Randy Richards is a 39 y/o dominate whtmale looking for a live-in submissive botm slave to worship his strong insatiable 9" cock. Jeffery Rollins is a 19 y/o blkmale from the hood who was curious about his sexuality, but had never been with a man before. This is their story...
BLACK SUB3 -pt1
Randy handed his buddy Pete Dole another beer as the two settled in on the couch of Randy's living room. It'd been several weeks since they'd last saw each other at Alfredo's house party where the guests all took turns butt fucking the host's live-in boyfriend (Chad Maxwell) in a sling suspended from the ceiling like a rag doll. By the time Randy left, he had dumped a huge load in the boy's butt, as well as a fresh load of hot piss. At last glimpse, Chad was still being hosed by the other party guests, while his older 52 year old lover was on his knees licking up whatever piss and cum dripped off the poor boy's body.
"That was some fucking scene, eh?" laughed Pete, taking his drink in hand. "I think Chad is becoming too much boy for ole Al to keep hold of."
"You think so?" asked Randy, trying to sound skeptical. He already knew Chad had desires to leave Al. But what Chad wanted was another "daddy" figure to take Al's place. He wanted Randy, but Randy wasn't too sure he wanted someone as sexually active as Chad. Randy had been seeking a lover who could be as content with slow one on one anal fucks at home, as well as group sessions. Chad was insatiable when it came to getting his ass fucked, and Randy wasn't too sure he wanted someone hanging around he couldn't trust.
"Hell yeah. Chad's becoming more and more addicted to cock, and we know ole Al is only good at oral and fist service. It's only a matter of time before someone snatches that fine piece of boy ass up from under his nose. I always thought Chad was too cute for that old hairy Italian fart anyway."
"Sounds like you're thinking of taking him in for yourself." said Randy suspiciously as he gobbled a mouthful of brew.
"Me? Naw. As tempting as he is, I've got my hands full already. I'm about to start training this new guy I met on the net. He's straight, and like your nigger friend -Jeffery, he's just dying to get fucked for the first time. But check THIS out, he's a rican. Married with kids even. He sent me a hot picture of him and his wife on the Jersey beach for the summer. I can't wait to train him and load him up with my cum."
"Sounds hot. When are you gonna meet?" asked Randy, curiously.
"In a couple of days. He wants me to show him how to get a guy off. Maybe I'll bring him pass here and the two of us could work him over together. Would you like that?"
"Sure, why not?" said Randy, polishing off his beer in one gulp. He scooted over closer to Pete, whom had a hardon tenting his pants since the moment he pulled up in Randy's drive. He'd been anticipating this moment with Randy ever since he suggested it back at Afredo's party.
Randy had always been attracted to men, even as a boy. He spent most of his youth denying his attraction, and trying to play the straight role. He wasted so much time in those beginning years, chasing female pussy to show how masculine he was. He even married a girl, thinking that might magically change him from being gay, but it didn't. All it did was make life more complicated. Marsha was a strong woman, whom never took "no" for an answer. She was ambitious, beautiful, smart, bossy, nagging, a pain in the ass, and able to sense something wrong with Randy and their marriage. They'd been married several years before Randy finally admitted to her that he secretly desired men. Marsha was devastated to find that he was gay, and perhaps a better cock sucker then she was. She wondered how many of his friends he'd been sleeping with during their marriage. She suspected everyone, no one was beyond her suspicions. Finally they called it quits, and hadn't seen each other since. Randy stayed in the house they purchased together, the one he currently resides in while Marsha moved away to get a fresh start. Soon after, Randy settled down with his first of many lovers he'd call his "houseboys" or "slaves".
Randy considers himself a TOP, despite feeling the need to bottom every now and then. There's nothing the buff white male loves more than feeling the hot, wet, anal walls of some hard bodied bottom slave's asshole swallowing the entire slick, hard, length of his rigid tool and planting a heavy dose of liquid seed into that man's garden. But once in a while, Randy feels the undeniable need to feel a good stiff one within his own bottom, to feel an equally masculine TOP ride him as he had others. To feel strong hands gripping his waist, holding him tight, and dropping a thick load into his own anal canal.
One such lucky top was Randy's friend Peter Dole. Pete and Randy had been friends since Randy's divorce. The two had fucked many asses together, sharing some of the best fucks of their lives. Peter is a 35 year old business exect, whom enjoys dressing as a leather biker in his spare time. He's 6-2, dark irish/italian/american complexion, w/a thick black mustache, facial stubble, black (Beatles cut) hair, hairy chest & stomach, with a large tattoo of Marilyn Monroe on his left should and a big fat 10inch insatible cock. Randy loves Pete's big hairy body and 10" man, and had been waiting on pins and needles all day with anticipation of their encounter.
Pete sat his half empty beer bottle down on the coffee table, then proceeded to wrap his arm gingerly around Randy's shoulders. Randy smiled, leaning in for a kiss. Their mouths met for the first time since the party. Both Pete and Randy had always enjoyed kissing each other. Both men were tops and very aggressive when it came to what they wanted, so it wasn't unusual for both of them to take the lead in kissing.
Pete liked Randy's aggressive stance whenever they locked lips. The two men would kiss like wild animals, breathing hard and grunting like mad bores as they bit gently on each other's lips and jammed their tongues down each other's throats. After a while Randy took Pete by the hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom on the second floor where they stripped each other quickly of their clothes and roughly explored each other's bodies.
Peter pinched Randy's exposed nipples as they kissed deeply, groaning and moaning with growing delight as they feasted upon hungry mouths. Peter was a few inches bigger than Randy in height and mass, so he was able to wrap his arms down around him, encasing his body in his nudity as they devoured one another. A droplet of spittle escaped their searching lips as they mauled each other. Randy broke off the sensual tonguing, and lowered his mouth to capture one of Pete's hairy erect nipples. Peter moaned heatedly when Randy attached his mouth, biting somewhat painfully into the tiny piece of flesh. Peter groaned, gritting his teeth as he reached back to fondle Randy's exposed rump, causing him to think back to the last time he'd felt Randy's hole choking his dick. It had been over a year ago, and his own erect cock instantly throbbed in memory.
"Oh fuck, yeeeahhh..." moaned Randy, reaching down to massage the fleshy monster. He stroked his hand back and forth along the fat root, feeling it's stiffness under the rough guide of his fingers. He knew from previous run-ins with Pete that he was in for a good fucking. His asshole hungered for the monster dong, having experienced it a total of 3 times in the past. Peter knew that he was lucky, for it wasn't often that Randy felt the need to be fucked. In all his years in the lifestyle, Randy had only been fucked by a handful of men, he wasn't used to giving his hole up to just anyone.
Peter recalled the men Randy said he allowed to fuck him. They were men Randy liked or admired. Men that were above average in someway which attracted the mostly TOP white man into performing bottom for them. Pete recalled; -a drill sergeant in the army. He had taken a liking to Randy, and took the then scruffy kid under his wing. It took some manipulation on his part, but within 3 months of basic training, he had Randy bent over receiving his first man sized dick up his ass. Randy had mad respect for the sergeant, and never refused the man on those rare occasions when he demanded the 18 year old for sex.
The second man to fuck him came a few more years into his service, while he was married. He had been partying with a buddy he had befriended from his unit, on a 3 day pass in Germany. They both had a lot in common, as they were both married, from small religious families, and sexually curious. The 2 enlisted men decided to do each other a favor by "hooking up" together whenever they felt the urge of another man. The two became inseparable, and sucked and fucked each other until they were reassigned to other parts of the world.
The third guy was after his tour of duty and estranged marriage had ended. It was with a stranger Randy picked up in a bar one night while feeling frisky. He'd had the desire for cock for months before, but never found an outlet in which to act it out on. He finally decided to do something about it when he couldn't stand it no longer. So he got dressed, and hit the bars for a conquest. He found one in the shape of a club bouncer by the name of Stone. Stone was a body builder whom moonlighted on the side as a bouncer. Randy wanted him immediately, and spent most of the night talking to the rugged muscle man. They finally decided to hook up after closing where Stone took Randy back to his apartment and butt fucked him into the next morning. Randy left the bouncer's home with a sore asshole, and an empty ball sack. But Stone was hooked, and spent the next 5 months trying to sway Randy into becoming his lover. But Randy had had his fill of cock for a while. He never wanted a man to top him regularly. He was first and foremost a TOP MAN himself. He only bottomed to those few that HE chose, not the other way around. He made sure specifically to keep his name and image clean around his circuit of friends and fuck buddies, not many men knew of Randy's secret and even fewer could brag that they bagged him.
The forth and final guy to fuck Randy, was Peter himself. They had been friends for a few years before they decided to take one night getting to know each other better WITHOUT a third party. By night's end, Peter was digging his cock well into Randy's fat, round, pale ass, -fucking him a total of 4 times that evening. He was in love with the fellow top's delectable bottom, but understood Randy's limits to getting fucked. So instead of making demands (as the bouncer had), he'd let the muscular top call him whenever he felt the need to bottom again. Thus far he'd been blessed by getting 3 calls. He smiled inwardly to himself as Randy abandoned his nipple play, and fell to his knees to worship Pete's 10inch cock personally.
Randy stared lovingly at the big cock, remembering the last time he'd been alone with it. He felt a tingling in the pit of his stomach, and opened his mouth to swab the head with his tongue. The cock pulsed as he licked softly on the tip, then quickly took it deep into his mouth. Pete groaned as over half his cock disappeared between Randy's lips. The head bumped into the start of his throat briefly, before continuing straight down. Randy stretched his lips around the cock shaft, inching his way down the hard column of flesh. He loved the way it parted his throat muscles, sliding down into the bend of his neck. He opened up to receive it, allowing it to fuck deep into him until he saw Pete's bush getting closer and closer.
Pete ran his fingers across Randy's bald head, gripping him about the noggin as he pushed his cock deep into his throat. Randy felt the cock flex, just as his lips touched the cock ring wrapped snugly about the dick root. Randy wallowed his face in Pete's hairy crotch, allowing his nose and chin to scratch along the curly brush before pulling his mouth back up along the achingly stiff shaft.
"Yeeeaahh..." groaned Pete, watching closely as his cock reappeared into view.
Randy sucked heatedly on the flaring head, loving the way it pulsed and throbbed between his lips. He slide his mouth midway down the spit shinned shaft, slithering his tongue along the belly. He bobbed his head back and forth, caressing the cock length with his tightened lips before plunging it back down into the pit of his throat.
Randy had almost forgotten how good it felt to suck a good tasting dick. It'd been months since he'd had a cock fucking his throat. Months since he's felt that familiar throb, and felt that hot gush of semen wash down into his throat like a rush of minted oil. He feasted on the Grade-A, prime slab of FDA Approved meat before him. He fucked his mouth up and down on that solid erection, spearing his throat with each downward stroke. He could taste the unmistakable flavor of sweet semen when he came back up to the tip. Pete's cock was throbbing regularly, seeping fresh tidbit of the sauce from the wide piss-slit. Randy quickly licked the dew drops away, making him hunger for more.
"Take it easy, Ran-man..." whispered Pete, stroking Randy's broad shoulders. "...you don't want to make me cum before I get up in that ass, do you?"
Peter had always loved Randy's blow jobs. He sucked cock like a porn star, and wasn't afraid to get his face wet in the process. It was wonderful having his big 10" cock ate up by another man, "an equal" whom appreciated the fine art of cock sucking. He never saw Randy as "weak", or "beneath" him simply because he allowed Pete to fuck him. Pete saw Randy as the man he was, because he never traded his sexuality in for stereotype.
"You can still cum more than once, can't you?" asked Randy, pulling back off the glistening wet cock as it bobbed hotly before his face.
"Definitely." smiled Pete, rising to the challenge.
"Then No problem." stated Randy, going back down on the cock fully.
Pete watched his friend as he continued to suck him. He liked knowing that Randy wanted his load. There was nothing sexier than a hot stud that wanted the raw juice pumped inside of him. He stood there, cooling his heels as Randy's hot lips sucked smoothly up and down his shaft, trying to bring him closer to the brink.
Randy was in love with Pete's cock. The thick smooth shaft, the long hard length, the big cum seeping head, were all that he needed to make his belly filled. He throated the cock several times, sinking it all the way down to the full balls before sucking his way back up the shaft. He sucked and slurped the tasty juice from the tip, making the cock pulse and secrete even more pre-cum. Peter moaned, unable to control himself as Randy took over his motor skills. He conceded that Randy was now in the driver's seat, dictating how quickly he would cum by the level of blow job he gave. Peter merely stood there and let Randy do the driving as he labored over his cock for rights to the semen.
"OOOooo, that's good..." groaned Pete, feeling his cock submerge in warm wet depths of Randy's throat once again. Randy was an expert at this art. He buried his face into Pete's balls, his tongue licking profusely at the underbelly while he churned the cock stem around in his throat.
"Geez Ran', you're one of the best cock suckers around, man!" stated Pete, feeling his ball sack tighten close to his body.
Randy bobbed his head up and down faster, taking Pete's cock from tip to base and back again time after time. He was quickly working Pete's cock into an frenzy, purposely trying to get him to spill his dick juice. Randy got more and more excited at the thought of devouring his friend's load. Up and down his head flew, moving of an energy of it's own. The cock slipped in and out of his throat perfectly, punching through his oral ring as if it were elastic.
"Oh shit, Randy...you're going to make me cum, man! I'm getting ready to POP!" warned Petey. This only spurred Randy on further as he continued to deep throat the big cock over and over. Soon he felt it swell and expand in his mouth, the head and shaft flared and pulsed as if it had a heart beat of its own. Peter grabbed Randy's head with both hands, fucking deeply into his friend's face. Randy felt the shift of power as Pete took back control. The 2 men fought briefly over who would be in command before the end came with a gush. Randy recognized the swelling in his throat, and knew he was about to feast on the million plus sperms in Peter's balls.
Pete's chest heaved as his orgasm built. He tilted Randy's head backwards so he could fuck the throat deeper. The semen churned in his bouncing testicles until they finally reached the boiling point. He felt the hot spunk start the long journey up his throbbing cock shaft, before exploding in Randy's mouth.
"AAAHHHHHHHHRRRRR!!!" yelled Peter, releasing wave after wave as he continued to pump into Randy's throat.
Randy felt the spurting cock press down into his chest. The cum poured straight into his belly, releasing up to 10 hefty loads at once. His own dick pulsed as the cock in his throat throbbed. He slowly eased his lips up the pulsating shaft, gulping down whatever tasty treats were left behind. He groaned with lust as he finally got to taste the semen shot down in his throat. Randy savored the hot cum on his taste buds before swallowing them down. He sucked at the fat head, trying to make certain that he vacuumed out all of the fresh sperm before giving up the prize. Pete felt weak at the knees, and had to sit down before he collapsed.
Not to be out done, Peter quickly pulled Randy up to standing position. Randy reluctantly let Pete's cock slip from his sucking mouth as Pete traded places. He got down onto his knees before Randy, and took the 6 foot, 195 lbs, muscular man's 9" curved cock into his mouth and throat in nearly one stroke. Randy moaned as his hardon was quickly devoured by one of the sexiest men he knew.
Pete was no novice to sucking dick himself, he'd been sucking them since the age of 15. It started with his older brother Josh, who was 10 years older than Pete. Pete admired his older sibling, and was always thrilled whenever Josh would return home from his military stints. Josh had joined the army right out of high school, then decided to make it his career. By the time Peter was 15, Josh had already been enlisted 7 years. In that time the husky recruit had seen and done just about everything. So when 15 year old Pete seemed to take a slightly deeper interest in his muscular military build, Josh was all too willing to explore it, AND his younger brother.
It started off as just play. The two would tickle and wrestle like WWF champions. Peter would always get a hardon whenever Josh got to be too physical with him, and in turn Josh's cock would be tenting out his regulation underwear. One day in particular, Josh grabbed hold of Pete's hardon, and pulled it out of his shorts. Peter was stunned, as he had always been taught that "boys do not touch other boys". He stunness turned to utter shock when Josh suddenly went down on his cock without warning. The blow job lasted all of 30 seconds before Pete was sending a clot of cum down into his very first throat. He fully expected his older brother to be pissed at him, but instead, Josh emerged licking his lips with a grin. Pete felt instantly relieved, then asked Josh if he could "return the favor". Josh instructed Pete through his first BJ step by step. Peter was amazed by how pleasant a cock felt and tasted. He licked and sucked and hand jerked his brother's stiff standing penis until it finally burst in his fist, landing cum everywhere. Josh told Pete that "the secret to becoming a great cock sucker is to practice daily". Peter took those words to heart, and spent every available waking moment with his head buried between his brother's legs. Til this day, even though his brother is retired from the service with a family of his own, they still find the time to perform for each other whenever possible, giving each other some of the best head of their lives as they fight to see who can make the other cum first in 69.
Pete put all of the skills that he learned over the years to good use for Randy. He sucked his way up and down the ivory shaft, taking the smooth shaped head into his throat. Randy groaned openly, enjoying the velvety feel of his friend's interior muscles encasing him so majestically. He thrust his hips upward, trying to push more of his cock inside. Pete ground his face into Randy's abdomen, churning the cock around in his throat. Then he slowly sucked his way back up to the top of the shaft, licking his way back down along the side and belly until he reached the tight hairless ball sack. He gently bathed them in his oral juices, taking one and then the other into his mouth. He gently suckled them, rolling the fat testicles around with his tongue before letting them fall free. Then he quickly licked his way back up to the head, and devoured it back down into his throat. He bobbed his head up and down, pushing the cock through his soft throat ring as his neck muscles clamped and caressed the full length of the cock in a thorough a massage.
"Yeah man, that's it...suck my cock, dude." whispered Randy, encouraging Peter to keep it up. Inspired, Peter continued to bob and deep throat. He'd sucked Randy's cock quite a few times over the years, and had always loved the feel of it in his mouth.
He released the cock a few more times, sliding his tongue down the shaft until he was once again paying homage to Randy's wet balls. He loved paying special attention to the egg sacks holding his meal, and took more and more time before releasing them whenever he went down on them. Eventually he made his way back up the shaft, to suck on the long thick pole that continuously opened and pounded his throat like a major league's bat. He swallowed the cock whole, then bobbed his head repeatedly.
Randy felt his cock starting to throb. He knew his moment had arrived and that he was about to feed Pete his precious nectar. He announced how he was getting close, signaling to Pete to keep up the good work. Pete didn't have to be told, he knew Randy was close by the amount of pre-cum he'd been spewing. The sweet flavor had inspired him more then anything else to keep on going. He was hungry for Randy's juice, having last had it a year ago. He sucked up and down the shaft, deep throating it every time until he heard Randy scream a throaty yell of passion, then felt the first burst of semen explode in his mouth.
"AAARRRHHHHH...!!" choked Randy, feeling the intensity of his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks.
The cum filled Peter's mouth instantly. He decided to simply hold the cock head in his mouth and let Randy fill it with his load. 7 to 8 heavy spurts came forth, flooding Pete's mouth essentially. Peter feared he'd run out of space if the flood continued. But once he felt the pulsating manhood slowly trickle down to a twitch, he knew he had managed to save it all. He slowly removed the cock from his lips and quickly turned Randy to face the bed. Then he pushed Randy forward until he was laying face down on the mattress with his legs spread wide. Pete pulled the ass cheeks apart to reveal the hairless crack. Randy's tight naked rosebud came instantly into view. Still holding the cum in his mouth, Pete leaned forward and buried his face between the pale buns. He attacked Randy's defenseless asshole with his tongue, licking and sucking the tight ring with passion as he tried to push as much of the creamy cum inside as he could. Randy held back a moan, rising his ass higher for deeper probing. He looked back over his shoulder, admiring the handsome man whose face was plastered to his ass, sucking feverishly on his asshole. Randy had such a beautiful ass for a top. The pale white round buns were nearly flawless, crashing together like 2 ripe melons to form a deep crack which nestled his tiny perfectly shaped hole. Not many men had seen it, and even less had sampled it, but there it lay in waiting for Peter's mouth and cock. Peter felt his dick re-harden to full stiffness, knowing it would soon feel the hot interior of Randy's inner ass sucking it inside.
"Come on man, fuck me!" ordered Randy, ripe and for the picking as he felt the tickle of Peter's thick mustache and the roughness of his facial stubble scratching the tender flesh between his cheeks. Firm fingers pried open his ass, digging into the tiny hole whenever the tongue was removed.
"Fuck me already, man!" repeated Randy, ready for his friend's cock.
Peter ignored him, sucking harder on the sweet tasting asshole before him as he pushed more cum inside for lubrication with his tongue. He pressed his face firmer into Randy's ass, sealing his lips to the hole. Randy felt the tongue probe deeper, pushing up inside his asshole as he clamped it down on the wet slippery muscle.
"Damn man, why you teasing me like this? You know what I want! Give it to me! Get up here and give me that dick, man!" groaned Randy, trying to pry his ass from the hot mouth. Peter laughed, releasing his hold on Randy's hips. Randy spread his legs as he prepared to be fucked. He looked back as Peter spit onto his erection, then positioned himself between his butt cheeks. Peter eased his erection up to Randy's ass, and smacked the length along the crack.
"So you want this dick, eh?" he asked, teasingly.
"You know I do." said Randy, looking back at his friend with lustful vision. "Shove it in, and fuck the shit out of me!"
"Who's running this show, you or me?" smiled Peter, still holding back penetration.
"YOU are, buddy! But I've been craving this fuck for a long while now, I really need you to put it to me!"
"You've made me wait a whole year to get back up in this ass again man, you're simply gonna have to let me savor the moment a little longer." said Pete. "I want to hear you BEG for it! BEG for my cock, man! Tell me how bad you want to have it in you!"
"I want your cock right NOW, man! I NEED it in me! Fuck me, man! Shove it in and fuck me hard!" begged Randy, unable to hold off. It'd been a year since he'd last been pounded, and his brain was going into overload recalling all the sensations he received the last time.
After a few more moment, Peter took pity on Randy's urgency and began to push his hips forward. His cock head made contact with Randy's exposed anus, then began to press inward. It took the asshole a few minutes to relax and open it's sealed folds. It had been a year since anything had passed INTO it's deep dark depths, and Randy was as ready as he ever was to receive.
Peter fought back a deep groan when the asshole slowly opened up to swallow his cock head. He'd had intentions on taking his time to allow Randy a moment to adjust to him being inside, but felt Randy already pushing back to impale himself. Randy liked it rough. He wanted his asshole to know it had been fucked, and fucked by a man, not a boy. He pushed back into Peter's pelvis until he felt the big stiff cock ram deep inside him. Both men groaned and grunted like animals, feeling their private areas sealed together like a lock and key.
Pete was the first to recover from the tight entry. He felt Randy's hole crushing down on his thick length, and had to fight from cumming off right then and there. After a moment he pulled back with his hips, dragging his cock backward along with Randy's tight ring. Randy was still reeling from the painful entry, his shocked insides still burning from the deep penetration. Peter felt the convulsing rectum tighten and quiver around his rod, and enjoying it immensely. Randy felt his asshole being pulled outward with the cock, his anus clinging desperately to the shaft as Peter started to make his way in and out.
"Yeeeah man, fuck me...!" groaned Randy masculinity, feeling the dick push through his vice like ring muscle with increasing speed and strength. He knew he'd made a good choice in tops by returning back to Pete. Pete was the last man to enter into his body, the last one to fuck him and dump a thick load in his intestines.
Randy had always been more selective finding tops, then bottoms. He's fucked hundreds of bottom men; short, tall, lean, built, stout, young, old, hairy, smooth, tan, pale, feminine, masculine, bikers, business men, married man, straight, gay, or indifferent. It hadn't mattered to him, so long as they had a clean hole and could take a decent pounding. Nothing worse than a self proclaimed bottom whom couldn't take dick and left a shitty mess afterwards. The only time Randy got truly selective, was when finding a soul-mate, or house-boy. Then he had certain requirements he looked for; age, fitness, demeanor, height, weight, loyalty, et cetera. He'd had about as many house-boys as he'd had tops in his life. Finding the right bottom to share his bed with on a regular bases, was just as hard and selective as finding the right top. Even more so as Randy would have to fuck this man daily, while he'd only had to deal with the tops in his life once or twice a year. So he was always careful to pick someone he respected and got along with. Someone whom shared his insatiable need for sex, whom wanted it everyday without exception, yet content with being with just Randy if he so desired. Someone meek, non argumentative, and respectful of his top position. Randy had thought he may have found that in Jeffery, but alas the boy had been a bad choice. Randy marveled how he still found himself thinking of the boy, after only ONE weekend together.
"Damn I missed this ass!" declared Pete honestly, fucking his way in and out of Randy's fat white ass. Each time he had been given the privilege of fucking Randy, he'd wanted more. But he knew trying to push Randy into servicing him more often would only result in him getting less. Randy was a man who knew which side of the fence he wanted to play on, and was not about to let another man dictate when and where he gave up his booty. HE was the one that chose who fucked him and where. HE was the one that said when he got fucked. And HE was the first one to step up to prove his manhood in a fist fight if anyone tried to punk him. None ever did, of course. Every guy Randy had chose to be inside him, had given him the respect he deserved. Probably because they understood that they were part of an elite group of men, and not part of some astronomical number of forgotten names and faces. He and Randy had always shared a special bond as fellow tops, with the deep secret that Randy also occasionally bottomed for him. Peter had always held his head a little higher than the rest around Randy, soaking in the knowledge that out of all the patrons in the biker bar they frequented, it was HE and HE alone that knew the intimate sides of Randy inside and out.
Randy was just starting to really get used to the pounding of his guts, when he suddenly felt Peter pull his 10 inch hardon free from his clenching manhole. But before Randy could question the 35 year old strict top, he was roughly flipped over onto his back. Pete pushed Randy's thick legs up over his head, then rammed his dick back inside. Randy let out a loud grunt as the cock forced it's way right up into him. Their eyes met. Randy's face was twisted with lust as he felt the huge cock bore into him, packing his straining anus with 10 full inches of throbbing meat.
Pete fucked back into Randy's hole, full force. His dick was practically rubbed raw as it squeezed through the tight sucking ring which nearly choked the shit out of his prick. Peter was steadily pumping his hips into Randy, driving his cock deeper with each new thrust as the energy between them began to build more and more.
"Do you like that? Does my cock feel good to you?" asked Pete, know by Randy's reaction that he was surely enjoying the deep probing he was dishing.
"Aww fuck yeah, man! Fuck my ass, man! Give me that dick, Pete! Fuck me good, man! Fuck me and bust that nut deep inside me!" groaned Randy, sinking in deeper into the mattress under their combined weight.
Peter took Randy's words to heart, and fucked into him with meaner, harder strokes. Randy's hole was still one of the tightest Pete had ever been in, but the consistent pounding of his bloated pud was making his ass start to open up. Pete could feel the difference, ever so slightly as it was. This caused him to beat into Randy's ass drum with a faster pace.
Randy was looking up into Peter's face. The handsome top was concentrating on his hips, looking down at the action between their legs as he watched his cock slam in and out of Randy's hole. Randy thought the look on his face was exquisite. He knew Pete really enjoyed fucking him just as much as he liked giving his ass up to his handsome friend. That's what made their union so special, once they were together, they could fuck like dogs, pushing themselves and each other to the limit as they brought each other to arousing orgasms.
"Yeah, man! That's what I'm talking about, fuck that ass!" encouraged Randy, grimacing after each thrust as 10 full inches fucked through his bowels like a battering ram.
Peter pushed Randy's legs doubled over, Randy's knees touching his own shoulders as Pete pressed down on his calves with his full weight. This allowed Pete total and complete control over Randy's hole, free to fuck it as long, deep, and hard as he so desired. Randy was relinquishing control, giving Peter rights over his most intimate of body parts.
"Damn, SHIT man! Pound that mother fucker!" screamed Randy, losing his mind as his very thoughts became centered around his asshole. Somewhere deep inside, he felt himself starting to lose it. His hard cock throbbed just above his belly as he started to stroke it. After a brief but vigorous workout, he felt himself come all over his chest and stomach, shooting scores of semen as if he hadn't just cum a while ago.
"Damn man, fucked the cum right out of you. Didn't I?" gleamed Pete, shoving in one last time as he too erupted in heavy orgasm.
His dick pulsed and throbbed like mad as it spurt and spit hot thick gushing cum into Randy's tight asshole. Randy felt every pelt as the cum splattered against his anal walls like wet paint. The two men looked deeply into each other's eyes as they came together. Pete leaned inward and planted a hot kiss on Randy's lips. They tongued each other down hotly as their orgasms slowly subsided. An instant later Pete fell forward, crushing Randy to the bed as he continued to let his seed soak into the bowels.