I’d been summoned to be the white bitch boy for a 5-man cabal of Black daddies whose only purpose is to use and abuse white boys like me who have long known, or are just discovering, they can’t live without big black cock. After an hour on my knees worshiping and sucking their five magnificent black cocks. First David, who answered my original “Hotel Door Open” post and used me hard, but also earned my trust, so that no matter what came down tonight, I knew he had my back. Next was Leon, who David invited to the second round of my open hotel door fantasies and exposed me to the unapologetic lust of BBC. The next three were new to me…Marco, the half-black, half-Italian muscle stud, Bobby, the thin, almost boy-like young black stallion, and finally The King, noteworthy for his stature, and his epically impressive cock.
I’m on my back on a massage-like table, cock in my mouth, cock in each hand, and The King’s snake-like tongue invading my hole. The King, who has taken charge, has now directed David and Marco to double team my hole with their mouths and sent Leon and Billy to the head of the table to feed me their cocks. The King appeared at the head of the table as well and, pushing the others’ cocks away, kissed me passionately (even romantically). I grabbed the other two cocks and now had two mouths hungrily lapping my hole, a cock in each hand and The King whispering in my ear, “You like all this black dick, don’t you, white boy? You haven’t seen anything yet.” Could this get any better, I thought to myself.
I couldn’t answer because two black cocks were fighting to make my mouth their home and The King had his tongue in my ear. But I looked straight up at Leon, Billy and The King, and did my best to nod an emphatic, “Yes”.
Without warning, David, who along with Marco had been enjoying the taste of my hole, stood up and with a lubed cock, and began to slide it up and down my crack. Having been fucked for an entire night by David a few weeks earlier, I knew what to expect…pure heaven. His cock was just the right length, girth, and was extremely veiny. So when he entered me, he did so slowly, allowing my wet, but still tight hole adjust. As he pushed in, he lifted his head and announced to the others, “I’m getting this boy nice and stretched out for you guys. I’ll leave a big juicy load in him to lube him up.”
The feeling was, like I said, pure heaven. His black masculinity invaded me like it owned me. I willingly surrendered to him and his aggressive superiority. I seized the two cocks that were fighting for my mouth’s attention with my hands and held on for dear life. They were wet from my sucking them, allowing me to vigorously pump them. I was already on the edge…I wanted cum in my mouth…in my hole…wherever these superhuman men wanted to unload it. In me. On me. I wanted to drown in their cum.
The feeling of being sexually used by men who want nothing but their own satisfaction is difficult to describe because the humiliation, in and of itself, is its own kinky satisfaction. I was allowing five men, practically strangers, to use my body in whatever way pleasured them, and I was getting off on it as much as they were. My universe had been reduced to nothing but big black cock…I was in a near trance. A phrase and concept I was only vaguely aware of a few weeks ago—BBC—was now my world. I hungered for every one of their cocks and every ounce of cum they could produce.
David’s thrusts were gaining speed and I knew he was close. Sensing his increasing momentum, The King ordered him to “Push it up into him…see if the bitch can take it.” That encouraged David to pump even harder encouraging Leon to add, “Feed that fucking hole”, followed by Bobby, “Fucking breed the bitch”. That’s all it took for David to stiffen up like a board and shoot what felt like quarts of creamy hot baby batter up my hole. He stopped for a moment to finish and then slowly began to pump again, as if he wanted to make sure I didn’t lose an ounce of his seed.
Suddenly, Leon pulled his cock out of my hand and made his way to the foot of the table. “Look at that sloppy, wet hole”, he said, apparently inspecting it. “My turn, bitch”, he sneered at me.
David pulled out and his cock was immediately replaced by Leon’s, which wasn’t as long, but a helluva lot thicker. Fortunately, David’s seed had left the entirety of my rectum lubricated, so Leon’s entry, although sudden, was manageable, even pleasurable. Once again, my hole was the source of a black gladiator’s passion, and I was more than up for that.
And so it continued…Leon left his load in me followed by Bobby, and then Marco. Four loads lodged in my gut, but I longed for more. They thought they could break me but they were nowhere near it. And now it was The King’s turn.
The room quieted as The King took his position between my legs. He gently fingered my hole, inside and out, and commented on what he found. “I like my white boys wet and sloppy.” Looking at the others he added, “Good job, men.”
He entered me with two fingers and scooped out a load of cum the others had left behind and used that to lube his long, curved cock. “Hold him down, gentlemen”, he ordered, “he’s going to buck hard when he feels The King inside him”. My hole was stretched wide already and The King’s cock wasn’t all that that thick, so he entered me easily. I was immobilized by the other four who held my arms and legs down as his cock slid slowly up my rectum.
And then it happened. I learned why they called him The King.
The curvature of his cock located my P-spot like a heat seeking missile and, when it did, sent waves of electricity through my body. “Oh my fucking god” I screamed as I thrust my hips to push my prostate even harder into his cock. “I think I found the boy’s special place”, laughed The King. “Sure fuckin’ did”, grinned Marco. “Now, let’s watch the bitch squirm”, he added.
“You like that boy?” The King asked. Eerily, his eyes were locked on mine with a piercing stare that was so intense, I couldn’t look away. Surely, he’d done this before, but the expression in his eyes was almost as if he were asking himself, ‘That boy is nearly delirious…does it really feel that good?' With his inquisitive eyes penetrating me as deeply as his cock, he addressed me directly as he began to rub my special spot with the tip of his delightfully curved cock. “Take it bitch. You love The King’s cock. Tell me how much you love it. Crave it. Need it. TELL ME BITCH!” The pleasure was so intense I could barely answer him. I was already sweating bullets and all I could do was mutter “Yes, sir, please fuck me hard, sir”.
That’s all it took for him to up the intensity with which his cock massaged me, particularly that spot. As much as I loved getting fucked and had enjoyed the four loads that preceded this, nothing came close to The King. The feeling on my prostate was like an orgasm that never ended. I bucked and begged for more like the needy bitch I had become. “Please King, empty your load up me. Breed me like the bitch I am.” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t stop myself either. “Dump it in me. Breed me, PLEASE”, I begged.
My unapologetic pleading for more only served to ramp him up. He was now sweating even more than I was and had zeroed in on my P-spot with such accuracy I could barely breathe. “You ready bitch boy?” he demanded. “You ready for The King’s load?”
It took every ounce of energy I had to respond, but I was able to squeak out a gasping response, “Yes sir, please sir. PLEASE…”
And then I felt the other reason why The King had that name. He unloaded what felt like a gallon of sweet, milky cum. I lost count of spasms at 10…he went well beyond that. When his eruptions finally slowed to near zero, he leaned his face close to mine and, with the sweat dripping from his face, whispered, “Good boy, but you ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait until you see what I’ve got in mind for you later.”
I was too spent to process the threat/promise of what was to come. All I knew was that the night was nowhere near over.
As he slowly pulled out of me I sensed the group pull away, signaling the next part of the evening. In a protective sort of way, David leaned over me, gave me a sweet kiss and asked, “You doin’ ok?”
I smiled as much as I had the strength for and answered quietly, “Yes sir”.
“Good, I’ll help you up; follow Leon and me.”
I was able to get up off the table, although I needed to clench my anal ring so as not to drip the cum that had been left inside me. David grabbed one of my hands, Leon the other, and they said in unison, “Come with us.”
They guided me into what appeared to be one of several bedrooms with a giant, king-sized bed, laid me down gingerly and each laid next to me, holding me, caressing me and kissing me gently on my face and neck. Although I was exhausted, I still hadn’t cum, and their tenderness touched me. It also had an impact on my cock which remained rock hard, even now.
As they stroked my torso, legs, balls, and yes cock (albeit not aggressively so I wouldn’t cum), David whispered in my ear, “We’ll give you a few minutes to recover, but now Leon and I are taking you again, just like we did a few weeks ago”.
My body felt nothing but exhaustion, but my cock begged to go another round. Maybe this time they’d let me cum.
They were kind and gentle, but I knew I was only there to be used. They rolled me over on my stomach and motioned for me to get on my hands and knees—doggy style. I knew what was coming and steeled myself for another round.
David got behind and over me and whispered, “You ready, my little bitch boy?” Damn, he had a unique way of being simultaneously threatening and comforting. We both knew there was no need for more lube and I felt the tip of his cock enter me for the second time that night. Without realizing it, Leon was now kneeling in front of me brushing my lips with his now hard cock. No question….I was being pig-roasted. I willingly opened my mouth and swallowed his cock like the hungry slut I had become. Despite how outer-worldly this night had been, it felt strangely right to be used by these two men now. I welcomed their cocks, one in my hole and one in my mouth, and felt gratified by the pleasure I was providing them. Despite my ass being sore from previous poundings, I gave them both my all. I pushed back against David’s cock to take it deeper and pushed forward into Leon’s to take it further down my throat. Although my ass was sloshing around with five loads already, I wanted more cum….theirs. I continued to rock back and forth, taking each of them deeper and deeper. I could tell they were getting close when Leon spoke up, “I want the boy’s hole now.”
David didn’t respond but pulled out immediately and they changed places. At the same time Leon was stretching my hole out for the second time that night, I was licking the cum and ass juice from David’s cock. Under normal circumstances, this would’ve been unpleasant, or even revolting. But I had so much testosterone pumping through my body, I would’ve done anything, and I mean anything, to milk the cum out of these two Adonis’s. We resumed the same rhythm we had established previously with me pushing hard into Leon’s cock and struggling to swallow as much of David’s as I could. I must’ve been doing my job because, before long I could feel both of them tense up.
Leon began: “I’m ready to feed you my babies, bitch boy”.
David responded: “Take my load boy and swallow every drop.”
Leon: “Here I cum. Tighten your hole around me. Make me shoot.”
David: “I’m shooting. Swallow every drop!”
Leon: “Fuck boy, here I cum. Take it!”
David: “Mmmm, you little slut. We’ve taught you well.”
They were done. Using me. Abusing me. Cumming in me. Humiliating me. And I fucking loved it all. Every. Single. Second.
I still hadn’t cum and they made no indication that I’d be allowed to. Certainly not with them. We laid on the bed for awhile and they reverted back to their gentle, protective demeanor. They stroked me and complimented me (a little), but before long indicated it was time to move on. They pulled me off the bed, marched me down to another bedroom and pushed me through the door.
As I entered the very dim room, I could make out who I believed was Marco and Bobby. They had seemed like a pair all night, much like David and Leon. They were together in bed now, arms and legs entangled, but apparently asleep. I tentatively approached them, not sure if I should wake them or simply climb in bed. I had been directed to this room so I had no choice but to slide onto bed with the two of them. The were on top of the covers so I quietly laid down next to Marco and waited.
It didn’t take long as shortly after I closed my eyes I felt a hand cup my semi-hard cock. “Ohhh,” I groaned, it felt so fucking good. It was Marco’s hand and he rolled over to face me, took my head in his hands and began to kiss me passionately. In a daze, I had no choice but to kiss him back, and I did with gusto. We laid there making out for a few moments when I felt a warm mouth engulf my cock, making it instantly hard again.
“Oh my god,” I cried, which caused Bobby to pull off it and move his mouth to my hole. That felt every bit as good, and reduced the chance of me blasting my cum. We all knew that the longer they denied me, the more of a dirty slut I’d be.
Like David and Leon before them, they were remarkably gentle and caring, although ravenous to use me again. I thought Bobby would work my hole again, but he concentrated on kissing and caressing my torso, nipples, balls, and cock, while Marco continued to kiss me passionately and stroke my cock until I’d almost cum. He edged me relentlessly, always pulling back when I was about to explode. Damn him.
I had expected to be fucked and discarded, like I had been several times tonight, but these two wanted something different. I was soon to find out.
They laid on their backs, side-by-side on the bed and ordered me to suck their cocks with everything I had. While I was down there following their orders, they were getting increasingly agitated, slapping their cocks in my face, spitting in my open mouth, and deriding me with insults. “Look at me when you’re sucking my dick”, “Suck it like you mean it, bitch”, and more. Once again, I found the crude insults a powerful aphrodisiac and it made me want to suck the cum right out of their respective piss slits.
“Up on your knees,” Marco ordered pointing to the middle of the bed. He and Bobby stood up at the same time and flanked me at 10 and 2 o’clock, with their cocks brushing against my face. “Ever hear the word ‘bukkake’” Bobby asked. I nodded knowingly, and I knew what was coming.
They continued to slap their cocks against my face with such force that if it were anything else hitting me with that velocity I would’ve fought back, but it was these men’s hard cocks so that made it ok, even erotic.
“Open your fucking mouth” one said as he spat straight into it, followed by “Put my whole dick in your moiuth…NOW!” from the other. This continued back and forth and they took turns grabbing me by the hair to turn my face to their cock and brutally face fucking me. Tears, saliva, snot, every fluid (except my own cum) was flowing from me.
“Now take both our cocks, you slut”, Marco demanded. I opened as wide as possible and, miraculously, was able to take both of them at once. Obviously neither could deep throat me while the other cock was in my mouth, but they took turns trying.
They finally pulled out and began to stroke like the end was near. “Keep that mouth wide open, pig”, one said. “Don’t you dare miss a drop of our jizz”. I opened as wide as I could, closed my eyes, and felt an avalanche of hot liquid cover my face, hair, shoulders, but the majority went straight into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could so as not to spill any. While not the sexual release I was hoping for, the feeling was, like before, gratifying in its own kinky way. I had brought these two hotter-than-hot black men to nearly violent orgasms.
When their shooting subsided, they dropped onto their backs and one of them tossed me a towel as he did. “Here slut, clean yourself up”, he said. I was more than happy to and made my way to the bathroom off the bedroom to wet the towel and do a proper job. After cleaning up, I quietly walked back into the room where Bobby and Marco were on their back, nearly asleep. Sensing I was standing there waiting for direction, Marco spoke up, “Time to go see The King. Out the door, second door on your left.” I paused to see if he was serious, but he laid his head on the pillow and the two of them were asleep within seconds. I had no choice.
Still nude with several loads of cum up my intestines, two down my throat, and a raging hard on intensified by the tight cock ring, I tiptoed down to the second door, and slowly opened it. Dimly lit, like all the others, I looked to the bed and found The King face down, spread eagle on the bed. At least 6’5”, muscled back, torso, arms, and legs, and glistening black skin in the dim light. Particularly notable were the two black orbs of his beautiful ass that looked as if they were lit by a spotlight. I was transfixed by them, but also puzzled as to why his ass was so prominently displayed and not his cock. But either way, there was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn’t want. Not knowing if he was asleep, I tiptoed over to the bed and when I got close to him he finally spoke: “I’m your last stop in this rodeo bitch boy and we’re doing things a bit differently.”
He continued, “Down between my legs and eat that hole like you haven’t eaten in weeks.” Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. I love rimming hot guys and this guy was the hottest I’d ever laid eyes on. I climbed between his legs and, as I did, he raised his hips to give me even better access to his hole. “Now EAT!” he ordered. Wanting to please, I used my hands to spread his cheeks to provide the best possible pleasure to this god’s most treasured spot. And damn, was he tasty! His rosebud was soft, but still tight and he playfully winked at me several times as I worked him over. And the rings surrounding that sweet hole were equally as desirable. He had the hole of a god. As I really got into it, he groaned like he was experiencing being rimmed for the very first time. Could it be his first?
He was so incredibly responsive, I worked even harder to please him. “Damn, you have a sweet hole” I boldly offered. For the first time tonight, I was in control, and it felt good to be back. He responded to being complimented and groaned even more which, in turn, took me to the next level. I pointed my tongue and dived into that sweet hole. I thought he was going to lose it. “Oh. My. Fucking. God”, he cried out. “Jesus, keep doing that, bitch”, he ordered. Damn, I was having fun. By now I had worked up a sweat and I wanted nothing more than to grab his cock from behind and start stroking, but I knew better than to be the aggressor. Concentrating on my target—his hole—I hooked my arms under his hips to pull his ass even closer to me. I was now ravenous and wanted nothing more than to get my entire head up his asshole.
“Oh sweet jesus”, he moaned. “Fuck me…fuck me with your tongue….you’re one sweet bitch” he moaned.
As incredible as tonight had been, I had reached a new high. Turning The King on like this was amazing.
I kept it up until I was afraid he’d shoot without even being touched. He knew he was close as well so he swung around, knelt facing me, grabbed my face and spit out the following orders: “Here’s how it’s going down bitch. When I saw that monster cock of yours tonight I knew I had to have it. You’re taking my cherry tonight and no one, I REPEAT NO ONE, is going to know. Is that understood?”
I was in shock and all I could do was utter the simple response: “Yes, sir”.
He continued, “You and I can make as much noise as we want in here. I want them to know I’m having my way with you. Understood?”
“And I want that thick cock of yours buried in my hole. IS THAT UNDESTOOD?”
Again, “Yes sir,”
“Good….” he trailed off, turned back around on his hands and knees presenting me with his wet hole, ready to be fucked. And then he added, nodding at the bedstand, “Use the lube”.
Damn! The King had never been fucked and had chosen me to take his cherry. I grabbed the lube and made sure I used plenty, first up his hole and then my cock.
As I approached his tight hole with my lubed middle finger, I took a gentle, caring approach. “Breathe deep, don’t fight it”, I said as I carefully penetrated his hole with one finger. “Fuck”, he hissed. “When I get deeper with more fingers, push out like you’re taking a shit. It sounds wrong, but it’ll help, trust me”, I added.
I slowly pushed my single middle finger up into him and his reaction was half resistance and half OMFG this feels good. I was committed to going slow with him so I made sure he was entirely comfortable before I began to pull it out and push it back in. He was quickly at ease with that, and I leaned down and took my chances, “Like that King? It’s only gonna get better”
“Fuck yeah”, he whimpered. “More, bitch, more”, was all he could get out.
I pulled it out and repeated the process with two, and then three fingers. Amazingly, he took it like a champ. I could tell this was something he had given a lot of thought to and wasn’t gonna back down without know what it was like to get fucked.
Now stretched and lubed, it was time for the show. With my cock pressed into his crack, I laid down on his back and whispered again in his ear, “Ready for the real thing, King?”
“Fuck me, bitch”, was all he could get out.
I got back in position, pressed my cock into his still tight hole, and repeated, “Remember, push out like you’re taking a dump”.
And then it started. I pushed in slightly and he screamed, “FUCK!”
“Breathe, deep breaths”, I coached him.
When he calmed down and I assumed the burning subsided, I slid in the next couple inches. This time he just groaned. The worst was over.
“Keep going King?” I asked, knowing full well what his answer would be.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck me all the way in!” he said without hesitation.
That was my license to push it all the way into him. “OOOHHHH”, he groaned. It was obvious he’d never done this before, his response was to guttural, so visceral. “So. Fucking. Thick.” he whimpered.
Up until this point I was so focused on minimizing his discomfort and providing him the pleasure of bottoming, I suddenly realized my cock was ready to explode. I had to pull out quickly or I would’ve shot and been done for the night.
“What the fuck?” he demanded.
“Sorry King”, I replied. “I was close to shooting and I want to fuck you long and hard. That’s what you want, right King?”
Yeah, bitch. Take your time”, The King replied quietly.
“Oh, I will King, I will”.
I took a few long breaths, all the time teasing his hole with the tip of my cock, just to let him know I was nowhere near done with him. When I was good to go, I pushed it in just past the ring and said, ”Here we go, King, ready or not.”
As I slid in (easier than the first time), he groaned like a man who had died and gone to heaven. “Holy fuck”, he whimpered. “Push your fat cock all the way up me, and then fuck the living shit out of me.”
“I intend to” I replied, getting bolder as I continued to fuck him.
To say the least, it appeared that The King was loving his first experience as a bottom. I took immense pleasure in that, and I intended to make it as memorable as possible for him.
I slid my cock in further, and eventually all the way. Again, he struggled a bit so I held it still before what would become a long, slow assault. Once I knew he was out of the woods, I pulled out slowly, and pushed back in, just with slightly more force. In. Out. In. Out. Faster and faster until he was groaning and begging me for more. “Feed my fucking hole. Hard, like you mean it.” That’s all it took for me to let loose and piston the shit out of him. I pulled back and plunged in with all my energy. “Yeah, bitch, fuckin’ shove it up there.” I pistoned more, now with sweat dripping down from my face onto his back. “Pump that fuckin’ hot load up my cunt. DO IT!”, he ordered. I was so close to cumming but trying my best to prolong this once-in-a lifetime event for both of us. I wrapped my arms around his torso and was squeezing so tight he likely was having trouble drawing breath. But he was relentless and finally added, “Gimme that load you’ve been saving up all night. Breed me you little slut”. That’s all it took. I had produced more cum that night than in the entire previous month, and The King would be the recipient of it.
I tightened up like a plank and whispered in a near scream, “FUCK! I’m coming King. I’m fucking breeding The King”. I shot into him with such force that he made a noise that I’ve never heard before or since. It was half carnal lust and half pure joy. He was arching his back to make sure he didn’t spill a drop and I took that opportunity to grab his dick from behind with my lubed hand and started to stroke. I think it only took 3 or 4 strokes and he was shooting with the velocity and volume I was. He was only a few seconds behind me so we essentially were shooting at the same time. I was lucky enough to catch a fair amount of his jizz in my hand which, without thinking, I fed half to him and half to myself. When the time was right I pulled out of him and quickly flipped him on his back and laid down squarely over him and pressed our cum-filled mouths together. We shared a passionate, nasty kiss that I wouldn’t have imagined possible just a few hours age when he so intimidated me.
With the cum in our mouths swallowed, our kissing diminished from passionate, to romantic, to downright gentle. Our sticky, softening cocks were loving getting to know each other as well. Sensing we both were finished, I finally curled up on my side and burrowed into him.
I didn’t know quite what to say, if anything. I was the white bitch boy and he was The King, and I had just totally used him. But he spoke first, looking me straight in the eyes, and said, “Thanks bitch boy. That was fucking hot. But our little secret, right?”
“Absolutely, sir”, I replied with a smile.
He gave me a squeeze and said “I’d love to have you stay the night in my bed, but I promised David I’d send you back to him when I was done with you, so you better head out….third door on the right.” He paused, then pulled me in for a sweet kiss, and said, “Thanks, bitch boy.”
I had no choice but to go to David’s room and, having cum, I was spent. I prayed he didn’t want to use me again, and fortunately, he didn’t. I tiptoed into his room where he was sound asleep under the covers. I crawled in next to him and must’ve woke him because he pulled up next to me, pulled me into a tight spoon from behind, and whispered…”Talk in the morning.”
The next thing I remember light was pouring into the room and I heard David in the shower. I sat up in bed and contemplated the previous evening. My introduction to BBC.
Damn, it was hot. First the Hotel Door Open post resulting in meeting David, followed by the night of bondage/BDSM with David and Brian, the bartender. Next, Leon joined us unexpectedly and introduced me to the world of BBC. And finally, tonight…a five-man gangbang and nothing but big black cock. As I was reliving it in my mind, the shower went off and David appeared, with a towel wrapped around his waist. After everything that went down the night before, I couldn’t believe I started to harden up seeing him like that.
He sat down on the bed next to me and leaned in for a soft kiss. “How’d last night go?” he asked.
“How do you think it went?” I responded. “Did I make you proud”?
“Sure did my friend. My friends all want you back. Maybe even a regular. You up for that?”
I paused, and sensing my hesitation, he added, “No need to answer now. You know where to find me.”
I laid in bed pondering the question as David quickly dressed. “I need to be in court in a few minutes”, he shared. “Life of a judge.”
Once dressed, he leaned down to give me one more kiss, and left without saying another word, leaving me to my thoughts.
Big Black Cock. Was last night a one-and-done? Or was it the beginning of the next stage of my life? I had a lot of thinking to do.
