Unlike Darius and Todd, T.J. always made his first fuck of the night last. He liked to take his time, work his dick around inside, and get to know the pussy.
T.J. liked to call it "pussy."
So when his turn came to fuck the white boy, he took his sweet time before shooting his first load of the night. He liked to alternate between fast, hard fucking and slow, deep fucking. He liked to work his hips, gyrating them so the white boy could feel every inch of him from every angle. And T.J. had quite a few inches to feel.
"You got a sweet pussy," T.J. whispered into the white boy's ear.
Michael sighed.
"I'm gonna enjoy this pussy a few times tonight," said T.J.
"Me too," said Darius, from his side of the bed.
"Me three," said Todd, who was standing near the desk.
Todd and Darius shared a quiet high-five.
The white boy's eyes were closed when he felt the mattress near his head sag a bit and felt a knob of smooth skin brushing against his lips. He instinctively opened his mouth to accept Darius's cock.
Or maybe it was Todd's.
A strong hand rested gently on his head, guiding him towards the cock. It slid into his mouth easily, filling it with its fleshy thickness.
"Yeah, that's it," T.J. whispered into Michael's ear. "Suck on that bottle while I make this baby inside you."
Michael began sucking Darius's cock.
Or maybe it was Todd's.
T.J. was fucking him slowly now, grinding his hips with his dick planted firmly in the white boy's ass.
The dick in the white boy's mouth picked up its speed. The hand on the back of his head tightened its grip.
The man feeding the the white boy his cock began to breathe in loud gasps. The cock firmed up. The man moaned and shuddered.
The cock in the white boy's mouth began spurting its thick, salty load. The white boy swallowed quickly.
"Was it good?" That was Darius's voice from the far side of the room.
So it must have been Todd.
"I bet it was." That was Todd's voice from the side near the bathroom.
Or maybe it wasn't Todd.
"Yeah," said a new voice somewhere above the white boy. "It's good." This voice seemed to have an accent of some kind.
Michael's eyes sprang open, and he turned his head toward the voice. At the same moment, someone turned on the light next to the bed.
The face smiling down at Michael wasn't Todd or Darius. It was someone Michael had never seen before.
The first thing Michael noticed were the lengths of dreadlocks that hung down around the man's face. His face was thin and angular. He had a goatee.
The man's smile broadened, and the light caught a gleam of gold in his mouth. Michael's eyes followed the trail of a thin gold chain around the man's neck, which ended in a gold-leafed marijuana emblem dangling in the air just in front of his chest.
"Thank you," said the man. "That was wonderful."
"Remember that the next time we come shopping," said Todd.
"Oh, I will."
"Maybe hook us up with samples," said Todd.
The man laughed, "Nice try, Player! I don't do samples."
"Aw, man!"
"But I'll treat you guys real good the next time around," said the man. "I promise."
He went to his pile of clothes and began getting dressed.
"You leaving so soon? You're welcome to stay."
"Business calls," said the man. "I can't stay out of the game on a Saturday night."
"Sure you don't want some ass?"
The man laughed. "I don't do that. But you boys have fun."
"Well, thanks for everything."
"Don't mention it. You guys all set for the evening? You need anything else?"
"Naw," said T.J. "We're good."
"Well, if you run low, just call. I'll call Todd with a 'heads up' when I get down to my last few packages just in case."
"You're the best," said Todd.
"Just doing my job," said the man. "Y'all be cool." And then he left, closing the door behind him.
Darius turned his attention back to Michael.
Time for some damage control.
The white boy seemed stunned. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. A little rivulet of cum still dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
"Baby, you're so sweet..." Darius began.
"WHO?"
"It means so much..."
"WAS?"
"Our brotherhood..."
"THAT?!!!"
Darius paused. You could hear a pin drop in the room. Todd and T.J. looked at each other silently.
Michael looked across the room and for the first time saw two other men sitting in the chairs. They were naked. And they had hard-ons.
Michael looked back at Darius, glowering.
Finally, Darius said, "That's that man who gives us those special cigarettes you like so much."
Wrong answer. Michael stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
"You son of a bitch!" he yelled from behind the door.
T.J looked at Darius with his eyebrows raised. What now, Player?
Darius shrugged at T.J. and went to the bathroom door. "Baby, please listen."
One of the guys at the other end of the room whispered to the guy sitting next to him. They started picking up their clothes and getting dressed.
Todd panicked. He went to their end of the room.
"Guys, don't leave yet."
"We're just getting dressed."
"We'll work it out," said Todd. "Don't worry."
The men continued dressing.
"Please," said Todd, "Just a few more minutes."
Finally, one of the guys said to Todd, "We're not leaving. We're just getting dressed."
Todd calmed down a bit.
"It's better for us to be dressed. If things get crazy, we need to be able to step outside while you work things out."
"Okay," said Todd.
"It'll be more reassuring to him if we have our clothes on."
"Gotcha," said Todd.
"And besides," said the guy. "Where would we go? Avery was our ride."
Todd went back to the bathroom door. Darius didn't seem to be having much luck.
"Baby, I know you're upset."
"Fuck you!"
"I would have told you, but things just happened so fast."
T.J. looked at Todd. "This is some fucked up shit," he said, keeping his voice low.
"It'll work out."
"It better," said T.J. "I haven't cum yet."
"You will."
"I hope so. That's some good pussy."
Darius was running out of ammo. "Baby, please just come out and talk."
"Who are those men?"
"Just some friends. But they've already left. They're gone now. It's just us out here."
Todd frantically waved at the guys at the front of the room. They slipped out the front door, quietly closing it behind them.
Darius shot a look at T.J. and Todd. "Let's get dressed," he hissed at them. "Just our pants at least."
Todd handed Darius his pants, which he quickly pulled on without his underwear. Todd and T.J. put theirs on as well.
Darius motioned to Todd for Michael's clothes, which Todd handed him.
"Baby, at least let me hand you your clothes. I feel awful about this."
"You've got them?"
Darius said, "Yes, Baby. I've got them right here. I'll hand them through the door. We're all getting dressed, too."
Michael opened the door a crack. Darius handed the clothes to him, and he closed the door behind him.
Todd got an idea. He went to the front of the room, and slipped out the front door. Maurice and Damon were standing just outside.
"Any luck?" asked Maurice.
"We're still working on it," said Todd.
"Man, I really need some of that ass. T.J. looked like he was having fun."
"You'll get some," said Todd.
"Is it good?"
"The best."
"Tight?"
"Super tight. Look, I'm going to need your help."
They discussed things further. At the end of the discussion, Damon turned off his cell phone and handed it to Todd. Todd went inside.
He placed the cell phone on the floor next to the nightstand, against the wall.
Michael was apparently finished dressing.
"Okay. I'm coming out. But you bastards better not do anything funny."
T.J. turned to Todd, "He just called us bastards!"
Todd said, "Chill. We are bastards."
"Oh, yeah. Right. Never mind."
Michael came out of the bathroom. He glared at the three men in the room.
"I can't believe you did that."
"I'm so sorry," said Darius.
"It got out of hand," said Todd.
"It was totally unexpected," said T.J.
"Why were all those guys here?" Michael demanded.
"They just showed up," said T.J.
"Yeah, right."
"They just came by to deliver some more weed, and things sort of got out of hand," said Todd.
"Sort of?"
"Baby, I'm so sorry," said Darius.
"Don't 'Baby' me!"
"You're right," said Darius. "I'm such a shit."
T.J. shot Darius a look. Where the fuck was he going with this?
"I'm no good," said Darius.
Now even Todd was puzzled. He looked at T.J., who looked back nonplussed.
"It's all my fault," said Darius.
Even Michael looked a bit surprised.
"I just...I just..."
Holy shit! Darius looked like he was going to start crying!
"I just wanted this to be..."
Then the dam broke.
"...a special night!" Darius broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Todd and T.J. looked at each other in stunned disbelief.
"Damn, Player!" T.J. whispered softly under his breath.
Darius continued. "I never met anybody as sweet as you," he said to Michael, still sobbing. "You were so kind to me and my friends...
"I wanted you to join our brotherhood...
"Now I've ruined it!"
Michael was taken aback. "Then all that 'brotherhood' talk wasn't just bullshit?"
Todd and T.J. looked at each in elation. They strained to keep their faces straight.
Darius stayed in character. "No, no...God, no!"
T.J. stared at the floor. Man, this was tough! He wanted to laugh so hard! His homeboy was fucking crying for a piece of ass! But he somehow managed to keep it in.
Todd found his focus and got his attitude right. He was all grave solemnity now.
"This isn't about the sex," Todd said with complete seriousness.
T.J. bit his lip.
"It isn't?" asked Michael.
Darius took the cue. "God, no! The sex is nothing to us. That's just how we bond."
"Yeah," Todd said solemnly. "The sex is nothing."
T.J. covered his face with is hand. This was becoming too much.
Darius said, "Baby, you're special..."
He paused to see if Michael would balk at the word "Baby," then he continued:
"When I saw you there at the club, there was something different about you..."
"I don't know what it was, but I was just blown away...
Another theatrical whimper. "I wanted this to be a special night."
"Man," Todd said to Michael. "I've never seen Darius fall like this."
Michael's expression softened. "Well, that was not a very nice thing to do," he said.
Todd couldn't quite believe his ears. Tricking a white boy into sucking off a drug dealer..."was not a very nice thing to do"?
But he just said, "You're right. We were wrong."
"I was wrong," said Darius. "Baby, can you ever forgive me?"
Michael looked at Darius with a touch of affection mixed with disappointment. Darius flexed his pectorals slightly for effect.
A hint of a smile crossed Michael's face. "I forgive you."
Home base!
Darius looked at Michael with his best puppy-dog look. "Can I have a hug?" he asked.
They hugged. All four of them.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
"Brothers?"
"Brothers."
"Let's celebrate our peace with a little smoke."
T.J. lit one of the non-bundled cigarillos and they passed it around a couple of times. They returned to their places on the bed, except for Todd, who went to the nightstand on Darius's side.
"I wonder if this light's adjustable," he said, flicking the switch.
It wasn't, and the room blinked dark before Todd turned it back on.
A few moments later, there was knock at the door. Todd went to answer. He opened the door just a crack.
It was Maurice. "Damon thinks he left his phone here," he said.
Todd opened the door. "You can come in. But once you find the phone, you have to leave."
Damon and Maurice entered the room. "Everything okay?" asked Maurice.
"We cool," said T.J.
"Why's everybody so quiet?"
"We had a misunderstanding," said Todd. "But we've worked it out."
Tricking a white boy into sucking off a drug dealer had been officially downgraded to a "misunderstanding."
Maurice went to the bed and extended his hand to Michael. "I don't think we've met. I'm Maurice, and this is my brother Damon."
Michael shook Maurice's hand. The embarrassment of their earlier acquaintance was lost in the buzz of the cigarillo.
"You guys are twins?"
"Yeah," said Maurice. "Identical twins."
"I'm the older one," piped up Damon.
"By a few minutes. But he never lets me forget it," said Maurice.
Maurice put his hand on Darius's shoulder in greeting. "Good to see you, Man."
"Fuck that," said Darius. "Give me a hug."
Maurice leaned down to give Darius a hug. Darius gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Quit hiding over there," Darius said to Damon. "I want my damn hug."
Damon came over to Darius for his hug and kiss. He leaned over to Michael and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you," he said, shaking Michael's hand and then following it with a quick innocent kiss on the cheek.
Maurice and Todd exchanged quick kisses, and then Maurice went over to T.J. and did the same.
Then Damon made his rounds to Todd and T.J. and finished up with a quick kiss on Michael's lips.
When the smooch-fest was over, Damon said, "Let's find my phone."
Everybody started looking for Damon's phone. Maurice was looking in the area near the nightstand.
"Here it is," he said, reaching for it.
"Oh, shit!" he said.
"What happened?"
"I knocked it behind the nightstand."
"Well, fish it out."
"I can't. My arm's too big."
T.J. turned to Michael, "You think you can help him?"
Michael went over to the nightstand. Maurice put one hand on his shoulder and pointed the location with his other hand.
Michael got down on all fours so he could reach it. Maurice got down there with him so he could supervise.
"See where it is? I think I knocked it pretty far back," whispered Maurice, his lips just inches from Michael's ear. His arm was resting on Michael's back.
"I see it."
"You think you can reach it?"
Michael leaned in, sliding his thin arm behind the nightstand. "I've almost got it."
"Good. Keep going."
Michael retrieved the phone and handed it to Maurice.
"Oh, thank you," said Maurice. "You're a life saver." He gave Michael a gentle kiss on the lips. His arm was still wrapped around Michael's back.
They paused like that for a moment.
Maurice whispered to Michael. "Hey, I just want to say I'm sorry that y'all had that misunderstanding. Darius really is a good guy."
"I guess everyone makes mistakes," said Michael.
Tricking a white boy into sucking off a drug dealer was now a "mistake."
Maurice pulled in closer. "Well, he's very lucky to have met you. I can see that he's fallen hard for you. You must really be something."
Micheal said nothing.
Maurice continued, "Anyway, these guys are my brothers, as far as I'm concerned. And I'm glad you're here with us."
Michael nodded.
"Let me steal one quick kiss. They're all probably wondering what we're doing down here so long."
Michael turned his face to Maurice, and they kissed. This time with a little bit of tongue.
"You guys looking for my phone or for Jimmy Hoffa?"
"We got it," said Maurice, as he and Michael climbed back to their feet. "Your phone, I mean. Jimmy Hoffa didn't want to come out."
Todd looked at Maurice with his brows raised, and Maurice gave him a quick nod.
Darius said to Michael, "Let's go into the bathroom for a minute. I want to talk in private."
They went into the bathroom together, and Darius took Michael into his arms. He gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Baby, do you forgive me?"
Michael nodded.
"No, I mean really. Do you really forgive me?"
"Yes."
Darius gave Michael another kiss. "You really are special," he said.
Michael said nothing.
"And I really did want tonight to be special for both of us. Maybe it still can be."
Michael looked at Darius.
Darius continued, "Now, be honest with me. We were having fun together, weren't we?"
Michael said nothing.
"Weren't we? Baby?"
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of the white boy's mouth.
"And it really is like a brotherhood. When everybody gets comfortable and uninhibited, it's like we're all connected somehow...
"And you really are sweet and sexy. I've never been with anybody who made me feel like you do."
Michael looked at Darius.
"I mean, the way I felt when I was inside you...Man! It was so tight and warm, like you were holding on to me. Please tell me I felt good to you. Please at least tell me that."
Michael nodded.
"And the way you showed respect to my friends. Todd and T.J. are both jealous of me now. They connected with you, too, but they know it's really between me and you. And they totally respect you for it."
"They do?" asked Michael.
"Of course! What, did you think this was about disrespect? Did you really think it was just about sex? We're brothers, and we share every part of our lives together. No limits. No secrets. It's like a bond we have."
Michael pondered this.
"And the thing is, we want you to be a part of that. We want you to be part of our brotherhood."
Michael looked at Darius with a hint of skepticism.
"I know, it's crazy. You're the first white boy we've ever wanted to join us. It's never happened before. You're special."
Michael looked down.
"And be honest with me, Boo. You did have fun with T.J. and Todd, didn't you? I mean, you did enjoy them, too, right?"
"Yeah," admitted Michael.
"T.J. do have a big dick, don't he?"
"Yeah," Michael giggled.
"I was so jealous seeing him fuck you like that. But I was also proud of you, too."
"You were?"
"Yes. I kept saying to myself, 'That's my baby. Can't nobody do the things my baby does.'"
"I never thought of it like that."
"It's true. When you show love and respect to my friends, it builds credibility. It shows that you can hang. It proves that you've got the stuff."
Michael thought about this.
"You do want the night to end on a happy note, don't you?"
Michael nodded.
"You want to put the misunderstanding behind us?"
"Yes."
"You want to make me happy?"
"Yes."
"You want us all to be connected as a brotherhood?"
Michael nodded.
Darius smiled and gave Michael another kiss. "That's my Baby," he said. "My baby's a true player."
Michael couldn't help a small smile.
Darius said, "What do you think of the twins? They're pretty cool, huh?"
"They seem nice."
"There good people. Let's go back out there and just have a nice laid-back evening. Okay?"
"Okay."
"No pressure. No disrepect."
"Okay."
"No limits. No secrets."
They went back into the room. T.J. and Todd were completely dressed now.
"Where you guys going?" asked Darius.
"We're out of cold drinks. We're going to get some more."
"Let me go with you," said Darius. He kissed Michael on the lips. "Why don't you stay here with the twins, Baby? We'll be back soon."
Darius put on his shirt and shoes, and they left the motel room, leaving Michael with the twins.
"You've had quite an experience tonight," said Maurice.
"Yeah," said Michael. "You could say that."
"Well, I hope you don't have any regrets about it."
"I'm still trying to figure it all out," said Michael.
Maurice was sympathetic. "Well, you've certainly been a trooper. Not many guys can hang with Darius and his brothers."
"I'm not sure that I can."
"Oh," said Maurice. "You're doing fine."
"You think so?"
Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed. Maurice moved over and took a seat next to him.
"Look, I know this is all new to you. Most people can't understand the concept of a brotherhood."
"It's a little different."
"I know," said Maurice, putting an arm around the white boy. "But it's all good. Really. There are bonds formed here tonight that will last a lifetime."
Damon excused himself to go to the restroom. Talking bullshit was Maurice's department, not his. He just wanted some ass.
Maurice gently stroked Michael's back as he continued. "It's funny how it works. When you share yourself with Darius's friends and they share themselves with you, it strengthens the bonds between everybody."
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Damon was taking a shower.
Maurice said, "I hope I'm not being too forward by saying this, but you've made quite an impression on everybody. I think they really like you."
"They do?"
"I think so. I know I do," said Maurice, giving the white boy a gentle kiss on the neck.
"That's nice of you to say," said Michael.
"It's just the truth," lied Maurice, pulling Michael closer and nibbling his ear gently. "Love doesn't need to be an exclusive, all-or-nothing thing. It can be shared without jealousy. And it grows when it's shared." He returned to a sensitive spot on Michael's neck and began kissing and gently licking. It felt really nice.
"What should I do?"
"Just go with it, Baby," said Maurice. "Don't be afraid of the feeling. Let this be your special night."
Michael sighed. Maurice was working magic on his neck.
Maurice gently pulled the white boy's face to his, letting their lips touch.
"You're amazing," he said to Michael.
"Thank you," Michael said.
Maurice opened his lips and began kissing the white boy in earnest. His tongue played with the white boy's tongue, and his lips began gently working.
Michael moaned.
Maurice gently eased the white boy back onto the bed. Holding Michael's head between his hands, he gave him another kiss and said:
"Let's let this be a magical night. Let's all be comfortable with each other. Let's just go with the flow."
Michael sighed.
"I want you to be happy tonight," said Maurice, again kissing Michael's neck and unfastening the top buttons of his shirt.
"It's all so fast," said Michael.
"I know it is," said Maurice, moving down to one on Michael's nipples. He began licking and nibbling gently. Michael moaned.
The white boy's shirt was completely unbuttoned now. Maurice planted a kiss on his belly button and began gently unfastening the boy's belt.
The water in the bathroom had stopped. Damon opened the door and paused at the entrance. He could see the top of Michael's head, but Michael couldn't see him, as he was on the edge of the bed facing away from the bathroom door.
Damon could see that his brother was well on his way to reaching home plate with the white boy. Best not to interrupt. He went back in the bathroom and closed the door. He turned on the faucet in the sink to sound busy.
Kissing and licking his way down to Michael's crotch. Maurice tongued the white boy's cock and took it in his mouth briefly. But he was really visiting the neighborhood with other things in mind. He continued southward.
Gently taking one of Michael's balls into his mouth, Maurice gently sucked on it and worked his tongue. Maurice had already unbuttoned his own shirt at this point and was undoing his own belt as he continued lavishing attention around and under the white boy's balls.
His pants finally free, Maurice lifted the white boy's legs and began exploring his ass with his tongue. It was a nice ass, thought Maurice to himself. Smooth, tight, almost hairless. Pale, too. It would look beautiful wrapped around a nice black dick. Or maybe two.
Maurice stuck his tongue further in. He had a long tongue. Michael moaned. Maurice could taste a hint of cum. He couldn't wait to add his to the mix.
Reaching for the nightstand, Maurice grabbed the tub of lube. He rubbed some of the cream on his cock and began stroking.
Maurice lifted himself up to a near-standing position at the edge of the bed with Michael's legs on his shoulders. He leaned forward and gave the white boy a kiss.
"Baby, you're wonderful," he said. His cock was inches from its target.
"This feels nice," said Michael.
"I want you to feel special," said Maurice. "I want us to feel special together."
He gave Michael another deep kiss, carefully keeping his cock from touching the entrance to heaven.
"Can we do that?" asked Maurice. "Can we feel special together?"
Michael said nothing. Maurice took that to mean "yes."
Maurice pressed his cock against the opening. Michael's eyes widened slightly, but Maurice pressed his lips against the white boy's and probed his mouth with his tongue to silence him as he entered the white boy's ass.
Maurice's cock was long but not thick. It slid easily all the way into the white boy's ass.
The white boy gave little resistence once Maurice started fucking. The sensation of his cock hitting the white boy's spot put any possible misgivings to rest.
Michael wrapped his legs around Maurice and pulled him closer.
"Baby, you feel wonderful inside," said Maurice.
The door to the bathroom opened a crack. Maurice shot a glance at his twin brother and shook his head. Damon closed the door again.
"Let's change positions, Baby," he said to the white boy.
"Okay. What do you want to do?"
"Let me lie on my back." said Maurice. He got up and moved to the other side of the bed, this time with his feet facing the bathroom door. He lay on his back and motioned for Michael to sit on his cock.
Michael obeyed. It slid in as effortlessly as before. Michael began moving up and down on it as squeezing with his ass muscles.
"Oh, Baby," said Maurice. "That's it. Keep doing that."
Behind Michael, the bathroom door opened quietly. Damon entered the bedroom, wearing a towel.
He approached the bed, standing just behind Michael.
Maurice saw him. He said to Michael, "Baby, I love the way you're so giving. So generous."
Michael kept bouncing and squeezing Maurice's cock.
"You've got a special gift," said Maurice. "It's a gift made for sharing."
Maurice gyrated his hips slightly. Michael moaned.
"My brother's here," said Maurice.
Michael looked behind him.
"Don't stop," said Damon. "Keep giving my brother that love."
Damon moved closer as Michael continued moving up and down on Maurice's dick. He placed his hand gently on Michael's back.
"Yeah. You're so sweet." Damon leaned down and kissed Michael on the shoulder. Maurice gently pulled Michael towards him so the the white boy was now leaned forward as he continued to pump inside him.
Damon was gently stroking the white boy's back. His hands moved lower, occasionally touching his butt. He leaned forward again and kiss Michael on the back on the neck.
"Isn't this nice?" asked Maurice. "All of us together."
"All of us together," answered Michael.
Damon eased himself onto the bed behind Michael. He had taken some of the lube and was now stroking his cock. He was on his knees behind the white boy.
He leaned forward and kissed Michael again gently on the back of the neck.
"Can I share this special moment, too?"
Maurice looked at Michael. "Is that okay? Can my brother be a part of this special moment?"
Michael said nothing. Damon moved forward. His cock was now brushing against Michael's ass and his brother's cock as it went in and out.
Maurice pulled Michael down closer to him and gave him a deep kiss. He stopped thrusting and held his cock still. It was about halfway in the white boy's ass.
Damon pressed against the opening and his brother's cock gently. He pushed the head into the crowded space.
Michael moaned.
"You're so sweet," said Maurice. "Let's all share this moment together.
Damon pushed in further. He was about a third of the way in now.
Maurice nodded to his brother, and they both pushed in at the same time.
Michael yelped.
"Is it okay, Baby? Are you okay?"
Michael nodded bravely.
"Give me a kiss."
Michael kissed Maurice, and then rested his head on Maurice's shoulder as he adjusted to the invasion. The twins both had long slim cocks, but the effect of them at the same time stretched his ass wide.
Maurice reached over to the nightstand and picked up Damon's cell phone. He discreetly handed it to his brother.
Damon punched a few buttons on the phone and then held it behind his back, down between his legs.
He snapped a picture. Then another one. Then he put the phone down on the bed and grasped Michael's hips.
Damon began fucking with slow thrusts, gently pulling and pushing his cock out of and into the white boy's ass. Maurice joined in the rhythm of the fuck, both cocks going in and coming out at the same time.
Then Damon reversed direction, pulling out as Maurice pushed in, pushing in as Maurice pulled out, his dick rubbing against his brother's as they began picking up the pace.
Michael moaned. He clenched his ass tighter around the two cocks.
Damon shot a look at his brother.
His brother nodded back. Might as well. No use trying to hold this back.
The two picked up the pace of their fucking. The tightness of the ass and the sensation of rubbing cocks was starting to have its effect.
"Baby, I'm close to coming," Maurice said to Michael.
"So am I," said Damon.
Michael grunted. The sensations were having their effect on him as well.
"Yeah," said Michael. "Fuck that ass."
The two brothers looked at each other in surprise. This was a new development. Michael wasn't being so prim anymore.
"Okay, Baby," said Maurice. "As you wish."
The brothers starting fucking with more intensity, letting go of their inhibitions. They pounded faster, thrusting harder than before.
Michael squealed in delight.
Damon shifted his hips, grinding them around. His cock slipped around his brother's. Maurice began grinding as well, and the two brothers' cocks slipped around each other inside Michael's ass like two lubed wrestlers.
"Shit," said Damon. "I'm about to pop."
Michael squeezed his ass again.
"Oh, fuck," said Maurice.
Damon pulled his cock almost all the way out of the white boy's ass.
"You ready?" asked Maurice.
"Ready," said Damon.
Maurice pulled his cock almost all the way out as well.
Maurice kissed Michael. He was still on the edge.
"Baby, will you do something for me?" he asked Michael.
"What?"
"Count to three."
Michael didn't even ask why. He just did it.
"One...two...three!"
Damon and Maurice rammed in at the same time. Now they were both fucking the white boy furiously, paying no attention to what the other cock was doing.
Michael squeezed again.
"Oh...fuck!" Damon rammed his cock all the way in and yelled. He was shooting into the white boy's ass.
"Shit!" said Maurice, who also rammed the white boy and blasted his load.
Damon collapsed on the white boy's back, his cock still buried deep. Still pulsing. Maurice's cock was still shooting inside him as well. It felt to Michael like two heartbeats pounding inside him.
They lay like that for a few moments, then Damon rolled over onto the bed. Maurice's cock slid out with a wet plop, and a trickle of cum dribbled from the white boy's ass. Michael rolled off of Maurice and lay on his back on the bed as well.
Damon picked up his cell phone, hit a few more buttons, and then closed it for the night. He set his phone on the desk and then, on a hunch, opened the desk drawer. There was nothing in the desk drawer, so he closed it. He moved to the nightstand.
"Wasn't that nice?" asked Maurice, who was lying on his back with Michael's head resting on his shoulder.
Michael nodded.
"Hey!" said Damon, pulling the drawer to the nightstand open. "Looky what I found!"