THE ROAD TO SUBMISSION - CHAPTER 14
Subject: The ROAD TO SUBMISSSION â CHAPTER 14 (adapted with permission from Nphillydogg)
Curtis wheeled the big black car down the block and onto the main boulevard, absentmindedly rubbing his hard package through the soft sweatsuit. The events of the last three days continued to swim in his head. He did things he would have never even imagined only a week before, yet he felt energized, strong in control! âThem white boys loved it as much as I didâ, he correctly thought to himself, and knew they would be asking him back.
Curtis grabbed his phone and hit a number. After two rings, he heard a soft almost musical voice.
âHey, honeyâ.
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It was Curtiss longtime jump off, Annetta. She was five feet 7, 155 lbs, solid, milk chocolate complexion, 38C breasts with dark aeroleas the size of small pancakes. She reminded Curtis of one of the ladies from the show âGirlfriendsâ. Annetta had curvy hips and a big fleshy ass that clapped when she danced, both on the pole and on the dance floor. Curtis had been fucking her for almost five years, but married Toya. After a few months of sulking, she took Curtis back, being his release in exchange for money, favors, and weed. Annetta also had two k**s, and lived in public housing off welfare, hustling, dancing, and support from her k**s fathers.
Curtis kept her around because she did no d**gs, (except the occasional blunt) drank just socially, was always crystal clean, and kept a low profile. Sexually, she was a wildcat. A fuck with Annetta was a workout. She pounded her groin into his to take every inch of his big meat. She was very vocal and loud, telling him how she wanted him deep in her pussy, in her ass, âdown my muthafuckin throat, manâ. He hardened even more at the thought of her swallowing his seed, begging for more, telling him how good it tasted. She always complimented him on his sexual skills, marveled how he ate her pussy, how he filled her up. Annetta would always tell him how this pussy was all his, that it wasnât even hers anymore when he was around.
âWhat you doin?â, Curtis asked.
âI was hopin to see you this weekend. Where were you?â
âI was down at county over some bullshit. Just got out this morningâ.
âYou gonna come give me something? I know you want some of this black sugar after being locked up for two daysâ, Annette replied.
âThree daysâ, countered Curtis. âWhere the k**s atâ?
âOnes right here, but I can get Sherry to watch him for an hour.â Sherry was her neighbor that lived two floors up.
Curtis continued to stroke himself while he talked. âCall me when youâre ready. Donât take too long, okay?â
Annetteâs voice got softer. âDaddy, Iâm ready now! Iâll call you right back.â
Curtis hung up and continued driving. He was hoping Annetta could scratch the itch he was feeling. He was no stranger to male-male action, but had never gone as far as he had this weekend. During his time in juvenile hall as a young teen, he had fooled around with Barry Peters, a member of his little gang. Both 15, they sat up nights talking in their two person room, boasting of each others prowess with crime, girls and money. Both had been nabbed for petty larceny. One night Barry came back to the room with a issue of Black Tail magazine, smuggled in by a visitor and passed around the wing. The mag was full of honey and chocolate colored women with big tits and asses, and both boys immediately found themselves sporting wood. They viewed the issue side by side in the dim light of the cell, and both stopped talking. Occasionally, one of them would whisper âdamnâ or âwowâ at a particular beautiful specimen of black womanhood, their hands gently squeezing their crotches.
It was Barry, Curtis remembered who made the first move. He grabbed Curtisâ thickness, and asked a simple question.âWanna fool aroundâ? Curtis was horny, puzzled, shocked, but not confused. The hardcore images of black girls riding black dick, and sucking on big black meat made his head spin. Curtis nodded, and Barry turned off the small desk light. The room was nearly pitch black as the two boys crawled into the bottom bunk.
Curtisâ phone buzzed in seat next to him.
âWhassupâ, he said.
Annettaâs voice flowed from the phone. âBaby, can you give me an hour?â
âWhy?â
âSherry aint home, and Darleen isnt back yet eitherâ They were Annettaâs closest friends. âCan you come over and wait just a bitâ?.
Curtis was disappointed, he wanted to hit it and go, not lay around waiting for someone to pick up her 8 yr old. He didnât relish sitting with a hardon while Annettaâs fine curvy frame bounced around the house in a pair of short shorts. He wanted satisfaction now.
âNah, Iâll catch you laterâ he said. âI got business to check onâ. Annetta knew better than to plead or bargain with him.
âSorry honeyâ, she said, âwith more notice I could do a little somethinâ.
Curtis felt relieved and kept driving. âIâll get at you, ma, you do your thing. Lataâ. He hung up before she could reply.
A minute later he pulled into the parking lot of the Highlite adult bookstore. It was a flat, one story building on the edge of the downtown commercial district, surrounded by warehouses. Curtis locked his car and cautiously entered the brightly lit store. He walked up the to clerk and gave him a ten dollar bill, in exchange for ten singles Then he began to walk among the movies offered for sale and rent.
Still half-hard and aroused, Curtis kept one hand in his pocket, idly stroking his big meat. The different titles offered for sale screamed at him as he slowly walked by. âFlowerâs Squirt Shower 3â. âTrue Anal Stories XVâ. âLexington Steeleâs Manhammerâ. They all had graphic pictures on the DVD covers, featuring beautiful women on the front and closeups of cocks stuffed into pussies, mouths and asses on the back.
Curtis continued walking and ended up by the transsexual section, right before it went to the all-male movies. He stiffened and looked around, ever mindful of his reputation and manhood. The tranny movies were intriguing. All of those DVDs also had beautiful women on the covers, only they all had firm erect cocks between their stocking-clad legs and high heeled feet. The back featured some of them getting fucked, their hardons pointing straight up, and others pounding men and women, their perfectly shaped breasts pushing into the backs of the guys they rode as they drilled deep into their holes.
Curtis stared at the images, too aware of the positions he was in just hours ago. He was fascinated by the trannys, and wondered what it would be like to suck a womanâs cock. These were no men in dresses, these were gorgeous women, who just happened to have very large clits. As he moved on, he ended up at the edge of the movie booths. He entered the large horseshoe shaped room, where the lighting was much dimmer. Each both had a locking door that ended 8 inches above the floor, to enforce the one person per booth rule. But no one ever checked.
Curtis entered booth 12 and locked it behind him. He pulled out the singles and fed five into the slot. The movies started immediately. He began pushing the buttons, jumping from movie to movie. A blonde sucking black cock, then a closeup of a brunette riding a thick white cock in her ass, a fat BBW getting drilled doggy style, then two guys sucking each other on a couch. Curtis stopped, then continued. His cock began to harden further, and he pulled at it through his warmups. He got comfortable on the bench, clicking through the vivid images before him.
Curtis slowed his pace, continuing to gaze at the various movies when he noticed movement to his left. The light from the other side shone through the neatly carved hole in the partition between the booths. A finger ran slowly back and forth along the bottom, the universal code for a cocksucker looking for action. Curtis paused, then began to pull down his sweatpants mid-thigh.
His hard, hot meat sprang up and he fisted it slowly. Shuffling in position, he placed the engorged head at the tip of the hole. The finger disappeared and was replaced by a open mouth, mustachioed and brown skinned. The sucker stuck out his tongue and Curtis pressed forward, the first third of his cock buried in the strangers throat. Curtis was horny, and didnât care. He knew the bookstores were full of cocksuckers, and the aborted attempt to hook up with Anetta did nothing to diminish his sexual hunger. The sucker was good, and he wasted no time drawing half of Curtiss meat down his hungry gullet. Curtis pressed forward against the hole, hearing the murmurs of the cocksucker as he moaned and hummed up and down his shaft.
Curtis reached over to the movie console and continued clicking through the many videos playing in the booth. The images of a myriad of sex acts and combinations kept him rock hard. He stopped at Jada Fire, one of his favorites, as she rode a fat white cock and squirted her girl cum into the mouth of a unknown big-titted blonde slut. He continued, pumping his hips into the hole and feeling the hot mouth on the other side worship his dick. As Curtis got to the male movies, he stopped at a unique coupling. A black gay actor, slim and inky dark all over, was being fucked by three white guys. The black actor, while not hung very well, rode one of the cocks and had the other two in his hands, sucking them alternately as he bobbed up and down. âOh shitâ, thought Curtis, âIâve done thatâ.
Curtis hips grinded into the wall partition as he stared at the screen. âWhat would it be like if I did three white muthafuckas?â, he thought. His cocksucker was providing expert service, superbly worshipping Curtis hard cock through the hole. His thoughts spun back to his youth.
In the small dark cell, he and Barry stripped down to their shorts. His friend made the first move, pulling Curtis meat between the opening and silently fisting it up and down. Curtis lay quietly, wondering if anyone could hear, or if anyone would know. Then he felt Barrys mouth on his rock hard cock, the warm tongue flitting around the head as his buddy swallowed half of his length. Emboldened, he reached for Barrys groin and found bare flesh. Barry had removed his shorts and lay naked while he sucked and licked Curtis' dick. Curtis hand found his buddys hard cock, hot and pulsating. Barry pushed his hips into Curtis hand, then moved around to get into a 69 position. In the darkness, Curtis could feel his friends teenage cock brush his lips from above. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth and took Barrys tool between his lips, feeling the head flexing and throbbing. Curtis began sucking, like every porn star heâd ever saw in every film he ever watched. He could feel Barry working on him the same way, and he lifted his hips slightly to give his friend more to suck on.
Curtis fondly remembered how that night played out as the cocksucker loudly worked his meat. He and Barry exploded in each otherâs mouths, as the young teens got their first taste of hot male seed. They said nothing about it the next day, as if it was an experiment and nothing more. A few days later, they again found themselves in Barrys bunk, sucking each other. Barry produced a smear of Vaseline from a wrapper and coated Curtisâ cock, and laying on his side eased Curtis into his young tight hole. He eagerly pumped his friends ass in the dark, his mind filled with images of tits, asses and juicy pussies. Curtisâ first piece of ass was Barryâs, and as he came deep inside Barrys hole, he knew he wanted it again. In the following weeks, as the boys became comfortable with each other, Curtis would attempt to let Barry penetrate him. But the combination of Barrys broad cockhead and Curtisâs tight ass prevented Curtis from fully feeling the joy of anal sex.
Curtis came back to the present and pulled away from the gloryhole. A string of spit clung between the cocksuckers lips and Curtisâs cock head. He was rock hard, and the combination of the movies in the booth, the cocksuckers mouth action, and remembering his first male-male experience had Curtis on fire.
Curtis could see the cocksuckers mouth at the hole, still waiting for his return. As the images on the screen and the past weekend flooded his brain, he ran his finger along the edge of the gloryhole.
âWhat am I doing, he thoughtâ?
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Within seconds the cocksucker stood and the tinkle of his belt buckle announced his pants were at his ankles. His cock was hard, about 7 inches, and presented itself to whoever was on the other side of the booth. Curtis was the lucky recipient. He stared at it, light brown, thin veins, cut. Before last weekend, he had not sucked a cock in more than 15 years. Now he was looking at his third in three days.
Curtis sat on the bench and took it into his mouth. He took it down his throat and started a nice rhythm, running his tongue underneath the shaft. He thought of Brandon and Danny, how they used him for money, for sex. How they fed him cock and cum for three days. How they used his ass and fucked his mouth at will. His hardness raged in his sweats. The cock flexed in his mouth with each of Curtisâ movements, and he could tell the cocksucker was enjoying being on the receiving end for a change. âCocksuckerâ, he thought. Thatâs what Iâm doing. And Iâm liking it. He opened his eyes and caught a scene from a movie of a white cock spurting all over a black porno actresses face. âMoreâ, she mouthed, âGive me more cumâ. His head swam with lust, and then the moan of the cocksucker snapped him out of his trance.
âYeah, suck that fuckin dick man,â said the voice from the other side.
Curtis stopped. âIm sucking some faggots dick in the bookstoreâ, he thought. âWhat the fuck am I doing?â He got up and adjusted himself. The cocksucker remained pressed against the gloryhole, his dick shiny with spit and precum. Curtis opened the door and walked out. âI gotta get out of here!â, his mind yelled to himself. He was at the exit and in his car. He watched for someone that might follow, to see who had just administered that wonderful but unfinished blowjob. But no one came out the rear door of the bookstore.
He wheeled his car into traffic and headed for home. He thought about calling Anetta, but declined. Toya would be the benefactor of his sexual frustration as he fisted his hard meat.
âWhat the fuckâ, he thought. âWhats goin on?. I aint gay!!â.
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Within 20 minutes Curtis was pulling his car in front of his house, grabbing his jacket and wrapping it around his waist to conceal his half hard dick. The car alarm chirped as he bounded up the stairs and into his house. He needed release âright now!
âYo babyâ, he called out, moving from the entryway to the kitchen. Toya sat at the kitchen table, holding their year old daughter, Savannah. She was on the phone, feeding the baby, and taking notes on a pad near a pile of papers. Toya had finished 2 years of community college and was registering for the next semester at the local university.
She looked up and gave him a quizzical stare, as to say âWhat up?â. Clearly she was busy, talking to someone in the Registars office about taking 6 credits. Curtis waved her off and went upstairs, his mind buzzing with lust. âDamn womenâ, he thought, remembering how Annetta was unavailable and now his own woman too. He turned on the shower and stripped off his sweatsuit. Just hours before he was in a shower with Brandon, feeling the white mans cock sliding in his ass. As the water warmed, he grabbed the soap and began fisting his hard, huge dick.
âWas it just the money?â, Curtis asked himself again. Sure he had messed around with Barry in his youth, and sure he had watched plenty of porn, and fucked a ton of females as he got older. He had even gotten a few blowjobs from jail bitches when he did time in county. But this weekend, this weekend was fuckin different. It wasnât just the sex. It was the, the rawness of it all. Just fuckin! Dick suckin, cum swallowin, ass reaming sex. Maybe it was the race play, letting them call him âniggerâ, âslaveâ, and âboyâ. He WAS letting them say those things, just like he was letting them use his body as they chose. Maybe it was them being white, and the whole dirtiness of it all that aroused him. What was the word? â taboo! Plus, no fucking body knew what he had done for the last 3 days. His cock grew stiffer as he recalled the images. âNobody knows about this shitâ, he thought. Brando and Danny would be silent, as they had far more to lose than he did. It was like having a hidden life, and getting paid for it!`
Curtis soaped up his ass and slowly stuck in two fingers. There was no soreness, just a comfortable openness he found soothing. He closed his eyes and continued stroking his meat, and started pistoning two fingers in and out of his hole. He was beginning to get the erotic connection between his ass and his cock, as the more one opened up, the more the other got harder. He thought of the next time Brandon and Danny would be manipulating his body, feeding him white cock and cum from both ends, sucking both dicks at once, swallowing their warm cum, maybe even take both cocks in his assâ
Curtis moaned and released a few dribbles of cum as he was pulled from his reverie. He was amazed there was even anything left. He leaned against the shower, letting the water beat against him, his thick cock dangling when he heard a sound. He turned to see Toya through the frosted shower door, naked and smiling, tucking her shower cap on. She opened it up and stepped inside. Curtis groaned softly. âShitâ!
âHey honey, the babyâs asleepâ, she purred, running her hands over his body. âNow what was it you wanted?ââŠ
Curtis wheeled the big black car down the block and onto the main boulevard, absentmindedly rubbing his hard package through the soft sweatsuit. The events of the last three days continued to swim in his head. He did things he would have never even imagined only a week before, yet he felt energized, strong in control! âThem white boys loved it as much as I didâ, he correctly thought to himself, and knew they would be asking him back.
Curtis grabbed his phone and hit a number. After two rings, he heard a soft almost musical voice.
âHey, honeyâ.
Deleted
It was Curtiss longtime jump off, Annetta. She was five feet 7, 155 lbs, solid, milk chocolate complexion, 38C breasts with dark aeroleas the size of small pancakes. She reminded Curtis of one of the ladies from the show âGirlfriendsâ. Annetta had curvy hips and a big fleshy ass that clapped when she danced, both on the pole and on the dance floor. Curtis had been fucking her for almost five years, but married Toya. After a few months of sulking, she took Curtis back, being his release in exchange for money, favors, and weed. Annetta also had two k**s, and lived in public housing off welfare, hustling, dancing, and support from her k**s fathers.
Curtis kept her around because she did no d**gs, (except the occasional blunt) drank just socially, was always crystal clean, and kept a low profile. Sexually, she was a wildcat. A fuck with Annetta was a workout. She pounded her groin into his to take every inch of his big meat. She was very vocal and loud, telling him how she wanted him deep in her pussy, in her ass, âdown my muthafuckin throat, manâ. He hardened even more at the thought of her swallowing his seed, begging for more, telling him how good it tasted. She always complimented him on his sexual skills, marveled how he ate her pussy, how he filled her up. Annetta would always tell him how this pussy was all his, that it wasnât even hers anymore when he was around.
âWhat you doin?â, Curtis asked.
âI was hopin to see you this weekend. Where were you?â
âI was down at county over some bullshit. Just got out this morningâ.
âYou gonna come give me something? I know you want some of this black sugar after being locked up for two daysâ, Annette replied.
âThree daysâ, countered Curtis. âWhere the k**s atâ?
âOnes right here, but I can get Sherry to watch him for an hour.â Sherry was her neighbor that lived two floors up.
Curtis continued to stroke himself while he talked. âCall me when youâre ready. Donât take too long, okay?â
Annetteâs voice got softer. âDaddy, Iâm ready now! Iâll call you right back.â
Curtis hung up and continued driving. He was hoping Annetta could scratch the itch he was feeling. He was no stranger to male-male action, but had never gone as far as he had this weekend. During his time in juvenile hall as a young teen, he had fooled around with Barry Peters, a member of his little gang. Both 15, they sat up nights talking in their two person room, boasting of each others prowess with crime, girls and money. Both had been nabbed for petty larceny. One night Barry came back to the room with a issue of Black Tail magazine, smuggled in by a visitor and passed around the wing. The mag was full of honey and chocolate colored women with big tits and asses, and both boys immediately found themselves sporting wood. They viewed the issue side by side in the dim light of the cell, and both stopped talking. Occasionally, one of them would whisper âdamnâ or âwowâ at a particular beautiful specimen of black womanhood, their hands gently squeezing their crotches.
It was Barry, Curtis remembered who made the first move. He grabbed Curtisâ thickness, and asked a simple question.âWanna fool aroundâ? Curtis was horny, puzzled, shocked, but not confused. The hardcore images of black girls riding black dick, and sucking on big black meat made his head spin. Curtis nodded, and Barry turned off the small desk light. The room was nearly pitch black as the two boys crawled into the bottom bunk.
Curtisâ phone buzzed in seat next to him.
âWhassupâ, he said.
Annettaâs voice flowed from the phone. âBaby, can you give me an hour?â
âWhy?â
âSherry aint home, and Darleen isnt back yet eitherâ They were Annettaâs closest friends. âCan you come over and wait just a bitâ?.
Curtis was disappointed, he wanted to hit it and go, not lay around waiting for someone to pick up her 8 yr old. He didnât relish sitting with a hardon while Annettaâs fine curvy frame bounced around the house in a pair of short shorts. He wanted satisfaction now.
âNah, Iâll catch you laterâ he said. âI got business to check onâ. Annetta knew better than to plead or bargain with him.
âSorry honeyâ, she said, âwith more notice I could do a little somethinâ.
Curtis felt relieved and kept driving. âIâll get at you, ma, you do your thing. Lataâ. He hung up before she could reply.
A minute later he pulled into the parking lot of the Highlite adult bookstore. It was a flat, one story building on the edge of the downtown commercial district, surrounded by warehouses. Curtis locked his car and cautiously entered the brightly lit store. He walked up the to clerk and gave him a ten dollar bill, in exchange for ten singles Then he began to walk among the movies offered for sale and rent.
Still half-hard and aroused, Curtis kept one hand in his pocket, idly stroking his big meat. The different titles offered for sale screamed at him as he slowly walked by. âFlowerâs Squirt Shower 3â. âTrue Anal Stories XVâ. âLexington Steeleâs Manhammerâ. They all had graphic pictures on the DVD covers, featuring beautiful women on the front and closeups of cocks stuffed into pussies, mouths and asses on the back.
Curtis continued walking and ended up by the transsexual section, right before it went to the all-male movies. He stiffened and looked around, ever mindful of his reputation and manhood. The tranny movies were intriguing. All of those DVDs also had beautiful women on the covers, only they all had firm erect cocks between their stocking-clad legs and high heeled feet. The back featured some of them getting fucked, their hardons pointing straight up, and others pounding men and women, their perfectly shaped breasts pushing into the backs of the guys they rode as they drilled deep into their holes.
Curtis stared at the images, too aware of the positions he was in just hours ago. He was fascinated by the trannys, and wondered what it would be like to suck a womanâs cock. These were no men in dresses, these were gorgeous women, who just happened to have very large clits. As he moved on, he ended up at the edge of the movie booths. He entered the large horseshoe shaped room, where the lighting was much dimmer. Each both had a locking door that ended 8 inches above the floor, to enforce the one person per booth rule. But no one ever checked.
Curtis entered booth 12 and locked it behind him. He pulled out the singles and fed five into the slot. The movies started immediately. He began pushing the buttons, jumping from movie to movie. A blonde sucking black cock, then a closeup of a brunette riding a thick white cock in her ass, a fat BBW getting drilled doggy style, then two guys sucking each other on a couch. Curtis stopped, then continued. His cock began to harden further, and he pulled at it through his warmups. He got comfortable on the bench, clicking through the vivid images before him.
Curtis slowed his pace, continuing to gaze at the various movies when he noticed movement to his left. The light from the other side shone through the neatly carved hole in the partition between the booths. A finger ran slowly back and forth along the bottom, the universal code for a cocksucker looking for action. Curtis paused, then began to pull down his sweatpants mid-thigh.
His hard, hot meat sprang up and he fisted it slowly. Shuffling in position, he placed the engorged head at the tip of the hole. The finger disappeared and was replaced by a open mouth, mustachioed and brown skinned. The sucker stuck out his tongue and Curtis pressed forward, the first third of his cock buried in the strangers throat. Curtis was horny, and didnât care. He knew the bookstores were full of cocksuckers, and the aborted attempt to hook up with Anetta did nothing to diminish his sexual hunger. The sucker was good, and he wasted no time drawing half of Curtiss meat down his hungry gullet. Curtis pressed forward against the hole, hearing the murmurs of the cocksucker as he moaned and hummed up and down his shaft.
Curtis reached over to the movie console and continued clicking through the many videos playing in the booth. The images of a myriad of sex acts and combinations kept him rock hard. He stopped at Jada Fire, one of his favorites, as she rode a fat white cock and squirted her girl cum into the mouth of a unknown big-titted blonde slut. He continued, pumping his hips into the hole and feeling the hot mouth on the other side worship his dick. As Curtis got to the male movies, he stopped at a unique coupling. A black gay actor, slim and inky dark all over, was being fucked by three white guys. The black actor, while not hung very well, rode one of the cocks and had the other two in his hands, sucking them alternately as he bobbed up and down. âOh shitâ, thought Curtis, âIâve done thatâ.
Curtis hips grinded into the wall partition as he stared at the screen. âWhat would it be like if I did three white muthafuckas?â, he thought. His cocksucker was providing expert service, superbly worshipping Curtis hard cock through the hole. His thoughts spun back to his youth.
In the small dark cell, he and Barry stripped down to their shorts. His friend made the first move, pulling Curtis meat between the opening and silently fisting it up and down. Curtis lay quietly, wondering if anyone could hear, or if anyone would know. Then he felt Barrys mouth on his rock hard cock, the warm tongue flitting around the head as his buddy swallowed half of his length. Emboldened, he reached for Barrys groin and found bare flesh. Barry had removed his shorts and lay naked while he sucked and licked Curtis' dick. Curtis hand found his buddys hard cock, hot and pulsating. Barry pushed his hips into Curtis hand, then moved around to get into a 69 position. In the darkness, Curtis could feel his friends teenage cock brush his lips from above. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth and took Barrys tool between his lips, feeling the head flexing and throbbing. Curtis began sucking, like every porn star heâd ever saw in every film he ever watched. He could feel Barry working on him the same way, and he lifted his hips slightly to give his friend more to suck on.
Curtis fondly remembered how that night played out as the cocksucker loudly worked his meat. He and Barry exploded in each otherâs mouths, as the young teens got their first taste of hot male seed. They said nothing about it the next day, as if it was an experiment and nothing more. A few days later, they again found themselves in Barrys bunk, sucking each other. Barry produced a smear of Vaseline from a wrapper and coated Curtisâ cock, and laying on his side eased Curtis into his young tight hole. He eagerly pumped his friends ass in the dark, his mind filled with images of tits, asses and juicy pussies. Curtisâ first piece of ass was Barryâs, and as he came deep inside Barrys hole, he knew he wanted it again. In the following weeks, as the boys became comfortable with each other, Curtis would attempt to let Barry penetrate him. But the combination of Barrys broad cockhead and Curtisâs tight ass prevented Curtis from fully feeling the joy of anal sex.
Curtis came back to the present and pulled away from the gloryhole. A string of spit clung between the cocksuckers lips and Curtisâs cock head. He was rock hard, and the combination of the movies in the booth, the cocksuckers mouth action, and remembering his first male-male experience had Curtis on fire.
Curtis could see the cocksuckers mouth at the hole, still waiting for his return. As the images on the screen and the past weekend flooded his brain, he ran his finger along the edge of the gloryhole.
âWhat am I doing, he thoughtâ?
Deleted
Within seconds the cocksucker stood and the tinkle of his belt buckle announced his pants were at his ankles. His cock was hard, about 7 inches, and presented itself to whoever was on the other side of the booth. Curtis was the lucky recipient. He stared at it, light brown, thin veins, cut. Before last weekend, he had not sucked a cock in more than 15 years. Now he was looking at his third in three days.
Curtis sat on the bench and took it into his mouth. He took it down his throat and started a nice rhythm, running his tongue underneath the shaft. He thought of Brandon and Danny, how they used him for money, for sex. How they fed him cock and cum for three days. How they used his ass and fucked his mouth at will. His hardness raged in his sweats. The cock flexed in his mouth with each of Curtisâ movements, and he could tell the cocksucker was enjoying being on the receiving end for a change. âCocksuckerâ, he thought. Thatâs what Iâm doing. And Iâm liking it. He opened his eyes and caught a scene from a movie of a white cock spurting all over a black porno actresses face. âMoreâ, she mouthed, âGive me more cumâ. His head swam with lust, and then the moan of the cocksucker snapped him out of his trance.
âYeah, suck that fuckin dick man,â said the voice from the other side.
Curtis stopped. âIm sucking some faggots dick in the bookstoreâ, he thought. âWhat the fuck am I doing?â He got up and adjusted himself. The cocksucker remained pressed against the gloryhole, his dick shiny with spit and precum. Curtis opened the door and walked out. âI gotta get out of here!â, his mind yelled to himself. He was at the exit and in his car. He watched for someone that might follow, to see who had just administered that wonderful but unfinished blowjob. But no one came out the rear door of the bookstore.
He wheeled his car into traffic and headed for home. He thought about calling Anetta, but declined. Toya would be the benefactor of his sexual frustration as he fisted his hard meat.
âWhat the fuckâ, he thought. âWhats goin on?. I aint gay!!â.
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Within 20 minutes Curtis was pulling his car in front of his house, grabbing his jacket and wrapping it around his waist to conceal his half hard dick. The car alarm chirped as he bounded up the stairs and into his house. He needed release âright now!
âYo babyâ, he called out, moving from the entryway to the kitchen. Toya sat at the kitchen table, holding their year old daughter, Savannah. She was on the phone, feeding the baby, and taking notes on a pad near a pile of papers. Toya had finished 2 years of community college and was registering for the next semester at the local university.
She looked up and gave him a quizzical stare, as to say âWhat up?â. Clearly she was busy, talking to someone in the Registars office about taking 6 credits. Curtis waved her off and went upstairs, his mind buzzing with lust. âDamn womenâ, he thought, remembering how Annetta was unavailable and now his own woman too. He turned on the shower and stripped off his sweatsuit. Just hours before he was in a shower with Brandon, feeling the white mans cock sliding in his ass. As the water warmed, he grabbed the soap and began fisting his hard, huge dick.
âWas it just the money?â, Curtis asked himself again. Sure he had messed around with Barry in his youth, and sure he had watched plenty of porn, and fucked a ton of females as he got older. He had even gotten a few blowjobs from jail bitches when he did time in county. But this weekend, this weekend was fuckin different. It wasnât just the sex. It was the, the rawness of it all. Just fuckin! Dick suckin, cum swallowin, ass reaming sex. Maybe it was the race play, letting them call him âniggerâ, âslaveâ, and âboyâ. He WAS letting them say those things, just like he was letting them use his body as they chose. Maybe it was them being white, and the whole dirtiness of it all that aroused him. What was the word? â taboo! Plus, no fucking body knew what he had done for the last 3 days. His cock grew stiffer as he recalled the images. âNobody knows about this shitâ, he thought. Brando and Danny would be silent, as they had far more to lose than he did. It was like having a hidden life, and getting paid for it!`
Curtis soaped up his ass and slowly stuck in two fingers. There was no soreness, just a comfortable openness he found soothing. He closed his eyes and continued stroking his meat, and started pistoning two fingers in and out of his hole. He was beginning to get the erotic connection between his ass and his cock, as the more one opened up, the more the other got harder. He thought of the next time Brandon and Danny would be manipulating his body, feeding him white cock and cum from both ends, sucking both dicks at once, swallowing their warm cum, maybe even take both cocks in his assâ
Curtis moaned and released a few dribbles of cum as he was pulled from his reverie. He was amazed there was even anything left. He leaned against the shower, letting the water beat against him, his thick cock dangling when he heard a sound. He turned to see Toya through the frosted shower door, naked and smiling, tucking her shower cap on. She opened it up and stepped inside. Curtis groaned softly. âShitâ!
âHey honey, the babyâs asleepâ, she purred, running her hands over his body. âNow what was it you wanted?ââŠ
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