This story is pornoGRAPHIC fiction! Should depictions of homosexual acts or interracial domination offend your sensibilities, read no further!! If you're under the age of consent, turn back at once!!! Otherwise, read on...
ROUGHNECK LUV by Skorpio
Jaheem, Michael, and Junebug were kickin' back at Dontay's crib in the bricks, sipping on some forties, rolling blunts, talking junk, and killing time. It was one of those hot, sticky, dog-day afternoons and Dontay's a.c. was broken, so these cats had casually stripped to their boxers. Their ripped torsos glistened in the jungle humidity so that they very much resembled a trio of bodybuilders oiled before a competition.
Dontay's crib was an efficiency apartment with a small living room area furnished with a tan leather sofa bed, and two leather armchairs. A pressed wood entertainment center partitioned off the kitchenette. Smoke spiraled from a tall stick of sweet-scented incense. 50 Cent was blasting rhymes on the CD sound system:
"I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollypop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot. . . ."
"Where da fuck is Dontay?" muttered Jaheem, flipping through the gay porn magazine left out on the coffee table. "Think he's wit' his boo?"
Tallest and darkest of the three, Jaheem had tight zigzag cornrows and a silver hoop in his left ear. His skin was the color of coffee with half a splash of cream and a hint of gold. He hadn't worn a shirt all summer. He liked to brag that concealing a body like his was a sin against nature.
"Dontay knockin' boots wit' sum new nigga?" Michael asked, puffing on a blunt.
Around his shaved dome Michael sported a solid black bandanna with points hanging over one eye Tupac-style.
His dark mocha chest was studded with outstanding nips, long and thick like huge stamens on some rare African flower. His muscular arms and shoulders were inked with tribal and Kanji tats.
"Didn't chu hear? He wit' some cracker now," muttered Junebug, making no effort to dampen his disdain.
Junebug was phyne looking with flashing dark eyes and a deep cocoa brown complexion. His jet-black hair was twisted into little Bantu knots. A long, 14 karat gold chain and cross hung almost to his navel. Both nips, not nearly as big as Michael's, were pierced with 14 gauge silver hoops. Standing five foot, ten inches tall, Junebug was the smallest and the slenderest, but his physique was tight.
"I can`t believe dat shit, gee!" cracked Michael, passing the blunt. "Dontay wit' sum whiteboy? Nah, that just don't sound right and you know dat!"
"Word is bond," Jaheem responded with cool indifference, distracted as he was by a photo spread in "Black Inches."
"I just don't get it," Michael grumbled with sheer animosity. "What can Dontay want wit' some flat ass, li'l dick, wet-dog-smellin' cracker?"
At that moment the door to the crib creaked open. Dontay entered, closely followed by a twenty-something, pale white guy of average height and average build, short reddish hair and wide periwinkle eyes, bee-stung lips and freckles across his small, thin nose. A black, oversized 76er's jersey, Dontay's of course, draped his body to the knees, exposing lightly tanned, well-shaped arms and shoulders.
Dontay sported a white do-rag over a short fade and a white cotton headband. A long white tee-shirt hung down over his long, black Rocawear shorts. Black quarter socks and black Jordans completed the look. Dontay was almost as tall as Jaheem and was built like a fullback. An ear-reaching grin lit his face.
"What's crackin'?" Dontay greeted, daps all around for his niggas.
"It's all good," said Junebug, with distinctly less bonhomie. "We just been waitin' on yo' black azz, dats all!"
"Yo, I ain't been around much lately, but I been busy, know what I'm sayin'?" said Dontay. He loved these cats and Junebug not the least.
"Who's yo' friend?" Michael asked, looking the whiteboy up and down suspiciously.
"I was gettin' to that," said Dontay. "This my baby, Richie. Richie, meet da fellas."
One by one, Jaheem, Michael, and Junebug introduced themselves, shaking the whiteboy's soft, smooth hand with vice-like grips.
"So how long y'all been seein' each otha?" Michael pursued.
"How long has it been, boo?" Dontay asked Richie, kissing him on the lips while slipping a large, muscular arm around his boyfriend's slender waist. "Two weeks?"
"Yeah, I guess so," said Richie, nervously.
Dontay had mentioned his posse many times, but nothing could have prepared Richie for these hot, bare-chested, extremely desirable Black thugs. All three seemed very masculine and intimidating, especially as they were wearing only boxers.
Had Richie passed them on the sidewalk, he would have never guessed they were in the life. But then, Richie would have never guessed that Dontay was gay either, if they had not met in a gay bar.
Richie thought that Dontay's friends were very hot indeed, but he wasn't a slut. In fact, Richie was a soft-hearted romantic.
In the past three weeks it seemed like Richie and Dontay had sex about a thousand times or more. Every encounter began with passionate, amorous kissing and ended up with Richie sucking Dontay's nine inch cock or taking it up his ass to his everlasting pleasure and delight.
Dontay was Richie's first Black lover. In his previous relationships (with other white fags) Richie had sucked and been sucked, fucked and been fucked.
For some reason he was still trying to figure out, Richie didn't object that Dontay never reciprocated.
Dontay never touched Richie's cock (six inches hard), yet he delivered so much lusty attention to Richie's plump ass, hot mouth, and super-sensitive nipples that Richie never gave it any thought.
In short, Richie was in love and would do anything for his new lover.
"Baby, these my boyz," Dontay explained, gazing directly into Richie's sweet blue eyes with a look of unmistakable affection.
"I never had no real family," Dontay continued. "You see, I grew up wit these brothas. They my family.
Ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for them and ain't nothin' they won't do for me! Am I right, my niggaz?"
"Hell yahhh," said Jaheem, slapping Dontay with a high five.
Junebug handed the blunt to Richie, who placed it somewhat nervously between his lips. All four thugs laughed when he choked on the smoke.
"I need a glass of water," Richie sputtered.
"Drink dis!" Michael offered him a half-emptied forty of Steel Reserve.
Richie accepted the bottle and took a deep swig, not wanting to embarrass Dontay before his friends. The harsh malt liquor stung his throat and made his head spin.
Snoop Dogg was on the sound system, rapping to R. Kelly's lyrics:
"Happy summertime, niggas... Drop up in da summer time and we rollin' through da block wit' da sun shinin' and I just wanna ride, I just wanna ride go to da mall and I hit da gym and have a pool party get some chicks... all swim I just wanna ride, I just wanna ride...."
Junebug stood and took Dontay aside to whisper a few words into his ear. Dontay listened closely and grinned from ear to ear, displaying his perfect white teeth, perfect sensuous lips.
"Go ahead, drink some mo'. I think you gonna need it," Michael suggested with an almost avuncular tone. Richie responded by taking another deep swallow.
Richie always felt safe and protected when he was with Dontay. For the first time in his life, he was with a strong and masculine man who could look out for him. At this very moment, however, Richie was somewhat uneasy, never having been in the projects before, let alone in the presence of several hot, sexy, intimidating thugs in their underwear. And they were hot as hell, there was no denying that! But between the malt liquor and the blunt, Richie's nervous apprehensions were melting away.
Dontay turned to his white boyfriend and said tenderly: "Baby, there's somethin' very special I want chu to do for me. It's like this. There's no way we gonna make it unless my posse likes you, know what I'm sayin'? That's why I need you to take care of my niggaz like you been doin' for me, aiiiight?"
Richie looked bewildered. "What are you saying, Dontay?"
"I'm sayin' you needs to give it up to my boyz if you wants to be wit' me."
Jaheem and Michael sat back in the loveseat with legs spread, their beautiful physiques on display. Jaheem rested his hands in his lap which displayed a significant bulge. Michael's muscular arms were raised, hands behind his head, armpits exposed with jet-black fur. It was impossible not to stare at the silver hoops in Michael's prominent nipples.
Junebug, standing beside Dontay, pulled his long, hard dick from his green and black plaid boxers and stroked it. Junebug's cock looked like a thick brown cigar.
"But, I just want to be with you," said Richie. "Dontay, I love you. I only want to be with you."
"That's I what want too! We always gonna be together, `cuz I love the hell outta you, word is bond! But if you wanna be mines, you gots to give it up to my boyz. That's how we roll! Do this for me, boo! Make my nikkas happy, aiiight? Take care of da fellas! Do it for us, baby."
Richie was totally in love with Dontay and had come to crave Dontay's perfect cock in a serious way.
Dontay peeled off his long white tee. Jaheem and Michael both had their cocks sticking from the slit in their boxers like large ebony batons.
"Get down, baby," said Dontay, firmly. "Do this for me. Do it now. Don't let me down, aiiight?" He uttered this in a deep, stern tone that Richie had never heard before.
Those words, that timbre, triggered something in Richie. Almost without thinking, he got down on his knees before Junebug. The sneering thug towered over him with his dangling cocoa brown cock at eye-level. Richie decided if this was what Dontay wanted, he would do it. He wanted to prove to Dontay how much he loved him
"You ready to suck sum dick?" said Junebug, his large dark eyes hooded with contempt.
Richie put his thin, moist lips to work on Junebug's phat, silky black cock. The sheer heat of Junebug's cock warmed Richie's mouth and his furry crotch smelled familiar, so much like Dontay's crotch, an African aphrodisiac of sweat that was so intense it made Richie delirious.
"Ohhh, shitttttt," Junebug gasped, enjoying the whiteboy's warm, moist mouth as if engulfed his eight inch pipe. "Dayumm, that's what I'm talkin' `bout! Unhhhh, yiiii-ahhh! Suck dat dick whiteboy! Get it all in yo mouf!"
With both hands, Junebug held Richie's head like a basketball, jamming his dick down that eager throat. Richie sucked on Junebug's thick cigar cock like he was sucking Dontay. Richie was in love. He really didn't want any man's cock in his mouth except Dontay's, but if Dontay wanted him to do this, he was eager.
"Y'all need to get sum of dis shit!" Junebug hollered with approval.
Michael and Jaheem rose from the sofa and loomed over Richie while he deep-throated Junebug. The whiteboy's hungry mouth was a sight to see. Richie released Junebug's cock from his lips and turned to Michael's nine inch magic stick.
Richie slurped away at Michael's thick cock, licking the shaft up and down, choking as it stuffed his throat while Dontay looked on.
"Suck dem dicks, baby!" urged Dontay. "Suck `em like you suck mines! All da way down! Treat my boyz like you do me!"
In addition to Richie's love for Dontay, there was something about Dontay's voice and something about the musky scent of their bodies that made Richie eagerly comply. He had never done anything remotely like this before, but he wanted to please Dontay, whatever it took.
Richie didn't have time to analyze his situation as he was too busy bobbing up and down on these demanding cocks. One observation that he could not put out of his thoughts was how meager and inadequate his own penis was in comparison to Dontay's and his friends.
Dontay's cock stretched open Richie's lips as Richie stroked Jaheem's and Michael's hard-as-marble cocks with both hands.
Junebug tugged off Richie's blue jeans and white briefs and proceed to knead the whiteboy`s plump, soft booty before licking two long fingers and thrusting them into Richie's puckered hole. Richie moaned, caught up in his passion for cock.
"Make me bust this nutt, baby!" Dontay urged. "C'mon, now, suck it right! Yahh, like that!"
Junebug drooled spit into Richie's hole, then pushed his thick, hard cock into that sweet, tight, pinkish pussy. Richie gasped, letting Dontay's cock slip from his mouth. Dontay grabbed Richie by the hair and thrust his dick back into the whiteboy's throat.
"Keep it in yo' mouf," said Dontay.
Junebug steadily pumped Richie's white ass with long, deep strokes. He reached beneath the whiteboy's oversized jersey and grabbed those nipples. Once again, Richie moaned in helpless pleasure.
"Oh yahhh, the bitch likes her titties pulled!" said Junebug. "Yo, Jaheem, handle these tits while I work dat pretty ass."
Jaheem took over, twisting Richie's swollen, aching nipples without mercy. Pain and pleasure shot through Richie's chest like bolts of electric current. Dontay held Richie's head in place, drilling his throat with the same force and rhythm that Junebug used to fuck Richie's other hole.
With his left hand, Richie stroked Michael's throbbing cock. Jaheem squeezed Richie's nuts.
"Unnnhhhh, no, no, unnnnhhhh, yes, yes!!!" Riche grunted, helplessly. His nipples still felt sore and now his testicles felt similar torment.
"Dayumm, I gots to admit da pussy good!" Junebug hollered. "I see why you like this bitch, nigga!"
Michael was checking out how Junebug's chocolate phallus stretched Richie's pussy lips open wide. The whiteboy had a fine white bubble butt with a tight little hole that just begged to be fucked.
"My turn," Michael announced.
Junebug gave Richie's hot hole a few more powerful thrusts, bam! Bam! Bammm!!!! Then he yanked out his dick and turned the pussy over to Michael. Dontay withdrew his cock from Richie's mouth and let Junebug take his place.
"Look at dat li'l coochie go to work!" said Michael, mercilessly pounding Richie's ass. "Hike dat azz up! Hike it up there! Git yo azz up in the air! You know how you want it!"
Michael was an expert pussy-fucker. He knew how to work his hips, how to drive his dick like a piston deep inside a hole.
Dontay said to his boyfriend, "You gonna make that pussy cum?"
"Yiii-ahhh, dat's what I'm talkin' about!" Michael exclaimed with wild satisfaction. "Look at his li'l bad azz! He loves it!"
Michael's cock slid in and out of Richie's hot, tight, wet hole. In and out he fucked that pussy. For both Michael and Richie it was the ultimate sensation, if for different reasons.
"Ohhh yes, unnnhhh, yesss oh yesss, oh God yess," Richie moaned uncontrollably.
Richie always romanticized sex, but now he loved being used as a hole. Did all Black men fuck like this, with such potency, size, and intensity? Getting fucked by Dontay was always an incredible experience, but being fucked by Dontay and his three friends was mind-blowing ecstasy. This orgy was like being with Dontay times four.
"Unhhh, huhhh, huhhhh, huhhhh," panted Dontay as he worked his big dick in and out of his baby's warm, wet hole.
For the next few hours these four ruffnecks took turns screwing Richie in every position imaginable.
He was on his back with Jaheem holding him by the ankles while Michael drilled his throat. He was on his hands and knees doggy style with Dontay deep inside his ass while Junebug controlled the head once more.
He was bent face-down over the back of the tan leather sofa and mercilessly long-dicked by Jaheem, spreading Richie's white cheeks apart with his large coffee-colored hands.
Then, Jaheem turned that sweet white jelly ass over to Michael. Richie begged to rest for just a moment, but wasn't given a choice. Michael raped that white ass without a second thought, driving deep, fucking hard, taking his pleasure.
Despite the pain, the look on Richie's face was one of sheer elation. He had never before experienced anything like this. It awoke the slut in him. He felt somewhat humiliated, being used this way like a common slut, but he could not get enough.
Michael gave some head to both Jaheem and Junebug. Jaheem sucked on Junebug's dick. Dontay went down on Jaheem and screwed Michael in the ass, but no one paid attention to Richie's little white penis. Neither Dontay nor any of his friends bothered for a second with Richie's stiff white prick. It just didn't interest them.
At one point, the entire crew took turns spanking Richie's plump white ass until it turned bright red. The room echoed with their laughter, having never seen a white ass blush like that before.
Over the years they had all shared their tricks with one another, but this was the first whiteboy any of them had ever experienced.
There was something powerfully erotic in the color contrast of their dark dicks on that milky ass that was a turn-on, not to mention the whiteboy's submissiveness. He was nothing like the black bottoms they had pulled trains on before. . They worked the whiteboy's perky nips until they were raw and swollen. Michael especially made sure that Richie's nipples were enlarged. Each brotha busted a nut three times, whether it was in Richie's throat or his pussy or both.
Richie's throat was sore and his ravaged but happy rectum felt like it had been turned inside out. Cum remained in his mouth that he hadn't managed to swallow yet. Cum dripped from his face and stuck to his hair.
Resting on his stomach, gasping for breath, weakened and worn out, Richie never felt so satisfied. He had never been fucked like this before, not even by Dontay and certainly by none of his previous white boyfriends.
It was the most incredible fucking Richie ever experienced! His asshole was incredibly sore but he loved the sensation, knowing he did it for the Man he loved.
Can any white male take four Black dicks in his throat and pussy without being over-stimulated and overwhelmed?
The last thing Richie heard before passing out on the living room floor was Dontay's voice and the voices of his crew.
"Y'all was wondering why I'm messin' wit a cracker. Now ya know!!! I love dis bitch."
"Yahh, I see why you love dis whiteboy!" said Jaheem. "He sweet like dat, yo! You say he got yo' back, so I don't got no problem. Yahh, I like yo' li'l girlfriend."
"Wake his ass up! Tell yo' bitch to make us some dinner, aiiiight?" said Junebug.
"Nah, let my baby sleep," said Dontay, with more than a hint of real affection. "He earned it, don't chu think?"
At that point, Richie passed out altogether, but this would not be the only time he gave it up to Dontay's crew. Richie came to realize that being a thug's boyfriend meant being used again and again by Dontay's posse.
Junebug took full advantage of this opportunity. There were times when Richie didn't know who was fucking him more, Junebug or his lover Dontay. Both gave Richie such a sensual pleasure, but Dontay screwed him gently and lovingly, while Junebug pumped that booty with righteous indignation and shot his sperm like venom.
As for Jaheem and Michael, Richie's holes were a convenience whenever the gang got together and felt like getting down. Eventually, Jaheem and Michael introduced their own lovers, but these were, of course, Black men like themselves who couldn't wait to fuck Dontay's white boyfriend, given the opportunity.
As the saying goes, "If you don't fuck him, some one else will!"
Richie was more than eager to surrender his ass and throat to Dontay's friends, because it pleased Dontay and seemed to make him proud. In the meantime, the sheer skill and power with which Dontay made passionate love to Richie, kept the whiteboy completely satisfied.
Richie loved and needed Dontay and would do anything for him. Dontay loved Richie back, so long as he did what he was told.
THE END