Nothing Special Series

Nothing Special

Chapter 1

There's nothing really special about me. I'm like all the kids in Lake Wobegon: above average. I grew up in the suburbs of a major city, my parents are on their first marriage, and I'm the eldest of three children. I have two younger sisters. I kept a B+ average in high school and a B average in college. I was good at sports, but never great. Like most of the guys at school, I had a couple of girlfriends that never put out and a few male friends that disappeared after high school. In college, I figured out that guys were a lot more fun to play with than girls and they went all the way every time. There was no pretense. Everyone got off and everyone had a good time.

I went to a religious college where we were prohibited from smoking, drinking, taking drugs, or getting some hot sex from the coeds. Of course, that stopped no one. The men who were aghast at anyone who broke those rules were the ones I wound up targeting. They were so uptight that they'd welcome a good blowjob anytime it was offered. After all, the rules said, no sex with girls unless you were married to her. That clearly left the field wide open to a black, gay man like me.

Men in their late teens and early 20s were easy targets. Their nuts were always full and always near a boil. Anything, including a shift in the wind, made their dicks hard. It was especially obvious in a situation where they were naked or nearly naked, like during the required PE courses or inter-mural sports. Dorm against dorm was a common set-up for inter-mural. Getting some good dick was so easy!

My skills got better and better at picking out men who could be talked into a blowjob or a hot fuck. They seemed to have an abiding curiosity about what it was like to be with a black man, how big was his dick, and how hungry was his ass?

In these modern times, you had to be living under a rock not to know that gay men existed. But, few men know how good we are at blowjobs, fucking, and getting fucked. We're always ready for another sexual experience. During my college years, I cultivated a stable of sexually starved men who needed my services on a regular basis. They ran the gamut of their range of needs; and their color, height, year in school, or social status meant nothing.

With all these men, I should have been able to find one that was more into me than my dick or my ass or mouth. I guess they were so uptight about the whole sex thing that they couldn't imagine themselves involved full-time with a man. Some of them had girlfriends who didn't put out. They were the most desperate. Other's had girlfriends who did put out, but not often enough or were "indisposed" during certain times of the month. That's when they'd come around for a ball draining.

I didn't mind at all. Truthfully, I'm a cum-pig. Does that make me special? Not in my experience. Even these "straight" men would suck me off, and I know they loved my cream. Most of them mentioned how good I tasted. A few ate my ass, about half of them fucked me, but very few allowed me to fuck them.

In that sense, I guess I am special. I have a thick 10" dick with a big head on it. My bull nuts are quite large and store a larger than average load, if the blowjobs I gave in college are any measure. My body is muscular, but not anything like a body builder. I have more of a swimmer's build, I'd guess.

For a graduation present, my parents gave me a month-long trip to Europe. I generally stayed at youth hostels where I got more sex than I did in college. I guess a black man with a big dick is something special there. I never lacked for companionship. And staying at those places allowed me to meet a lot of interesting people who had been to amazing places that they recommended that I see while I was in Europe.

But, sadly, the month was over far too soon and I had to start my real job that my new employer had graciously agreed to let me start working in mid-July instead of right after graduation. My boss was a nice enough guy, mostly laid-back, and personable. He showed me what I needed to do, set me beside someone who used to do the same job, but had been promoted. She was very kind to me and was beyond obvious that she wanted to sleep with me because she'd heard that black men have amazing skills in bed. I think she believed the myth that all black men are hung like stallions. My experience clearly shows that she's incorrect on that. I've blown several black men and they generally had average dicks. However, I was amazed at one black dick that was much bigger than mine. But, that's another story.

I lied to my co-worker and told her that I was in a relationship, but I appreciated her interest in me.

We worked in the administrative section of a large medical practice. There were 14 doctors, all of them family practitioners. My duties included staffing the front desk where patients checked in. I confirmed their insurance carrier and their current address. If there was a co-pay, I took their money and gave them a receipt. It was a well-run practice and everyone seemed to get along well. My college degree in anthropology was pretty well wasted here. I knew that when I got the degree. But, my interest couldn't be dissuaded. However, I did get a minor in business administration, so that's one of the reasons I got the job. It helped that my mom had worked there as a nurse before she moved on to be a supervising nurse at one of the local hospitals.

After I graduated from college and started my job, I joined a local gym. The first day I was there, I knew I was going to enjoy working out there. Okay, that's a lie. The working-out was like any other gym, but the benefits before and after were outstanding. Hardly a day went by that I didn't get my rocks off with someone who wanted to blow me or bent over for me to fuck them. It was an eclectic group of men, all shapes and sizes, and all hungry for sex. Some required condoms, many did not. I accommodated their wishes, unless they wanted to fuck me. Then, a condom was required. However, that event was rare.

Despite my bubble butt, most men wanted to eat my ass and then get fucked, not fuck me. If I were making the rules, and I wasn't, I'd have had something closer to a 50/50 arrangement where I got fucked as much as I fucked someone. However, when you're hung, nearly everyone wants to sit on or blow your dick. As long as I nutted, I was good to go.

You'd think that in a medical practice as large as the one I worked in that I'd see a lot of hot men who might have an interest in me. There were many hot men, but none of them showed an interest. I think it was the medical setting that put them off. They didn't know that I didn't have access to any medical records, so I didn't know why the men were there or what their medical conditions were.

But, I was getting great sex at the gym, so I wasn't all that disappointed in what my job didn't deliver. And I wouldn't fuck with any of the people I worked with, either. Two of the doctors were gay and both were married to their boyfriends. Two of the guys in the lab were gay, but they were also spoken for. I did go out on weekends to see what was available, and I generally scored, but I still wasn't finding what I wanted.

So, what did I want?

I wanted a man, not a child, or a nelly man. I'd enjoyed the company of several "daddies", but they weren't available for more than a little fun in the showers, sauna, or steam room at the gym. I'd tried a couple of daddies at the local gay bars, but the few I hooked up with had issues I didn't want to deal with for more than one evening of debauchery.

So, I continued to play around at the gym and scored most weekends at the bars. It wasn't like I was holding out for the man of my dreams. I'd have exploded, if I were doing that!

And it wasn't like I wanted to be kept. That's not my style. I wouldn't mind connecting with a man who had assets, but I wasn't going to turn down one that didn't. The guy had to have a presence about him that exuded confidence without being arrogant. He needed to have a good body, but didn't have to have a great one; nor did he need to be a gym bunny. That too often showed his narcissistic side. You get right down to it, I wanted a regular guy. Nothing special. I didn't need him to be of any particular race, color, or general type. If the daddy I wanted was white, I could go with that. And if this fantasy relationship was going to last, he had to have a dick big enough to satisfy my black ass. However, an average dick or bigger would suit me perfectly.

After more than a year at my new job, I was beginning to wonder if I were going to be a serial monogamist for the rest of my life. I was impatient to find a man to play with on a more permanent basis. I thought about going out more frequently, but I didn't want to appear to be a bar-troll. So, I kept my journeys to the bars to once a week, but rotated the days. And I did continue to service the men at the gym. I wasn't going to wait for Mr. Right, when Mr. Right-Now was available on a daily basis.

I lived downtown, not far from the area where most of the gay bars were located. I had an older car, but it was parked most of the time. My job was a few miles away, but mass transit was the best option to get there. And I didn't want to drive after I'd been to the bars. I'm not a hard drinker. My beverage of choice is wine. I've never developed a taste for beer, and hard liquor gives me a headache and upsets my stomach, so I avoid them. But, I can still get pretty blasted on wine, so I don't drive. Either the bus or mass transit gets me close enough to my apartment that I can walk the last couple of blocks.

On a warm Spring Friday evening, I walked to my favorite bar. Two of the bartenders I'd fucked with before and enjoyed were staffing the bar tonight. Both of them loved to get pounded by my big dick, so I took them back to my place a few times. Unfortunately, neither of them held any potential as husband or boyfriend material. They were merely good fucks. I got my usual glass of wine and surveyed the collection of men. Three friends of mine were there, so we formed a small conversation group and tried to shout to each other over the loud music. I'd not fucked with any of them, but they were nice enough men that I enjoyed chatting with. I wasn't their type or they weren't my type. Nothing sexual or romantic ever transpired with them. I didn't know, nor did I care, if they hooked up with each other.

As the hour approached midnight, a tall, daddy-looking, white guy walked tentatively through the door. As is usual, everyone checked him out. He was definitely my type. Before the trolls could get to him, I walked quickly over to him and introduced myself. He had a killer smile and he quickly relaxed as we exchanged names. I offered to get him something from the bar and he suggested something non-alcoholic. "It's not that I'm an alcoholic or a recovering one," he said. "But, I prefer to have more control over what I'm doing, plus I'm a light-weight when it comes to alcohol. I get blitzed pretty quickly."

One of my recovering alcoholic friends always went with cranberry juice and soda. So, I suggested that to him. He said it sounded good and walked with me to the bar. One of my former fucks smiled and immediately made the requested drink. After we turned back to the rest of the room, he asked, "Is it always this loud?"

I nodded that it was. "But, there is a quieter corner over there. I think the speaker may be broken." We made our way over there and stood next to a table that had three men sitting at it. Moments later, they got up and left. We quickly appropriated it for our use.

With our heads together, we sat next to each other to compensate for the loud music. Additional conversation revealed that this delicious looking daddy was just coming out of a relationship of seven years. The other guy was sleeping around and that wasn't part of the agreement they had. He was particularly pissed because they barebacked with each other and with this other guy fucking around with everyone, the chances of catching something was getting to be too much. So, he dumped the guy.

I congratulated him on his good sense. And I told him that I love to bareback, too, but only with other negative men. That's when he brazenly checked me out with his eyes, and then his hands. He kissed me softly and then more ardently. The guy was a great kisser! My hands strayed to his muscular daddy ass and I nearly swooned. I wanted to turn him around, pull down his pants, bend him over and stick my tongue and then my dick up his daddy ass. His hands were exploring my bubble butt, too. They descended inside my pants and caressed my black melons with obvious intent. I sure hoped that meant he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him. My hands performed the same routine on his muscular daddy ass. His hand strayed to the front and stroked my rapidly expanding dick. My hand copied his motions on his dick. I was delighted to find out that he leaks as much precum as I do when he's hard. This could develop into something wonderful!

"Let's go to my place and get better acquainted," he suggested. We left our half-consumed drinks on the table and left. "Is your car nearby?"

"I walked," I replied. "I live only a few blocks away."

"Then, ride with me and we'll go to my house," he smiled and took me by the hand. Two blocks later, we got into his car. He reached over and kissed me gently on the lips. "You are exactly what I want," he smiled. His hand rested on my upper leg. My hard dick was trying to slip out of the leg hole. He moved the fabric so that the head was sticking out. His fingers massaged the spongy head, gathering precum each time he squeezed. Every 20 seconds or so, he'd lick precum from his fingers and then go back for more.

His pants were tented nicely. I unzipped the fly and pulled his hard dick out. I went down on him as he pulled away from the curb. He pushed me away after a few seconds. "Not only are you distracting me, but you have me right on the edge of a climax," he whispered hoarsely. "I want my first load to go up your perfect ass."

"And I want you to breed my ass, but we gotta wear condoms," I sighed.

"You're right," he agreed dejectedly. "But, if you're as good as you look, we'll have to get down to the county health department and get tested. They're open Saturday mornings."

"I love the way you think. You already know I love to bareback and I do want you to fuck me raw," I smiled over at him. "I hope you recover quickly, because I want as many hard, deep fucks as you can deliver. And the more nutt you spray into me, the more I'll want it."

He glanced away from the road just long enough to see that I meant what I said. "I can promise you a lot of cum for that beautiful ass," he smiled at the windshield. "But, you also know that your horse dick is sliding up my ass as often as I can get you hard. And that includes multiple deliveries of sperm."

"You like to get that daddy ass eaten out, too?" I hoped.

"Oh, yeah," he laughed. "And I'm very good at returning the favor."

"Perfect!" I exulted. "I love a hot rim, Steve!"

"This is going to be a lot of fun, Ty," the daddy responded. "We'll be home in a couple more minutes, and then I'm going to ravish you like you've never been fucked before."

I sure hope he meant that. I hadn't been fucked in several weeks, and I was overdue. I only hoped that I didn't pop my load while he pounded my hole. It's been known to happen before, especially when I haven't been fucked in a while.

Steve parked the car in the garage of the house and I followed him into the house. "You'll get the tour later, but right now, I want to tour your beautiful body," Steve said over his shoulder as we headed to the far end of the house. As I followed him, I smiled at the motion of his muscular, daddy ass, the rhythm of his shoulders, and the developing grey hair in his short haircut. I estimated his age to be in the mid-30s based on the smoothness of his face.

In the bedroom, he turned and pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. His hands immediately went to my ass and tugged me closer. Our crotches rubbed. I could feel his thick dick pressing against my crotch. I know he could feel my thick, long tube rubbing against his.

I pulled his shirt off and kissed his neck and nipples. My tongue went farther south, licking at his navel and trying to push my tongue under his belt-line. Steve pulled me up and took my shirt off. He kisses my lips softly and then kisses down my neck. He stopped at my nipples and licked then gently, making them stand up. His tongue worked down my abs, leaving a wet trail. Steve knelt and unfastened my walking shorts, allowing them to hit the floor. I had no underwear on. My hard dick popped up and slid across his left cheek, leaving a slimy trail of precum. His lips engulfed my long phallus and pressed the spongy head against the roof of his mouth. He swallowed my precum that drooled onto his tongue.

I'm getting much too turned on by his tongue. I grab him under his arms and pull him back to his feet. Bringing his face to mine, I kiss him again. Moments later, I'm on my knees, pulling down his pants and his underwear. His thick, cut dick slaps me on my chin. I quickly suck it into my mouth and slurp up the dripping precum. His white dick is as thick as mine, but not as long. However, he is longer than average with a straight dick of about eight inches.

Steve pulls me to my feet less than a minute later. "You'll make me nutt too soon with that talented tongue of yours," he said. "You're so hot that I've been on the edge of a climax several times tonight. I apologize in advance for nutting too fast when I finally get to fuck you."

"In case you've forgotten," I reminded him, "I had to pull you up from your kneeling position pretty soon after you started sucking on my dick. So, I'm going to be in danger of spraying out my load soon after that big dick of yours finds a new home in my black ass."

"I'll take my chances," Steve smiled. We tugged off our pants, tossed our socks and shoes and tumbled into bed. The kissing continued as we rolled around. He was on top, and then I was on top. We moved into a 69-position and sucked dick until both of us had to push away. Then, we started ass eating. Steve is an expert. I couldn't get enough of his tongue and moustache in my ass. He told me that he loved my goatee abrading his hole. He added that he wished I would eat him out all day long.

And then, he laughed. "Well, I'd let you pull that handsome face out of my ass occasionally, but only long enough to use that horse dick on it and cream a load up my hole before you returned to your oral work."

"If only there were some way to do that to each other at the same time, the fucking part I mean. I know we can rim each other at the same time," I clarified. "But, right now, I need that big daddy dick of yours inside me."

With surprising speed, he pushed my legs into my chest. He leaned in for another warm kiss and then kissed down my body. He didn't spend any time on my dick, because he knew I was so close to blasting out a load. But, he did spend some delightful time eating out my asshole. Before I knew it, I was squealing with desire, begging him to fuck me.

He leaned over me and grabbed a condom from the night stand along with a small tube of lube. With everything set, he pressed his fat dick against the deepest part of my ass trench and entered me. I must have winced because he asked if he should pull out. I immediately told him "no!" and grabbed his ass melons and pulled him harder into me. More inches disappeared.

I urged him to fuck me faster, but he did just the opposite. "I'll nutt too soon if you keep that up," he protested. "And stop working your ass muscles on me. That's gonna make me cum, too."

But, I didn't care. I wanted him to pleasure himself as deeply and as hard as he could inside me. I knew I couldn't make him fuck me faster, but I could work my ass muscles into a frenzy on his fat dick. Many men have told me that my ass knows how to suck on a dick so well that I can make them nutt without fucking motions from them. I hoped this would be another one of those instances.

My hands worked on his big ass, enjoying the feel of his muscles tightening and relaxing as he pumped my ass. I thought about how good it would be to smother myself between his ass cheeks and then slide my long, thick dick up his hungry hole. I could tell when I ate his ass out earlier that he had a hole that loved a lot of action.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut and stopped fucking me. I could feel his dick throb inside me. "Damn!" he finally said when he opened his eyes. "I nearly shot my wad."

"Why are you holding back?" I smiled up at him. "You'll get many more shots at my ass tonight."

"I want it to last," Steve replied, "because I love your ass. It's so deep and hungry. And I love looking at your body and how handsome and hot you are."

"That'll still be there when you cum inside me," I reminded him. "Give me your load, Steve. I really need it."

Seconds later, he was pounding my hole, trying to plant his seed as deeply as he could. Unfortunately, the condom was in the way, but he had all the right moves to satisfy my ass. And, it was a good thing that he shot his load when he did. If I hadn't felt his dick jerk so hard inside me, I'm sure I'd have pumped out my creamy load without touching my dick. I was that close!

After his climax, his hips continued to pound my hole, but the stiffness was slowly decreasing. My prostate thanked him for that. If he'd been as hard as he was when he hit his climax, I wouldn't have been able to stop my own cream spraying. A minute later, he pulled out of my ass, tossed the used condom into the trash and then flipped on to his back next to me.

"I hate condoms," he smiled over at me. "I wish I'd been able to fill you up with my load, Ty. I want to feel you skin to skin."

"I'm not a fan either, but I know we have to use them," I agreed. I leaned over and sucked his half-hard dick into my mouth. If I couldn't take his load in my ass, yet, at least I could taste it. His dick continued to shrink, but still rewarded me with more dribbles of his spermy load.

"Before your balls turn blue, I think you should fuck my ass, now," Steve pointed out, pushing me away from his dick. He reached into the drawer of the night stand again and pulled out another Magnum condom and the small tube of lube. "I believe you know how to use these."

I had to laugh at his understatement. "Your ass is MINE!" I crowed. Before I put on the condom, I bent over and ate out his ass. Moments later, he was begging me to fuck him. I decided he needed to "suffer" for a little while longer. However, my dick was so hard that it was hurting and my balls felt like they were turning blue. I needed to nutt soon or I'd burst.

The condom went on quickly and I pushed lube up my ass with one, and then two, and finally three fingers. Steve wiggled his ass and shoved his daddy ass back against my probing fingers. "I need something bigger and longer," he grinned.

In our face to face position, I slowly inserted my very hard dick. His ass tunnel greeted me warmly as his hands that had been resting on my ass pulled me deeper inside him. I had less than two inches left to push in before he pushed back, slowing my pace. "Been a while since you got fucked?" I asked.

"Not that long ago, but it's been nearly a year since I had a big dick like yours up my butt," he replied. "In fact, I'm not sure I've ever had a dick as big as yours up my ass."

I worked my dick slowly deeper. After a couple of minutes, I was all the way in. I made sure he knew how deep I was by making my dick jump several times. "I sure hope we're both negative," I said, enjoying the hungry ass that was massaging my dick. "You have the kinda ass I want to breed, Steve. There's something about you that makes my dick so hard and my nuts boil. But, I'm sure you hear that from all the men you fuck with."

"Not that I've noticed," Steve responded. "In fact, no one has said much of anything about my ass, other than I know how to suck off a dick with my ass muscles."

"And you do know how to do that," I agreed. "I'm right on the edge of a monster climax."

"I'm sure you have a lot more in those big nuts to pump into my ass," Steve smiled up at me. "So, cut lose and fill me up!"

The invitation wasn't necessary. When I'd warned him that I was on the edge of nutting, I was tipping over the edge and my climax was inevitable. With a strangled cry that signaled the first wave of jizz racing the length of my dick, I pumped Steve's ass hard and fast. Maximum pleasure was my goal and Steve's ass was the vehicle for me to hit the peak of joy.

The Magnus condom was filling fast. Despite the reputation of the condom, it was a snug fit. The fucking action on his ass had pushed the condom down so that only half of my dick was covered. That was enough, though, to keep my cream contained. Even as my climax subsided, I fucked his beautiful, daddy ass. I didn't want to stop the hot scene or the pleasure his ass gave me.

When I pulled out and tossed the condom away, Steve said, "I wish you'd been breeding me with that big load you just threw in the trash. Nothing would have escaped my happy ass."

"Tomorrow, Baby. That's when you get your wish and so do I. This isn't a one-way fuck fest," I reminded him. "I get my black ass pounded and bred, too."

Steve kissed me and said, "That's a promise, Baby!"

We used six condoms that evening. The only reason we stopped fucking was because we'd run out of condoms. However, that didn't stop the exchange of sperm. We sucked each other off two more times. The last one was in the shower on Saturday morning.

"The clinic opens at 9:00 a.m.," Steve said. "Let's go to breakfast and then hit the clinic." Not seeing any reason to disagree, I joined him for breakfast. Over the meal, we talked more about ourselves. I found out that he worked at the same hospital that my mom did, but he was a physical therapist. The clinic I worked at was across the street. "After our test results, let's go back to your place, Ty, and get you a few things so you can spend the weekend with me. I'm sure our results will be what we hope for. And bring your clothes for work. We work near to each other, so I can take you there; that is, unless you had other plans for the weekend."

I assured him that I had nothing going on this weekend, other than spending it with him in a variety of sexual positions. When I'd responded that way, he leaned over the table and told me that he rarely barebacked, but he really wanted to do that with me. "And I know you'll find this kinky," I said, "but, I love to bareback and eat out the ass I just seeded."

"You're my kinda pig!" he laughed and then whispered back to me, "I've had little opportunity to do that; but when I did, I loved it!"

I was nervous at the clinic. I'd been tested before, so I knew the routine, but I hadn't been safe all the time since the last test. However, I didn't take any raw dicks up my ass and I was always conscious of my oral health. But, I didn't use a condom when I was fucking other men more than half the time. So, there was a chance that I'd fucked up.

Steve shared the same concerns with me. He hadn't always been a good boy, either. I agreed with him that this was the longest 20 minutes of my life. We were called in individually to get our test results and listen to a short lecture about safe sex. Steve was first. I went in a minute or so after he did. My results were negative and I was so relieved. Immediately after getting the good news, I thought about how much I was going to enjoy fucking Steve's beautiful, daddy ass and breeding him deeply.

I walked back out into the waiting room where Steve was reading a magazine. He looked up at me and smiled. "Great news for you, too?" he asked. I nodded and grinned bigger than he did. "I can't wait to get that perfect ass into my bed again."

"Let's get to my place, so I can gather up some things. Then, we'll breed each other the rest of the day. You are so gonna get knocked up!" I promised.

He grinned back at me as we left the clinic. "And your sweet, black ass is gonna get eaten, fucked, bred, and eaten again. And I'm not stopping until my dick refuses to get hard again."

"Promises, promises," I smirked.

Steve entered my apartment with me. I headed for my bedroom to gather up clothes that I'd need through Monday. Grabbing my gym bag, I stuffed what I needed inside, plus a few toiletry items. Knowing that the clothes I had on were more than a day old, I stripped quickly. Before I could pull on fresh clothes, Steve's tongue was deep in my ass. It serves me right that I was bent over the bed arranging things in my gym bag with my naked bubble butt waving at him.

It didn't cross my mind that Steve would want a piece of me before we headed back to his place. Immediately, I knew I wasn't going to insist that he stop. And it didn't matter at all where and who got fucked and bred first. With my hunger for daddy dick, this scenario worked out nicely for me. His wet tongue felt so good in my butt, just as good if not better than last night and this morning. My dick was hard as steel, anticipating his thick daddy dick up my hole. He did not disappoint me.

"You ready for the breeding of your young life?" Steve asked as he leaned over my back and pressed his leaking, raw dick against my eager hole. It skidded away for an instant, but in the fastest four-handed game I'd ever played, both of us grabbed his errant dick and pushed it back into place. My ass backed into him and swallowed the big head of his invader.

"Big fuckin' dickhead in my ass. Damn! I need this!" I crooned. Without the condom, I got the full benefit of Steve's big dickhead. It scraped against my prostate, making my dick jerk and leak more precum. If he did that many more times, I'd be spraying my sheets.

Luckily for me, he decided he needed to go deeper and plant his seed as far up my thirsty ass as he could thrust and squirt it. "Your ass is massaging my dick again even worse than last night. This skin on skin is pushing my climax too hard. Ah, fuck!" he exploded as his dick jerked hard and repeatedly in my love tunnel.

"Yeah, Daddy! Fill me up!" I begged. I pushed back against his thrust, hoping that his dick would keep pumping me full of his load of jizz. It had been a long time since my black ass had been fucked and flooded raw. Steve's pounding of my hole and the slippery sperm he injected into me reminded me how much I loved it. "Give it all to me, Steve! Flood my black ass."

"Fuckin' HOT ass," Steve moaned as his climax subsided. His hips continued to pump against my round bubble butt as if he were trying to force his loads ever deeper. But, even his fat dick couldn't stay hard forever and he slowly slipped out of my ass a minute later.

True to his promise, he knelt behind me and licked at my well-fucked hole. I loved the soft touch of his tongue as he scooped a few dribbles of cum from my hole. Then, he drilled me as deeply as his lingual digit would go and sucked out more of his cream. Moments later, he stood up and pushed me on to the bed. On his back, he pulled me into a position to sit on his face. He moaned with delicious pleasure as he tasted my ass and his baby batter. I bent down and licked cream off his spent dick. We were two very happy men.

But, the situation couldn't remain. My dick was still hard from the hot fucked I'd received from him. "Don't think for a moment that you aren't gonna get fucked right now!" I told him. I pulled his pants off and stuck my tongue up his ass. Adding lube, I pressed my thick, black dick against his back door. "You are gonna get so fucked," I smiled evilly down at him.

"Get in there and knock me up. I want that load so far up my ass that I'm gargling your sweet cream the rest of the day," he tossed back at me.

I pushed deeper, watching his face for any discomfort. Face to face, my hard, black dick joined us in a sexual dance we'd been yearning for since we'd met. I wanted his daddy ass to breed and he wanted my big dick to do it. When I broke our passionate kiss, I was slowly pumping his hole, but my speed was increasing. My hips were driving this fuck train and my balls and sensitive dick were dictating the speed. Clearly, there was no hope for a sustained ride. By the time I'd been in the saddle ten seconds, I knew my creamy delivery would be quick. There was no holding back.

With a bellow of pleasure, I shot my first cannon of cum up his hole. It was followed swiftly by many more. I couldn't stop spraying cream into him, and I didn't want to. The way he was urging me to pump him hard, I knew he didn't want me to stop fucking him any time soon.

When I withdrew a couple of minutes later, I ate his butt out, too. He turned me around and resumed eating out my ass at the same time.

This is the start of something extraordinary, I thought. It was definitely NOT "nothing special."

This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe.

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