Derek's Black Adventure

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Derek's Black Adventure Part 5

The warm bath water felt wonderful on my badly used body. I stayed resting in the soapy water holding my cock and rubbing my balls. My dick sprang to attention and I felt horny as a rug rat, wanting to get off. All afternoon, I had been sucking cock and swallowing cum. I spent so much time doing blacks and Latino's that I have ignored myself.

Go figure - My nuts were aching to blow a load of nut cream. I am hung. Yup, I have a big cock. I may have a fuckable butt but I also have a delivery between my legs for sure. It's a nice looking dick that attracts cock suckers wanting to play. It is long, cut and fits around your hand like a baby zucchini.

Anyway, right now I am horny. When I get horny and want to dump a load, I go to a gay club to get a blow job. The more I thought about it. The hotter I was becoming. I dressed and decided to go out clubbing to find that blow job.

Club Danny Dees, was a gay bar within walking distance from my apartment, I had been there a few times before and I liked the place. The only negative part of Danny Dees was the shortage of black men. You see, the bar had a country western theme and black dudes, are not lovers of country music. They can fuck butt like a bronco, but they don't dig sad music like - "mama got her tits caught in the ringer"

The bar was not crowded because it was early for the faggot crowd. It takes them three hours just to get ready. Danny, the owner, was working behind the bar wearing a cowboy hat. He looked hot in that hat and I told him so.

"So you like my hat, huh Derek?

"Oh yeah, it's sexy." I replied

"Of course, I am wearing it just for you."

"You are so full of horseshit." I told Danny

Danny just laughed and set a vodka tonic in front of me.

A few feet away was sitting an older man. I'm not good at guessing ones age, but he must have been in his sixties or maybe older. He was alone and looking at me. I turned facing him. So he could see the bulge in my khaki pants. That's all it took.

"I'm George"

"My name is Derek." Are you waiting for somebody George? I asked him.

"No, are you?"

"Yes, in a way. I am waiting to get my cock sucked."

George almost choked on his drink and said – "You serious?"

"Yup, serious as all hell."

"What's the catch? "I mean how much do you want?" George asked me.

"Oh, put your money away. There's no catch. I just want to get off and get the hell out of here and go home. I have no time for bar games."

"Can I do you?" Asked George, looking between my legs.

"I've got a big dick – can you handle it?

"I've got a big mouth and a lot of practice. I can swallow your cock right to your balls. Where can we go? - Do you live around here," George asked.

"No - I am going to take a piss"

"Can I watch?"

"Nobody's stopping you."

I passed one guy coming out of the men's room. Otherwise, it was empty except for me pissing at the urinal. Suddenly a hand clutched my dick and held it as I pissed into the dirty white porcelain.

It was George. He got on his knees, spun me around, and took my entire cock into his warm mouth. I was still pissing a little, but it didn't bother George. He took that too.

The old bastard wasn't lying. He could suck cock like a plunger. In a matter of seconds, he was masturbating me with his mouth. I couldn't hold back. I shot a huge, and I mean huge, load of hot jizz down his throat. George slurped and gulped taking every bit of it. Everything happened so fast. I was looking for a quick blowjob and I found it all right.

I was a good cock sucker – but George had me beat by a mile. No choking, no gaging, just deep throating and lip masturbation with firm pressure. It was great, absolutely great. I was so drained afterwards that I could barely stand. George's knees were wet from the water on the floor. I hoped it was just water.

Thanks kid, he said to me.

"Holy shit George, that was fucking unbelievable – thank you." I replied

After that suck session, George left the bar right away and said nothing more to me.

I went back home, feeling so drained that I wanted to take a nap. No bullshit, he was awesome. Not bad, for a full day of black cock inside me and an old white dude shagging my nuts from a wet pissed stained floor. Nope, not bad at all.

About a week or so passed and I didn't hear a word from Tyrone. I really didn't expect to hear anyway. But there was a slim chance and one never knows.

I was beginning to forget about him anyway. I wasn't getting much cock, but that's okay. I was busy doing project at home and also at work.

I had just showered and was putting on a tee shirt, when the phone rang.

"Hello" – no one replied, only silence

"Bruce, don't fuck around – you're not funny dip shit." I have a mate Bruce, from work, and he likes to joke around, especially on the phone. So I thought it was him playing games with me.

"Derek, this is Josiah."

"Who? – did you say, Josiah?"

"You got it man, I did you know. Want some company?

"Company!!!" - No - I'm getting dressed right now."

"Are you going out?"

"Yup, to a fag bar to drink and fuck... I lied, I wasn't going anyplace.

"Stay home dude and let me come over to see you. We've got booze and poppers."

"Who's `We'?

"Just some friends of mine. There are four of them. They are looking to empty their nuts and they want to fuck. I told them I knew a white dude who might help. They are all black. Are you interested? You will like doing them."

"Are you trying to hustle me for something? I ain't got no money `till payday – so don't ask."

"No –no. nothing like that. They just want some boy pussy and I told them about you; and what a `bad' fuck you were with that tight bubble butt"

My cock got hard as a rock. How in hell could I turn down four hot black men, plus Josiah? I'm such a pig when it comes to chocolate bodies, that I had to go for it.

"Hummm, okay Josiah – bring them over. Sure these dudes are okay - right?"

"Jesus – don't be so paranoid. They are okay, trust me." Replied Josiah

"Okay, I trust you. – But, your bros are going to steal something."

"You don't know that!!!"

"You're right, I don't know that. Sorry" - I replied

Josiah paused, talking to someone next to him, and then returned to the phone.

Derek, he said. "There are three Puerto Rican brothers here who would like to come over with us also. I know them from the projects and they are cool. What do you say? - Is this too much cock to handle? I know you can do it."

"Jesus, I don't know about that. Sure, I can handle the cock, but I don't want my place ripped off."

"Don't worry; nobody wants your fuckin trinkets and your 10 cent ashtrays. –

C'mon Derek say yes. I am the man. Make me look good. Damn, but you're a hot ho. They gonna love your shit."

"Yeah, yeah - you better be straight with me Josiah.

"I am motherfucker."

Okay, bring them over. It's okay."

"You're a crazy cracker – be there about an hour." Josiah said and clicked off.

I sat on the bed pondering what just happened. Well, it was going to happen, so I just had to go with it.

There will be five black men and three Puerto Ricans that will no doubt fuck me and shoot their stuff in my mouth. Holy shit, that's eight black cocks.

It's a gay man's fantasy that many of us think about but few of us ever experience. It's about hardcore trashy studs who plow away dumping their loads, until cum is leaking out of every hole in my body! Jesus, this is a whores Christmas. I told myself.

I was so excited that I knocked over a plant stand heading to the bathroom to get ready. I was already soap smelling fine from my shower, but I douched my butt until I was cleaned out and scrubbed again my ass crack. I wanted to be empty, wide open and a perfect fuck.

This was my dream to be used and abused in an orgy of black and Latino men. It was something I thought about often.

The sensible side of me however knew, It would be unwise to bring home a pick-up crew from a bar expecting sex. It was a good way to end the day in the trunk of a car, beaten-bruised and fucked up. Because I trusted Josiah, I thought it would be okay; so I went with it. My heart was racing and my dick was outrageously stiff.

My cock was calcium hard and leaking pre cum. I thought to empty my nuts and eat my own cum, just to make me feel better. Yuck, was I nervous.

I dressed in tight faded jeans that made my butt stick out and look like I needed to be raped. My cock bulged, stuffed in behind a broken zipper. I figured no one would be interested in my dick, but it made me a player in male competition. I was also barefoot, no underwear and just a tee shirt.

I sat by the TV, which was turned off, waiting for the doorbell to ring. I felt like a nervous kid in a high school play, waiting for the curtain to open. But this was not High School.

There was talking in the hallway outside my apartment door. I didn't wait for a bell or even a knock. I just opened it.

Hey, hey, hey, bro – We is here brother, said Josiah as he walked passed me carrying some beer, followed by what look like a street gang of Harlem Globe Trotters.

Josiah was talking strange and pouring on a Negro accent. For what reason, I wasn't sure.

"Okay everybody – listen up. "Dis here my brothers is Derek. Don't let his straight looks fool your ass. This cracker slut is grade A whore". Said Josiah.

The four black guys were not bad, except for one who was short and scrawny.

The three Puerto Ricans were not gorgeous, just average. They had tattooed arms and good bodies. Good bodies usually meant beefy San Juan cocks. That alone made them appealing. I figured from this bunch, I was going to get a lot of cock – and most of it uncut. That thought turned me on immensely.

The blacks were Jamal, Freddie, Travis, and Roger. The three Latino's were Miguel, Jeremy and Hector. I wanted to fuck them all except Hector. He was gay and not man enough for me. He had come along just to get some black cock for himself. Well, I can hate him for that.

Travis was the best looking stud in the group. In fact he was really handsome – The others...well, not so much after looking at Travis...

Travis said to me. `Okay white boy – what we call you? Maybe cunt, ho, slut, mama boy, pussy man, faggot – WHAT"

"Anything you like, as long as I can call you dick heads, whatever I feel like saying. like nigger and spick fuckers..."

"Everyone became suddenly quiet and I feared I had gone too far."

Then, Jamal began to laugh and some even clapped their hands and shaking their heads left to right.

"This cracker slut sure got a mouth on him. Nervy too for a faggot, Freddie said.

"Yeah, he cool – he cool, vulgar and dirty.

"I told you this white ho was cool." Announced Josiah.

Josiah had dropped the street talk and was back to being himself. Damn, but he looked good to me. He was by far the most desirable and probably the best body in the room, except maybe for Travis.

"Okay, man whore, let's see what you got." Said Miguel. "Can you fuck as good as my woman?" He asked.

"I think so, we will see. Nobody has ever asked for their money back." I replied

"Shit – dats what we wanna hear," piped in Freddie.

The cum from these eight raunchy jocks would satisfy my appetite. I was sure about that. I was the lucky queer getting my mouth and butt cheeks stretched open for cock. I'm beyond `naughty.' I am a butt licking slut and I like sex raw, what can I say!

Jeremy and Hector, the two Puerto Ricans began to undress me."

I was naked in the matter of seconds and dark hands were all over me.

"Mother fucker, look at the wang on this faggot. This white boy is hung."

"Hector, seized my cock and went down on me faster than a pig in shit." I knew the little fucker was a fag, and I didn't mind. He was not a great cock sucker however, and I really didn't care for him. So I pushed him away and said – "later."

The blacks were stretching my ass cheeks apart, spitting in my crack, and putting fingers inside my hole.

Hector turned towards Josiah, who was naked. I could see the faggot attack look on Hector's face. I thought to myself..."Here he goes again" Hector began tongue fucking Josiah's chocolate hole. Josiah backed up and pushed his ass on to Hector's tongue. I wanted to do that while Josiah smelled ass hot. And here was Hector eating my man's butt. The Lucky bastard.

"Hold it you niggas, yelled out Josiah and pushed Hector away from him. This white slut gets something first before he gets any cock."

"Oh fuck, I thought. Not this spanking shit."

This time Josiah pulled off his belt while the others held me pinned to the floor. He slapped his belt across my bare ass. It stung but wasn't stinging hurtful. It was more for show, to redden my butt cheeks. At least, that's the way I thought about it. There wasn't much I could do except to cry out when it really did hurt – and I wasn't about to do that.

The slapping continued while the Puerto Ricans held me to the floor. I liked them touching and controlling me, so I couldn't move. I was lying on my stomach and my cock was getting hard under my body with each slap of the belt.

Josiah was talking, all the time he was belt whipping me.

"You're a whore. Aren't you?" – "A nasty naughty whore?"

"Yes"

"Do you like what I am doing to you right now?"

"Yes"

"You knew I was going to whop your ass – didn't you slut?"

"I wasn't sure" - I mumbled

"Are you going to take every cock?"

"Yes"

Louder - shouted Josiah. "Talk, you mutherfucker."

"All of you –YES, every cock... FUCK ME" – I shouted back at Josiah.

Josiah threw down his belt and crawled on top of my sore red ass cheeks. He lubed my crack and finger fucked me with four fingers. He took his fingers out of my ass and put all four of them into my mouth clear to the back of my throat, almost choking me.

"Take it", he said to me.

Then, his hand went back into my hole and he plunged back and forth very fast, finger fucking me with four fingers. Josiah then slid his fat cock into my tight hole which was loosening up considerably. He was the first one to fuck me hard and it hurt, but I got used to it quickly. As he rode on top of me, he whispered in my ear. "Are you okay?" "The belt was for show. I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

"You didn't, of course I'm okay."

"You hate me, don't you?" asked Josiah

"I'm working on it." I replied

"Feel like talking to me about it?" Asked Josiah.

"No. I feel like getting fucked." - Yeah sure, I am driven by my needy, twitching' cum-hole, wantin' rock hard cock plowed deep inside me. I don't much care how I get fucked, so long as a nigger piece of meat can stuff my hole. Now either screw the shit out of me, or get the fuck off me.

Josiah flipped me over, but never took his cock out of my hole. He began to fuck me wildly. It felt wonderful... Hate Josiah? – hell man, you gotta be nuts. Who in their right mind would ever hate Josiah?"

At the same time, some black dude, straddled my face and pulled his ass cheeks apart so I could get to his crack. I couldn't see his face, but I guessed it was Roger.

Roger was tall with a medium build and looked like a basketball player. He had a slim body and several tattoos on his legs. He smelled like sweat from a locker room and his nuts hung low covering my nose. He had a nice piece of meat between his legs and was uncut. He wasn't very old, probably around nineteen and street smart. He was greasy hot.

I licked the healthy zest of gym sweat from the crack of his ass and slurped his young nuts into my mouth. I tongue fucked him outrageously and he cried out, "Do it - do it man, - shit yah ... yah. – Oh fuck."

"Damn, but this white faggot and lick a bootie. Now eat my cock ho. He said to me.

Josiah stopped fucking me, so Roger could get his black meat into my mouth. I took everything and his cock disappeared inside my mouth, all the way down to his balls.

"Suck me tight, ho – suck me tight. He kept yelling and suddenly let go with...aguhhhh and spurted several shots of milky white slime on to my tongue and watched it slid down my throat.

I smiled and smacked my lips a few times.

"You liked that shit – didn't you slut?"

"Ah -huh,"

Roger tasted fairly good. His cum was a bit strong but very wet and slippery. I guessed that he used drugs of some sort, or perhaps tobacco. But it was none of my business and I didn't care. I ate it.

Next, was Jamal. - Jamal was not very dark skinned. He actually looked more Puerto Rican but said he was black and not Latino.

Jamal was closely tied to Roger as a friend. They lived in the same apartment building and hung together. He was older than Roger but not by much. He was 22 years old and Roger was nineteen.

It's a warm summer day. The sweat was running down Jamal's neck, and the bulge between his thighs told me how much he wanted to get off.

I said to him – "I am a white slut that wants for nothing more than a few moments of wild action, eating and fucking, until I drain your nuts of their milky cream. I love cock, because that's the stuff fantasies are made of.

Jamal straddled my face and lowered his butt directly on to my lips and said – "Good, let's start with this."

"Eat this hole out whore. I have been walking around the city all day farting – Yuck. Lick it clean if you dare." He wiggled his butt over my lips and my tongue darted inside him. He was gamey tasting at first, but it lasted only a few seconds. His ass was sweet and sweaty hot.

"Holy shit – what a pig working my nuts. Keep eating, he said to me. "Eat me out you hungry oink. Feed yourself - Tap that dirty hole."

Then Jamal jumped off my face and threw my legs into the air. He was going after my hard, pinkish-red butt. He rubbed his cock across my ass cheeks and slowly pushed his black meat into my body. This bro was also hung and I wanted to suck him off. But Jamal had other ideas.

He was determined to fuck me hard and fuck me hard he did. He rode my ass like a jackhammer lifting my butt as he rode me to wetness.

Jamal said to me. – "I have a primal hunger to punish whores into submission. I can squeeze cum so deep in your ass, you'll taste it when you clear your throat."

He was moving and I could feel his cock pulsating, what felt like jabs of piss into my bowels. He started shooting cum also and filling me with his chocolate man milk. Oh, how I wanted to drink it, but it was deep inside my man hole, so I had to find my cock milk elsewhere.

Josiah had been lying beside me on the floor. In fact, we were all on the floor naked. I had thrown down a queen size bed sheet which was getting wet and stained.

Everybody was stroking their cocks and waiting their turn to get to me. It was incredible being used like that. I loved it. Simply wonderful.

Josiah was jerking his whopping black cock getting to the warm gravy stored in his black nut sack. He whispered again in my ear.

"Eat my stuff Derek, take it. But I want to come back tomorrow to finish fucking you. Let these street whores have you today. I will nail your pussy butt tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay – But hell, it will be weeks before you come back again. I know you Josiah." I said to him

"Ain't so – I will be here tomorrow." "You want this black dick" – huh?

"I do. I am into black fuckers, and you are the real deal" "Your nuts are loaded with Harlem mayonnaise." Jesus, how real is that?"

"Hold that thought' - he replied. I've got some mayonnaise for you coming out the tube right now.

Josiah dumped his load of thick creamy sauce-like sperm into his hand and made me eat it, making sure I sucked on his fingers. The shit from Josiah's nuts was like candy, sweet sticky and delicious.

Miguel, the Puerto Rican thug was in my ass fucking me like a stuffed pig. While fucking me, Miguel was calling me names in Spanish and getting ready to blow.

"You want this Puerto Rican throbbing big cock and balls ready to bust, don't you faggot?"

"Blow `em off and load me up with your juice. "Bet your ass, I want it." I replied

When I sweat pounding your cuca', you will know, motherfucker pile mierda;' that you have been fucked – but good.

"Where you want my juice, mama whore – where you want it – he kept saying to me."

"In my mouth, I want to taste it" – I told him

"Yeah – yeah, in your mouth like a pig. Open your mouth bitch – papi big load for a hungry pig boy's mouth – take this food and swallow."

Miguel pulled out of my slippery hole, with his cock sticky with cum juice and piss, that Jamal had deposited there. He put his meat into my mouth just as Spanish cream bubbled out from his piss slit. It oozed over the head of his slimy cock and on to my tongue.

I savored the flavor before swallowing. Miguel gave me all he had and wiped my lips with his cock. I wanted more. "Good fucker, okay, better than my woman. She's not tight." He said to me.

That left Freddie, Travis, Jeremy and Hector that I still had to do. I wasn't concerned about Hector because he just wanted to blow me and he could wait.

Freddie and Jeremy were kneeling next to me and I held both their cocks at the same time. I started sucking Jeremy and Freddie slid his cock into my mouth packed in next to Jeremy's dick. I managed to suck both cocks together, but not for very long.

Freddie laid my head down and raised his body over my face, holding his body up with his arms, like he was doing `push-ups.'

"Open your mouth queer boy. Frederick, the man, is gonna face fuck you bitch – and you are gonna take it too. All of it – understand."

"A-huh" – I managed to mumble.

Freddie was black but didn't have a mega black cock. It was nice tho, about 5 or 6 inches of man meat. It was solid, straight, warm, and very black. He smelled sexy and had a black earthy smell that made me horny. His cock was made for eating and I knew that, by going slow, my throat could handle it nicely.

Josiah told me that Freddie was not married, but had four kids at home and a pregnant live-in woman, that he called his wife. He was thirty two years old.

Freddie began slowly putting his meat into my mouth. He was gentle at first. When he realized that I wasn't choking, he picked up the speed and let me have it full force. He fucked in and out of my throat for a few minutes, but felt more like an hour. One can take just so much cock, inside your throat – but I took it silently. Freddie held my head with both of his hands: "Fuck that pretty little face – fuck that pretty little face. You cocksucker." He kept saying. "I know you white whores, a nasty ho pig exploiting black cock for your gluttonous appetite."

"My nuts are loaded and ready to over flow your mouth. Got-cha, queer boy, you gonna like being chucked with hot creamy nigga jizz. There are two more cocks, to go, Travis and Jeremy. So don't flush off, on us now faggot."

"I can do it. I want to taste a bare ass nigga and a Puerto Rican stripped down to the raw and soaked to the foreskin from spilling over salty cock faucets". I said to them.

"I want to get my cock back into his trashy mouth and blow a load." said Jeremy.

"I want to get my cock in to his dripping fat ass, shoot off, and then take a piss" added Travis.

They both laughed and I didn't like being laughed at, but said nothing. There was no point to it. After all, to them I was nobody, and they would soon be gone.

Jeremy had a fat uncut very dark Puerto Rican cock. The damn thing was like a deli, and the meat was prime. He had it in my mouth earlier, but now he wanted a complete suck job. He sat on the floor with his back up against the couch. His dark legs were spread open and had tiny ringlets of hair in his crotch area. His dick was hard as steel and stood up like a tower.

"Crawl on over her bitch, and get some food"

Jeremy had his hand on his meat and told me to put it into my mouth. I lay between his open legs and began to suck it like a lollypop. Only it was not a dainty lollypop lick – It was strong and tight. My lips went around the slimy head like a vice. I sucked that thing like he never expected it to happen.

"Holy shit, shit, shit," he cried out. "Look at this fag take that cock. Gaud damn, this is hot - fuckin hot. Take it – take it, he kept yelling out. This faggot is a hungry bitch."

`Eat my ass", he said to me, and raised his butt and pulled his cheek apart for me to sample. His hole was open, clean and sweet. He was definitely eating material.

I squeezed hard, finger fucked and ate him out using every erotic move I could think of. He kept moaning and wiggling into my face. I knew he was having the pleasure ride of his life. It was so obvious.

Jeremy began stroking his cock and I sucked his nuts while he jerked away.

"Close - CLOSE, mother fucker, I'm CLOSE ... And just then, he booted out a string of fettuccini cum directly on to my face. I pushed it into my mouth with my finger and waited for more.

Jeremy leaned back against the couch, and white thick cream kept spitting out of his piss slit and sliding down the head of his uncircumcised cock. I lapped it way as soon as it came out. My tongue was like a frog, waiting for food to come in front of him. I ran my tongue under his foreskin. Everything went into my mouth and I savored and swallowed every crotch flavor this Latino dude had saved behind his underwear. I gobbled up drop after drop of his thick vanilla and filled my stomach with his nut milk. Sooo good.

Everyone had left the apartment by now, even Hector.

Josiah, Jeremy and Travis were still there – but not for long.

Jeremy went into the bathroom to wash between his legs. When he came back out, he left the apartment with Josiah. I was now alone with just with Travis.

Travis was the ultimate black stud, bursting with sexual energy and towering with an imposing form. Travis was a handsome black man. He was dark skinned, shaved head, with an imposing body, strong muscular arms and one earing. He had a big cock (of course). The man was so hot sexually, I swear, he must have invented the game.

An ideal alpha male –especially when one feels him blasting out continuous multiple orgasms as he gets off inside a hot ass. I could only imagine how rewarding that would be. Maybe, I would find out. I was getting dog tired but not willing to quit just yet, and I foolishly left him `til last.

Why he was hanging with Josiah's street friends were a mystery to me. I thought, this man could get most anything. What the hell did he see in me, was the question that raced through my mind. It was a stupid thought anyway, so I dismissed it. I didn't give a damn what he saw in me. I just wanted to fuck him.

Travis had a pleasing face, and pleasant to look upon. He had chalk white teeth and luscious thick lips. There was a trimmed black beard around his mouth. His skin was like silk and his body rocked with masculinity. When he walked, he moved like a leopard, stalking and direct. There is no exaggeration when it came to Travis, for certain, he was all man.

"You're naughty Derek, and I know how to treat naught boys. So don't try to bullshit me," he firmly said."

"You're right, I am naughty."

I was pretty fucked out by now, but greedy enough to take on more cock. Who knows maybe the best was saved for last. I only hoped that I would be good enough.

Travis held out his hand and said, "Come to me."

He took my arm and we started walking out of the room.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to clean you up and then we'll talk"

"Okay, I do feel dirty."

Travis sat me on the toilet and told me to push. "Dump that nigger cum out of you, dump It.!!!"

I grunted and a stream of nasty liquid flowed into the bowl. I was so embarrassed and felt like a real whore. I couldn't even look. I felt like crying, but didn't.

Travis lifted me into the bathtub and filled it with hot soapy water. He washed my body, with a soft wash cloth, and flushed water into my hole with a hand held sprayer to rinse me out.

I looked good and I felt much better now. I was clean.

I dried myself off with a large white bath towel and Travis dried my back. He held the cheeks of my butt and squeezed them with both hands.

"You are built for fucking Derek. Yeahhhh, you really are. You know that, don't you?"

He looked my body over, fondling my cock and running his hand across my chest and feeling my abs. - "Nice, very nice." Travis said

Travis picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and carefully laid me on top of the sheets. That surprised the hell out of me, but I liked it. Jesus was he strong!!!

My cock was hard again and my heart was racing in anticipation of tasting his black masculine body. This did not happen in the same way with the other black dudes, but it was happening with Travis.

"You're good looking number and you have a useful body. Your butt is definitely fuckable and your cock is `play for pay' - you'll do, oh yeah, you will do nicely." He said to me.

"What the fuck does that mean- I'll do?" I said to him

"Later Derek – we'll talk later."

Then he stretch out beside me and pushed my head to his crotch. I held Travis cock in both hands and worked it into my mouth. It was so long and fat so I had trouble at first. His meat was like a weapon.

"That's it Derek – eat the cock – take it all and choke on it. My nuts are full of the shit you crave for food, so work for it man and it's yours – work for it.

I went up and down on his ebony pole and finally got his entire package drawn into my mouth. It went down my throat, but it wasn't comfortable, still I let it happen anyway.

I held Travis strong black legs into the air and lowered my face into his crotch.

"Breathe deeply - Smell my nuts – c'mon smell `em. I know what you want. Oh yeah, I know. You're an ass licker so lick and get my special smell into your mouth. C'mon ho, tongue fuck my hole. You have been eating black men all day and now it's my turn. Eat me and swallow the berry juice. I will fill your stomach with some good shit. Trust me on that one, you will like it.

Travis lifted me up so he could work on my crack. He kept me in the air and looked at my butt. Then he nibbled, with his teeth, on the cheek of my ass it didn't hurt and was only symbolic. The symbol of `what' I never knew.

"That's a hot looking chunk of man whore you got there boy. I love looking at it." He pulled my cheeks apart and spit into my hole. He kept stretching my hole wider with both hands and continued spitting into my ass. He stuck his tongue inside me and deposited even more spit. My hole was getting wider and my crack was wet from his spit. Then he began working that monster of a black pole into my body.

"Aughhhh – holy shit," I cried out.

"Am I hurting you, my little nigger loving whore? Does it hurt?

"YES, it fuckin hurts – take it out?"

"No fuckin way. You have to take it." - "My cock is on fire swimming inside your bubbling ass, I am fucking you hard, very hard and deep. I want to punish you with my cock and rape the shit out of you. You are naughty and you need a real black man tapping that man pussy. It's me you want, to satisfy your hole, and that's what you're getting."

Travis got his entire nine (or was it ten - no exaggeration) inches inside me. The initial pain didn't last very long, and it felt good. I felt like I was being fucked by a horse, or at least, a black stallion.

Travis fucked me like drilling for oil. First sliding in – pulling back out and then slowly ramming the shit out of me. He fucked with whimsical rhythm getting his cock in and out of me and from side to side inside my body. It was the best fuck I had ever received. My balls were bubbling and I could feel cum rising in my dick. He was hitting my prostate and the sensation was rowdy. I sprayed cum all over my stomach and never touched myself. Travis did it really wild.

Travis told me to ride him. He said he wanted his black cock to disappear inside me. He only wanted to see my white cheeks sitting on his black legs.

I sat on top of him and his cock disappeared into my butt with no trouble at all. I was wide open and I rode him into ecstasy. He was fucking the shit out of me and at times, I thought I would break in half. The man's cock was huge, but he worked like a pro.

"Get off – get off", he suddenly yelled at me.

I slid off his cock. He stood up and pulled my body to the side of the bed. He held my head with one hand and directed his slime covered black log to my mouth.

"Open up Derek"

I open my mouth just in time to receive a gusher of gooey cock milk which overflowed on to my lips. I gulped and swallowed as fast as possible, but he kept coming and coming. His balls hung down like bull's nuts and I knew there was a lot of cum in there still working its way out.

"Take it – take it, eat the chicken gravy – its hot straight from my balls; you hungry little bastard. It's your food - Take it."

Talk like that really gets me going. I liked hearing him say that, but this time it wasn't necessary. There was no way in hell that I wouldn't take it. I planned for it and I wanted it. Fuck yeah – I wanted it.

He dumped a flood of cock milk into my mouth and I drank every bit of it. Travis was right. The stuff from his nuts was sweet (not salty) I purred like a kitten after lapping up a saucer of warm milk.

We both rested on the bed in silence, until Travis said...

"I've got to pee," c'mon on.

"Oh no, you're not going to piss on me. I don't feel like it."

"Yeah, I know I'm not. You are going to drink it."

`Like hell, I am,"

"Come on Derek," he said to me.

"Holy shit – what next? - I kneeled on the floor beside the toilet bowl and Travis pissed into the clear water. He was smiling down at me, and his huge back cock was pissing in front of my mouth.

I put my tongue into his piss stream and caught some pale liquid piss with my mouth. It ran out of my lips and back into the toilet.

I tried to do the same thing again, but this time, Travis quickly put his cock into my mouth and shot me a gusher of warm piss. He held my mouth closed and I drank his stuff. It tasted pretty good actually. It wasn't strong or nasty. It was mild and tasted like pineapple. Still I didn't like doing that...well – Oh hell, yes, I am lying. I wanted to drink it.

"I'll take some more." I said to him

"Sorry Derek, but the fountain is just about empty." "Take this"

Travis held me by my chin and put his last remaining stream of piss onto my tongue. I could feel the hot liquid trickle down my throat. I was drinking his ebony piss.

I cleaned up for the third time that day and brushed my teeth. I put on decent clothes and looked like an all American clean cut boy.

Travis asked me to go to a Chinese restaurant with him. I jumped at the idea of going. I wanted to be with him a bit longer. It wasn't dreamy affection, or anything nutty like that, but it was an attraction and it confused me.

At the restaurant, alone by ourselves; Travis wanted to talk to me. So I sat, munching on an egg role, and listened as he spoke.

Part 6 - What's next for Derek? Jbalancier9@yahoo.com with comments / thanks