The Dealer, Chapter 1

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The Dealer, Chapter 1″Damn, Tony!” I muttered. “Your dick tastes like pussy!” I wincedas I spit his hard, Italian dick out of my mouth.He gazed down at my kneeling form and shrugged. “I’m married,” hesighed. “What’d ya expect? I gotta service the old lady once in a whileto make it seem legit.””Geez, Man! Wash it off before you bring it in here,” I remindedhim. “That thing’s foul!” I added rising to my feet. I flicked at hisright nipple with my right hand and squeezed his pussy-flavored dick withthe 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 beensucking him off, bending him over, rimming his ass with a mouthful of hisjizz, and fucking the hell out of his hairy ass with my big, blackhorsedick. 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 solong, I’m gonna make sure you get off, too. Tyrone! Get your black assover 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 asthe day was long. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the string, but he lovedTony’s dick in his ass and Tyrone was the best enforcer I’d ever had. Hewas fearless, followed my orders to the letter, and violent. He was alsothe 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 andgrabbed a tube of lube while jacking Tony’s hard, fat dick. Leaving theItalian sausage for a moment, Tyrone lubed up his own deep, pucker hole andstroked more lube on to Tony’s dick. “Need a ride?” he grinned over hisshoulder at his frequent fuck. He bent over in front of my Italian partnerand wiggled his bubble butt. “Deliveries in the rear, Baby.”Tony’s thick dick wiped some dick drips against Tyrone’s exposedhole and pushed forward. “Yeah!” Tony groaned. “Best fuckin’ ass intown,” 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 myenforcer. “Plug in, Darrell,” Tony smiled at me.I knelt behind him again and spread his beefy butt. His holewinked at me as his dick jerked and leaked in Tyrone’s ass. With apracticed tongue, I speared his Italian back door and sampled again thefirst ass I’d ever fucked. Just as good as I remembered it, I grinned tomyself.After getting his hole wet, I stood behind his 5’9″ frame andpressed my fat dickhead against his yielding man-cunt. Tony sighed when hefelt my dick invade his tight ass. Despite being married, he loved mansex. He could never get enough. And he particularly liked man sex withblack men. That was probably because I was his first fuck, and hadintroduced him to several bruthas who liked white boy ass, too.After each marijuana delivery from Tony, he got paid and he gotfucked. Usually, he got sucked off by me, too. But, today, his dick wasfoul, so he fucked Tyrone to get his nut. Of course, Tony didn’t mind. Heliked Tyrone’s horny ass as much as I did.My man at the door to the warehouse always checked the quantity andquality 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 Mafiaconnections were tight, but he could have been free-lancing. The less Iknew about his supply chain, the healthier I was going to be and the longermy life would be.My door man would give him a receipt for the d**gs that Tonybrought in and then make him strip. Lockers were provided for his clothesas 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 myown rules, either. I worked naked all day long, just like everyone else.I wanted no weapons and no hidden wires (thus, preventing recordings of ourtransactions by The Man) in my place of business. This way, I got to checkout a lot of good dick and ass, too.My dealers were carefully selected, too. They paid me promptly andI provided them with a quality product. They each had their ownterritories, they never sold to minors, and they all liked dick and ass.Tyrone was my enforcer for territory disputes, and monitored and dealtseverely with sales to minors. I never was sure how many of my dealerswere gay. Some may have been on the “down low.” Either way, I gotta lotof good tail and dick.I’d never been fucked and wasn’t about to give my ass up to any ofthese losers, even if they were hot, well-hung, and thugged out. Attitudedidn’t cut it for me. If they copped some attitude with me, Tyrone taughtthem 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 fullof muscles. If there was any fat on him, I never saw it. I’d installed agym for him in my warehouse to keep him toned, strong, and practiced. Myboy could fight with a knife, gun, or ball-point pen. He could make anyobject into a lethal weapon, including his hands and feet.In other words, don’t fuck with Tony! Unless, of course, you werecoming at him with a big dick and it was aimed at his ass. He’d bend overfor any man who had at least 8″ and most men with less than that. He’dbareback most men, but not all. He had some kind of 6th sense about whowas HIV+ and who wasn’t. He wasn’t infallible in that way, but he tookprecautions until he had a chance to check them out thoroughly.Tyrone was also my screener for my street boys who wanted to workfor me. It wasn’t enough that they came well recommended. He did furtherchecking. But, anyone who came in off the street was turned away, unlessthere were three bruthas who would vouch for them. And they couldn’t bethree guys who hung together regularly.But, right now, I was gettin’ busy with Tony’s ass. Each time hepushed deep into Tyrone’s ass, his own butt would squeeze my thrustingdick. My throbber would jerk and leak precum into his Italian pussy andlube him up even more. I had a business to run, so I never fucked him forvery long. I wanted to get my nut and pull out. Tony knew that and didn’tobject. 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 meoff. Today was no different.In less than five minutes of deep, hard fucking, I was creaming inhis 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 alwaysgets 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 cummydick while Tyrone plugged into his Italian pussy and slipped into his cummyhole easily. My thick dick had spread him wide enough for Tyrone to go tothe bottom in one plunge. Tony groaned with pleasure at being filled upagain. Tyrone’s 9″ by 5″ dark spear worked its magic.I gave Tony time to clean my dick off, and then moved away whilethe two men continued to fuck. I’d seen it all before and often had pumpedTyrone’s ass while he plugged Tony. But, this was a busy day and I hadother things to attend canlı bahis siteleri to.Knowing that my dealer boys liked to fuck with each other sometimesafter they picked up their stashes, there were two full-size beds in asmall room that used to be an office. I never used it for an office, sowhen Tyrone suggested that we could keep some of our “down low” boyshappier 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 justabout everything that needed doing.Tony had suggested (but only once) that I could be the distributorfor the harder d**gs. I told him that I’d never do that and if I were moreforcefully approached on the subject, I’d close up shop and they’d beflushing the best distributor they had in their network. If someone elsewanted to work my territories with the harder stuff, they were welcome toit. But, I had contacts with the local County Mountie, and I knew that thehard stuff was where the pigs had a lot of infiltrators and informers. Ididn’t want to be on their radar. I had a good thing going and didn’t wantto fuck it up.One of my contacts with the cops was the brother of a lieutenant inthe County Sheriff’s Department. Leonard’s brother was privy to all themoves the county made against d**g dealers. He’d casually ask if thecounty was still going after only the hard d**gs. And he’d always get thesame 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’dpress him about marijuana, the same kind of answer came back. “Unlesssomeone delivers a major supplier to my doorstep, I don’t have the manpowerto take that on, too.”So, I was sittin’ good.But, Leonard was becoming a problem for me. It wasn’t that he wasa 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 fuckwith 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 tome, even though he didn’t have to. He always greeted me with his 1,000watt smile and a fully involved boner. At 6’5″, 265 pounds, he was threeinches taller and a good 60 pounds heavier than me. And those 60 poundswere all muscle. He could have taken on Tyrone easily. But, Tyrone wouldhave probably whipped his tall ass because of Tyrone’s experience,training, and dirty tactics. But, that was never a problem. They alwaysgot along well. The problem was that monster 11″ dick of Leonard’s and hishigh, tight, and hungry ass.Leonard had come in with great references. Tyrone couldn’t findanything negative about him (other than his negative HIV status) and hishunger for man sex. Leonard is 19 and I’m 25. I’d started sex with menwhen Tony and I hooked up at age 15. Leonard had been fucking everythingin pants from the time he was 12. He’d been a street hustler, a d**gdealer, and a scam artist. His brother told him to cool the scams or he’drun him in. He got the hint. A gay man in the prison system (even someoneas big as Leonard) was going to be someone’s bitch and passed around amongthe other inmates. Leonard was selective about his bed partners, even whenhe 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 hemet. 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 thebest rimmers I’d ever experience. But, when he tried to mount me, I toldhim clearly that no one tapped my ass. He backed off, but smiled. I thinkhe knew even then that I’d been wondering what it would be like to befucked by a big man with a big dick like his.Within a few weeks, Leonard was taking me up the ass easily. Weeven took one of the beds and fucked like rabbits. That’s something I’dnever done with any of my boys. He asked me to go kick it with himsometime, but I always told him I was too busy. Besides, I didn’t mixbusiness with pleasure. He challenged me on that silliness. Fucking mydealers 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 dinnerwith him. He chose a good Italian restaurant in the `hood and I met himthere at the appointed hour. He’d already been seated. A bottle ofchampagne 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 mosthandsome 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’veever 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 tome in the warehouse is not what a violent man does.””Okay, so maybe I haven’t terminated anyone,” I allowed. “MaybeTyrone has on my orders.””I’ve no doubt that he’d do anything you asked of him,” Leonardbegan. “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 killedbefore.” I nodded again. Tyrone had, in fact, killed many times while hewas in Special forces. And at my direction, he’d beat the shit out of morethan a couple of my boys who weren’t dealing according to company policy.It wasn’t pretty, but there it was. I had an i*****l, but successfulcompany to run. And sometimes, I did require allegiance to my way of doingthings. I’d kept my boys out of jail by keeping my operation a low profileaffair. Those who crossed that allegiance to my way of doing business paidthe consequences.I changed the subject. “What you doin’ selling d**gs 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 upenough 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 anyonereally take that monster up the ass?””Sure. Sometimes, it takes a little more time and more lube, butmost 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!” Leonardlaughed 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 breastwith a side order of spaghetti and the house salad. Leonard ordered thesame, plus a bottle of Lugano white wine he’d found at a local store andhad tried before. As I’m no connoisseur of wines, I didn’t object.The perabet wine was sensational. It went well with everything. Heordered 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 fromme, reminding me that he had invited me to dinner. Therefore, he should bepaying.I nodded my agreement, but promised him a rematch. He grinned andtook my hand after he’d paid the bill. “What got you into this business inthe first place, Darrell?” he pried.”There were no prospects for college and I didn’t have anyparticular skills that were marketable,” I responded, “so when Tonysuggested we go into a distribution business together, I agreed. If peoplewanna buy what I’m selling, I’m not going to refuse their money. But, I diddraw the line at the hard d**gs. I knew that was a one-way ticket to thejoint and I didn’t wanna be some big, ugly, white boy’s bitch.””Haven’t you thought of doing something more legit? You must havea life goal that’s not pushing weed.””All I’ve thought of (since I got into this business) was making mystash 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 ofthis year to get out and stay out,” I said, wondering after I’d said it whyI was revealing all of my plans to this guy I hardly knew (but to whom Iwas 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 orthe inclination. He’s a follower, not a leader.”I nodded. “No, not Tyrone,” I agreed. I paused and thought for amoment. “I don’t have anyone in mind right now. I don’t think any of mydealers are ready to step up and take over. I know Tony wouldn’t be rightfor it. He’d be takin’ it up the ass instead of paying attention to thebusiness. 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 inprinciple.””You might get enough in selling your half of the business toretire sooner,” Leonard suggested.”I’ve thought about that, but not very seriously. You want to buyit?””Fuck, NO!” he retorted. “My sights are on my personal chefbusiness. Buying half of your business takes me in the wrong directionaltogether. Besides, I don’t need the jail time. In this business, you’reskating on thin ice all the time. You have contacts in the Sheriff’sDepartment, but will they be any good when you’re gone? No, this businessis only short-term for me. I’m getting my start-up money in the bank andI’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’mnot gonna tempt fate.”I thanked him for the dinner again and rose to leave. My balancewas off, so I sat down again. “Perhaps, I’ve had a little too much of thatterrific 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. “Idoubt if you could find your apartment.””It’s a condo.””Whatever.”Leonard asked the waiter to call us a cab, paid the bill, andwaited with me by the door. “You don’t have to go with me, ya know,” Iblathered. “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. Hedragged me into the cab and pushed me inside. “What’s the address?” heasked me.I gave it to him and he repeated it to the cab driver. “See, I doknow 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. Iknow I didn’t drink as much as he did. I think, anyway. But, I never wasable to hold my liquor.When we arrived at my high rise, Leonard paid the cab and pulled metoward 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 mucheffort. The doorman let us pass, and Leonard acknowledged the gatekeeper.”Thanks, Man,” Leonard whispered. “Which condo is he in? I don’tthink 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. “Ijust had a little too much wine. I’ll be fine after a few aspirin and agood night’s sleep.”The elevator car arrived and we walked in. Leonard pushed thebutton for the 15th floor. I leaned against him and thanked him for beinghelpful. I also tried to explain that I hardly ever got like this. I knewI had a low tolerance for alcohol, but I didn’t think I’d had that muchwine. Leonard just grinned, but said nothing. He’d probably heard it allbefore.I fumbled in my pockets for the keys, but kept coming upempty-handed. “I know I have my keys with me,” I muttered.”Let me help,” Leonard said. I was wearing a pull-over Polo shirtand slacks. The only pockets I had were in the pants. Rather than try toawkwardly get them out of my pockets standing in front of me, he stoodbehind me and reached around in front. His big hands slid into the pocketsand fished around. I wear no underwear, so he grabbed my dick on his firstplunge in. “Pardon me,” he laughed. “That’s the key to my ass, not toyour condo.”I giggled and rested my head on his broad shoulders. I had but twokeys on my key ring: one to my condo and one to the warehouse. He keptworking his hands through both front pockets, sliding his fingers over myhardening dick repeatedly. By the time he’d located the keys in a part ofthe pocket that had folded over, my dick was almost fully hard. Knowingme, it was surely leaking precum already.Extracting the key, he inserted it into the door lock and pushed itopen. He guided me inside and switched on the light. “I see that the d**gbusiness pays very nicely,” he smirked. I ignored his observation.Leaning against him, I pulled off my shoes and tossed them into thecloset. 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 (morelike, fell backwards on to it).”Let me make you some coffee and get you that aspirin you weretalkin’ about,” he suggested.I waved toward the kitchen and sat back. He rattled around in thekitchen, finding what he needed to brew a small pot of coffee. Then, hewent into the bathroom and found the aspirin. “It takes four aspirin toknock this down; so I don’t have a headache tomorrow morning,” I shouted inhis direction.”Okay,” he replied coming back perabet giriş out of the bathroom. He’d brewedthe coffee strong, figuring I needed it. He popped himself a soda and satbeside me, as I sipped the hot beverage and tossed back the aspirin. “Yousure are an easy drunk,” he smiled over at me.”I’m not a drunk!” I answered loudly. “Just a little susceptibleto modest amounts of drinkies,” I giggled.Leonard laughed. “Whatever, Man.””Too hot in here,” I said, feeling the first flush of alcohol beingburned by my metabolism. “Turn down the thermostat, Leonard, please,” Idirected, nodding toward the far wall. He rose and fiddled with thetemperature 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 orsomething,” I replied.”I’ll get it for you,” Leonard suggested.”You don’t know what to get. Help me up,” I beckoned. Leonardgave me his hand and I grabbed on to it. He pulled me up and got mesteadied. “Thanks,” I muttered.He walked beside me, making sure I didn’t tip over, but I wasgetting steadier, I thought. We walked into the bedroom together. I bentover and pulled out a middle drawer and kept right on leaning, finallycrashing my head into the top middle drawer. I snapped up and staggeredback. “Fuck! That smarts!” I snarled to myself.Leonard tried valiantly not to laugh. “You go sit down,” he saidstruggling to keep a straight face. “What did you want out of here?” Hestood 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 myforehead when I looked up into his smile. He was laughing at me. Thehumor of the situation hadn’t escaped me. I smiled back. “If you standagain, you’ll probably fall down,” Leonard said, moving toward me.”Will not!” I insisted. I stood up and immediately fell backwardson to the bed, again. “Well, maybe I’m not ready for prime time,” Iacknowledged. I lay back on the bed, unbuckled my belt, slipped the zipperdown, and lifted my legs. Leonard pulled at the cuffs and my pants cameoff.”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. Ilooked up at him and followed his gaze. My dick was throbbing against myabs, 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. Withhis 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 feltbetter. My hands moved to his head and encouraged him to push my dickfarther into his mouth. He complied, sliding the dickhead down his throatand munching his full lips along my thick shaft. He inhaled my musk andsighed; then, pulled off for a moment.”This gotta be the biggest dick I’ve ever sucked on. Or sat on,” hegrinned at me. He quickly pulled off his clothes and went back tobusiness.I didn’t want to cum, yet, so I pulled him off and told him to getup on the bed with me. “I wanna suck your dick, too,” I said. Rapidly, heclimbed on to the bed and we moved into a 69. But, his dick is so long andfat 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 beendrinking. I might upchuck!So, I spit out his dick and pushed his body forward. My face foundhis ass and I burrowed my nose and goatee into it. I sniffed and lickedand 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 totriggering a climax. I was more than happy to delay that moment and get mynut 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 somehelp,” he added, squeezing my achingly hard dick with his right hand. Imotioned to the nightstand a couple of feet away. He rolled off the bedand found the lube. Jumping back on the bed, he pumped out severaldollops. His fingers greased up his manhole. The excess, he spread overmy 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 swallowedfive inches of hot dick before he slowed down. He pulled back slightly andmoaned. “Yeah, Baby! Hit that magic button,” he crooned. His 11″ dickjerked and drooled precum on to my abs each time my big dick hit hisprostate.I pushed up with my hips and down with my hands on his quads. Hisass ate more inches of butt stretcher. With one final push, he sat on mypubes and ground his ass into my groin. If I hadn’t spread my legs at thelast 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 hisprostate repeatedly. My hands moved from his quads, up his cobblestone absand rested on his granite-like, square pecs. He moaned and bounced harderon 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 isenough 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 ofdick inside him while pushing his swelling dick farther over my lashingtongue. 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 higharch that terminated on my goatee. I tried to recapture the shooting tubewith one hand, but it hadn’t been necessary. Leonard’s ass pulled half wayoff my dick, forcing his dick between my lips again. A heavy squirt ofbaby gravy splashed over my tongue and down my swallowing throat. He washaving a terrible time trying to get completely impaled on my throbbingdick 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 jettingcum was.When his climax waves subsided, he gently sank back on to mychewed, 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, allthe 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 andhis eager, hungry ass sucking my dick pushed me into a startling climax. Ihad no idea I was ready for a big climax. In fact, I wasn’t; but ithappened anyway. My dick swelled and jerked and I lost control. It feltlike gallons of jizz hosed his deep ass. My hands held him down to gainthe deepest penetration.”Yeah, Nigga! Take it!” I roared as wave after wave of climaxraced through me.Leonard rode me until my climax waned. Then, he remained totallyimpaled, drinking in the last drips of my load. His eyes closed as hewallowed in the pleasure of a hot, deep fuck.My eyes closed, too. But, I was exhausted. When he opened hiseyes 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 neveradmit that).

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