"Damn, Tony!" I muttered. "Your dick tastes like pussy!" I winced as I spit his hard, Italian dick out of my mouth.
He gazed down at my kneeling form and shrugged. "I'm married," he sighed. "What'd ya expect? I gotta service the old lady once in a while to make it seem legit."
"Geez, Man! Wash it off before you bring it in here," I reminded him. "That thing's foul!" I added rising to my feet. I flicked at his right nipple with my right hand and squeezed his pussy-flavored dick with the other. It was a nice piece, fat like most Italian dicks I'd sucked. But, it wasn't his dick I was interested in. Since high school, I'd been sucking him off, bending him over, rimming his ass with a mouthful of his jizz, and fucking the hell out of his hairy ass with my big, black horsedick. We both loved this arrangement for the last 10 years.
"You gonna fuck me, anyway?" he smiled, slowly stroking my monster.
"Yeah, Tony, I am. But, because we been business partners for so long, I'm gonna make sure you get off, too. Tyrone! Get your black ass over here," I shouted over my shoulder. Both of us stood there nude, waiting for a similarly naked Tyrone to join us. Tyrone was as loyal as the day was long. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the string, but he loved Tony's dick in his ass and Tyrone was the best enforcer I'd ever had. He was fearless, followed my orders to the letter, and violent. He was also the best bottom my dick had ever been in. And I'd fucked a lot of guys!
"Yeah, Darrell," Tyrone drawled. "'Sup?"
"You hungry for some Italian dick?" I asked him.
"Always," he responded. He reached over to a nearby table and grabbed a tube of lube while jacking Tony's hard, fat dick. Leaving the Italian sausage for a moment, Tyrone lubed up his own deep, pucker hole and stroked more lube on to Tony's dick. "Need a ride?" he grinned over his shoulder at his frequent fuck. He bent over in front of my Italian partner and wiggled his bubble butt. "Deliveries in the rear, Baby."
Tony's thick dick wiped some dick drips against Tyrone's exposed hole and pushed forward. "Yeah!" Tony groaned. "Best fuckin' ass in town," he added as his thick post hit bottom. Tyrone takes my 10" by 6" dick easily, so Tony's 7" by 6" dick is a stroll in the park for my enforcer. "Plug in, Darrell," Tony smiled at me.
I knelt behind him again and spread his beefy butt. His hole winked at me as his dick jerked and leaked in Tyrone's ass. With a practiced tongue, I speared his Italian back door and sampled again the first ass I'd ever fucked. Just as good as I remembered it, I grinned to myself.
After getting his hole wet, I stood behind his 5'9" frame and pressed my fat dickhead against his yielding man-cunt. Tony sighed when he felt my dick invade his tight ass. Despite being married, he loved man sex. He could never get enough. And he particularly liked man sex with black men. That was probably because I was his first fuck, and had introduced him to several bruthas who liked white boy ass, too.
After each marijuana delivery from Tony, he got paid and he got fucked. Usually, he got sucked off by me, too. But, today, his dick was foul, so he fucked Tyrone to get his nut. Of course, Tony didn't mind. He liked Tyrone's horny ass as much as I did.
My man at the door to the warehouse always checked the quantity and quality of the weed that Tony brought. I didn't know where Tony got it; and I didn't want to know where it came from, either. His Mafia connections were tight, but he could have been free-lancing. The less I knew about his supply chain, the healthier I was going to be and the longer my life would be.
My door man would give him a receipt for the drugs that Tony brought in and then make him strip. Lockers were provided for his clothes as well as rubber sandals to wear if he came deeper into the warehouse.
In fact, anyone who came into the warehouse was required to strip. Wearing the provided sandals was optional, but considering the dirt, oil, and broken glass on the floor, it was a good idea. I wasn't immune to my own rules, either. I worked naked all day long, just like everyone else. I wanted no weapons and no hidden wires (thus, preventing recordings of our transactions by The Man) in my place of business. This way, I got to check out a lot of good dick and ass, too.
My dealers were carefully selected, too. They paid me promptly and I provided them with a quality product. They each had their own territories, they never sold to minors, and they all liked dick and ass. Tyrone was my enforcer for territory disputes, and monitored and dealt severely with sales to minors. I never was sure how many of my dealers were gay. Some may have been on the "down low." Either way, I gotta lot of good tail and dick.
I'd never been fucked and wasn't about to give my ass up to any of these losers, even if they were hot, well-hung, and thugged out. Attitude didn't cut it for me. If they copped some attitude with me, Tyrone taught them a lesson in humility. He was street-smart, Special Forces trained, and a dirty fighter. He was only 5'10", but he was built like a brick full of muscles. If there was any fat on him, I never saw it. I'd installed a gym for him in my warehouse to keep him toned, strong, and practiced. My boy could fight with a knife, gun, or ball-point pen. He could make any object into a lethal weapon, including his hands and feet.
In other words, don't fuck with Tony! Unless, of course, you were coming at him with a big dick and it was aimed at his ass. He'd bend over for any man who had at least 8" and most men with less than that. He'd bareback most men, but not all. He had some kind of 6th sense about who was HIV+ and who wasn't. He wasn't infallible in that way, but he took precautions until he had a chance to check them out thoroughly.
Tyrone was also my screener for my street boys who wanted to work for me. It wasn't enough that they came well recommended. He did further checking. But, anyone who came in off the street was turned away, unless there were three bruthas who would vouch for them. And they couldn't be three guys who hung together regularly.
But, right now, I was gettin' busy with Tony's ass. Each time he pushed deep into Tyrone's ass, his own butt would squeeze my thrusting dick. My throbber would jerk and leak precum into his Italian pussy and lube him up even more. I had a business to run, so I never fucked him for very long. I wanted to get my nut and pull out. Tony knew that and didn't object. He loved a big dick like mine in his ass and wanted a load. Despite our 10 years of fucking, he still knew how to get me hot and get me off. Today was no different.
In less than five minutes of deep, hard fucking, I was creaming in his hungry pussy. The fact that he was nutting in Tyrone's ass helped. Squeezing my dick during Tony's big climax sets my dick on fire. It always gets me off.
When we all caught our breath, I pulled out and so did Tony. But, he turned around as did Tyrone. Tony leaned over and sucked on my cummy dick while Tyrone plugged into his Italian pussy and slipped into his cummy hole easily. My thick dick had spread him wide enough for Tyrone to go to the bottom in one plunge. Tony groaned with pleasure at being filled up again. Tyrone's 9" by 5" dark spear worked its magic.
I gave Tony time to clean my dick off, and then moved away while the two men continued to fuck. I'd seen it all before and often had pumped Tyrone's ass while he plugged Tony. But, this was a busy day and I had other things to attend to.
Knowing that my dealer boys liked to fuck with each other sometimes after they picked up their stashes, there were two full-size beds in a small room that used to be an office. I never used it for an office, so when Tyrone suggested that we could keep some of our "down low" boys happier if they had a place to fuck with their new friends, I approved it. He kept the linens clean and changed. Tyrone was my "go-to" guy for just about everything that needed doing.
Tony had suggested (but only once) that I could be the distributor for the harder drugs. I told him that I'd never do that and if I were more forcefully approached on the subject, I'd close up shop and they'd be flushing the best distributor they had in their network. If someone else wanted to work my territories with the harder stuff, they were welcome to it. But, I had contacts with the local County Mountie, and I knew that the hard stuff was where the pigs had a lot of infiltrators and informers. I didn't want to be on their radar. I had a good thing going and didn't want to fuck it up.
One of my contacts with the cops was the brother of a lieutenant in the County Sheriff's Department. Leonard's brother was privy to all the moves the county made against drug dealers. He'd casually ask if the county was still going after only the hard drugs. And he'd always get the same answer. "There isn't enough money in our budget to do more than that. And even at that, it isn't enough to make more than a dent." When he'd press him about marijuana, the same kind of answer came back. "Unless someone delivers a major supplier to my doorstep, I don't have the manpower to take that on, too."
So, I was sittin' good.
But, Leonard was becoming a problem for me. It wasn't that he was a bad dealer, or that he shaved corners, or even that he pushed too hard. Leonard's problem was me. One of my personal rules was, "Go ahead and fuck with all your boys if you want to. Just don't get involved!" Perhaps, more correctly stated, MY problem was Leonard.
Every week when he came in for a pick up, he'd come in and talk to me, even though he didn't have to. He always greeted me with his 1,000 watt smile and a fully involved boner. At 6'5", 265 pounds, he was three inches taller and a good 60 pounds heavier than me. And those 60 pounds were all muscle. He could have taken on Tyrone easily. But, Tyrone would have probably whipped his tall ass because of Tyrone's experience, training, and dirty tactics. But, that was never a problem. They always got along well. The problem was that monster 11" dick of Leonard's and his high, tight, and hungry ass.
Leonard had come in with great references. Tyrone couldn't find anything negative about him (other than his negative HIV status) and his hunger for man sex. Leonard is 19 and I'm 25. I'd started sex with men when Tony and I hooked up at age 15. Leonard had been fucking everything in pants from the time he was 12. He'd been a street hustler, a drug dealer, and a scam artist. His brother told him to cool the scams or he'd run him in. He got the hint. A gay man in the prison system (even someone as big as Leonard) was going to be someone's bitch and passed around among the other inmates. Leonard was selective about his bed partners, even when he was a street whore. Jail pussy was the last thing he wanted to be.
That's not to say that Leonard didn't bend over. He did! But, considering his size and dick, he was assumed to be a top by everyone he met. I thought he was too, until I sucked him off to welcome him to my "company". After I got his nut, he bent over and took me to the hilt (admittedly slowly and with a great deal of lube). He was also one of the best rimmers I'd ever experience. But, when he tried to mount me, I told him clearly that no one tapped my ass. He backed off, but smiled. I think he knew even then that I'd been wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a big man with a big dick like his.
Within a few weeks, Leonard was taking me up the ass easily. We even took one of the beds and fucked like rabbits. That's something I'd never done with any of my boys. He asked me to go kick it with him sometime, but I always told him I was too busy. Besides, I didn't mix business with pleasure. He challenged me on that silliness. Fucking my dealers in the ass and getting my nut off was certainly doing just that.
After he asked me the fourth time, I finally agreed to go to dinner with him. He chose a good Italian restaurant in the `hood and I met him there at the appointed hour. He'd already been seated. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket next to our table.
"What are we celebrating?" I asked.
"My two month anniversary with your, uh, company," he replied. "And that I finally got you away from work into a social setting."
I grinned back at him and sat down. "Have you ordered?"
"No, I just got here myself," he said. "And you are the most handsome man I've ever known," he added with a twinkle in his eye.
"You hittin' on me, Nigga?" I asked quietly.
"Whatever it takes," he responded. "Sex with you is the best I've ever had, and you know I started young and have been around." I nodded. "I want to get beneath that hard exterior and see the man inside."
"You may not like what you find," I warned him.
"I'll take my chances."
"You've been warned."
"I know," he said in a sultry voice. "You've never snuffed anyone, so you can't be that bad."
"How do you know I haven't?"
"It's not in your nature," he revealed. "The way you make love to me in the warehouse is not what a violent man does."
"Okay, so maybe I haven't terminated anyone," I allowed. "Maybe Tyrone has on my orders."
"I've no doubt that he'd do anything you asked of him," Leonard began. "I've asked around. No one has even suggested that you'd do that, or order it done. But, I do know that Tyrone can be violent and has killed before." I nodded again. Tyrone had, in fact, killed many times while he was in Special Forces. And at my direction, he'd beat the shit out of more than a couple of my boys who weren't dealing according to company policy. It wasn't pretty, but there it was. I had an illegal, but successful company to run. And sometimes, I did require allegiance to my way of doing things. I'd kept my boys out of jail by keeping my operation a low profile affair. Those who crossed that allegiance to my way of doing business paid the consequences.
I changed the subject. "What you doin' selling drugs for me, Man? You could do just about anything you like."
"The money's good, the hours aren't bad, and I'm trying to build up enough cash to start my own company," Leonard said.
"What kinda of company?"
"Personal chef to the rich and famous," he said.
"You serious? You a good cook?"
"Yep, serious as my 11" dick," he grinned.
"Yeah, that's serious, aiight!" I laughed with him. "Can anyone really take that monster up the ass?"
"Sure. Sometimes, it takes a little more time and more lube, but most guys can take it. Tyrone sure does!" he giggled.
"Tyrone could take a fence post."
"He sure does love to bottom for big dick, don't he!" Leonard laughed again.
Our waiter took our orders after briefing us on the daily specials. I went with the proscuitto and mixed cheeses stuffed into a chicken breast with a side order of spaghetti and the house salad. Leonard ordered the same, plus a bottle of Lugano white wine he'd found at a local store and had tried before. As I'm no connoisseur of wines, I didn't object.
The wine was sensational. It went well with everything. He ordered a second bottle and we got well lubricated before dinner was over. We skipped dessert. I reached for the check, but he snatched it away from me, reminding me that he had invited me to dinner. Therefore, he should be paying.
I nodded my agreement, but promised him a rematch. He grinned and took my hand after he'd paid the bill. "What got you into this business in the first place, Darrell?" he pried.
"There were no prospects for college and I didn't have any particular skills that were marketable," I responded, "so when Tony suggested we go into a distribution business together, I agreed. If people wanna buy what I'm selling, I'm not going to refuse their money. But, I did draw the line at the hard drugs. I knew that was a one-way ticket to the joint and I didn't wanna be some big, ugly, white boy's bitch."
"Haven't you thought of doing something more legit? You must have a life goal that's not pushing weed."
"All I've thought of (since I got into this business) was making my stash of cash and getting out, retiring at a young age, still in one piece, and owing nothin' to nobody," I admitted.
"You been doin' this for what, 10 years now?" he asked. I nodded. "You gettin' close to your goal?"
"Depending on the business, I expect to clear enough by the end of this year to get out and stay out," I said, wondering after I'd said it why I was revealing all of my plans to this guy I hardly knew (but to whom I was getting closer than I should).
"And when you do retire, who you gonna turn the business over to?" Leonard pressed. "It can't be Tyrone. He doesn't have the mind for it or the inclination. He's a follower, not a leader."
I nodded. "No, not Tyrone," I agreed. I paused and thought for a moment. "I don't have anyone in mind right now. I don't think any of my dealers are ready to step up and take over. I know Tony wouldn't be right for it. He'd be takin' it up the ass instead of paying attention to the business. But, I've asked Tony to buy me out at the end of this year. It'll be his problem then."
"He willing to do that?"
"He says he is."
"Having the network of dealers is worth something," Leonard noted. "You've settled on the buyout price?"
"We haven't gotten that far," I replied. "Just an agreement in principle."
"You might get enough in selling your half of the business to retire sooner," Leonard suggested.
"I've thought about that, but not very seriously. You want to buy it?"
"Fuck, NO!" he retorted. "My sights are on my personal chef business. Buying half of your business takes me in the wrong direction altogether. Besides, I don't need the jail time. In this business, you're skating on thin ice all the time. You have contacts in the Sheriff's Department, but will they be any good when you're gone? No, this business is only short-term for me. I'm getting my start-up money in the bank and I'm jettin'."
"How soon?"
"Another four to six months at the most," he replied.
"You're one of my best dealers. You sure you wanna bail?"
"Oh, yeah," he confirmed. "Despite my brother's connections, I'm not gonna tempt fate."
I thanked him for the dinner again and rose to leave. My balance was off, so I sat down again. "Perhaps, I've had a little too much of that terrific wine of yours," I smiled.
"Where's your car?" he asked.
"Tyrone dropped me off."
"Where you live?"
"Downtown."
"I live just right over there in that brownstone," Leonard leered. "You don't seem to be in any shape to get your ass home."
"I'll be fine," I asserted. "Just call me a cab."
"I'll call you a cab, but, I'll go with you," he insisted. "I doubt if you could find your apartment."
"It's a condo."
"Whatever."
Leonard asked the waiter to call us a cab, paid the bill, and waited with me by the door. "You don't have to go with me, ya know," I blathered. "I can find my way."
"You couldn't find your ass with both hands, Boss," he said, turning away from me and waving at the cab that had pulled to the curb. He dragged me into the cab and pushed me inside. "What's the address?" he asked me.
I gave it to him and he repeated it to the cab driver. "See, I do know where I live," I slurred. "I can do it myself."
"Perhaps. But, I'm not taking any chances."
The guy must have a cast iron stomach when it comes to alcohol. I know I didn't drink as much as he did. I think, anyway. But, I never was able to hold my liquor.
When we arrived at my high rise, Leonard paid the cab and pulled me toward the building.
"Are you okay, Mr. Turner?" the doorman asked, barring our way.
"Yeah, Frank. I'm fine. Just a little too much to drink. Leonard's gonna help me get home," I managed to say without too much effort. The doorman let us pass, and Leonard acknowledged the gatekeeper.
"Thanks, Man," Leonard whispered. "Which condo is he in? I don't think he's firing on all cylinders."
"Fifteen Fifteen," Frank replied.
Leonard thanked him again and pushed the elevator call button. "You gonna make it, Darrell?" he asked solicitously.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little wobbly."
"You aren't gonna be sick, are you?"
"Fuck, no! I'm fine. Sorta," I slurred leaning against him. "I just had a little too much wine. I'll be fine after a few aspirin and a good night's sleep."
The elevator car arrived and we walked in. Leonard pushed the button for the 15th floor. I leaned against him and thanked him for being helpful. I also tried to explain that I hardly ever got like this. I knew I had a low tolerance for alcohol, but I didn't think I'd had that much wine. Leonard just grinned, but said nothing. He'd probably heard it all before.
I fumbled in my pockets for the keys, but kept coming up empty-handed. "I know I have my keys with me," I muttered.
"Let me help," Leonard said. I was wearing a pull-over Polo shirt and slacks. The only pockets I had were in the pants. Rather than try to awkwardly get them out of my pockets standing in front of me, he stood behind me and reached around in front. His big hands slid into the pockets and fished around. I wear no underwear, so he grabbed my dick on his first plunge in. "Pardon me," he laughed. "That's the key to my ass, not to your condo."
I giggled and rested my head on his broad shoulders. I had but two keys on my key ring: one to my condo and one to the warehouse. He kept working his hands through both front pockets, sliding his fingers over my hardening dick repeatedly. By the time he'd located the keys in a part of the pocket that had folded over, my dick was almost fully hard. Knowing me, it was surely leaking precum already.
Extracting the key, he inserted it into the door lock and pushed it open. He guided me inside and switched on the light. "I see that the drug business pays very nicely," he smirked. I ignored his observation.
Leaning against him, I pulled off my shoes and tossed them into the closet. Standing straight up again, I said, "I can do it all from here, now. Thanks, Leonard."
"You going to bed now?"
"Nah, too early," I sighed, sitting down hard onto the sofa (more like, fell backwards on to it).
"Let me make you some coffee and get you that aspirin you were talkin' about," he suggested.
I waved toward the kitchen and sat back. He rattled around in the kitchen, finding what he needed to brew a small pot of coffee. Then, he went into the bathroom and found the aspirin. "It takes four aspirin to knock this down; so I don't have a headache tomorrow morning," I shouted in his direction.
"Okay," he replied coming back out of the bathroom. He'd brewed the coffee strong, figuring I needed it. He popped himself a soda and sat beside me, as I sipped the hot beverage and tossed back the aspirin. "You sure are an easy drunk," he smiled over at me.
"I'm not a drunk!" I answered loudly. "Just a little susceptible to modest amounts of drinkies," I giggled.
Leonard laughed. "Whatever, Man."
"Too hot in here," I said, feeling the first flush of alcohol being burned by my metabolism. "Turn down the thermostat, Leonard, please," I directed, nodding toward the far wall. He rose and fiddled with the temperature setting. Meanwhile, I'd peeled off my Polo shirt and my socks. I rose to go to the bedroom to get some shorts, but fell back on the sofa. Luckily, I'd set my coffee mug down. "Oops," I giggled.
"Whatcha need, Boss?"
"I was gonna go find something cooler to wear, some shorts or something," I replied.
"I'll get it for you," Leonard suggested.
"You don't know what to get. Help me up," I beckoned. Leonard gave me his hand and I grabbed on to it. He pulled me up and got me steadied. "Thanks," I muttered.
He walked beside me, making sure I didn't tip over, but I was getting steadier, I thought. We walked into the bedroom together. I bent over and pulled out a middle drawer and kept right on leaning, finally crashing my head into the top middle drawer. I snapped up and staggered back. "Fuck! That smarts!" I snarled to myself.
Leonard tried valiantly not to laugh. "You go sit down," he said struggling to keep a straight face. "What did you want out of here?" He stood aside so I could peer into the open drawer.
"Get me the blue shorts," I said, pointing toward the left side.
He retrieved them and held them out to me. I was still rubbing my forehead when I looked up into his smile. He was laughing at me. The humor of the situation hadn't escaped me. I smiled back. "If you stand again, you'll probably fall down," Leonard said, moving toward me.
"Will not!" I insisted. I stood up and immediately fell backwards on to the bed, again. "Well, maybe I'm not ready for prime time," I acknowledged. I lay back on the bed, unbuckled my belt, slipped the zipper down, and lifted my legs. Leonard pulled at the cuffs and my pants came off.
"I know this is neither the time, nor the place for this, but damn! You got the hottest body and dick I've ever seen," Leonard sighed. I looked up at him and followed his gaze. My dick was throbbing against my abs, dribbling precum in copious quantities.
"Never too blasted to get it up," I smiled back.
Leonard threw my pants over a chair and knelt between my legs. With his right hand, he lifted my dick off my stomach and aimed it at his mouth. His tongue darted out and lapped up the dripping dick dew.
I moaned. He'd sucked my dick many times, but this somehow felt better. My hands moved to his head and encouraged him to push my dick farther into his mouth. He complied, sliding the dickhead down his throat and munching his full lips along my thick shaft. He inhaled my musk and sighed; then, pulled off for a moment.
"This gotta be the biggest dick I've ever sucked on. Or sat on," he grinned at me. He quickly pulled off his clothes and went back to business.
I didn't want to cum, yet, so I pulled him off and told him to get up on the bed with me. "I wanna suck your dick, too," I said. Rapidly, he climbed on to the bed and we moved into a 69. But, his dick is so long and fat that I had a hard time getting more than a few inches into my mouth. It was far too thick to get down my throat, especially after I'd been drinking. I might upchuck!
So, I spit out his dick and pushed his body forward. My face found his ass and I burrowed my nose and goatee into it. I sniffed and licked and rimmed him until he couldn't stand it any longer. "You gotta fuck me, Man!" he begged. His oral manipulations of my dick had me close to triggering a climax. I was more than happy to delay that moment and get my nut in his ass, instead.
Leonard turned around and pushed his asshole against my throbber. "You gotta have lube around here somewhere. This monster's gonna need some help," he added, squeezing my achingly hard dick with his right hand. I motioned to the nightstand a couple of feet away. He rolled off the bed and found the lube. Jumping back on the bed, he pumped out several dollops. His fingers greased up his manhole. The excess, he spread over my towering 10" dick.
With his practiced 19 year old ass hovering over my upright organ, he slowly settled down on to it. His sphincter yawned open and swallowed five inches of hot dick before he slowed down. He pulled back slightly and moaned. "Yeah, Baby! Hit that magic button," he crooned. His 11" dick jerked and drooled precum on to my abs each time my big dick hit his prostate.
I pushed up with my hips and down with my hands on his quads. His ass ate more inches of butt stretcher. With one final push, he sat on my pubes and ground his ass into my groin. If I hadn't spread my legs at the last moment, he'd have crushed my full, bull nuts for sure.
"Yeah, Man. Take it like a man!" I groaned.
Leonard wiggled his ass and stirred his insides, hitting his prostate repeatedly. My hands moved from his quads, up his cobblestone abs and rested on his granite-like, square pecs. He moaned and bounced harder on my dick when my fingers found his erect nips and pulled gently on them. "You gonna make me cum, Bruh!" he warned.
"I'm not doin' nothin'," I lied.
"Fuckin' my ass with that big dick and hitting my joy button is enough to make me spray a load. But, workin' my nips like that is pushin' me much too fast," he groaned. "I'm gonna squirt!"
I leaned forward and captured his dew-covered dick with my lips. He rode forward on my dick, leaving the bloated head and three inches of dick inside him while pushing his swelling dick farther over my lashing tongue. His ass gripped my dick hard and cannonballed his ass downward. His dick sprang out of my mouth and sprayed a creamy rope of jizz in a high arch that terminated on my goatee. I tried to recapture the shooting tube with one hand, but it hadn't been necessary. Leonard's ass pulled half way off my dick, forcing his dick between my lips again. A heavy squirt of baby gravy splashed over my tongue and down my swallowing throat. He was having a terrible time trying to get completely impaled on my throbbing dick or get sucked off. He'd be able to do both if he had more control. But, like most men when they cum, control wasn't possible. Only jetting cum was.
When his climax waves subsided, he gently sank back on to my chewed, sucked, and very hard dick. "You wanna cum in my ass, don't ya?" he grinned down at me. I nodded and thrust my hips upwards. "Yeah, all the way in. Plant that seed deep!" he begged.
I didn't need the encouragement, but I did appreciate the approval. In less than another minute, the combination of his tasty dick gravy and his eager, hungry ass sucking my dick pushed me into a startling climax. I had no idea I was ready for a big climax. In fact, I wasn't; but it happened anyway. My dick swelled and jerked and I lost control. It felt like gallons of jizz hosed his deep ass. My hands held him down to gain the deepest penetration.
"Yeah, Nigga! Take it!" I roared as wave after wave of climax raced through me.
Leonard rode me until my climax waned. Then, he remained totally impaled, drinking in the last drips of my load. His eyes closed as he wallowed in the pleasure of a hot, deep fuck.
My eyes closed, too. But, I was exhausted. When he opened his eyes again and squeezed my dick, my slimy fuck missile fell out of his ass. "A damned shame," Leonard sighed.
I didn't respond. I was asleep (maybe passed out, but I'd never admit that).
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