Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2016 09:54:21 -0500
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Jock Predator part 2

So you already know the basics about me, but to sum it up: I'm a built,
25-year old black guy with a taste for straight white college-jock ass. I
don't want a faggy bottom—I want to split open a virgin ass, get my use
out of it, and send the guy away to live with it. I've got a whole bag of
tricks for getting these dudes into position so I can bust their cherries,
and none of those tricks is `ask nicely.'

I made it out to the beach on the day of this particular ass-scalping. I
like to lay in the sun in a Speedo because it'll barely hold my package in,
and a little sweat shows off my muscles. I always put on a pair of dark
sunglasses and smile at the college girls checking me out, but I'm really
watching their boyfriends flinch and try to drag them away to somewhere
further down the beach.

Sometimes it just doesn't work out for boyfriend.

On this afternoon, a hot blond guy strolled by in his white board shorts
with his stacked blond girlfriend on his arm. I like to guess the guy's
sport and I pegged this one as a soccer player based on his legs and
ass. Oh god, that ass... My Speedo might have stretched just a little more.

Anyway, his girl just about sprained her neck looking at me and I made sure
he caught it when I grinned at her and gave her a thumb's up. Five seconds
later, they were arguing. He wanted to move on... but she liked the nice
open spot that just happened to be where she could see me. I got to watch
their relationship dynamic play out in fast-forward and about a minute
later he was scowling and spreading out their towels.

I kept tabs on them from behind my sunglasses, but that's it. You don't
want to scare them off. They mostly did the usual beach shit, running back
and forth to the water, taking turns rubbing lotion on each other, and just
lying in the sun. An hour or so later, she got up and walked past me to the
cabana bar. By complete coincidence, I suddenly wanted a drink.

You might be wondering why I was following her ass when I wanted his. Trust
me. Five minutes later, Rebecca and I were still having a nice friendly
chat at the bar when he came looking for her. His eyes went straight to her
nipples that were poking up through her bikini top less than a foot from my
pecs.

"Tommy!" Her drink was already half-empty, but she held up his drink that
had been sitting there with ice melting in it. She put her other hand on my
arm. "This is Cliff. He's been telling me about a party tonight."

"Hey dude." I offered my hand. I skipped the crushing-grip stunt, but I
made sure to grab his hand just a little too far back so his grip would
feel floppy and soft to himself. He tried to hide his irritation and look
cool, but he wasn't very good at it.

He put his other arm around her waist. "What party? We said we're going out
clubbing."

I laughed. "Clubbing? It's the same old shit in the clubs every night,
man. The real fun is in the private parties. But hey—some people don't
like to hang with the big dogs. Whatever floats your boat, right?" I
shrugged, took a sip of my drink and started to turn back to the bar.

Rebecca jumped in just like I expected. "Who cares about clubbing? We can
do that any night. We're only here for a week—how many private parties
do you think we're going to get invited to?"

He argued. She got waspish. I kept facing the bar and acted like I didn't
even notice the mini-spat taking place two feet away. Even I raised my
eyebrows when she hit him with "My parents are the ones paying for this
trip and I think we should do something I want to do for once!" Ouch. I was
pretty sure she got her way a hell of a lot more than `for once.'

Her bitchy routine worked for her this time too and, after another minute
of arguing where it was obvious he'd already lost, she put her hand on my
arm. She was all smiles and she tossed her hair when I turned around. "Hey
Cliff, we talked it over. It sounds like a great time. We'd love to come."

This wasn't the time for one of my fake business cards, so I jotted my
address and a time down on a napkin. She flounced off with a walk that I'm
sure was supposed to make me zero in on her ass, and I guess it would have
worked if I wasn't already imagining ripping the shorts off his amazing
butt.

They showed up ten minutes late, which was either fashionably late in
whatever backwater Midwestern city they're from, or was from him taking
another shot at talking her out of it. I was ready for them.

Rebecca was in a light crop-top that left her flat belly exposed and
skin-tight jeans. Tommy was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a black v-neck
muscle-t that did a great job of showing off his definition. I think it was
his way of trying to keep her eyes on what he had to offer. It definitely
got my attention.

I waved them into the living room where my friend Andre was waiting. Andre
is the straight buddy I pull in when I need to split a lady away from her
man. He loves to help me run this routine, `cause he gets what he likes and
I get what I like. He's another tall, built black dude—not as broad as
me, but with an easy smile and a smooth way of talking that ladies love. He
was wearing a mesh shirt that showed off his chest and Rebecca was checking
it out up close and personal when she shook his hand.

I'd gone with a breezy linen button-down to encourage her to take Andre's
bait. I went into my good- host routine and poured a round of strong
cocktails. "The party is just up the street. We've got plenty of time for a
little early party of our own before we head that way." I set a pill down
beside each glass.

Tommy looked at me suspiciously. "What's that?"

I won't print the name here, but I told him what it really was. You know
the one—it makes you feel sexy and love getting touched. "It's the thing
around here man. It's not too strong, but it'll make you feel damn good
when you're dancin' and rubbin' all over your lady." I winked at her,
picked mine up, and pretended to swallow it. "But don't feel like you have
to do it if you can't handle it."

Andre picked his up and faked washing it down. A few seconds later, Rebecca
snatched hers up and popped it in her mouth. Tommy slowly followed.

I held up my glass and laughed. "Awesome! I knew you guys were cool! Now,
here's one just for the guys..." I dropped down another pill for the three
of us and waggled my eyebrows at Tommy. "This one is a boner pill. It'll
start to work by the time we make it to the party, and we'll be most
popular dudes there."

Rebecca squealed with laughter and Tommy's eyes were wide as Andre and I
pretended to take ours.  Well, I pretended—I'm not actually sure about
Andre on that one. Tommy blushed and grinned and washed his down. We all
had another toast and I refilled our drinks. We had that one out on the
balcony of my apartment, watching the sun go down and the city lights come
on. When they started acting a little touchy-feely toward each other, I
knew the pills had kicked in and I winked at Andre.

I put my hand on Tommy's thigh and grinned when his eyes widened for a
second and then his face settled into a smile. "Hey Tommy, let's do one
more round of drinks, huh? Come help me carry `em."  That's all we did
inside, but I found a dozen reasons to touch him—squeezing a shoulder,
casually turning a pat on his back into a rub, doing the buddy-pat on his
amazing bubble butt, you name it. He soaked it in, the pill making him love
every sensation. I could even see a little tent starting in his shorts.

When we got back to the balcony, Andre was sitting next to Rebecca,
pointing out things down on the beach, leaning against her, making sure his
arm and leg brushed hers, taking her shoulders to turn her toward one thing
or another, and so on. Her nipples were poking up again and her eyes kept
drifting from whatever he was pointing at to his face.

We set the drinks down and I squeezed Tommy's shoulders, massaging them
gently before he could sit down. I whispered in his ear, "Hey Tommy, let's
give Rebecca a little show. Go along with me—she's gonna love this."
Then I looked at her. "Hey Rebecca, check this out. That boner pill has
started to work on Tommy here."

I reached my arms around him and ran my palms around his chest and across
his nipples, then slid them down across his abs. He sighed with pleasure
and dropped his head back onto my shoulder. "Push your crotch out where she
can see it," I whispered. He did exactly what I suggested and I slid my
hands down and gently cupped his package so she could see his little tent.

Behind him, my own tent was going up fast.

She laughed and clapped, "Oh my god! It's working!"

Andre laughed with her, and stood up, making sure to brush the side of her
tit as he did. "I think it's workin' on all of us. Check this out!" He
grinned like it was just a big, silly joke but he stood right in front of
her and pulled Tommy up beside him. "Hey guys, if we're gonna give her a
show, let's give her a real one. Rebecca, you tell us which one of us it's
working the most on. Hardest one wins! Alright guys, drop your pants on
three. One... two... three!"

Andre whipped his pants down and his uncut eight-inch dick snapped out and
up, bouncing in front of her face. I wasn't in a hurry, but I got mine down
in a few seconds and my thick ten-incher swung out, certainly bigger than
his but definitely not as hard—yet. Tommy was flustered and frantically
started unbuttoning his shorts when he realized it was really happening and
that Andre's cock was already out and waving around. He had a stiff little
five-incher that was sticking straight up over his tight balls.

Rebecca squealed with laughter and fell back in her chair.

Andre reached down and took her hand with a grin. "OK, now you have to
judge. We can already see that Cliff there ain't hard, so it's between me
and Tommy. Who wins this round?" He steered her hand to his cock, wrapped
her fingers around it, and slowly pumped back and forth through her hand,
peeling the hood back from his head with her own hand right in front of her
wide eyes.

"Now put your other hand on Tommy." He was still talking like it was a
silly game, but I could see the spark in his eyes. She put her left hand on
Tommy's dick and pumped it as much as his length allowed— which wasn't
much. She was grinning and giggling like a naughty school-girl. Tommy
groaned in his throat.

Andre let her go on for a good minute, and I stepped behind Tommy to
massage his shoulders and rub across his chest while she jacked him. I
didn't bother to pull my pants back up. Finally Andre spoke again. "So, who
wins the first round, Rebecca?" I noticed how this had suddenly become `the
first round.'

She continued to giggle and look back and forth between them. It was
obvious that she was focusing almost all of her attention on Andre's dick,
but finally she said "Well, if hardest wins, then it's got to be
Tommy. He's as hard as a rock." She dragged her fingernails across his
balls and made him squirm. "I don't think I've ever seen you this hard,
baby." Even through his haze, Tommy looked pleased.

"Oh, I was robbed!" Andre said in mock outrage. He wasn't too robbed... her
hand was still on his dick, stroking slowly, and her other hand had dropped
off of Tommy. "OK, we have to go best two out of three. I'm not gonna let
this guy beat me. Rebecca, you keep doing that and then we check again in a
couple minutes."

"Wait a second," I said. "it's not fair for you to get help if Tommy
doesn't get any. Here, Tommy—take your shirt off." I pulled it up and
off without waiting, and I unbuttoned my own shirt quickly and pulled him
back against my broad chest. "Alright, lean back against me." I reached
around him and started gently pulling and twisting his nipples. He started
almost humming with pleasure, and his head dropped back on my shoulder.

Andre let her jack him for longer than a couple of minutes while I worked
Tommy's nipples and ran my hands all over his body. I knew with the pill
he'd taken that I was lighting fires all over him, and he kept humming and
sighing. Rebecca barely glanced away from Andre's cock, and he was also
working her by stroking her hair and massaging her shoulders. Finally he
clenched and forced his dick to swell in her hand. "OK, Rebecca—who wins
round two?"

Her eyes had widened and she grabbed Tommy's little dick just long enough
for one quick squeeze without ever letting up on Andre's cock. "I think you
have it this time," she giggled.

"Uh, Oh... Two studs in a dead heat. We're gonna need a tie-breaker," I
said. "Here, drink up and let's go inside." Rebecca downed her drink and
practically poured Tommy's down his throat to make him keep up. We were in
the living room about a minute later. Andre led Rebecca to the couch, and I
dropped down into a big chair and pulled Tommy down on my lap.

"OK, since Rebecca is helping Andre and I'm helping Tommy, I guess that
makes it two against two. I got your back, man. Go team Tommy!" I slapped
his abs lightly and gave his nipple a twist, making him groan in his
throat.

Andre looked at Rebecca. "Team Tommy? Looks like we're partners now. Are
you gonna let him get away with that?"

"Hell no!" she shouted. "Team Andre! Go Team Andre!"

"Let's put him in his place," he smirked. "What are we gonna do to win this
once and for all?"

"Fuck you guys!" I shouted. "We can do anything you can do. Team Tommy all
the way!"

Tommy was glazed but grinning like an idiot. "Yeah, man! We got this!" He
grabbed his little dick and shook it at them threateningly.

"Well, we can't trust her to judge anymore, `cause she's the enemy now," I
said. "Let's play chicken.  Whatever one team does, the other team has to
do too. If you chicken out, everybody else goes to the party without you."

"No chickens on Team Tommy!" Tommy shouted. Oh yeah, the alcohol and pills
were hitting him hard.

Andre looked at Rebecca and grinned. "Oh yeah? I'll bet he bails on the
very first thing. Let's make out— they won't do that." He put his arm
around her with a wicked grin and leaned in for a long kiss. We could see
his tongue probing her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept
it going.

Tommy looked a little startled, but I said "Big fuck. Like a kiss is all
that. Let's show `em how it's done, Tommy." I twisted him around and pulled
his head to me and started a gentle kiss while I stroked his flanks and
swept my palms over his pecs. I let him get used to that and then darted my
tongue out to stab at his lips. In seconds, we were locked in a full-blown
frenching session.

I let it go on for quite a while because I wanted him to get
comfortable. He was humming with pleasure by the time I broke away. I
grinned and winked at him and interrupted Andre's session. I noticed that
his hands were all over her tits while they were kissing. "OK, our turn to
call. We're getting naked. You might have to go to the party without
Rebecca, Tommy." I stood him up and yanked his shorts and shoes off and
then ripped off my own clothes. My thick cock was at attention now.

"You think I won't do it? Nobody's going anywhere without me," Rebecca
said. She stood up and peeled off her crop-top and jeans and then slipped
out of her bra and panties. She was smooth as a baby around her pussy.

"Well fuck, you've all already seen my junk," Andre said. He pulled his
mesh shirt off and kicked off his pants. "Our turn. Let's stop this
high-school shit and win this game right now. Here's something they'll
never do." He grinned at Rebecca and whispered something in her ear.

Give the girl credit—she laughed and shot a wicked grin at us and then
promptly knelt down in front of Andre. She cupped her hand around his
nut-sack and leaned in, kissing and sucking at it.

Andre laughed. "Oh, fuck yeah! She's totally got her mouth all over my
balls. Game over, man."

Tommy flinched, but I just snorted. "Please. Tommy's not a chicken, and he
sure as hell isn't gonna let you go off to the party with his girl without
him." I put my hands on his shoulders and gently squeezed while I pressed
him down. "Go ahead, Tommy. Show him you're not a pussy."

I loved looking at him on his knees. My big dick stood out, cutting across
his whole face from his chin to his forehead while he looked up at me. His
expression was just a little queasy, but his little boner wasn't in his
control anymore thanks to the pill and it still stood straight up.

I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled his nose into my sack while
I massaged his scalp with my fingertips. "Yeah, Tommy. Show `em you're not
a pussy. Lick my nuts, man."

Very hesitantly, he did exactly that. First just the tip of his tongue
flicked out across my balls and then disappeared. Then he did it again and
again. Each time, a little more tongue came out and it stayed on my balls a
little longer. After a couple of minutes, he was giving me a full-blown
tongue-bath, and even sucking my heavy balls into his mouth one at a time
while I grunted and moaned encouragement. I winked at Andre and gave him a
thumbs-up over their heads.

I grabbed the base of my dick and bounced it off of Tommy's forehead a
couple of times to get his attention. When he looked up, I grinned at him
and gave him an exaggerated `quiet' sign like we were about to give Andre
and Rebecca a big surprise. I ran my finger around his lips and gently
pulled his mouth open with one hand while I positioned my fat cock-head in
front of him with the other. His eyes were wide and he shook his head just
a little but he didn't fight when I pulled his mouth down onto my dick.

I gave him a minute to adjust while I fucked just the head of my black dick
in and out of his white mouth.  Then I said loudly. "Team Andre is gonna
lose the game if they don't keep up. Tommy here already got my balls clean
and now he's workin' on my dick."

Rebecca whipped around and her mouth dropped open when she saw Tommy
sucking my cock.

"What the hell, man?" Andrea said. "You can't expect us to keep up if you
don't tell us what you're doing. That's cheating." He looked down at
Rebecca. "I guess we can't trust them. I know--" He sat down on the couch
and thumbed at the seat next to him. "Cliff, sit your ass down. Rebecca
will get here and Tommy can get there—" he pointed to the floor in front
of each seat "—and that way we can keep an eye on you two."

A few seconds later, Andre and I were on the couch. Rebecca was between his
legs, sucking his dick like she was trying to suck the chrome off of a
bumper, and Tommy was between my legs learning to be a cocksucker. He had a
lot to learn, and I gave him plenty of time to learn it. After about ten
minutes, he had a little more than half of my dick stretching out his mouth
every time he dove down on me, and I could tell he was getting tired.

I pulled out a bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. "Inhale deep."
Then I switched to his other nostril and did it again before I passed it to
Andre to hold under Rebecca's nose. It had exactly the desired effect, and
when Tommy started sucking enthusiastically, I grabbed the back of his head
and shoved it down on my cock, breaking open his throat. "Oh, fuck yeah,
Tommy! Choke on it man! Fuck, that's good!" I held him down until he was
turning red and struggling to breathe before I let him come up for air.

Andre laughed. He gently pushed Rebecca off of his dick with a smile but
then he looked at me. "You're so full of shit. You can't win by trying to
sound all tough. We'll show you how it's done. You losers try to keep up."
He stood up and pulled Rebecca upright and then scooped her up in his arms
and headed for my bedroom.

I laughed back. "You can't show Team Tommy anything. We got this." I pulled
him to his feet and scooped him up in exactly the same way to follow
Andre. We dropped them on my king-sized bed and I gave Tommy another long
hit of poppers.

Andre crawled on top of Rebecca and I crawled on top of Tommy right beside
them. I heard him talking softly in her ear while he slid his dick back and
forth in long strokes across the outside of her pussy. "You ready to be on
Team Andre for real, baby? You want me to make love to you while your
boyfriend is laying right beside you? Fill you up like he never could?"

She shivered and gasped. "Oh, god yeah. Fuck me, Andre. I need a real man
in me."

He reached down, positioned his dick and slowly pried her open, slipping
into her a little at a time while she moaned and clutched at him. He took
his time, but when he bottomed out in her he looked at me and
smirked. "Your move."

Tommy was watching them, his glazed eyes almost popping out of his head. He
seemed unable to speak.  I gently pulled and twisted on his nipples and
then sank my face into the hollow of his throat, licking and sucking. His
groan was loud in the room and I dug into his neck until his head was
thrashing and I was sure he was gonna have a huge hickey.  Then I kissed
and sucked my way along his jaw up to his ear, making him shiver just like
his girlfriend. "Don't you worry Tommy," I growled. "They're not gonna win
this one. I'll take good care of you."

I gave him one more hit of poppers and grabbed the lube. I smeared just a
thin layer over my thick cock.  When I tear out a straight guy's cherry, I
like to feel it—too much lube, and you feel like you're fucking a swamp
instead of a hot, tight ass.

I lifted his legs slowly. No sudden moves to break through the haze of
alcohol, pills and poppers. I pinned his knees to his shoulders and rested
the fat head of my cock on his tight little ass-ring. Beside me, Andre was
smoothly pumping Tommy's girlfriend while she whimpered and squeezed his
ass.

I let my weight shift onto Tommy and the tip of my cock stretched open that
hot spot at the center of his pucker. The heat of his guts touched just the
slit of my dick and it was like an electric shock for me.  Apparently it
was for him too, because his unfocused eyes popped open and he started
thrashing his head back and forth. He might have been shaking his head no,
but I decided he was probably just that turned on.

I leaned in, and my fat mushroom head broke his ass-ring open. His heat
swallowed the whole head and his ring clamped back down behind it. His eyes
bulged out and his head thrashed harder while he made incoherent groaning
noises. Out of his control from the pill, his little stiffy was still
rock-hard between us and even drooling a little bit onto his abs.

I didn't jam him hard, but I didn't give him time to adjust either. Half
the fun of breaking open a straight virgin ass is watching him struggle
with it. I pushed in, driving in inch after inch after inch. With every
inch, I could feel that part of his chute desperately squeezing to try to
force me out and then collapsing in submission when I plowed on through.

He gave a long, wordless cry and, right beside him, Rebecca answered with a
short sharp wail and a long shudder.

I decided she needed to know exactly what was going on. "Oh, fuck Tommy,
your ass is tight! Bet you didn't plan on gettin' fucked by a black dude
with a ten-inch dick, did you? God damn, that sweet ass feels so good on my
balls! And your little dick is all hard and leakin' for it too—you
wanted this after all, didn't you? I bet you set all this up just so you
could get my dick in your ass."

Andre laughed. "You hear that Rebecca? Your boyfriend likes big black dick
just as much as you do. He even got Cliff to fuck him. My buddy is
balls-deep in Tommy just like I'm balls-deep in you.  God damn, you two are
perfect for each other. Tell Cliff he can have Tommy, baby. Tell him you
want him to use Tommy's ass all night long." While he talked, Andre shifted
to long, steady strokes, punctuating his words with the soft slap of his
balls against her.

Rebecca craned her neck to look, and I slow drew back and plunged into
Tommy again so she could actually see my cock disappearing into his
hole. Her eyes were almost as wide as his as she panted and whined around
her words. "Oh god... you're really... fucking Tommy! That's so hot!
... Don't stop!"

I laughed, but it came out as more of a growl. "Don't worry. I'm in him
now, and I'm not gonna stop till he gets what he wanted." I started
long-dicking him to match Andre's strokes and the bed started bouncing as
we fucked them. The slapping of our balls on our boyfriend/girlfriend
bitches was almost in stereo in the room. Tommy latched onto my biceps and
held on like his life depended on it, and his mouth was hanging open in a
breathless `O'.

We stuck to that rhythm for a good ten minutes. Rebecca started a
continuous moaning babble while Andre power-fucked her, and Tommy was
gibbering and groaning non-stop with the occasional "oh ...  god!" thrown
in.

Finally Andre broke rhythm and started picking up speed. "Oh, fuck baby!
I'm getting' close. You want me to put it in you, don't you? Let Tommy hear
you say it!"

"Fuck... yes!" she gasped. "Don't pull out...!" she cut off with a
strangled cry as he sank into her and locked down. His head rolled back and
he grunted over and over again.

I can usually hold off as long as I want to, but I decided it was a good
time. I picked up speed, drawing all the way out and then slamming
balls-deep into Tommy over and over again. "You hear that, Tommy?  Your
girl just got knocked up by a big black stud and now you're gonna get it
too. I'm gonna make you a woman." I started panting and I broke out in a
sweat. "I'm gonna... fill you up... with cum!"

My balls churned and clenched and I drove down into him and held still
while my dick jumped and spurted rope after rope of cum into him. I know
from experience that they can actually feel it inside of them if we're not
moving when I cum, and I wanted him to have no doubt at all about what was
happening.

When my orgasm faded, I stayed in him, nuzzling and chewing on his neck and
gently twisting his nipples until my balls gradually unclenched and my dick
started to soften. Then I shoved the poppers under his nose again and made
him inhale. Finally I let myself slip out and his clenching ass milked me
all the way.

I grinned at Andre. "Guess the game is still even. Why don't you two pull
out the sofa-bed and keep playing, and I'll see what Tommy can do in
here. We can compare scores later."

"Nah... we'll just head back to her hotel room. You can just send him back
in the morning when you're done with him." He gave Rebecca a quick
kiss. "Is that OK with you?"

She laughed, took Andre's hand, and ran out of the room with him without
even looking at Tommy.

It was a long night after that. I laid into Tommy's ass. I had him on his
hands and knees and I spanked his amazing ass bright red while my mushroom
head raked back and forth in him. I pinned him down on his back and covered
his neck with hickies and chewed on his nipples and slapped his tight
little ball-sack around. I forced him to yell and beg for me to fill him up
with cum again, shouting it so the whole apartment building could hear. I
made it last, and when I was damn good and ready I locked down onto him
again and froze everything except the throbbing and spurting of my cock to
make sure he could feel it going off inside him for a second time.

Then I rolled him onto his side with my dick still plugging his ass and
pulled him against me so there was no room for me to slip out of him. I put
his head on my bicep for his pillow and draped my other arm over him and
went to sleep with his warm, wet guts cradling my cock.

* * *

The sun was up when he woke me up hours later, trying to slowly lift my arm
off so he could slip away. I just folded my pillow-arm up across his neck
and hugged him to me. My dick twitched and started to grow and I knew
instantly that it was still inside him. Yeah, partly I could feel the fresh
wave of heat around my head as it probed a little deeper into him, but the
big clue was his reaction. He froze and then his hand whipped down and
grabbed at my hip with a hiss.

I grinned behind his back and started teasing and pulling at his bruised
nip with the hand that was draped over him. "Mornin' baby. You put out real
good for daddy last night. You took my dick like a champ, just the way you
white boys always do." I let my hand roam down from his chest across his
abs and then on down to caress and squeeze his still-tender ass cheek. "And
fuuuuck, this beautiful ass of yours really soaks up cum. I make big loads,
baby, and they've been swimmin' around inside you all night long." While I
was talking, my dick was still growing inside him, pushing further and
further in. It hit full mast just then, and throbbed inside of him.

He hissed again and clutched at my hip. "Please... I'm sore." My arm wasn't
pressing on his neck, but he sounded choked.

Well, it's not my fault if he couldn't think of a complicated word like
`stop' is it? I pulled my arm out from under his head and pushed him onto
his stomach, rolling myself on top of him and stretching out on him with my
whole weight. "I know, baby. I know. Daddy took your cherry and that always
hurts a little. But you can take it. A pretty white ass like yours is made
for it." I started a slow rocking with my hips, sliding out by just a
couple of inches and easing in again, staying in the deepest part of him.

His head was turned so that I could see the side of his face. He was pale
except for a bright red spot on his cheek and he hissed again through
clenched teeth, but he didn't say anything.

I started longer strokes. Now I was getting enough motion to really enjoy
myself. "I'm gonna knock you up one more time before I send you back to
your girl. You don't need to worry about her—my buddy's been taking care
of her for you. He's had her in your bed all night. Fuck, she probably has
almost as much cum in her as you do." I started long-dicking him for
real. "But don't worry baby, this wad is gonna put you back on top."

I didn't need this fuck to last a long time—I'd already busted him open
and that's what I really cared about. This fuck was just to seal the
deal. I wanted to nut in him without all the booze and pills in his system
so he'd remember everything. I started jack-hammering him, slamming my hips
down onto his beautiful ass, making the bed bounce and the room echo with
the slaps. He clutched at the sheets and buried his head in the mattress to
muffle his sharp cries.

I rode him for ten or fifteen minutes while he whined and gasped. I smacked
his tender ass a few times along the way to freshen up the sting and gave
him orders like "push your ass up in the air for daddy" and "squeeze your
ass to milk my cock" just because I wanted to make him participate. I knew
it would really get in his head later to remember actively taking part in
getting fucked. He did what he was told every time—probably because he
was hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.

As always, I made sure he knew it when he was getting knocked up again. "Oh
yeah... you're gonna take another load, baby! You're a woman just like your
girl now. Oh, god damn... here it is!" I blasted my morning load into him,
letting him feel my cock swelling and jumping as it sprayed. When it
finally settled, I could sense his relief that it was over.

"Damn you're good, baby," I cooed into his ear. "Now keep your ass nice and
tight while I slip out. I want you to squeeze out every drop." I felt him
trying to comply, but I laughed to myself when my cock slid out with a wet
noise. His ass-hole was hanging wide open after a whole night of being
plugged by my thick shaft. My cum was rolling out and running down his
balls.

I dropped down on the bed next to him and ruffled his hair. "Good job,
baby. You're a damn nice piece of ass. Now just clean me up and then you
probably need to head out. I've got stuff to do today."

He looked up at me, pale and shaking. "What? Clean you up?"

"Sure." I pointed down at my slimy black dick. "You gotta finish the
job. Get your mouth on it and suck it clean."

He was exhausted and defeated. He crawled between my legs without saying a
word and took ahold of my dick—which was still semi-plump—and lowered
his face down with an expression of disgust. I was soft enough that he was
actually able to get a fair amount in his mouth.

"That's it, baby. Just nurse on it nice and easy. Daddy gave you all his
loads and now you get to do something nice for him in return, right? You
just take your time and make it feel special." While I was talking, I
picked up my phone from the nightstand and started videoing him. I got
great shots of him slowly sucking me in. "That's good, baby. Now take care
of my balls." I let him suck my nuts for several minutes while I traded
text messages with Andre.

Finally I patted him on the head. "That's good, baby. Thanks. You can go
ahead and get dressed and head out." He practically dragged himself into
the living room and pulled on his clothes, and I was laughing to myself at
just how totally fucked he looked with his hickies and wild hair and the
way he was almost bow-legged when he walked.

I didn't say a word about it when he turned around and I saw a big wet spot
on his khaki shorts right under his asshole. I wondered how many people
would get to see that he had cum running out of his ass.

Just as he stepped out the door, I called after him. I held up my phone.
"Oh, hey Tommy. Andre is stayin' with your girl till you get there to make
sure she's safe. They've had a long night and he's doin' you a favor, so
you oughtta stop and grab some coffee for `em on your way. He likes his
black."

He didn't answer... just kept looking down while he nodded and then turned
and limped away.