With a roar that rattled glassware in the bathroom, Panther rammed his full 11" hard into Tyler's butt and came again and again. He couldn't hold back, nor did he want to. He only wanted to nut hard in that pretty ass beneath him. His hips pounded and screwed hard, blasting more jizz into the hapless and happy boy.
After his third climax, Panther was tired, but well sated. He pulled slowly from the gripping ass, despite Tyler's protests. His muscles were tired and he needed rest. The age difference was beginning to tell.
Chapter 2
Panther awakened to the smell of brewing coffee. He'd filled and set the automatic coffee maker before he'd gone down to the club to pick up Tyler. He turned his head slowly and smiled. Tyler was sleeping soundly, the sheets below his impressive pecs. The boy's erect nipples stood up like new pencil erasers. A thick tent throbbed beneath the sheet and thin comforter. Tyler was having a great dream or he was enjoying his usual morning woodie.
He reached over and pressed his lips against the boy's hard, left nipple and sucked. Tyler moaned and his dick jerked. Panther grabbed the hard dick in a handful of sheet and comforter and squeezed. The dancer opened his eyes and smiled at his employer. "Hi, Daddy," he whispered huskily.
Tyler had been calling Panther "Daddy" since the first time the dancer stayed overnight with his employer. Panther didn't mind at all. His boy was the best sex he could remember and always did what Panther wanted. His sexual prowess and kinkiness was exactly what Panther wanted and needed.
"You ready to take care of your daddy again?"
The boy nodded his head sleepily. "How would you like me to help you out, Boo?" Tyler asked rolling closer to his black Adonis. Panther raised one eyebrow, but said nothing. Tyler smiled. "Daddy has a dirty mind," he laughed. "And I love it!" He threw back the bed coverings and sat instantly on Panther's mouth. "Is this what you had in mind, Panth?" he giggled as he squirmed on the black man's face and spread his white, muscular ass cheeks for his daddy. He felt Panther's wet tongue stab inside him. Both men moaned with mounting pleasure. Panther's full lips sucked on the white boy's ass lips and drained out part of last night's three loads.
"But, I think you need this more," the dancer smirked after he'd spun around and swallowed more than half of Panther's heavy phallus. Although Panther's dick was dry, Tyler's ass was still well lubed from the triple load of jizz his butt had eagerly swallowed only hours before.
Tyler leaned in and kissed the man beneath him. Panther's big hands caressed the boy's hard muscular ass cheeks and spread them farther, thrusting deeper. Tyler groaned and kissed harder. The taste of his ass and Panther's sperm always excited and aroused him. He sat more determinedly on the monstrous dick up partially up his hungry ass. Tyler's bloated dick pressed between them, leaking copious quantities of precum.
Panther's thrusts grew more urgent and their kissing more savage. The harder he fucked Tyler, the more he wanted to climax, forgetting Tyler's need to cum, too. But, the boy knew how to play his employer to get maximum benefit for himself. Like a porn star, Tyler could cum on cue. This morning, he wanted to jet his dick juice into the muscled space between them as his employer spray painted the boy's deep love tunnel. The more ardently they kissed, the faster Panther pounded upwards into the lad. The black man's hands pushed down on Tyler's hips, trying to force his black horsedick as far as possible up the boy's used hole.
Panther growled a warning which Tyler easily interpreted, having experienced it many times before. The big, black man beneath him hard crashed through his climax barrier and began to flood the boy's eager love tunnel, again. Tyler willed himself to release his own torrent of cum as he felt warm jets of sperm spray deeply into him.
They remained in this position, kissing, fucking, spreading cum around their rubbing abs. Tyler finally sat back on Panther's fat dick and grinned down at the club owner. "You own my ass, Panth. You're the best!"
Panther smiled up at him. He didn't need to say anything. He knew the boy was his to do with as he chose. Satisfying, mind-blowing sex was all he needed right now. Tyler enthusiastically supplied that.
"You workin' tonight?" Panther asked.
"Uh huh," the boy replied. "You gonna pick me up at two, again?" he smiled down at his black fuck buddy.
"No reason not to and plenty of reasons to," Panther replied, squeezing the plump, muscular ass cheeks of his bed partner.
"I like the way you think, Panth."
They showered, dressed, ate breakfast, fucked again, and showered once more. Panther took the boy to his own apartment, leaving him about noon to fend for himself the rest of the day. Panther had rounds to make and didn't need Tyler to tag along. This afternoon, he had two more interviews to conduct. But, this morning, he needed to have a chat with his two bouncers. Tyler had mentioned that some of the customers were getting too friendly for the funds they were pushing into the boys' shorts. One in particular was becoming a drunken nuisance. That had to be dealt with quickly. It put off the other patrons and that was bad for business. He had a plan in mind, but needed the bouncers to help him out with it.
Panther went to the gym, admiring a couple of very handsome college boys who blatantly admired him. The boys were licking their lips and eagerly checking out the large tube in Panther's workout shorts. An 11" of dick (even when flaccid) wasn't easy to miss. They suggested a rendezvous in the sauna or steam room, but he declined, saying he needed to work out first. They needed to work out also, but extracted a promise from the very well-built black man that they'd meet up with him later.
Panther did his arms, legs, and abs work out today. It felt good to push his muscles to failure. He knew that was how to build them up. He wanted to bulk up a little, but not become muscle bound. He'd seen it in one of his bouncers. It made the guy a little clumsy. When he finished his abs (a triple set of 100 each), he stripped in the locker room and walked toward the shower room. His long, thick dick flopped noisily against his quads.
When he saw the two college boys from earlier in the afternoon, his dick started to rise. They were transfixed, rubbing towels over the same shoulders and asses repeatedly. As Panther stood under the hot shower nozzle, the boys turned. They bent over and showed off their asses. He smiled as both assholes winked at him. Obviously, they'd both been used, probably by each other.
Turning around again, they sported nearly matching, hard dicks. He turned off his shower and strode toward them. As he passed by, he grabbed a dick in each hand and pulled them along a few feet until he found his towel. Releasing both of them, he asked, "Something I could do for you boys?"
"Fuck me to death," one of them whispered and backed up into the throbbing, black horsedick.
The other pushed his friend away and engulfed Panther's monster dick half way down the thick length. "Me first," he purred after releasing the dripping dick from his mouth.
"I got enough for both of ya," Panther promised. "You got magnum condoms?" Both of them shook their heads to the negative. "Standard size?" Again, negative.
"You negative?" one asked.
"Yeah, but you don't know that," Panther responded. "I guess we'll have to pass today."
The college boys were disappointed, but knew they needed protection. "You gonna be here tomorrow?" the shorter college boy asked.
"Probably."
"About this time?" the boy pressed.
"Probably."
"I'll bring condoms for sure then. Magnum you said?"
Panther nodded. "And bring several. I plan on layin' some pipe on both of you and more than once each."
"Yeah!" the boys said in unison.
"Now, don't disappoint me," Panther warned. "I don't wanna hear any cryin' about me bein' too big. If you can't take it or think you can't, don't waste my time."
"I can take it," one boy promised. "I've had your size before a few times."
"I think I can, too, although I've never had a man as big as you. I have had some nearly as big, though," the other college boy volunteered.
"Just be sure you are," Panther growled. "I don't wanna get here with the intent of nuttin' a coupla times and find out either or both of you are pussy boys who can't take a real man's dick!"
The college boys glanced at each other. "We can do it," the shorter one said. The other boy nodded.
Panther could see fear in their eyes. They couldn't take him. He was sure of it. They dried off and started to put on their clothes. Panther had checked out their butts again. They were PHYNE! He'd really like fuck either or both of them. Maybe another tactic would work better and he'd get what he wanted.
"Here," Panther said, handing business cards to both boys. "If you wanna try me for practice, give me a call. No regrets, no problem if you find that you can't take me. But, DON'T disappoint me here!" he insisted glaring pointedly at them. They nodded sheepishly, stuffing the proffered card in their pants.
Meanwhile, he had two other interviews (bartenders) to conduct. And he still needed to share plans with two of his bouncers to deal with the obnoxious drunk. Another busy day, to be sure.
He had a fast, light lunch, reviewed his bank deposits and balances (decided to move more money off-shore), and waited for his 2 p.m. appointment to arrive. Right on time, there was a knock on his office door. His day time bartender ushered the young man in. They talked for a few minutes. The dancer described his dancing experience while Panther sized him up. "Let's be clear," Panther began. "You dance for men. You get them all worked up so they'll buy more drinks and stuff bills into your shorts. You do NOT let them touch you in any forbidden way. NO drugs, NO prostitution, NO alcohol while on duty."
"Yes, Sir. That was made very clear by the other gentleman," the young man said.
"If you should decide to entertain any of them privately in your dressing room, that's your business, not mine. However, the rates are $50 for 10 minutes, plus another $50 for each 10 minutes thereafter. You're on the honor system, but don't think you can get away with anything. My bouncers keep track of disappearing dancers and admiring gentlemen who follow them," Panther stipulated. "You keep half, I get half."
"Yes, Sir, very fair."
"Okay, let's see you do your stuff," Panther said rising. "You can change in the next room. Did you bring your costume?"
"Yes, Sir. I do a sailor routine," he said, holding up a large gym bag.
"Whatever," Panther signed. "Get changed and come out. Giles will start some music. Dance to it, pay attention to him as if he were a patron. I'm an observer. Act like I'm not even there. That'll be the first part of your audition."
The dancer nodded and left the room, not asking what the second part of the audition might be. If he'd been around like he says he has, he probably could guess.
The kid was pretty good. He had a real affinity for the music and how to move with it. Giles tried a couple of illegal moves on the guy, but the stripper just danced away. By the end of his routine, it was clear that the guy had a big dick and a very hungry ass. He particularly worked his ass in the lap of the bartender. Giles was rocking his hips upwards to connect to the hard ass squirming in his lap, but clothing kept them separated.
When the music ended, Giles nodded and wiped his brow. "Sure got me worked up," he smiled over at me.
"Hit the dressing room, Kid," Panther motioned toward the back. "I'll be back there in a moment."
"Whatcha think?" Panther asked his bartender.
"We've sure had worse," Giles responded. "I think he'll be good for the place. He's good looking, muscular, but not bulky, and a good dancer."
"Let's see if he has other talents," Panther smirked. He pushed himself off the high stool he'd been perched on and walked to the back of the building where the dressing rooms were. He knocked on the door once and entered. The new dancer was on the narrow bed, his ass in the air and no clothes on. Panther smiled. "I see you've done this before." The stripper smiled over his shoulder and nodded.
Panther unfastened his Levis and pushed them to the floor. His big dick popped up and lengthened. A clear drop of precum oozed from the head. He waddled over to the head of the bed and pushed his hard dick in the dancer's direction. The stripper opened his mouth and sucked the big, black dick into his mouth and down his throat more than half way before pulling off.
"Delicious, Sir," he praised.
Panther pulled off his shoes, pants, and shirt. He stood before the young man and presented his black ass to him. The dancer moved rapidly to sit behind him and shove his face deep between the muscular ass cheeks of the bar owner. Panther sighed. Yeah, this boy had experience. Someone or several some ones had trained him well.
The stripper reached through Panther's legs and massaged the thick, precum- dripping 11" horsedick. He turned Panther around and gobbled down the black post, paying particular attention to the precum coating his tongue. "Very tasty," the dancer moaned when Panther withdrew.
"Let's see what else you're good at." Panther flipped the stripper on to his back and pushed the boy's legs into his chest. His black face and pink tongue worked the dancer's ass over until the boy was whimpering for a big dick. The owner quickly rolled the Magnum condom on (conveniently sitting on the small table next to the bed) and pressed his giant dick against the spit-soaked asshole beneath him.
He watched as the dancer grimaced, but never did anything to stop the descent into his ass. The stripper's hands on Panther's ass assured him that this dancer had just the right kind of experience. They fucked, kissed, and rutted for several minutes before Panther pulled out. "You'll do just fine," Panther said stripping off the condom. "When can you start?"
"Uh, this weekend?"
"Be here at 8 p.m. Friday night," Panther directed, pulling on his clothes. "The bar closes at 2 a.m., so your last customer should be out before then. Talk to Giles about setting you up on the payroll."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" the stripper agreed enthusiastically.
"You'll find out soon enough who the good tippers are. Ask the other dancers," Panther added. "They know better than anyone." Panther turned to leave. "And the tips are yours to keep."
"And thanks for the audition," the stripper added. "Any time you need more, let me know. You're a great fuck!"
Panther smiled. Maybe, he'd do that later. But, while Tyler was warming his bed and draining his nuts, it wouldn't be any time soon. "Maybe."
Before he returned to his office, the bartender motioned him over. "I sent your first bartender interview home," he began.
"You what?" Panther exploded.
"SHE wouldn't have been right for the club."
"She?"
"Yeah, a guy in drag," the bartender smiled. "Bad drag, too. I thought it would be a downer for the men coming in here, looking for male strippers."
Panther smiled. "You right, Giles. You right. Bad for the club. Good work."
Back in his office, his cell phone rang. It was one of the college boys from the gym wanting to come by and try him on. "When can you be here?" Panther asked.
"I'm less than a minute away," the lad said.
"Tell the bartender that you have an appointment with me. He'll show you to my office." Panther wondered which of the two he was going to ride this afternoon.
Panther took his clothes off and stood at the door, his dick rising in anticipation. No point in being coy, he thought. He's seen it all already. There was a light rap on the door.
"Enter," Panther said.
The taller of the two college boys entered. "I see you're ready for me," he said, falling to his knees and nearly inhaling half of Panther's hard and dripping dick. He pulled off momentarily and added, "I can't wait to get this monster up my ass. Gonna feel SO good!" He caressed Panther's hard glutes and purred as he slurped and sucked on the huge, black dick in his mouth.
"Come over here," Panther pointed toward the twin bed in the corner. "We need to get you ready." He pulled his dick out of the young man's mouth and headed for the bed. He reclined on his back and beckoned the college guy over. "Take off your clothes," he directed. "And sit on my face while you get my dick wet enough to get fucked."
As directed, the college boy couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, leaving a trail of items behind him. He straddled Panther's head and worked his tongue around the throbbing phallus in his mouth. This black guy tastes so good, he sighed to himself. I hope he takes it easy on me. It's been a while since I sat on something this big.
About that time, the young man felt a wet, long tongue spear his asshole and pry open his tender rosebud. It felt so good to get rimmed by a real pro. His friend from the gym was far too tentative. The more tongue he felt on his asshole, the more he wanted to get fucked. "I gotta have it!" he moaned, jacking the big dick before him.
"Grab that condom," Panther directed, "on the table next to the bed. And some lube. You're gonna need it." The young man did as directed. "Now, sit on it until you're used to it. Then, you gonna get fucked like all white boys should."
The college man sat slowly on the horsedick probing his eager ass. The beautifully muscled black man beneath him was worth a great deal of pain, but he didn't want to force it. He wanted to get fucked, not ruined. Slowly he slid lower, occasionally pulling nearly off before he descended again. More inches of dick rumbled over his prostate and stretched his ass tunnel. Damn, this guy is BIG!
Panther guided the young man's ass with his hands. He was tight, but pliant: just the way all white boys were once they got some black dick. The guy wasn't as hungry and practiced as Tyler, but he was eager and that was enough. The college boy pulled up his nuts and dick so he could watch Panther's monstrous 11" of baby-making cannon spread and spear his hungry hole. Yeah, Man, he thought. This is what I was made for and what this black Adonis was meant to do to me.
Smiling as he finally hit bottom and ground his ass into Panther's tight pubic hair, the young man raised his ass and fucked himself on Panther's stiff member. This felt SO good!
Panther held him down for a moment. "We're gonna move, so move with me and keep that dick up yo' ass, Boy!" he said. "Nice and easy, just like that," he added smiling at the pleasure. He flipped the young man around until Panther was on the boy's back, taking his young ass doggie style. "You like this, Boy?" Panther asked.
"Fuck, yeah!" the college boy crooned. "Fuck me good."
"Stop strokin' yo' dick or you'll nut too soon," Panther insisted, slapping the young lad's hand from his own dick. "We need more time for you to get the full benefit of my fuckin'."
"The way you're fuckin' me, I may nut anyway," the college boy warned.
Panther flipped the guy on to his back and started to long dick him slowly. The boy moaned with pleasure and tried to stroke his dick again. Once more, Panther slapped his hand away. "What I tell you, Boy?" he growled.
"Sorry, Sir," I apologized. "I'm gonna cum soon and I wanna enjoy it with your huge dick up my ass as the same time."
Panther smiled. "Not to worry about dat," he grinned. "I'm gonna fuck the nut right outta ya, Boy." With that warning, Panther sped up, using the young man for his pleasure. He knew he wasn't anywhere near climaxing himself. He wanted to save it for Tyler anyway. But, it didn't hurt to make more nut gravy to blast up Tyler's ass while fucking this pretty boy.
He held the college boys hands down on the bed, enjoying the squirming ass beneath him. He noticed the young man's dick jerking and dripping more precum as he fucked him faster and faster. "Oh! Fuck me, FUCK ME! I gotta cum. FUCK ME!!" the college boy roared. "HARDER! HARDER! Gonna CUM!"
And he did. Great ropes of white cream sprayed from his dick and splashed him on his cheeks and chin before dribbling back to his chest. More nut butter jerked from his dick, adding to the baby sauce already drooling from the point of impact. He winced and squirmed as more waves of climax crashed over him, unable to stroke his spasming and spewing dick.
Panther finally released the college boy's hands and let him finish himself off. Panther's own rhythm slowed and stopped before the clenching ass spasms surrounding his dick forced him to cum, too.
"Gawd! I knew you'd be good, but I had no idea you'd be this good. I gotta get with you again, if you want. At the gym, maybe?" the young man begged.
"We'll see," Panther sighed, pulling his very hard dick from the college boy's ass. "I'm not always there at the same time. If I run into you and you got these big condoms, I might be in the mood. What about your friend?" he added, as he peeled off the condom and tossed it in the trash.
"He's afraid of you and your big dick," the young guy said, swooping down onto Panther's hard dick and trying to suck him off.
Panther brushed him away. "You got what you needed," he said.
"But, I wanted your load, too," he protested.
"Maybe next time," Panther sighed, pulling his clothes back on.
The young man took the hint, put his clothes back on, and tried to extract a promise from Panther to fuck the college boy bareback next time. "Condoms only," Panther insisted. "You thinkin' wit' yo' dick, not yo' head! Get out!"
Panther fumed about what an idiot this guy was as he slammed the door behind him. Then, he smiled to himself. And you're just as big an idiot. You're fucking that pretty Tyler's ass raw every day. Sounds like a double standard to me, his inner voice told him. But, Panther had rationalized that a long time ago, so that voice was ignored.
His six p.m. appointment showed up on time, but the bartender applicant was a drunk, so he threw him out before the interview even started. He didn't need some guy with access to limitless booze, drinking himself into a stupor every night and pouring free drinks for himself and his friends. He'd dealt with his kind before. Never again, he smiled to himself.
Panther worked with his investments and a contractor until nearly eight. The gay contractor had some ideas about expanding and modernizing the club. Panther listened, but made no pledges of support, nor did he dismiss the ideas, either. He'd discuss them with Tyler and his chief bartender, Giles. Maybe it was time to expand.
Tyler showed up before eight, but Panther pulled him into his office. "Let the other guys dance for a while. I need you now," Panther whispered lustily. "I been hard most of the day and been thinkin' about you. Gotta seed," he insisted, patting Tyler's ass.
"You know I'm always up for that," Tyler smiled, tugging off his clothes while Panther shed his. "And you're up already. Yeah, Daddy, I need this real bad." Tyler turned around and bent over. "This what you need, Panth?"
"You have no idea, Baby," he purred. "Let's do this right," he added walking over to the re-made bed. Tyler rushed over to the bed and got on all fours. "Yeah, Baby, you know what your Daddy likes." Panther knelt on the floor and began to rim the pretty, muscular, white ass in front of him. "You always taste so good," he added a few moments later. He stood behind Tyler and pressed his leaking, hard dick into the familiar manhole. "Fuck! You're always hungry for my dick," he sighed.
He slid all the way in with one, slow stroke. Panther was buried to the hilt of his black sword. His dick jerked and jumped. Tyler looked around and caught Panther's eye and smiled. Tyler wiggled his ass and reached behind them to grab Panther's hard ass cheeks.
"I love it when you're this deep and your dick is so hard," Tyler moaned. "I need your nut, Daddy. I need it deep!" he insisted.
Panther was teetering on the edge of a huge climax. The boy beneath him had the most talented ass he'd ever had the pleasure of mounting and seeding. Many times, he'd held still inside this young man and had been brought to climax by the milking ass walls he was so eager to seed. A wave of tightness gripped his thick dick. Panther was over the wall and cumming before he could protest.
"Ah, FUCK!" Panther roared. He pulled back slightly and rammed hard into the white ass under him. "FUCK!" he bellowed again as another climax wave hit him hard and his dick jerked again. "FUCK!" he repeated, unable to say anything more coherent. Wave after wave of climax pumped his hips harder and harder into Tyler's thirsty ass. At least seven creamy ropes of ball honey sprayed into Tyler's ass. Panther could only hold on and enjoy the pleasure that had been building all day long. He needed to nut and this surely qualified as release.
"Fuck," Tyler repeated his man's litany. "You did need to cum in my ass. That's probably the fastest you've ever cum in me," he smiled.
"You inspire me," Panther agreed, resting on Tyler's back. His dick continued to leak cum into the young man's talented butt tunnel.
"And you had a couple of interviews this afternoon, plus you went to the gym," Tyler smirked. "Inspiration from any source is good as long as I get the results."
"No one else does," Panther reassured him.
Tyler pulled away slowly, then turned and licked a few drops of cum from Panther's massive dick. "I'm keeping these babies for later," he grinned, slapping his ass. "Besides, you shot so deep, it'll be hours before they try to make their escape."
Panther laughed. "You're a pig!"
"So are you, Daddy!"