A regular thing

[H-strass]

I had had my fair share of sexual encounters with Black men before I hooked up with SS, apparently not his real name. I didn’t know his name, and this never came up in our conversations.  He was in his early 30s and had a slightly muscled built. I called him SS because Sketchy Sex was one of his favorite porn studios. Moaning twinks and jocks had their hands on each others’ bums, slap, slap; the cumdumps just could not be satiated with enough cocks in their mouths and arses. Sweat and spit were everywhere, and cum oozes out of the gaping hole right before another cock slipped in.

This was the background sound for my first time having sex with SS on his living room couch. He started to stroke his cock watching the gangbang scene on the screen, and I undressed myself as well. “Do you do head?” he eyed my expectantly. My mouth was on his half-hard cock, which grew thicker and lengthier every second, reaching full erection and touching the bottom of my throat. SS had a cock on the girthier side even for a Black man, but it worked well for me by barely pushing my limit. One time, I tried to take the cock of a Nigerian Black man, and it simply did not work. My hole, for good or bad, was indeed a tight one in its physiology construction. The inner size-queen man slut of me craved for the biggest cock I could ever get, but it might not be a pleasant experience for either party.

Back to SS, he left it mostly for myself to manage a rhythm of sucking his cock for a good few minutes before putting two hands on the back of my head. He then pushed with a gentle force that was enough to lock his erection inside my throat. I made some gagging sound, but he made three or four thrusts before releasing me. I took a moment to get my breath back and licked the shaft and balls. The pungent musky smell made me feel dirty and horny serving a man with my mouth.

SS seemed to know that my hole was itching for action when he started to alternate between massaging the entrance and putting spit-lubed fingers in. “What position do you like?” he asked. I proposed doggy, a position easier for me to take a bigger cock. I also liked the psychological thrill to have someone mount me into submission, pounding my hole with the full weight of their body and using me like a faceless toy. The room between the couch and the coffee table did not allow a traditional doggy position. I kneed on the carpet with my one leg and left the other on the couch, further spreading my arse cheeks for a smoother entrance. Only smooth to an extent, given how big SS was. I already felt the pain when the tip was in, then more, and more. My hole was slowly getting stretched, and by the time the whole erection was pressing my gut, a blunt feeling of sore and pressure replaced the sharpness of pain.

“Your arse is so tight. It feels so good. It’s squeezing my cock.” SS pressed his cock deep and firm on my prostate for a few seconds, taking a deep breath, and started to move, prudently in the beginning and then faster and faster. I had not had anything of SS’s size for a while. While it pleasured the inner slut of me tremendously to have a big Black cock churn my inside and utterly destroy my hole, I was rationally relieved that it turned out to be a shorter session. SS might have been genuinely complimenting my arse. It took him no more than five minutes before he alerted me that he was about to cum. Legs weak and mind clouded with both pain and pleasure, I murmured something generically slutty, like, “fill me up; unload in me.

To be honest, I never really felt the “warm flows” of cum as many others claimed. What I did feel was the throbbing of vessels, the force a top used to lock his seeds deep in my unfortunately infertile womb, and how my tunnel was ever more lubed when the cock slipped out. SS surely left a generous load in me, only pulling out after a while, and his half-soft cock looked still so much bigger than mine, which was still hard. He passed me along a towel and went ahead to clean himself up. I loved it when a top did not even acknowledge my genitals, or my desire to release. I lost my only chance of orgasm if I did not cum on a top’s cock. My failure to do so did not merit the mind space of a top, whose business was done the second he shot his load into the cock sleeve.

“That was just great. We should definitely do this again,” SS said while I was on my way out. I nodded and answered affirmatively. However, I was not expecting to receive a text from SS only an hour later, asking if I wanted to swallow another load from him. I would not usually refuse an offer like this, but I did have plans later that night. Also, I had to admit that I might need a little recovery time before my oral and rear holes were back to the optimal condition of service. “Tomorrow,” I texted back.

The next day, SS pressed me so hard against the window while fucking me at the backseat of my car that I had a bruise. It had been drizzling for a whole day. The temperature dropped to uncomfortably cold, and the road was all gloomily dimly grey. SS directed me to the parking lot of a local park when I hit him up. “There was no one at the park in the rain,” he texted. My guess was that he just had had a hookup at the motel nearby. Another bottom comrade might have served this formidable Black cock and taken a load into their juicy arse.

I waited for a few minutes at the parking lot until SS walked up from the direction of the motel. We got into the backseat, and he wasted no time to take his cock out. This time, I got to work that from scratch and feel the cock bulge from soft to rock hard. The smell was also more pungent, with a stronger trace of sweat and cum. I was not experienced in taking a dick on the backseat. I tossed and tumbled a bit to present a better angle to whore out my hole, getting more desperate by the second for being filled up, while SS applied more spit on his cock as lube.

It was unexpectedly smooth how SS slipped his cock into my hole, with only our spit as lube. My tunnel must have got wet by itself with the anticipation. SS was moaning and murmuring how good it felt to fuck my wet hole. It seemed to excite him that he was on watch, since we were in the public, and I was pressed down on the seat. Someone did pass by at one point, and SS paused his movement until that person went away. “For a second, I think he’s going to come closer and watch us,” SS said with a chuckle. “It was so hot. I didn’t want to stop.” Then he was back in me right away.

It was not long before he released. It was not much cum, as this was probably not the first load SS put into a bottom that day. He pulled up his joggers and got out of my car. I sat along at the backseat for another few minutes, until my legs stopped trembling entirely.

I received a message from SS the next morning. He had left his keys in my car. I told him that I could dropped them off at his place after work. “Cool. We can fuck then,” he texted back.

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So hot

[RawSubDad]

Keep the story (and me) cumming!

[Marlin]

To be honest, I never really felt the “warm flows” of cum as many others claimed. What I did feel was the throbbing of vessels, the force a top used to lock his seeds deep in my unfortunately infertile womb, and how my tunnel was ever more lubed when the cock slipped out.

 

a great description of the feeling after a man shares his seed