Top Dawg

By Moore

Published on Dec 1, 2004

Gay

Although the characters in this story engage in unprotected sex, we all need to be cautious. So please play it safe and use protection. Meanwhile, enjoy the story......

The story continues as the insatiable black stud, Top Dawg, got some fresh ass at the Farmer's Market and a hot blowjob at the gym before returning to the diner. He arrives back at the diner in time to meet the owners and yet another new potential 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 8 Submitted By: Jason Moore

As Top Dawg returned to the diner, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were just pulling up in their car.

"Good morning, Marcus," Mr. Smith greeted him from the other side of his car.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith," he answered. "And Mrs. Smith," he added as she too got out of their car.

Top Dawg then watched as a young black man got out of the back seat from the driver's side. He looked to be in his mid-twenties sporting a finely trimmed goatee and mustache. As he watched he realized this guy kind of favored Mr. Smith's facial features. He walked around the back of the car and grabbed some grocery bags that Mr. Smith handed him from the trunk. As they all walked toward the diner, Top Dawg continued to eye this new guy as he noticed him looking up and down Top Dawg's well chiseled frame, too. He was wearing some worn jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. Top Dawg walked over to the car as Mr. Smith and Ronald headed to the diner with some grocery bags. Mrs. Smith was retrieving another couple of bags that Top Dawg grabbed to carry in for her.

"Marcus, that's Ronaldo," Mrs. Smith then said in a whisper. "He's my husband's nephew just back from school. We were hoping you wouldn't mind, but as Barry is retiring, I'm going to be too busy at the grocery store to do much cooking around here. We were hoping you'd like to take on Ronaldo. He's got a culinary degree and is really a fine chef."

'That's not all that's fine," Top Dawg thought to himself as he looked up to see Ronaldo following Mr. Smith into the back of the diner. He noted that those snug jeans proudly displayed Ronaldo's firm round ass. 'I'd love to take that on,' his thoughts continued.

"Sure, that should be fine," Top Dawg then responded as he and Mrs. Smith followed them into the diner.

Once inside, the grocery bags were set down on a large food prep table as Mr. Smith turned to formally introduce Ronald.

"Marcus, this is my nephew Ronaldo," he said.

"Hey, Ronaldo. How's it going?" Top Dawg said as they shook hands.

"Great," he answered. "Pleased to meet you," he added as Top Dawg noticed Ronaldo's eyes roam over Top Dawg's muscular body.

"So, you can cook, huh?" Top Dawg asked, still clasping Ronaldo's slender hand noting that he made no move to release the grip, either.

"Uh...well...yeah...," Ronaldo answered, as Top Dawg noted the slight tremor in his voice. "Yes, I just finished my culinary courses and was hoping to get a job as a chef somewhere," he then answered with more determination.

"Florence and I were hoping you'd consider taking him on here at the diner, son," Mr. Smith then added as Top Dawg finally released his grasp.

"Sure, we can try him out and see how things go," Top Dawg told Mr. Smith while eyeing Ronaldo up and down.

"Great!" Mr. Smith added. "Say why don't we let them put these things up while we discuss the sale in the back office?" he then suggested.

As Mrs. Smith and Ronaldo got to work, Top Dawg Followed Mr. Smith into the office. Top Dawg then learned that Mr. Smith had already been doing some background work for the transfer of the title to the diner. As Top Dawg suspected, Mr. Smith was going to give him a very good deal. He would own the diner for a very reasonable price. Mr. Smith also told Top Dawg that he had spoken to his banker and already secured a loan. All Top Dawg had to do was go in and sign some paperwork. He then handed Top Dawg a business card from his wallet. It was the card for his banker.

"His name is Mr. Conner," he informed Top Dawg as he handed him the card. "He's expecting a call from you to set up an appointment to meet with him. I put in a very good recommendation for you, son. I'm sure you will get your loan without any problem. I was hoping we could work something out by week's end, Marcus," he continued. "If everything goes well I can step down and start to enjoy my retirement."

"Well, thank you very much, Mr. Smith. This is very generous. I only hope I can run the business as well as you have," he responded.

"Son, I'm sure everything will be fine," Mr. Smith said as he patted Top Dawg on the back and they returned to the kitchen.

Top Dawg was amazed at his good fortune. In a brief half an hour meeting, he was now set up to take over the reins of the diner. As they returned to the kitchen Mrs. Smith was already going over a menu with Ronaldo while showing him where everything was stored.

"Honey, why don't we leave these two young folks to their work and go check on Rachelle at the store?" Mr. Smith then suggested to his wife.

"Fine dear," she answered as Mr. Smith walked over to have a few words with Ronaldo. Then, turning to Top Dawg she continued, "Marcus, Ronaldo is really a very good cook. I'm sure he will work out fine. Treat him well," she finished as she grabbed her purse and Mr. Smith joined her.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he guided her out as Ronaldo wished them a good day. Top Dawg followed them out. He hugged them both, thanked them for their generosity, and watched as they drove off. He then retrieved his grocery bag from his car and went back inside. As he entered he saw Ronaldo already at work preparing the advance food items he would need for that day's menu. He stood there eyeing that hot ass as Ronaldo's back was turned to him. 'Yeah, I'll treat him well. I'll treat him very well," he thought to himself.

"Ronaldo, I need to take care of some paperwork in the office. If you need anything, feel free to come in and ask," Top Dawg then said as Ronaldo turned to face him. Then, as he was at the office door he turned back. "Oh, yeah, I'm expecting a new bus boy this morning. Derrick and Paul are the regular bus boys, but Jamal was just hired and should probably be here first. When he gets here, just tell him to report to the office."

"No problem," Ronaldo answered as he returned to chopping up some vegetables.

Top Dawg eyed Ronaldo and his finely shaped ass once more before going into the office. He had already done some of the tallies from the previous day when he stopped by earlier that morning. So, he pulled out Mr. Conner's business card and decided to schedule the bank appointment. There was no answer and Top Dawg left a return message on Mr. Conner's voice mail. As he sat at his desk, a vision of Ronaldo came to mind and caused a stirring in his loins. Top Dawg rubbed his ample cock through his jeans and lay back in the tilt back chair. Within minutes he had freed that monster cock and was slowly stroking and squeezing it to life. He retrieved some lubricant from a desk drawer and applied some to his aching cock. After several minutes there was a knock on his door precisely at ten o'clock.

"Come in," Top Dawg directed as he sat upright, barely concealing his huge pole behind his desk.

Jamal then entered. Top Dawg smiled and welcomed Jamal to his first day of work.

"For starters, I have your first duty at hand," he grinned as he rolled back in the chair revealing his hardening cock to Jamal's surprised face. "I was hoping you could take care of this before the other bus boys show up."

Jamal, without a word walked around the desk. Top Dawg swung himself around in the chair and spread his legs out as Jamal got down on his knees. Jamal pulled Top Dawg's fisted hand from that huge cock and, with a low sigh, he leaned down toward his waiting treasure.

"Your first job is to take this cock down your throat," Top Dawg demanded. "Yeah, good boy," he continued as Jamal quickly opened wide and took his cock into that luscious mouth. "Aaah, yeah, suck that cock," he moaned as he felt that warm, moist mouth engulf his cock.

For several minutes, Top Dawg lay back in his chair, hands folded on his massive chest as Jamal fed on his mighty tool. Jamal had quickly learned how to bring pleasure to Top Dawg and was soon deep throating his black shaft. Top Dawg closed his eyes to everything external and concentrated on the unique feel of his cock being enveloped by Jamal's moist mouth and constricted throat. He moved his hands down to Jamal's shoulders as he continued sucking that big cock down in a slow, seductive motion. Top Dawg looked down and chuckled to himself as he saw his thick cock sliding in and out of Jamal's fully stretched lips.

"Yeah, take that cock down your throat," Top Dawg then commanded as he grabbed Jamal's head and began to forcefully fuck his mouth and throat with his swollen cock. "Yeah, yeah, suck it down. Suck it all the way down! Oooh, yeah get it ready for that tight fucking ass!"

For about five more minutes, Top Dawg ravaged Jamal's oral cavity. His strong hands held tightly on Jamal's head as he forced him to take his cock deep down his slick, tight throat.

"Bend over the desk!" Top Dawg then demanded as he pulled Jamal off his raging cock.

Jamal quickly moved to the front of the desk and did as he was told. Top Dawg kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jeans. He then got behind his prey and roughly pulled down Jamal's jeans, laughing as he saw the red briefs with the words "Property of Top Dawg' in blue lettering across Jamal's ass.

"Yeah, that's right," he laughed. "This is my ass now," he said as he tugged them down, too. "And I want what is mine right now!"

He grabbed the lubricant from the desk and poured some out in the crack of Jamal's ass. He quickly worked a finger into that tight hole as Jamal squirmed before him.

"Oooh, yeah, fuck me, Top Dawg. Gimme your big cock. Get that baby up my ass," Jamal squealed in delight.

"You want it, you got it," Top Dawg stated bluntly.

After priming that hot little hole, Top Dawg applied some more lube to his huge, waiting cock. As he slathered it over his full length, he jabbed two fingers up Jamal's ass. He pried that baby open, loosening up his quarry for the hot fucking yet to come. Then, pulling his fingers free, he guided himself to that waiting orifice. His cock head pressed up against that puckered hole and Jamal shuddered in anticipation. With a brutal shove, Top Dawg forced himself into that tight hole, prying it open wide as he dug himself in deeper.

"Ooooh, aaaah!" Jamal grunted as Top Dawg continued worming himself up that beautiful ass.

"Yeah, give it up, boy. Give me what's mine," Top Dawg again demanded. "I'm gonna take my property, buddy. I'm gonna use it good!"

"Ah, yeah, fuck me...fuck me..." Jamal sighed.

Top Dawg was nearly balls deep already and began to pull out. Slowly he withdrew watching Jamal's pussy lips extend outward, clamping tightly around his massive fuck pole. With only his cock head buried still inside, Top Dawg jammed his full length up those sweet, tight confines. He sighed to himself as Jamal's tiny ass hole gripped him nice and tight. The friction of his huge cock against the slick, hot anal cavity was an immediate turn on. This was his ass and this is what he lived for. Fucking a tight, male pussy until he buried a creamy load of cum deep inside.

"Yeah, gimme my sweet fucking ass, boy," Top Dawg groaned as he grabbed onto Jamal's hips and began to pump away furiously.

Jamal only moaned as he braced himself for yet another one of Top Dawg's famous power-driving fucks. He was pinned to the desk now as Top Dawg took control and was now pounding his ass without mercy.

"Take it, take it, take it...take it... " Top Dawg growled as his hips thrust back and forth in a furious pace, driving his cock relentlessly into that luscious ass.

As he began to reach a fevered pitch on that ass, Top Dawg stretched his head back and closed his eyes. Once again he shut out every sensation except for the sweet pleasure of feeling his mighty cock plunging in and out of Jamal's tender fuck hole. For several minutes he held on tightly and worked that ass with the hard, pile driving rhythm he was famous for among his growing bevy of conquests. He then leaned forward again and looked down to see his huge rod assaulting Jamal's hot ass. Then as he got an even tighter grip on Jamal's hips, Top Dawg plowed up that ass and ground himself in deep.

"Oooh, yeah, this is one tight fucking ass," he groaned as he swiveled his hips, forcing his cock to hit every last bit of that hot hole.

He then began to slowly long dick his prey. Top Dawg glanced up and saw Ronaldo's face reflected in one of the designer tile mirrors on the wall behind his desk. He smiled as he saw the look of awe on his new chef's face. Ronaldo was staring through the slightly opened office door. As Top Dawg observed the look of wonder on Ronaldo's face, it only served to spur him on even more. He picked up his pace and began to pound away even more furiously. 'Yeah, this will be you soon,' Top Dawg thought to himself as he returned his attention to the hot ass before him.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." he grunted. "Take my cock. Take it up this sweet fucking ass. I'm gonna pump a shit load of cum up this tight fucking hole," Top Dawg wailed as he felt that familiar aching in his balls. "I'm gonna breed this ass again, baby. This is my ass now!"

Then, as Jamal gasped, Top Dawg slammed hard into him. As his cock began to jerk and pump its cum load deep inside Jamal's quivering flesh, Top Dawg sighed in total pleasure. When his cock finally pumped that ass full, he pulled himself free and glanced up to see Ronaldo withdrawing and closing the door.

"Whew, baby, that was just what I needed!" Top Dawg said as he walked back around the desk, pulling his jeans back on again.

Jamal got up and grabbed a tissue from a container on the desk. He wiped up some of the cum dribbling from his spent ass. He then pulled his briefs and jeans back up and stood there before that hot, muscular stud. Top Dawg put his shoes back on then looked over at Jamal.

"Derrick and Paul should be here any minute. You can wait for them at the waiter station," he directed. "I'll show you," he continued as he got up and led Jamal from the office

As they exited the office and strolled out into the kitchen, Top Dawg smiled as he noticed Ronaldo quickly avert his gaze to chop some more vegetables that were already finished. He then led Jamal around the dining area, showed him the newly completed section that also had a small bar with several stools. Just as he completed showing him around and giving him last minute instructions, Derrick and Paul entered the diner. Already knowing he was a friend of Derrick's, Top Dawg introduced Jamal to Paul and asked them to fill him in on his new duties. He left them all out in the diner as he returned to the kitchen. As he pushed through the galley door, Top Dawg looked around and spied Ronaldo reaching for a stew pot on a shelf above the stove vent. It was just out of his reach. Top Dawg walked softly up behind him.

"Allow me," he said to a startled Ronaldo.

Top Dawg stepped up directly behind Ronaldo and reached up over his head grabbing for the pot. Purposely, he did not reach fully for it and, instead, pressed his body firmly into Ronaldo's backside, pinning him to the front of the large stove. As he did, Top Dawg ground his crotch hard against Ronaldo's hot, tight ass. As he pretended to barely miss the handle of the stew pot. Top Dawg repositioned himself by pressing in against Ronaldo even tighter. His big cock immediately reacted to the pressure as he rubbed himself up against Ronaldo's tight ass. Then, almost imperceptibly, but not to Top Dawg's heightened senses, Ronaldo pushed back.

As he reached again, Top Dawg wormed his aching cock tightly against that hot ass. He knew Ronaldo had to feel his big log as he ground himself up against that sweet ass.

"It's hard," Ronaldo said.

"Yeah and big, too," Top Dawg quickly answered catching the double meaning of Ronaldo's description of his reach for the pot.

As he feigned another attempt to reach the pot, Top Dawg's growing cock could no longer be ignored. Ronaldo sighed and firmly wiggled his ass back against that huge black stud snuggled in close behind him. Top Dawg then grabbed the handle and pulled down the pot. He set it before Ronaldo, but did not back off from his snug position behind Ronaldo. He then wrapped an arm around Ronaldo's waist and whispered in his ear.

"It's not mine yet, but by the end of this week, I will own everything in this diner," he said as he released his embrace and walked away.

Top Dawg glanced back as he entered the office. Ronaldo stood there, his arms at his sides, holding the pot before him. It was at a height just below his crotch and Top Dawg smiled as he noticed an obvious bulge in Ronaldo's jeans.

"Yeah, it'll all be mine," he laughed as he shut the door behind him.

Just as he sat down, Mr. Conner returned the call. They agreed to meet at the bank the following morning. After hanging up, he got a second call. It was from his ex-Marine buddy, Pete Carter. He had called to see about reserving a table for him and three of his former squad mates for eight that evening. Top Dawg confirmed the arrangement and hung up. He then called Darnell Thomas, the new bartender-to-be. He told him if he wanted the job he would need to be at the diner by three that afternoon. Darnell quickly agreed and thanked Top Dawg for the job. "Things are sure working out fine," Top Dawg said to himself.

The lunch crowd was good and Ronaldo did a fine job. There were quite a few compliments on his food. Jamal seemed to catch on quickly, Top Dawg noted, as he watched him bus a table close to where Top Dawg stood taking another order. By mid-afternoon the crowd had thinned out and the three bus boys were able to relax some before the supper crowd began to arrive. Right at three, Darnell showed up and Top Dawg showed him the bar set up and how to work the register. Darnell caught on very quickly. As the last of the lunch crowd sauntered out, Jamal quickly cleaned up behind them. Ronaldo was out in the kitchen and the three bus boys were out back. Top Dawg then led Darnell to the basement to show him how to change the keg and where to get ice and extra cold beer to stock the bar. Before going downstairs he yelled for Derrick to watch the diner.

"The tips aren't so hot right now," Top Dawg told him as he finished showing him around. "But, I'll make up for that with a better salary then you would get from any other bar."

"Well, thanks. I appreciate that and this job. I don't know how I can ever repay you," Darnell answered.

"Well, I got a good idea right now," Top Dawg said as he grabbed his cock through his jeans, smiling as he saw Darnell look at his crotch and lick his lips.

"Get on your knees and worship my cock," Top Dawg said as he opened his fly and pulled that thick cock free.

He sighed as a pair of soft, wet lips wrapped themselves around his big cock. When Darnell sucked him in Top Dawg moaned and put one hand on his left shoulder and grabbed the base of his thick cock with the other. With slight pressure he helped to guide himself into that warm, wet mouth.

"Ooh, yeah, suck that baby. Ooh, yeah, that feels so good," Top Dawg sighed as Darnell gobbled him in.

With his hand on Darnell's head and the other holding his cock, Top Dawg began to push himself in and out. Darnell slid Top Dawg's jeans down around his knees and grabbed onto his firm ass cheeks. Pulling him forward, he forced more of Top Dawg's hot rod cock inside. As Top Dawg felt his cock head press up against that tight throat, he grunted and shoved inside even further. The feel of his huge cock sliding down that tight throat was delicious.

"Aah, yeah, take it all. Suck that cock down all the way," Top Dawg said.

Darnell mumbled in pleasure as his throat muscles gave way to that huge invader. He fought back his gag reflex as Top Dawg placed his other hand on top of his head and pulled him in tightly against his crotch. With his nose now buried in Top Dawg's pubic hair, Darnell squirmed his face feeling that monster cock cut off his breath. As Top Dawg finally relented, Darnell pulled back and gasped for air, just a second before that black sausage wormed back down his throat. Top Dawg was in fine form again as he began to take charge and fully fuck Darnell's face. With both hands now gripping tightly onto Darnell's head, Top Dawg was soon plowing away.

"Aaah, yeah. Suck my cock. Take it down your throat. Choke on that baby," he cried out as he continued forcing himself into those sweet confines.

Top Dawg, with only his personal pleasure in mind, proceeded to viciously force his full length in and out at a rapid fire pace. Darnell reached up to hold onto Top Dawg's trim waist as his mouth and throat were being beautifully ravaged by that delicious cock. For what seemed like twenty minutes or more, he felt his throat being forcibly raped by the black muscle man towering over him. He was able to gulp quick breaths to prevent from passing out from this wicked and hot assault.

"Aah, yeah, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna feed you my cum," Top Dawg finally grunted as his fast paced thrusting continued unabated.

Darnell groaned lowly as Top Dawg continued thrusting. When his cock began to pump a rich load of his sweet cum Top Dawg pulled his cock from that hot throat and, keeping it in that moist mouth, he proceeded to spew his rich, creamy load until Darnell's cheeks bloated. Darnell worked feverishly and alternately swallowed, then sucked hard on Top Dawg's spurting cock, providing a hot sensation to that black stud unloading into his mouth. As he emptied his balls once more, Top Dawg pulled his cock free and slapped it across Darnell's face. He watched as Darnell gulped down a mouthful of cum.

"Yeah, eat my cum, slut," Top Dawg then demanded. "Swallow it all."

Darnell licked his lips then sucked in on Top Dawg's cock once more. He greedily sucked hard, siphoning every last drop of that sweet man nectar.

"Mmmm," Darnell sighed as he polished off Top Dawg's now spent cock. "That will be tip enough for me, man."

They both straightened themselves up before returning upstairs. As they climbed the stairs and went through the storeroom, they found all three bus boys and the new chef lingering around the kitchen. The three busboys had wicked smiles on their faces and Ronaldo, the chef, stared gape mouthed at them.

"What are you all still doing on break?" Top Dawg snarled. "You all got things to do, so get to it," he finished as he went into the office.

Sitting behind his desk, Top Dawg laughed out loud to himself, "Yeah, things are gonna work out just fine around here!"

To be continued............

Next: Chapter 9


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