Service Thug Neighbor Part 3: Milk in the Coffee
My neighbor Ty had turned me into a dick-sucking pussy boy, and now I couldn't get enough. It was a hot summer night and Ty was out of town. Sitting home alone (my mom was pulling a late shift as a nurse at the hospital), I was horny and wanting to get some crystal meth, a drug Ty had turned me onto, so I threw on some jeans over my jock strap and a t-shirt and headed out.
Ty had a few dudes around town that supplied him with meth to sell, and I had on occasion accompanied him to various residences on his trips to score. So tonight I drove across town to the apartment of this dude named Sam. Luckily he was at home, and he invited me to come in.
He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and he was dripping wet. "I was just finishing up my shower," he said. "Go into the living room and relax. I'll be out in just a second."
I went to the den and sat on the leather sofa. The widescreen television was turned on but the volume was on mute, and I was startled to glance over at the screen and see a man and woman fucking. It was a porn flick playing on DVD, and a hot one at that. I tried to control my excitement as I felt my dick stirring in my tight jeans.
A few minutes later Sam strutted into the den wearing a heavy white terrycloth robe, drying his sandy brown hair with a towel. The robe was open down to his navel, exposing a well-built chest, flat tone stomach, and a sexy thin trail of hair starting below his navel and leading down. He flopped down on the sofa next to me after grabbing a large cigar box from the other side of the room.
"I didn't take too long did I?" he asked and flashed a sexy smile as he opened the box and took out his large stash of meth, a scale, and some baggies.
He was fine as hell. "Not at all," I answered and tried to ignore the hot fucking on the TV as well as his sexy body that was radiating heat right next to me. In spite of myself, I felt my dick stirring again in my pants.
"How much you need?" he asked.
"I can only get a fifty tonight," I answered.
"I gotcha," he said and quickly made up my order and then handed me the bag.
I stood up to fish the cash out of my wallet, and the tight jeans did nothing to hide my plump cute bubble butt as well as my growing hard-on in the front.
He definitely noticed, his eyes becoming fixated on my ass. I turned to hand him the fifty dollars and realized he was staring at my juicy ass, and he didn't try to look away. Handing him the cash, I stole a glance between his legs, and I could see his bulge growing.
"You wanna smoke some here?" he asked and pulled a glass pipe and butane torch out of the cigar box. "It's on me, kid."
"Sure," I answered, sitting back down and trying not to stare at his chiseled body or his crotch. The robe had fallen open even more when he had sat down, and his thick brown pubes were now visible along with what looked to be a good sized dick.
He lit the torch up after loading the pipe and passed it to me. I took one hit, and then another, and then with his urging a third.
"That's some good shit, isn't it!" he exclaimed as I gagged on the arid white smoke as I blew it out of my mouth and nose. Immediately I felt light-heated and spaced-out, the fastest some meth had ever hit me. I was so blown I had to lean all the way back into the sofa as I passed the pipe and torch to him.
He promptly started hitting the pipe as I closed my eyes and felt the powerful effects of the dope. A smile covered my face as I enjoyed the high I was feeling.
Moments later I opened my eyes when I felt him patting my knee gently with one hand and putting more crystal in the pipe with the other.
"Get you some more," he urged, pressing the pipe and torch into my hands. Hey, there was no way I was turning down free dope, so I laid back and smoked on.
As I was hitting the pipe, Sam's attention went from staring at me to focusing on the wild porno playing on his widescreen. Since I was busy getting totally blitzed, I failed at first to notice him getting more and more turned on, openly rubbing his growing crotch and moaning as he licked his lips.
"Wanna work a deal out for you to get some more?" he suddenly asked.
At first I was so into inhaling the acrid white smoke coming from the pipe that I didn't even look over at him nor did I even acknowledge his question.
"I asked if you wanted to work out a deal to get yourself a nice amount tonight to take with you," he said with a cocky smile as he stood and walked over to the window. He turned his back to me and began closing the window blinds.
This time I had heard him. "How much?" I asked as I took a break from the pipe. I was thinking that Sam was suggesting that he front me something like a gram for a few days until I could pay him back.
"An 8-ball," he replied casually, his back still to me."
His word took me by surprise and made my mouth drop open. In these parts an 8-ball, which is three and half grams, usually goes for at least $250.00 a pop. Thinking he was joking, I put the pipe down on the coffee table, stood up, and stretched with my back turned to his back. "Sam, man, I won't have that type of cash for quite a while," I replied as I stretched, my eyes closed as the effects of the crystal begin to hit me full force.
At first I thought perhaps I was imagining things or perhaps hallucinating when I felt hot breath blowing on the back of my neck and the warmth of another body close to mine from behind, very close behind. I opened my eyes, but before I could turn around Sam's big strong hands were resting on my shoulders.
"Who said anything about cash?" he whispered into my ear, his voice positively dripping with sex. Suddenly his body drew even closer, and I felt his hard prick rub against me. It was hard, and very large from what I could tell. He grabbed my right hand from my side and quickly led it behind me and placed it on his cock, which I now felt was only semi-hard, yet I guessed that it was already very thick and about 8 inches already.
"You feel what you did to me?" he whispered again in my ear, and instantly my own dick became as hard as a rock in my tight blue jeans. "Ty told me what a great fuck you are, and I have been waiting to do your pretty little black ass." His hands found their way to my shapely bottom and they began to slowly caress and fondle my cheeks. "You give me some of this and the 8-ball is yours to keep baby boy. No one has to know...it'll be our little secret."
He let one of his hands slip around to my dick and when he started rubbing my manhood, I couldn't help but to close my eyes, lean my head back onto his strong, muscular chest, and let out a moan of pure ecstasy.
"You like that baby boy?" he asked and continued to fondle me in the front and the back while at the same time gyrating his hardening cock into my backside. "Can I get some of this brown sugar?"
"Yes, Sam," I answered in lust, my breath taken away by both the feelings of being high off the crystal as well as the way his touch was making me feel. "I'll give you whatever you want."
He laughed as he licked my ear while guiding my right hand inside of his robe and placing it on his naked, now fully erect 9 ½ inch dick.
Still keeping my hand wrapped around his dick, Sam turned me around to face him and kissed me gently on my lips as he began to lead me into his huge bedroom. There was a king-sized waterbed in the middle of the room with blue satin sheets already turned down, and he directed me to sit down on it. He stood in front of me and untied the front of the terrycloth robe, allowing his dick to jump out just inches from my face. The perfectly beautiful cock was curved and cut, with big red balls hanging low and the dick was rising from a sexy brown mass of pubic hair.
"I'm ready for those big hot juicy cock-sucking lips to be wrapped around my dick," he declared. "You wanna suck Sam's big white cock baby boy?" He took his dick in one hand and gently tapped my lips with it, and then slowly began rubbing my lips with the head, which was already oozing precum.
My answer was to open my mouth and let my tongue begin to slowly lick the mushroom head of his prick. Then I let my tongue travel up and down the length of his cock, licking up, down, and all round as if his dick were a long lollipop.
"That's it baby boy," he moaned, placing his hands on the top of my head, his head rolling round and round in enjoyment. "Lick daddy's big white cock."
I smiled up at him, and then without warning I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the entire length of his dick while creating a sucking sensation with my mouth and jaws.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed and his eyes shot wide-open, his hands gripping my head tightly.
I buried my face in his bush of fine pubic hair and inhaled deeply. I love getting my face between a man's legs in his pubes and just inhaling his scent into my lungs deeply. Sam's had that familiar yet individually distinct male musk, which was mixed with a wild berry type scent that I guess came from his body wash.
I took him down my throat, and then gave him my patented trick: I used to muscles in my throat to squeeze his pulsating dick.
"Fucking shit!" he yelled, grabbing onto the back of my head as I felt the pressure building from the base of his cock and moving upwards. He was about to cum. He tried to pull his dick out of my mouth, but I stopped him when the head was just inside my lips, which clamped down tightly around it and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.
"Fuck!" was all he could manage to saw before a steady stream of thick cum exploded from his cock and into my mouth, instantly shooting down my hungry throat. I kept sucking intensely on the head, milking his dick like it had never been sucked before.
After a few minutes, he withdrew his now semi-hard dick from my mouth. It was wet with my saliva and his cum, and he was clearly exhausted. Sam collapsed onto the waterbed beside me on his back. "I've never cum that fast before," he huffed, breathing hard and fast, "especially from a blow job. Who taught you how to give head like that?"
I smiled and shrugged. "I just taught myself," I replied and rolled around, flopping down on my stomach beside him. I stared at his impressive chest, especially his large red nipples that were already erect. He had a small patch of hair between his solid pecs, and then a narrow trail of fine brown hairs leading down to his belly button, which then formed a sexy nature trail to his crotch. I tenderly took my index finger and followed the trails back and forth and then lightly ran the finger around and over the rosebud nipples, and the actions elicited more moan from him.
After several moments of lying in this state, he abruptly jumped up and ran into the living room. After a few minutes he strode back into the bedroom with the pipe and torch, a large baggie filled to the top with the ice-like shards of crystal, and a bottle of chilled Moet with two glasses. He put the items on the nightstand beside the bed closest to me as he closed his robe and tied it again, leaving his dick, by now growing hard again, making a tent in the front.
"Make yourself, comfortable," he said as he popped the cork on the champagne, poured the golden liquor into the glasses, handed one to me, and took the other in his hand and took a large gulp. "Let me go take a piss and I'll be right back. Load up the pipe and you can go ahead and smoke if you want."
As he walked into the bathroom and closed the door, I took a few sips of the Moet and then put the glass down. An urge suddenly came over me, and my own dick stood straight up and grew so hard it hurt. My ass began to twitch and grow moist. I wanted Sam, and I wanted him now. I had never been fucked by a white dude, and it had been a fantasy of mine for awhile now, and for sexy as hell Sam, the classic boy-next-door white bread All-American (even though he was a drug dealer) dreamboat to be the one was making me wet with anticipation.
Standing up, I stripped out of my clothes in less than a second but left my white jockstrap on. Then I crawled into the middle of the luxurious bed and flopped down on my stomach, resting my head on one of the huge down feather pillows that I hugged tightly as I heard Sam unleash a steady stream of piss into the toilet. I closed my eyes and purposefully position my perfect chocolate bubble butt into the air slightly, my cherry red and throbbing hole of my anus beating like a heart, ready to be taken and used by Sam.
I heard his phone begin to ring, and he must have had an extension in the bathroom because I heard him speaking. It turned into an extended conversation, of which I could make out that the caller was one of Sam's clients who apparently was wishing to come over to buy, but Sam was telling the caller he was unavailable right now. The conversation went on for a few minutes, and in that time I managed to drift into a light sleep while rotating my pelvis slowly around on the lush satin sheets.
The sound of the toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening awakened me, and as soon as I opened my eyes I heard a gasp from Sam.
He stood at the end of the bed staring at my gyrating ass, his mouth wide open with his tongue licking his lips. He still wore the terrycloth robe, which he quickly untied to free his once again solid and pulsing big dick.
"Baby boy, that is one fine, sexy, and beautiful piece of ass," he mumbled as he sat down on the bed beside me and began to gently play with my cheeks. He then looked me straight in the eye with a serious expression. "Baby boy, Sam is about to fuck this pretty black ass and use you like you want. I'm gonna make you moan and whimper like a little lusty whore. I'm gonna use you like a bitch, but you're gonna like it. When I get through with your pretty ass, you'll be begging me for more, and rest assured I'm gonna give it to you all night long. So get ready, because Sam here is gonna be your big dick white daddy now, and daddy is gonna fuck him a black pussy boy bitch tonight."
His word made my ass really twitch and get wet, and as he slowly inserted one of his strong, long fingers inside of me, I let out a low, deep moan, moving my ass back towards him. If he wanted to use me tonight, he was in luck, because tonight I was in the mood to be bitched out by a dude like Sam...
TO BE CONTINUED