Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!
SLUTTY MATT
by Backlash29
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One Sunday morning not too long ago, I got an IM from JeffProf:
Yo matty--U online?? marcus n I R lookn to tap azz, + mayB Africa L8R
Talk about a message that gets my dick instantly hard. "JeffProf" was Calvin Jefferson, a cool black dude that transferred to my school mid-year. He's this slender, brainy kid with smooth, chocolate skin, and also preppy glasses, so the guys at his old school nicknamed him Professor. At our school we call him Jeff.
Jeff's best friend is Marcus, another black dude, also at our school and 18 like Jeff. Marcus is pretty smart too, but he hangs with more of the ghetto, hoops-playing crowd. He's tall and slim, with reddish cornrows and a hot swimmer's build. Through Marcus, I've met his other hoops buddies: Reggie, a tall bodybuilder thug with deep black skin and a buzz cut; Raye, this total hip-hop gangbanger black boy who's 22 and goes to community college; Anthony, who's black and tall and strapping and fuckin' hot, with a nearly-shaved head and a huge skull tattoo on his left bicep; and Spoon, this skinny, tall mulatto beanpole-type kid who drives everyone nuts because he's always chattering about something, usually about how horny he is.
And once in a while, these guys all hang out with another hot black dude, Howard, who is 21 and always stoned. Howard wears a do-rag, he's more hippie than hip-hop, and he has these huge hands and a huge dick to match. Through Howard, I recently met another stud, this powerful 24-year-old deep black sex god, who is basically a bodyguard thug for the dudes who sell Howard his weed. He goes by the name of Africa. I've only seen him a couple of times, and he's the only one in the crowd I hadn't had sex with. Yet, that is.
That brief description doesn't do these guys half the justice they deserve. They're all great guys, and they are all hella sexy. Once I met up with Jeff and Marcus and they introduced me around, it wasn't too long before my secret got out, about how much I love getting dicks and cum up my horny white boy ass. Soon, I was not only sucking down Jeff's and Marcus' big bones and getting their creamy loads in my rear fuck hole, but I was also getting passed around to the others, usually on weekday afternoons when they were all sweaty and revved-up from a game of after-school hoops.
On a typical sex day with the guys, I would get word from Jeff at school that a hoops game was getting started, back in his former `hood. This was a sign for me to take off right after the final school bell and walk the twenty blocks or so to the rougher area of town where these guys all lived. I'd find them at the yard of Jeff's former school, and I'd greet them all and then just hang out by the perimeter fence. When the game was over, we'd all talk shit and hang out as the crowd made its way toward someone's house--usually to Reggie and Raye's, who were roommates together, or to Howard's, since he had his own place.
The first time, I was a little nervous. I was the only white kid among all these dark studs, and even though I'd already done it with all of them, now that we were in a group I wasn't really sure how or whether to get things rolling. I didn't have to worry, though. Within a few minutes of getting to Howard's place, as the other guys were helping themselves to stuff from the kitchen and flipping the channels on the TV, Anthony looked over at me and said: "OK, strip man. We all wanta get some, and you know you gotta lot to give."
That's all it took. I yanked down my shorts and pulled them off, then fell to my knees in front of Anthony, opening his fly and sucking on his cock. Within seconds I felt Jeff's and Marcus' big hands rubbing up and down my back, making their way down to my ass. I had some juice in my hole from getting plowed by a couple jock friends of David's over the lunch hour, so they could tell right away that I was lubed. So, Anthony hauled me over to the living room couch and sat down, keeping his dick in my mouth the whole time, and then Reggie came up behind me and hoisted my pretty little white teen jock butt into the air. Without a word, he sunk his naked black meat into my slutty sperm hole and started slowly sawing it in and out. As he fucked me, I moaned loudly over Anthony's big cock in my throat. It was like I was in heaven.
"Ye--eahh..." came Spoon's voice from my left side. While continuing to suck off Anthony, I glanced over to see Spoon standing there, short as his ankles, toothy grin on his face, one hand pulling his perpetually engorged dick, the other hand holding up his sweaty T-shirt for better access. His tummy was flat, black and sexy, the perfect backdrop for his throbbing nine-inch cock. "You da slut, man. Lo-ove how you give up dat ass..."
Behind me, I could hear the others getting undressed. It made me so excited to know that I was going to get gangbanged by these young black studs that I started clenching my butt hole to get Reggie off faster. He cried out and then his sperm shot like a cannon into my hungry crack. He pulled out, and Spoon slid in, humping me wildly as I continued to grunt over the expert blowjob I was applying to Anthony's big dick.
On and on we went. By the time Spoon came in me, Anthony was ready to blow, so I pivoted on the couch to let him fuck my cum-lubed ass while I went to work on Jeff's and Marcus' boners. I held each of the two best friends' cocks in my right and left hand, as they each wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders for support. I really wanted them to start kissing, but I knew they'd never do that in front of the whole crowd.
When Anthony fired off his big, wet load of black stud jizz into my butt, I flopped onto my back so that Jeff and Marcus could fuck me one at a time, each taking a turn holding my legs up while the other one plowed my ass. As did this, I reached down with my own hands, holding my white ass cheeks as wide open as possible, while Howard stood next to the couch and slapped his fat eight inches all around my lips and face. Occasionally Howard would put the big tip of his cock into my mouth and I'd suck off the pre-cum that had developed there, but after a moment he'd back off, not wanting to cum too soon I guess.
Howard fucked me after Marcus and Jeff were through, and then Reggie and Raye fucked me hard right after that. I stayed on my back for the whole thing. There was nothing better than lying back on that lumpy sofa taking dick from one big black young stud after another. Sometimes I had a dick in my mouth while I was doing it, but the rest of the time I just cried and groaned, begging for more: "Oh yea....fuck me...gimme that big nigger dick...fuck me harder...fuck my pussy white boy ass...I fuckin' love your hot nigger loads..."
(A bit of explanation. At some point, I got so used to hearing the guys use the "N" word with each other that I started to take the liberty of using it myself. The first time I did it, they all looked at each other, and Anthony announced: "Dude, that's not cool." But then a few hours later, when Reggie was jackhammering my ass doggy-style and a few of the others guys were beating their meat and watching, I let loose with: "Yeah, nigger, pound my fuckin' hole...gimme your huge black cock...fuck me harder, gimme all that hot nigger sperm, I love it up my skinny white ass..." Well, the result was that not only did Reggie shoot the load of a lifetime inside me, but the other guys ended up squirting their own loads all over my ass and neck and back. So, now the unspoken rule is, I get to say it, but only during sex!)
I remember that first gang-bang well, with the hoops crowd at Howard's place. I took loads from every one of them, and Anthony even went twice. When we were done, I just pulled my shorts back up and we all hung out a while longer, drinking some fruit juices and watching a video on Howard's crappy old TV.
So, any more, I don't feel nervous going there at all. The guys all like me, and would even protect me I'm sure if it ever came to that. I'm their pussy boy, and they fill me up whenever they want
Usually we meet as a group, but not always. Marcus and Jeff (especially Jeff) have taken to meeting me in the locker room at school, or at one of our houses after school, to give me some personal attention. It might be one-on-one, me just flopping forward with my pants down taking a deep hard fuck; but, I like it better when it's two-on-one, because I get to slurp one teen's delicious meat while the other one is pounding my back door...and then they switch. Occasionally, I'll get a phone call from Reggie and Raye, the roommates, who want to do the same thing. When that happens, I usually make some excuse to my family and end up staying the whole night, so that the ebony studs can switch back and forth between my holes endlessly, and I can wander back to school in the morning with my ass nicely filled with a half-dozen or so of their loads.
Back to the present. I got the IM from Jeff, and I immediately pinged him back:
yes totally!!! my hole needs some creamy nigga loads LOL
Jeff responded:
cool, cum on by...my mas gone and marcus stayed the night
Even though none of these guys was gay, I had long suspected that Marcus and Jeff got funky together on occasion. The last time I joined them after "Marcus stayed the night" I was rimming Jeff's hole and tasted the unmistakable essence of fresh sperm. My guess is, horny lads that they are, they did a little experimenting with each other, got freaked out about it the next morning but were still turned on, and then called me over to take care of business. I make no judgments--how could I?--and, slut that I am, I'm more than happy to take sloppy seconds.
A quick shower and bus ride later, I was at Jeff's house, in the basement family room, where both guys were already mostly nude. "Hey," I greeted them. "Let myself in."
"Cool," Jeff said. "Let's do it."
Marcus, on the ratty sofa, pushed aside a bunch of magazines to make room, and then spread his legs. His nine-inch boner was pointing straight up. I waited for him to lie back length-wise on the sofa, and then climbed onto the cushions and started sucking his cock. Jeff came around behind me and slid my sweats down over my trim, lily-white ass. I was gang-fucked the previous night at a frat party, so my cumhole was lubed for his eight inches. He slid in and started humping me, while I made a meal out of Marcus' meat.
We all fucked in silence until Jeff came up my ass. Then I sat down on Marcus' spit-lubed dick while Jeff stood next to the sofa and I sucked him back to hardness. About the time Marcus was erupting like a geyser into my sticky hole, Jeff was ready to go again, so I slid forward off of Marcus' dick and relaxed forward against his pretty chest while Jeff climbed onto the sofa with us and started banging my ass once again. It took Jeff a little longer to cum the second time, but as soon as he did, Marcus wanted more. So Jeff sat back on the far end of the sofa, catching his breath, and I laid back between his legs and held my own legs up high in the air, crying happily and allowing Marcus to fuck me in front, like a girl.
On and on, we continued like that, all morning. I got those first four loads from them in the first hour, but at that point, we were still horny--in fact, we were hornier than ever. So I went into total whore mode, moving to a nearby easy chair where I could spread my legs wide, sling-style, and simply take their cocks for hours on end. I would grab my ankles and moan, or wrap my legs around their strong black shoulders. For the next three hours, not a word was spoken, and my ass was constantly filled by their hot young loads. While each one fucked me, the other would take a break--smoke, watch TV, read, talk on the phone, whatever. I was just there to be used by them when they felt like it, like any other piece of furniture in that basement.
At around 1pm, we heard a distant knocking upstairs. I felt excited as I thought about who it was. Jeff's IM had mentioned that Africa was going to join us, and sure enough, a minute later, here he was, following Jeff back down the stairs. I was spread-eagle in the chair, getting close to taking another load from Marcus.
"You guys have met, right?" Jeff asked, by way of introduction. We both nodded. Africa's eyes were adjusting to the light of the dim basement, but I could see him perfectly: broad shoulders, bulging chest and arms, thick legs inside his nylon track pants. His face was rough and serious. His eyes burned intensely. I couldn't wait to see how big his dick was, and to get it inside me. He looked like he could fuck me in half.
Marcus was taking a while to cum, so after a few minutes of watching, Africa--still fully dressed--walked over to the chair where I was getting fucked. He put his hand on my chest. His touch was strong, deliberate, yet gentle also. I shivered. Instinctively, my eyes moved down to his crotch. A clear bulge had formed in the front of the athletic pants, and I began salivating, impatient to see what was inside.
Sensing my desire, he asked: "You want what's in there, bitch?"
I tried to groan something affirmative but Marcus was really slamming into me hard by now. (I could tell this was going to be his last orgasm for a while.) Instead, I simply nodded vigorously at the imposing figure standing next to me, and then opening my mouth wide and extending my tongue, hoping he would take the bait and start unwrapping his package.
I got my wish. When Africa's pants came down, I was treated to the sight of the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen to that date. This fucker was gigantic. I recalled meeting a dude online once who said he had a full twelve inches, and Africa's cock was at least an inch bigger. And thick! It was more or less the same circumference as my wrist. I was immediately glad for all of the cum loads I had taken in the past 15 hours, because in order to get that huge thing inside me, I knew I was going to need them as lube.
"Oh, ye-e-e-eeahhh..." I panted, and the drool literally started out of my mouth and moving down my chin. Marcus, seeing Africa's cock and my reaction, started screaming just then, and over the course of his next twenty of thirty pounding motions up my asshole, I finally felt his last little load squirt into me.
After a few minutes of catching his breath on top of me, Marcus pulled his deflated cock out of my hole, and then stepped aside, making the way for our guest of honor. Africa, looking as serious as ever and still wearing most of his clothes, stared deeply into my eyes as he positioned himself between my spread, sticky white legs. He didn't smile--to this day I've never seen him smile--but his eyes danced, and I sensed that he was amused to see a hot, good-looking young white kid like me so eager for his huge black bone.
Taking that monster cock in his right hand, he used it to spank my hole a few times. As my ass was overflowing with loads, the action made a loud, wet smacking noise, and I felt a few extra droplets of fresh jism splatter onto my inner thighs. With each slap of his dick against the entrance to my jizz tunnel, I moaned, quivering in anticipation. I couldn't believe this dark god was about to have his way with my ass.
Then, somewhat dramatically, he paused to undress his upper body, pulling off first his windbreaker, tossing it onto the nearby sofa, and then his T-shirt underneath, exposing the sexy contours of his perfectly gymmed, bulging chest. Once that was done, he kicked off the track pants from around his ankles and shuffled side to side momentarily, as if trying to find the best footing for what was about to commence.
Soon his hands were on his dick once again, and his dick head was at my hole. I shut my eyes and held my breath. At first, he simply worked the big knob inside, allowing my ass to get used to it. It was about the size of a tennis ball, but I loved it. I opened my eyes again, meeting his gaze, and slowly nodded for him to fill me up. Then, as I felt him going in, I immediately shut my eyes and winced, sucking up a deep breath as inch after inch of his enormous bone pushed deeper and deeper into my anal cavity. Every time I thought I'd taken it all, he proceeded to add another inch. By the time he finally bottomed out in me, it felt like his cock was in my lungs somewhere, and I was screaming from a mixture of shock and delight.
He left his cock like that, fully installed, as my ass spasmed violently, working to accommodate his length and girth. Gradually the shock subsided. There was no pain--it's a special gift that I have, I guess--but still, there was nothing quite like it that I'd ever felt. It was like this beautiful black stud's huge bone was entirely filling my body. I was skewered on his giant shaft, stuffed to capacity, absolutely full. It was love.
And, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he started fucking.
My ass had stopped throbbing around his stationary bone, and I had opened my eyes to meet his gaze again, finally letting go of the breath I'd been holding in a long, ecstatic sigh. I guess he took this as a GO sign, because before I knew what was happening, that huge dick was backing up out of my ass again, making me feel more empty than I'd ever been. Then, two seconds later, it was back, filling me up again, more than I ever though possible. Over and over, empty and full. It was the same sensation that always makes being a bottom so great for me, only now I was experiencing it in the total extreme.
I can't really account for anything I said or did during those hours that Africa spent fucking me that first time. Suffice it to say, I was a totally slutty, passive, submissive, inhuman mess. I groaned. I drooled. I shot cum onto myself, several times. My arms flopped around beside me or over my head like a rag doll. I couldn't reach this black stud to put my hands on his shoulders, so instead, when I could muster the strength, I would use them to reach down and hold my ass cheeks open for him to plow and plunder. While I was down there, I would occasionally strain to touch the shaft of his bone as I continued to grind in and out of me. It was like touching the central piston on a giant sexual machine. I was, I convinced myself, part of a fuck apparatus, a well-tuned pleasure vessel, into which cocks could continuously push themselves mechanically, in and out, over and over. Like a reliable machine, I never slowed down, and like an insatiable slut, I could never get enough. I simply lived to be fucked and filled.
When he came, Africa shot so much seed that I expected it to start gurgling out my mouth. In fact, since I was drooling so much with all of the pleasurable feelings, I began to imagine that's what was happening. His first orgasm, about twenty minutes into our session, was so powerful that he let out a roar that filled the basement and seemed to shake the entire house. Cum poured into me by the gallon, slopping out of my well-used boy cunt and forming a river down to the basement floor. He was like a firehose, turned loose up inside me. I have no idea how Jeff managed to clean it up afterwards, but it sure felt great up in my ass.
In fact, I'm not sure what Jeff and Marcus were doing that whole time, either. I recall at one point looking up in the large mirror that hung over the nearby fireplace, and seeing the faces of both boys sitting on the sofa, a look of transfixed passion on both their faces. I assumed they were beating off, but when I lazily rolled my head in the other direction to view them directly, I saw that they were beating each other off. Hot. Then I rolled my head back once again to look in the mirror, and enjoyed the perspective it gave me of myself and my situation: here, on an old overstuffed chair in a dim basement, a young, goodlooking white teenager is writing in ecstasy as he is repeatedly fucked by a burly black stud with an inhumanly large cock, while the whole time, hos two hot young black friends beat each other off and watch the whole scene.
I know that I blacked out for some of it. That happens to me sometimes, when the pleasure is so intense and so sustained that my conscious body can no longer handle it. While I was unconscious, Africa continued to use my body for his pleasure. From time to time, I was vaguely aware that he was cumming in me, or that he had turned the intensity up or down on his cock's assault of my teen male pussy. A few times I was also aware of my own orgasm, spontaneously spraying a load of jizz across my body as I rocked back and forth.
Finally, I was aware of him pulling out, and I shook myself back to reality. The digital clock on the desk in the corner read 5:17. It felt like I'd run a marathon. I was cold and sweaty at the same time. My legs ached from remaining splayed for so long. My hole felt vacant, deserted. My entire stomach and chest was covered with my own cum. Marcus and Jeff were upstairs somewhere. I could hear them walking around.
As Africa gathered his clothes and calmly began getting dressed, I struggled to sit upright in the cum-covered chair. This effort required several minutes. By the time I was able to focus and switch on the adjacent floor lamp, Africa was fully dressed again, looking exactly like he did every other time I'd ever seen him. He had his cell phone in one hand, and was scanning through the display to see if he'd gotten any messages.
I didn't know what to say. "Thank you" would have been appropriate, but it seemed insufficient for what we'd both just experienced. So I waited to see if he would volunteer any sentiments.
He didn't. It was almost as if her forgot I was there. He dropped his phone back into the front pocket of his track pants, and took one step toward the stairs, then stopped, noticing my presence. He looked at me a moment, awkwardly. Then he said: "It was good." He shrugged. He added: "Better'n my girl. Good as Rodney." (Rodney was Anthony's 17-year-old little brother, the group's other butt boy, a light-skinned sexy little black kid with a perfect bubble ass.) "So...keep it real."
And with that, he made his way up the stairs and out the back door of the house. Still totally nude, I moved from the chair to the sofa, sprawling out with the last of my energy to catch a nap and try to recover. Marcus and Jeff joined me there about an hour later, and since I was on my stomach, they could hoist my butt up into position and get on their knees behind me, one at a time, drilling their teen cocks into my ass.
THE END (for now?)
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