Chapter 5 -- First Round
Ding ding ding, I heard the bell signalling the start of the match. It rang out from their huge soundbar below their gigantic TV, but the sound felt so far away. There was more important things that I should be focusing on.
I assumed that meant the match had officially started now, and everyone's sudden interest in the television seem to signal, they were yelling all kinds of instructions, insults and jargon that I couldn't make sense of. What the boxer was doing wrong, look at that appalling footwork, you can tell he hasn't put the time in. All of this shouting became a cacophony of sound, echoing around the flat. I couldn't imagine what the neighbours must be thinking. Or the photographer who lived downstairs...
It sounded like it was going to be an exciting one, not that I would have a moment to give it any of my attention. And to be honest neither did I want to, I had bigger things on my mind. And unsurprisingly the big black man that I was loosening the elastic of his joggers felt the same way, he looked down at me completely un-phased by what was happening on the tv.
"Pull those pants down" He said in that low husk. As usual it simultaneously made me feel under attack and protected. As soon as the elastic was untied he lifted his hips slightly to indicate what happens next, thankfully I'd had some practice in my teen years with what comes next, it was all coming back to me, you never lose those kind of instinctive skills, as was demonstrated on that video for all to see. And maybe even the whole internet, if I didn't do a good job here.
With the easiest of pulls the joggers and boxers worked their way down his massive muscular thighs. Little by little I was revealing inch after inch of an ungodly cock, thicker than my arm and a beautiful dark brown. The shaft, which was netted in a bush of black curly hair, seemed to be never ending. I had almost pulled his pants all the way down to his knees before out flopped (again unsurprisingly) a gigantic black cock. I was too close and too stunned to try and put a number on it, 9 inches, maybe 10?
It was a sight to behold, truly monstrous and beyond accurate description. With a thick, angry vein running down the centre of the shaft and, unlike T's which had a nice pink helmet, his whole cock was completely dark brown; helmet and all. "God I hope he's not a grower" I remember thinking to myself. It seemed like a semi, so anything was possible but anymore and I couldn't even contemplate fitting it into my mouth.
I had only a second to admire it before he interrupted my daze. With a firm grip of my head and hair, he aggressively moved me around from the corner of the sofa. Comfortably I slid in between his legs and kneeled. My natural place, I thought. I finally pulled his joggers all the way down to his ankles and cupped both my hands around the base of his shaft. It was so warm, almost hot to the touch, I remember thinking. Suddenly, as if I'd awoken something with the softest feminine touch, I felt him become harder in my hands. His cock started to rise slowly, as if it was searching for my somewhere to go, somewhere to be inside.
The heavy smell of cock wafted around my nose and filled my senses, it's a smell I can't live without now. I ran my delicate, girl like hands up and down the shaft, caressing the rim of his helmet and back down again and gave a slight squeeze at the base. Just a little more encouragement to get him pointing slightly more towards my mouth before I commit myself. And just like that it perked up and glanced my bottom lip, now I get to find out what this Daddy tastes like I thought.
I seductively wrapped my lips around the whole head and looked deep into his brown eyes as I sucked deep and long on the helmet. He gripped my hair tighter and leaned back a little, it almost made my eyes water how hard he was pulling, but I put that to the back of my mind and instead focused on moving my lips up and down his giant black cock.
A soft exhale gave me all the encouragement I needed to really start working for this hulking god. Also, what made my life a little more manageable is that everyone else had seemed to forget it was happening; completely consumed by the match and seemingly unfazed by the situation, as if it was as normal as a phone call. To them, perhaps it was. In any case, I could focus on the dick in front of me without an audience. Just me and this monster.
First impressions count for a lot, I remember thinking, and I wanted to give him a show. After a few long deep sucks as far down the shaft I could go, I pulled him out of my mouth and began licking teasingly up and down the shaft while caressing his huge heavy balls.
Slowly, I worked my mouth down and sucked on his balls whilst working the helmet with my hand. The first impression was clearly a good one, with a big moan he shoved my face deep into his balls whilst I use my tongue to caress deeper, breathing in his nutsack and tugging on his dick. As I dribbled all over his heavy ballsack, it ran down my face coating all around my mouth in saliva. When he dragged my face back up to his helmet I started a sucking deeply, and it was rapidly becoming very sloppy, my favourite kind of blowjob. My mouth was clearly watering from the anticipation, dribble ran down my chin as he moved my head up and down on his cock. Him holding my tiny head with both of his massive hands was such a turn on, being completely controlled was all I ever wanted.
Unsurprisingly, he kept pulling his dick out of my mouth to slap me in the face with it to then shove it back in harder and deeper. My throat struggled the first few times but quickly got ready to prepare itself. No doubt my cheeks were a little pink from the slapping, my eyes watering from the gagging and dribble all over my face. I can imagine it was a pretty hot sight to have as eye candy along with the blowjob.
And clearly it was a winning combination, as he suddenly bit his lip, gripped my hair tighter and shove my head down harder. I had to brace myself with both hands on his knees when all of a sudden he pulled out and start stroking his helmet. He tugged my hair back sharply and naturally I knew what was required of me.
Head back, mouth open, tongue out.
I knew I should close my eyes, but I wanted to see his face when he came, to know that I did that. With a signature manly groan the hot cum shot out aggressively, coating my tongue and part of my cheek. Ropes and ropes of the hot liquid started to pool in my mouth. I had to close my eyes for the last few rogue shots, I knew he was done when he rested his cock on the top of my bottom lip, the usual signal. With a last suck on the tip I swallowed the salty cum, and it was done.
I opened my eyes and looked down at his cock, glistening with spit with a little cum dribbling down his shaft. Massive as ever, it had seemed to go back to its semi, maybe that's how it always was? He lay back in bliss, and then focused back on to the boxing, forgetting all about me.
I wiped my mouth, trying to get rid of some of the saliva. The unmistakable taste of cum swirled around my mouth still. Before I had a chance to compose myself the friend next to him had offered me a bottle of beer.
"For the taste" he said.
That's quite kind, and thoughtful, I thought. Then the sound of him unbuckling his belt brought my back to reality. Oh yeah, one of five.