MY NAME IS AARRIN: CHRONICLES OF A DICKAHOLIC
CHAPTER I
Hi my name is Aarrin and I am a dickaholic.
I admitted it to myself along time ago that I was a dickaholic. Like the alcoholic loves the drink, baby I love sucking the dick. Can't get enough of it. Like a crack head sucking on a glass dick, I dream about and crave it. I am a healthy, phine ass black man that is addicked to dick. I don't really care about getting my dick sucked. I mean periodically I need it sucked. And periodically I need to fuck or be fucked. But if I suck dick and he cums and I cum: I am sooooo satisfied. And this point in my life I don't want the emotionalism that goes with a relationship. I mean I am 32 yrs. old, making good money and I like me...with a dick in my mouth. I have had and seen too many gay and straight relationships that got bad. I grew with parents that fought constantly broke up; got back together, beat each other. You name it. And these down low fuckas who want to fuck you regularly (sometimes exclusively; hello) lay up at your house hiding from the world and the wife/girlfriend; and then ask for money. Too tired! That's why my current "situation" is perfect for me.
I live in an apartment building with a neighbor who wants, or as he says needs his big fat black 10 inch dick sucked everyday, sometimes twice a day. Nathan Parks is a good looking kind, black man. He's a big man; 45 yrs old and very gentle. When I moved in 3 years ago, he would never look me in eye. He was always friendly, but never looked me in my face. One day NP (he insisted that call him that; others call him Nate) and were in the laundry room alone. We were making nice conversation when I looked up and caught him looking be up and down. You know jock in' me. He quickly turns away, but not before I see a big bulge in his jogging shorts. I am immediately intrigued being a dickaholic and all. I thought what the fuck, go for it. And I did. I made eye contact, slyly licked my lips and with a true dicksucking grin said "there's a key under the planter outside my door; use it anytime. No strings NP." And I walked away. As I am riding up in the elevator, I thought either he will or he won't. Whatever he does he won't blab to other tenants. And he won't tell his wife either. She is nice, but nosey as hell; always questioning me about my comings and goings, and my company. I have many friends both male and female, so she can't figure me out.
CHAPTER II
"You know you have been in this building for a few years, and you have never invited us over for cocktails" said Deanna Parks. She was a slim, very attractive black woman and she was NP's wifey. "You are always entertaining folks but never extending the olive branch to your 5th floor neighbors" she smiled hard through clinched teeth. NP said nothing.
"I will have to correct that Mrs. Parks" I said smiling hard through clinched teeth.
"Oh no you didn't call me Mrs. Parks" she snapped "I am not that much older than you! You call me De like everyone that knows me. I won't have any other way" she said over her shoulder as she got on the elevator. As the doors closed NP looked up and smiled. What she doesn't know is that her husband had visited my place without her. He visits me every morning before goes to work.
About a month after the laundry room invite, I found a note slipped under my door. It said "Okay; see you in the morning - NP." Man of few words I thought. He is a city engineer so he leaves for work early in the morning, 4am. The first morning he left his apartment and took the stairs down to my place. He used the key came in, woke me up gently by nudging me. There he stands naked from the waist down, with this hard and swollen dick for me suck. A thick, soft spoken man of few words, he whispered "wake up, time to go work". And I did. I slowly and eagerly suck that fat dick until he comes. He shoots big load in the back of my throat and keeps his dick in my mouth for me to suck and swallow. When he is done, I clean his dick thoroughly, getting every drop. He puts on bright white boxers and his pants, whispers "have a good day" and he's gone. That's it.
We have perfected the routine with frequency. He doesn't want me out of the bed when he gets there. He doesn't want me up, with lights on or watching TV. He doesn't me want to be in any other part of the apartment waiting for him. He wants me in the bed so that he can wake me with dick.
Some mornings he will come a little earlier to catch me really asleep so that he can wake me by sliding his dick in my mouth. He said "I want this dick to be the first thing you see and do every morning". Some mornings he will tell me to get out the bed and get on my knees to suck it. Some mornings he gets on top, holds my head in his big hands and gently pumps his hard dick in and out until he's done. Other times he will say "sit your ass on the floor"; I know this means sit on the floor by the bed and put my head back on the mattress; he then pins my hands with his knees and fucks my throat. I am highly skilled dick sucker (been sucking since age 12) so I know how to breath with his big dick down my throat and control the gag reflex. He'll say "shit this is like fucking pussy". Then other mornings I look in his eyes, raise my head slightly for him to position me, he approaches me, pushes his dick in my mouth, pumps hard and grunts until he cums. He always cums. It usually takes 10-15 minutes and he is gone.
What do I get out of this arrangement you ask? We don't talk about any other part of personal life; just the oral exchange (no strings remember). I mean beside the pleasure of sucking good dick everyday? This man pays my rent! Sweet cause I would suck his dick for free. And I told him that. He said that what I do for him is more valuable than money. So I don't argue. I just keep sucking the dick.
CHAPTER III
Eight months into our "situation" I noticed that something had been going on with him. He would come in and sound and act rough. Not violent, but just rougher than usual. He had been pushing my head back and fucking my mouth harder. And talking more, which I didn't mind, but he said stuff that he didn't normally say like " hmm that's right, suck that big dick", " yea you like sucking dick bitch", "come on swallow this dick" as he shoved it deeper down my throat. And he took longer now. One morning I sucked his dick for an hour. My jaws, face and throat were hurting when he left that morning. Now I didn't mind this new shit, but it was not the same. But like I said earlier, we don't talk about our lives and shit. No strings.
Then one morning he really did some new shit. He was on top of me with his dick in my mouth looking in my eyes as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth; he reached down and grabbed my dick. That had never happen. I couldn't say anything because my mouth was full dick; I was shocked and turned on. He knew it because my dick got harder and I was sucking harder and deeper. He then moves his hand to my wet, hungry hole. My "boipussy" as he called it. He found it, caressed it and stuck in a thumb. I winced with pain and pleasure. "Hmm, you like that shit don't you?" he asked never taking the dick out of my mouth. "Talk to me baby" he kept saying pushing the dick and thumb deeper "talk boy" he growled. I didn't know what to do, I had this 275 lbs, 6''3' man on my chest with that phat, hard 10 inch dick shoved down my throat and with his big thumb up my ass. I couldn't push the dick out of my mouth because he was bucking with all his strength and my hands were under his knees. So I started trying talk, mouth full of dick and all. "Aggh-hmm-gahg" I said. This broke my oral/air flow and I started to gag. He loved this shit! He pulled his thumb out of my pussy and increased the speed and force of his dick thrust in my mouth. He took his big ass thumb and put it in my already full and stretched mouth along with his dick. "Taste your hot pussy boy". Shit I was going wild and so was he. He was pumping, face and throat fucking me like he was banging pussy. His big ass balls were on my firkin chin. I was moanin, mumbling, gaggin and taking the dick like a mad ole bitch. My mouth was stretched open so wide, and he was trying to go deeper. I think the fool was trying to get his big balls in my mouth too. When he came he hollered. I came too. Without touching my dick I came; came hard. I thought, shit I just had an organism like a fucking woman. He came so hard; my mouth was full like I was drinking a fuckin beer. He didn't take dick out of mouth after he came either. He was still hard. He just sat on my chest look down at me smiling. He said "you look damn good with dat dick in your mouth...keep feedin on it boy". I was tired as hell, but I did. When he pulled out he was still hard. He stood up and began to pull on his boxers. When he turned around that big dick was peeking out of the dick slit in the bright white shorts. I just lost it. Before I knew it I was on my knees on that dick. He was startled. At first he pushed my head and said "no, no, I gotta go to work baby" but I kept sucking like a hungry fool. Before I knew it he was holding my head, slowly fucking my throat again. He said `shit you on this dick again; can't get enough?". I now knew I needed to try to talk. "Hmg-hgem-wawa" I said and he went off. He started pounding away with the big stick in my mouth, holding my head steady trying to choke me with the dick. I loved this shit. He said "this is good throat pussy". The second cumming took another 45 minutes. I was delirious and lost track of all space and time. My jaws, throat and lips all hurt so good. I couldn't believe how good his dick tasted. He pulled out still hard. I kept looking at the dick, licking my lips, tasting his cum as he put the dick back in those bright white boxers. He looked good and so did the dick. "Hmm no more" he smiled, I gotta go boy". Zipping his pants, shit still hard, he said "have a good day" and was gone.
CHAPTER IV
I work from home so I am usually there during the day. The building is pretty empty for the most part. So I was startled when someone knocked on my door. When I answered it was my neighbor across the hall, Mr. Franklin. Frank, as he told me to call him was in his late 40s, tall, a stocky jet black man with a slight beer gut. Not really friendly, but pleasant. "How you doing" he said smiling broadly showing a beautiful set a white teeth with a gap that I had never notice before "I hate to bother but can I come in talk to you for minute."
I said sure, realizing that I had never noticed his teeth before because he never smiled. "Have a seat" I offered. "No, I prefer to stand" he said nicely. So I sat down.
"Well" he began, "I've learned something very disturbing about one of the tenants in the building. I'm coming to you because you are young and smart and will know exactly how to deal with it."
"Hmm, okay" I said not following him.
"Well" he began again, shifting his weight and spreading his legs apart as he stood in my living room, "it seems that Nathan Parks has been entering your apartment every morning before he leaves for work. I see him through my peep hole" he said shifting his weight again, spreading his legs further apart. "Before I confront Parks or his wife I thought I would come to you with this troubling situation...so, so we could develop a plan. Maybe you should call the authorities about this? Parks must really be out of his mind sneaking in and out of your apartment early every morning. I figured you must not know since you hadn't complained and all. I tell you I am just shocked" he said reaching down and moving his dick, which was now visibly hard in his jeans.
"I'm not sure how you want to handle this but I thought you would want to "get on it' right away before I said something to Parks or his wife. That would be soooo embarrassing."
Motherfucka! I thought. This fat bastard knows what's been going on.
"Well" he began again "one option is" as he slowing unzipped his jeans " err I mean what you may do is let me poke around and maybe I can find out what is making Mr. Parks do this terrible thing. He is nice guy, quiet and minds his own business usually. It must really be something good in here that keeps him coming back!"
By now he had unfastened his jeans and pulled out this great big, fat shiny monster dick! I mean he couldn't get it out with opening his pants. He had to reach down in shorts to pull it out. It bobbed up and down and pulsated when he let it go. "What do you wanna do now?" he asked, legs apart, feet firmly planted, hands on hips, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well" I began "you certainly have presented me with a BIG problem to tackle; I wonder what I should do?"
He smiled even wider "why don't come over here and we can work on this BIG problem together" he replied. This fool is clever I thought.
"Well" I continued "to tell the truth Mr. Parks rents space and consultation services here daily and pays a monthly contractual fee. As you know I work from home as a Consultant. I don't want to jeopardize our contractual arrangement", I said not moving; knowing I wanted fall to my knees and suck the dick. Don't be a greedy ho, I thought.
"I suggest you talk to Mr. Parks about it and see how he responds; being that you are concerned and all."
The twisted, kinky grin quickly left his black face. "Hmm, the consulting services here must be damn good if Parks is paying for it. You must be taking a whole lot of dick!"
I said without emotion "Hmm um, fuck you Mr. Franklin".
He smiled as he put his big limp dick back in his pants "that's my plan boy" he said. He turned and left.
Damn. Aarrin, the true dickaholic, wanted to suck that big black dick! But I didn't want to blow my thing with Nate. Our thing wasn't a relationship, but it was consistent like a relationship. He gave me what I needed; I gave him what he needed. Fuck black ass Mr. Franklin.
That evening, I was nervous as hell. I kept looking out the window to see Nate coming in. He usually came home at about 6:30 pm. I saw that fucka Frank out in front of the building sitting in his truck smoking. His black ass wife didn't let him smoke in the house. Nate came walking up the sidewalk like clockwork. Mr. Franklin called from his truck and motioned for Nate to come over. My heart stopped. That bastard was calling my bluff. Shit!
I didn't sleep that night. I woke up at 4am waiting for Nate. He didn't come. He didn't come the next morning either; or the next. I didn't see Mr. Franklin's black ass either. A whole week went by with nothing. It was over. Damn. I wished we could have talked or had one last time or something. I was going miss the dick. But the more I thought about I was going to miss Nate the person. I didn't know him well, but I trusted him. That sounds stupid I know. How the fuck do you trust a niggard you don't even know? I trusted him and I was missing him. Missing him bad!
CHAPTER V
A month had passed. I woke every morning at 4 or 5 am like clockwork and jacked off. Shit, I had to do something with my time. I was suffering from withdrawal. I hadn't seen NP in the building. I had seen De, who still tried to work me to get in my villa. At least we were still in same space I thought. Shit, I was missing and mourning this like a damn relationship. I didn't like that part of it. I had thought hard about finding some other steady dick. I even thought about sucking black ass Frank's dick. But I couldn't get NP out of my mind.
Then without warning, I was awakened one morning to a familiar voice, "wake up baby, you got a whole lot work to do". I turn over and opened my eyes to see my neighbor standing there with big dick in hand. "Don't move he growled, smiling and stroking that big dick. I got a surprise for you. I lay there smiling, dick hard as a rock, ready, willing and waiting.
The next thing I know in walks Mr. Franklin's black ass. That big dick swingin, butt ass naked, smiling with that gap in his mouth.
I looked up at Nate and said "what the fuck?"
He just stroked his dick and smiled "trust me, you won't regret it."
That morning was strange. Nate was clearly in charge of this operation. "Baby get on your knees he gently commanded. I did. He moved close with that dick that I had missed so much in my face. "Suck the dick slow baby; show Frank how we do it". I was too dickmerized to care about that fool Mr. Franklin. I took the dick in my mouth and I almost came instantly. I tasted so good. Clean and sweet/musty like I remembered. I slowly and deeply sucked it like it last meal from this vessel.
He moaned and pumped gently. "Damn baby, did you miss it?" I open my mouth to mumble and he slid in deeper. This was like home.
He held my head in his big hands and pumped the big dick in and out. I looked up, mouth full of dick, like an obedient bitch in a porn movie. He looked down at me and he said "You know you like you some dick! That's why our neighbor here is going help me give you what really want, need and deserve. Two big dicks every morning, sometimes at noon and sometimes at night. We gonna see just how much dick you stand baby? He never stops pumping that dick. I never stop sucking it. I know my eyes rolled in the back my head with joy and satisfaction. I wanted to suck Franks big dick too, but not at the risk of loosing my regular big dick. My nigga. Shit, being a loyal dick sucking ho paid off! I was gonna get twice the dick now I thought. A dickaholics dream!
Nate kept pumping harder and faster. He was talking more nasty shit than I had ever heard him say. "That's right, suck that big dick. I can tell you missed it. You didn't give my throat pussy away did you? That's right take the dick boy." I'm mumbling and gagging, now reared back on my knees with my hands behind me, bracing myself as he strattles my shoulders, gripping my head with his hands, with his whole dick down my throat. I am in dickaholic heaven! Being savagely and masterfully throated fucked by a nigga, who I can only assume don't get his dick sucked right at home. I don't fucking care about why he is here. I just know that he is here and I missed this shit.
"That's right. Suck all this big dick baby. I missed this pussy." He is deep dicking me like he is dog in heat, trying to knock the back of my fucking head out with his fat ass pole. I'm thinking he did miss it, but also he is showing Frank's black ass who is in charge; who owns this.
I'm gasping for air, choking on dick, spit, precum, dick juice, what the fuck ever. Then that nigga stopped, slowly pulled his dick out, and shoved it back in and busted a great big ass nut in down my throat all in one smooth ass move. He just held my head tight pumping cum down my throat. I was weak and sweaty and so was he. He pulled his dick out of mouth and looked down at me and said "damn you know you can suck a niggas dick; my shit is going limp and I ain't got no cum left in me. Shit you drain my damn balls dry. You did good baby."
Just as I open my mouth to speak Frank stepped up, grabbed my head stuck his dick in my open mouth. He said "shut the fuck up and use that mouth for what it's for; a dickhole." And away he went. No warning. No talk. Just more big ole' black hard dick. Frank's dick tasted good I must admit. His thrusts were slow, deliberate and deep. Almost mechanical. He talked nastier, meaner than Nate.
"Boy I knew were a dick hoe when you first moved in here", I been wanting fuck you hard you for years. Now after I fuck you in your mouth, I'm gonna give you this big dick in your hot pussy, then I'm gonna fuck your mouth again. You understand. I opened my mouth to mumble and he held my head tighter and said "shut the fuck up boy, all I want to hear is you lapping and sucking my fat dick. No talking. If your mouth is open there's suppose to be a dick in it! He continued with his mechanical deep pumps. I'm gonna fuck you every which but loose baby. Believe it."
And he did just that.
CHAPTER VI
When he finished it had been 3 ½ hours that he was in me, on top of me, pumping and prodding like a fool digging for gold. Frank's black ass had a lot of stamina. He didn't run out of energy or cum. He had come twice in my mouth, once in m my boipussy and one "mini cum" he jacked as he finger fucked me with four fingers. He kept stickin his fingers in reaching as far up in me as he could. I think he wanted to fist me, but he didn't. Thank God. He was fascinated with fucking me then shoving his big, wet dick back in my mouth. He did that at least 100 fucking times. And he didn't run out of dirty things to say either. I have never been so many dick sucking, hoe, black bitch, cunt, faggots as I was that morning.
The last time he came he said was my treat for me to "drink up for protein" he laughed. After I licked the cum off of his dick. I lay on the bed. Shit, I felt like a used up ho that day. I had been in every position that there was. My neck my, by back, my pussy and my crack all hurt that day! He was still talking shit as he got dressed. "I might come back here in a few hours to give you some more dick" he said in a low, sinister voice. "Bet you will be ready for some more then you dick loving bitch."
I just moaned. I couldn't talk. My throat was stinging. I had not had any other liquid besides cum, fed to me from two different dicks for the past four hours. I was just weak. Dickaholic down I thought.
"Yea" that black fool continued "you got Parks turned out, paying your rent and only getting a blowjob once a day. I'm not paying a motherfucking dime and I'm gonna fuck you everyday three times a day if I want to. You hear me boy. Or I'm gonna tell that bitch upstairs about her husband getting his dick sucked by his neighbor." Before he left, he wet his fingers and finger fucked me one more time for the road. He rammed his hard stubby fingers in and out, commanding me to jack off until I came. It seemed like it took forever.
I did not like Frank. The dick was good, but was a mean, black bastard. All that day as a laid there recuperating, I just thought I don't want him in me or on me or anything else.
That night, Nate sneaked in. Scared the shit out me. I thought he was Frank. He walked in and said "We ain't doing that no more; fuck his black ass. I'm so sorry I let that happen. He won't bother you again." And that was all. The next morning he was there like clockwork...alone. But we didn't do anything. He just whispered "have a good day". I appreciated the break.
CHAPTER VII
We have continued to do our thing for the last 2 years. Shit, he even fucks me periodically and comes over at night. He continues to pay my rent even though he doesn't have to. We still don't talk about our personal lives. We just fuck. And that works for both of us.
I don't know what NP said to Mr. Franklin's black ass, nor do I care. That black fucka don't even look my way. He doesn't speak unless he is with his black ass wife. Then he smiles and speaks. Punk motherfucka. He hasn't been back to door. But I know he watches Nate come in and leave every morning. I know that that big black dick is hard as rock when thinks about what he is missing. I know he's mad that NP is giving me all kind dick and he gets nada.
But, I am realistic. I know who I am. And with a big dick right across the hall I know that I could still slip and fall on the dick. If I am not careful, I will be on my knees sucking that dick before I know it. Because at the end of each and every the day I recite my truth: My name is Aarrin and I am a dickaholic.