Black Man's White Pussyboy
Part 3
By
Percxyz@aol.com
I had left Jay's apartment after our last evening together listening to him chuckle as I carefully took smaller steps than usual to give my abused hole as little further pain as possible. Jay had fucked me three more times over the course of the next several hours, taking longer and longer each time to shoot his cum. My ass was sore and hurting and I had begged him several times to stop for a minute, to please give me a break, but he just kept pounding into me, telling me that as his bitch I needed to learn to take his cock however he wanted to give it to me.
Now, three days later, I was beginning to feel halfway normal again. My ass had seemed to recover from Jay's at times brutal pounding thrusts. I had tried to keep my thoughts away from the black stud and his thick cock and had concentrated on dating my current girlfriend and fucking her each night. But she left each night and when I awoke the next morning, I found hand sliding to my hard cock and my thoughts sliding to Jay's firm chest, hard cock and ebony skin as I beat my meat. It seemed I couldn't help myself. Something about Jay - I didn't know what - had taken over my thoughts. Maybe it was the way he had taken control, or the many acts of physical and mental domination he had shown. Maybe it was the contrast between my fair skin and his ebony complection. My mind was too confused to figure work out any answer.
I had made two trips to the building in which Jay rented for maintenance the day before, but fortunately, or unfortunately, I didn't see Jay. I am not sure what I would have done if I had encountered him alone in the stairwell or hall. Even more importantly, I am not sure what Jay would have done. And I knew deep inside that whatever he would have wanted to do, I would have agreed. The next day, Todd, another tenant in that building called asking me to please stop by to look at a leaking faucet. Since he also offered to pay the back rent he owed, I agreed. In his apartment, I found myself staring at the young man more than I should. Todd had a dark complection, not swarthy or latino, but just well tanned with very dark brown hair and brown eyes. He hadn't shaved for a day or so and I found his stubble to be strangely exciting. Todd is 25 and stands about five ten or five eleven, just a bit shorter than me, and clearly worked out.
I forced my thoughts away from him and concentrated on fixing the leak. There was also a problem with the drain and as I lay under the sink working on it, Todd sat on a chair at the kitchen table chatting with me, just trying to be polite. Unfortunately this gave me a good view of his muscular legs and glances up the inside of his shorts to his boxers. As my cock grew harder and harder, I announced that I needed some different tools and asked if I could come back to finish another time. Todd told me that he had some errands to run, so I grabbed the rent check and got out the door as quickly as I could. I had to make a conscious effort to keep myself subtly turned to hide my hard cock from the view of the athletic guy.
In the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall for a second. I turned to leave, my cock still visibly hard, and stopped dead in my tracks. Jay stood at the end of the hallway. The look on his face was one of amusement and superiority. I tried to hide my hard cock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight and toned only made it more visible. Jay's door was halfway down on the other side of the hall. He stepped up to it, slid his key into the hole and opened the door. Jay glanced again at me as he moved through the doorway. "Get in here."
As if I had no will of my own, I walked down the hall and stepped into Jay's apartment. He was only standing about five feet in the apartment, hands on his hips which jutted forward, showing me that he was hard too. I felt my knees go weak and a shiver run up my spine at the sight of the muscular black stud. He wore low slung jeans and a tight fitting white t-shirt which emphasized the development of his chest and arms.
"You know where you belong, whiteboy." It was a command as much as a statement. I looked up at Jay's face as I stepped forward and sank to my knees. "Good boy. Now you know what to do."
I turned a bit to swing the door closed but Jay grabbed my hair painfully. "Did I tell you to close the door, bitch? Did I?" he demanded.
"No, sir." I managed to reply.
"Then do what you were born to do, cocksucker." He popped open the buttons of his 501's as he said this. I was unable to tear my eyes away as I saw he was wearing no underwear. His thick black cock sprang out toward my face seconds later. Acutely aware of the door standing wide open behind me, I still leaned forward to take him in my mouth. He stopped me with the palm of his left hand against my forehead. He grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand and began to beat my face with it. I felt the head and the shaft slapping against my cheeks, my lips, my chin. I was worried that even this sound may carry down the hall, but there was nothing I could do. For some reason, I couldn't make myself stand up and walk away from this black buck dick slapping my face. I wanted to be on my knees there taking it. My cheeks were as much red from my embarrassment as from the slapping of his cock.
Finally, even though I had my lips open, trying to catch his cockhead between them, Jay ordered me to open wide and sank his cock into my head in one smooth slow thrust. With his hand now gripping the hair above my forehead, I could do nothing but let him make the slow insertion, feeling my throat stretch as he shoved his entire length into me. He let out a mixed moan and sigh of pleasure as my lips, tongue and throat muscles all worked to milk his long black shaft. I slid my hands up to his hips, enjoying the feel of his leg muscles and the bones of his pelvis just below where his abdomen tapered upwards, solid with muscle. It was so different from that of any girl I had fucked. Since he didn't tell me to stop, I ran my hands further up, felling his chest widen as I slid them under his shirt. I moved my hands to the front of his chest and my fingers ran across his pecs. I lightly played with his nipples, squeezing them gently and feeling them harden.
Jay was moaning more loudly now as he used his left hand to move my head in time with the slow thrusting of his hips, pulling my face down each time he thrust forward. I had learned early on how to cover my teeth, so he had a warm wet receptacle for his cock - my mouth. Jay was breathing deeply, and I was able to tilt my head some and raise my eyes upward. Once again, Jay towered over me, looking dominantly down at me, his kneeling cocksucker, worshiping his cock.
"Go ahead and play with your boy cock, faggot. You know you want to and I like watching you jack yourself while you suck me." I really thought he was being nice, allowing me to stroke my cock while going down on him and quickly opened my own jeans and pushed them down. Jay watched me for a moment and just after I grabbed my cock, he surprised me by pulling his dick from my mouth. Jay's hands grabbed my shoulders and with brute force he spun me around on the floor on my knees so that I faced the open doorway. I felt him drop onto the floor behind me, his knees coming down between my calves, forcing my legs wider apart, nestling in close to my now exposed ass. Jay used a hand on the back of my neck to force me forward, making me catch myself so that I ended on hands and knees. I looked up at the wall across the hall out the open door as the head of Jay's cock found my hole. He held still for a second, then brutally plowed forward, forcing every inch of his thick cock into me in one swift motion.
"Ahhhhh! Fuckkkk!!" I cried out.
Jay lowered his chest onto my back and wrapped his arms underneath me around my chest. His mouth was next to my ear. "You better not make too much noise, whiteboy, or else Todd may come down here to see what's happening. Do you want him to find you on your hands and knees on the floor with my big black dick fucking your butt?" Jay thrust in again and again, brutally hard, obviously trying to get me to make more noise. I clamped my lips shut which were still tingling from the friction of his cock sliding against them as I had sucked him, and waited for my ass began to adjust again to his invasion of my body. "Then again," he continued, "with that boner you were sporting coming out of his apartment, maybe that's exactly what you want. Huh, whiteboy? You got a hankering for some white dick plowing your butt? Or maybe down your throat? Todd's a real man. Not a piece of shit, white pussyboy like you. I bet he'd be plenty happy pumping a few loads into you. What do you think. Maybe we should get him down here and you two could negotiate a new rent amount." As he said this, Jay's thick cock continued its assault, plowing my ass open, then withdrawing, only to ram back in deeply again.
The thrusts were forcing grunts out from deep in my chest and I was powerless to stop them. Then to my horror, I heard the door down the hall, the door to Todd's apartment, swing open. My mind registered the squeaky hinge and that I needed to oil it, of all things. Then I remembered. Todd had said he needed to go out to run some errands. "Oh my god," I thought miserably. "This hot looking guy, who could be a friend of mine, and who I hoped would be a friend, was going to find me on the floor of Jay's apartment, mounted like a bitch by the muscular black young man. I lowered my face to look at the floor, but Jay grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me back up. I heard Todd's door shut and the jingling of his keys as he locked up his apartment. The jingling stopped and I resigned myself to my fate. Just as I thought Todd must appear in the hallway, Jay reached out and swung the door shut, sealing us into his apartment.
I was letting out a sigh of relief when Jay redoubled his assault on my boypussy. I heard Todd's footsteps on the hardwood floor pass along in front of Jay's door, and managed to keep my mouth clamped closed, but worried that just the squelching sound of Jay's pounding cock and his panting breath would carry through the door to Todd's ears in the hallway. But the footsteps faded and I relaxed a little mentally. Jay's rough pounding forced me to keep my elbows locked to support Jay's weight on my back and keep my balance under the onslaught of Jay's brutal thrusts. The friction of Jay's speed and force was also having an effect on him, as well. With a loud moan into my ear, I felt Jay tighten his arms around my chest as he began to cum. He sank his cock deeply into me and held it there. I could feel its pulsing as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into me.
Jay let out a satisfied sigh and relaxed his grip, settling onto my back. I kept both of us supported, wanting the black stud, whose cock was still deep inside me to stay buried deeply in me for as long as he wanted. Jay's breathing finally slowed to normal and he raised himself upwards. I could feel the back of my shirt soaked by both his sweat and my own as the cool air hit it. Jay's cock slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty and strangely incomplete. I wondered for a brief second if I could call out to Todd. Call him in and have him fuck me. The reality of what I was thinking suddenly hit me and the shock of it brought me out of my sexually induced trance.
My cock was still hard as I had been unable to stroke it and support myself and Jay during his fucking. It throbbed almost painfully, as hard as it had ever been in my life. I raised up onto my knees when Jay told me to and turned to face him. He told me to open my mouth and as I sucked him clean, he allowed me to beat my cock. I came within a minute, his softening black cock now clean in my mouth.
Jay watched me cum, my sperm shooting onto the floor. He let me suck him for a few seconds longer, then pushed me away. I watched him as he turned and sauntered to the couch. His ass cheeks were round, firm and tight, the skin not as dark as his cock, and I found myself longing not to shove my cock between them, but to use my tongue again. Jay reached the couch and sprawled on it on his back. His cock flopped over his thigh, pointing at me. Jay glanced over at me and told me to clean up the floor. I knew what he wanted from the look on his face and in his eyes. I leaned over and licked my cum from the floor. Jay was smiling when I looked back up at him, his teeth gleaming.
"You're learning pretty quickly, bitch. But I suppose you want more. Right?" He looked at me.
"Yes sir. I want more, if you do."
"You want it from me, or from Todd?"
"You, Jay. I want your cock."
"Does that mean that you don't want Todd's?" When I hesitated, he laughed. "That's what I thought. Already you're wanting more and more dick. Well let me tell you boy. If I ever find out that you've been some other guy's bitch without my permission, you will never get this," he grabbed his cock, "ever again. You understand that?"
"Yes, Jay."
"Good. Then get over here and you can suck another load outta my balls."
Obediently, I crawled to the couch and buried my face in his crotch, taking his cockhead in my mouth. Jay just relaxed on the couch, enjoying letting me do all the work. His cock quickly grew in my mouth forcing me to climb up onto the couch to get the right angle to get his cock all the way in my mouth. Jay spread his legs, giving me room on the couch to work his cock deeply in and out of my throat. Suddenly the phone rang and I began to pull off his cock. A hand on the back of my head held my mouth on his shaft. The phone was on the table beside the couch above Jay's head and with his other hand, Jay reached behind him and grabbed it.
"Hello? Hey bro. What's up? Really? Yeah, kind of a slow day then. Me? Just having a bit of fun here. Nah, not that. Closer, but not quite. Closer still. That's it. Yeah, it's good head. Some of the best I've gotten." I couldn't believe that Jay was talking about getting his cock sucked with some guy on the phone. "No, not her. Not her either. You aren't gonna guess, 'cause you don't know the guy. Yeah, that's right, it's a guy. I know. Found me a little whiteboy who likes dick. Especially black dick. No, I'm not kidding you." Jay used the grip on my hair to move my head up and down his cock. "Yeah, listen." He held the phone down by my mouth and I knew whomever was on the other end could clearly hear the slurping and sucking sounds of my mouth on Jay's big black cock. He pulled the phone back to his ear.
"See, what did I tell you. Getting head. No, it's a guy. Like I said, a fucking whiteboy. Guy is a complete cock slut. I just blew a load up his ass too. Yeah. Buttfucked the pussyboy like he was a fifty cent whore. Yeah, I'm serious. Here. Hold on." Jay looked at me as he pulled my mouth off his cock. "Say 'Hello Bobby'," Jay ordered.
"Hello, Bobby," I said. I could hear a male voice saying "Holy shit" as Jay pulled the receiver away.
"What did I tell you? Yeah, busted this whiteboy's cherry not too long ago, both of them, mouth and ass. He's been a slut for my dick ever since. I fucked him until he could barely walk a few days ago." Jay laughed, either at his statement or at something the guy on the phone said, I wasn't sure which. "Yeah, I know. We always talked about fucking over some white dude. Now I am doing it - literally. Yeah, I know. You want to? Well, I am sure that something can be arranged. Yeah. Yeah. Hey dude. I am getting close to blowing a load down this fag's throat. I'll call you later."
Jay almost dropped the phone onto the cradle and used both hands to push my head down into his crotch. My nose was buried in his wiry black pubes as he pumped his sperm into my mouth.
Author's (author, yeah right) note. First of all, thanks for all who wrote. Second of all, sorry for the delay between chapters. Finally, if you want to read more, please let me know. I will devote time to a story if I know there are guys who want to read it, otherwise, there are other stories to write.