Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Raw Recruits. Chapter 18.
The scene of the toy tails smiling skyward for the pleasure of all those black dudes.... wheww! When it was finally set, it reminded one of rack of lamb the way the legs were are curved up and out, with the meaty morsel-age below...one of the troops, I think it was Roodster who hollered out..."Rack of Honkyboi, the 'other' white meat!!!!"
Laughter all around as ebony mashers sank to their merciful task of satisfying those dick-needy young lambs.
It was a night to be remembered. What a fuck party to celebrate their first field exercise! Shit man....and who was to say it was going to stop just because they were in the field?
The white boys were last to stumble out for formation having had to serve as urinals in the latrine till everyone of their masters was drained after showers and breakfast.
The usual run around the camp's outer road was canceled since they had a ten mile march planned that day.
Shrummer fell down five times trying to get to formation. He couldn't really stand and the boots were so tough to put on, even Sarge relented and let him wear sneaks to formation.
Sarge sent two whiteasses down to the orderly room for a litter to carry Shrum in during the march. Some of the black kids were pissed Shrummer the Hummer was going to be 'riding' while they was marching. Hmmmm....there was always a plan.....a method to it all.
The troops were given 10 minutes to collect rifles, ammo, bayonets, packs, meal kits, tent halves, and the rest of the necessary gear for the march and battle problem.
The litter arrived and was laid out in front of Sarge who called Shrum front and center to lay in it.
Part of the fun was when Sarge told Privates Denny and Barry, fresh from getting their brains fucked out all night at the hands the thirty-six snickering blacks in ranks, to come out front and undress their fellow troop to simulate his being injured in battle and his having to be carried. They stripped away more and more of his uniform and had to tear his tee shirt to use as mock bandage material, and leave him such that the only thing left was his army issue green boxers.
Barry and Denny returned to ranks and Hinds and Hodge were informed that they would carry the litter the first five miles. The black troops all doubled over and laughed, high fivin', low fivin' and Brownie the Clownie was so hysterically happy he totally lost it and fell down kicking his boot feet in the air all together!
But that wasn't all. Rood was called front and center and informed he was to replace Alex as 1st Squad Leader, annnnd, was to form a new squad from all the white dudes in the other squads and 2 of the original black members plus himself would make up the eleven men. One squad would be a man shy because of Alex' assignment.
The company was called to attention for the march. Private Alex, Acting Colonel.....their own bunk mate was in command. If he did well on this effort, there might not be another serious candidate for Soldier of the Post honors. The black dudes was all behind him.
The march was on!
Down the road past all the barracks, out the rear gate and on into the open country on dirt roads toward the battle site. Sarge trailed behind in his jeep.
1st and 3d Squads marched on the left side of the road, the others on the right. The litter with Shrum was trailing 1st Squad.
Fucking Brownie was the first to seize on the rare availability of Shrum to Platoon cock. He moved up to take one litter handle from Hinds who was carrying the end of the litter where Robby Shrum's head was. He barked down in hoarse whispered tones, "Turn over cocksucker and get on diss!"
All the dudes started getting antsy again and snickering, some rubbing dicks in their fatigues, as Brownie's 5 incher slipped into Shrum's mouth for his umpteenth protein serving of the week!
It wasn't long before every one of the black troops had sounded off whispered numbers of order in which they would have Shrum glom their hog. This was a special treat since Sarge was practically the only one who had his way with Robby till now. Some of the dudes were sure Sarge set this up for white troops to be played on through the whole exercise....including putting them all together in one squad. Brownie patted Shrum's butt and got this big assed grin all over his face....there NO butt plug! Brownie got rock hard all over again! He slapped hands with the others as he slipped back into his place in the column.
The exercise called for one squad to be captured and held in a detention area sometime during the problem.....any guesses?
Raw Recruits. Chapter 18.
'Haaaaaa!!!!!! There be no butt plug!!!' Brownie cheered to himself. It might as well have been a rallying cry for what it meant to all the bruthas. Mannnn...if there be a limp dick in that whole column, alert the fuckin' media! Now more than just a few of them horned-up whitie punkers was sure Sarge 'wanted' it to be this way.
Who knows...but, that's how it looked to be playing out.
According to the numbers the troops sounded off, the young black soldiers were slipping back to fall in cadence with the litter carriers and then would slip in, one at the head and one to the rear. Without any fanfare Shrumboi was glomming black meat non-stop as the litter trundled along trying not to knock down the dude walking backward playing tonsil tag with Shrum.
The tour de fuck came when the first muthafukkah literally climbed onto the litter and pulled Shrummie's fatigues down, waling on that gleaming pinky white tail!
The whitietroops lugging the litter couldn't handle the double weight and they dropped the damn thing! There was a hustling scrurry-flurry of activity at the back of the column as additional white boys were enlisted to double up on the litter handles.
Sheeitt! This was a thing of beauty! Seven white boys carrying their own brother troop while the poor fucker got to eat and fuck for the whole black membership of the platoon....and they had to watch the whole thing play out. There was a mix of sadness, shame, some anger, even bravosity in the knowledge of what they were all taking at the hands of these black pricks....ANNNNND their big black DICKS, as well!!!
Osborne and Cary looked to be ready to break down. Mann, you know that wouldn't be tolerated, because it had already been decided, NO FUCKING BLACK TROOP was going to help to carry the 'fuck-a-boy litter'. Only whitie would be doing that shit!
And so it was....when it looked at any point like any of the white stretcher bearers was giving out, there were two black 'monitors' assigned to whip their fucking asses and make 'em fight for their sanity rather than give in to the physical torment they were enduring....geeez, and HAD been enduring for more than a week now since Sarge called that first white troop to his quarters for 'special training'.
They even had the litter carriers sort of develop a rocking-rhythm as they marched so the current black banger could get his rocks without having to cause them any more arm weariness for having to bounce-fuck the faggot white cunt he was currently ram-slammin'.
They had only been trudging that dusty dirt road a mile and Shrummer had already downed him 10 throat reamers and 3 butthole bangers!
Roodster, that sadist, he came back to the litter and barked that at the current fuck rate, all the bruthas was NOT gonna be serviced before the end of the march. Poor l'il pussy Shrum turned his face up into the sun squinting with a 7 inch black cock stuffed in the side of his mouth as if to say, 'What can I do?.....It's dem dat needs tuh be getting off faster!??'
But noooooooo...that fucking Roodman, he says: "Listen up yu faggot queerboy! Yu start humpin' that ass into the boys hear? YU get yur ass in gear and fuck back into them bruthas and happy them up right smartly...or you gonna be the sorriest fuckin' queen in this man's army....DO YU GOT THET, QUEERASS!!!????"
Between the sun he couldn't look at and the black fuckers pounding his ass and his face, and the shame of being ordered to literally fuck himself onto these pummeling black cocks, he just burst into tears and his head slumped to the stretcher fabric mashing the cock he was currently tooling on. Kanell, the owner of the now mashed cock, stuck two fingers into Shrummie's mouth and yanked that blondie crewcut head up and smacked it....and again...and AGAIN! Then he stuffed the whole of his meaty hog right down the sobbing kid's throat...."Cry NOW, yuh dumb fuck! Eat it! EAT ME, damn you!"
There was no more sobbing....the brutha up top pulled up on Robby's ass to remind him to 'get fuckin' his own self on that hefty tool!
Man oh man, and did they ever get fucked! It was so fucking hot for them to be getting laid 'on the fly', it didn't matter if they got off....they didn't even realize the thrill of the whitey fuck ride was just that....A WHITIE FUCK RIDE! The kinda thing yuh rave in the 'hood about when yu home on leave...the kinda thing yu nevah fuhgets!!! Fuck-divin' a whitie boi on a stretcher being carried by a whole bunch'a 'nuthah faggot white tools you awreddy done rammaged and throated! GLOWWWWWWWW-REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Thirty-five young black dudes had the same image cross their minds as they humped and pumped through that soft-petaled morsel that made up Shrumboi pussy. I'll bet some of those tuff black bois was swooning just thinking about telling their bro's back in the 'hood, or out in their farm towns back home.
At the 5-mile point, the march was halted for smokes, water and catnaps for those that could manage it.
Roodster was having none of this rest shit for the whitiefags! He had all their heads doused and waked up with cool water from the supply truck, and had them hauled under the trees where anyboy not yet serviced could get him some action. The white kids didn't expect that. Somehow they thought they'd just be hauling poor fucked up Scrum and that would be torture enough.....oh nooooooooooo!!!!
Roodman got them all on their backs, asses up, combat boots and pulled down fatigue pants and boxers crumpled around them, as brutha after brutha got him some white boi in the woods, 'country style', yuh might say!!!
The sadsack white fuck tools were pounded, pumped and otherwise black meat tenderized for the entire 20 minute break.
Except for the fact that EVERY black boy wanted to have laid him a Shrum on the litter as they marched, all the black kids would have been laid by the end of the 7th mile. But, sad for the Shrummer boy, he got all 35 in that litter with him (Alex, leading the company was not part of this....wonder if he'd ever deign to plow him some honky again).
One of the great funs was to have a different whiteass lick up the fuckdregs oozing out of Shrum's hole and whatever dripped to the litter. Mannn! Beeeyuuuteefulll!
There was dried fuck on every white dude's lips and face most of the whole way to the bivouac area at the end of the march! Robby Shrum's face was long ago camouflaged with dried and drooling blackfuck sauce. None of the white troops was allowed to wipe his mouth or face at any time. The sweat, as it streamed down their faces made eerie tracks and was actually creating Halloween masks of their faces.
These poor fuckers had been through so much shit in one week, that if they could think, they would have felt that they could take anything after this.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!
After the troops were are formed up into their respective squads at march end, and dismissed, it was all the recruit platoon leader could do to keep a straight face at the sight of the seven litter carrying white troops, and Shrum's litter set down next to them with an army blanket shrouding his naked fuck-ravaged bunger.
One of the black dudes kneeled down at Shrum's head after the troops were dismissed and fed three of his fingers into the kid's mouth, which Shrummer dutifully sucked till drool spilled from his lower lip, pleasing the feeding brutha.
Tents were to be set up, and there would be two per squad, with five or six troops housed in them for the night.
The training exercise had actually begun with the squad leaders called to the Ops tent for briefing.
Rood assigned the white boys to put up the tents and dig the latrine. Black troops would handle help in the mess tent since after the whiteboi chores were done, they'd be back in 'service' with no time for other duties.
After the tents were up and latrine dug, there was some free time for entertainment. Rood called on the whitebois to be gladiators. In the true spirit of Roman culture, they were summarily stripped naked and stood in a circle in the center of camp. Several black troops accepted a white boy's boxers in honor of his championing the black.
The fights were started with white-on-white bashing till there would be one white standing. It was fabulous! Roodman was happy beyond his imagination with the things that kept popping in his head to mess these honky boys up.
The white kids were a total wipeout! Paulie Hinds, the only real muscle dude among the white kids won out when he sat on Hodge after the short bash-a-white-around started.
Then to give it that added flavor of treason, Rood ordered each white loser to crawl to Hinds, kiss his cock head, thank him for beating the shit out them, and then take his cock down each of their throats. To add insult to injury, the bruthas made Hinds an honorary black for the night and he was told he could fuck every white kid in the platoon! Ohhhh boyyyyyyyy!!!! What's going to be here??? A fucking traitor in their midst?
Now, back to Hobbs and the boys at the motel:
Hobbs was chewing Barry's neck and lickin' up into the little hairs there....and as he started to blow his nut, he bit hard on the right tendon at the back of Barry's neck.... tonguing and biting at the same time. The kid's bucking underneath from the pressure and pleasure-pain he got from the big man, gave Hobbs one of his most satisfying cums ever!!!
A'course Twink and Bo was getting pleasure from Hobbs nutting in Barry's cherrybox, 'cause as Hobbs tensed and drove the absolute last of his huge cock up into Barry, he went three knuckles deep and hard, and twisting into both the other boys at the same time. It was a whole new thrill for him to have two pussywhites squirming onto the fingers of each hand! not to mention his power masher up inside the third honkyfag.
"Glowwwwwwwwwwww-reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Hobbs roared above the boys as he pulled his black anchor out of Barry's hole with a beautiful, 'Sssswwushhhhhhsssskkkkkkk!'
He squatted down between Barry's legs and pulled Twink's and Bo's faces on to his Barry probe and they ravenously went to work cleaning the spermslop, and Barry's inner hole juice off their 'daddy's' prong. All four of their hands and both their tongues worked that tool like they been doin' it all their lifes.
Hobbs then pulled both faces together, smooshing the boys cheeks so their lips opened up like guppies and then fed his massive boy pleaser into both their mouths at the same time. He worked their heads with his huge hands...panting and huffing and humping and pumping and "Oh! Uhhh! Take it yu pretty fagboys! Take yo' Daddy's spoooge!"
Ravenous does not say it all! The two teens ate Hobbs cock and mansauce A-L-I-V-E! Maybe rabid says it. No, A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!!!!! THAT SAYS IT ALLLLLLLL!
Hobbs loved watching the boys lick each other's face after they traded boy spit and then helped the budding love affair along with a fine pair of ebony digits, one up each of the boys' bungers again so they didn't forget why they was gived dem holes!
The rutting against each other doubled and redoubled as Hobbs digitally rewired their young pussies readying their internal software for more to cummmmmm!
Hobbs laid back then and watched his young charges service each other's body. Twink and Bo were eating Hobbs' deposit out of Barry, and then swapping cum curdle between their tongues. Hobbs said, "Now yu learnin' how to be brothers....I mean WHITIE bros...see...us black bruthas...we don't eat ass, boys....but we know how much y'all sweetbreads does. DIG IN! Happy Thanksgivin'.....HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
The boys just didn't care anymore. None of what they had was theirs anymore...they didn't think it...they just knew it. They belonged body and soul to their black daddy, and quivered, squealed, whimpered, grunted, moaned and gasped to give that man every last thing he needed to be happy.
'Barrup! Bram! Bam!'
Everybody jerked their raspers out of their respective buddy body part and looked to the door....
"Back to work, faggots...'iss prob'ly the office punk on his break with my chow. You get back to yur own chowin'!" Hobbs called over his shoulder as he went to the door.
His massive hog hung long, sleek, black, and thick and shimmered from teen spitslick in the light of the parking lot. The kid from the motel office handed up the bag of stuff Hobbs had asked him to get earlier.
The young dude was bustin' to see into the room which reeked of funk and fuck that wafted up into the dude's face and nose. He rubbed his itchy prick through his jeans not wanting to take his eyes off Hobbs' humongous tool, but still trying to see some of the action inside.
Hobbs cupped the back of the teener's head in the palm of his hand, and said, "You thinks yuh wanna play, boy?"
The kid was so fuckin' horny and anxious for whatever the fuck was happenin' just inside, that he just nodded rapidly, breathlessly, almost whispering, "Ohh yehhh!" rubbing frantic on his cock through his pants now,
"Yeww thinks yo' man enuff?" Hobbs goaded the fool punk.
"C'moaan, Trav! getcher ass a'movin'! Yur break's gonna be ovah and we ain't chased shit in this one horse town tuhnight!" came the prodding from his four buds in the car revvin' out in the center of the lot, wantin' to go find them some pussy.
The motel kid shot a hand out toward the car to calm them down, without missin' a beat and blurted out, "Oh, yehhh...yessss...sir! I be tooled and reddd-deee! and I sure am man enuff! I got me mah fust piece'a tail when I wuz jes' 10 y'ar old...mah tenth birfday, matter'a fack! You knows ahm ready, suhhh! Yessuh!" he was hunching and knee-bending wantin' so bad to get into whut he didn't know nuthin' about whut was happenin'....just wanted the fuck INNN!
With the bag of feed in one hand held up like a waiter does from underneath, and the young dude, 'Trav'.... trying to peek under Hobbs' elbow, Hobbs rubbed his broad chin with the other hand. He was looking out at the car with them four other whitie pullets just about as flaming fuckin' hot as the one he had right in front of him beggin' for play, and said, "W'alllll....lammee thank on'iss fer a few...." and shut the door leaving ol' Trav streamin' prefuck in his jeans! Trav was crazed and might'a about started hump-fuckin' the door jamb if........
"Doah's open, bowieee!" Hobbs called from inside, and Travis burst through the door and it banged off the wall reshutting itself....standing baldfaced, droolin' and spitting spray saying, " Ohh mann 'iss' is great man. Thank yuh fer 'vitin' me in. I can't wait to fun with y'all!"
All Trav saw was three white tails, sticking straight up at the ceiling....the hands underneath each butt were pushing up and holding them in position.
His cock musta doubled in size at the thought'a fuckin' him some prime pussy flesh, THREE TIMES OVERRRRR!!!
Hobbs was sprawled out in all his blackness on the matching bed next to the one them tight asses was warming up for ol' Trav. Travis was so fuckin' crazed shedding his drawers he didn't really get a good look at the 'pussy' treasure he was thinkin' he was hot for.
Hobbs kept pulling on his ebony truncheon which shone wickedly in the bed table's light and then he called Trav over with a, "Heah boy....y'all gonna like'iss."
Travis' wasn't lying when he said he was MORE than ready fer some hot ass.....that fucking kid was hung like a damn hoss!
"How big yo' is 'ere boy!" Hobbs asked as the boy approached Hobbs in all the boldness of the cocksure cuss he was.
He pulled the boy down on the bed next to him, and Hobbs fitted the boy's rasberry freckled hand to that big black boy pleaser of his.
"Evah felt anything like it, bowieeee?" Hobbs asked.
Knowing the answer from Trav's trembling hand, he moved it up and down on that slick mantrunk. After several up'n downs, the boy was looking mesmerized. It's not clear he knew where he was. All he knew now was the scent of fuck emanating from the precum sludge oozing out Hobbs' winking pisshole, and that of the earlier fuck-around Hobbs and the boys had before Travis was invited to join.
In a most smoothe but very pointed move Hobbs' big hand stronged up around Travis' neck and the young motel clerk was being fitted mouth, lips and tongue around a blackness the size of which he'd never imagined in all his borned days.
His eyes were poppin' out his head as his throathole felt the magnificent size of that horsedong seeking bottom, and then Trav was so relieved to be allowed off the end of it, just to swash it over with his tongue which was swirling that mouthful of prick like he'd done it all his life!
He'd have heard Hobbs' fingers snapping behind his buttnaked boyness if he was truly aware of anything...but he didn't, and he didn't feel the six hands stripping him of his shirt, and sneaks, socks, or the rumbled jeans and shorts curled around them at his feet.
He must have felt the tongue at his hole, the one sucking in his balls and the mouth on his 8 incher 'cause he seemed to redouble his now two-handed grip on Hobbs root while slopping over that masthead! He just kept woofin' on big black hog like there wasn't no tomorrow.
His gasping, breathless wheezing and squirming showed all Hobbs had to see of the young tool. Hobbs picked Travis up with one hand around his waist and eased him butt down over his belly where he then proceeded to raise the punk doof onto 'big blackie' and slowly, gently ease him down while the other three buttheads still worked his hole, nuts and dick with their tongues. There was man and boy sex all over the young dude.
It was Jameson whose tongue was up inside Travis as Hobbs' cock started up the new trainee's treasure trove.
Barry had become so enamored of all Hobbs had to offer that he stayed right on that massive fucktool till it completely disappeared up into Travis!
Who said beauty is only skin deep....it is truly at least 11 inches deep.....and driving!
Hobbs' big-assed smile was all white teeth and blackness in the dimly lit room as Travis felt the thrill of a ride he never thought he'd be taking. Up and down they went slowly and Bo, Twinkster and Barry were all around him biting his nipples, sucking his bobbing prick and sucking out his pits. Soon enough Barry was back down at the teener's buttslot and trying to get his tongue up that tightly jammed hotbox with all he could muster. He settled for licking what he could when Travis rose up each time. He loved licking at Trav's anal skins being pulled out of him every time Hobbs' meat reemerged.
Soon Travis was rolled over onto his back and Hobbs power drove the punk tool into the mattress. He loved how the air phoofed out of him each time he rammed his prize pullet.
Now he pulled two of the others to each side of Travis' head and had them feed their two cocks into his slobbering mouth. The kid was a fucking natural! He couldn't get those two cocks deep enough! "Dayammmmm, boy!!! Yo' is belongin' to diss my l'il sweetbread! Betcher honky buds outside din't know you'd like to be working their tools like a fine honed machine ehhh?"
Hmmmmm...that'd be a fact for sure. Welll, maybe not. After all, there had to be a few rounds of finding out what the other kid's got hanging back behind the barn some of these last years as the horny young dudes found out their dicks wasn't just for pissing. It might even be that while Travis lay to black meat for the first time, and had him some white boy play, he might actually be remembering his really first time with Bobby Jay in the hayloft when they slipped away from the baling job to grab some shuteye all them years ago.
Anyways, so much for his buds outside. There'd been a ruckus of whoops and yowls out in the lot about 5 minutes after the door slammed shut behind Travis. With about 3 horn blasts and a whine of burnt rubber, Travis' buds were off to find whatever cunt was still crawling the streets after the bars closed. Any money on it that they didn't find nothing but each others dicks before the night was over? 'Specially since one of them cunt stalkers in that car was Bobby Jay!
Hobbs was at his choreographing best as he moved the boys into this contortion and that to keep their assholes, hands and mouths full, while giving Travis the fucking of a lifetime!
He leaned to Travis, and was breath-to-breath with the teendude's double cocked mouth when he growled, "Yuh luvs it don'tchu honkyboy! Tell Daddy Hobbs yuh luvs it and don't want it nevah to stop."
"Thwwukkff! Phuvvit! Uggghhcch! Thwevuhskoppff!" Travis tried to repeat. The fever in that tool's hole was to behold! If that could only be recorded, scrapbooked a relieved again and again after the first reamage at the end of an 11 inch horse fat prick like he was gripping with his toyboy tight hole that very second!
Hobbs at last had his fill of fresh honky, and turned his charge over to his serf team of faggots that would take Travis through his paces. Barry, Twinker and Bo got the thrill of their first fuck since they swooned for Hobbs on the bus. Up till then all they did was serve....now they were going to have their first chance to 'service'.
Mannnn! and service they did. Travis was crawling balls naked from dude to dude to beg for the chance to give his ass to them. Just when he'd get one dick, balls deep into his mouth, there was another, and another! Then he'd see his feet curled above his head as the boys tried to feed Trav his own dick while they gang-plowed his hole one after the other and again and again!
True, Travis was way past his hour break, but in fact Travis learned all about life anew in just 90 butt-filling minutes!
Hobbs didn't want any attention by the motel owners if they came looking for their clerk...even if he really was 'serving' the clientele. Hobbs dragged his horny ass off the bed and took one of the boy's feet from it's perch above and behind Bo's neck and dragged the kid into the bathroom, where he shoved him into the shower on the floor and turned the spray on. "Yowwwwwwwwwww!' Trav screamed from the shock of the cold water on his fuck-steaming body. Jameson was assigned to Travis to get him dried, dressed and returned to the outside world of boring motel clerkdom.
Meanwhile, Hobbs was back in the bedroom with Bo and Twinker applying their tasters to his massive torso. Twink was under Hobbs' balls when Trav longingly rubbed his pecker through his jeans as he came back through the outer room with Barry.
Travis' heart was beating out of his chest as he stopped to watch the new arrangement of toyteens forlornly, as Bo weakly smiled and bounced on Hobbs' boyplow, with his fine pinky-white tool bobbing and slapping at Twink's head burrowed under Hobbs' huge balls.
Hobbs crooked a finger at the sappy kid who rushed to the bedside and slipped to his knees pursing his lips on Hobbs' reddish brown nipple. Hobbs' reached down and closed his fist in Travis' crotch through his jeans and squeezed till the boy squealed and threw his head back in tears. Hobbs' hand slipped up around the kid's neck and pressed the black-needy fucker's lips to where he was holding Bo up so Travis could get one more taste of that mancock from hell!
His face dug, and burrowed until he could get both lips on Hobbs' teenboy joygiver. He sucked and drooled and gasped for air, not wanting to leave what he knew he'd need again and again! Somehow, both he and Hobbs knew, it wouldn't be long till Hobbs was back at the motel to give the fire-hot young tooltail what he so cravenly needed!
With a yank and a shove, Travis was out from under Bo's boytail and was being ushered to the door by Barry Jameson. Hmmmm...it seemed Barry was not forgetting the chance he had to work some tool through Travis earlier, and just before he opened the door, he turned and just looked at the floor and then Travis' face....
Travis slowly kneeled and took Barry's dick in his mouth....and what was supposed to be just a goodbye 'cockslopping kiss' turned into a full 'blown' suck job! Before it was over and Barry shot his wad over the punk's tongue, he had him bent over backward, and arched up on his hands, facefucking Travis in a power-driving frenzy to climax!
Jameson pulled out of his cocksucker's mouth, and the trembling kid fell to the floor.
Jameson opened the door and without a word or a look, Travis just crawled out the door and Barry shut it behind him.
Hobbs called Barry over to the bedside and shoved Bo off his meaty boner, dragging Barry up onto it facing him. He then thunderously slapped Barry forehand and backhand over and over till the poor fucked up salesman burst into tears while bouncing his lilly white ass on Hobbs billyclub. His cries were like hiccup gasps as he bobbed on the huge mandick again and again.
"DON'T you nevah take liberties wiff my propitty, faggot! Nevah! Nevah! Nevah!" 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' the face slamming went on.
Barry cried and cried long after there were no more tears to stream down his face.
Some time later, Hobbs pulled the young man down to his chest and coddled him, petting the back of his head and neck, explaining that if Barry was ever going to be a perfect houseboy for Hobbs, he has to learn everything quickly so as to be able to please Hobbs 100% from the outset. "Yu unnerstand thet, boi?"
Barry whimpered into Hobbs neck under his ear and a tiny "Yesssir!" could barely be heard.
Back at Hobbs' asshole, Bo and Twink were working in tandem to happy their special black man...especially after what they saw happen to Jameson.
It was getting light out and Twinker's early bus would be arriving, so Hobbs sent him to the shower. The night was a blur to the cute blond twink as he turned his head up into the spray to waken himself for the day and his ride home.
He wondered if this night would...could...ever repeat itself for him. The thrill of the friction fever in his hole as that massive cock plowed him inside out! He whipped hard and fast on his smoothe and slender boy pud and was bucking and buckling and "Ohmigod....so gooood sogooood!" the boy called out to himself just above a whisper! Could he ever have again what Hobbs gave him this day????
When the naked slip of a boy came into the front room, he found Bo smuzzled onto a pillow with Barry sitting at his head fuck-feeding his cock into Bo's mouth as the boy took Hobbs' training tool in rapid-fire ham-slamming rammage.
Twinky watched in awe as the big man's ebony butt slot yawed open on outstroke and sealed for the pounding rut-fuck! He was dressing himself from the cloths strewn across the floor, and when he sat on the end of the bed to pull his sneaks on, the vibrations of the three quivering bodies, rutting in the throes of a wondrous fuck overtook the toy twink and he just laid into the big black hole and smooshed his lips and curl-hardened his tongue till he could get the last and best of the big man he might never have again.
Ohhhhhhhhhh! The sweat....that superheated slot....the funk and sex of it all consumed the young kid. He fucking couldn't get enough. He sucked and chewed and gnawed, humming, groaning, growling and even finger diddled the great manhole to make even more room for his voracious tongue!
Hobbs, for maybe the first time since he pulled Bo onto his hambone the day before on the bus, was truly crazed....needy...in serious fucking need....to fuck the living shit out of his awesome bungholer!
With one huge hand and beefy arm, he grabbed and swung Twinkster up on top of Bo's back, yanked the kid's freshly dressed butt, bareassed naked and pulling his prick from Bo he plowed into Twink with a raging fury of fiery lust!
He roared his approval as he sank balls deep into that cuteyboi hole, and cried out for joy as he nutted so powerfully up inside the trembling boy.
Twinky's dream did come true! He did have another chance. A chance to ride the forbidden....the black of it....the black fuck of it! The thrill of the steam friction heat on every nerve ending up his asshole. There would never be anything like it...and now he knew...he knew...it would always be the same...it would feel this good EVERY time...not just the first time.
While his just drained balls gave up a whole nother wad of boyjoyjizz, he looked into his black daddy's face and smiled a love....a love of cock! A love....of BLACK COCK!
Hobbs licked the boy's face...up his chin, over his lips and eyes and into his hair. He consumed the kid's mouth on return with those big rubbery lips....his spit gushed through Twink's mashed lips and out over the boy's tongue. 'Oh god! I love it! I love it! I fuckin' love'iss' echoed in Twink's mind as the big man separated their faces, picked the boy up and stood him on his feet with the kid reaching down to redress himself.
Twink stared as that semi-flacid 11 inch tool hung and swung below Hobbs muscled black belly while tightening his belt once more.
His tongue swabbed across his lips as he watched Hobbs' huge truncheon harden and rise in its heat-seek of Bo's winking butthole again.
Hobbs smacked the kid's ass hard and shook him loose to make his bus.
The bright morning sun blazed across the big black ass rut-reaming him some honkyboy tail as Twink went out and turned to watch one more time.....
His hand dug inside the waistband of his jeans as he started to pull the door shut. With just a crack still open, he peered in and heard, "Take it yu whiteyfaggot! You need it boi! Tell Daddy you needs it!"
"OhhhhhhhhhhhDaddddddeeeeee! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-yiiiiiiiiii NEEEEEDIT S-o-o-o-o-o-o badddddddd!!!"
Twink's knees buckled and he slumped into the door jamb as he pulled the door shut with his hand wet and sticky from the fresh boy gooooze drooling from his prick. He licked the door frame as he pulled himself up and made for the street out to bus station.
He could feel gushing blackman sperm in his tail when his cheeks rubbed side-to-side as he walked. He fished that hand out from around his cock and worked in back and down into his slimy buttcrease.
His bus was pulling in at 7 AM on the dot as he pulled two coated fingers up to his mouth and sucked them inside....and shot a whole 'nother load into his pants as he fell onto the first step of the bus!
The tall slender boy behind him, grabbed his elbow and helped him up the stairs and down the aisle to a seat together. Twinker was whimpering, and the handsome boy put his arm around Twink and the boy cuddled to the bigger kid's chest.
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