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My Man's Thug Lover
Chapter2


It'd been less than a day since I first encountered D-Money.

After that first meeting where he took my manhood in front of my man, butt fucking me and shooting his cum-load deep inside my once one man ass, he kind of moved himself in with my boyfriend Jman and myself. After falling asleep ontop of me, D-Money got up and left sometime during the night. I woke up the next morning to get ready for work. Jman had been sleeping next to me all night, but was unsure where we stood at the moment after I'd caught him cheating on me with his lover thug. I told him "we'd discuss our future together once I got back from work".
All during work, I found my mind wandering back to events from the previous day. My asshole was still a little numb from the workout D-Money had given it, but my pride is what suffered the most damage. I couldn't phone the police about what happened, they'd have to make a report, and then my ordeal would be made public record. I sat behind my desk, and wondered how I got myself into such a mess. I became acutely aware of my own asshole. I felt every pout and pucker it made all day, something I was never aware of before until now. What did they do to me? Upon entering my house, my nose was greeted with the smell of dinner being prepared in the kitchen. Jman wasn't one to slave much in the kitchen, so I figured this was his way of trying to make up. I still loved him, but if he thought the way to my heart was through my stomach, he was living a dream. I hung my blazer on the coat rack, and placed my briefcase on the floor. I walked into the livingroom, and to my utter surprise, found D-Money laying on my couch, watching a Simpsons cartoon."What the fuck....?" was my first reaction, seeing my assailant resting on my furniture like he owned it. "Wuzup B?" he asked brightly, propping his feet up in the arm-rest."What are you doing here? Where's Jman?" I asked, looking towards the
kitchen for answers."Yo, he inna kitch'n making' us something to eat. come here....." he gestured for me to come to him, but remembering our last meeting, I kept a safe distance."çome here." he said more insistent, the tone of his voice startling me. I went over and stood near him at the couch. D-Money sat up, allowing me space to sit on my own furniture. Once I sat down, he placed his arm around my shoulder. "I live here now B." he said smartly, his eyes still on the tube. "So you just better get used to me being' here, sharing' your life....and your man." I pulled away from him, and looked at him like he was crazy. "Yo Jman!" he shouted loudly, "Where's my beer?"

Jman came out of the kitchen carrying one of my imported beers. His eyes widened when he noticed I was home. he handed D-Money the beer, then stood near us, searching my face for a reaction. D-Money popped the top, and guzzled the beer til it was half gone."Dinner ready yet?" he asked him with a loud belch. "Not yet." he said, his eyes rapidly moving back and forth from him to me and back again."That's one sexy ass man we got there B." he said as he dismissed him back into the kitchen.

"Can't wait to get back up in dat ass tonite." he added, watching his ass shake as he disappeared through the kitchen door. I went to get up from the couch, when D-Money's hand grabbed my arm, and pulled me back down in my seat.

"Where da fuck you goin?" he asked me after taking one more swig of beer before and wiping his mouth on the back of his arm and crushing the can in his fist. "I just got in from work-" I said sarcastically, "-I could use a shower." "I agree-" D-Money said, grabbing me by the back of my head, and pulling it down to his crotch."-right after you suck my dick." I tried to pull my head up from his grasp, but D-Money was determined to show
me who was King of the castle. "Suck it." he said insistently.

I could feel the thickness of his dick through his sweats, the head pressing me in the face. I tried pulling away, but D-Money had a death grip. He stood up from the sofa, and pulled me onto my knees in front of him, then pulled out his stiff dick. He slapped it across my face like a crowbar, then pressed the swollen head up to my lips. The fat tip smearing pre-cum against them like lipstick. "Here you go babe, suck on it for me. You looked like you liked the taste of it when it wuz comin' outta your boys ass last night, see if you can make it cum now." I knew to resist would be pointless. So I simply closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting him slip it inside. The head was big enough to fill my
entire oral cavity.

D-Money fed me dick like a food group. He wallowed the head around in my mouth, getting the knob all juicy with my saliva, then forced more of it in. I felt the shaft slowly fit into my mouth, making me gag near the thick base. "humm-" he said, pulling back slightly. "-not used to throating big long thick ones' yet huh? You'll get used to it homeboi, thrust me." he said confidently, thrusting his hard-on further into my mouth, the tip hitting me at the start of my throat. "uuuhgg!" I gagged again, it was like trying to swallow a giant Jamaican banana whole. "Stop gaggin' muthafuka!" D-Money said, wanting to feel his dick submerged in some tight throat. I knew he didn't expect me to know how to deepthroat my first time sucking did he?

He took me by my head and began to face fuck me forcibly, punching his big dick past my restraining throat muscles. My gagging and teary eyes didn't seem to phase him any as he pressed forward, going deeper. "Yeh, that's it babee-boi, thats how you sucka dick! Dayum!"Tears streaked down my cheeks, soaking themselves in my t -shirt. D-Money was relentless with his thrusts, he tilted my head backwards with his huge hands, putting pressure on the back of my neck, and pumped in and out of my mouth like it was new ass. "Yeah bitch, take dat dick!" he touted, thrusting wildly. I held my mouth open, and just let him fuck it like he wanted, hoping it would make him cum soon, and end my torment. I wasn't disappointed.

Sure enough, D-Money couldn't stand feeling his over-sized dick punch down my
throat any longer. He threw back his head, and started to tremble all over. I felt his dick
grow thicker and harder in my mouth, saliva slipping out past my lips in rivers, dripping down onto my work shirt and tie.

"Awe shit boi, here it cums! I'm gonna cum!"D-Money had me by the back of my head, he thrust himself ball deep into my throat, holding my head captive while his balls slapped against my lips and he dumped load after thick chunky load down my throat. His dick jumping and spitting like crazy. I couldn't taste D-Money's load, as most of it poured down my throat like faucet water, until he pulled back and let the rest of it land on my tongue. The fat head pumping out steady free flowing semen like goo. It took all the strength I had not to vomit it all back up in his crotch. I remained on my knees looking up at my assailant through tear stained vision, his dick shrinking in my mouth. He looked down at me, and pat me gently on my head."You did good work B-" he complimented. "-now swallow that cum." he commanded, removing his dickhead. I closed my mouth and swallowed. (Gulp). "Now go upstairs and take that shower." He then tucked his spent dick back into his sweats, and sat back down on the sofa, as if nothing just happened. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and slowly rose to my feet, when I spotted Jman peeking his head out of the kitchen door. "He witnessed the whole ordeal" I thought to myself, feeling even more violated. I hung my head in shame, and made my way up the stairs to the bathroom. That's when I noticed I had a boner in my shorts. I was shocked at myself. No way could I have liked what just happened to me.

In the shower, I felt the warm water soothe all the dirt and grime off my body from the long day. I could still taste the residue of D-Money's cum in my mouth, and wondered why I hadn't yet washed it out with toothpaste. My dick was still rigid, as I soaped myself up. When I finished showering, and drying myself off, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and ventured into the 1st bedroom but I was stopped at the door."Sorry B-" D-Money said, placing his hand on my chest, stopping me cold. "-this's my room now babee. Your room's down there." he informed me, pointing down the hall. I saw Jman laying back naked on my king sized bed, waiting for his lover to give him the fuck of his life. I heard him laugh as he slammed the door in my face, seconds later, I heard him jumping on the bed. I silently walked down the hall to the 2nd bedroom (my new room) where my clothes, my suits, my shoes, my underwear, and all my personal items were shattered all over the floor and bed. I picked up two big arm fulls of clothing, and hurled them onto the floor, then laid down.

As my head hit the pillow, I recalled how D-Money had just took oral control over me, how he forced me to take his enormous dick down the back of my throat, and mouth fucked me to orgasm. I felt my dick spring a tent in my towel, as I began to hear the bedsprings from the 1st bedroom go wild, and my boyfriend Jman's unmistakable groans as D-Money began to fuck the life out of him. It caused me to recall my encounter with the street thug last night, and my asshole was grateful that it didn't have to suffer the same stings it did the night before. I opened the towel, and began to stroke my dick to the sounds of their love making. It lasted about 20 minutes. I shot a huge load of pent up cum all over my flat stomach. It felt like I'd been holding that particular load in me for years. I let out a loud moan when it finally came out, a second later, I heard D-Money's moans as well, knowing we both just came at partially the same time, made me feel strangely content. Like I'd just gotten him off myself. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I awakened to Jman sneaking into my room completely naked. I sat up in king size bed in the middle of a cluttered room, waiting to hear his explanation for coming into my room at this late hour, when he suddenly, unexpectedly threw me back on the bed, and straddled my face."D-Money gave me a message for you-" he said, smashing his wet sperm reaked ass onto my face."-he says he "knows you like the taste of his cum", so he wants you to "eat it out of my ass" everytime he fucks me."

Jman began to rub his asshole on my face, my lips and nose were smeared in his juices. I was tempted to push him up off of me, slam him to the ground, and throttle him good for choosing his thug boyfriend over me, but I thought better of it. I didn't want to chance Jman reporting I went against his wishes, so I allowed him to smear my face with his asshole. Instinctively I licked, my tongue tasting the lips of his hole. After one lick, I took another. Suddenly I was wrapping my hands around his spread thighs and pulling him down onto my upturned face, wallowing in his Ass. Jman began to groan, rotating his hips on my face. I licked at the lips, sucking and dipping my tongue in his opening to get at the flavor."UH!" Jman moaned, getting into it. he'd always did like my oral loving, bouncing his ass up and down on my erect tongue like it was a tiny dick. I'd always enjoyed Jman's ass, its smell, its taste, its look. Jman had the prettiest trimmed pubic area I'd ever seen. From the first time we made love, I'd been in love with the look of his ass.

"Oh yes Brandon, eat it! D-Money wants you to eat it!" He heaved, his perky Nipples as he rode my face harder. I sealed my lips to Jman's, and sucked his hole hard as I'd ever had, causing his voice to quiver lowly. He bit his bottom lip to keep from yelling too loud, we didn't want to risk bringing D-Money's wrath down on us.

I knew D-Money had fucked Jman good, his pussy smelled as though he'd been in him for hours. There was an erotically funky scent, that rose my loins to heights I never before knew I had, til last night. I felt something liquidy start to seep out of Jman and into my mouth. I instantly knew it was D-Money's cum load. The still warm sperm (undoubtedly kept warmed by Jman's insides) trickled into my open mouth like a slow stream. I willingly engulped the amazing fluid, feeling it run along my taste-buds and form a puddle on the back of my tongue before swallowing it down without a second thought, my hungry lips sucking for more."UH, UH, OH, Brandon..." Jman moaned reaching orgasm, his strong thighs squeezing tightly as he began to tremble all over like a frightened c***d in a thunderstorm. I held on tight to his thighs, following his hips as he bucked wildly on my face, ignoring my need to breath. Eating ass was always one of my favorite past-times, so my dick was brick hard and standing stiff above my belly.

Jman's breathing began to turn to normal as his orgasm subsided. He continued to let me lap at his swollen snatch until he regained enough strength to climb down off my face. I followed him as he rose his left leg to un-straddle me like a horse. My lips remained sealed to his sweet tasting cunt as I tried to drain him of every drop of D-Money juice. He
yipped playfully as our lips parted ways with a loud smacking sound. I licked my lips, my eyes running up his perfectly nude body with wants desires. Jman smiled innocently, as if he still held feelings for me. The look only lasted a few seconds at best, when we heard D-Money clear his throat from the doorway. Jman spun around stunned.

"Good job babee, now get back to the room." he ordered. Jman broke camp, running past D-Money without giving me a second glance. D-Money watched his ass jiggle down the hall, then he turned to me with a grin."Yooooweeee B, thas shure alotta man." I didn't answer, I just remained on my my elbows watching this man that came into my life and home, and took over."So how you like the taste of my nutt?" he asked flatly. I instantly felt ashamed."No need to answer sweet-pea, I can tell you liked it from da way you was eating' our boy out. Was not just' ass you was tasting' was it B?" he asked smugly. The snot sure had balls."Take care of dat ole'head-" he said, referring to my erection."-we'll hookup tomorrow."And with that, he turned and walked out the door. After jacking off again, I fell off to sleep, feeling my life's essence drip off the sides of my stomach onto the sheet.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and breakfast. I groggily got to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. It's a wonder what a shower and a shave could do to pick up one's spirits. I was in the midst of shaving when D-Money walked into the bathroom to take a piss. He was wearing my favorite black silk robe. He walked past and grumbled a barely audible "Good morning", opened my favorite robe, and began pissing in the toilet while I stood there shaving. After a long piss, he shook his dick off the last few drops, flushed, and smacked me on my nude ass as he exited back into what was now his bedroom. It didn't take me long to get dressed and head downstairs. Thats where I found Jman in the kitchen cooking D-Money's breakfast as if she was mother of the year. The sight of his nude, except for Jays and an apron, was an exceptional sight. I still found him attractive."Brandon" He said with a gasp (which I never understood, I mean, I did still live there).

The apron barely covered his front, his nipples were visible through its sheerness, as was his genitalia. His ass was out in plain sight. Obviously a request of his new lover.
I didn't say anything as I entered the kitchen, feeling like a stranger in my own home. "I...I've cooked breakfast..." He said nervously. I simply walked across the room towards the refrigerator, grabbing a carton of orange juice for my breakfast. I poured myself a glass, and downed it without a word. Jman couldn't take anymore.

"Why don't you answer me?" He asked, trying to avoid the grease that popped out of the frying pan in front of him."You act like you're the only victim here." He tried to whisper. I looked at him like he was crazy."Answer me!" He nearly screamed, punching me in my back with his fist as I turned away. I spun around and grabbed Jman by his arms, bringing him in close to my face."I am the only victim here, you brought this on yourself. I didn't bring D-Money in here, you did!" I testified, pushing him back out of my way."Fuck you Brandon!" He said, holding the back of his hand up to his face to hold back tears."Your friend's already taken care of that" I said, walking out the back door to my car in the driveway. I've never been so glad to go to work before in my life. I just needed to get away from the insanity in my house, if only for a few hours.

Work went well, as usual. I had a 9am staff meeting, and an 11am phone conference that lasted 45 minutes longer then I expected. Work had became my solace to save my sanity, now that Jman had changed up on me. I was able (at least for a little while) to forget what awaited me once I returned home,to a spare bedroom with an comfortable king sized bed, and another man's dick. I looked at my watch, and noticed it was already 1pm. I decided to head out for lunch when I got a call from the office's receptionist just a few doors outside my office."Yes Sally? "Brandon, there a young man out here at my desk that insists he's your roommate. He says his name is....one second please....". I heard her ask the stranger for his name again, then she returned."....he says his name is D-Money.Shall I send him in?" D-Money? I thought to myself. What's he doing here? "Send him in Sally."

A few seconds later, D-Money walked through my door, closing it behind himself. He stood in my office, wearing grey sweat pants, timberlands, and his hair
in a wild bush as he'd just taken out his cornrows.

"Whats up with that fucking' secretary dawg? Hoe acts like this her building n'shyt!" I didn't answer."Yo, you think she'd treat me any different if she knew you was my bitch?"
he laughed." Would she treat me like she do you? Or you like she do me? "I...I'm not sure." I said, not really caring."I am dawg, you know dem cracker as always looking' for any excuse to fuck us over." he said, looking around my office like his was considering moving in here too.
"So wassup B? "Work." I said coldly, feeling very uncomfortable having D-Money in my place of business."So I see B, you hanging dawg. Won't you hook a brotha up n'shit?" he had the nerve to ask. It took all my strength not to laugh in his face."You, want to work here?" I asked smugly."Yeh. What', your j-o-b too good for me or something'?" he guessed correctly."No, no.." I lied."...it's just, I'm surprised you want to...to"To what'? Work?" he asked, sounding insulted."I work all da time nigga, what' you talkin' bout? I bet I rack in money' D-Money then you do. Why you think mofo's call me D-Money n'shyt? I'm da man muthafuka! Remember dat!" he insisted, setting me straight.

"Okay." I said, trying to calm him down. Our offices weren't that big, I didn't want people walking by the door to hear him and get the wrong impression. I knew D-Money was referring to d**g sales."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."Upset me? You ain't "upset" me muthafuka. You think yur words mean shyt to me?"No." I answered."Damn straight!" he retorted. Sitting down in one of the chairs facing my desk. He d****d one leg over the arm, his crotch was in plain view of my sight. Just then, Daniel (one of my peers) tapped on my door and peeked his head in."Dave, you head out to lunch yet? Oh, I didn't realize you had company." he said, eyeing D-Money strangely."It's okay Daniel. No, I haven't had lunch yet. You go on ahead, and I'll try to catch up later."Cool." he said, closing the door."Who that?" D-Money asked, staring me down with his gangster brow."Your office boyee-friend?" Boyfriend? if I didn't know better, I'd swear D-Money sounded jealous."No, he's just a co-worker." I answered."Does he know about you?" D-Money asked, making my blood turn to ice."Know about what?" I asked."Know you one of my bitches. He know how good you suck dick?" he asked bluntly. I thought I'd pass out. Was D-Money threatening to tell my coworkers about what was happening at my home? I was paralyzed speechless. The look on my face must have been priceless."Dayum dawg-" he laughed gingerly."-you look freaked!"I was. No joke. I didn't appreciate D-Money coming into my sanction, disrupting my safe place."What are you here for D-Money?" I dared to ask. D-Money's smile dissipated. I was in the neighborhood, my dick got hard, and I thought you." he plainly stated."Jman told me where you worked, and I thought I'd come feed you your lunch."You hungry?" I felt a lump grow in my throat. D-Money couldn't be serious. Could he? "Here?" I asked, looking behind him at the door."Why not?" he asked."I'm at work." I answered.

"This is my place of business. There's no lock on the door, someone might come in."Then you betta git started quick then." he said, a lump now growing in his sweats. I knew I was in trouble. He pulled his dick out, it was already hard swollen."Lunch is served babee, come and get it."D-Money please" I begged, my eyes switching from him to the door. I was afraid someone would walk in at any moment while his dick stood proud and tall."You got 2 choices B-" D-Money offered."-you either suck my dick here, or out there." he said, pointing at the door behind him with his thumb as if hitchhiking. I knew better than to challenge D-Money. I knew he was ballsy enough to carry out his threat. I didn't need the reputation at work of being the guy who was forced to suck dick in the lobby receptions area. Was there no end to my torment? I wondered.

I got up from my desk. D-Money stretched his legs out in front of him. He allowed his sweat pant to come down his hips just above his thighs. His hard dick looked like a huge cooked sausage, just waiting to be eaten. I got down on my knees beside him, tilting my head forward to suck D-Money's dick into my mouth. But before I could get the fatty in my mouth good, D-Money pushed my head back by my forehead. I looked up at him."What's.?" I asked in frustration. I was eager to get my task over and done with."You ain't ask for it."Huh?" was my reaction."Ask for it. You want it right?" I couldn't believe this, here the man (and I use the word lightly) came into my office uninvited and unannounced, ordering me to suck his dick, and now he expected me to actually beg him for it. Could he truly be serious? "Please..." I began to beg, demeaning myself as I have many times in the past 2 days."...please D-Money, may I suck your dick?"

D-Money waved it back and forth in front of my face before my eyes ominously. It looked so huge close up, like a giant brown leaning Tower Of Peeze. "Since you asked so sweetly babee, here-" he offered it to me."-suck it just right, and you'll get a nice juicy surprise at da end." Yeah, I know what the surprise is...I thought to myself as I popped D-Money's dickhead right into my mouth. The fat head filled my oral hole completely as I started to sink my lips down around the shaft. I figured if I could suck it hard and relentless, I could get D-Money to cum quickly. If I could get him to cum quickly, there was a chance I could pull this off before anyone entered my office."Yeah babee, you know you like it." Yeah right. I sucked D-Money's dick because he made me, not because I wanted to. I took D-Money's dick into my mouth, viciously attacking it with my lips and tongue. The shaft sinking into my opening, the head bumping the start of my throat. I backed up off it, letting my lips glide back up to the head before creeping down low on the shaft again.

D-Money's dick jerked in my mouth with excitement. I knew, despite his vast experience with blowjobs, it'd only be a matter of time before I made him blow in my mouth Especially after the session we had yesterday."Yeah, c'mon,boy show me how you like it yeah."D-Money's dick throbbed at the start of my throat. I knew to make him cum, I'd have to take him in my throat again but I hadn't yet perfected that skill. Try as I might, I continued to gag. D-Money took me by the back of the head, and forced it down on his upright dick. The head punched through my closed throat, ripping it wide as it burrowed inside. D-Money moaned when he felt my throat muscles clamp around his shaft, and my lips seal around the base of his thick root. He loved getting head."Damn nicca, you suck betta then Jman-"he complimented."-you suck like you like it. Like you want me to cum and-shit. You want my cum babee?" he asked stroking my hair, like I could just say "no" to him. I sucked harder. I was going to make this bastard thug wannabe cum if I had to suck his balls out through his dick to do it.

D-Money moved my head back and forth on his dick by placing his hand on my skull and guiding it up and down. His slime slicked dick traveled in and out of my mouth,pummeling down my throat time and time again. Gobs of spittle escaped my sucking lips and gathered in D-Money's lap, soaking his crotch hair and balls which smeared my nose with the mass everytime D-Money would make me take him in whole. His hard steely rod opened my throat with every forced plunge of my head, making me swallow his flesh like breakfast. He'd hold his full erection in my convulsing throat for a few seconds, letting me feel it pulsate down inside my gullet, before raising my head up and letting me suck lewdly at the tip before being forced all the way back down on it again. I kept an ear cocked towards the door, fearful that someone would walk in at any moment and catch me in my most humiliating state ever. Somehow, the fear of it all made me suck all the more feverish. D-Money's hands were no longer needed to make me take the swollen monster into my throat, I'd take down myself, willingly swallowing his hard flesh until my chin touched his ball sack.

After a while, D-Money placed his hand on my forehead and pushed my head back from his crotch, causing his dick to pop out of my mouth with a loud noise. When I tried to re-capture it with my lips, he pulled it away, and stroked it with his right hand. I looked cross-eyed and lovingly at the glistening tool, wishing he'd let me suck on it just a little bit more. I just knew if I could suck it for 5 more minutes I could make it cum like fire-works. But D-Money had another idea. D-Money's dick looked so huge this close up, between his leg, watching him stroke it. I thought for a moment he was about to put me out of my misery and let me suck him again, when he pointed it at me, and started to cum all over my face and lips.

The first 2 shots caught me by complete surprise, erupting from his piss-slit and hitting me along my right cheek bone. The second shot got me on my forehead between the eyes, some even landing in my hair. The third and fourth shots landed long my nose and lips as I stick my tongue out to capture whatever nectar I could. The rest just seemed to freely flow into my mouth like thick honey. D-Money removed his hand, and I immediately
sucked the head back into my mouth, sucking out whatever cream was left inside.
"Awwww dayum muthafuka-" he sighed, falling back into his chair exhausted. His dick slowly turning to rubber in my mouth."-that shyt waz da bomb boyee, you get a gold star for that one." Strangely enough, I smiled. D-Money reached for the waist of his sweat-pants, and pulled them up, plopping his dick out of my mouth in the meantime. He stood up in front of me. I remained on my knees looking up, u*********sly awaiting orders. D-Money looked down at my face and laughed."You look funny with all that cum all over your face B." he said. Then he turned, and walked out of the office, leaving me to tend to myself. I got up from the floor, and walked over to the mirror near my book rack. D-Money was right. I had cum dripping all over my face, and my dick was brick hard, poking out a tent in my pants. There was a giant wet stain right where my dick head was from cumming without touching myself. I seriously needed to clean up.

Work went as usual. I managed to use some tissues in my office to spot clean my face, and I used my sports jacket to cover my crotch until I made it to the restroom to clean up properly. Dan (my co-worker) caught me at the elevator after work, and tried to convince me to meet with him and some others for drinks at a local pub. It was a weekly ritual for Dan and his peers to hang out together the last work night of the week, sometimes I'd join them, but tonight I couldn't.

I drove straight home. D-Money had called me on my cell to ensure so. I heard loud music in the background, but didn't think anything of it as D-Money tends to blast his video stations. When I got there, I hoped I was at the wrong house. There were a number of strange cars parked outside, on my manicured lawn, in my drive, on the curb, even taking up my neighbor's drive next door. And there was extremely loud music blasting out of the windows as if a hip-hop party was going on inside. I had to reassure my angry (mostly white) neighbors that my "cousin" was in town, and that I would "certainly put a stop to his rude behavior". This seemed to please the angry crowd if for just a moment, and I just prayed no one had called the police. Upon accomplishing that, I entered my home. There were "thugs" everywhere, the place was packed with men. They looked at me as if I was the one that didn't belong there."Excuse me." I said to two of them as I tried to make my way through the door. They'd look me up and down as if I stank, then ignored me as if invisible. When I squeezed pass, one grabbed my butt, and the other one shoved me inside.

Another thug walked past me drinking my imported beer, 2 more sat half dressed in my stairwell, and i found about 8 or 9 more in the living room, huddled around the couch watching Jman get gangbanged."Wazup B?" I heard D-Money's familiar voice call from behind. He walked up to me (his breath smelled stink with beer marijuana) and put his arm around my shoulder."Nice ass party man." he said in slurred toned."Jman's been keepin' da boiz busy n'all, but some of 'them 'are getting a little' restless waiting' they turn u'know-?" I couldn't keep my eyes off the scene before me. J (as D-Money calls him), was on the couch on his back, some big sweaty stranger was on top of him, slamming his dick into him so hard, his head was almost buried in the cushions of the couch. Serves him right, I thought."-I'm gonna need you to help out."Huh?" I said, not certain I heard correctly. But knowing I did."I'mma need you to help git sum of these niggas off B. U'know, use your Mouth n'shyt, like you did me earlier."

Just then I notice some of the men/boys looking at me funny. Some was nude, some half nude stroking their dicks awaiting their turn with Jman. Some had already went once, and was in line for seconds, some was still waiting for that first nut. Big Pooh (the one currently fucking him), was obviously holding everyone up."Yo Pooh, you big motherfucker, get your ass up and' give' us a turn!" one guy yelled."Yeah, you big black sweaty bastard, you stretching' the' hole all outta shape n'shit!" another complained."Shut up you fuk'n faggots-" Pooh said never missing a stroke, his feet dangling up near his head."This ass too good to be wastin' cum'n too quick! B'sides-" dude added smiling down at my boyfriend."-I think the' bitch likes me. ain't dat shit right babee?" Jman didn't speak, he just continued to clutch onto Pooh's waist and let the big mammoth fuck his a hole."Yo yall-" D-Money yelled, getting everyone's attention."-my boi B here can take good care of yall if you can't wait for your turn at da puzzy. This brotha got mad skillz n'shyt too yall." he said, tightening his grip around my neck like we were friends."Awe, wuss this shit D-Money?" one of the guys protested."You tryin' ta bring in some fuckin' faggot? You tryin' ta make us gay n'shit?" he laughed."Yeh nikka, wheres th' puzy at? We don't want no gay boi!" the other one said."Naw, naw-" D-Money defended.

"-it ain't like dat yall, this muthafuka can suck a mean dick. You not gay if you letta nigga suck yur dick n'shyt, only if you suck his back?"He rite." one of them said."How you know this nicca can suck good dick D-Money?" yet another one asked? "You let 'em suck your dick? Waz he really any good?" D-Money patted me on the stomach."Muthafuka got a belly fulla my juice right now." he answered. I was so embarrassed."Damn-" one of the boys said."-that's all I needed to know."

He walked up to me, and quickly pulling his erect dick from his zipper. D-Money pushed me down to my knees, taking my briefcase from my hand. The stranger presented his dick for sucking. I couldn't help but look at it cross eyed as it bobbed before my face. I knew I couldn't resist him, not without serious consequence, so I closed my eyes, and opened my mouth. The stranger stepped forward, his dick head touched my moist lips
then slip inside. I felt my own dick start to rise in my pants.

"Oh shit yeh!" I heard Pooh cry from the couch area as his orgasm got closer. I heard the muffled cries of Jman also as Pooh pounded into him like the whore D-Money made him out to be.

He had been fucked by 5 guys so far already, not including D-Money whom pounded him before his company arrived, but Pooh was by far the roughest on Him to date. He pulverized his ass as if he was trying to ruin it for whoever came in line behind him. Jman could only lay there, and except the dick assault as others watched and waited. He was secretly relieved that I was there to share in his fate, and to cut him some slack.

Meanwhile, the guy at my mouth was digging his dick in deep. He pumped his hips back and forth, fucking my face with all the skill of a man twice his age. He was gentle, yet firm with his assault. I was able to take his dick in deeper with every push.

"See. whut I tell you?" D-Money asked, whispering over dudes shoulder and watching me feed off his dick."Yeah, yeah mudderfucka, you rite, he good." the guy said complimenting D-Money instead of me,(The cocksucker)."Dude suck dick like he likes it n'shit."I know. I think he do." D-Money agreed, watching me sink all the way down on
this guy's piece again and again.

I was beside myself. I heard them talking about me, discussing my dick sucking capabilities, and I started sucking harder. Dude could feel the difference in my sucking too as my throat opened up, and his dick head slipped inside."Damn-" the guy said, cutting himself off in mid-sentence."-he suck like a Hoover n'shit!""I trained my boi right!" D-Money took credit."Damn, this mudda taking' me into his throat!"

That's all the others had to hear. They gathered around us like a sideshow."Yo Mike, hows about giv'n anotha niggah a turn?" one said, stroking his thick dick just to the right of me. Mike (the one in my mouth), ignored his friend, and continued to fuck my face. His pubic hairs smacking into my nose. I could smell his crotch every time my nostril were buried in his brush. I felt my brain getting high from lack of oxygen as Mike gripped me with both hands by the back of my head, and rammed himself in and out of my mouth. I gagged a few times as he punched himself straight down my throat, backed out, then rammed back in over and over. I tried to keep my throat muscles open to allow him access on every shove."OH, ARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I heard Pooh yell from the couch, Jman yelled right behind him as Pooh filled his soggy hole with it sixth load of cum. Pooh grind himself into his snatch as his balls emptied themselves into him. Jman opened his legs wider, feeling Pooh's balls and crotch hair. He was relieved that the big man finally came.

Pooh climbed down off top Jman, and another man/boy whom had been standing by patiently waiting, took his place. He lined his average sized dick up to Jman's ass and slid inside easily. Jman realized that after the pounding his throbbing hole just took, this guy would be a piece of cake.

Mike watched Pooh's ass bounce up and down on Jman while he was climaxing inside him, and the show triggered his own climax which he allowed to pour down the back of my throat. He buries his throbbing dick meat down my convulsing gullet, and I felt his fresh nutt pump out and coat down my flooded throat like thick molasses, bring me to a similar climax in my pants without even touching myself for the second time today. I moaned around Mike's embedded meat as my boxers filled with my creamy load. I sucked harder on Mike's dick, trying to milk it of all it sweet precious baby juice."ARRH Damn!" Mike yelled, shaking off the affects of his climax."How was it?" Pooh asked, as he staggered over from the couch."Muddafucka rocks!" he answered, pulling out of my mouth. Pooh touched me gently on the top of my head, and swung his body around in front of me, taking Mike's place to the dismay of the crowd that had been awaiting their turns."Shut up you faggot ma'phuckas!-" Pooh bellowed."-theres plenty of' shit to go around!" Then he presented his slimy dick for me to suck.

I could still see the mixture of shiny juices from Jman's ass coating his semi-hard dick. From the ass juice Jman secreted while climaxing himself from Pooh's pounding, to the reminiscence of the five cum loads pumped inside him before him. Pooh stepped up, his hand still resting on top my head. I saw his lazy dick swing menacingly from side to side as it hung low, like it knew my fate, and taunted me. A large fat drop of semen formed at the head, the last of his load which had not been pumped up into my boyfriend. I swallowed hard, gulping down the last residue of Mike's load from my throat, then quietly opened my mouth, and allowed the fat round head of Pooh's dick to enter, immediately tasting the cum drop. Pooh fed me more dick, and my mouth was filled instantly with his uprising manhood. The mixture of sex juices surprisingly tantalized my taste buds, and made my already spent dick stiffen again in the confines of my underwear. Jman on the other hand was just filled with his seventh load of cum, and the eighth was working its way inside him.

D-Money was called over by a small group of guys that complained Pooh was "hogging' all da fun". Pooh explained to D-Money that he just wanted "dude"(meaning me) "to clean off" his dick, but that my "mouth felt so fuk'n good" that he "hadda let me finish the job n'shit". D-Money laughed, saying that he understood, and told the fellows that they'd either have to just wait, or fight Pooh for me. At 7'0" and 320 lbs of non-fat muscle,nobody was willing to risk serious injury no matter how good the blow-job.

Pooh continued to fuck my mouth for the next 20 minutes. He'd already cum once, so he wasn't in no rush like some of the others. I knew the man was nearing climax when I felt his dick pulse every time I buried it in my throat. Pooh's dick had managed to open my throat rather well as I pressed my face towards his sweaty pubs, tilted my head back, and
then sank that fat fucking prick like it was the Titanic. All the guys in the room encouraged me on, complimenting on my "madd skillz", and congratulating D-Money on the find. "Dis the bess gangbang party ah been to" one guest expressed while eating up my patee.

By now, two guys had Jman on his hands and knees on the couch, riding him
at both ends."Yo dawg-" one eager guess yelled, getting D-Money's attention.
"-ya boi take it at both ends too?"Uh-oh, I know where this was going.

D-Money hesitated. I half suspected he had wanted to keep my asshole soley
for his own usage."Why nigga? Ain't Dee enuff fer yur ass?" he asked.

"Maan, every time I look up, sum new nikkas on dat bitch! And Pooh don't look like he wanna give' nobody a shot at home boy mouth, so only hole I see available is da nikka's ass! Wussup wit' it?" D-Money looked as if he was thinking it over. I was seriously hoping he'd spear me.

"I ain't done breakin' em in down there yet Slim." he finally said. I felt relieved and allowed my jaw to relax, Pooh took advantage and sank himself in that much deeper then began to fuck me faster."-you know how dat shyt be dawg." D-Money's friend didn't respond, he just looked disappointed that he wouldn't be shoving his dick up in my ass tonight.

Pooh was reaching his second climax. He held my head with his huge hands, and pounded away at my open throat like a possessed. His huge tree trunk thighs slammed his pelvis into me repeatedly, his large low hanging balls slapped my chin then drew up tightly in their round sack. I did my best to keep my throat open, to let Pooh fuck it as hard and deep as he needed to get him off, and it worked. Within a matter of minutes, he was white-washing my throat with this thick salty load. I gagged off the deluge as it clung to my tonsils before sliding down to mix with Mike's and D-Money's in my belly. The big bull just stood there for a moment, trying to regain his whereabouts.

"So...?" D-Money asked, as Pooh's fat dick deflated in my mouth. Pooh smiled lazily."Kick ass party playa." he said, slapping hands with D-Money. D-Money beamed. I think he really wanted to impress Pooh. I got the feeling Pooh was a big man around this circle, in more ways than one. He put his large hand on D-Money's shoulder, and walked him into the kitchen."C'mere." one guy said to me, pulling me up to my feet by my arm.

"Take dis shyt off." he ordered, pulling at my sports coat and tie (which I totally forgot I was still wearing). In a moment I was completely naked like Pooh, and Jman, and a couple of other brothers were around the house. This new guy Slim (as D-Money called him), pushed me back down onto the carpet on my hands and knees. He called to anyone who wanted a blowjob to step forth, bringing up a young boy who couldn't have been no older than 18. The boy (Junior) was pushed forward by a small crowd of guys that laughed this "might be his first blowjob". The boy cursed them all with an experienced tongue lashing, but allowed himself to be forcibly placed in front of me. He unzipped his faded blue jeans, and hoisted out his limp dick which dangled before my nose. The fellows laughed that I may be too much mouth for his "lil' pecker", but those comments were met with a rather sten looking fore-finger."Suck it muthaphucka!" the boy ordered. I complied.

I wasted no time taking the limp sausage into my mouth, and sucked on it lovingly until it started to rise and grow. I felt Slim rub 2 greased fingers up and down my ass-crack. He'd gotten a jar of vaseline from the medicine cabinet upstairs, and was anointing it to my exposed smooth hole. I heard jokes of how Slim "preferred ass over dick cuz his pee-wee was so small" and how he acquired "a taste for fuckin' niggas cuz he was born in
jail", meaning his mom was a convict.

Slim ignored the tauntings, and eased his greased dick up to my vulnerable asshole. I felt him press himself into me, the head of his straight skinny dick nudging its way inside past my angry sphincter muscle. He ignored what D-Money said about not being done breaking me in, and tried to ram himself into me ball deep, but only succeeded in planting it half way. I almost screamed from the rough entry.

Slim burrowed his dick into the tight sleuth of my asshole until my muscles nursed the wood hard root of his organ. Totally embedded in the steamy hot confides of my hinney, Slim gripped me up by my hips, and grind himself deeply within. His churning meat caused me some major discomfort, but I was rather glad his dick was on the...slim side (no pun intended),and not one of those big whopper dicks like Pooh or D-Money's were (although I knew it was just a matter of time before I was filled with the likes of those two also).

Slim started to pump himself back and forth, using his hands to spread my ass-cheeks wide so he and others could have a clear view of his dick moving in and out. I felt like a cheap whore as men walking past stopped to checked me out as I was filled from both ends with strange dicks. Slim was pumping at a good rate now, dividing the focus of attention from those who wanted to fuck Jman, and curious to see a man get taken. Some had never witnessed a guy get fucked before, while some had seen, and participated in it, rather behind bars or late at night for trade in some school yard or
dark alley by desperate d**ggies. The young 18 year old was ramming my face pretty wild, grabbing me by the ears as handles, and fucking with total abandonment. With lack of control, his dick slipped from my mouth just as his climax arrived, spewing fresh free flowing cum all over my upturned face and hair. I managed to re-trap the exploding boy/meat in time to gather the last few pumps of juice onto my tongue. I savored the honey
liquid, surprised by its natural nutty favor. It wasn't bitter or acidic as some of the guys from the night would be (I suppose due to his body not yet being polluted with chemicals from smoking and/or harder d**gs like the older boys). I gulped his juices down, then sucked at the shaft for more. The youngster's dick never went soft, and he stayed bone hard for another blowjob.

Jman was being pumped full of cum from both ends simultaneously.his throat was bombarded with salty juice, as was his now slack ass. She accepted the two loads, and waited still while two others moved into position to take their place. He glanced over at me as I was being so masterly fucked by Slim and the young 18 year old. He smile to himself with contempt before swallowing yet another dick.

Slim was having a good ole time ramming my tight hole. He commented on its grip to the men surrounding us."So why don't you hook a brotha up?" one asked, tired of watching and now ready to participate. To my surprise, Slim pulled out. The new guy (whose face I couldn't see) got on his knees between my legs and aimed his dick to my hole. Slowly he pushed in, sinking his sizable wood in with one long slow sliding shove. I was again filled to capacity back there, but this dick was a little thicker, and I felt my hole stretch wider.

Junior was again pumping my face wildly, signaling another fast approaching climax. Spurred on by comments made earlier by onlookers who enjoyed seeing my face sprayed with the boy's cum, Junior pulled his dick free from my suctioning mouth, and jacked himself off all over my face again. I opened my mouth impossibly wide,disappointed that I was missing out on his sweet nectar. Junior placed the still spewing head between my lips, and let me have the last of his cum, which I swallowed and gulped like it was the food of champions.

"You had enuff youngbuck." an older guy said shoving the still cumming Junior aside onto the floor, his dick still seeping the last drops of his climax onto his thigh. What a waste I thought."Fuck you Mace!" the spiteful teen said indignantly. The older boy took his hardon into hand, and shoved it into my throat in one swift move. My throat ballooned outward to make room for his thick slab. He wasn't gentle at all.

Meanwhile, the second guy in my ass suddenly unexpectedly pulled out, making room for yet another guy. This third man got down on his knees behind me, and maneuvered his big dick into my hole as well. I felt my asshole stretching to make room as the length of his dick tried to straighten out my twisting colon."Ummmm-" he swooned with delight."-he's tight.""Yeah, I know." said Slim, whom was fisting his dick in anticipation of re-entry."He's way tighter than that bitch over there." the third guy added, indicating that he'd already fucked Jman. "His ass all broke in." "Shit nikka-" Slim said, realizing the guy had already achieved one orgasm to his zero. "Give somebody else a chance to nutt!"

The guy ignored Slim, and kept his dick see-sawing in and out of my clinging ass. Jman was riding Mike's dick as he laid on the couch beneath him while sucking on another guys dick when a third one moved in behind him. Dude rubbed his dick up and down his ass-crack, then tried to enter his ass like they were doing mine. Jman had never succumb to so much anal sex (at least not like this), but seemed to gladly let this new man enter his tight hole. Many of the guys that fucked him doggy-style had fingered his ass while they fucked Him, so he was already kind of relaxed back there when the man entered. Finally filled with 3 hard throbbing pricks, Jman got wanton. He bucked and fucked the two dicks in his front and back doors, and sucked like a demon on the one in his mouth. His nipples were pulled twisted pinched and sucked as the 3 men held onto his bucking body and rode him like a carnival ride. I felt a tad jealous that he never lost such control when I fucked him.

I felt the guy in my ass gripping at my hips. He was pumping faster listening to the moans and groans coming from the four people on the couch, not to mention the hellifying job my asshole was doing on his naked dick. He was ramming himself inside my clutching hole, getting closer and closer to orgasm. His grip grew tighter as his dick pumped harder, I moaned around the ramming mouthful of dick I had lodged in my throat. The guy at my head was fucking my face just as fast and furious as the one in my ass. I later found out that the two were blood brothers, not twins, but close together in age.They both looked alike, had similar builds and dicks, and fucked alike.

My asshole was being rubbed raw, as was my throat. I held my mouth open and let the suckee fuck it as he saw fit. He matched his brother's hips shove for shove as he fed my straining asshole more meat than the FDA allowed. "Fuck that motherfucker dawg!" Mace told his brother as he went into hyper-drive, power fucking my hole like he was a jackhammer and my ass a side of concrete. Mace picked up the pace as well, using my mouth in the same manner. I felt the dick in my ass grow bigger.

"I'm close Mace..." the brother said, unable to resist the contours on my inner hole any longer."Shoot your shit Man! Fill that bitch up with your cum n'shit!" Mace ordered. His brother's grip on my waist was excruciating. His nails dug deep into my skin. I feared he'd draw blood as he fucked me into a stupor.

"I'm close Man....I'm gonna....uh...uh...Oooooooooooooooooo!!" he yelled, losing the fight of dick vs ass. He rammed his dick inward, keeping it firmly planted in me as his balls churned jumped and pumped spurt after hot gooey spurt of his high protein resin deep into my body. His older brother Mace unloaded at the same time, shoving his dick forward and letting go a thick rich burst that coated my throat like white Pepto-Bismol. It coated, soothed and relieved. I heard the two brothers laugh and slap each others hands as they pulled their thick satisfied dicks from my orifices. Slim wasted no time climbing in the saddle Mace's brother had just vacated. He slid his already pulsing dick up into my hole which was warmed over by the Brother's dick juice. Slim sank in ball deep, then resumed his fuck. Another guy that had already fucked Jman earlier, got on his knees in front of me, and made me suck his dick to full erection. He'd never had a guy suck his dick before, but after watching me suck off 4 so far, he couldn't resist the opportunity to try.

The new guy allowed me to suck him at my leisure while he watched Slim's dick saw back and forth out of my ass. Slim leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of my body, rose up onto his tippy-toes, and did push-ups in and out of me. His long slim dick fucked my butt easily, sliding back and forth well lubed by Mace's Brother's cum. I could feel his head next to mine, his breath on the right side of my neck and shoulder as he pumped in and out un-interrupted. Junior's cum was drying on my face, and the new guy's veiny dick slid over my swollen lips. I found myself wondering how his cum would taste in my mouth. I could feel my own hardon banging into my belly every time Slim's dick fucked into me. I was so fucking hard that I felt another climax without touching myself was immunate.

"Yeh babee, dats it......I'm gonna cum." was all Slim whispered in my ear before I felt the scolding hot spurts from his dickhead jet off inside me. He pressed his head close to mine, and I could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest against my back. He wrapped his skinny arms around me, and hugged me tight as my asshole sucked out every ounce of his ball-juice his dick had to offer. I could actually feel it jump and jerk inside me.

Slowly he regained his composure, uprighted himself, and pulled out of my now double loaded ass. The second guy that had fucked me earlier stepped up. He re-inserted his dick, feeling my now wet hole swallow up his heavy equipment easier. I felt instantly stuffed once his dick was wholly embedded, and secretly dreaded the moment when he would remove it from my sloppy depths. He started fucking me hard almost immediately, slamming the backs of my thighs hard with his pelvis as he watched my tight butt cheeks
dance up and down on his thick joint. He was so stiff, he could have picked me up off the floor without using his hands. (Already an expert) I could tell by the way his dick throbbed, that he was ready to dump his nutt.

A quiet fucker, the second guy came in my ass without whispering so much as a peep. It's like, one minute he was fucking me, the next he was pulling his softening dick out and walking away. My empty asshole was sorry to see him go. The guy at my mouth throbbing also, 15 minutes of heavy deep throating finally got his balls to produce another batch of thug-cum for me. His dick head ballooned on my tongue, and his cum gushed forth, filling my mouth with his tarty sperm.

After the last guy finished, I was left in the middle of the floor unattended for a few minutes. Jman was getting fucked yet again, his cum clogged body receiving its 11th or 12th loads of the evening. The guy on top withered and shock like he had mad-cow's disease as he came inside Him. Once he rolled off him, someone commented on how "fuk'd" his ass looked. My couch was ruined from all the cum stains that soaked into the
cushions.
.

"Yo, we should get his boyfriend to clean it, nigga luvs nutt anyway from the looks of it!" another guy said out of my eyesight. I couldn't quite make out who said what from my disadvantaged view from the floor. All I could mostly see looking up was dicks: hard, semi-hard, semi-limp, limp, baby, low-hangers, thick, slim, foreskins, cut, black, brown, beige, and yellow,most none of them had faces. None I recognized anyway.

The idea of having me clean Jman's cruddy ass with my mouth, seemed to go over well with the majority vote, and I was sent over on my hands and knees to feast on Jman's overused, over-stuffed, over-loaded hole. Slowly I crawled over to the couch where Jman awaited with spread legs. His smooth soft body was cover with passion marks in and around his thighs from before the fucking started. he reaked of cum. The smell was overwhelming, yet intoxication. His brush was wet and matted to his skin from the deluge. Dry, moist, or wet cum clung or dripped from most of his body. Theholel of his ass were permanently opened. It resembled a large "O" shape, and if it weren't for the fact that it was packed full of cum, I'm sure I could peer straight through it like a telescope. The crimson red crater housed the loads of half the men in the room. I could see a lake of silver/white sperm that packed him insides like a backed up drain.

"Do'n jus' stare at it, eat it asshole!" one guy said, shoving me in the back of my head. I crawled closer, maneuvering between Jman's spread legs, closed my eyes, and lowered my face into his smelly crater, much to the up-roar of the crowd of horny lustful men."EELLLL!! That mother fucker's nasty!" I heard a few say as my tongue made contact."Bitch-assed muthafuk'a, whut choice he got? If he don't do it, he get his ass beat!" another said."I dun care dawg, yall'd just have to beat my ass, no way am I eat'n no cummy shit like dat!" someone else said."You ain't no freak bitch like he is!" another commented."Yeah, you see how hard his dick's been the whole time we fucked 'em? He likes this shit." said voice number 5."This muh'fuck'a soft n'shit man, he be dyin' for some thug dick n'shyt, ya know?" number 6."I gots plenty right' here, for him and' his bitch." said number 7. "Yo man, pass me a beer...." 8.

I tried my best to ignore the comments made, and continued to devour Jman's hole. I sucked lovingly on his cum soaked, swallowing whatever liquids I found there, lapping at all the sticky cum clinging to his thighs and in or around the lips. I slid my tongue into his ass opening, and lapped at the creamy loads gathered there before sealing my entire mouth to the slit and sucking inward.

"Ooouuuunnnmmm....." Jman groaned, still receiving lustful pleasures from his demanding ****. I spread his legs wider, and buried my face into his, determined to get at all the tasty sperm he held within. With my nose buried in his snatch, my nostrils filled with the overpowering aroma of millions of uncountable sperms, which I wolfed down like a hungry aardvark

10 minutes later, someone smacked me hard on my ass-cheeks. "Fuck dat bitch!" he ordered. I pulled my wet sticky face up from Jman's crotch, and moved up until my
hardon kissed his hole. Jman opened his legs wider to accept me inside.

We looked each other in the eyes, at least for a moment, then I guided myself up into his loose snatch without having to aim it. The head nudged at his entrance, then slipped inside easily. I could definitely feel a difference in the lack of tightness of his ass. Jman usually hugged me snuggly around my dick, now, I could barely feel his walls as I moved in and out of him.

My dick was swimming in a pool of gangbang jizm. Every time I shoved forward, warm cum would flood out around the base of my deep rooted dick. Fucking him was like fucking a water-bed, but the knowledge that so many men had gotten off inside him, kept my perverted dick rock hard as I fucked him harder faster and rougher than I'd ever fucked him before. Jman grunted and groaned under my sexual assault. Normally I'm loving and tender with him, but I was so overcome with lust that I couldn't control my hips, and pounded his mushy insides relentlessly, spurred on by the group of d**g dealing street thugs that abused and m*****ed us."Go on old head, pop dat !" "Look at dat, tha old dirty bastard still got it in 'em!" "He bout ta git summa dis dick up in 'him." someone stated, watching my ass hump up and down."Fuck 'him good Pops!" "We shood make da muddafuk'r eat his own cum out of him after he nutt off in 'him."Ewwww, you a nasty muh'fucker!" Laughter.

I ignored the conversations around me, and focused on the event at hand. Someone came up along the back of the couch, and smacked me hard on the ass while I fucked. My butt-cheek stung from the impact, but then the hand turned gentle, squeezing my cheeks as I humped. A long finger found its way into my asscrack, pushing past my clenching sphincter and made way into my cum lined rectum, fucking me in and out as did I the same. Jman received the end of my fuck thrusts as I slammed into him harder. Another finger was entered, and my asshole was stretched even wider, giving the illusion that I was getting fucked while I was fucking. My dick grew harder as the fingers pressed deeper. Jman held onto my waist, his eyes glazed with lust as his passion. I still loved Jman, despite our ordeal. I wanted to make this the best fucking hes ever received by me. A third finger entered, and I lost my load. Jman felt its arrival when my dick swelled thicker, and I picked up the pace of my thrusts, rocketing my erection in and out of him at a dangerous rate. My asshole tightened painfully around the 3 fingers, as I blasted cum all inside my man's womb, mixing my essence with that of all the others that fucked him. Jman clinched his legs around my back and dug his nails into my sweaty skin as he too orgasmed for the umpteeth time.The men all applauded the show.

Jman and I were placed side by side on the couch with our knees in the cushions and our asses in the air as we leaned forward over the back rest. We were both being fucked royally from front and behind. Jman was being worked over by one of the twins, while Junior tried his hand at fucking hisass. He fucked his ass fairly well for a full 5 minutes until he popped his nuts off inside him. He was quickly replaced by another guy working on this third cum of the evening.

I was being fucked by Pooh (whom had sent D-Money on a mission somewhere), whom obviously never fucked a man before. He tore into my ass like he was used to whores with hollowed holes, not tight little man-booties like mines. I was literally screaming until another guy stuffed my mouth with his dick, silencing me instantly. Pooh couldn't believe how incredibly tight my well fucked asshole still was, even after being fucked by 5 other guys. He gripped my hips with his strong meaty hands, and shove his thick pelvis into me powerfully, causing my entire body to jerk forward from impact. I found myself pondering how Hookers could suffer through this ordeal daily/nightly, there was noway I could take dick night after night after night. Jman and I fucked and sucked each and every dick at that gangbang at least twice. Swallowing cum loads with our throats and private parts as if we were challengers for first prize at the cum guzzlers contest.

Many of the guys gathered around us after we finished serving the lot of them, jacking their dicks at our heads as they intended to drench our faces with their cum-loads. We sucked dick to help them along, but they all would pull out just before ejaculating, or they'd jerk off and step up just before orgasm, and spray our upturned faces with their seedy nector. I would extend my tongue and try to gather as much of the sweet sticky mass as I could, swallow, then extend my tongue for more. I looked over at Jman just as the last hard dick popped, painting his pretty features with fresh baby-seed. We had cum dripping wet off our chins, our ears, noses, cheeks, and foreheads. We had cum in our hair, along our necks, clogging our nostrils, and sealing our eyelids shut. There wasn't a place on our heads that wasn't covered with the rich salty bitter sweet sex juices.

I leaned over, and kissed Jman on his cum glued lips, tasting the sperms of 14 men. Jman kissed me back, our tongues intertwined like lost lovers. D-Money came back in the house from wherever Pooh had sent him."What the hell yall mofo's doing' in here?" I heard him ask the crowd as he pushed his way through."Yo dawg, we wuz takin' care of your peeps while you wuz out man." someone said."Yo, I'm back now, and I think yall niggas dun had about enough." D-Money proclaimed. "Yo man, don't be like dat..." someone else said."Yeh niggah, I ain't even getta chance ta bone yur boi yet." someone with a deep voice complained. "Tough shit nigga, them the breaks." D-Money answered sternly, he was visibly pissed about something."Yo dawg, why it gotta be like that?" the guy pleaded. He obviously wanted to try out my ass something bad. It only succeeded in pissing D-Money off all the more."Yo nigga step! I dun told you yall had enuff of my peeps."

Pooh saw the situation starting to turn ugly, and aided D-Money in getting the party guests out before an incident arose. Most of the men/boys left content and satisfied, having released their loads either in Jman or myself, or both, at least 2 times. But there were some that were angry the party ended, wanting to fuck the two of us until we fell u*********s. And then fuck us some more.

D-Money escorted my abused and battered body upstairs and into the shower, where I was allowed to wash off layers upon layers of filthy smelly cum. The hot water soothed my aching body parts, as my asshole yawned to release the loads of over 10 men. I could see the foamy silvery liquid as it washed away down the drain, leaving my innards empty once again.

Later, I toweled off, and bent forward to inspect my sore swollen anus in the bathrooms full length mirror which hung on the door. The anus looked puffy and irritated, the lips remained open slightly, as it would take several hours to regain its closed shape. I walked cautiously down the hall to my bedroom, where I collapsed my exhausted body onto my king sized bed, and drifted off quickly to s