Young Black Driver

Young Black Driver part 2 Military Pussy-Boy

• • • • • • • • • • • • • Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental. - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It had been about two weeks since the Kai incident. We had called each other a few times, and had fucked again few times but decided that we should just remain casual. He had too much going on, being that he had to keep himself DL, travel all the time for collaborations, plus he had a tour coming up. The plus side was that I got mailed a free ticket and backstage pass to his performance in our city. He told me he was hoping to get some after-show dick as payment.

Since, he'd been so busy, I really hadn't done anything sexual in a while and I was hella horny. I needed to shoot a load, and fast, so I popped a porn DVD into the player, shedding my boxers as I started to jerk off. Just as I was halfway to orgasm, the doorbell buzzed.

"Who the fuck is that?" I jumped off the couch and hustled on my boxer as the irritating buzz sounded again.

"Can't you wait a damn-"

I was shocked into silence. Before me stood one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen. He was shorter than me by a few inches, with light-caramel skin, curly black hair, a smooth-shaven face studded by two bright emeralds, and a body to die for under his camouflage uniform. He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"M-Michael?!"

"Sup, Rodney? Sorry to bust in like this but I didn't have anywhere else to go short notice."

Michael. My ex.

"There was a mix-up in the mail and I didn't get Carl's letter or email telling me it was over. So I get back to my old place and some other dude answers the door. Carl comes and we realize what had happened, and a good thing too. I was ready to beat the shit out of that other guy. Anyway, point is, I had nowhere else to go and he still wouldn't let me crash, even for a day. That's how I ended up here, at your place."

I felt bad for Michael. That was a bitch-move Carl pulled.

"Sure, you can crash here for a few days till you figure something out. I got work, mostly evenings so don't go all army-psycho on me when you hear the door opening at midnight, OK."

"It's cool," he smiled, "not all us army boys have PTSD."

"Good to know."

Michael and I had been lovers for two years but we broke up after he was informed that he would be sent to serve. We both figured the long distance, plus the possibility of his death, weren't situations either of us were prepared to handle as a couple. He had recently received an honorable discharge.

"Great, thanks a lot, man. Now I need to shower."

"Yeah, well you know where everything is. Same as before."

"Cool," he grinned.

I flopped down on my bed, thinking. I was still horny. I reached down and stroked my dick through my boxers. The image in my head was of Michael and the last time we had showered together. I could practically see the water running down his muscular back; slim, toned body, and curving over his round ass. His hair all wet and stuck down on his face.

"Shit!" I whispered to myself, stroking harder and faster. Just then the shower got turned off, and I knew Michael would be heading to the bedroom to change. Even though I had a spare room, it would take at least a day to get it ready for him. I got up and left the room, heading back to the couch. I didn't want Michael thinking I wanted sex as rent fee. I switched the channel and decided to watch some wildlife documentaries until it was time for me to head to work. Michael joined me watching TV but there was an awkwardness between us, and I was only too glad to get out of there that evening.

I returned to an empty apartment. Michael had said he would probably be going out with some friends of his, so he was undoubtedly still out partying, enjoying his new-found freedom from a military life. I just hoped he didn't get into trouble like a bar fight or anything else dumb and uncalled for. Then again, that was his problem, I thought as I stripped down to my boxer-brief and slid under the covers. I had a full day of work ahead of me helping Michael prepare the spare room. I didn't even want to think about the amount of dusting and lifting we'd have to do. I brushed aside the thought and let sleep overwhelm me.

I woke up the next morning to the sensation of my dick being massaged. I jumped up. Michael was sucking on my morning wood. At first, I was going to push him off but then I thought, what the hell? I had needed to get off since the day before.

"Good morning," I smiled, tousling his curly head.

"Morning," he grinned, taking a break from sucking my dick, "Lovely day isn't it?"

"Indeed it is. I see you're making yourself at home...again."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," I smiled, pushing his head back down on my dick. I lay back on the pillows, moaning to the sensation of his hot mouth caressing my dick, over and over again bobbing up and down my length. Then, quite suddenly, my dick was sliding down his throat.

"Oooooh fuck!" I gasped, bucking my hips upwards into his mouth as his throat muscles encased my dick in a sheath of warm, wet goodness. I grasped his head and pumped upwards, slamming my pelvis into his face.

"This is what you wanted?" I growled, "A good face-fucking, just like I used to give you?"

"Um Hm," he moaned, gagging slightly as spit drooled down his chin. I didn't let up, roughly fucking his throat until my pubes and balls were coated in his drool. Spit trailed from his lips when I finally released him.

"I want that raw dick in me, Rodney. Like old times. Fuck me," he begged, turning round and wiggling his fine, athletic bubble-butt in my face. I lunged forward, planting my face between Michael's ass-cheeks and tonguing his hole.

"Oh gawd! Yes!" he cooed, pushing his ass into the air as I spread his cheeks and dug in for the feast. I slurped and smacked on his fine ass. savoring the taste of his lightly-haired hole. I tongue-fucked him as deeply as I could while he engulfed my raging hard-on again as we moved into a modified 69-position with his legs over my shoulders. I gave one final wet lick along the length of his crack.

"I'm ready to breed this hole," I announced, overcome with lust. My raging dick was oozing precum as I pressed into his asshole with him on all fours. He cooed loudly as the head popped in. His sphincter gripped tight round my dick as I pushed forward, sliding all the way in till my pubes brushed his melons.

"Fuck, Mike. Your ass is just as hot and tight and wet as I remember," I groaned, slowly pumping back and forth through the sucking man-pussy.

"Don't go slow on me, Rodney. I want it hard and rough! Bang my hole!"

I ignored him for a minute, wanting to savor his tightness but he was determined to get his ass ripped loose, clenching his anal muscles and backing onto my dick. I chuckled as I increased the pace, amazed at how much of a cock fiend Michael was. Even after all this time, and fighting overseas, he was still a slutty power-bottom at heart and I absolutely loved him for it. It was just what my horny dick needed. I plunged through his hole, ramming my dick all the way in with every thrust. I wanted him to feel every inch of my desire for his cock-hungry hole. I gripped his waist tight and slammed in, viciously slapping my pelvis against his ass to the sound of his lust-filled moans.

"Damn, Rodney. Fuck that ass, man! Plow my hole deep!" he breathed, grinding back on my dick. His wet ass sucked hard on my pole even as I was doing my best to fuck it wide open. I flipped him onto his back, pressed his legs to his chest and shoved my entire length back up his guts.

"AHHH FUCK YEAH!" he yelled, his toes curling as I resumed my brutal pace. His anal lips stretched outwards as I slowly withdrew then slammed in again. I repeated the process, enjoying his deep groan every time I plunged back inside his hot depths.

"You loving this dick? This is what you live for, huh? To get fucked like a bitch?" I growled, getting closer to orgasm with every thrust. "You little slut. You like my big dick in you?"

"Yeah, Rodney. I love your dick! Fuck this hole however you want. It's your ass, Rodney. It's your ass!" That did it. The dirty talking sent me over the edge. I howled as I flooded Michael's cum-hungry man-pussy. My creamy load drooled from his pouted lips as I pulled out.

"Suck my dick dry," I ordered. Michael's slutty ass hopped to it, engulfing my dick and greedily swallowing the slimy mixed coating of cum and ass-juice. I buried my dick in his throat a few more times before releasing him. My dick was still hard as a brick.

"I'm ready for round two on this ass," I announced, shoving in two fingers up to the knuckle. His man-pussy clamped down tight on my digits.

"How do you want me?" Michael asked, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Ride my dick, slut," I commanded, lying back against the pillows. He obediently mounted my dick, sliding easily down my length. His ass clamped down on my pole and he started riding. With both feet firmly planted on the bed, he slid up and down my length; his asshole sucking along every inch of my cock.

"That ass feels so good," I moaned, holding his globes apart so he could sink himself balls-deep. He picked up the pace as I kneaded his globes, making deep manly groans as he started impaling himself on my rod. His hard dick slapped against my abs, splattering his precum all over as he hammered himself down. I humped upward, slapping my hips into his ass every time he descended.

"You like that huh?" I grunted, noting how he moaned out loud as I rammed up through his guts. "This slutty ass-pussy needs fucking twenty-four-seven, don't it? Morning and night?"

"Yeah, daddy! All the time," he gasped, caught up in the haze of lust and passion.

"Every day? All night? Want me to fuck you all night when I get home from work, slut?"

"Yes, Rodney. I need your dick in me. Fuck me, fuck me!" he howled, grinding on my dick. A few more hard thrusts and I was cumming. I bellowed as I erupted in his colon. His dick-crazed body reacted to my dick pulsing inside, and he came, shooting his load across my chest without even touching his dick. It was just like I remembered. From the hot, wet tightness of his ass to the way he would cum solely from my dick sliding up in him. I could get used to that again.

"Alright my little slut. We gotta get cleaned up and sort your room out."

"Why? Can't I just sleep in your bed, seeing as how you'll be fucking me every night anyway?"

"True," I grinned. Michael was only staying for a short while so why not get the most out of it that I could?

My work day started off pretty badly. I had rushed out of the house that afternoon after Michael had gone out to respond to a wanted ad he had seen in the paper. Fucking his ass for the better part of the day had caused me to lose track of the time. Added to that, one of my rich clients really pissed me off that day. He was a total asshole, and I told Ed not to book me for anymore of his jobs. I was relieved when my shift finally ended around midnight. I was still upset as I drove home that night but fortunately for me, there was one thing which could instantly uplift my mood.

"Hey, Rodney. Sup?" Michael greeted me, sitting on the couch watching a movie.

"Hey. How'd the job search go?"

"Awful! They didn't want to hire an ex-soldier. Too unpredictable they said. I even showed them the doctor's letter certifying I didn't suffer from PTSD."

"Seems we both had a bad day," I sighed, flopping down next to him.

"Yeah..."

"Only one way to fix a fucked-up day," I said, opening my pants and whipping out my semi-erection.

"Indeed," Michael smiled, leaning over and engulfing my dick.

All the anger that had eaten away at me during the day vanished as I surrendered to the sensation of Michael's talented mouth. I clasped the back of his head and forced my dick down his throat. He moaned lustfully as he swallowed me to the root, burying his nose in my pubes. He slurped wetly on my dick, getting it super-wet as spit ran down my balls. I loved the way he gave wet nasty head, just how I liked it. I reached into his boxers and fingered his asshole. It greeted my finger with a warm squeeze, letting me know it was ready for some dick. I pressed my finger in further, opening up his ass.

"Bend over," I said. He stripped off his boxers and knelt on the couch, his ass over the edge, inviting my dick to enter. I peeled off my shirt, and my pants dropped round my ankles as I aligned my dick and pushed in.

"Oh fuck yes!" he moaned as I fully embedded myself. I cooed to the familiar feeling of his ass sealing round my dick. I churned my dick round inside, savoring the silky texture of the cum receptacle that was his rectum. Then I gripped him tight round the waist and thrust through him, driving in deep and hard.

"Such an obedient little slut. Why the fuck did I ever break up with you?" I mumbled as I glided back and forth through his eager hole. His ass was sucking on my dick like crazy as I started to pound his prostate. He cooed and clawed the cushions as I aimed for his sweet spot.

"Ooooh gawd! Fuck, Rodney! Fuuuuck!" he writhed, moaning deeply as I continued plowing his tunnel. "You're gonna make me cum....Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" His body quaked as I heard his cum splatter against the seat. I fucked him right through his orgasm, enjoying the feeling of his asshole quivering round my dick. However, I knew his clenching anus would push me to the edge so I hammered his ass, speeding to my own hard climax.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" I roared, blasting cum up Michael's guts. As I recovered, lying on his back, I thought to myself that maybe I should keep his tight little ass around for a while longer, or maybe even permanently.

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