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The story continues as the insatiable black stud, Top Dawg, spent the night breaking in his new bartender. He arrives at the Farmer's Market and eyes yet another new prey. Top Dawg's reputation has been well earned (and dangles heavily between his legs) as eager men wait to be thoroughly plundered by his 13 inches of power!
Top Dawg, Part 7 Submitted By: Jason Moore
Another Monday at the Farmer's Market and Top Dawg needed to pick up supplies for the diner. He always arrived early and was allowed in before formal hours as the manager, Larry Clemson, had been one of Top Dawg's earliest conquests. Although, Larry then found himself a dependable, live-in "husband" and his trysts with Top Dawg were now history. As he entered the market, Top Dawg was thinking he would hire someone to do this chore for him in the future when he actually owned the diner. His meeting with Mr. Smith went very well and the wheels were now in place for Top Dawg to take over the business. As these thoughts ran through his head, Top Dawg looked up to see a hot stud loading some tomatoes into a bin near the rear of the market. Top Dog's antenna shot up as he spied the guy's beautiful looking ass barely confined in a pair of tight fitting black jeans. That's when he saw Larry Clemson.
"Hey, man," Larry yelled out to Top Dawg from behind a large tank of live lobsters near the end of the aisle.
"Hey, Larry, got some new goods today, huh?" Top Dawg said nodding toward the guy in the black jeans.
Larry, always one to oblige the black stud who broke him in, looked over at the guy, then smiled back at Top Dawg. He then motioned Top Dawg over.
"Yeah, that's Greg Benton," Larry said in a lower tone. "He just rented that space last week. His family has a small farm out near Carlonville. He is going to be selling some of their vegetables here." Then he yelled out to the guy, "Hey, Greg, can I see you for a second?"
Greg had just finished filling the bin from his last crate, he looked up, smiled at Larry, and came over. As he approached, Top Dawg caught Greg eyeing him. Being the expert that he was, Top Dawg recognized that look and knew he would be getting "better acquainted" with Greg in the future.
"Yeah, whazzup, Larry," he said.
"Larry, I want to introduce you to somebody. This here is Marcus Petty. He runs a diner near here and is a steady customer at the market."
Top Dawg extended his hand and strongly grasped Greg's hand. He stared intently into the deep brown eyes staring back at him and smiled broadly.
"Good meetin' you," Top Dawg said as he held Greg's hand and noticed that Greg made no motion to withdraw.
"Same here," he answered as they finally relinquished their grasp. "You got some nice looking wares there," Top Dawg then smiled.
"Uh, yeah," Greg said. "My family has a farm south of here and we decided to start selling some of our vegetables up here in the city. Seems like a good place and we hope to make a few more bucks," he smiled back. "But I gotta get those crates back out to the truck before the people start arriving," he said. "Nice meeting you."
"Well, welcome to the neighborhood," Top Dawg added as he watched those two choice melons walking away from him.
"Damn, he's got one hot looking ass, man," Top Dawg said to Larry as he continued watching Greg, now bending over to pick up the empty crates and carry them out back.
"Yeah, he does. Just your type, too," Larry laughed as he nudged his friend in the chest. "From the way he was eyeing you, it just might be something you can get into," Larry laughed again. "Hey, man, I hear you're gonna be the new owner of the diner. Congratulations," Larry added, changing the subject.
"Damn, that news sure spread fast. I still need to meet with Mr. Smith," Top Dawg said. "If things work out right, I might own it before the month is out. I'll have to meet with the bank to work out a loan. However, Mr. Smith has always been very generous. I'm sure I'll get a hell of a deal."
"Well, good luck. I'm sure you'll enjoy having your own business," Larry then told him. "It's more responsibility, but much more enjoyable being the man in charge."
"Well, I got some plans, but I'm just gonna take every day as it comes. I just hired a new bartender and got my eye to expanding into a bigger location sometime later on."
"Well, if you need any help or business advice, you know you can come to me, my man," Larry offered.
"Thanks. But for now, I need to go get me some vegetables," Top Dawg winked at Larry as he turned to leave.
"Good luck there, too," Larry yelled back to him.
As Top Dawg approached Greg's stall, he was bending over, sliding a basket under the bin of tomatoes. Just seeing that sight had Top Dawg dreaming about ramming his cock into the lovely confines of that hot looking ass.
"Hey, Greg, whatcha got good here," Top Dawg asked as he stood close enough behind Greg that his crotch nearly pressed up against that hot ass.
"Well, these here tomatoes are the freshest you'll find anywhere," Greg said as he looked up, still bent over and fiddling with that basket.
Top Dawg smiled down at Greg's upturned face. Greg's head was beneath the lip of the overhanging bin of tomatoes. As he pushed back to get out from under that ridge, his ass rubbed up against Top Dawg's crotch. Greg looked back up at Top Dawg, who did not budge an inch. Greg then smiled and ground his ass even harder against Top Dawg causing that familiar twinge while also sending the clearest signal possible. Top Dawg knew this door was now opened!
"What else you think looks good here?" Greg then asked as he finally stood upright.
"Well, this here is lookin' mighty fine," Top Dawg replied as he grabbed a handful of that ass with his big left paw. "Looks like it needs a good, hot fucking," Top Dawg continued as he then grabbed himself through his pants. "And I'm packin' just the right equipment to do it up good."
"So, you say," Greg said. "Maybe I'll just have to let you prove that sometime," he added.
"Yeah, well how 'bout here and now?" Top Dawg responded. "There's an old cleaning tool shed out back beyond the loading dock. You got some time before customers are allowed in and I could sure use some of that sweet fucking ass right now. One hot quickie will get your day started right," Top Dawg added.
Seeing the look on Greg's face, Top Dawg smiled back as he knew he'd soon be fucking him some new ass. As Greg headed out back, Top Dawg followed his latest prey, watching that hot, tight ass swaying before him. Top Dawg's monumental cock was already itching for this impending action and he reached down to fondle himself as he and Greg walked back to the shed. Greg entered the shed with Top Dawg going in directly behind him. As they went inside, Top Dawg pushed the door shut. The only light now entered from a high rear window facing a rear alley. Top Dawg moved in for the kill right away. He wrapped his arms around Greg's waist and chest and pulled him back hard against himself. His crotch was soon grinding hard against the luscious ass. Greg also reacted as he ground himself back against that big, black stud.
"Oooh, yeah, this is gonna be so hot," Top Dawg sighed as his cock was already reacting to the hot feel of that ass pressing back, twitching and grinding. "By the way, all my close friends call me Top Dawg."
Greg just moaned as Top Dawg moved his hands down and began to undo the belt, then the button, then the zipper. As those jeans fell open, Top Dawg slid his hands down around Greg's hips, realized he wore no briefs, then slid those jeans down further. He looked down to see the smooth fleshy globes revealed before him as he stepped back and slid those pants further down until they fell down around Greg's ankles.
"Oh, yeah, this is one hot lookin' ass, man," Top Dawg said. "Yeah wiggle that ass," he then encouraged as Greg began to erotically sway his hips.
Top Dawg quickly freed his waiting fuck tool while he eyed that beautiful ass just begging to get fucked. With his own pants now fallen around his ankles, Top Dawg motioned Greg to bend over. As he did, Top Dawg leaned forward and drooled some spit into the crack of that hot ass. As the spit hit its mark, Greg reached back and spread his ass cheeks.
"Come on big boy," he said. "Gimme some of that big cock. I haven't had a good fucking in way too long."
As Top Dawg reached out to rub his hands over that luscious ass, he looked up to see Greg looking back. He immediately recognized that look of awe as Greg was staring back at Top Dawg's huge cock. He soon had his finger pressing up against that puckered hole and pressed inside, quickly working his ample amount of spit into those tight confines.
"Ah, yeah," Top Dawg moaned. "This is one tight fuck hole, man."
As he worked that hole with yet another inserted finger, Top Dawg began to jerk and squeeze his quickly growing cock with his free hand. Greg's ass was responding now to the feverish prying of Top Dawg's fingers. He began to squeeze and twitch his ass muscles. Within just a few more seconds, Top Dawg knew that ass was primed and ready for a good fucking.
"So, you ready for a great fucking, buddy?" Top Dawg asked.
"Yeah, yeah, gimme that cock, Top Dawg. Fuck me good." Greg begged.
"Well, get ready, baby, cause here comes daddy," Top Dawg chuckled as he grabbed his now fully swollen rod and pressed the huge head right up against the proffered rosebud before him.
As Greg felt that hot poker of a cock pressing against his backside, he quivered. Top Dawg smiled as he had yet another willing ass waiting to satisfy his insatiable needs. Then, with a forceful push, Top Dawg entered that luscious fuck hole. Greg winced, but held still as Top Dawg slowly shoved himself in deeper. They both began to grunt as Top Dawg watched his huge cock spreading that tiny hole wide open. He watched in sheer delight as his huge cock slowly began to sink inside. The feel was excruciatingly pleasurable as he penetrated ever more deeply into the tight confines of that sweet ass.
"Oooh, yeah, man, this is some fine fucking ass," Top Dawg then groaned. "I'm gonna give this baby one hell of a work out."
"Aaah, yeah, yeah, Top Dawg. Oooh, aaah, that big cock feels so good. Fuck me, man. Fuck me good," Greg responded.
Top Dawg had half his full length buried up that ass. With both hands wrapped tightly around the base of his humongous cock, Top Dawg began to pull out and slowly push in, fucking Greg's hot ass in sure, steady strokes.
He would never get enough of this feeling, a hot ass clenching tightly around his mighty cock. He lived for this!
For several minutes, Top Dawg continued to push and pull his huge cock in and out. He watched intently as the lips of Greg's ass, splayed wide open, stretched tightly around his thick cock as it slowly pulled out. Greg was writhing and panting before him as Top Dawg continued to slowly fuck that hot ass. It was now time for the real thing and Top Dawg was the guy to do it.
Then with his hands now grabbing firmly onto Greg's hips. Top Dawg plunged his full shaft deep into that hot hole. Greg gasped and attempted to pull away, but Top Dawg maintained his firm grip. He pulled back roughly, fully impaling that tight ass with his huge cock. Greg was gasping still as Top Dawg ground his cock firmly inside, then began to wiggle and sway his hips, getting every last inch of that tight fuck hole.
"Yeah, yeah, gimme that ass, man. I want it all, baby. Aaah, yeah, take that cock, man. Take it all!" Top Dawg wailed. Oooh, baby, I'm gonna fuck this baby good."
Greg just continued to groan and gasp as Top Dawg now began to deep dick that hot ass. With his hands maintaining their firm grip on Greg's hips, Top Dawg was soon working that ass. Within minutes, he was pounding away at Greg's love hole with deep, furious plunges of his monster cock.
"Aaah, ahhh, yeah, fuck...me...fuck...me," Greg grunted as he began to jerk his own rigid cock.
Top Dawg simply sighed as his cock was tearing up yet another ass in wild abandon. With drill like precision, he hit that ass head on for several minutes. Top Dawg ravaged that ass for a good ten minutes or more until he felt that familiar tingle run from the base of his ball sack and on up his spine.
"Aah, yeah, I'm gonna breed this baby," he grunted as he felt his hot load of cum boiling away in his heavy balls. "I'm gonna shoot my load, man."
"Aaah, yeah, give it to me," Greg groaned. "Give me your load, Top Dawg," Greg wailed as he felt Top Dawg's huge cock expand even more inside his fully crammed ass.
Top Dawg continued thrusting feverishly as his huge cock prepared to explode up inside that fine ass. Then with one full, penetrating thrust, Top Dawg buried himself balls deep as a thick load of cum erupted from his huge cock. His cock throbbed and jerked as it spewed its cum load.
"Aaaaah...yeeeaaaahhhhh..." Top Dawg yelped as he began to pump a rich load of cum deep into Greg's bowels.
Greg softly mewled as he felt that hot cock go into a wild series of spasms. The feel of warm cum gushing forth, filling his hot love hole sent him over the edge and his own cock began to pump its own load of cum. When both of their cocks were finally spent, they simultaneously sighed in pleasure.
"Yeah, buddy, you really like a good fucking, dontcha?" Top Dawg asked as he pulled his spent cock free with a soft plop.
"Yeah, man, that was really hot. Just what I needed," Greg answered as they both stood upright.
"Well, I gotta run, man, but we definitely gotta do this again," Top Dawg said as he pulled up his pants.
"Bet." Greg replied.
Top Dawg then left Greg Standing in the shed with his pants still down around his ankles. As he strolled back into the back of the market, Larry Clemson spied him and smiled his way.
"All in a day's work," Top Dawg said to him as he approached. "Another satisfied customer," he smirked as Larry smiled back.
Top Dawg grabbed a couple of bags full of Greg's vegetables, tossed Larry more than enough to cover the cost and told him to tell Greg he'd get the change later. As Top Dawg walked out, Larry smiled to himself as he saw a slightly disheveled Greg coming in from the back lot.
On the drive to the diner, Top Dawg remembered that the new busboy, Jamal Rogers was due at the diner for his first day of work. After having Jamal deep throat his cock and having taken Jamal's ass at their first meeting two days ago, Top Dawg's was looking forward to "breaking him in" some more. Even after just having fucked Greg's sweet ass, Top Dawg's cock twitched again at the thought of having another bus boy to play with at work.
He arrived at the diner and put the bags of vegetables in the kitchen. Then he went to the office and tallied up some receipts and finished some paperwork. It was still early morning when he finished that paperwork so Top Dawg decided to head to the gym for a quick work out. This early was usually a slow time at the gym so he should be able to get in and out fairly quickly.
After doing a quick routine with free weights, treadmill, and stationary bike, Top Dawg headed for the showeres. While relaxing in that flow of hot water, Top Dawg closed his eyes, spread his legs and allowed the water to tumble over his taut frame. For a few minutes he stood there, then lathered up, rinsed off, and heade to the locker room. He heard the door creak and looked over to see Jarrod Davis carrying a load of towels into the locker room. He was wearing some tight, spandex shorts and walked in with a towel draped over his left shoulder.
"Thought I saw you coming in here," Jarrod smiled.
"Yeah, just needed a quick work out before opening the diner," Top Dawg answered as he sat up straighter. "What're you doin' in here so early?"
"Just getting ready for the new work week," Jarrod answered.
"Well, I got something else that needs work," Top Dawg said as he fondled his thick cock. "You got a minute?"
"Always," Jarrod quickly answered.
Top Dawg grabbed his things as Jarrod led him into the office. Top Dawg plopped down on the small couch in one corner of the office. In seconds Jarrod had a handful of monster cock and lowered his face to work on it. His tongue lashed away at the full length of Top Dawg's massive meat. With a sigh, Top Dawg settled back into the couch as Jarrod wrapped his lips around the tip of his huge cock and began to take him into that soft, warm mouth.
"Yeah, suck my cock, man," Top Dawg said. "Mmmm, yeah, that feels so good."
Jarrod just groaned as he slobbered away at the huge slab of man meat before him. After several minutes, his spit had coated Top Dawg's cock and Jarrod began to gobble down more and more of that huge python. The hot, delicious cock was soon a glistening monolith of delight. As Top Dawg's cock expanded into its full glory, Jarrod worked his magic and was now deep throating Top Dawg like the cock sucking pro he was. Top Dawg stretched out his leg and reached out one hand to the back of Jarrod's head. With ever increasing pressure, Top Dawg began to push down while simultaneously bucking his hips upward off the couch. In no time, he was force feeding his full length past Jarrod's stretched lips and down his wickedly talented throat.
"Yeah, baby, take my cock, man. Choke on that baby!" Top Dawg whelped.
Jarrod's only reply was the slurping, gulping, gasping sounds escaping his lips as they wrapped tightly around the huge bulk of Top Dawg's blood engorged cock. Top Dawg then grabbed Jarrod's head with both hands and began to wildly jerk it up and down, up and down. Top Dawg was now forcing his cock spuriously down Jarrod's throat as he took quick gulps of air on the up beat.
"Damn, you're so fucking good at this, Jarrod, my man. My cock can't get enough of your hot blow jobs," Top Dawg said as continued to use Jarrod's mouth and throat to jerk off his throbbing meat. "You keep that up and I'm gonna be feeding you a shitload of cum any minute now."
Once again, all Jarrod could do was grunt and gasp as Top Dawg continued his frantic pace. Top Dawg languished in the exquisite feel, shoving Jarrod's face down over his rigid fuck pole. Feeling his thick cock plunging deep inside that warm, wet, luscious mouth and throat. With ever increasing intensity, Top Dawg used his willing prey for all he was worth. Finally, he could take it no more. Top Dawg pulled Jarrod off his bulging cock. He began to jerk it feverishly as Jarrod stretched out his tongue attempting to lap at the tip of Top Dawg's cock among the fury of Top Dawg's wildly flailing fist. His mouth remaining agape before that glistening pleasure pole.
"Oooh, yeah, feed me your cum, Top Dawg. Let me gulp it down," Jarrod moaned.
"Yeah, man, I'm gonna feed you some wild cum, baby. Damn, I'm gonna shoot my load, Jarrod. Aaah...yeah............" Top Dawg gasped as he felt his balls tighten up. "Yeah eat my cum. Man. Swallow it down!"
With that a powerful blast of cum flew from the tip of Top Dawg's cock and splayed across Jarrod's nosed, cheek, and upper lip. Top Dawg pushed up and drove his cock back into Jarrod's mouth. He quickly wrapped his lips tightly around that baby as another thick rope of cum spurted against the back of his throat. Jarrod sucked in deep as several volleys of cum filled his mouth. Gulping earnestly, Jarrod swallowed load after load of Top Dawg's creamy treat. With the final blast, Top Dawg settled back into the couch. Jarrod didn't miss a beat as he lowered his face, keeping his mouth clamped firmly around the end of Top Dawg's cock. Cum dribbled out of the corner's of his mouth as he gulped down, feeding on that delicious manna. He always enjoyed eating up Top Dawg's cum. It always was a full load and tasted so good. When Top Dawg's cock spasms finally subsided, Jarrod continued to suck him in, draining every last drop of that delicious cum he could siphon out.
"Damn, Jarrod, you give great head, man." Top Dawg said as his cock was now fully drained of every last ounce of cum.
"Yeah, that's just cause your cum is always so tasty," Jarrod said as he finally pulled away. "And plentiful, too," he added with a smile as he scooped up the dribbles from his chin and sucked it between his lips. Then he ran his tongue around his lips and stood up. "Well, Hope that was a work out enough for now, Top Dawg. But, I gotta get back to work. I got two new clients coming in this morning."
"Yeah, I gotta get going, too, man. There's a new bus boy coming in this morning and I gotta show him the ropes," Top Dawg said as he got up from the couch and threw on his clothes.
To be continued............