Jock Predator

So you already know the basics about me, but to sum it up: I'm a built, 25-year old black guy with a taste for straight white college-jock ass. I don't want a faggy bottom—I want to split open a virgin ass, get my use out of it, and send the guy away to live with it. I've got a whole bag of tricks for getting these dudes into position so I can bust their cherries, and none of those tricks is `ask nicely.'

I made it out to the beach on the day of this particular ass-scalping. I like to lay in the sun in a Speedo because it'll barely hold my package in, and a little sweat shows off my muscles. I always put on a pair of dark sunglasses and smile at the college girls checking me out, but I'm really watching their boyfriends flinch and try to drag them away to somewhere further down the beach.

Sometimes it just doesn't work out for boyfriend.

On this afternoon, a hot blond guy strolled by in his white board shorts with his stacked blond girlfriend on his arm. I like to guess the guy's sport and I pegged this one as a soccer player based on his legs and ass. Oh god, that ass... My Speedo might have stretched just a little more.

Anyway, his girl just about sprained her neck looking at me and I made sure he caught it when I grinned at her and gave her a thumb's up. Five seconds later, they were arguing. He wanted to move on... but she liked the nice open spot that just happened to be where she could see me. I got to watch their relationship dynamic play out in fast-forward and about a minute later he was scowling and spreading out their towels.

I kept tabs on them from behind my sunglasses, but that's it. You don't want to scare them off. They mostly did the usual beach shit, running back and forth to the water, taking turns rubbing lotion on each other, and just lying in the sun. An hour or so later, she got up and walked past me to the cabana bar. By complete coincidence, I suddenly wanted a drink.

You might be wondering why I was following her ass when I wanted his. Trust me. Five minutes later, Rebecca and I were still having a nice friendly chat at the bar when he came looking for her. His eyes went straight to her nipples that were poking up through her bikini top less than a foot from my pecs.

"Tommy!" Her drink was already half-empty, but she held up his drink that had been sitting there with ice melting in it. She put her other hand on my arm. "This is Cliff. He's been telling me about a party tonight."

"Hey dude." I offered my hand. I skipped the crushing-grip stunt, but I made sure to grab his hand just a little too far back so his grip would feel floppy and soft to himself. He tried to hide his irritation and look cool, but he wasn't very good at it.

He put his other arm around her waist. "What party? We said we're going out clubbing."

I laughed. "Clubbing? It's the same old shit in the clubs every night, man. The real fun is in the private parties. But hey—some people don't like to hang with the big dogs. Whatever floats your boat, right?" I shrugged, took a sip of my drink and started to turn back to the bar.

Rebecca jumped in just like I expected. "Who cares about clubbing? We can do that any night. We're only here for a week—how many private parties do you think we're going to get invited to?"

He argued. She got waspish. I kept facing the bar and acted like I didn't even notice the mini-spat taking place two feet away. Even I raised my eyebrows when she hit him with "My parents are the ones paying for this trip and I think we should do something I want to do for once!" Ouch. I was pretty sure she got her way a hell of a lot more than `for once.'

Her bitchy routine worked for her this time too and, after another minute of arguing where it was obvious he'd already lost, she put her hand on my arm. She was all smiles and she tossed her hair when I turned around. "Hey Cliff, we talked it over. It sounds like a great time. We'd love to come."

This wasn't the time for one of my fake business cards, so I jotted my address and a time down on a napkin. She flounced off with a walk that I'm sure was supposed to make me zero in on her ass, and I guess it would have worked if I wasn't already imagining ripping the shorts off his amazing butt.

They showed up ten minutes late, which was either fashionably late in whatever backwater Midwestern city they're from, or was from him taking another shot at talking her out of it. I was ready for them.

Rebecca was in a light crop-top that left her flat belly exposed and skin-tight jeans. Tommy was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a black v-neck muscle-t that did a great job of showing off his definition. I think it was his way of trying to keep her eyes on what he had to offer. It definitely got my attention.

I waved them into the living room where my friend Andre was waiting. Andre is the straight buddy I pull in when I need to split a lady away from her man. He loves to help me run this routine, `cause he gets what he likes and I get what I like. He's another tall, built black dude—not as broad as me, but with an easy smile and a smooth way of talking that ladies love. He was wearing a mesh shirt that showed off his chest and Rebecca was checking it out up close and personal when she shook his hand.

I'd gone with a breezy linen button-down to encourage her to take Andre's bait. I went into my good- host routine and poured a round of strong cocktails. "The party is just up the street. We've got plenty of time for a little early party of our own before we head that way." I set a pill down beside each glass.

Tommy looked at me suspiciously. "What's that?"

I won't print the name here, but I told him what it really was. You know the one—it makes you feel sexy and love getting touched. "It's the thing around here man. It's not too strong, but it'll make you feel damn good when you're dancin' and rubbin' all over your lady." I winked at her, picked mine up, and pretended to swallow it. "But don't feel like you have to do it if you can't handle it."

Andre picked his up and faked washing it down. A few seconds later, Rebecca snatched hers up and popped it in her mouth. Tommy slowly followed.

I held up my glass and laughed. "Awesome! I knew you guys were cool! Now, here's one just for the guys..." I dropped down another pill for the three of us and waggled my eyebrows at Tommy. "This one is a boner pill. It'll start to work by the time we make it to the party, and we'll be most popular dudes there."

Rebecca squealed with laughter and Tommy's eyes were wide as Andre and I pretended to take ours. Well, I pretended—I'm not actually sure about Andre on that one. Tommy blushed and grinned and washed his down. We all had another toast and I refilled our drinks. We had that one out on the balcony of my apartment, watching the sun go down and the city lights come on. When they started acting a little touchy-feely toward each other, I knew the pills had kicked in and I winked at Andre.

I put my hand on Tommy's thigh and grinned when his eyes widened for a second and then his face settled into a smile. "Hey Tommy, let's do one more round of drinks, huh? Come help me carry `em." That's all we did inside, but I found a dozen reasons to touch him—squeezing a shoulder, casually turning a pat on his back into a rub, doing the buddy-pat on his amazing bubble butt, you name it. He soaked it in, the pill making him love every sensation. I could even see a little tent starting in his shorts.

When we got back to the balcony, Andre was sitting next to Rebecca, pointing out things down on the beach, leaning against her, making sure his arm and leg brushed hers, taking her shoulders to turn her toward one thing or another, and so on. Her nipples were poking up again and her eyes kept drifting from whatever he was pointing at to his face.

We set the drinks down and I squeezed Tommy's shoulders, massaging them gently before he could sit down. I whispered in his ear, "Hey Tommy, let's give Rebecca a little show. Go along with me—she's gonna love this." Then I looked at her. "Hey Rebecca, check this out. That boner pill has started to work on Tommy here."

I reached my arms around him and ran my palms around his chest and across his nipples, then slid them down across his abs. He sighed with pleasure and dropped his head back onto my shoulder. "Push your crotch out where she can see it," I whispered. He did exactly what I suggested and I slid my hands down and gently cupped his package so she could see his little tent.

Behind him, my own tent was going up fast.

She laughed and clapped, "Oh my god! It's working!"

Andre laughed with her, and stood up, making sure to brush the side of her tit as he did. "I think it's workin' on all of us. Check this out!" He grinned like it was just a big, silly joke but he stood right in front of her and pulled Tommy up beside him. "Hey guys, if we're gonna give her a show, let's give her a real one. Rebecca, you tell us which one of us it's working the most on. Hardest one wins! Alright guys, drop your pants on three. One... two... three!"

Andre whipped his pants down and his uncut eight-inch dick snapped out and up, bouncing in front of her face. I wasn't in a hurry, but I got mine down in a few seconds and my thick ten-incher swung out, certainly bigger than his but definitely not as hard—yet. Tommy was flustered and frantically started unbuttoning his shorts when he realized it was really happening and that Andre's cock was already out and waving around. He had a stiff little five-incher that was sticking straight up over his tight balls.

Rebecca squealed with laughter and fell back in her chair.

Andre reached down and took her hand with a grin. "OK, now you have to judge. We can already see that Cliff there ain't hard, so it's between me and Tommy. Who wins this round?" He steered her hand to his cock, wrapped her fingers around it, and slowly pumped back and forth through her hand, peeling the hood back from his head with her own hand right in front of her wide eyes.

"Now put your other hand on Tommy." He was still talking like it was a silly game, but I could see the spark in his eyes. She put her left hand on Tommy's dick and pumped it as much as his length allowed— which wasn't much. She was grinning and giggling like a naughty school-girl. Tommy groaned in his throat.

Andre let her go on for a good minute, and I stepped behind Tommy to massage his shoulders and rub across his chest while she jacked him. I didn't bother to pull my pants back up. Finally Andre spoke again. "So, who wins the first round, Rebecca?" I noticed how this had suddenly become `the first round.'

She continued to giggle and look back and forth between them. It was obvious that she was focusing almost all of her attention on Andre's dick, but finally she said "Well, if hardest wins, then it's got to be Tommy. He's as hard as a rock." She dragged her fingernails across his balls and made him squirm. "I don't think I've ever seen you this hard, baby." Even through his haze, Tommy looked pleased.

"Oh, I was robbed!" Andre said in mock outrage. He wasn't too robbed... her hand was still on his dick, stroking slowly, and her other hand had dropped off of Tommy. "OK, we have to go best two out of three. I'm not gonna let this guy beat me. Rebecca, you keep doing that and then we check again in a couple minutes."

"Wait a second," I said. "it's not fair for you to get help if Tommy doesn't get any. Here, Tommy—take your shirt off." I pulled it up and off without waiting, and I unbuttoned my own shirt quickly and pulled him back against my broad chest. "Alright, lean back against me." I reached around him and started gently pulling and twisting his nipples. He started almost humming with pleasure, and his head dropped back on my shoulder.

Andre let her jack him for longer than a couple of minutes while I worked Tommy's nipples and ran my hands all over his body. I knew with the pill he'd taken that I was lighting fires all over him, and he kept humming and sighing. Rebecca barely glanced away from Andre's cock, and he was also working her by stroking her hair and massaging her shoulders. Finally he clenched and forced his dick to swell in her hand. "OK, Rebecca—who wins round two?"

Her eyes had widened and she grabbed Tommy's little dick just long enough for one quick squeeze without ever letting up on Andre's cock. "I think you have it this time," she giggled.

"Uh, Oh... Two studs in a dead heat. We're gonna need a tie-breaker," I said. "Here, drink up and let's go inside." Rebecca downed her drink and practically poured Tommy's down his throat to make him keep up. We were in the living room about a minute later. Andre led Rebecca to the couch, and I dropped down into a big chair and pulled Tommy down on my lap.

"OK, since Rebecca is helping Andre and I'm helping Tommy, I guess that makes it two against two. I got your back, man. Go team Tommy!" I slapped his abs lightly and gave his nipple a twist, making him groan in his throat.

Andre looked at Rebecca. "Team Tommy? Looks like we're partners now. Are you gonna let him get away with that?"

"Hell no!" she shouted. "Team Andre! Go Team Andre!"

"Let's put him in his place," he smirked. "What are we gonna do to win this once and for all?"

"Fuck you guys!" I shouted. "We can do anything you can do. Team Tommy all the way!"

Tommy was glazed but grinning like an idiot. "Yeah, man! We got this!" He grabbed his little dick and shook it at them threateningly.

"Well, we can't trust her to judge anymore, `cause she's the enemy now," I said. "Let's play chicken. Whatever one team does, the other team has to do too. If you chicken out, everybody else goes to the party without you."

"No chickens on Team Tommy!" Tommy shouted. Oh yeah, the alcohol and pills were hitting him hard.

Andre looked at Rebecca and grinned. "Oh yeah? I'll bet he bails on the very first thing. Let's make out— they won't do that." He put his arm around her with a wicked grin and leaned in for a long kiss. We could see his tongue probing her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept it going.

Tommy looked a little startled, but I said "Big fuck. Like a kiss is all that. Let's show `em how it's done, Tommy." I twisted him around and pulled his head to me and started a gentle kiss while I stroked his flanks and swept my palms over his pecs. I let him get used to that and then darted my tongue out to stab at his lips. In seconds, we were locked in a full-blown frenching session.

I let it go on for quite a while because I wanted him to get comfortable. He was humming with pleasure by the time I broke away. I grinned and winked at him and interrupted Andre's session. I noticed that his hands were all over her tits while they were kissing. "OK, our turn to call. We're getting naked. You might have to go to the party without Rebecca, Tommy." I stood him up and yanked his shorts and shoes off and then ripped off my own clothes. My thick cock was at attention now.

"You think I won't do it? Nobody's going anywhere without me," Rebecca said. She stood up and peeled off her crop-top and jeans and then slipped out of her bra and panties. She was smooth as a baby around her pussy.

"Well fuck, you've all already seen my junk," Andre said. He pulled his mesh shirt off and kicked off his pants. "Our turn. Let's stop this high-school shit and win this game right now. Here's something they'll never do." He grinned at Rebecca and whispered something in her ear.

Give the girl credit—she laughed and shot a wicked grin at us and then promptly knelt down in front of Andre. She cupped her hand around his nut-sack and leaned in, kissing and sucking at it.

Andre laughed. "Oh, fuck yeah! She's totally got her mouth all over my balls. Game over, man."

Tommy flinched, but I just snorted. "Please. Tommy's not a chicken, and he sure as hell isn't gonna let you go off to the party with his girl without him." I put my hands on his shoulders and gently squeezed while I pressed him down. "Go ahead, Tommy. Show him you're not a pussy."

I loved looking at him on his knees. My big dick stood out, cutting across his whole face from his chin to his forehead while he looked up at me. His expression was just a little queasy, but his little boner wasn't in his control anymore thanks to the pill and it still stood straight up.

I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled his nose into my sack while I massaged his scalp with my fingertips. "Yeah, Tommy. Show `em you're not a pussy. Lick my nuts, man."

Very hesitantly, he did exactly that. First just the tip of his tongue flicked out across my balls and then disappeared. Then he did it again and again. Each time, a little more tongue came out and it stayed on my balls a little longer. After a couple of minutes, he was giving me a full-blown tongue-bath, and even sucking my heavy balls into his mouth one at a time while I grunted and moaned encouragement. I winked at Andre and gave him a thumbs-up over their heads.

I grabbed the base of my dick and bounced it off of Tommy's forehead a couple of times to get his attention. When he looked up, I grinned at him and gave him an exaggerated `quiet' sign like we were about to give Andre and Rebecca a big surprise. I ran my finger around his lips and gently pulled his mouth open with one hand while I positioned my fat cock-head in front of him with the other. His eyes were wide and he shook his head just a little but he didn't fight when I pulled his mouth down onto my dick.

I gave him a minute to adjust while I fucked just the head of my black dick in and out of his white mouth. Then I said loudly. "Team Andre is gonna lose the game if they don't keep up. Tommy here already got my balls clean and now he's workin' on my dick."

Rebecca whipped around and her mouth dropped open when she saw Tommy sucking my cock.

"What the hell, man?" Andrea said. "You can't expect us to keep up if you don't tell us what you're doing. That's cheating." He looked down at Rebecca. "I guess we can't trust them. I know--" He sat down on the couch and thumbed at the seat next to him. "Cliff, sit your ass down. Rebecca will get here and Tommy can get there—" he pointed to the floor in front of each seat "—and that way we can keep an eye on you two."

A few seconds later, Andre and I were on the couch. Rebecca was between his legs, sucking his dick like she was trying to suck the chrome off of a bumper, and Tommy was between my legs learning to be a cocksucker. He had a lot to learn, and I gave him plenty of time to learn it. After about ten minutes, he had a little more than half of my dick stretching out his mouth every time he dove down on me, and I could tell he was getting tired.

I pulled out a bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. "Inhale deep." Then I switched to his other nostril and did it again before I passed it to Andre to hold under Rebecca's nose. It had exactly the desired effect, and when Tommy started sucking enthusiastically, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved it down on my cock, breaking open his throat. "Oh, fuck yeah, Tommy! Choke on it man! Fuck, that's good!" I held him down until he was turning red and struggling to breathe before I let him come up for air.

Andre laughed. He gently pushed Rebecca off of his dick with a smile but then he looked at me. "You're so full of shit. You can't win by trying to sound all tough. We'll show you how it's done. You losers try to keep up." He stood up and pulled Rebecca upright and then scooped her up in his arms and headed for my bedroom.

I laughed back. "You can't show Team Tommy anything. We got this." I pulled him to his feet and scooped him up in exactly the same way to follow Andre. We dropped them on my king-sized bed and I gave Tommy another long hit of poppers.

Andre crawled on top of Rebecca and I crawled on top of Tommy right beside them. I heard him talking softly in her ear while he slid his dick back and forth in long strokes across the outside of her pussy. "You ready to be on Team Andre for real, baby? You want me to make love to you while your boyfriend is laying right beside you? Fill you up like he never could?"

She shivered and gasped. "Oh, god yeah. Fuck me, Andre. I need a real man in me."

He reached down, positioned his dick and slowly pried her open, slipping into her a little at a time while she moaned and clutched at him. He took his time, but when he bottomed out in her he looked at me and smirked. "Your move."

Tommy was watching them, his glazed eyes almost popping out of his head. He seemed unable to speak. I gently pulled and twisted on his nipples and then sank my face into the hollow of his throat, licking and sucking. His groan was loud in the room and I dug into his neck until his head was thrashing and I was sure he was gonna have a huge hickey. Then I kissed and sucked my way along his jaw up to his ear, making him shiver just like his girlfriend. "Don't you worry Tommy," I growled. "They're not gonna win this one. I'll take good care of you."

I gave him one more hit of poppers and grabbed the lube. I smeared just a thin layer over my thick cock. When I tear out a straight guy's cherry, I like to feel it—too much lube, and you feel like you're fucking a swamp instead of a hot, tight ass.

I lifted his legs slowly. No sudden moves to break through the haze of alcohol, pills and poppers. I pinned his knees to his shoulders and rested the fat head of my cock on his tight little ass-ring. Beside me, Andre was smoothly pumping Tommy's girlfriend while she whimpered and squeezed his ass.

I let my weight shift onto Tommy and the tip of my cock stretched open that hot spot at the center of his pucker. The heat of his guts touched just the slit of my dick and it was like an electric shock for me. Apparently it was for him too, because his unfocused eyes popped open and he started thrashing his head back and forth. He might have been shaking his head no, but I decided he was probably just that turned on.

I leaned in, and my fat mushroom head broke his ass-ring open. His heat swallowed the whole head and his ring clamped back down behind it. His eyes bulged out and his head thrashed harder while he made incoherent groaning noises. Out of his control from the pill, his little stiffy was still rock-hard between us and even drooling a little bit onto his abs.

I didn't jam him hard, but I didn't give him time to adjust either. Half the fun of breaking open a straight virgin ass is watching him struggle with it. I pushed in, driving in inch after inch after inch. With every inch, I could feel that part of his chute desperately squeezing to try to force me out and then collapsing in submission when I plowed on through.

He gave a long, wordless cry and, right beside him, Rebecca answered with a short sharp wail and a long shudder.

I decided she needed to know exactly what was going on. "Oh, fuck Tommy, your ass is tight! Bet you didn't plan on gettin' fucked by a black dude with a ten-inch dick, did you? God damn, that sweet ass feels so good on my balls! And your little dick is all hard and leakin' for it too—you wanted this after all, didn't you? I bet you set all this up just so you could get my dick in your ass."

Andre laughed. "You hear that Rebecca? Your boyfriend likes big black dick just as much as you do. He even got Cliff to fuck him. My buddy is balls-deep in Tommy just like I'm balls-deep in you. God damn, you two are perfect for each other. Tell Cliff he can have Tommy, baby. Tell him you want him to use Tommy's ass all night long." While he talked, Andre shifted to long, steady strokes, punctuating his words with the soft slap of his balls against her.

Rebecca craned her neck to look, and I slow drew back and plunged into Tommy again so she could actually see my cock disappearing into his hole. Her eyes were almost as wide as his as she panted and whined around her words. "Oh god... you're really... fucking Tommy! That's so hot! ... Don't stop!"

I laughed, but it came out as more of a growl. "Don't worry. I'm in him now, and I'm not gonna stop till he gets what he wanted." I started long-dicking him to match Andre's strokes and the bed started bouncing as we fucked them. The slapping of our balls on our boyfriend/girlfriend bitches was almost in stereo in the room. Tommy latched onto my biceps and held on like his life depended on it, and his mouth was hanging open in a breathless `O'.

We stuck to that rhythm for a good ten minutes. Rebecca started a continuous moaning babble while Andre power-fucked her, and Tommy was gibbering and groaning non-stop with the occasional "oh ... god!" thrown in.

Finally Andre broke rhythm and started picking up speed. "Oh, fuck baby! I'm getting' close. You want me to put it in you, don't you? Let Tommy hear you say it!"

"Fuck... yes!" she gasped. "Don't pull out...!" she cut off with a strangled cry as he sank into her and locked down. His head rolled back and he grunted over and over again.

I can usually hold off as long as I want to, but I decided it was a good time. I picked up speed, drawing all the way out and then slamming balls-deep into Tommy over and over again. "You hear that, Tommy? Your girl just got knocked up by a big black stud and now you're gonna get it too. I'm gonna make you a woman." I started panting and I broke out in a sweat. "I'm gonna... fill you up... with cum!"

My balls churned and clenched and I drove down into him and held still while my dick jumped and spurted rope after rope of cum into him. I know from experience that they can actually feel it inside of them if we're not moving when I cum, and I wanted him to have no doubt at all about what was happening.

When my orgasm faded, I stayed in him, nuzzling and chewing on his neck and gently twisting his nipples until my balls gradually unclenched and my dick started to soften. Then I shoved the poppers under his nose again and made him inhale. Finally I let myself slip out and his clenching ass milked me all the way.

I grinned at Andre. "Guess the game is still even. Why don't you two pull out the sofa-bed and keep playing, and I'll see what Tommy can do in here. We can compare scores later."

"Nah... we'll just head back to her hotel room. You can just send him back in the morning when you're done with him." He gave Rebecca a quick kiss. "Is that OK with you?"

She laughed, took Andre's hand, and ran out of the room with him without even looking at Tommy.

It was a long night after that. I laid into Tommy's ass. I had him on his hands and knees and I spanked his amazing ass bright red while my mushroom head raked back and forth in him. I pinned him down on his back and covered his neck with hickies and chewed on his nipples and slapped his tight little ball-sack around. I forced him to yell and beg for me to fill him up with cum again, shouting it so the whole apartment building could hear. I made it last, and when I was damn good and ready I locked down onto him again and froze everything except the throbbing and spurting of my cock to make sure he could feel it going off inside him for a second time.

Then I rolled him onto his side with my dick still plugging his ass and pulled him against me so there was no room for me to slip out of him. I put his head on my bicep for his pillow and draped my other arm over him and went to sleep with his warm, wet guts cradling my cock.

The sun was up when he woke me up hours later, trying to slowly lift my arm off so he could slip away. I just folded my pillow-arm up across his neck and hugged him to me. My dick twitched and started to grow and I knew instantly that it was still inside him. Yeah, partly I could feel the fresh wave of heat around my head as it probed a little deeper into him, but the big clue was his reaction. He froze and then his hand whipped down and grabbed at my hip with a hiss.

I grinned behind his back and started teasing and pulling at his bruised nip with the hand that was draped over him. "Mornin' baby. You put out real good for daddy last night. You took my dick like a champ, just the way you white boys always do." I let my hand roam down from his chest across his abs and then on down to caress and squeeze his still-tender ass cheek. "And fuuuuck, this beautiful ass of yours really soaks up cum. I make big loads, baby, and they've been swimmin' around inside you all night long." While I was talking, my dick was still growing inside him, pushing further and further in. It hit full mast just then, and throbbed inside of him.

He hissed again and clutched at my hip. "Please... I'm sore." My arm wasn't pressing on his neck, but he sounded choked.

Well, it's not my fault if he couldn't think of a complicated word like `stop' is it? I pulled my arm out from under his head and pushed him onto his stomach, rolling myself on top of him and stretching out on him with my whole weight. "I know, baby. I know. Daddy took your cherry and that always hurts a little. But you can take it. A pretty white ass like yours is made for it." I started a slow rocking with my hips, sliding out by just a couple of inches and easing in again, staying in the deepest part of him.

His head was turned so that I could see the side of his face. He was pale except for a bright red spot on his cheek and he hissed again through clenched teeth, but he didn't say anything.

I started longer strokes. Now I was getting enough motion to really enjoy myself. "I'm gonna knock you up one more time before I send you back to your girl. You don't need to worry about her—my buddy's been taking care of her for you. He's had her in your bed all night. Fuck, she probably has almost as much cum in her as you do." I started long-dicking him for real. "But don't worry baby, this wad is gonna put you back on top."

I didn't need this fuck to last a long time—I'd already busted him open and that's what I really cared about. This fuck was just to seal the deal. I wanted to nut in him without all the booze and pills in his system so he'd remember everything. I started jack-hammering him, slamming my hips down onto his beautiful ass, making the bed bounce and the room echo with the slaps. He clutched at the sheets and buried his head in the mattress to muffle his sharp cries.

I rode him for ten or fifteen minutes while he whined and gasped. I smacked his tender ass a few times along the way to freshen up the sting and gave him orders like "push your ass up in the air for daddy" and "squeeze your ass to milk my cock" just because I wanted to make him participate. I knew it would really get in his head later to remember actively taking part in getting fucked. He did what he was told every time—probably because he was hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.

As always, I made sure he knew it when he was getting knocked up again. "Oh yeah... you're gonna take another load, baby! You're a woman just like your girl now. Oh, god damn... here it is!" I blasted my morning load into him, letting him feel my cock swelling and jumping as it sprayed. When it finally settled, I could sense his relief that it was over.

"Damn you're good, baby," I cooed into his ear. "Now keep your ass nice and tight while I slip out. I want you to squeeze out every drop." I felt him trying to comply, but I laughed to myself when my cock slid out with a wet noise. His ass-hole was hanging wide open after a whole night of being plugged by my thick shaft. My cum was rolling out and running down his balls.

I dropped down on the bed next to him and ruffled his hair. "Good job, baby. You're a damn nice piece of ass. Now just clean me up and then you probably need to head out. I've got stuff to do today."

He looked up at me, pale and shaking. "What? Clean you up?"

"Sure." I pointed down at my slimy black dick. "You gotta finish the job. Get your mouth on it and suck it clean."

He was exhausted and defeated. He crawled between my legs without saying a word and took ahold of my dick—which was still semi-plump—and lowered his face down with an expression of disgust. I was soft enough that he was actually able to get a fair amount in his mouth.

"That's it, baby. Just nurse on it nice and easy. Daddy gave you all his loads and now you get to do something nice for him in return, right? You just take your time and make it feel special." While I was talking, I picked up my phone from the nightstand and started videoing him. I got great shots of him slowly sucking me in. "That's good, baby. Now take care of my balls." I let him suck my nuts for several minutes while I traded text messages with Andre.

Finally I patted him on the head. "That's good, baby. Thanks. You can go ahead and get dressed and head out." He practically dragged himself into the living room and pulled on his clothes, and I was laughing to myself at just how totally fucked he looked with his hickies and wild hair and the way he was almost bow-legged when he walked.

I didn't say a word about it when he turned around and I saw a big wet spot on his khaki shorts right under his asshole. I wondered how many people would get to see that he had cum running out of his ass.

Just as he stepped out the door, I called after him. I held up my phone. "Oh, hey Tommy. Andre is stayin' with your girl till you get there to make sure she's safe. They've had a long night and he's doin' you a favor, so you oughtta stop and grab some coffee for `em on your way. He likes his black."

He didn't answer... just kept looking down while he nodded and then turned and limped away.