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============================================================= At 45, an unmarried white man, I live with my 16-year step old son, Justin. Justin's best friend Christopher and I would mess around a little from time to time. I have a pool table in my home and have spent hundreds of hours playing pool with Justin, Christopher, and several of their friends, girls and guys. I didn't like it so much when their girlfriends are there, but what can you do, right?
Since Christopher was living at the house (he stays in Justin's room) we would play pool almost every night. I think most of the time they will tease me and take off their shirts when they play. They know I am gay, but I don't think they know how much I adore their bodies. And they do have beautiful physics. Justin is a little shorter, but well built. I mean he could lift me up and twirl me around. Justin's feet are huge, and he rarely wears shoes, almost never a shirt, and just boxers around the house. Christopher ended up wearing the same outfits as Justin. Literally, they shared clothes. Both Justin and Christopher have 30" waists and would wear those damn basketball shorts all the time. It's fine by me. Christopher had already gotten a great blowjob from me, so he knew what is always on my mind.
Christopher was in the room alone with me he doing things to tease me like pinch his nipples and give me those puppy dog eyes and grin a little when he sees I'm hard. He knows what buttons to push. He knows how to make me hot for him.
Justin has no idea that I sucked Christopher's big black dick and it stayed that way for a little while. I would tease back sometimes because I knew Christopher liked getting his cock down my willing throat.
It wasn't a week later when Christopher and myself were in the house alone because Justin was now working at McDees and wouldn't be home till much later.
"Hummm" I thought. "Should I?" And that little devil on my shoulder stabbed the fuck out of my neck and asked me what I was waiting for. Yup, I went for it.
Christopher was laying in his boxers on the bed reading, butt up. I asked him if he wanted me to kick his ass in a game of pool.
"I'm not so sure you can kick my ass, but I'll play ya". Christopher said with a grin.
"Let's do this" I said, trying to sound like I truly wanted to only play pool.
We went to the second floor where the game room is and started a game of 8 ball. I often wonder why the game 8 ball is to try to save the black ball till the end then knock it into a hole. Someone should come up with a pool game where the 8 ball is the one to smack all of the other balls around the table until he is the only one left standing, and the winner. But I digress.
During the game Christopher teased me constantly. During my shot he would stand directly in front of where I was aiming and put the tip of the pool stick in front of him with the bottom of the stick between his legs and run his hand up and down the tip while licking his lips.
"Now tell me how that's not cheating" I said.
He had no reply. He wouldn't do this every shot but teased me in several ways like to get down low to the table and stare at me intently running his tongue in his mouth like he was sucking someone off. (You know what I mean).
I couldn't take being this hard for this amount of time and halfway through the game laid my stick on the table and said:
"Okay, Let the real game begin".
Christopher didn't hesitate. He pulled his basketball shorts (no underpants) down and laid his big black cock on the table.
"Aight then, let's play boy. You know what you want. Come get it bitch".
Damn. I was hard as a rock and immediately dropped to my knees to the side of him with my willing mouth open and ready.
Christopher then said "What you doin bitch? Did I tell you to do that?"
"No", "I mean, ahh... No Sir"
Chris: "That's right bitch. You my bitch daddy and you'll do what I say when I tell you. Aight?"
"Yes Sir" I said. "How can I please you Sir?"
I thought this was going to be like the first time, but he was really into this role play and I was very willing for him to do anything he wanted with me. Christopher: "Take off all your clothes, everything."
Christopher then removed all the balls from the table pushing them into the holes.
"Get up on the table bitch".
I did. I didn't know how he wanted me to position myself, so I just sat on the edge.
"Lay on your back bitch".
I did, and quickly too. He was so serious sounding it just made me harder and my cock (which I'm rather proud of), stood at attention leaning toward me a bit.
What he did next surprised the hell out of me. Christopher took the 8 ball and started to put it into my mouth.
"I just wanted to see how it would fit my bitch" Chris said.
Chris then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me, so my neck was on the edge and my mouth was even with his now hard cock. The 8 ball was still in my mouth.
"Tell me how dis feel bitch"
Chris started to whack me in my face with his now rigid 9" cock. That hurt but like in a good way. He was getting harder and harder.
"Okay bitch, you gunna get it now" He said.
Christopher tool the ball out of my sore mouth and pulled me down the table by my arms till my head was hanging off of the edge of the pool table. It was the perfect height for him to fuck my face.
I'm a great cock sucker, have been for years and I'm proud to be able to take a large cock into my throat to the balls and not gag. I love to do that because the extra tightness of my throat really makes guys go crazy. It wasn't a skill I came naturally to, but one I learned over the years. I've never had someone face fuck me on a pool table, but I was willing, excited, and hard. I was on my back and he commented how hard I became.
"My bitch wants this bad, don't you?"
Me: "Yes Sir, I do"
Chris then started to put his cock into my mouth slowly, and went deeper and deeper, pulling it out all the way then putting it a little deeper. I was in heaven. he teased my mouth like this for a few minutes then said:
"Make it good and wet all the way down so you can suck it deep like you did it last time."
I did. I came up with all of the saliva I could to get his whole cock slick and wet. I started to suck his balls wrapping my tongue around those delicious boy balls. He stopped, slapped my in the face and said:
"Did I tell you to do that bitch, or are you making your own decisions now? I'll tell you what to to and when bitch".
"No Sir, um, I mean yes Sir, you make decisions not me. I'm sorry Sir".
Christopher: "That's right bitch. I ain't gunna tell you again".
He put his cock into my mouth, but this time he went all the way. I wasn't quite ready for the thrust, and he went to his balls. I had a good 9 inches of dick in my throat and loved it. Chris went in and out fucking my mouth taking all the pleasure he could from my throat.
"Fuck yeah bitch daddy. I like this. You making me harder".
Chris then wrapped his hands around my throat like he wanted me to choke, but I didn't. He was feeling his cock in my throat and was making it tighter where the head of his cock was inside my neck. As he did this, I could tell he was enjoying feeling his cock in my throat.
Chris: "Bitch, you got some skills with my dick". "I aint had anyone take it like this".
Chris fucked my throat hard for what seemed a really long time. He would pinch my throat with his thumbs when he could feel it going deeper. He would massage the head of his gorgeous cock in my throat. (I didn't know you could do that, but here was Chris teaching me something new) This felt wonderful to me. A beautiful black boy taking advantage of my throat. Oh yeah, I liked this. He pushed in deeper and deeper and his rhythm picked up and worked my mouth even harder then it's ever been worked before. Yeah, I did gag a couple of times, mainly so I could keep on breathing and thought what is he cums while he is really deep in my throat, is the cum going to go into my lungs? I really didn't care but was about to find out. Every minute or so he would pull me further off the table so now my shoulders we off the edge. This was so his big hard cock could get the full benefits of my mouth.
Chris then pulled all the way out and turned around, saying "Lick my ass bitch, clean it good".
He pushed his asshole on my mouth and moved up and down saying:
"Yeah my bitch. That's it.", "Deeper bitch, stick that tongue out far and eat my hole".
I, of course wanted to please Sir. I reached around and stroked him and pulled him harder on my face. I pulled his balls, which he liked, and stroked that 9 inch black cock as best as I could. He spun around and said:
"Damn, my bitch wants me to cum?"
"Yes Sir, I do Sir".
"Open your mouth bitch cause you gunna get my seed in you".
"He punched his cock into my mouth all the way to his balls, and while feeling his cock head he started to cum.
"Fuck yeah, here it comes bitch", and drove his cock as far as he could into my mouth. He didn't pull back this time, but cum came spurting out of his throbbing cock and I just swallowed and swallowed. (As if I had a choice). He came and came, damn this was good. I could see him thrust his head back as he tried to get in further. Chris then pulled out and shoved it back in again, giving me a second to catch some air. I also had the chance to taste his thick white cum still spurting out of his cock. Damn I loved his taste.
He slowly took his cock out of my mouth. We were both hot and sweating.
I said" "Sir, that was awesome". Chris smiled at me and said it was my turn. He slid me up on the pool table, so I was in the middle. He got up on the pool table himself and said:
"I'm going to take care of my bitch now."
He straddled my body, squatted over my face and started to jerk me off. He stroked me with one hand while twisting the hell out of a nipple. This drove me insane. I raised my head and started to eat his ass and eat it good. Chris slid his bubble butt back and forth on my face and twisted even harder on a nipple. I pulled his ass onto my face raising my head as much as I could driving my tongue deeper feeling Chris pulling on my now-pre-cum slick cock hard and twisting it a bit which made me moan with delight. Once he heard what I responded to, like concentrating on the head and the twisting he did it all the more. Dam, this was feeling good. I was hard as a rock, I loved him twisting my nipples like he was trying to twist them off. My breathing became quickened and I felt I was going to explode.
"I'm gunna cum Sir". I said in an ass-muffled tone.
"I know you are; I can feel you getting ready. Go on my bitch, cum for your Master."
I blew a load hard. My ass left the table as I orgasmed like never before. I shot three times over my chest while Chris didn't miss a beat.
Chris moved off of my face, and when I saw him he was just smiling that beautiful smile he has. He laid next to me and scooped up my cum little by little licking it off of his fingers. I though he was going to make me eat it, but here he was licking and scooping every drop into his mouth. When I was clean, he bent over the table and, while kissing me let all my cum flow into my mouth. Yes, I didn't taste as good as Chris, but it was good. Really good.
We laid there naked for 20 minutes or so, I played with his nipples while he played with his now soft cock. I wanted to keep on going, but I was just wore out.
We heard the front door close. Justin was home. We both jumped off the table and quickly started to dress when Justin came into the room. Chris and I, both half-dressed looked at each other, then to Justin.
"Ummm, hey Justin". Chris said.
=================================================================== What do you think? I love hearing from you. perry.ratliff@mail.com I'm got a great suggestion recently of where this story should go, but like I said in the beginning, this is a true story and it gets even wilder.