BLACK CUM DUMP ON A DOWNTOWN TRAIN PART SIX
written by Bryon Cristof
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional and entirely a creation of the author's imagination. It is not based on, nor does it reflect, actual persons, situations or experiences. This story depicts explicit unprotected gay sex among consenting male adult characters.
I'd just graduated high school but I was far less enthused with the idea of going to college than I'd been when I was younger. My parents weren't exactly thrilled. My dad decided that until I decided to further my education I'd have to contribute to the income and expenses. That meant getting a job.
It was easier than I'd thought. With the pandemic still ongoing, I got called in for an interview at the local pizza joint. They needed more delivery boys and it seemed they were taking all comers. I walked in to the manager's office dressed in a polo shirt, jeans and kicks. The manager was a black guy in his mid 20s named Antwan. He was tall and slender but I could tell he had some muscle under his clothes, and his thick-framed glasses gave him that sexy nerd look. His dad owned that particular franchise outlet, but he ran it on his old man's behalf.
As we were chatting, his phone chimed with a very familiar tone. He checked it, paused then looked up at me. I raised an eyebrow. I knew the Grindr tone well, having been using it for the last few weeks to get my asshole plowed open in addition to cruising NYC for raw sex hookups. I rubbed my hand over my phone in my pocket. I still had Grindr turned on, including my location data!
Antwan asked me if I knew what Grindr was. I wasn't sure where it was going so I answered half truthfully that I'd heard about it. He asked if I knew what it was for, a smirk on his face. He turned his phone to me and I was caught. My face pic was on my profile, and it basically read that I was a total cockwhore willing to take raw dick from anyone, anywhere, anytime, no pulling out. He asked if I'd been telling the truth in my profile or if I was just fucking around wasting time. Without a word, I stood and walked around to his side of the desk. He turned in his swivel chair to face me and I sank to my knees between his legs. I opened his slacks. His dick was swelling beneath his underwear. I fished it out and sealed my lips on the head.
Antwan grunted and I continued, nursing his fat cock to full erection. His was long and thick with a slight downward curve. Once I got his dick wet, I took advantage of that, easily swallowing him to the root. He shuddered, gripping the armrests of his chair while I slobbered on his tasty cock. I moaned, my own dick hard as fuck. I loved sucking dick, as you all know, and I made sure he knew I was a serious slut.
I used plenty of spit, drooling it down his balls and soaking his pubes while he grunted and groaned. His dick twitched between my lips but I kept going, taking his shaft into the depths of my throat over and over, working it over and glazing it with slimy saliva. I grabbed his waistband. He raised his ass and I yanked his pants and underwear down to the ankles. I sucked even harder then, and fondled his heavy balls at the same time.
Antwan gripped the back of my head. His balls twitched in my palm and his cock jerked in my throat. I worked his dick over, dribbling even more spit as I swabbed up and down his delicious cock until he was trembling. He tightened his grip at the back of my head then forced my nose into his crotch. I gurgled as he erupted, pumping his thick nut straight down my throat. I clenched my lips around the base of his dick, milking every drop of nut until he loosened his grip. I retreated to the head and sucked him clean, tasting the last remnants of his load.
Antwan grinned and told me I was hired but that I'd have to perform extra duties: sucking him off every chance I got and occasionally taking his load up the ass. I agreed, of course. Then he told me to stand. He pulled me close, opened my jeans and fished my hard cock out. He admired it for a while, stroking it up and down and making me shudder. Then he took me in his mouth.
His mouth was so hot and wet! He was clearly an accomplished dick-sucker, taking my modest length and girth to the root in no time, nuzzling his face in my balls. I gripped his head but let him suck at his leisure. He took his time working me over. I loved every moment of it. His hot mouth slithered from base to tip and back down again. He swirled and swabbed his wet tongue over my dick and licked on the slit, making me shiver with delight. Then he got to work on my balls, spitting my dick out and taking both my nuts into his mouth. I groaned as he washed them on gentle cycle. He sucked until my knees were weak then he bent me over his desk.
He yanked my pants and undies down around my thighs, spread my booty cheeks and slid his tongue up my ass. I whimpered, my hard dick leaking precum like crazy. I gripped the edges of the desk. Antwan licked my ass from the balls up, then zeroed in on my hole. He alternated between tongue-drilling my hole and sucking on my pouted cunt lips until it was winking uncontrollably, and I was moaning like a total bitch. He shoved two wet fingers in to the knuckle and I howled, arching my back. He shoved his foam stressball between my teeth and smacked my ass hard. He kissed his fat dickhead to my chute. He pushed in and I submitted to the sweet sensation of being penetrated.
He groaned, telling me how amazing my pussy felt on his dick, how easy it was to slide into my hot slut ass. I clenched my hole on his cock and he shoved in to the root. He grinded his pelvis on my ass then began fucking me. He enjoyed how tight my hole was, even though I'd been pimping myself out all around New York. He grabbed the end of my shirt and rammed his cock in like a battering ram. I mumbled my pleasured grunts around the foam ball with every stroke.
Antwan fucked me rough, driving each thrust in with gusto, clapping my cheeks like a drum. I gripped the edges of the desk tighter. My hard dick lurched violently as my orgasm rushed up on me. I howled around the ball, shooting my nut over the floor under Antwan's desk. He growled, fucking me harder as his own orgasm was triggered. He roared, slamming into my guts and off-loading a huge burst of nut inside me. The warmth filled me and his cock pulsed hard, stretching my pussy with its swollen girth.
After a few moments pinned in place, he pulled out of me. My asshole yawned and I felt empty. I stayed bent over as he groped and smacked my booty, and fingered my cum-clogged cunt. He lapped up his spunk drooling from my hole then told me to get dressed. He handed me my new uniform and told me I'd be starting the very next day.
I arrived to my new job the following morning for my debriefing, as Antwan called it. After swallowing his load, he handed me my keys and led me to the garage. A tiny bug of a car waited for me. He led me through the kitchen and I collected my first order and set of addresses. I was off. The thought hit me that I had the freedom of a car driving through the empty quarantined streets of NYC. I was glad I always kept Grindr on. I could use my new wheels to hook up, provided I finished my deliveries faster than the company expected me to. Sex on the job and getting paid, sounded good to me.
The first delivery was at a familiar location. The hairy Latino daddy I'd ridden (back in part two) answered the door. He took the pizza from me then stared at my face. He smiled and yanked me inside. I protested that I had other deliveries to make but he didn't care. He needed to get off. I whimpered with excitement as he shoved me over his sofa and yanked my pants down. He smacked my jockstrap-framed ass then jammed two spit-wet fingers in me. As always, I was pre-lubed and he was quickly balls-deep in my guts, digging me out like a raging beast.
The Latino daddy had me whimpering, fucking me so hard and fast that my asscheeks were stinging sore. My asshole ached with every brutal thrust he landed in my rectum and for the first time I could remember, I was on the brink of begging a top to take it easy. Then he came, grunting and stabbing deep in my guts. I hid my face in the cushions, growling loudly as his warm nut filled my aching hole. His dick flexed in my ass and I clenched it tight. I wanted his load and couldn't even pretend to be pissed off.
He yanked out, stuffed a few dollar bills into the waistband of my jockstrap like I was some cheap whore, and ordered me to get out of his apartment. Fucker! That was second time he'd discarded me like trash after using me but somehow I didn't mind. I was a cumdump, after all. I lived to serve and I loved it when men used me however they wanted. I kneaded my hard dick through my jeans, trying to focus on driving even as the fresh memories of the Latino daddy's hard fucking clouded my sex-crazed mind. Thankfully, the police were nowhere to be seen so I flattened my foot on the gas whenever I thought the coast was clear, arriving at my next delivery on time.
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