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Watching the sun set behind a city he won't have the
opportunity to explore, Jack stands on the 21st-floor balcony of a new
apartment building, absently eating deli lasagna from a take-out
container. Naked and still wet from his shower, he just stands there as
rivulets of water trickle from the strands of his long, sun-bleached
hair. The water beads and glistens across his strong, smooth body, and
Jack involuntarily shivers as a cool breeze wraps around him, urging his
nipples to stand at attention.
Looking across the skyline and beyond to the darkening
orange-to-purple horizon, Jack is thinking that he wouldn't be where
he's standing now if he hadn't walked into a little excitement late this
afternoon. He smiles at the memory, and his cock begins to stiffen.
It was soon after 5 p.m. when Jack found himself lost in a
desolate part of the city. Normally very good with maps and directions,
Jack was frustrated as hell that he'd wound up so turned around with no
sense of bearing at all. "Fucking asshole!" he said to himself aloud.
"Well, that's what I get."
Jack's mind had been on other things for the previous ten minutes
or so. To be precise, he'd been remembering the trio of big-dicked,
ass-packing forest rangers he'd fucked with three nights before. Just
thinking about the things those guys did to him had turned Jack's
sleeping log of meat into a steel rod that pulsed and drooled beneath
his worn jeans and well-used jockstrap. But as memorable as the triple
fuck had been, Jack was sensible enough to know that there were more
important, things to deal with at the moment. After three days on foot
with his cross-country backpack weighing heavily on his shoulders, Jack
had begun to wonder whether he would ever find his way to that elusive
hostel so he could eat, shower, and get some much-needed sleep.
With one hand at the cramped and bulging crotch of his jeans,
Jack scanned his immediate surroundings for any signs of life. From what
he could tell, the area was made up of an odd mix of warehouses and
low-income apartment projects, many in varying stages of demolition. A
few of the buildings were in the process of getting face-lifts, part of
an apparent gentrification of the area. But there wasn't a soul in
sight, and Jack hadn't seen a single car go by for the past several
blocks.
After another couple of streets, Jack spotted a construction
site, with a few cars and trucks still in the vicinity. It was a bit
late in the day for a construction crew to still be at it, but Jack
hoped that he could at least get directions from someone, so he hiked on
over.
Jack neared the corner of the building and came to a halt as a
loud, angry voice pierced the still air. He peered around the corner to
find a huge, mean-looking black man pinning a shorter black man against the wall. Big Dude looked like an
ebony mountain stuffed into a suit and tie, his face hot and twisted by
a blind and furious anger. Little Guy was a dark brown, thickly muscled
construction worker wearing a white undershirt tucked into skintight
cutoff jeans, with white socks and heavy work boots down below. Little
Guy was unsuccessfully doing his best to reason with Big Dude.
"He's gonna kill him," Jack said under his breath. And then the
first blow knocked the wind right out of Little Guy. A rush of
adrenaline coursed through Jack's body, and, thinking quickly, he
dropped his backpack and took a quick glance around him for any kind of
a prop. He snatched up a clipboard and hard hat from the hood of a
truck, then raced around the corner of the building, grateful that his
opened flannel shirt, T-shirt, jeans, and hiking boots would all have
been right at home on this job.
"Bud!" Jack barked at Little Guy, genuine alarm in his voice.
"Get your ass over here now! O'Hara's taken a fall, and we've got no
time to lose!" Both Big Dude and Little Guy stared blankly at Jack, who
just marched right over to the pair and grabbed Little Guy by the arm.
"I said now, Bud! The cops and an ambulance are on their way, but we
need everyone on this now. So let's move it!" Jack dragged Little Guy as
if he were a rag doll right out of Big Dude's hands and around the
corner of the building. He snatched up his backpack and kept on moving,
through a doorway and up a flight of stairs, not stopping until he came
to a window at the front of the building. Jack wanted to keep an eye on
Big Dude.
"Man, I don't know who the fuck you are," gasped Little Guy when
they'd come to a stop, "but you just saved my life."
'Yeah, well, it didn't take a genius to know that that dude was
out of his mind, and—" Jack was cut off by the screeching of tires.
"Hey, look at this." Both Jack and Little Guy watched as a black Jaguar
burned rubber and took off down the street.
Little Guy let out a whoop and a loud laugh. "That is one bad
dude, man! But just look at that fucker go!"
Shaking his head, Jack said, "Well, there was no way in hell I
could have taken that big guy by myself, so I took a chance with that
bit about the cops coming. Looks like it did the trick."
While Little Guy looked out the window, Jack turned to take a
fast closer look at the man beside him. Standing almost a foot shorter
than Jack's 6 feet 2, Little Guy all but busted the seams of his
undershirt and tightly packed high-cut shorts with a smooth, hunky,
muscle-bound little body that wouldn't quit. Eye-catching nipples poked
obscenely against the stretched cotton of his white undershirt, and as
magnificently shaped as his high-rounded ass may have been, it was that
something big and heavy inside the front of Little Guy's shorts that
really grabbed Jack's attention. Glancing up to the broad, smiling face
and shaved head glistening with sweat, Jack recognized hot stuff when he
saw it, and he felt the surge of a major hard-on make a fast return in
his jeans.
Little Guy laughed again and turned to Jack. "Hey, man, I gotta
get back to work. Thanks again for saving my life." They shook hands
before heading back down the stairs.
It was then that Jack asked for directions to the hostel. Ray
—Little Guy—said that he was going away for a few days, leaving directly
from the job site, and that Jack was welcome to use his place for the
weekend. Jack tried to modestly decline the offer of the apartment key
and the $50 Ray slapped into his hand ("So you can catch a cab and pick
up some food, man"), but Ray put a stop to all the fuss with, "Look,
man, you saved my life. So let me do somethin' for you." Jack couldn't
refuse.
Showered, fed, and exhausted, Jack goes into the bedroom to
crash. He'd originally planned to just roll out his sleeping bag on the
floor, but now he thinks, What the hell, and climbs into the cool,
green-sheeted bed.
Jack turns on his side and takes a deep breath, his lungs filling
with the lingering scent of the absent Ray. Smiling into the pillow, he
thinks of the little muscle man who had stood close enough to touch,
close enough to taste, and— Jack fantasized—close enough to fuck. Jack's
cock fills hard and fast with these thoughts, and his tired body awakens
with the need to come.
He throws off the covers and flops onto his back, pulling up his
legs as one hand mauls his nine inches of uncut meat and the fingers of
his other hand reach into the smooth crack of his ass. But Jack suddenly
decides a little something extra would be nice, and, sitting up in bed,
he clicks on the bedside lamp to take a look around.
There's not much in the room besides the bed, a pair of bedside
tables and lamps, and a large color television and VCR beyond the foot
of the bed. A dozen or so videos are lined up on a shelf below the
television. Jack crawls over the bed and reaches for the videos, which
at first appear to be homemade tapes. Cryptic handwritten labels are of
no help, so with high hopes for some serious smut, Jack pops one into
the VCR. A few pushed buttons on the remote control change the screen
from snowy static to black, then to the full colors of a brightly lit
bedroom. Jack strokes his meat with anticipation.
The camera moves in on a huge bed covered in red sheets, and
smack in the middle of the bed is a big-breasted Nordic blond woman, her
legs wide apart, fingers from both hands giving her pussy a workout. She
is talking to someone offscreen, telling him to get his cock over there
and give her a fuck to remember. The camera has been closing in on her
face, and as she sits up and leans over to one side of the bed, the
screen fills with a tight close-up of her opened mouth and protruding
tongue. Jack grips his meat, staring at the screen, hoping he won't be
disappointed.
Slowly inching forward from the edge of the screen, there now
appears the glistening head of a massive dark brown cock. Clear fluid
oozes from the tip of the huge, meaty shaft, and as it draws closer and
closer to the woman's face, the long strand of cock drool drapes over
the woman's extended tongue and dribbles down and off her chin. The huge
dome of the great cock draws closer still, finally pushing into and
beyond the stretched-to-capacity opening of her pink mouth. The woman
breathes loudly through flared nostrils as spit bubbles and spills from
the sides of her mouth.
Jack wonders if the cock is real or if the huge size is but a
trick of the camera lens. Maybe it's a simple matter of perspective,
with the woman possibly of uncommonly petite stature and the cock just
of average dimensions. But as the camera pulls back and swings around,
it is clear that both the man and the woman are about the same size—the
man simply carries an enormous log of meat.
Jack scoots back on the bed to rest against the pillows stacked
at the headboard. He spits into his hand—straight porn may not be his
thing, but it'll do in a pinch. And with a cock as huge as the one
on-screen, Jack knows he's in for a good time.
With both hands in a spit-slicked grip on his meat, Jack draws up
his knees to press the heels of his feet hard against the base of his
butt. He stares at the television as the camera continues to move gently
from side to side. It finally pans down along the front of the hunky,
hard-muscled dark brown man, as if being seen through the woman's eyes.
Suddenly the man's face fills the screen.
"Shit!" Jack says in recognition.
"Ooh, baby, that's real nice. You just keep suckin' on Ray's
dick, gettin' it all hard and wet, and then Ray's gonna fill your pussy
with a big old load of hot fuck cream. How does that sound, baby? Hmm?"
The camera dips to show the woman going apeshit over Ray's huge
slab of meat.
Jack's mouth yawns wide as he imagines Ray's cock plugging his
throat. He thinks how amazing it is that the little fucker could carry
such a big piece on such a deceptively small (although muscular) body.
But then, Jack's experiences have taught him that stereotypes are pretty
much useless and misleading when it comes to cock size anyway.
Proportion of overall body size or of individual body parts (nose,
hands, feet), not to mention the long-held notions regarding specific
races or nationalities, rarely correlate with actual in-the-flesh
dimensions. And Jack has had more than his share of some mighty talented
average-to-small—but handsome, tasty, hard-fucking, and
come-blasting—cocks. Still, even Jack is a sucker for something big, and
this Ray is quite a package: a short, stacked hunk with a cock of almost
frightening proportions. Jack has never said no to a challenge, and his
regret is that he'll be gone before Ray's return late Sunday night. The
video will just have to do.
"Baby," Ray purrs on screen, "how'd you like this thing up inside
you, hmm?" The camera swings to one side as Ray eases the woman onto her
back and drags her by the knees to the edge of the bed. With his hands
at her ankles, he spreads her legs far apart to reveal her slick,
hairless pussy, and she is moaning, uttering barely audible words of
need.
Jack sucks three fingers into his mouth, soaking them with spit.
He watches the screen as Ray's fat, drooling cock head pokes and prods
at the lips of the woman's pussy, threatening to dive deep but not yet
entering the slick canal of pink flesh. Jack slips his wet fingers down
to his ass to stroke across his hungry hole, waiting for Ray to make the
next move.
"Yeah, baby, I hope you're ready, 'cause Ray's gonna fuck the
living shit out of you." The woman's voice grows louder as she begins to
babble a litany of incoherent lust. Ray's perfect buttocks pull back,
and with exact aim he slams forward, shoving all 12-plus inches deep
inside the fuck-crazed woman. Jack simultaneously jams his three slick
fingers up his ass. The woman's body convulses, and she reaches forward
to try to push Ray out of her. But Ray doesn't budge; instead, he holds
perfectly still, that smile of possession on his face, watching the
woman squirm and writhe in discomfort from being impaled on something so
huge. Jack stares at the screen, mesmerized by the sight, holding the
fingers inside himself as still and steady as Ray's unmoving cock.
The woman's body can resist the invasion no longer, and she drops
back onto the bed, her flawless white body in stark contrast to the red
sheets. She closes her eyes and gasps for air through parted lips. Her
nipples are flushed and stiff, and her skin glimmers with a fine film of
sweat. This is what Ray has apparently been waiting for, because only
now does he begin to move, slowly easing his cock out until the
glistening head oozes juices onto the woman's battered pussy. The slab
of meat looks harder than before as it hovers there, bobbing in midair,
a pulsing threat just waiting to deliver its explosive load.
"He's gonna come," Jack whispers as he pulls his fingers from his
ass, feeling his own load so near to erupting. His eyes are on Ray's
balls, which have pulled up tightly into the smooth dark scrotum.
The woman looks as if she's finally found some kind of peace, and
she just rests there, limp and trusting, her eyes still closed. Ray
smiles and licks around the woman's right ankle. She moans a sleepy
response. Ray suddenly slams forward, skewering the woman on his meat,
shoving her half a foot farther across the bed. The woman cries out,
arches her back, and shudders in an amazing orgasm. Ray pulls out, gives
his meat three yanks, and shoots a dozen thick white ribbons of come all
over the exhausted, trembling woman.
The sight pushes Jack over the edge. He crams his fingers back up
his ass, tearing at his hole to reach as deep as he can. As his
fingertips ram against his swollen prostate, he cries out, grabs his
cock, and begins to shoot. Hot, wet come sails high and falls heavily,
splattering his face and chest with blast after pent-up blast. His body
jerks and twists as he shoots again and again until he simply
collapses—spent, used, and just plain dead to the world.
Two o'clock in the morning. Crashing noises from the next room.
Uncertain of his hearing, Jack opens his eyes to check out the bedside
clock. Still on his stomach, the sheets kicked aside, his face half
buried in a pillow, he remains motionless, listening. The bedroom door
suddenly flies open, and two figures, lit from behind, burst into the
room.
"I've had enough of your fuckin' shit!" barks the bigger
silhouette. "And you know the deal: I fuck your sweet ass for every
thousand you owe me. And from the looks of things, little man, I'd say
you owe me a helluva lot of fucks!"
Jack recognizes the voice of Big Dude, who throws Ray roughly
onto the bed, the room still in darkness. Jack lets out an involuntary
"Oof!" as Ray lands on top of him.
"Fuck!" Ray yelps, scampering across and off the bed.
Big Dude clicks on the table lamp. His look of surprise at seeing
Jack's naked backside turns to one of amusement. "Well, well, well,
little Ray. And you telling me that you don't go in for this shit."
"I don't, man," Ray protests, standing flat against the wall,
with Jack on the bed between Ray and Big Dude. "He's just staying here
for a couple of nights, that's all. Really, man, I don't do that homo
shit. Honest."
Jack, now awake, starts to roll over, but Big Dude puts a firm,
hot hand on Jack's shoulder. "No, you stay right like that, my man."
With his other hand he traces down along Jack's spine and into the
crevice of Jack's big-muscled ass cheeks.
Jack stays put, his mind working fast, while his skin comes alive
at the touch of the big pair of hands.
"You telling me you never had this fine piece of ass, little
Ray?" Big Dude asks teasingly.
Jack suddenly speaks up. "No, man. He hasn't touched me. But,"
Jack pauses, smiling at what is to come, "I'll make a deal with you."
Big Dude brings his smiling face close to Jack's, his breath
thick and heavy with cigarettes and beer. "There ain't nobody here in no
kind of shape to be making deals with me, sweet-ass white boy."
Jack pushes his face closer to Big Dude's. "Fuck me," he says,
smiling at the man's dumbstruck reaction. "You heard me. Fuck my ass.
You can fuck me all you want for the next, say, 12 hours. But whoever
comes the most wins."
"Wins what?" Big Dude smiles, playing along.
"If you come more times than I do, then you get Ray's ass. But if
I come more than you, you back off and give Ray a six-month, no-interest
extension on what he owes." Jack doesn't know where he pulled that one
from, but it's worth a try.
Big Dude is thinking. "Now why would I want to consider such a
deal, sweet-ass white boy?" he asks. "Hmm?"
"Because," Jack says, easing himself onto his hands and knees,
turning his ass toward Big Dude, "you have never had an ass like this
one in your life, and you never will again. So you just think about how
good it'll feel to sink that big black cock of yours deep inside my hot
white hole and how this ass of mine is gonna make you come like you've
never come before. Just think about it, 'cause I'm getting hot just
talking about it. And I need to get fucked, man. I love to get fucked.
So what do you say?" Jack pushes out with his sphincter, and the
puckered flesh of his ass brushes against the thick, warm fingertips of
Big Dude.
Big Dude's mouth goes slack, and he has to wipe away the pool of
spit that forms at the front of his lower lip.
"Well?" Jack asks, giving a wink to the dumbfounded Ray, who
still stands plastered against the wall. Jack glances down to Ray's
black jeans and spots something thick pressing hard against the
straining zipper.
"But I—" stammers Big Dude.
"Look, pal," Jack says, "if it'll help any, I'll eat out Ray's
ass while you fuck me. That way, you'll get a good look at the ass you
seem to be so in love with while you're fucking one that is more
talented than any hole you've ever plugged. How about that?" Jack turns
from Big Dude and looks back to his host. "Ray?" Ray gives a small,
uncertain nod of agreement, his hands at his crotch. Jack turns back to
Big Dude. "What do you say, man? We're talking the stuff that dreams are
made of. Are you gonna fuck me or what?"
Big Dude stands still, his eyes darting back and forth between
Jack's ass and little Ray against the wall. Jack feels time slipping by,
and, afraid he'll lose his catch, he decides to reel it in. With his
forehead pressed into the sheets, he raises his ass into the air,
spreads his knees, and reaches back with his hand to shove three fingers
up his hole.
"Fuck!" whispers Big Dude.
"Is it a deal?" Jacks asks.
Big Dude begins to open the fly of his leather pants. "Yeah, man.
It's a deal."
Sucker! Jack says to himself, laughing. He looks over at Ray.
"Come on, man," he says. "Show me what you got. You don't have to do
anything but let me eat your hole, man. So get out of those clothes and
get on up here." Jack feels a big hot finger slip into his ass beside
his own three fingers, stretching at the ring of pliant flesh. This, he
thinks to himself, is gonna be too fucking easy.
Six o'clock in the morning. Jack laughs out loud. Big Dude has
come for the fourth and final time, and Jack has outshot him by three
times the count. But that's not what Jack finds so funny. It's that on
this fourth orgasm, when Big Dude pulled out to prove he was coming by
shooting three long, thin jets of translucent come, Big Dude's eyes
rolled back in his head, and he practically passed out, crumbling into a
heap onto the floor beside the bed.
Ray's face is a mixture of alarm and disbelief, and he scrambles
off the bed to check on the mountain of limp black flesh sprawled out on
the carpet. "Well," he mutters, "he's alive..."
"Ha!" laughs Jack. "That dude didn't know what he was up
against!" he says, still laughing as he sits up to take a look. Jack's
body is covered in come, front and back, inside and out, now drying to a
flaky, peeling shell. Jack loves all that come, and he sticks a few
fingers up his slick, battered ass to stir it around, loving the way it
oozes out of his hole to coat his hand. "Too bad he's such a wimp. All
talk but not much in the bite department. And man, I could fuck for
hours," he says, grinning at Ray.
The last four hours of cock up his ass have done nothing to
dampen Jack's hunger for more sex. He looks down at Ray's naked dark
brown body, glistening with sweat, his huge slab of meat leaking
steadily onto the floor. And while Ray stays hunched over the
once-threatening Big Dude, Jack finger-fucks his used hole as flashbacks
of these recent hours of nonstop fucking whir through his mind.
Jack can still see Ray on his hands and knees as Jack buried his
face between the hard, muscled globes of that perfect ass, all the while
getting his own ass plowed by the fat, rigid meat of Big Dude. Then
there was Big Dude stretched out on the bed with Jack crouched above
him, riding Big Dude's cock like a cowboy on a wild bronco while Ray
stood over Big Dude's head with Jack's face plugged back into Ray's
butt. And then, for a change of pace, Jack crawled around the room with
Big Dude skewering him with that big fat cock, urging him forward across
the bed, flat against the wall, and then on his hands and knees across
the bedroom floor.
But best of all was the grand finale. Forty minutes with Jack on
his back, knees pulled to his chest, with Big Dude standing beside the
bed, pounding away. And hot little muscle dude Ray spread out in a squat
over Jack's hungry face, pressing his sweat- and spit-slicked ass onto
Jack's mouth and tongue. Ray might never have had his ass eaten before,
but within minutes of his first time with Jack, the man had become a rim
junkie, scooting his hole back and forth across Jack's tongue, loosening
up until the tight, puckered ring blossomed outward to let Jack into the
musky heat. Repeatedly Jack had to knock Ray's hands off his big cock,
fearing Ray would come before Jack got what he needed most. And Ray
obliged, letting Jack take charge, letting Jack lick and suck the
fucking life out of his deep, dark, never-before-touched asshole.
But now Jack watches Ray kneeling beside the fallen Big Dude,
watches as Ray's drooling arm of meat rests slackly against the carpeted
floor. "Now it's your turn, Ray. Come on up here and fuck me." Ray looks
up at Jack finger-fucking himself, and his cock fills and lifts off the
floor, bobbing in midair—an amazing feat, considering its heft and
length. Jack rolls onto his back and pulls his hole wide with fingers
from both hands. The pink inner surface glistens in the lamplight,
gaping wide with the promise of dark, moist, enveloping heat.
Ray stands up and climbs onto the bed, squatting over the splayed
surface of Jack's ass. Ray's drooling cock head spills fluid right into
Jack's gaping hole, mixing with the partial loads Big Dude left before
him. "I've never fucked ass before, man. I've never been with a dude
before."
"Yeah, well, you've never had your ass eaten before either, and
you got the hang of that pretty quick," Jack says encouragingly as his
fingers dip in and out of his hole. "So come on and fuck me. It'll be
better than any pussy you've ever had."
Ray looks Jack in the eye and nods. He looks down again as Jack's
fingers pull away and the mouth of Jack's ass closes over the tip of
Ray's cock. Ray's breath catches at the sensation of the tight, wet
heat, and he is powerless to resist as his cock is all but sucked inside
Jack's throbbing hole. "Jesus!" he gasps, his abdomen smacking flat
against the backs of Jack's thighs.
Jack's own cock hovers over his slick, come-encrusted belly,
leaking into the mess he and Big Dude left behind them. "Aw, fuck! That
feels so good, Ray. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Ray pulls back, mesmerized by the thin pink sheath of ass flesh
clinging to his come-coated shaft. He lets the head pop free, then
watches as Jack's hole slowly collapses on itself.
"Do it, man," Jack says, reaching up to latch onto Ray's large,
rigid nipples. "Make me feel it."
Ray takes aim and slams forward, impaling Jack on his meat all
the way to the balls. He backs out and rams in again, setting up the
steady rhythm of a gut-pounding fuck, with each forward thrust inching
Jack ever closer to the headboard.
Jack chokes on his breath. It feels as if his insides are being
shoved aside and completely rearranged to allow Ray's massive cock to
reach farther and farther inside him. And for a moment Jack imagines the
huge log of meat punching through his chest cavity and on up through his
throat, farther with every thrust until that great ball of a cock head
slams out of his mouth as it begins to shoot its load.
Jack reaches down to his cock, holding it upright to slide along
Ray's sweat-slippery abdomen. With his other hand he reaches below
himself to latch onto Ray's balls. He pulls back on the thick, solid
globes in their sac, and Ray begins to moan, his voice rising with every
thrust of his cock. Ray's body arches forward, now bending over Jack's
impaled body. His head begins to drop, his eyes close, and his moans
increase in volume.
Jack is holding back, pacing himself to hold off for Ray. But
this is too much. Ray's chin is just inches above Jack's cock, and his
mouth hangs open as he gasps for air. Jack knows what will happen, and
he tries to hold perfectly still. It will be only a matter of seconds.
"Fuck!" Ray cries out, slamming forward, his mouth now wide in a
silent cry as his load blasts deep inside Jack's hungry hole. Ray's face
jerks downward, and Jack's cock pops right into his mouth. Ray is so
caught up in his own orgasm that he is oblivious to the mouthful of come
he is sucking down his throat, and still he slams into Jack's ass as
Jack keeps on shooting down Ray's throat.
Their bodies continue to rut against each other until both run
out of steam. Ray suddenly falls forward, losing Jack's cock as his
forehead slaps against Jack's belly. He continues his fucking motion,
inching his face up the front of Jack's body until his mouth crashes
hard onto Jack's. Still fucking away, he gives the man on his back a
mouth full of his own come. With a final thrust Ray slams against Jack's
ass and collapses.
A big hand thumps onto the bed beside them. "Uh-oh," gasps Jack,
trying to catch his breath. "It looks like we have company," and both
Jack and Ray start laughing. "Come on. Let's give the poor fucker a
hand." Jack and Ray untangle themselves and climb over the bed to give
Big Dude an assist. They sit him on the edge of the bed, and while Ray
props him up, Jack helps him get dressed.
"Man, what the fuck happened?" Big Dude groans, dazed and holding
his head with both hands.
"You just lost a bet, my friend," says Jack, buttoning the front
of Big Dude's shirt. "So are you gonna give Ray the six months, no
interest? Or am I gonna have to take you for another four-hour spin
around the bedroom?" Jack slips Big Dude's arms into his leather jacket
and gives him a pat on his broad back.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You win. Just stay out of my face until you
pay up, little Ray," Big Dude says seriously. "And as for you, sweet-ass
white boy, I don't know how you did whatever the fuck it was that you
did, but if you stick around for a while, you and I could make some
serious cash."
Jack shakes his head and laughs. "Thanks, pal. But I'm moving on
tomorrow night."
"Fuck. Whatever, man." Still holding his head, steadied by Jack
and Ray, Big Dude stands and stumbles to the doorway. "Shit, man. That
was one amazing fuck." He disappears through the doorway, and after a
minute the front door slams.
Jack pulls Ray into the bathroom for a shower.
"Fuck, man. This was a fucking unbelievable night," says Ray,
letting Jack take charge to scrub the both of them down.
'Yeah, well, I'm glad you got a bang out of it," Jack says. "But
right now I think we could both use some sleep. So how about we get back
to bed, and then later, if you're gonna be around this weekend after
all, maybe we could go another round or two —what do you say?" Jack
kneels in the shower to lather up and rinse off Ray's still-impressive
cock.
"Sure, man, whatever you say," Ray says, grinning sleepily, his
back against the shower wall. "You saved my life again, so I owe you,
man. I owe you."
Jack smiles and leans in to take the stiffening shaft of dark
meat into his cock-hungry mouth. Sleep will have to wait. THE END |
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