Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 14:15:51 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Knowledge, Chapter 3

Knowledge

Chapter 3

	"How about now?" DeWayne asked, pulling off the shorts I'd loaned
him when we'd dashed back to the house before hitting the road again.  We'd
already tossed our t-shirts into the back seat.  His monstrous dick stood
up proud and leaked precum.

	"Damn, Nigga!  Don't you have an off switch?" I marveled.

	"Am I supposed to?" the alien mused, wondering if he'd missed
something in the DNA he'd sampled.

	John laughed.  "I'd certainly prefer that you didn't, Man!  You are
so fuckin' HOT, Bruh!"  I reached over and fondled the big, dripping head,
trying very hard to keep the car in my lane.  Quickly setting the cruise
control, I jacked him slowly.

	"I'm getting close," DeWayne warned.

	"Already?" I panicked.  I pulled to the side of the road in a
sudden stop and put my mouth on his swollen dick.  Two swipes of my tongue
later, he was flooding my sucking mouth with another creamy load.  "Damn!
How do you cum so much each time?" I wondered idly, swallow a third time.
I hefted his heavy nuts.  "Yeah, big nuts sure do make a lot of baby
batter," I sighed.

	I checked the mirrors and pulled back on to the road.  Resetting
the cruise control, I smiled over at him.  "You'd probably better put your
shorts back on," I suggested.

	"Why?" he smiled back at me.  "I like to be free."

	"But, that's gonna be a problem if anyone sees us," I rejoined.

	"No one will see us," he explained.  "The good stuff is below the
window."

	"But, the sunroof is transparent and anyone in a taller car like an
SUV or a truck would clearly see what's happenin'," I pointed out.  "It's
called indecent exposure."

	He glanced up through the sunroof.  "Oh, yeah, I guess they would
see.  Is my dick indecent?"

	I laughed again.  "No, DeWayne.  I think its pure beauty," I added
squeezing it again and forcing another warm drop of cum from his dickhead.
I licked off my fingers and sighed.  This was getting me too hot.  I
adjusted my heavy manhood to get more comfortable.

	"I think you need some, too," DeWayne smiled.  He reached over and
unzipped my shorts before I could slap his hand away.  Controlling the hand
that tried to keep him away, he fished into my open shorts and pulled out
my hard dick.  "It wants to play," he smirked.  I had to keep one hand on
the wheel to steer, and tried to force him to stop with the other.  But,
that soon dissolved into me running my fingers over his shaved head,
encouraging him to suck harder.

	We passed several cars as DeWayne blew me; then, a semi-truck with
double trailer.  The motion of DeWayne bobbing on my dick attracted the
attention of the truck driver.  He smiled and honked his loud air horn
twice.  I glanced up and saw his wide grin.  I'm sure I blushed crimson,
even if my semi-dark skin and the shading of the sunroof camouflaged it!
But, I was so close to emptying my nuts again, I didn't care.

       Within another minute of his expert cocksucking, I blasted another
hot load into his throat.  Just as well that the cruise control was set.
My feet were pressing so hard against the floor of the car (and my hips
thrusting upwards), we'd have maxed out the engine and hit at least 130 mph
when my climax struck.  His expertise in draining trouser snake was
phenomenal.

	"That was fun!" DeWayne exulted.  "When can we fuck?"

	All I could do was laugh and shake my head.  But, he'd finally
pulled his shorts up and helped me re-zip mine, too.  Well, I had always
dreamed of finding a hot man with an insatiable sexual appetite.  DeWayne
certainly fit that description perfectly.

	I decided it was time to change the subject.  "Where do your
parents live?" I asked.

       The alien's face registered a mixture of panic and sadness.  He'd
not even thought about that.  This race of beings had parents who still
cared for their children after the children had matured.  Contact was
important to them.  He knew if he admitted to parents, he might have to
produce them.  It'd be better to say they weren't living anymore.

	But, John assumed that he'd hit on a sensitive matter and answered
his own question.  "I'm sorry, DeWayne.  I had no idea that they'd passed
on.  It must have been recently to cause such turmoil in your eyes.  I'm
sorry," I repeated.

	"No need to be sorry," DeWayne reassured him.  "All beings
eventually die."  That, of course, was a lie.  The alien could name more
than a dozen races he'd encountered who ceased to exist when they chose to
or through accident (more out of boredom than anything else).  And even
those had evolved to a higher plane of existence, not really dying.

	"Any brothers and sisters?" John asked.

	"None," DeWayne cryptically answered.

	"All alone, then?"

	The alien nodded, hoping that would end the discussion.  But just
in case, before his new friend could go farther with this line of
questioning, DeWayne asked, "What about you?"

	"Parents are still kicking, and I have two brothers," I answered.

	"Are you close to them?" DeWayne asked.  This would be an easy way
to find out about relationships after the children matured.  Well,
truthfully, it would reveal how one child related to his parents.  It was
hardly scientifically worthy with only one data point.

	"They live in Florida, so we aren't physically close, but we send
e-mails nearly every day and I talk on the phone with them every week or
so," I answered.  "My two brothers live nearby.  The twins just finished
college."

	Twins?  I wonder how often that occurs, the alien considered.  It
could be the norm, considering how much sperm the males ejaculate with each
climax.  But, the alien didn't wish to appear to be ignorant of this common
statistic, so he filed it away for future exploration.  "Are you close to
them?"

	I glanced over at him.  The twins and I were very close.  We'd been
fuck buddies since I was 16 and they were 14.  They'd being having sex with
each other since they were 8!  I'd been no shrinking violet, either.  I'd
had jack-off parties with my friends since I was about 13.  When the twins
included me in their fun (after I'd discovered them fucking in their
bedroom when they were 14), I quickly got into sucking, fucking, and
rimming.  But, I'd lost my ass cherry to one of my football teammates in
high school.  We'd carried on something scandalous every day right after
school.  Then, I'd go home, have dinner with the family, get some homework
done, go to my room a little before 10, slip out and fuck the twins to
death between 10 p.m. and 11 p.m., and slide into my own bed a second time
by 11 p.m.  So, yeah, we were close.

	"Yeah, we're pretty close," I finally answered with a grin.

	"There's more there that you're not telling me," DeWayne smiled
back at me.  The alien was getting very good at reading John's body
language.  "You've been having sex with them, haven't you!" he concluded.

	"Damn!  You're good!  How'd you figure that out?" I asked.  DeWayne
just smiled.  "Uh, does that bother you that I've been having sex with my
brothers?"

	"Why should it?" DeWayne blurted out before he'd considered his
answer.  Oh, there was that thing about incest that was taboo in this
society.  The alien could understand such a taboo between breeding pairs,
but where's the problem with same sex fucking?  Some societal prohibitions
and prejudices made no sense.  This one certainly qualified as one of
those.

	I smiled.  That was very broad-minded of him, I mused.  Black,
church folk can be very narrow-minded about that sort of thing, including
the whole gay thing.  "I guess it doesn't matter to us, DeWayne.  And now
that you've been exposed to so much gay sex, what do you think about that?"

	"It's FUN!" the alien beamed.  "Can we fuck some more?"

	I couldn't believe this guy; sexually adventurous and eager to do
more.  "Later," I finally said, "when we have more privacy."  I should have
been more specific, I suppose.

	At Multnomah Falls, I parked the car between the two wide ribbons
of the interstate, and walked through the wide, pedestrian tunnel to the
other side of the eastbound lanes.  I'd been here enough times that I knew
where the path was that lead up to the bridge that overlooked the brook
that drained the pool at the bottom of the falls.  The paved pathway wasn't
very crowded with people.  DeWayne asked me about some of the flowering
shrubs and plants.  I paused long enough to tell him what I knew (which
wasn't a lot) when he suddenly pulled me into the brush about 5 feet off
the pathway.

	"Let's fuck now!" DeWayne whispered urgently.

	"Here?"

	"Sure, why not?"

	"We'd get caught," I protested.  "We're not far enough away from
the path, and we make too much noise when we fuck.  Besides, we don't have
any lube!"

	"Yes, we do," he chuckled, producing a small tube of lube from my
bathroom and pulling me deeper into the woods.

	I smiled despite myself.  "DeWayne!  They'll hear us!" I whispered
as he pulled my pants down and my hard dick sprang up.  He lubed up my long
dick and bent over in front of me, guiding my hot meat-missile to his
winking, man-sex hole.  But, I pulled from his grasp and knelt down.  My
tongue speared his raspberry-flavored, lubed manhole.  "Damn!  That's good
eatin'," I whispered and returned to my rimming.

	Impatiently, he squatted until my dick brushed against his ass.  "I
promise to be quiet, if you will," he moaned softly as my dickhead slid
easily into him.  We stood up and I began a slow, deep fuck.

	I could be silent while we fucked.  I knew that.  But I didn't know
if I could be quiet when I climaxed.  I wasn't used to doing that anywhere,
not even at the gym when I fucked someone in the showers.  Oh, I'd tried;
but when I shot off, I was not in control.  DeWayne knew or sensed my
distress.  He handed me his shorts that he'd slipped over his shoes.
"Stuff this in your mouth when you cum," he directed.

	I complied with his direction.  His ass was so hungry, so tight,
and so eager to take dick.  Considering how new he was to getting fucked,
he sure loved it.  Surprisingly, his ass didn't seem to get sore.  I
wondered about that, being that he was a newbie to this gay sex thing.  My
dick slid deeper, finally stretching his hole to the max when my thick root
ground into him.

	"Man!  That's one sweet ass!" I moaned in a whisper, slowly
long-dicking him.  His love tunnel muscles massaged, stroked, and ate my
thick dick.  Although I'd shot off less than 30 minutes ago into his
sucking mouth, I was ready to flood his ass with more baby-making juice.

	"Yeah, John, fuck that ass.  Fill me up again!" DeWayne panted.  "I
love how you bareback!"

	"Gonna make a delivery soon, Babe!" I warned.  "You ready?" I
grimaced, trying to hold back.

	"Yeah, Man, give it to me!"

	I worked his nips with my fingers and powerfucked his ass.  I
couldn't help the slapping noise of my thrusting hips against his fine,
black, muscle ass.  When my climax struck, my hands held his hips into my
forward plunge and held him tightly.  My dick swelled and throbbed, gushing
long, creamy ropes of jizz as deep as ever.

	"Fuckin' HOT load!" DeWayne breathed in a stage whisper.  I glanced
up, but saw no one on the pathway.  We were well protected from prying
eyes, but not totally obscured.  If someone had wanted to watch, they'd
have been very entertained!

	I left my slowly wilting dick in his ass, allowing it to drain and
drip the last vestiges of warm sauce into his hungry butt.  Errant waves of
climax washed over me without warning, causing my hips to thrust again.  He
moaned softly each time I stuffed myself deeper into him.  I finally pulled
out with a wet plop.

	"We don't want you to have to sit on sticky buns," I chortled
quietly.  I knelt behind him again and rimmed him once more.  His
raspberry-flavored ass tasted slightly of ass, but definitely of raspberry
and cum.  I cleaned his hole as deeply as I could before he quickly spun
around and slathered lube on my hole, too.  But, he didn't rim me first.
He slid his big monster up my ass in one slow, delicious push.  I munched
on his hard dick with my ass muscles as best I could.  But, I needn't have
worried about getting him off.  He had a need to seed and I was the obvious
receptacle.

	I heard him grunt, trying to hold in a bellowing climax.  His
dickhead spread my chute deeply as it swelled ominously.  Warmth sprayed
deeply into me as he bucked hard and fast into me, riding one swell of
climax after another.  My ass was already so stretched by our repeated
couplings that there was no pain and certainly no resistance from me.

	He kissed my back and neck, nibbling at my ears as he came down
slowly from his climax rush.  "How do you manage not fucking ALL the time,
John?" he wondered aloud, almost too loudly.  I shushed him.  "Sorry," he
whispered.  "But, how do you keep your dick in your pants and not up some
hot stud's ass all the time?"

	"Well, I'm not as oversexed as you are, DeWayne," I smiled.  "But,
I'm pretty sexual, that's for sure.  And I'm only 25, so that helps, too."

	"Yeah, and my ass loves it," he grinned back at me, sliding two
fingers down his deep ass trench and fingering his recently fucked hole.
Then, he knelt behind me and rimmed me again.  He cleaned my hole as well
as I'd cleaned his.  No sticky buns when we went back to the car.

	I peered around the bushes in front of us.  The coast was clear.  I
handed DeWayne his shorts and put mine on.  "Let's get up to the bridge and
check out the view," I suggested, leading the way back to the pathway.

	He followed along, remarking on the beauty of the place and how
cool it seemed compared to the hot surface of the freeway and parking lot.
When we got to the bridge, we stood in the middle of it, looking up at the
falls, and then turned to look down to the freeway and the parking lot.

	"It's so peaceful here," DeWayne commented.  "You could commune
with the universe from here."

       Which he did.

       To me, he seemed to be lost in thought, completely absorbed in his
own mind, and oblivious to his surroundings.  But, to the alien, his mind
was touching many races, many minds, sharing his surroundings, his peace.
However, he was very careful not to disclose where he was.  He wasn't sure
all of the minds he touched would be benevolent to a race of beings found
on this somewhat backward planet.  The resources here were vast.  A green
and blue paradise like this would be strip-mined by some resource hungry
worlds without regard to consequences to the native life-forms.

       Finally, with a shuddered, the alien disconnected from the universe
and turned to look toward John.

	"You sure went deep that time, Bruh," I said.  "It was like you
weren't even here.  Your meditation levels are incredibly deep."

	The alien smiled.  "It's a form of relaxation and sharing and
connecting other, uh, thoughts.  This is a wonderful world you have here,
John."

	I thought he meant my little part of Oregon, but he, in fact, meant
the entire planet.

	"You ready to head back?" I asked.  "We could go over the Bridge of
the Gods at Cascade Locks and go back on the Washington side?"  DeWayne
nodded.

       We turned back down the pathway and made our way to the small
restaurant and gift shop.  I spotted one of my bank's cash machines and
stepped up to it.  I'd seriously depleted my cash reserves when I'd paid
for breakfast.  I'd meant to stop in town before we left, but I'd been too
mesmerized by my new friend's amazing ass and horsedick.

	Punching in my access code, I pulled out $100 in 20's.  I frowned
at my balance.  Time to be a little more frugal, John, I said to myself.

	"What you unhappy about, John?" DeWayne asked.

	"Oh, my bank balance isn't as high as I'd like it," I replied with
a heavy sigh.  "But, it never is.  I just need to be more parsimonious with
my funds for the rest of the month.  But, there are only a few days left
before payday, so I'm fine.  There's nothing for you to worry about."

	The alien touched John's mind, feeling the moderate distress of
money worries.  He lingered at the money machine when I turned to walk back
to the car.  His mind touched the machine, finding quickly how simply it
worked.  In a flash, he understood the international banking system and how
funds transferred from bank to bank with electronic signatures and tracing
built in to thwart embezzling and other fiduciary skullduggery.  The alien
bypassed all the controls and added five zeroes to John's account.

       One of the principles the alien had figured out was that on this
planet, much of what lived had five leaves, fingers, toes, petals, etc.  As
five was the seemly magic number, he chose that as the appropriate change
to my finances.  Furthermore, he understood the premise of ill-gotten gain.
He skimmed money from numbered accounts in Switzerland, the Grand Caymans,
and the Channel Islands (among others).  As he accessed more and more data,
he quickly determined who acquired the funds from illegal enterprises and
had no way to question the bank's balances in their names.  Raising those
kinds of questions would raise far too many other questions they could
ill-afford to answer.

       Thus, I acquired a new balance of $27,744,000.00, instead of my
former balance of $277.44.  At this point, I was ignorant of my new
fortune.  But, soon, I'd be overwhelmed, curious, reluctant to believe, and
bemused by it.  Monday morning I would get a call from my bank, begging me
to move some of the funds to tax-exempt bonds (which would give me a better
rate of return than the miserable interest I was currently receiving in my
checking account balance).  Of course, I had no idea what they were talking
about.  But, I'm getting ahead of my story.

	Back in the car, we crossed the Columbia River into Washington.  I
had to repeatedly slap DeWayne's hands away from my pants to keep his face
out of my crotch.  He wanted to blow me again.  But, on the Washington
side, it wasn't a freeway, but a twisting, narrow State road that required
concentration and a sure foot on the gas and brakes (when needed).  I
couldn't be distracted by his delightful mouth on my hard dick, and
especially if he were successful in sucking me off.  I know how out of
control I get when I squirt my baby-making sauce.

	I tried to distract him with conversation, but that always devolved
to the topic of sex and how much I'd had since I started at the age of 13.
Of course, it was more of a monologue as he'd had no sex (other than with
himself) until this morning (and I'd lost track of that number!).  His
interest in my twin brothers occupied most of the time.  He had so many
questions about them that I decided to start at the beginning.

	"They told me that they had started playing with each other's dicks
when they were eight years old," I began.  "Keith and Karl are identical
twins, instead of fraternal twins."

       DeWayne thought about that for a moment, then, understood the
difference between the types of twins, but still wasn't sure of the
details. "Alike in every way?  How do you tell them apart?" he wondered
aloud.

	"I can tell them apart easily," I smiled.  "Mom and Dad have always
had trouble for some reason, but I didn't.  Karl has a small mole next to
his upper lip on the right side.  Keith's is below the lip.  To continue
confusing our parents, they always dressed alike, down to the same hair
cut.  However, to be totally honest, from the back, I can't tell them apart
either.  And if you blindfolded me, I couldn't tell you which dick I was
sucking or which dick was fucking me or which ass I was fucking.  They
react the same way to sex.  Both are versatile.  It takes them about the
same amount of time to climax.  And both of them like the kinda hot, kinky
sex we've been having, DeWayne."

	"We've been having kinky sex?"

	"Well, rimming ass, especially a fucked one (it's called felching)
and fucking bareback are considered kinky by some, and boring and ordinary
by some hardcore gays," I allowed.  "I just go with what I enjoy, just like
the twins do."

	"I wonder what I like," DeWayne paused.

	"You like it all, and frequently, Man!" I laughed.  "I'm not into
golden showers, but you might be, for instance.  And I'm definitely not
into pain or scat."

	DeWayne scowled, not sure what the words meant.  But, accessing his
vast knowledge of human speech and word play, he finally figured it out.
"Uh, I don't think I'm into them either.  But, until I've tried them, I
supposed I shouldn't judge too harshly."

	"You'd have to judge with someone else then," I said.  "I couldn't
do any of that with you.  Sorry."

	"No need to be sorry.  I'd rather do what we do and enjoy it with
you."  He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  "You're the best sex
I've ever had."

	I laughed.  "I'm the ONLY sex you've ever had."

	He grinned.  "So, tell me more about sex with the twins," he
pressed.  "How did you discover they were into each other?"

	"I walked in on them fucking!" I revealed.  "I was gonna go whack
off a load by reading a paperback book that one of my friends in school had
given me.  It was a gay novel with lots of sex in it.  I'd only gotten a
few pages into it the night before because I sprayed a big load fast.  So,
I thought I'd get off another one with a few more pages, but I couldn't
find it.  I had some gay skin magazines showing off all the hot detail, but
they'd been moved, too.  I thought I was imagining things, but this had
been going on for the last year or so.  When I knew the magazines had
changed locations, I suspected my brothers (at least one of them).  With
the paperback missing, I knew I could finally catch them at it red handed.

	"I found the book, alright.  It was on the floor next to the bed,
but on the bed were Keith and Karl gettin' busy.  Karl was deep in Keith's
ass, bangin' him hard.  I stood and watched for a moment.  Of course, my
dick got hard as steel.  I also noticed that Karl's asshole was dripping
cum.  I assumed from that that my brother Keith had already fucked his twin
and was now getting payback."

	"So, what did you do?" DeWayne asked.

	"I joined them," I laughed.  "I walked in behind them and said
quietly, `Looks like a lot of fun.'  They weren't sure what to do, but I
told them to finish up, because I needed some ass, too.  So, I got behind
Karl's cum-dripping ass and ate him out.  He slowed down so I could keep my
face in his creamed hole.  But, even a slowed pace didn't prevent a couple
of 14-year olds from climaxing fast.

	"Karl came hard, of course, and I pulled away from his ass to let
him finish with a hard fuck in his brother's butt.  Karl asked me if I
wanted some hot tail and I told him I did.  He pulled out of Keith and got
down on all fours next to him.  Even though Karl's ass was well eaten out,
I wanted to fuck in the freshest cum possible.  So, I plugged into Keith's
just vacated butthole.

	"Understand now, at this age, I had about 9" of hard dick.  The
twins were sporting about 8" of more slender dick.  I didn't know if anyone
else was fucking with them or not, so I didn't push in too hard.  However,
Keith took it easily, only flinching a little when I hit bottom.  Then, he
immediately started begging me to cum in his ass.  He wanted to get past
the fucking and get another hot load, his big brother's big load!  Karl
reached beneath me and started playing with my nuts.  As you know, that
always makes me wanna cum!"

	DeWayne nodded agreement.  "Yeah, I love that!"

	"I was so hot for my brother's ass that I know I shot off in less
than a minute," I sighed.  "I wanted to fuck him longer or share a load
with Karl, too, but I couldn't hold back.  They'd had a lot of practice
sucking off the big dick of their twin brother.  I pulled out fast, because
Keith was sucking my dick too hard with his ass muscles.  You know how
sensitive my dick is after I cum!"

	Again, he nodded.

	"Karl dived between my legs and shoved my cum-dripping dick between
his lips.  He knew how sensitive I was (from the way I jerked my dick out
of his brother's ass), so he let it soak in his mouth, rather than suck it
hard like he wanted to.  Keith's ass started to drool cum the instant I
pulled out of him.  After I was sure that Karl wasn't going to suck me too
hard, I checked out Keith's ass.  You know what a pig I am for cum, so I
started licking it off his tight nuts and then drove my tongue into his
love chute and sucked out as much of our loads as I could.

	"Meanwhile, Karl's ass was in the air from trying to suck my dick.
Keith fingered his brother's hole, tasted some cum, and decided that his
hard dick needed to make another deposit into his twin's ass again.  So,
Keith got behind Karl again and slipped right in.  He fucked his brother
slowly.  The noise of a wet fuck was so hot.  I started to get hard again
in Karl's mouth.

	"I urged Keith to fuck Karl's ass hard, real hard.  Of course, at
14, that meant he'd cum faster.  I sort of know that in the back of my
mind, because I wanted to fuck the other twin as well.  With my reawakening
dick, I knew it wouldn't be too long before I was in Karl's butt as deep as
I'd been in Keith's.

	"Keith came in a howl, pounding his brother's ass as hard as he
could and jetting another load in there.  My parents weren't home from work
yet, so we had the house to ourselves and could make as much noise as we
liked," I explained.  DeWayne nodded his understanding.  "Anyway, I was
hard as a brick by now and needed some ass.  For an instant, I thought
about eating out Karl's freshly creamed hole, but I couldn't wait to get
inside him.  His butthole was still open from the hot fuck he's just
received from his twin, so I plugged in easily and slid all the way to the
bottom.  Karl winced a little like his brother had when I was all the way
in.

	Meanwhile, Keith had moved around in front of Karl and stuck his
creamy dick in his brother's mouth.  I leaned over Karl's back and licked
at Keith's nuts and the side of his dick that Karl wasn't sucking.  I
withdrew slightly and plunged back in.  Karl's ass was like a machine.  He
was every bit as good a bottom as his brother was.  His talented ass knew
how to suck off dick.  I was sure that I'd last a lot longer than the first
time.  But, that didn't happen.  Again, I rode a twin's ass for less than a
minute before I spray-painted his deep ass walls with my baby batter.

	"They offered to fuck my ass, but I wasn't into getting my butt
fucked, yet.  That happened only a few weeks later with my football
teammate.  When I finally pulled out of his ass, Keith went down on my
creamy, fragrant dick and Karl sat on my face, letting me suck and lick out
the three loads that were in his ass.  Eventually, Keith turned around and
sat on Karl's dick for a second time.  I finished cleaning off Keith's
dick, and then went back to reaming out Karl's hole.

	"After Karl had filled his brother's ass again, they both wanted to
eat my ass out.  With their two dicks in my mouth, I gleefully let them," I
concluded.

	"Did their dicks taste as good as mine does after I've fucked you?"
DeWayne blurted out.

	I laughed.  "Dick always tastes good after it's creamed a tight,
hungry hole," I responded, diplomatically.  I didn't explain to him that
each dick tastes different from the next after a good, heavily jizzed fuck
(except for Keith and Karl who always tasted the same).

	"I can't wait to get you back to your place and taste your dick
again," he grinned at me.  We were on the freeway now, only a couple miles
from home.  "And your ass, too," he added.

	"A few more minutes and we'll both get what we need," I promised.

	We dashed into the bedroom, stripping off the few clothes we had on
and got busy.  Starting out with dick sucking, we quickly graduated to butt
rimming.  Within a few more minutes, my dark dick was deeply embedded in
DeWayne's ass and I was pumping him hard like it was my last chance to get
my nut.  He begged me to fuck him harder and deeper.  When I finally
sprayed my jizz, he had his big hands firmly holding my ass so I couldn't
do more than wiggle my butt and stir my spasming dick in his ass tunnel.  I
sprayed and squirted a massive amount of cum into his slick ass.  The smell
of ass and previous loads of cum filled the bedroom.  DeWayne stopped
munching on my sensitive dick with his butthole muscles when my climax
shudders subsided.  He allowed my black snake to drain the last dribbles of
dick sauce into him.

	When my dick finally slipped out, he rolled over on top of me and
sat on my face.  His full lips and tongue gently cleaned off my heavily
seeded dickhead and shaft.  "There's a lot of cum in my ass, now," he
signed when he came up for air after cleaning my dick.  "You've shot many
loads in there with this beautiful dick."  All I could do was moan my
agreement.  My tongue was still mining jizz from his slimy man-pussy.

	But, I could feel his hard dick throbbing and drooling against my
chest whenever he wiggled his ass to give my tongue another stab at the
silky, creamy lining of his love tunnel.  As my dick was cleaned up, he
started eating my ass again.  I knew exactly what he had in mind.  I raised
my legs and pushed his face harder into my butt.

	"Eat it, Baby!  Get it wet, then fuck me!" I begged.

	Not one to delay granting such a heartfelt request, he spun about,
pressed my knees into my chest and aimed his massive dick at my pulsating
opening.  "This, what you need, John?" he smirked as he smiled down at me,
and the big head of his dick slipped inside my wet hole.

	"Yeah, Man!  Give it all to me!  I need another load in there," I
groaned with pleasure.  Granting my urgent request, he slid home, grinding
his pubes into my ass lips.  "Yeah!" I panted, loving every thick, long
inch of his obsidian post.  This man was going to permanently make me a
bottom if he kept hitting my pleasure button like he was.

	My ass tunnel chewed on his horsedick.  From all the fucking we'd
been doing, my ass was starting to get sore.  So, I was doing my best to
get him off and feel his warm cream soothe my reddened ass lips.  "You're
gonna make me cum," he protested.

	I smiled at him.  "That`s the general idea, DeWayne!  Knock me up,
Nigga!"

	He powerfucked my ass in long, deep thrusts.  I held on to his
muscled ass with both hands, urging him to fuck me faster and harder.  Two
fingers slipped up his wet manhole and rubbed against his prostate.  "Fuck,
Man!  I'm gonna cum, again!" he bellowed.

	"Yeah, Baby, cream that hole!" I begged.  "FUCK ME!"  He felt so
good inside my ass, pounding me hard, his big dick swelling even bigger.  I
knew he was on the edge.  I squeezed down hard with my ass muscles, giving
him maximum tightness to fuck.  He howled in waves of pleasure when his
dick began to squirt out its payload.

	I held on to his ass with both hands, still fingering his prostate.
His butt cheeks clamped so tightly as he shot his load that I thought he
might break my fingers.  Getting fucked while nutting is the hardest I've
ever cum.  I was sure he was having the same sexual high.

	With his climax subsiding, he leaned in and kissed me, ardently
telling me by his actions that he thoroughly enjoyed our coupling.  His
hips continued to fuck into me, not as frantically as during his climax,
but a good fuck nonetheless.  The wet noises of cum being fucked in
overrode his heavy breathing.  With my legs still pressed into my chest, my
ass was off the bed, pointed skyward with a black, steel spike deeply
embedded between my ass cheeks.  This wasn't the most comfortable position
I'd ever been in, but it sure felt good, anyway.

	Exhausted, but sated, we tumbled into the shower and cleaned up.
My dick was still hard from the fucking I'd just endured, so his ass got
another load from me.  He cleaned my dick off with his mouth and tongue,
then, sucked some of his loads from my ass before he finally agreed that
we'd fuck more, later.  Not all of our time together had to be spent
fucking, sucking, or rimming, I'd said.  He agreed, but I think he still
wanted to go at it some more.

	After we dried off, I put on fresh clothes and offered anything
from my closet for him to wear.  The day was warm and I was sure his
clothes were sweaty and rank (especially with all the fucking we'd been
doing and how much cum must have leaked from his well-fucked butt into his
shorts).

	I was about to start a conversation with him about his work and
other information about him as I could expose, but the phone rang before I
could phrase the first question.  My brother Karl was on the phone.

	"Whazzup, Bruh?" he asked.

	"Just chillin'," I responded guardedly.

	"You goin' out to terrorize the town tonight?"

	"No, gonna stay home."

	"Need some company?  Keith and I are hungry for some hot sex with
you, Bruh!"

	"Uh, I don't need any company tonight," I delayed.

	"You got lucky last night, didn't ya!" Karl instantly tumbled to my
reluctance "Where'd you meet him?  What'd you do?  He's still there?"

	"Yeah, and everything," I responded.

	"Everything?  You mean EVERYTHING?"

	"All of it."

	"Rimming, bareback, ass and dick cleaning?  That kind of
everything?" he asked in a rush.  There were no secrets between us and we'd
done it all with each other many times.  Now that they had graduated from
college, I thought they'd be less eager to fuck with their older brother
every weekend.  I guess I was wrong!  "You need any help?" he added
hopefully.

	"We're doing very nicely, thank you," I deflected.

	"Where'd you meet this mystery man?"

	"At the gym.  He followed me home."

	"Like a puppy!" he laughed.  "So, you decided to keep him.  You are
such a pig!"

	"Oink!" I laughed with him.

	"You sure you don't need help?"

	"He's just new to all this, Karl," I revealed.  "I think the two of
you would scare him to death."

	"No, they wouldn't," DeWayne interjected, realizing that I was
talking to my brother.  "I need to know more ways to get it on than just
what you know, John," he smirked.

	"I've taught them all they know," I hesitated.

	"Bullshit!" Karl instantly responded.  "We can run circles around
you, Big Bro!"

	"And they don't go about it any differently than you do?" DeWayne
pressed.

	"Okay," I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to win this argument.  "I
give up.  You wanna come over for dinner?"

	"Yeah!" Karl exulted.  "Whatcha have in mind for the menu?"

	"We'll do barbequed something," I replied.  "You bring a couple of
side dishes.  I'll do the rest."

	"And dessert will be your new friend," my brother laughed.  "Keith
is gonna love this!"

	I hoped I was making the right decision.


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