here for two things. Suck cock. Take it up the ass."

"That's right. And what did you promise to do?"

"Suck, swallow and spread. Blacks on white night."

Randol flashed a big smile, which made him stunningly handsome. He glanced at Ron and said, "What do you say, bro? We won the game. Why don't you celebrate by enjoying a little delicacy? A twink ass tight enough to squeeze the nut right out of your balls."

"Fine," Ron growled. He tossed a fleece throw off his lap and I belatedly realized he was in a wheelchair. The dude's legs were thin sticks, particularly compared to his massive arms. I felt stupid that I hadn't noticed before.

Randol grabbed the chain and pulled me into the next room, which was stuffed with exotic bondage equipment. The four dudes soon had me strapped into a leather sling and were spreading my crack wide as they played with the butt plug. I hoped cum wouldn't leak out when the plug came out, but that seemed highly unlikely.

"You go first, Martel," Ron said. "Takin three cocks should have opened the boy up, but to be on the safe side I better go last."

"With pleasure." I was happy to watch Martel strip. However, my view of his massive body was too quick. His shaved head made him look a little sinister, and he did nothing to dispel that notion by glowering at me and frowning as he guided his big black cock toward my waiting asshole. He ripped the plug out and forced his way inside, causing me to gasp.

Ron apparently didn't like verbal bottoms. He grunted, "Shut the fuck up or we'll gag you again." I made a mental note to keep my mouth shut. Ass open, mouth shut. Enjoy getting black boned in silence.

I'd been fucked by several older black men, going back to Booker at the Labor Day gangbang, D'Marcus' dad, and Willy's friend Lee. But staring up at Martel's masculine face and muscular chest made me think getting dicked by black daddies was something I particularly enjoyed. It made me shiver to think that Martel had probably fucked his first ass before I was even born. I wondered how many dudes had felt his big slab of manhood inside them.

The bro wasn't into gentle fucking. He rammed me hard enough that the chains on the sling jangled, and he soon built up a sweat, his bald head and dark face glistening as he slammed his prick into my sloppy hole. The sling allowed him to grind his shaft into me, and he took full advantage, shoving Randol, Cavin and Onyx's cum mixture deep into my guts. I liked how the sling supported my back, head and legs, allowing me to watch the stud's face, gaze at his ripped chest and abs, and focus on how the stud's manhood felt inside me, which was awesome. I was still outfitted in the ridiculous red harness and singlet Randol had given me, but the mesh pouch had long since gotten drenched in a mixture of sweat and pre-cum.

Martel took longer to climax than either Cavin or Onyx. He began breathing heavier and pummeling my hole faster and harder, and with a gasping, "I'm cumming!" he shot, filling my boi pussy with his babymakers. He continued to pump me as his cock softened before pulling out and wiping his tool on my abs. They seemed to be the cum rag of choice for the black bros.

My hole was a gaping mess, but it wasn't empty for long. Kordel took over where Martel left off. The bro's tool was even bigger than Martel's – bigger than any of the dudes who'd enjoyed my ass during the afternoon – and it wrenched my fuck chute open as he jammed it into me. Kordel was close to Martel's age – I'd say 40 – but wasn't bald, even though his hair was cut short. His skin was a shade darker than any of the other dudes. He quickly got into a steady fucking rhythm, even taking a step forward so I was tilted in the sling. In that position my boi pussy was firmly impaled on this donkey dong. My own weight was forcing my ass down on his rod, making it penetrate me that much farther.

Kordel liked edging. He got close and then stopped, keeping his fuck stick wedged in my ass and grinding it for a few minutes before pulling out and starting to fuck again. I was beginning to think I was in for an endless ass pounding when he exhaled, "FUCKIN A!" and fired cum missiles into my hole. Instead of wiping his rod on my skin, he circled behind me and shoved it down my throat. I was perfectly happy to get a taste of the cum mélange in my ass, although the stud's big pole stretched my throat wide. In my first stint in a sling, I'd had two black daddies and two awesome fucks. I was ready to enlist for duty.

Ron was next and I was in for a surprise. Martel and Kordel lowered the sling and secured it to a low table while Ron took his clothes off and maneuvered himself into another chair, which was the perfect height to line his mammoth black python with my puckered hole. It took him a while to stroke himself into a huge erection and get the massive dong inside me. Martel stood behind Ron, sliding his chair back and forth until his tool worked its way into my stretched hole. Kordel attached the chair to my table and Martel stepped away and pushed a button on the wall.

I heard machinery and Ron's chair began moving back and forth. I understood now what the thruster was. It was a specially outfitted chair, which did the work of shoving Ron's cock into my ass and pulling it out. It made sense. He was a paraplegic, so he couldn't use his legs or even his torso to fuck me. That task was turned over to the chair, which steadily moved him back and forth, jamming his big tool into my boi pussy.

It was a weird fuck. While Ron could adjust the speed of the thruster somewhat, it still felt like I was being buttfucked by a machine. I'd seen mechanical fuck machines in internet porn, and this must be what they were like, except the cock drilling my ass was a warm, very real, very hard, very big fuck stick. Ron was hard to read, his face mostly impassive. He didn't start breathing hard because he wasn't doing the work of powering into my hole and pulling out. For him it must have been like my wet hole was jacking him off.

We fucked a good long time before Ron fished my leaky boner from the singlet and closed his big hand around it. I gasped in surprise. He leaned forward as much as he could and grabbed the chain attached to my collar, pulling me forward until our lips met. He pressed his tongue inside my mouth and French kissed me as he stroked my prick and his rod continued to methodically pummel my pussy. It wasn't long before I lost it, spewing a giant load that covered my chest and abs. Ron kept kissing me and working my spent rod. When he stopped, he scooped a big load of jizz from my abs and licked it off his fingers, then went back for a second load that he fed to me.

He pulled me back into a kiss and continued fucking me. I loved kissing the man and sorta zoned out. Probably because of that I missed any signals that he was close. Almost without warning he climaxed, flooding my already-spermed boi pussy with the biggest load I'd felt in a long time. The dude had a cum cannon and my asscunt was positively dripping when he pushed a button and his chair pulled back, leaving my hole empty. I couldn't resist bending forward and sucking his cock, although since I was still in the sling I didn't do a great job of getting all of his dick in my mouth.

Randol had split shortly after Ron got his big tool inside me, and while I didn't notice them leave, at some point Martel and Kordel disappeared too. Ron and I were alone and he unstrapped and hoisted himself into his regular wheelchair and with his help I got myself out of the sling. Fortunately there was a towel to sop up the black cream dripping from my ass, although I seriously considered simply scooping it up and slurping it down.

"Let's have a drink," he said. It was getting late and I worried that my dad would wonder where I was, but I sorta felt like I should accept the offer. And, in truth, I totally wanted to.

I felt stupid sitting in the red singlet and harness, but I reasoned that I'd been in it for hours so what did it matter? Ron turned out to be a nice dude. He asked about school and basketball and told me a bit about his life. He'd been in the military when he became disabled, losing the use of his legs and lower body. Randol was actually his little brother. They looked somewhat alike, although because of their big age difference and Ron's arms and chest being so much more muscular I wouldn't have detected the resemblance until he mentioned it.

Ron sighed. "He's my brother but let me warn you about him. Don't get hung up on him. As you probably gathered from the talk, he's into younger dudes. Twinks. For him, it's teen ass or nothing. And frankly, it's the game he loves – wooing a boy, getting the kid's clothes off, maybe torturing the boy a bit and then ramming his cock into the twink's holes. He's bored well before he gets off. He's left a line of lovesick kids a mile long. Once he seeds an ass, he's on to the next conquest. Fuck `em and forget `em is his mantra. It's Sunday night and even though he did you all afternoon, he's probably hooking up with some fuzzy-cheeked boy right now. A kid who's about to lose his cherry and come away without a thank you."

I suppose that was good to know. I hadn't exactly been holding my breath for a second round with Randol, but in the back of my mind there was still that fantasy about spending a rainy afternoon rolling around in bed with the dreamboat. The fact that he'd split without saying goodbye to me sorta confirmed Ron's characterization of him.

We continued to talk and Ron confessed that he hated the thruster chair and the sling. "It's not like I have a ton of options, however. I'm lucky I can still get an erection. Some paraplegics can't. But the damn thing is too mechanical. I feel bad because Kordel and Martel spent a lot of time building it. They're right that I hardly ever use it."

I was silent, mulling over how important legs and other muscles were when having sex and how we took them for granted. "Does it work if a guy rides you?"

"Yeah, that's okay. Even then, it's frustrating not to be able to thrust upward. I can't grab a pair of hips and take control. Not that I have many opportunities anyway. Most dudes are turned off by my damn legs. It's Randol who has the line of dudes waiting for his dick, not me."

I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "You have one dude in line." Our eyes met and my cock responded involuntarily, lurching and swelling. I'm sure Ron noticed. The damn singlet didn't hide anything.

He chuckled and his big arms flexed as he moved his wheelchair. "Then, let's cut the small talk. I wanna watch your cock flop up and down as you impale that tight ass on my dick!"

We ended in his bed and I mouthed his big buttbuster into an erection and then lowered my tender asshole onto it. I was sore and raw but was discovering that I had a weird reaction to pain. I liked it. At least to a degree. My bone was rock hard and long strings of pre-cum were leaking from it and flying around as my cock jumped back and forth while I fucked myself on Ron's donkey dong.

Ron grabbed the chain attached to my collar and pulled me into a kiss, clamping his big hand around my cock. It took like five strokes before I nutted, spraying his huge, muscular chest with ribbons of white jizz that stood out on his dark skin. He milked the last drop from my bone and scooped most of my load into his mouth. By the time I let myself out – I told Ron not to get up – I'd experienced Ron's cum cannon three times and coated his masculine chest with four loads of my own.

As I was leaving, Ron told me he invited his bros over to watch football every Sunday and I was welcome anytime. He made a point of saying that I was welcome whether I put out for him or any of his crew, but then grinned and said I was also welcome to ride his big black cock after the game for as long as I wanted. He pulled my head down into a final, lingering French kiss that tempted me to crawl back on top of him so the stud could bone me again.

Randol had left a note on my clothes telling me to keep the harness and singlet, saying they was totally me. I didn't see ever wearing the damn things again but thought he might think it was rude if I left them behind, so I pulled my clothes on over them. I had a brief moment of panic when the keys to the collar were nowhere to be found, but Ron easily jiggered it off.

As I walked back to retrieve my car, I had to clench my ass cheeks to keep Ron's spunk from leaking out of my cum-soaked fuck chute. I was glad it was cool outside and had stopped raining. I needed to clear my head. For the first time, I'd been kissed by a dude. Not one but two. And for the first time, a black man had shown some interest in my cock and gotten me off, even if it was only with his hand. I sorta felt that I'd had sex the first time rather than merely getting off.

I'd be back. I couldn't think of a good reason why I wouldn't want to impale my asscunt on Ron's black python and bounce up and down on the stud until I blew so many loads my balls were empty. For the first time in God-knows-how-long, I went to bed without jacking off. I didn't need to.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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