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I love cock. I head for the baths every weekend and seek out for the biggest shafts—like the Black Dude's. He looked like a bodybuilder—dark skin glistening and muscles rippling. He had a long, thick dick and massive balls that slapped his thighs as he cruised. I followed him around for a while and when he headed toward the mattresses, I lay down, spread my legs, and heaved my butt in the air.

He knelt beside me, hungry hands drawing my legs to his shoulders. He slapped some lube on his shaft and worked his dick until it was rock hard, then plowed that miraculous tool up my mancunt. I squealed in delight at the depth of his penetration. He asked point blank, "You want me to shoot in you, don't you?" "Cum in me, please, sir," I begged in mock submission. "You want my babies?" What a queer way to put it! But I am not one to be deterred by the idiosyncrasies of language—no matter how strange. "Yeah, Daddy. I want you to breed me. Please, Daddy," I begged in mock submission.

He thrust in and out. It felt like my butt was on fire. He forced a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled several whiffs sans oxygen till my heart raced and the veins in my temples throbbed. He planted his lips over mine and rammed his tongue down my throat. I gagged, and he continued to screw me. He moaned, and guys approached to watch the breeding. They jacked off as he writhed atop me and drove his great shaft into me like a piston. Gobs of toxic spooge infiltrated my innards. That he might be infected didn't perturb me. There's a price to be paid for any good fuck.

Withdrawing his cock, he rocked back on his haunches, observing his conquest. I rolled over, admiring the huge dong that had screwed me. I lay on my back and beat off. He watched me yank my tool and pushed more poppers under my nose, jamming his now soft shaft down my throat. I savored the little remaining cream I could salvage from the huge mushroom head as my load splattered his pubes. I lay there exhausted. Without a word he arose and walked away and the audience dissipated. Only the passionate cacophony of two other dudes mating resonated in sync with my still throbbing butt hole.

Edited by Hotload84
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