Chapter One
I was a big man, forty-five years old and six-foot-five of beefy black muscle. I had played rugby in high school through college, and had managed to maintain that beefy-athletic physique. I'd gotten married, had two wonderful kids (all grown up now) and one bitch of a wife. Denise had been pretty and alluring when I had first met her in college. We'd hooked up and got married a few years after graduation. Everything had been going well until about a year ago when she stopped paying me any attention. I had known she was cheating on me but I didn't say shit. It was 'cheaper to keep her' as they say.
Lucky for me, I found my own side piece to get off in. My company had hired some new blood and, as the head of the art and advertisement department, it was my job to train and supervise our youngest member. Marcus Stevenson worked directly under me, literally. As deep as his voice was and as masculine as he moved, I could tell Marcus was a fruit. He stood six-foot-one, twenty-three years old and was fresh out of university. His major had been Dance (double minor in Accounts and Art Management) and he had the body to prove it: tight and toned under his smooth ebony skin. I had embraced my bisexuality from a young age and, as a collegiate athlete, had access to horny guys twenty-four-seven. I had pounded more than a few man-holes back then but had given it up once I had gotten married.
Well, if Denise could have her side-dick, I could have my side-ass. Marcus was doing a wonderful job; sucking my dick just right. He had me right down his throat, slobbering and slurping on my thick ten inches like Denise never had. I grabbed the back of his 360-wave head and forced his nose to my pubes. Only when he started to gurgle and choke did I let him up for air. Spit trailed from his thick sexy lips. I leaned forward, kissed him, then forced him back down on my dick as my phone rang. It was Denise.
"Hamilton. . .listen, I'm sorry I haven't been a good wife recently. I've been going through a lot personally, and I haven't told you. . ."
Uh-huh, I thought. Haven't told me that you're a lying cheating whore. The private investigator had shown me all the photos. I knew what she was doing; bitch now trying to play innocent. I tightened my grip on Marcus' head, forcing him to swallow me balls-deep.
"I want to attend counseling, honey, with you. . .as a couple. I want to reconnect with you."
Only now that the young buck who had been beating your old-ass pussy out had found a girl his own age to fuck. I held back a chuckle, thinking how much nicer that young slut's pussy would feel compared to Denise's forty-plus year-old cunt. Perhaps I'd find a way to invite myself over to the young stud's place for a threesome; fuck both him and his girl. Just then, Marcus choked and the vibration shot pleasure through my dick so strong that I moaned out loud.
"Hamilton? Are you listening, honey?"
"Yeah, I got ya. Listen, Denise, I'm busy right now. Let's talk about it when I get home."
"O-Ok. . .Hamilton, I lov—" I ended the call before she could finish, giving that bitch a taste of the ill-treatment she had given me. Fuck her apology, fuck her love, and fuck her! I relaxed into my big comfy swivel chair as Marcus continued to slobber on my dick. My balls and the seat of my trousers were wet but I didn't care, having a spare in my office closet. I grabbed his head and made him suck harder.
"SLURP! SLUP! GLURP! GLUK-GLUK-GLUK!"
"That's it, bitch! Make that dick sloppy-wet. It's going in your ass next," I growled, but damn, the kid knew how to suck a dick. I craned my head back, moaning and savoring just how good he was working my pole. I felt my cum stirring in my balls as the sucking intensified and even more spit dribbled down my balls; soaking my pubes and Marcus' beard. Oh yeah, the tight and toned fag also sported a beard. Nothing quite like getting sucked off by a guy with a beard.
With my dick soaking wet, I pushed him off and had him strip from the waist down. That ass looked amazing: firm and round, perfectly toned and smooth dark-chocolate, like the rest of him. I pushed him forward over my desk and knelt, caressing those sexy cakes. I inhaled; the mild musk of sweat and ass filling my lungs. My dick lurched, and I went in, spreading them cakes and licking his ass from taint to tailbone.
He moaned like a bitch when I pushed my tongue in deep. I sucked, kissed, licked, spit and twirled my tongue on his cunt. I ate the entirety of his ass, my face wet with my own spit. His musty aroma filled my nostrils as I stood and kissed my dickhead to his cunt. I drooled spit on our meeting and pushed in. His hungry cunt opened up and I sank halfway in one stroke. We both moaned, and I paused, savoring that hungry pussy flexing on my dick. I grabbed his waist and pushed all the way in. Marcus moaned; his deep base reverberating in my chest. Perfect! I loved fucking a masculine bitch.
Nestled in his cunt, his anal walls massaged my shaft. Hot, wet and silky-soft; I almost came right then and there but I held back until my dick calmed down. Slowly, I pulled back then pushed in. Marcus grunted, and grunted again as I repeated the action. Gently, I sawed through his belly; not that I needed to be gentle on him. Rather, I was going slow so I wouldn't cum too quick. Still, Marcus' tight ass was working me over. Every time I buried my dick, his walls clenched tight. When I pulled back, they massaged my length. I gripped his waist tighter and fucked him harder, tapping my pelvis to his ass. Marcus arched his back, mewling and begging for more. I stabbed into him, hammering his guts. Fuck lasting longer! I hadn't busted a nut in damn near a week!
"SHIT! AUGH FUCK! FUCK! RRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH! ARGH FUCK!" I bellowed, stabbing balls-deep as I blasted cum up his ass. I shuddered, keeping my dick lodged to the root. Marcus quivered, whimpering his pleasure; telling me how much he loved feeling my cum in him. Yeah, I bred that bitch good! Slowly, I pulled out; my dick glistening wet. With a wet squelching fart, a thick glob of my nut drooled from his pouted cunt. I smacked his ass and raked my teeth over the smooth buns. Marcus chuckled, performing a little twerk dance for me. Yeah, Marcus was my new side-piece, and I was going to get my dick's worth of that juicy ass.
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Chapter Two
While I enjoyed pounding Marcus to oblivion, he was a total bottom and—no longer concerned with appeasing Denise in any shape, form or fashion—I felt that old urge to get my ass fucked. However, I had not taken dick in ages so I needed to prepare myself. I bought two dildos; cash, no paper trail. Just because I didn't care about her anymore didn't mean the bitch wouldn't use my sexuality against me if we ever decided to divorce.
I had purchased the modest, seven-inch 'realistic African-American dick' dildo to get my hole readjusted to taking cock. The other was the nine-inch 'realistic Nigerian fuck-pole'; a long thick plastic dick that I knew would stretch my ass wide open. I kept them in a my secret-not-so-secret box at the back of the closet. It was full of memorabilia and other old stuff from my college days; a box I knew Denise would never even think of looking through. I practiced with my A-A dick every day for a week, gradually getting used to it, and learning to feel pleasure up my ass once again. Then, I started using the Nigerian fuck-pole and, like I thought, it opened my ass up! Even though I was in control, that plastic schlong had me moaning like a bitch as it pleasured my hole.
With two weeks worth of practice in, I was ready to find myself a nice hard dick to take control of me. I knew the kind of man I wanted. I wanted a masculine black man with a big dick who knew how to dominate a man's asshole; make him moan like a bitch and beg for more. That was the only type of man I had ever allowed to fuck me. In fact, the first time I had ever been fucked back in high school, that was the exact type of guy who had popped my cherry: a total jock who was the football team's quarterback. I had never forgotten the way he had used me, and I craved it.
I downloaded the latest gay hookup app. After creating a profile with some nice body, dick and ass pics, I scrolled through profiles. Some were hot, others not so much. Some had what I was looking for—like a very tall and beefy nineteen year old with a thick dick—but were way too young and couldn't host. I sighed. It was the perfect night for me too. Denise was not at home; no doubt back to her cheating shenanigans despite us being three sessions deep in marriage counseling.
Just as I was about to call it a night and turn in, a literally flood of messages hit my inbox. Thankfully, I didn't have to sift through them. I had stated clearly what I wanted in my profile and the first message delivered. He was six-foot-seven and thickly-muscled with jet-black skin and a massive ten-point-five inches sticking out between his legs in the profile picture. At thirty-five, he was younger than me by ten years but he had such a command, even just the way he texted; assuring me that if I came to his house he would use me till I begged for mercy. That sealed the deal. He sent his address and I was on my way, dressed simply in a pair of sneakers, a tank top, and sweatpants with nothing underneath.
He lived in a very nice neighborhood, so I knew he must have had a high-paying job. I had not asked for his face pic but then, he hadn't asked for mine either. When he opened the door, shirtless; displaying every inch of his sculpted ebony form, I realized he was none other than Robbie Mitchell, the local news station weather man. I had always thought he was attractive, with his deep base voice and his well-fitted suits. He smiled as he invited me in. The moment he closed the door, the torture began as he grabbed my ass, sinking his fingers up in between my crack and kneading the hole.
"Mmm, nice fat ass," he growled. He grabbed my hand and placed in on his raging erection. I swallowed, excited by what was to come as I groped that massively thick, long, hard dick. He pushed me up against the nearest wall, grinding against my ass. "Fuck! You smell nice too. Gonna enjoy tearing your hole up!"
"Oh fuck!" I groaned, as he slid his hands up under my shirt, cupped my pecs and thumbed my swollen nipples.
"Mm hmm! These are nice too. Lemme suck them titties, bitch!" he growled, forcefully spinning me to face him. He grabbed the front of my tank top and pulled, ripping it in half down to the hemline. I couldn't even protest as he latched onto my tits and suckled them hard. Not that I wanted to. My dick was raging and he definitely noticed.
"Fuck yeah, boy! Nice big bottom-bitch dick!" he chuckled, kneeling and yanking my sweats right down to my ankles. He gripped my dick tight, making me squirm. He licked on the head and I cried out as precum drooled freely. "Fuck yeah! Gimme all that juice!"
He sealed his lips on my dick and I was in heaven. He held me in place, his big hands on my hips as he slurped on my pole. He nestled his lips all the way down to the base without choking; his chin against my balls. I writhed as best as my body was allowed. My dick lurched in his throat but he just kept on sucking; slobbering on my shaft from tip to base and back, over and over and over again as thick warm spit dribbled down my balls. He reached up and thumbed my tits, and I would have burst but for the fact that he pulled away at that exact moment. My dick jerked wildly in mid-air; splattering precum over Robbie's face.
"Fuck yeah, bitch!" he chuckled then sucked on my balls. I spread my legs and howled. He sucked them hard, rolled them in his mouth, bit them lightly. The mix of pleasure and pain was exquisite. By the time he was done, I was trembling. He licked his way up my body, running his tongue over every curve, dip and ridge of my abs, tits and neck until he reached my lips. He sank his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned. He slammed my wrist up against the wall above my head. He grinned, staring into my eyes and I knew I was fucked! He spun me back around and groped my ass. He freed his massive dick and kissed the slimy head to my chute.
"Oh, baby! I'm gonna enjoy this ass!" he rumbled. I whimpered, feeling the pressure against my cunt. His dick throbbed and I pushed back a little, letting him know how much I wanted it. He chuckled and dropped to his knees. He smacked my buns, hard. I yelped, jumping a bit and he smacked me again. I beat my fists against the wall. Even with all the fucked up shit I had done as a kid, my father had never spanked me that damned hard. It was a real man spanking; a man enjoying the pain he was causing another man, and my dick got even harder.
He spread my cheeks and licked on my chute. I moaned. He gripped them harder, swirling his tongue on my cunt; my taint; the inner sides of my ass-cheeks. He moaned, pressing his hot wet tongue into my moist winking tunnel. I groaned then whimpered as he sucked hard on my anal lips. He grabbed my balls and gave them a squeeze. I went up on my toes and his grip tightened.
"Arrrrrrggggggghhh!"
"Mmm hmmm!" he moaned, releasing the pressure on my balls as he focused on eating ass. I panted, my forehead glazed in sweat and my balls aching. My dick was still rock-hard, however, and he grabbed it around the base, tightly. I grunted as he gave it a hard prolonged squeeze; the pressure causing me to cry out. He released it and I sighed relief. It did not last long, as he jabbed his tongue up my cunt and pleasure shot through my rectum like a bullet.
"ARGH SHIT!"
"MMMMM HMMMMM!" he moaned again, slobbering even more intensely. He smacked my buns and jiggled them. He was making me his bitch and I embraced it as my knees felt weak and I sank just a little toward the floor. He smacked my ass again with increased force, and I was back up on my tippy-toes from the pain.
"Stay on them toes, bitch!" he growled, standing and kissing that bulbous head to my hole once more. This time he pushed in, hard.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRGRGGGGHHHHH—" he silenced my scream with a big hand over my mouth. He held his weight against me on the wall as he forced the rest of his big dick in; only spit for lube. I screeched as tears trickled from my eyes. The pain was incredible, just how I remembered. Despite the sharp ache filling my ass, I pushed back on it; feeling his pubes and balls up against my buns. He was buried completely! Ten and a half inches deep. My whole body quaked at the realization and then the shock of his dick lurching inside me.
"C'mon, bitch! You can take this shit!" he hissed in my ear. He pulled back slowly, giving me some relief, only to slam right back up my guts. I screamed into his hand again; my own hard dick spilling precum against the wall. He wrapped his free hand around my torso and fucked me. He pushed and pulled through me, nice and slow; more for his own enjoyment than my own, I knew. Still, the pain of that extra long, extra thick dick up my ass aroused me. I whimpered, my nipples hard and sensitive to the cool air in the room and the light brush of my ripped tank-top fabric against them as the cloth swayed with the motion of Robbie pushing up inside me.
"Agh fuck, bitch! Oh fuck yeah! Sweet, hot, tight ass! Flex that pussy on my dick!"
I did as told and Robbie crooned with delight. He rammed balls-deep inside me and stayed there for a moment, as my asshole quivered of its own accord and I was on my toes again. Then, Robbie slid his arms under my pits, locking his hands to the back of my head as he started to fuck me harder and faster. At first a light tapping that made me whine a long stream of profanities, that eventually became straight-up ass-clapping as he lanced his dick inside me again and again and again.
"AAAAAAUUGGGHHH! RRRRRGGHHHH! AAU-UUUUGHHH!"
"Yes, bitch! Scream for me! Ain't nobody gonna hear you in this house!" he grunted, slamming his hips to my butt with ever-increasing force. It was like being fucked by a machine; a hard-pounding machine whose grip I could not escape. With my face pressed against the wall, all I could do was scream as thrust after thrust landed his shaft hard up inside me; hitting against my walls and beating a wide path through my freshly re-devirginized asshole.
"Urgh-urghk-urhk! ARHK! ARGH! FUCK! FUCK! RRRRHHGGH!"
"Yes, bitch! Yelp for me! Yip like the fucking dog you are!" he grunted, hammering his dick home at a quickened pace. That shaft swelled and stiffened even harder inside me but, distracted by the searing pain through my chute, I did not realize until he bellowed.
"AAAAAAUUURRRGGHHH! FUCK FUCK FUCK! UUUURRRRRGGHHHH! OH FUCK! MMMM!"
I cried out, my eyes wide as he blasted hot cum up inside me. I shuddered and my legs felt weak as his dick jerked hard inside me. I whimpered, savoring the long overdue sensation of being bred balls-deep. My own hard cock squirted a few dribbles of white cum but it was not an orgasm. Merely my over-excitement at being bred by a brutal beast of a man. Robbie popped his dick free and let me slump to the floor; a sweaty panting mess. However, my ordeal was far from over, as Robbie helped me to my feet and led me into his bedroom.
That night, I suffered every torture a man could inflict without tools. Robbie's nails dug into my back as he hammered me from above while pinning me spread-eagle on the bed. Then in spoon position, he held me in a tight headlock such that I could barely breathe as he rammed his dick home up my bowels. He pinched my nipples, and squeezed my cock and balls so tight I almost thought I would lose them. Throughout it all, I stayed rock-hard; my dick drooling precum like a leaky faucet. Robbie bred me three times that night before finally jerking my dick to completion as I sprayed creamy nut all over his bed.
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Chapter Three
Back at the office we had some down time, and so Marcus ended up on my dick; slobbering all over it and making me feel good. Between closed-eye moans, I noticed Marcus jerking his dick. I had always known Marcus had a big dick. After all, it had been snaking down his thigh that first day we talked in my office, yet somehow I never really paid it much attention. Perhaps it was the fact that I'd had my ass railed by Robbie's massive schlong just a few days prior, and my hole as still aching. Either way, I kept my eyes on Marcus' dick, even as he swallowed me balls-deep.
"Shit! Fuck, that's good!" I moaned. "Stand up."
"Sir?" Marcus asked, jolted from his mission of taking my nut to the throat.
"Stand the fuck up!"
He complied and I gripped his shaft. It was nice piece of meat, maybe nine inches and quite thick with a slight curve to the side; not enough to be cruel but you would definitely feel it. The dick throbbed in my hand as I squeezed a pearl of precum from the base. Marcus moaned sweetly, and I could not resist sinking my lips over the bulbous head.
"Agh shit! Damn!" he huffed.
"Mmm hmmm!" I moaned, the flavor of his dick saturating my taste buds. That dick filled my mouth and I sucked him that much harder, getting him nice and wet. He gripped my head and pushed into my mouth. I gagged as he tapped my throat but then he kept going. I knew he would not relent until he had his prick down my throat, so I gave in; opening up and taking him to the root in one smooth swallow.
"ARGH! Fuck!"
"Mmmmph!"
That dick was in my gullet. It filled my throat, and my own dick lurched. It had been a while since I sucked dick but I remembered all the techniques as I started working his pole over. I throated him from tip to base, nestling my nose in his pubes and making him grunt gleefully every time. His grip on my head tightened as I sucked him faster. Then, I paused. Marcus did not miss a beat as he started fucking into my gullet. I choked and gurgled but I loved it, and my dick throbbed harder every time he plunged into my neck, his balls pressed up to my spit-soaked chin. The front of my shirt was soaked with saliva by the time he yanked free; his dick jerking wildly in mid-air as strings of spit trailed from my lips.
"Fuck yeah, Sir!" he moaned, wiping that dick over my face. I plunged my throat back down on it and he reached for my ass. I moaned as he groped my buns then slid his hand under my waistband, aided by the fact that I had my trousers open. He found my sensitive hole. I winced as he rubbed on my sore, puffy lips.
"Ooh! Someone been up in this ass, huh, boss? Some big-dick nigga tore your hole up?"
"Mm hmm!"
"That's what I'm talking 'bout!" he chuckled, wetting his finger in his mouth and pushing it into my aching hole. I winced but leaned forward, allowing him access. What the fuck was I doing? Marcus was a total bottom, wasn't he? Two fingers pushed into my hole and I groaned with his dick down my throat. I choked on it as he pushed in deep.
"Fuck yeah, boss! You want my big dick in your ass?"
"Mm hmm!" I whimpered, unable to resist. Robbie had awoken something in me that rarely came out. I was usually a top, but being dominated and fucked to oblivion for the first time in years had made me rethink my sexual priorities. I clenched my ass on his fingers, hungry for something more.
Marcus pulled out and we stripped naked, right there, in my office, in the middle of the work day. Neither of us cared, or at least I knew I didn't. Marcus caressed my beefy muscle body and I caressed his sculpted athletic form. Our lips met as he pinched my sore nipples and I yelped.
"Mmph," he chuckled, "old dude made these titties sore too, huh?"
"You have no idea," I smiled.
"Must have been a real rough fuck. You like that kinda shit?"
"Love it!"
"Let's see how I compare. Show me that ass!"
I bent over my desk, one leg up in the guest chair, exposing my sore puffy chute. Marcus knelt and dug his face in. I mewled. His hot wet tongue soothed my aching hole. His warm spit washed over my cunt and I shuddered with delight. He smacked his palms down on my ass-cheeks and I growled. They were still a bit sore too. Robbie had really fucked me over. Then, Marcus shoved his tongue in, tasting my goodness and I howled with pleasure.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mph!" he moaned, slobbering on my cunt. He shoved his tongue in good and deep; twisting and swirling it around. He sucked on my sore lips and I cried out in both pain and pleasure. As he continued the sweet ass-eating, he grabbed my cock round the base, and I grunted with delight. He roughly jerked my meat and ran his hands over my dangling balls.
"This ass is ready," Marcus growled, standing and kissing his bulb to my cunt. I arched my back, lowering my six-five self so his six-one could easily penetrate me. He did; slid right up in me. I yowled, my sore ass burning as every inch of Marcus' curved dick was up in me. I was right. That curve was not extreme but I definitely felt it. Marcus pulled back then rammed in hard.
"ARGHK!"
"Fuck yeah! Bark like a bitch!" he chuckled, gripping my waist tight and slamming his dick home a few more times before burying himself deep. He churned his embedded shaft round inside me. I whimpered and yelped, struggling to take it as my tender tunnel balked at the notion of anything inside it. Still, I wanted it; I wanted to feel that sweet pain of a hard dick digging my guts, and Marcus was well on his way as he started fucking me in earnest.
"Argh! Agh! Ahk! Fuck!"
Marcus clapped my butt at a steady pace; driving his entire dick home with every stroke. I arched my back deeper, partly because I wanted him deeper; mostly due to the pain. My poor tender hole quivered and I fought the urge to run from the dick as Marcus picked up the pace.
Whap whap whap whap whap whap!
"Oh shit!" I whimpered.
"Uh huh! Take this dick! You thought I only bottomed, huh? Didn't know I could put it down like this?"
"Uh-uh!" I moaned, biting my bottom lip as he gripped my waist tighter and fucked me harder.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!
"Fuck yeah! Sweet sloppy ass! I know you're hurting from the work old dude put in on you, huh? Burns like a bitch, don't it?"
"Uuuurgh! Yeah! Oh fuck yes!" I cried, my body trembling as pain and pleasure hammered my guts in equal portion.
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Gonna nut! Gonna nut up this sweet wet ass, boss man!"
"Yeah! Fucking breed me, Marcus! Cum in my ass!" I barked. The moment I said it, Marcus came.
"AAAAARRRRRRGGGHH! OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, MAN! FUUUUUUCK!"
That would draw some attention, not that I cared. Marcus' dick was filling my ass, pulsing so hard inside me that I thought my rectum would burst. He stayed balls-deep, churning that thick curved dick round and round, coating every inch my guts with cum. He slumped forward over me, panting. He caressed my body then focused on thumbing my sore swollen tits. I clenched my ass on his shaft, and he moaned sweetly.
"Thanks for the nut, boss. Want me to return the favor?"
"Maybe later," I sighed. Sure, I would fuck him later but I wanted to savor my moment of being a true bottom; having a man's dick buried up my bowels after he had cum deep inside me.
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Chapter Four
That very evening, after Marcus had fucked the dog-shit out of me in my office, I invited him over to spend the night. Denise had called to tell me not to wait up; that she would be out with the girls. Not-so-secret code for she was getting her pussy busted open by the young buck after he had taken her back. I had evidence that she was spending MY money on buying him gifts, including a car. Did she think using her card would hide that transaction from me? In addition, my very well-paid private eye kept me informed of every move she made, and I knew she would not be home until late morning the next day.
In the shower, I made love to Marcus; holding him from behind and grinding my raging hard dick up between his ass-cheeks. I loved the way he moaned; the way he pushed his ass back on my dick and balls. He went chest-first to the wall, poking his round muscular booty toward me. Under the cascade of warm water, I knelt and buried my face between his buns. He crooned so damned sweet, my dick lurched. I spread those buns and ate that tasty bootyhole; slobbering and sucking on his wrinkled chute; kissing on it and licking the entire length of his crack. I grabbed his dick from beneath, stroking it. I slid my tongue to his taint then licked his balls. I sucked on both dangling orbs and Marcus trembled.
"Oh shit, boss! Damn, that's good!"
"Only call me Sir or Boss at work. You're in my house now! Use my name," I insisted, then returned to balls-sucking.
"Oh fuck, Hamilton! Yes! Get that dick in your mouth too!"
I turned him around and looked up at him as I gobbled his bulbous dickhead. He grinned down on me while water dripped onto my face. I sucked up and down that big dick; moaning as I sank further and further along the shaft until it slid into my throat.
"GLUUURRK!"
"Hmm Hmm! Yeah! Suck that fucking dick, Hamilton," Marcus sighed, cupping the back of my head and keeping my nose pinned to his crotch. I moaned louder, and he trembled again. "Shit!"
"Mm hmm!" I moaned, as he loosened his grip and I started swiveling my head on that dick; shoving my face up to his balls and gouging my own throat on his shaft. I gagged and choked, but I loved every moment of it as warm spit and water dribbled down my chin. I grabbed his buttocks as I clambered onto my knees and throated him all the harder.
"OH SHIT! FUCK, MAN! Oh shit! Suck that fucking dick! Goddamn!" he gasped.
I retreated completely off his dick, and grinned up at him. He chuckled, leaned down and kissed me. We swapped spit for a while then he helped me to my feet and had me turn to face the wall. He did the same to me that I had to him: eating my booty so well that I was begging him to fuck me, then sucking my dick to the root; getting it sloppy wet in his gullet.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, Marcus! Oh shit, you're sucking my dick so. . .goddamn that's fucking good!" I crooned as he worked my big dick over from base to tip and back down again, slobbering and slurping. My dick lurched hard and he choked.
"Fuck," he coughed, leaning back on his haunches. "That dick's about to choke me!"
"It'll do that," I grinned, pulling him to his feet. I pinned him back against the wall and kissed him; sliding my tongue into his mouth. He welcomed me and moaned as our tongues wrestled. My dick throbbed against his; both of us hard as steel. I sucked on his neck. I slid down his broad chest to his stiff nipples and suckled on them.
"Ah fuuuuck!" he hissed, arching his back. I hugged his mid-section and kissed down to his belly-button. He gripped my head as I once again went down on his dick, taking him to the root. "Goddamn!"
"Mmm hmmm!"
After sucking him for a few minutes more, I turned off the shower and we dried each other. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom; the bed which I had once shared happily with my wife. I was more than happy to share it with Marcus that night. On my back, I arched my spine as he licked and suckled my nipples. He nibbled them gently, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He licked down to my belly-button, gently biting the skin. He ran his tongue around the base of my raging hard dick. It lurched and oozed precum but he ignored it as he continued to my balls then pushed my legs up to my chest. I grabbed them and howled as his wonderfully wet tongue massaged my ass. He wormed that wet organ into my hole, sealed his lips on my wrinkled chute and sucked.
"Ooh shit! Fuck, Marcus! Oh fuck!" I growled.
"Mmm! Sweet tasty ass! Gonna eat your pussy out then fuck the dog-shit outta you again! You want that, huh?"
"Fuck yes!" I whimpered as he resumed slobbering on my hole. He continued eating me out for what felt like an hour but was probably only ten minutes but by the time he was done, my asshole was winking hard and ready to take his dick. He wasted no time aligning himself to my hole. He squirted some lube on our union then pushed in.
"Argh fuck!"
"There you go, Hamilton! Open that pussy up for me," he growled. I did as he ordered and his dick slipped right in.
"Argh! Fuck!"
"Yeah, that's it! God, your ass is so fucking hot! Shit! Not gonna last long in this hot tight hole!"
"Give it to me," I challenged. "Fuck me like you own my ass!" He grinned and started to fuck me hard! I growled as he rammed his dick up in me, again and again. It hit up inside my guts like a hammer. I whimpered as he picked up the pace; his eyes closed and head craned back. He was right. He wasn't going to last long but he was going to make sure he did some damage before he came. I grunted with every thrust; his pelvis clapping my taint like there was no tomorrow; my asshole on fire as he drilled my depths.
"Oh shit! Argh, argh. . .shit. . .fuck, fuck, fuck! Damn! Fuck"! I squeaked, my asshole hurting more with every stroke. Marcus grit his teeth, and his strokes went ragged and untamed.
"Oh fuck, Hamilton! Oh fuck, I'm gonna nut! Oh fuck! AAAARRRRGRGGHHHH FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUCK! AAAAARRRNNNGGGGNNHHHH!"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh God yes! Breed my cunt!" I whimpered as Marcus buried his dick to the balls and I felt him pumping me full of nut. My legs shivered uncontrollably as he slumped forward over me, panting hard.
"Shit! Fuck man! Damn, this ass. . ." he panted. I hugged him close until he slowly pushed up and pulled out of me. I sighed, feeling my asshole gape and wink. Marcus smirked and worked two fingers in my hole. "Damn, I gotta fuck you at work more often. Seeing your hole do this in your office would make my day!"
"I bet, you fucking perv," I joked, "but I think it's my turn now."
"Yeah. Don't take it easy on me. Take your revenge on my ass. Pound my—" I cut him off, clamping a hand to his mouth as I flipped him onto his stomach. I didn't even eat him out as I slathered my dick in lube, squirted some on his hole then pushed inside.
"MMMMMMRRRRRRMMMPH!" he screamed into my palm but I ignored him, forcing my big throbbing shaft all the way up inside him. I released my grip on his mouth and he howled, his back arched, before flopping down flat.
"Like that, bitch?" I teased.
"Fuck you, nigga!" he grunted, with a smirk. I smacked his cheek then got to fucking him, hard.
"Urgh! Urhk! Urgh! Uggh!"
"Yeah, boy. Take it," I chuckled, bouncing my pelvis off his round ass every time I slammed in deep. His asshole was hot and wet. It clenched tight each time I buried my dick, and that only made me harder. I lay flat on top of him; resting my weight over him and churned my big dick inside his ass.
"Argh! Fuck! Fuck you!" he grunted.
"You're the one getting fucked here," I chuckled, then rammed balls-deep.
"AGHK! Fuck!"
"You wanted this, remember! Want me to stop?"
"Hell no!" he half-panted, half-laughed.
"Thought not," I replied with a grin and got into pushup position. When I started hammering his guts, he yelped with every thrust. He gripped the sheets tight, biting into them to muffle his whimpering as I clapped his booty like an over-zealous virgin. Again and again, I slapped my pelvis to his ass; the ring of flesh-on-flesh echoing off the walls as I edged ever closer to orgasm. My dick stiffened tight, and I growled as cum rushed up from my balls.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! OH FUCK! OH FUCK, OH FUCK! RRRRRGGHHHHH! FUUUUUCK! RRRRHHHHNNNNGGHHHH! FUUUUUUUCK!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Cum in my fucking ass"! Marcus whimpered, gyrating his round booty on my dick as I pumped him full of nut. I pushed in balls-deep and slumped forward on top of him. I panted hard, unable to move even after my dick had finished pumping cum.
"Fuck, that was nice," I huffed.
"Hell yeah," Marcus wheezed. "Now, you wanna get off me? You're no light-weight!" I rolled off of him; both of us gasping as my dick popped free. He rested his head on my chest and I held him close; snuggling as we started to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to the gentle sensation of my dick being sucked. I opened my eyes and smiled, seeing Marcus lying between my legs; his lips stretched around my morning wood.
"Good morning," I chimed.
"Grm Mmrnnph!" he replied, keeping his mouth stuffed with my dick. Then he swallowed me and I moaned.
"Shit! What a wake up call. Gonna have to bring you along to the convention in LA next month. Wanna go?"
"Mmm hmmm!" he smiled, not taking a break from his work. He gobbled me to the root again and I crooned. When I opened my eyes, I happened to look over at the clock, and my blood froze.
"Shit!" It was already half past ten! Sure it was Saturday, but how the fuck had we slept for so long? Just as I was about to get Marcus to stop, we were both rocked by a scream out of this world. Marcus jumped out of the bed and I sat straight up as Denise stood in the doorway; her fingers up in her hair and her eyes wide as saucers.
"Hamilton! W-w-w-what the f—what is-how. . .Hamilton. . .sh—he—whaaaat!" she babbled.
Marcus looked at me, pure fear on his face but I merely smirked.
"Relax. I got this," I assured him. While Denise stood there, blabbering incoherently, I got out of bed, crossed to the armoire and opened the bottom drawer on my side. I dug under my clothes there and drew out a large manila envelope. I handed it to her.
"W-What the fuck is this?!" she snarled.
"Open it," I said, standing before her, fully naked with my arms folded. She took out the photos first, and, for a black woman, she turned white as a sheet. She looked at me, then at Marcus, then back at me.
"Y-You think you'll get away with this? I'll take half of your shit!"
"You think so?" I asked, wrenching the envelope from her hands. "I've known for months and I have tons of evidence. Here's the deal, you sign this now," I said, handing her divorce papers, "and I'll let you take everything you have receipts for plus all the money in your account, the joint account and the vacation house in Florida. I won't need it but you will. Taxes are lower there, and without me, your ass won't have much of an income, will you?"
"And if I don't?"
"You've been over at that young buck's house so often that you've practically lived there the last few months. This house is in my name so I can kick you out any time. Fighting this in court won't be cheap, and doing so while living in the ghetto won't be pleasant. But, it is your choice. Choose wisely. My offer is very generous, and certainly better than what that young buck, whatshisname? Jermaine? Better than anything he could offer."
All the fight and defiance went out of her in that moment and she signed the document, agreeing to my terms.
"Alright, you can leave now," I said, tucking the envelope back inside the drawer.
"B-But you said I could stay here!"
"Of course, but you can come back home later, AFTER I'm done with my new friend here. And don't try spending any more of MY money. Your cards have been locked."
Denise looked absolutely broken and I could not resist the grin spreading across my face. Once she was gone, I locked the front door and returned to the bedroom. Marcus smirked at me and shook his head.
"What?" I asked.
"That was cold as fuck but I liked it."
"You're not turned off by all my drama."
"Not at all. Clearly she made her bed. She has to lay in it now."
"True."
"So. . .Hamilton Tyrone Walker," he smiled, pulling his knees to his chest, exposing that pretty chocolate hole, "get over here and fuck me."
* * * * *
Chapter Five
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooh fuck! UUUUUURRRRGGGHHH!" I roared, stabbing deep and unleashing my load inside Marcus. I rested fully on top of him, grinding my big hard dick round inside until I'd finished. "Fuck, that was amazing!"
"Hell yeah! You fucked me real hard tonight," he chuckled.
"It's been three days since we last fucked. I've been backed up."
"Seems so! I can feel all your cum seeping deeper inside me."
"That's perfect," I sighed then slowly rolled onto my back, pulling out of him.
It had been several weeks since I had served Denise divorce papers. She had taken all her belongings and moved in with a female friend. Of course, I changed ALL the locks; even the ones for the interior doors, and made sure to give Marcus a copy of the front door key. We had to keep it quiet that we had started living together but it was amazing. I got to spend every day and night with a young man who I was growing closer to with each passing moment. Not that I was falling in love, per se. I had learned that lesson from dealing with Denise. However, I was comfortable with him as my live-in fuck-buddy, and Marcus was just as accepting of that situation and title.
"So, I've been thinking," he started, "about that dude who fucked you so hard that first time I fucked you in your office."
"What about him?" I asked, my asshole twitching as the memories of Robbie Mitchell using my hole flooded my mind.
"Well, you said we could fuck other people if we wanted but I was thinking I would love to have a threesome. Not with him though. As much as I enjoy a bit of rough sex, I don't think I can handle that kind of damage."
"Yeah? You afraid to get torn up?" I laughed.
"Very much so. If we're gonna include someone else, I'd prefer someone versatile, like us."
"That would be hot! Every hole filled and every cock satisfied."
"Exactly! It's been a while since I had a hot group session like that."
"Oh? When was the last time?" I asked.
"College. I was a senior at the time and I invited three cute guys to my room: a freshman and two sophomores. We were all vers, and exchanged loads and blowjobs most of the night. Like you said, every hole filled and every dick satisfied."
"Fuck, that's hot as hell!" I growled, stroking my hardening dick. "When do you want it?
"Well, we are still prepping for the conference in LA next weekend so I don't want to be distracted from that but since the conference is only day-time sessions, I'm sure we can invite a cute guy to our hotel room while we're there. I've never been to California, and I heard Los Angeles guys are fucking hot!"
"You know, Marcus, I love how your mind works."
"How so?" he quizzed.
"You're such a hot fucking pervert yet you know how to keep yourself fully organized with your eye on the prize."
"Thanks," he chuckled. "It comes natural to me."
"I bet," I grinned then kissed him. He moaned into my mouth, opening up as our tongues touched.
We arrived in LA the night before the conference. The hotel was great, very fancy, with the conference being held in the huge connected conference center toward the back of the property. Marcus and I fucked like stallions that first night. I was pretty sure the folks in the room next door heard us, not that I cared at the time. Marcus' hot tight ass was riding my cock just right. He drew the cum from my balls and I erupted hard up inside him. Then we flipped. Marcus had me face-down and ass-up, slamming that fat cock of his up my hot hungry ass. He crouched over me in squat position, digging my guts. When he finally came, he flooded me just how we both liked it.
"That was really informative," Marcus grinned as we made our way down to dinner after the first day of the conference. He was right. We'd both learned a lot about new tools in our industry, and Marcus had even helped me network with some of the younger brains there. He really was proving himself an asset, in every way.
After the evening session, we had showered and changed and decided to try dinner at the hotel's fancy restaurant. It really was fancy indeed with richly painted walls that resembled tapestry. We decided to eat lightly; which was easy: the fancier the meal sounded, the less there was on the plate. Still, the flavors were amazing and we were both surprised by how little it took to sate our hunger without having our stomachs stuffed. It was a good thing too, since we were obviously going to fuck afterward, and who wanted to fuck on a full stomach?
"This was an amazing dinner," I chuckled, as we had spent over an hour chatting after our meal, giving ourselves time to digest.
"Yes, it was great. It's nice to spend some time with you like this, Hamilton."
"I feel the same. I really enjoy having you in my life, Marcus."
"That's sweet but remember what you said. Don't go falling in love with me now."
"Ha! Not yet. I enjoy what we have right now. I think it's working and it's comfortable for me. Is it good for you, and please be honest with me."
"I always am. I'm perfectly comfortable with our arrangement. I'm young and exploring; you just dumped your cheating wife and are recovering your mojo. We're good just like this."
I smiled. It was great to be with someone who understood and was willing to take things at my pace without nagging for more. I looked around the room. The crowd had thinned out quite a lot. I checked my watch and saw it was after ten.
"We should probably head upstairs. It's getting late and I want to be able to take in all the info tomorrow."
"Sure, but. . ." Marcus purred.
"But what?"
"We've got an admirer. Want to do the threesome tonight?" I looked around. At the bar there was a handsome older man looking our way. He smiled and raised his glass. I nodded.
"You interested?" I asked.
"Sure! Clearly I like older men."
"Watch it," I joked. "I'm not that old yet."
We walked over to the bar and introduced ourselves. Spencer truly was a handsome older man. He was fifty-three but still in great shape with his beefy-muscular five-foot-eleven body; rich ebony complexion; hair that was more salt than pepper and a sharply trimmed goatee. He ordered us two stiff drinks, on him.
"You handsome gents here for the conference as well?" he asked with a smirk, and I felt my cock stir.
"Yes. It's been great. How'd you find it?" I asked.
"The day session was good but I'm looking forward to an even better night. You're both gorgeous men, and I'd enjoy spending the night with you, if you fellows are interested."
"We very much are interested," Marcus smiled.
"I concur," I agreed.
"Excellent! My room or yours?"
The moment we got back to the room, clothes were shed. We were all three naked on the bed. Spencer moaned as I kissed the back of his neck and thumbed his prominent swollen tits. He arched his back and leaned into my chest. He felt good. He smelled good. He turned his head and his kisses were sweet and soft. He whimpered into my mouth as Marcus attacked his nipples, and his entire body quaked. His breath quickened as Marcus kissed down his chest and shallow abs to his swollen eight-inch cock.
"Feel good, don't it?" I whispered, as I watched Marcus engulf the bulbous purple head.
"Yes! Fuck!" Spencer gasped. I grinded my dick up between his round muscled ass-cheeks; leaking precum along his hairless crack. He felt so damned good! I thumbed his nipples again. He groaned and I saw that Marcus had swallowed him to the root. "Fuck his throat!" I hissed.
Spencer obeyed, sawing through my fuck-buddy's greedy gullet. Marcus gurgled happily every time Spencer lanced in to the root; nestling his trimmed bush to his nose. I moaned as Spencer's round ass massaged the underbelly of my shaft, and I leaked even more precum. I suckled on his neck some more then kissed down his broad muscular back. I licked on his ass-cheeks then spread the buns. His moist pucker was beautiful but I hardly had time to admire it as I shoved my face in and sucked on it.
"Aurgh! Fuck!" Spencer growled. Again, his body quaked. He was trapped between two pleasures: my tongue spearing his moist delicious ass while Marcus gobbled his cock. We slobbered and sucked and licked on his body. We laid him out on his back and sucked his balls.
"Shit!" he gasped, writhing. Between sucking his balls and cock, Marcus and I shared sweet sloppy kisses. Our lips met at his cockhead and we moaned as our tongues wrestled on top of it. "Fuck, that's hot!"
"Mmm hmm!" I moaned, breaking the kiss with Marcus and tasting his cock. I sank all the way down, letting him into my throat. That thick dick clogged my gullet and I choked on it, dribbling spit into his pubes. I buried my nose in his bush and his cock jerked.
"Fuck! Goddamn!" Spencer grunted, gripping the back of my head and fucking my throat.
"Lemme get this ass ready for you, Spencer," Marcus chimed, lying flat behind me and nestling his face between my buns. He was getting my ass nice and wet. His tongue twirled, twisted and speared my chute. I moaned, my body shuddering. Marcus fingered lube up my ass then kissed his cock to my hole. He sighed, pushing just the head in. I pushed back and more of his shaft lodged up my gut.
"Fuck, man!" he panted. Slowly, he began sawing in and out, barely allowing me half his big wonderful cock. He popped free, and he and Spencer switched places. He raised my face and kissed me. "I'm gonna enjoy watching you get fucked," then forced me down on his cock.
"Beautiful fucking hole!" Spencer moaned, rubbing on my pucker. He kissed my ass-cheeks, raking his teeth over my globes. He kissed and sucked on them before licking on my slick chute. I heard the familiar squirt of lube and the squelching as he lathered his cock in the slippery gel. His knob kissed my hole and I grunted as he pushed inside.
"Fuck! What a hole! So fucking hot and wet! Fucking tight too!" he grunted, as he slid inch-by-inch into my guts. I moaned on Marcus' cock, retreating to the head and locking eyes with him.
"Yeah, baby! You're taking all that thick dick," Marcus hissed. "Damn," he said, leaning over my head and pulling my buns apart. "Fucking thick-ass dick stretching your tight hole."
"Hell yeah!" Spencer agreed then growled as he lodged himself balls-deep.
"Oh fuck!" I huffed. "Fuck! That dick feels good!"
"Even better once I start fucking you," Spencer chuckled then began to do just that. I muffled my howls on Marcus' dick; slobbering and sucking on the thick curved rod as an even thicker one sawed through my guts. I mewled each time that ridiculously girthy prod bottomed out inside me. It stretched my tunnel and breached my second ring within the first few strokes.
"Damn!" Spencer grunted, then to Marcus. "Bet you open his hole every night."
"Damn right I do, and he loves it, dontcha Hamilton?"
I could only moan in response. I mouthed Marcus' dick and sucked on his balls, whimpering as Spencer's thrusts increased. His pelvis clapped my buns and his cock seemed to slam even deeper into my guts.
"Ooooh fuck! Oh shit! Fuck!" I yelped. "Oh my freaking God, that dick feels so goddamn good!"
"Told you," Spencer whispered then rested fully on top of me, belly to back, and lanced his cock up inside me. I whined but Marcus quickly stuffed my mouth with cock.
"There you go," Spencer growled. "Keep sucking that dick! Take all of daddy Spencer's big fat dick! You like it, huh?"
"Mm hmm!" I moaned.
"Shit! Lemme get a taste of that!"
Marcus popped his dick free of my lips and fed it to Spencer. Seemingly motivated by the taste, he churned his cock in me harder. He moaned on Marcus' cock, ramming his own far up my guts; faster and faster and faster still.
"Mm hmm! Mmmm hmmm! MMMMM HMMMM! MMMMRRRRRPH! MMMMRHPH!"
I gasped, feeling Spencer unload inside me. I slumped face-down on the bed. Every glob from his cock shot deep inside my bowels. He churned round and round in my ass, all while continuing to service Marcus' cock. Finally, he slumped forward on top of me, panting.
"Shit! That was good! Holy fuck, that was good!"
"Damn right it was!" I chuckled. "Enjoyed watching me get fucked, Marcus?"
"Definitely! Now it's your turn to watch, Spencer."
Spencer slid out and off my back, and Marcus replaced him. I moaned as finally, my fuck-buddy's thick curved cock sank balls-deep inside me. We both reveled in the warm squelching as he pushed through Spencer's deposited load. He churned that nut into cum-butter then began a furious assault on my insides. I gripped the sheets, growling like a beast while Marcus panted between sloppy kisses shared with Spencer.
"Yea! Pound him good! Wreck that ass," Spencer huffed.
"Mm hmm! Mm hmm!" Marcus moaned, steadily clapping my cheeks; driving his cock home over and over and over again. I gripped the sheets, loving how he was using me so damned rough; dominating my ass in a way that reminded me of Robbie, and that made my asshole flex.
"Shit!" Marcus barked. "Ah shit! I'm gonna nut! OH FUCK!"
I growled into the sheets as Marcus unleashed his load. His dick pulsed hard and fast; adding to the swamp of sperm already flooding my insides. He forced his cock far up in me then collapsed on my back.
"Shit! Oh shit," he sighed.
Somehow, I became the de facto bottom; not that I minded. Having two hot horny guys use my holes was fine by me, and that was exactly what they did. Over the course of the following two hours I was rimmed, sucked, throat-fucked, barebacked, and finally seeded three more times: one more load from Marcus up my ass, and two more from Spencer; with his last splattering over my face and onto my outstretched tongue. It was easily the best threesome I'd ever experienced, and it was repeated the following night where I finally got my dick balls-deep up Spencer's hot tight ass. He moaned so sweetly when I unleashed inside of him; like he'd been yearning for it. Then, I watched Marcus get fucked. It was hot how hungry he was, ramming his ass back on Spencer's embedded rod until he pulled the nut right out of his balls.
Unfortunately, Spencer left that very same night, driving back up to Sacramento. Marcus and I were almost late for our flight back home the following morning, waking well past the time we'd set on our screaming hotel room alarm clock. Thankfully, we made it and caught a few hours' sleep on the plane; simultaneously exhausted yet satisfied that we had accomplished both objectives of our LA trip.
* * * * *
Chapter Six
A few weeks after the LA conference, my lawyer contacted me with the court date. It would be the first time I would be seeing Denise since she moved out. Despite knowing she was the one in the wrong, I could not control the sick nervous feeling in my stomach. I sat with my head in my hands. Marcus sat next to me and held me for I don't know how long but all I remember was waking up the next morning in the bed with Marcus snuggled up beside me, his head on my chest. He stirred and I kissed him on the top of his head.
"Good morning," I chimed.
"Good morning. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I guess I've been better but I'm alive."
"I'm glad. I know this is all hard for you, and I won't pretend that I understand what you're feeling inside but I'm here for you. Anything you need."
"Thanks, Marcus," I sighed, hugging him close to me. What would I do without him? Our snuggling led to an intense make out session, which of course led to Marcus straddling my lap and kissing my dick to his ass. He smeared lube on my pole then sank down on it. He nestled his firm round ass on the base of my cock. He gyrated on it, moaning as I reached up and thumbed his stiff nipples. He was gorgeous, craning his head back as he rode me faster. I caressed his throat, down his chest and abs, and gripped him round the waist. Marcus' fat curved dick bounced against my skin, smearing his sticky precum all over me.
"Yes!" he gasped, when I grabbed two handfuls of his perfect booty and squeezed them tight. I guided him to ride me harder and faster. He moaned out loud and his hard dick dribbled precum like a leaky faucet.
"Fuck! Keep riding me," I groaned, feeling my shaft stiffen and throb. My morning nut was rising from my balls and I was on course to exploding up Marcus' hot hungry ass. His tunnel flexed and squeezed my cock. That sent me over the edge. I howled, stabbing up into his guts. It felt like I was pouring my very soul into him as my cock lurched once, and again and again and again inside him. Finally, I relaxed into the bed and Marcus smiled down at me.
"Thanks. I needed that," I panted.
"Anytime," he chuckled then kissed me on the lips, soft and sweet. While we swapped spit, I gripped his raging shaft and slowly jerked him off. He moaned into my mouth as I focused on the precum-slick head; working it over with short quick pumps. Marcus shuddered. He sighed then erupted warm creamy spunk all over my chest. He rocked back and forth on my hard dick as I remained fully lodged inside him.
"I needed that too," he breathed.
"Anytime."
That evening, after we got home from work, I received a call from my son. Troy was twenty-one and had just graduated from university, landing a great job straight off the bat. It was entry-level of course but he had a great mentor at the company, and was paid enough to rent an apartment along with two room mates. He told me how Denise was trying to turn him against me but he gave me his full support; understanding that his mom was the one in the wrong. He knew about how she'd already turned our daughter—his nineteen year-old sister—into a screaming anti-male banshee but he promised he would try to get her to come around to the truth. My son had always been a great kid, and I was proud of the man he'd become. He made me promise to tell him when the divorce was finalized so he could come visit me, as well as meet the man I was so clearly in love with. Once I put down the phone, I slipped into the bathroom and cried, and Marcus comforted me afterward.
The court date came sooner than I'd imagined, and I stood there as the judge read out her decision. She had decided that my offer—the divorce agreement which Denise had signed—was more than generous, despite the fact that when she signed, it could have been considered under duress (however, her lawyer had never presented that as part of the suit). Denise immediately started screeching; which didn't help her case. In fact it was so bad that the judge dismissed the twenty thousand dollars she'd tried to squeeze out of me for emotional distress over catching me in bed with another man. I shook hands with my lawyer after the gavel was struck. I was relieved that it was all over. A massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I looked to Marcus, who sat in the gallery. He smiled and nodded.
"Marcus," I started, holding his hand as we sat in the car, in the courthouse parking lot.
"You don't have to thank me, Hamilton. You know I'm here for you."
"No, let me finish." I took a deep breath. "Marcus, I know I said I wanted to take things slow, and I still do. I'm not anywhere near ready to call you my boyfriend yet. That's a big leap. However, would you accept an upgrade from fuck-buddy to lover?"
"Hamilton. . .I think that's the sweetest thing any guy has ever asked me," he smiled. "Of course I'll be your lover, for as long as you'll have me."
That night, we fucked like there was no tomorrow. Marcus folded me in half, my knees almost to my ears, and pounded me to sweet oblivion. He slammed pain-filled pleasure up my ass until I was screaming for him to breed me. He bellowed when he did, then slumped forward on top of me, panting hard. We switched places. I nailed Marcus from behind. I grabbed his waist tight, pulling him onto my cock and making him arch his back nice and deep. He mewled sweetly but I was far from finished. I rolled onto my back and had him mount me. He rode me hard and fast. I caressed his gorgeously tight and toned body. I gripped his ass and hammered his guts until I erupted.
I sank into the bed, panting hard. Marcus moaned, caressing my body as he continued riding me, gyrating his hot hungry ass on my cock. He finally stopped and slumped forward over me. I held him close, my cock still lodged up his guts. I could not be thankful enough that he had chosen to stay with me. Marcus was literally the man of my dreams, and now he was all mine, and I was his. My life had been a puzzle up till that point; a puzzle which had been complete but for one vacant space, and Marcus was the perfect piece.
* * * * *
Chapter Seven
It had been two months since I had finalized my divorce from Denise. I had never been happier, sharing my house and life with Marcus. He was amazing. I was still careful not to become too attached to him. We were just lovers after all, and I still wanted to take it very slow. However, I couldn't help kissing him every time I saw him, especially considering we were on vacation together.
I had decided to finally use up my vacation days, which amounted to almost two months away from the office and, with Marcus as my newly appointed personal assistant, that meant he would be with me on our Caribbean vacation. I had planned to take us to Jamaica for a few weeks then hop over to the Bahamas before returning stateside with another week or so to spare before we got back to the office.
"How's the pie coming along?" I asked, hugging Marcus from behind as he stirred a pot full of sweet potato, cinnamon sticks, grated nutmeg, cloves, star anise, ginger, a huge dash of sugar and a healthy pinch of salt. He had been trying to re-create his late grandmother's sweet potato pie recipe from memory in anticipation of our first Thanksgiving together.
"I think I finally have the ingredients in the right proportions. I just wish Gran had written this stuff down. Even my mom's recipe isn't quite the same, and she learned how from Gran."
"That's the old folks for you. Everything was locked in their head."
"You should know, old man," he teased.
"Hey! I'm not that old. Besides, would some old man's dick be hard for your tight ass right now?" I asked, pressing my swelling bulge to his butt.
"Oh! I guess not. Well, this stuff can finish cooking by the heat alone," he said, turning off the heat and covering the pot. He turned to me and we kissed.
I loved his lips. I loved the way he snaked his tongue into my mouth. His hard dick pressed against mine as I caressed his tight and toned, sexy body. I lifted him into my arms, and walked him over to the couch. I laid him down and grinded my cock against his, all while kissing him passionately. I licked down his body, sucking on his stiff tits. I traced the curves and dips of his abs with my tongue. I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked it down and off over his ankles.
"Sexy!" I said with a smirk then kissed my way up his calves, thighs to his balls. I kissed on the heavy orbs and Marcus gasped. I licked on them, then sucked one into my mouth.
"Oh fuck!" he panted.
I worked on both orbs; sucking one then the next, then getting both into my mouth. Marcus moaned loudly, and writhed. I sucked his balls for almost a full minute before spitting them out and attacking his stiff-standing, slightly-curved nine-inch dick. That beautiful ebony pipe dribbled precum as I swooped my lips down over the head.
"Ah shit. . .Hamilton. . .fuck!" he rasped.
"Mm hmm!" I moaned, eagerly suckling his throbbing erection. I sank down to the base, my nose in his pubes, his cock lodged in my throat.
"Urgh! Fuck!"
I went to work on his dick; nestling my throat down around it repeatedly until I felt it twitching wildly. I pulled back just in time to see a few spurts of cum. It wasn't an orgasm but it was damn near close enough. That dick lurched in mid-air, eager for more and begging me to let it cum.
"Hamilton! Fuck! Yes!" Marcus panted, locking eyes with me. I surged forward, sucking on his lips. I shucked my underwear off, freeing my raging erection. I humped all ten, precum-leaking inches along his belly and inner thigh while kissing him. He raised his legs and I went down; inhaling the mild musk of his ass. We had been milling about the house since morning; the last time we showered. It was evening and his asshole was ripe. I licked on the hole, tasting his funk. That made my cock lurch and I went in, fully sucking on his puckered chute.
"Oh fuck! Augh! Fuck yes!" he whimpered.
I moaned, sucking and licking on his chute. I pressed my tongue into the wrinkled tunnel and Marcus cried out. His cock lurched wildly and started shooting another short burst of creamy cum over my face and hair. Again, it wasn't an orgasm but close enough.
"Please, Hamilton! Fuck me, please!" he begged.
I sucked on his balls and licked my way back up his throbbing dick before complying with his request. I hooked his legs over my shoulders and kissed my precum-leaking cockhead to his chute. I pushed in slow, and Marcus howled. I closed my eyes, groaning as I easily slid inch-by-inch into his guts until I was buried to the hilt.
"Fuck!" I huffed. "Oh fuck!"
"Yes! Fuck me, baby! Gimme all that dick!" he begged. I looked into his eyes and kissed him as I started fucking, nice and slow. I was just as excited as he was so I wanted to take my time and give him a good long fucking.
In and out, in and out. I gyrated my hips each time I pushed inside, and Marcus moaned into my mouth. He hugged me close, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him every time. I sank deep; balls-deep. I was easily fucking into his second hole. Considering how often we fucked, we were both fully open for each other. His tunnel suddenly clamped down on my dick.
"Mmmph! Mmm hmm!" I moaned into his mouth. I couldn't help it as I started fucking faster. His ass just felt so good!
I pumped my cock through his welcoming guts. I unhooked his legs from my shoulders and he wrapped them around my waist. I fucked him harder, and faster. The couch started squeaking as I rammed my cock home up his guts. Over and over again, the groaning of the couch inching out of place filled the air each time I hammered my cock into him. I pressed my forehead to his, my lips hovering just above his as my balls tightened and my cock grew stiff as steel.
"Oh fuck, baby! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I warned.
"Yes! Breed me, Hamilton! Nut deep inside me!" he demanded.
A few more strokes and I was there; cumming deep, cumming hard inside him. Marcus came too; his dick firing ropes of nut up between us. The spunk skittered over my belly and chest, and dripped down on him as I sank my cock home up his bowels and stayed there. I sank down on top of him, panting hard.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, Marcus," I huffed. He hugged me tight with both arms and legs. We kissed again. His lips were so soft and sweet. His tongue caressed mine and I opened my mouth to its invasion. God. . .I loved this man, Marcus. I didn't dare to say it, lest it be too soon but I loved him.
Thanksgiving came surprisingly fast. Troy, my son, arrived with his sister in tow. In the months since the divorce, he had managed to help Elisa see that their mother had been in the wrong. While there were still many raw hurt feelings between myself and Denise, I managed to convince them not to hate their mother and stay in contact with her.
As for Marcus, they accepted that I was in relationship with a man. It was a hell of an explanation but they seemed OK with it, and got along well with Marcus. They especially appreciated his sweet potato pie. It really was something special, having my new lover and my kids together at the same table. I was truly happy.
