Gay Erotic Stories

Mohammed and I have been fuck buddies for a few months. We met at school – he was in my astronomy class. I came in to class on the first day and surveyed the room looking for the best place to sit. I quickly stopped on this gorgeous young black stud sitting toward the back of the hall. He was wearing a bright white polo shirt that was pulled tight across his large, firm pecs. His dark, ebony skin glistened ever so slightly from his walk to across the quad in the late August heat. His face, though not model pretty, was rugged and chiseled, with a square jaw and a wide nose adding strength to his expression. I’ve always had a thing for baby-dreds, which Mohammed had sticking out all over his head. He also had the Kanye West attitude thing going – that kind of streetwise thug wrapped in a preppy package.

I made a bee-line for the empty seat next to his. Lucky for me, the professor was one of those who liked everyone to stay in the same seat throughout the semester so he could learn our names, so I had the pleasure of sitting next to this stud class after class.

As the semester went on, we would chat every now and then and got to the point where when we saw each other on campus, he’d give me the jock-nod that straight guys use as a hello. I was convinced he was straight because I’d seen him hanging around his fraternity friends – and I’d heard enough about black fraternities to know that homos weren’t welcome. So I had contented myself to just ogling him in class.

In the city were our school was, there were several gay bars. My friends and I normally hung out at the same two – but this one night my friend Kyle wanted us to try a bar called Omega. I hadn’t ever been there, but Omega had a reputation for being both a real cruisy kind of place and being a more “blue-collar” and much less twink than many of the places in town. It was also supposed to be a lot more mixed-raced than some of the other places too, which I was excited about. I’ve always been way attracted to men of color—all colors.

The minute we got to Omega, I loved it. It lacked all the prissy posing, and posturing you often find at many gay clubs. Here it seemed more relaxed. And there was a whole crop of gorgeous men that I’d never seen before, so I was in heaven. There was this one guy that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. He was the spitting image of Tupac Shakur, only whereas Tupac had a clean-shaven head, this guy had closely cropped hair that was dyed blood red. It was a very interesting look that really drew attention to him. His tight wife-beater tank showed off his muscular arms, which were covered in tattoos. The outline of a nipple rings showed through the fabric stretched across both pecs. This guy wasn’t big or bulky, but rather slim and well defined. I’d been watching him intently for quite some time when I felt a hand on the small of my back and heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear, “Fancy meeting you here.”

As I spun around, my face was nose-to-nose with my gorgeous classmate, Mohammed. “I ain’t ever seen you here before,” he said with a smirk. “But from the way you were staring at that guy, I think you’ll probably be back.”

I was stunned – and extremely pleased. I was thrilled to see that Mohamed was gay! “Well, now that I know there are some friendly – and gorgeous – faces here, I definitely will,” I said as I stared straight into his eyes.

The smirk returned to his face. “You’re such a sweet talker,” he said sarcastically. “Maybe I’ll just have to show you how friendly we can be. Let me buy you a drink.”

The rest of the evening, Mohammed and I were inseparable and kept ourselves pretty much secluded in the corner. Before long, and just as I’d hoped, we were sharing a cab back to my place where we could really get private. His hand rested on my knee in the back of the cab and slowly started stroking its way up by inner thigh. I instantly had a raging hard-on. Not caring what the cab driver might think or say, Mohammed leaned in, held my face in his hand and planted a long, luscious kiss on me. It was our first kiss and I willingly accepted him into my mouth. After about 30 seconds, we pulled apart and leaned back in the seat, his hand still on my inner thigh, teasingly just inches from my crotch, but refusing to touch it. I looked in the mirror, but the cabbie was overtly trying to ignore us.

When we got into my apartment, I barely had the door closed before Mohammed attacked me. His rough, passionate kisses were fantastic as he shoved me back up against the door. I loved the way that he was just rough enough to be in complete control, while gentle enough to make it so fucking hot and sexy.

My hands grabbed a hold of his massive ass globes. His bubble-butt was large and firm and I could feel every muscle in his ass flex as he started to rub his ever-growing crotch against my own rock-hard cock.

This 6’2” muscle stud picked me up in his hands as if I were a small child and carried me over to the couch. Since I’m 6’0” and 175lbs myself, the ease with which he did is only attested to his strength. After lay me down on the couch, he stood back up to remove his shirt. As he hovered over me and started unbuttoning his linen shirt, my mind was racing in ecstasy. Looking up at a large, muscular guy looming over me is one of the hottest sights in the world. Just seeing his washboard abs and round, flat pecks from this angle was fantastic. Looking down to me and seeing the sheer lust in my eyes, he once again got that mischievous look in his eye. He slowly and teasingly unbuckled his belt and then slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Drawing his zipper down ever so slowly, he had me completely hypnotized. Then without warning, he ripped his jeans and underwear down in one swift movement, exposing a massive, rock-hard cock that immediately sprung to attention.

His cock was gorgeous! About nine inches long, it was thick and pulsing. His large head was topped with a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the light coming through the window. His large balls were covered in a fine hair and hung low and against his upper thighs. Reaching down with his large hand, he cupped his balls and grabbed a hold of the thick base of his cock.

“Well, if you’re gonna sit there with your mouth open like that, I’m just gonna have to fill it!” He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I quickly shed my pants as he pulled under my arms and brought me up to a slight sitting position, cupping my head and the back of my neck in his left hand. He was in control and I was along for the ride… and it was a ride that was headed exactly where I wanted it to be going! Mohammed had kicked off his jeans and shoes and put his right leg up on the sofa giving himself some leverage has he guided his massive cock toward my waiting mouth. I lapped my tongue out to meet his approaching cock, which surprised and excited him.

“Eager little cocksucker, aren’t you. Yeah baby, take that big black cock into your hot white mouth!”

He eased his monster snake into my mouth and I clamped down on it, massaging the entire length of his pulsing shaft with my tongue as it glided in. From the way he gasped and breathed, it was clear he was loving every second of it.

“Damn, boy. That’s one hot fuckin’ mouth!” He gasped for breath as I pulled even more of his cock into my mouth. As his head started sliding down my throat, he let out a loud, animalistic moan.

“Ahhh, fuck! You’re too damn much. I’m gonna bust a nut already!” With that, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started fisting it while standing over me. “I’m gonna cum all over that creamy white body of your’s.

Within seconds, ropes of hot cum erupted from his cock head and sprayed all over my chest, chin, and neck. Glob after glob of hot, sticky, sperm rained down on me, soaking me as if I’d been caught in a storm. Mohammed lowered himself down until he was sitting on my stomach, with my rock hard dick pressed up between his giant, muscular ass cheeks.

“Damn baby. Look what you do to me. God, I haven’t cum that much in a long time.” He started rubbing his spunk into my chest, coating me with his love glaze as if I were a cake. Without a word, he scooped up some of his cum and reached behind him, coating my cock his juices. He started to gyrate his hips so that my cock, covered in his spunk, slowly began pumping up and down between his bulbous ass cheeks. He used his hand to hold my cock close to him so that my dick pistoned up and down surrounded on three sides by those muscular mounds. It was a strange, yet wonderful sensation. I wasn’t fucking his asshole; I was getting fucked by his ass cheeks! Mohammed worked his hips into a frenzy, flexing and relaxing his ass to add to my pleasure.

“Ah, Fuck!” It was more than I could take. “I’m cumming…. Arrhrahharh”

My cum shot straight up into the air and splashed down on Mohammed’s broad shoulders and lower back. Leaning down, he kissed me passionately on the lips.

After a few minutes I said, “Why don’t we take this to the shower. I think we could both use some cleaning up.”

“You read my mind baby” he said with a wink. “I’m gonna need to clean you up, so I can dirty you all over again. You got me all hot and cumming before I had the chance to fuck that ass of yours. Seems like it’s time I did that.”

*****

Ever since that night, Mohammed and I have been fuck buddies. We meet up at least once a week for some hard, passionate sex. Most weeks it was more than that, since after most of his fraternity parties, my phone would ring at 3:00 in the morning with Mohammed looking for a booty call. Sometimes he fucks me, sometimes I fuck him. Either way it’s always fantastic. I would have loved to been more than fuck buddies, but Mohammed was on the pseudo-down low. He wasn’t afraid to go to gay clubs and fuck around with guys in places he knew only gay people would go. But he had to keep up a front at his fraternity and with his family, so publicly dating a guy was out.

One day, Mohammed asked me if I’d drive him to his neighborhood over in Trinidad so he could pick something up. I was excited, because I’d never seen where Mohamed lived… He still lived in the old neighborhood were he grew up, so I never really expected to. Trinidad is one section of the city that’s had a very rough history. During the 80s and 90s it was one of the drug capitals of the entire country. Even today, it’s still a part of town people who didn’t live there would normally go, even during the day. Some of the stories Mohammed had told me about his childhood left me wondering how he managed to stay on the right path. He definitely beat the odds: while many of the men he’d grown up with were either dead, in jail, or strung out, he was in college and had a good head on his shoulders. He always told me that he had his grandma and a group of cousins to thank for keeping him out of trouble and safe. And he talked about this group of core friends he still had back there as if they were all brothers. So I was excited to see this part of Mohammed’s life, even if it was only for a few minutes.

We parked in front of an old, brick row house with a screened in front porch. I wasn’t sure if I should go in with him or not, but when I didn’t move to get out of the car immediately, he locked back at me and said. “You better come in with me. This isn’t the kind of a neighborhood where a white boy should sit in the car.” Needless to say, I was out of the car in a flash. We walked up the porch steps and Mohammed unlocked he door. Inside, he yelled. “Yo, Brack! You home?”

An old ladies’ voice answered. “That you Mohammed? Brakus is in the bunker with the boys.”

“Thanks Granny.” he yelled, “I’ll see you later.” Turning to me, he said, “Come on. I’m looking for my cousin. He’s back here.”

I was curious to find out what “the bunker” was, and followed Mohammed through the back yard into an empty lot behind the house. Off to the side of the lot, there was a small flight of stairs going down a few feet into the ground to a bulkhead, kind of like the outside entrance to a basement, only there was no building about it. “This is an old abandoned fallout shelter they built back in the 50s. This is where the guys hang out.” With that, he pounded on the metal door. A few seconds later, there was a loud clank, and the door swung open.

A gorgeous caramel-skinned man stood in the doorway, with a wide grin on his face. His skin was flawless and stretched over one of the most chiseled, Adonis-like faces I’d ever seen. He had slight stubble that had the effect of making him look all the more sexy, because he wasn’t trying to be. His bald head was perfectly smooth and flawless. But those eyes were the killer… sparkling ice blue. They turned his over all sexiness into a haunting lustfulness.

“Mo! I didn’t know you were stopping by today.” They grabbed each other’s right hand and pulled close for the one-armed brotha-hug. “Good to see you, man.”

“This is Mark from school. Mark, this is my buddy Jackson.”

“Good to meet you Mark,” Jackson said with a wide smile as he grabbed my hand and gave it a firm shake. “Come on in. We’s just watchin’ the game.”

The bunker was much like your typical unfinished basement. A shabby couch on an old shag rug sat in front of a TV. A patched up arm chair to one side and an old mattress on the floor against the far wall made up the rest of the seating. As we entered from behind the couch, another guy turned around to see who was coming in.

“Ty, this is Mark. He’s wit Mo” Jackson said introducing us.

“Wussup Mark. Whatcha doin’ hanging out with this biach?” he joked, as he stood to shake Mohammed’s hand and then mine. I was in total shock! This guy was the Tupac look-a-like I’d seen at Omega several months earlier; the night Mohamed and I first fucked. I’d never forget this look. Ty was sporting a tight black T-shirt this time, which covered up some of his tattoos, but the flaming tail of what appeared to be a phoenix was still evident as it flowed out over his muscled bicep from beneath the T-shirt. His hair was no longer the blood-red color that he’d had that first night, but his nipple rings were still evident through his shirt.

“It’s good to meet you Mark” Ty said quite formally as he shook my hand. As his hand held on a bit longer than would have been normal, he added with a smirk, “Any friend of Mo’s is a friend of mine.” I saw that Mohammed had given him an icy stare in response to that comment, both stare and comment seeming to fly completely unnoticed by Jackson as he took his spot on the armchair and began watching the game once again.

“Beers are in the fridge if you guys want them,” Jackson said without looking back at us.

“Grab some couch,” Mohammed told me. “I’ll get us some.”

I sat in the middle of the couch and Ty took a seat on my right. “So how you know our dawg Mohammed?” he asked me.

“Uh, we’re in astronomy class together,” I replied a bit nervously. I don’t know why, but my adrenaline was pumping. Here I was in Mohammed’s old neighborhood meeting his friends, whom he’s not supposed to be out to. But here’s this Ty character, who’s one sexy motherfucker in his own right, and who I know frequents gay clubs. Well, Mohammed had said that he’s not out to most people back home. Maybe he and Ty know about each other. Maybe they go clubbing together… they were both at Omega that night. Maybe they do more than just go clubbing.

“Where’s Brackus?” Mohammed’s question brought me out of my daydreaming. And while Ty wasn’t necessarily paying me any abnormal attention, the way he sat next to me just gave off an incredibly predatory vibe.

“He and Rahim are in the back room,” Ty answered.

As Mohammed handed me a Miller Lite, he called out, “Yo, Cuz! It’s Mo. Come on out here. I want you to meet a friend of mine!”

A few seconds later, a door on the far side of the bunker opened and out walked a black Hercules. This guy was about 6’6” tall and a wall of muscles. His clothes were not skin tight, but they showed off his ample arms and shoulders quite nicely. He wore some loose-fitting camouflage pants that punched around his crotch, showing off an impressive basket. He was ebony dark, like his cousin Mohammed and I could see the family resemblance, though it was clear that Brackus had to be about 35 years old. His bald head was perfectly shaped and his clean-shaven face was framed by a square jaw that looked like it was strong enough to stop a truck. As strong as his face was, it was broken up by the most sparkling and charismatic smile I’d ever seen. My god! The men here were all gorgeous!

“Mo! Good to see you lil’ Cuz. Glad you could stop by!” He said as he gave Mohammed a big bear hug. As Brackus let go of him, Mohammed turned to me. “Brack, this is my friend Mark, from school.”

As I stood up, Brackus marched over to me and grabbed my hand. But instead of shaking it, he pulled me into a one-armed brotha-hug. “Good to meet you man. Welcome to my crib.” At 6’0” myself, my head was smooshed into the top of Brackus’ pecs, where his collar bone and neck met. His bear hold on my and his masculine scent, touched with a somewhat faded cologne was enough to make me swoon.

As he released me from his powerful grip, I saw that someone else had followed Brackus out of the back room. “Oh, and that’s Rahim” Brackus said in the way of introductions. Rahim was by far the shortest one in the room. He couldn’t have been more than 5’8”, but he was a total brick house. His smoldering eyes seemed a bit withdrawn and disinterested as he just nodded a hello before plopping down on the mattress against the wall. Rahim was very much a small, black, muscle bear. He had a full beard and little black curls were visible inside the collar of his v-neck t-shirt. His baggy pants didn’t show off much of his lower body, but his broad shoulders and barrel chest were clear under that red T. He also wore a red knit skull cap and a huge diamond in his ear.

It was amazing, each of these guys was absolutely gorgeous, but all in ways that were so different. We had Jackson, who was pretty enough to be a model; Ty, who was working the sexy thug thing to the hilt; Rahim who had that quite-powerful-Muslim-brother-thing going on along with his bulldog physique; Brackus, who was just a mountain of sexuality and power, and Mohammed, my gorgeous preppy fuck-buddy with the baby-dreds.

We spent the next hour or so hanging out, watching the Redskins game and drinking beer. In that time, I learned that Brackus was a lieutenant with the DC police and had a kind of Robin Hood reputation in the neighborhood. He was determined to root out the hard core crime from the old neighborhood but was more than willing to look the other way on the petty crime stuff because he truly believed that the system was stacked against the poor and black in this city. As such, he’d become something of a benevolent Godfather figure in the neighborhood. He even made me put his cell number on my speed dial and gave me one of his cards that I was to carry at all times. As a friend of Mohammed’s I was expected to come by and visit, but a white boy in the neighborhood may find himself in a bind if he ever happened to be in a situation were any of them weren’t around. Brackus let me know that in no uncertain terms would people know that if I said I was “one of Brackus’ boyz” that everyone would think twice about messing with me.

After the game ended, Rahim sparked up a joint and was passing it around. I was shocked at first when Brackus took a hit, but then remembered that he was more than willing to let the minor crimes slide by. After Ty took his hit, he got up and started rummaging through the videotapes underneath the TV. “There’s nothing better to go with some good weed than a hot porno” he said popping the tape in the VCR. As the image of a big black guy pounding some petite white chick’s pussy came on the screen, Ty returned to his spot next to me on the couch. With Ty on my right and Mohammed on my left, I was well aware of the sexual vibe in the room. With my fuck-buddy on one side and another hot stud that I’d seen flirting with other guys in a gay bar on the other, it seemed a bit surreal to be sitting among them and a bunch of their straight friends watching straight porn. I looked over to Brackus on the armchair and he seemed to be lazily watching the action on the screen as he sucked down some more beer. Jackson was lounging across much of the mattress on the floor, while Rahim sat on the mattress with his back against the wall. Both were watching the porno intently.

“Damn, this weed always gets me horny” Brackus finally said as he passed the joint to Mohammed again. Pointing to the porno he adds, “And you go and put this shit in, Ty. This keeps up, I’m gonna need to take care of me” he said rubbing his basket and shifting around. Oh god, I thought. I’m sure I could find a way to help him out.

“Look at that white bitch take that big black cock” Rahim said as I passed the joint to Ty. “Oh, ya, but here’s the best part,” Jackson whooped as the guy on the screen flipped that little white girl over and started shoving his cock up her ass. “Ya, bitch, take it like that!”

After taking a second long drag from the joint, Ty passed it to Jackson’s outstretched hand. Ty let out a long, slow exhale of pot smoke, and then said with a sly look on his face, “You get yourself plenty of white ass, don’t you Mohammed.” What the fuck was he saying?!? I kept yelling at him in my head saying, ‘damn man, keep it quiet. What part of the down low don’t you get? Are you trying to blow Mohammed’s cover?’

Mohammed’s reply was unaffected. “Sure do, you should try it sometime yourself,” he mocked back. “Are you offering to share?” Brackus asked with a throaty laugh.

I instantly felt breath in my right ear as Ty whispered to me in a voice laced with sex, “You gonna give my some of that hot ass there, white boy?” His hand was on my thigh and my cock started to spring to attention immediately. I couldn’t believe what was going on! I looked to Mohammed who was only smiling at me.

Brackus then took the lead; getting out of his chair he said, “Go on Jackson. Show our new friend here that it ain’t nothing for a couple of friends to mess around.” As I looked over at Jackson, the gorgeous model was unbuttoning Rahim’s jeans. Reaching in he pulled out a thick cock that perfectly matched the thickness of it’s bulldog of an owner. Jackson wasted no time taking that growing sausage into his hungry mouth.

Ty stood up in front of me and released the button on his jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his thick 8-inch cock sprung to attention. That wasn’t as startling as the golden Prince Albert he was sporting from the tip of his bulbous cockhead. He quickly shed his skin-tight black T to reveal the matching gold hoops on both nipples and a stud through his navel topped on each end with gold balls. This guy was a total freak and I was loving every minute of it.

“Enough gawking. Time to get to sucking that black cock!” he ordered. I needed no more encouragement than that. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the ring in the end of his cock. I’d never seen a Prince Albert in person and was intrigued. As I played with it with my tongue, Ty let out a loud, pleasure-filled sigh. I opened wide and started taking his entire cock into my mouth. I could feel Mohammed’s hands on my belt as he helped me out of my pants while I continued to explore Ty’s cock with my mouth. Soon, Mohammed’s warm, familiar mouth was wrapped around my raging hard on. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brackus standing there with his arms crossed watching us intently with a lustful look in his eyes. Still fully clothed, Brackus came up behind Ty, grabbed his nipples and started kissing all up and down Ty’s neck. Ty began to moan loudly with satisfaction.

Ty was really starting to get into it. His thrusts started to get deeper and more forceful. Using both hands, he grabbed the sides of my head and held it still as he started fucking my mouth. I just relaxed my mouth and allowed 8-inches to slide in and out of my throat. I cupped his balls in one hand and started to slowly massage them. Because I love watching the pleasure on a guys face when I suck him off, I looked up. Ty had his head back and his mouth hanging open as he breathlessly moaned in pleasure. Instead, it was Brackus’s eye that I met. Brackus had his hands on Ty’s pecs and was massaging them forcefully. As he licked Ty’s neck, his eyes were locked on me. There was an unmistakable hunger in his gaze and I could feel him grinding harder into Ty’s ass… every thrust of Brackus’ hips into Ty just pushed Ty’s cock deeper into my throat. And Mohammed’s mouth on my own dick was really getting me going.

All of a sudden, Brackus grabbed Ty’s hips and pulled him out of my mouth. “This boy’s got a hot mouth there, “Brackus said in a horse, lust-filled growl. “I think it’s time I got a little love.” Bushing Ty to the side, Brack grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up from the couch. Mohammed’s mouth slipped off my cock, but I didn’t care… my eyes were locked on the lustful eyes before me. As Brackus led me from the couch closer to the mattress, I saw Mohammed strip naked and lie back on the couch as Ty dove between his legs to devour his aching cobra. On my other side, Jackson was going to town on Rahim’s thick rod.

Brackus’ hand on my face turned my head back toward him to lock eyes once again. In an instant, the gorgeous cop’s mouth was on mine and his tongue was exploring my throat. It made my knees so week, I might have fallen over had Brackus not been holding me so tightly against his muscled torso. His large firm hands were roughly massaging my ass cheeks, almost lifting my off my feet. My hardon was pressed tightly against his rock hard abs. My cock was leaking so much pre-cum, it left a large dark wet mark on his shirt. Breaking the lip-lock, he looked down at by drooling cock.

“Look at the mess you’ve made now.” he said with a smirk. “Guess I should take this off.” With that, he pulled his form-fitting T off over his head. Now, I love Mohammed’s physique, but Brackus was something special. His skin tone was more dark chocolate than the Mo’s ebony sheen, but they both had similar large nipples perched on perfect pecs. Brack, however, was like a Greek statue. He could not have an ounce of fat on his body. Even his breathing caused the muscles in his torso to flex and relax. A large, pulsing abdominal vein ran from his stomach down behind the elastic of his bright red briefs that were peaking out above his low-rise jeans.

“I think it’s time you meet my better half,” Brackus said with a sly grin. Gently, his hands on my shoulders started guiding me to the floor. As I kneeled before his crotch basket, I was so turned on and my adrenaline was pumping so hard I felt like I might pass out. Instead, I reached up and unbuckled his belt. “That’s it,” Brackus said encouragingly. “You’re finally going to be getting the cock you’ve been waiting your whole life for.”

As I unzipped his pants I could feel his growing cock pushing back against the zipper as it stretched the red fabric of the briefs. I couldn’t take it any more, so I pulled his underwear and his jeans down in one quick jerk and was almost knocked over by the heavy smack of his cock against my chin. Leaning back I got my first good look at his manhood and I was stunned. His cock was only about half-hard and must have been 12 inches. I was completely mesmerized.

“Come on baby, dive in” Brackus said has he put his hand on the back of my head and guided me toward that monster. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as his massive head pushed passed my lips. Because his cock wasn’t yet fully erect, there was enough give to allow his cock to squeeze into my mouth. But as I felt it get more and more solid, I wondered if I could keep this up. But I certainly was going to try!

I tried to take as much of that massive rod down my throat as I could. “That’s it Mark,” Brackus encouraged me. “Take as much as you can. You’ll be getting much more of this before the day is through.” I put my hands around the base of his cock. It was more like holding a baseball bat than a cock. He was now fully erect and solid as a rock. I took my mouth off his cock to admire it. It was perfect. In my experience, most large cocks rarely got rock hard, but Brackus’ dick could have pounded nails. It now stood straight out from his body and must have been at least 13 inches. He had two egg-sized balls swinging low below the base. I started licking my way down this mile of man-meat, kissing and sucking as I went. I licked his balls as I used both hands to pump is cock. Brackus moaned in pleasure. “Ya, baby. Work that dick. Show daddy how much you love his cock.”

I continued to lick, suck, kiss, and stroke his gorgeous pole for about five minutes. I could really hear the other guys going to town on each other, but I was focused on the meal in front of me. I soon heard a grunt coming from the sofa, however, and looked over to see what was going on. Mohammed had Ty bent over the arm of the sofa and was slowly sliding his own sizable cock up Ty’s ass.

“Ah, shit. That’s a tight ass you got there Ty,” Mo said. With that, a look of determination swept over Ty’s face as he pushed back against Mohammed in one quick motion. “Fuuuccckkk! Ah, shit that’s good!” Ty groaned as he impaled himself on Mohammed. “Ah bitch, tap that as” he encouraged. But Mohammed didn’t need any encouragement. With one hand on Ty’s lower back and the other on Ty’s shoulders, he pushed Ty’s head down over the sofa arm and used the leverage to start pounding Ty’s ass. “That’s it!” Ty started to scream. “Fuck that ass. Take it like there’s no tomorrow.” The sound of Mo’s balls slapping on Ty’s ass was loud and clear, with only Ty’s moans of pleasure punctuating it.

“Damn” Brackus groaned. “I need something like that.” He grabbed onto my ass and started rubbing my hole with his big meaty finger. “But this dick will rip you open unless you’re properly prepared.” He commented as if to no one. Then he said directly to me, as he brought me up from my knees. “We’re gonna have Rahim stretch you out a bit before I get all up in there.”

Brackus and I knelt down on the mattress on either side of Rahim, who still had Jackson lying between his legs feasting on that fat sausage. As Jackson lifted his head, Brackus pushed me down onto Rahim’s cock. Rahim was not as big as Brackus, but he definitely was thick in his own right. On Brack, there was no way I could get one hand around the base of his cock. With Rahim, I almost could. And Rahim wasn’t as long as Brackus… maybe 10 inches. I sucked down on Rahim’s dick. Brackus’ horsemeat had loosened my jaw well enough that I was taking in most of Rahim’s cock. “Shit, this white boy can suck dick!” Rahim moaned breathlessly. As I sucked, I felt two sets of hands start to massage my ass. I was use to Brackus’ big mitt-like paws, so I knew him in an instant. Looking back, I saw Jackson’s model-perfect face looking intently between my ass cheek too. I felt his finger massage my asshole, pushing on it ever so slightly. I was in heaven! I loved in when someone teased my hole like that. I felt a cold rush squirt into my ass-crack. Brackus had just poured a glop of lube into my ass. Jackson’s now slick finger easily popped into my ass and he immediately started finger fucking me. I moaned in pleasure as Rahim continued to shove as much of his cock down my throat as he could.

“Looks like our boy is ready,” Brackus said. With that, he and Jackson lifted me off the ground and held me in a kind of chair-cradle armhold. Each was on the side of me and my ass was hanging down between them. Rahim lay flat on the mattress with his 10 inches standing straight up into the air. Jackson and Brackus slowly started lowering me onto that massive spike. I felt the Rahim’s huge, bulbous head caress my ass checks as it pushed closer to my sphincter. Soon, his cock was stopped, knocking at the entrance of my ass. Sensing they’d gotten to that point, Brackus and Jackson let my legs down, but continued to hold my arms, supporting me in a squat above Rahim. In this position I was able to control the force of my decent onto this thick-ass cock. I didn’t need any encouragement. I started to push down on Rahim’s cock. As the pressure began to build, so did my excitement. Then… pop! Rahim’s head pushed passed my ass ring in a flash of pain. Yelling out, I stopped immediately. “That’s it,” Jackson whispered into my ear. “Just get use to it. This is nothing. Wait until you’ve got Brack up inside you.”

Soon the pain was beginning to subside and I continued to ease my way down Rahim’s thick cock. The way he filled my ass so completely was amazing. It felt incredible. But I couldn’t help wonder how I could fit anything thicker in my ass.

I was now totally impaled on Rahim’s cock. Brackus and Jackson let go of my arms and I put my hands down on to Rahim’s hairy abdomen for support. Rahim was the most perfect black bear. His brickhouse solid body was covered in dark coarse hair. It wasn’t all wild and out of control like some guys can be. It was a tight, dark mat that clung to his finely chiseled six-pack and pecs. I just had to run my hands all over his body. This seemed to excite Rahim, as he began to buck more quickly into my now accommodating ass. I rode Rahim like there was no tomorrow. I was a wild rodeo star riding a bucking Bronco.

“Damn, Brackus, look at that white boy go!” Jackson remarked. “You just love that big black dick pounding your ass, don’t you!”

“Not as much as you love sucking this dick” Brackus said to Jackson as he pushed the gorgeous model to his knees and shoved his mammoth cock down the man’s throat. To me, Brackus said, “Fuck ya Mark. Ride him. You’re making me so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get into that piece of ass. Make sure he loosens you up good, now”

Rahim was now in at a fever pitch. He sat up and held me close to his broad, hairy chest as he bear-hugged me while pounding his fat rod deeper and deeper into my gut. I sucked on his nipples has he held my face tight against his hairy pecs. “Fuck, boy, I’m gonna bust a nut!” Rahim groaned. He pulled his cock out of my asshole and shoved it up between my cheeks. I felt rope after rope of hot sticky cum shoot up across my back and ass as Rahim gasped for breath. He pulled me down on top of him as he continued to bear-hug me, struggling to catch his breath. “Damn, man. That’s one fucking hot piece of ass you got there,” He sighed.

“Now that’s fucking hot!” Ty yelled. Mohammed was still fucking him furiously over on the couch as the two of them looked over at us. “It’s your turn to tap that ass, Cuz,” Mohammed said to Brackus.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a werd” Brackus said in a low, husky voice that was full of desire. Lying on top of Rahim, with his cum dripping off my back, I felt Brackus’ big hands on my ass. As I moved to get up, he pushed me back down onto Rahim’s chest. “No, stay right there. I’m gonna fuck you while you lay on my buddy.” As Brackus maneuvered his giant cock head into my ass crack, it felt as if someone was trying to shove an orange up my ass. His giant round head was unimaginably huge. With his hands pushing down on the small of my back, I felt him urging that heavily lubed cock into my ass. With some effort, and a loud groan, Brackus pushed into me.

My ass was on fire, despite the pounding Rahim had just given me, but I didn’t care… I was way too fucking horny. Brackus eased what felt like a mile of cock into my ass, but he was only halfway in. He slowly started to pull out and then rock back in. Each time, pushing a bit further. I was so full of cock, I was like a human popsicle. But not only was Brackus huge, he was talented. He worked that enormous snake into me with expert care. The pain quickly subsided as he picked up a slow, deliberate pace. Within a few minutes, I felt his pubic hair touch the top of my ass and his balls drag across the bottom of my cheeks. He had all 13 inches of that monster secure in my ass. I was wild with pleasure. As Brackus began a steadier and through pumping stroke, I was feasting on Rahim’s swollen nipples. Every thrust from Brackus slid me up across Rahim’s stomach and chest. My rock hard cock rubbed against his six-pack with every push. The combination of the larges cock I’d ever seen now pumping determinedly into my swollen ass and the feel of my cock dragging back and forth across a sweaty, hairy, washboard stomach was becoming too much.

“Oh fuck Brack,” I moaned. “I can’t take much more of this. I’m gonna cum!” “Let it fly little brother, you’re hot ass has me close to breaking too!”

With one final, heavy thrust, Brackus shoved me into ecstasy. My cock exploded. Torrents of cum spewed out between me and Rahim. It felt as if a hot water bottle had just exploded between us. Wave after wave of orgasm flooded over me. As every muscle in my body seized, my ass clamped down even tighter on Brackus’ cock. With his cock buried deep in my gut, Brackus yelled “I’m fucking cumming in your ass boy! AHHHRRRRRAHHHH!!!!” I felt the increase in pressure as Brackus’ condom swelled to accommodate the gallons of cum he was unleashing into my core. Brackus twitched and thrust for several seconds as the last of his man juice poured from his cock. Finally he collapsed on top of me, heaving to catch his breath.

I looked over at Jackson who was now lying on the mattress beside us, pumping his 8-incher like there was no tomorrow. Soon, his entire body tensed and he shot jets of bright white cum all over his own chest and face. One glob landed in his mouth and he licked it up like a man who was dying of thirst.

Back on the couch, Mohammed was still buried deep in Ty’s ass. He had Ty up on his knees now, holding him tight against his own chest. The two were in a tight lip-lock as Mohammed pounded Ty’s ass while also reaching around to beat him off. Suddenly, a geyser of cum shot past Ty’s Prince Albert. There was so much cum and in such a steady stream, I’d of thought he was pissing if it weren’t white. Almost immediately, Mohammed let out a deep guttural groan that I was all too familiar with. The sound and the look on his face told me that he was filling the condom he had shoved deep inside his buddy, just as his cousin had done to me.

Brackus remained laying on my back. I was literally the white in this man-oreo of sex, as I lay between him and Rahim. I could feel Brackus’ cock start to soften a bit. He maneuvered his hips ever so talentedly until he’d wormed his cock free of my ass. It fell out with an audible pop, as I felt air rush into the void it had left in my ass before my abused hole started to regain its shape.

“Well, Mark” Brackus said. “Welcome to the my Crew. I hope you enjoyed the initiation. As you can see, membership has its privileges.”