This story is fiction and is intended for adult audiences!
Dealer Dick Down
I've always had a thing for black dick. And Latin dick. Basically any ethnic group known for bigger dicks and macho guys turn me on. I'm in college...24 y/o 5'8" 150 blond/blue average bi guy. I loooove fucking chicks and eating pussy and sucking and getting fucked by big dicks myself. I'm a pretty laid back guy and like to smoke weed now again because it makes me really horny. My dealer is a straight black guy from the hood... 19 years old...muscular...dreads...6' 180lbs and a fat 9 inch uncut dick. I didn't know when I first started buying weed from him that he was down for fucking around with a guy. I had known him about 3 months when I ran out of the good shit and didn't know if I had the cash to cover getting more of what I wanted. So I sent him a text message:
"Yo man I'm looking for some green..."
"yeah man wat u need"
"I was lookin for more of that kush"
"u done smoked that shit already lol"
"lol yeah man it was off the hook"
"ok man I'll be by in 20"
He lived a short drive up town so it probably wouldn't take him that long. I scraped together as much cash as I could come up with, but was still about 20 short. I hoped he would let me pay him back next go around, but I also knew that dealers didn't give out a lot of credit, no matter how good the customer. At the very least he could just give me less weed for the cash I had.
He showed up looking fine as ever with his over-sized jeans sagging past his boxers. He had a big bulge in front (always) and a fine ass on the other side.
"Here ya go man...an eighth of purp like usual" he said after I let him in. "It's the usual price, $120. This new shit is no joke!" He produced the plastic back with the herb and offered me a whiff. It smelled awesome.
"Thanks for bringing it by man. I'm a little short on cash and was wondering if we could make some kinda deal?" I was a little buzzed from smoking the last of my stash and didn't realize I was pretty openly checking out his crotch as he sat across from me. He reached down and adjusted himself, breaking my hazy stare, and said "fuck the cash man...you suck dick?"
Even through my stupor, I was taken aback by his bold question. We had never talked about sex, and I didn't think he would be into messing around with guys, or would guess that I was into it.
"Uh, well, I mean I've had experiences. . ." I started.
"Aight cool I'm down for a little head to make up for the cash. We gotta keep this shit on the DL though man" he said, stating the obvious. I knew lots of black (and white) straight dudes who fooled around with guys on the side, and considered myself on the down low, too.
"Oh yeah man, cool, no problem, of course. And thanks" I sputtered.
"Ain't nothing but a thing bruh, come thank this big dick.". He stood up and let his loose jeans fall to the floor, followed by the also loose boxers, revealing a thick uncut black pole that was already starting to chub up. Even with a case of cotton mouth from blazing earlier, I was starting to salivate at the thought sucking that big fucker.
"Come on man let's go my girl will be back at the crib in a minute." He sat back onto the sofa and I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him and starting nuzzling his nuts with my tongue, as that big fucking dick got bigger.
"Yeah lick those nuts white boy" he grunted.
I gave them a thorough massage with my tongue and then made my way to the tip of this ebony sword. He had a clean masculine scent with a hint of musk and cologne that was intoxicating and as I started down on his meat I was in a trance. It hit my gag reflex, but I pressed onward, and in a minute had most of it firmly lodged down my throat.
"Fuck yeah swallow that muthafucka!" he sighed.
I came back up for air and started back down, stroking it with my hand as I came up, and going all the way back down, massaging his heavy nuts the whole time.
It didn't take long, he was primed.
"Oh fuck you better swallow my fucking load faggot!" he groaned. I was shocked at the name calling, but I realized it really turned me on. In this moment I was a cocksucking faggot and needed his big load.
I just mumbled in reply since my mouth was stuffed with his meat. I went up and all the way back down in three more stokes, and then he let go.
"Yeahhhh swallow that shit...oh fuck yeah, yeah...fuck!" He moaned as he starting shooting down my throat. Just before he shot I came up and took and break and went all the way down so it would choke me. It paid off as I held it down my throat and it pulsed and spurted down into my guts while I held my breath.
When he was finished I pulled off and cleaned up the leakage with my tongue, as we laid back and enjoyed the afterglow.
"Damn man I needed that shit" he said.
"No problem man, my pleasure" I didn't have more words I was so worked up.
"Cool man I gotta bounce but hit me up when yo smoke run out...we'll do this shit again" he said as he hopped up, gathered up his shorts and pants, and left.
I was still sitting on my knees in front of the couch with the taste of his cum still in my mouth and his scent on my hands and face.
I jumped on the couch and furiously jacked off remembering the experience, and blew a huge load on the floor in front of the couch and my hand in about 2 minutes.
As I was cleaning up, I packed another bowl of green and planned to smoke my new stash as quick as possible, wondering what the next visit from my hot as fuck dealer would bring. . . .
Should I continue?