The term boy is irrelevant of age. All characters are over 18.
Halftime LSU `Bama.
Da'Shaun adjusted his seated position, making his growing bulge now more obvious to Ian. The two sat in the living room of Da'Shaun's apartment waiting for the big game to resume after a first half that saw LSU trail `Bama badly. Da'Shaun's dick tented his shorts obscenely, making it impossible for Ian to pretend he did not notice it.
Ian didn't want to pretend. The next time Da'Shaun adjusted himself, Ian leaned down into Da'Shaun's crotch. Da'Shaun sat still, and nonchalantly, not wanting to stop Ian's own submission to his own horny desires. The fit, muscular Black man sat on the black leather sofa, with one eye on his 75-in television, while surreptitiously watching Ian as he slurped on Da'Shaun's rigid dick hungrily. Da'Shaun's dark, sinewy thigh muscles were spread apart and at last in response, he slid his `Bama jersey and wife beater t-shirt up over his rippled belly. Da'Shaun then kicked back, then glanced down at Ian whose lips were now only inches from the engorged head of his dick. Da'Shaun looked back up at the television, the television remote in his hand. On screen, the marching band began a salute to something or other. Da'Shaun thought to himself that he and Ian were having a halftime salute of their own. Ian's "salute" was showing proper respect to Da'Shaun's hard black dick with his pink, darting tongue. The glow of the large-screen television gave a deep blue shade to otherwise darkened the room. Da'Shaun loosened the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down over his thighs and down to his ankles.
Without Da'Shaun's usual urging, Ian wrapped his lips around Da'Shaun's dick and began an up and down motion with his mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Da'Shaun suddenly exclaimed "you Louisiana whiteboys sure can suck dick! You've become a damn good dick sucker Ian!"
Da'Shaun was certain he had seen Ian squirm and his round, ample ass wiggle some upon hearing that. And, in fact, acknowledging Da'Shaun's encouragement, Ian only sucked harder and with more gusto than ever before. Da'Shaun smirked with satisfaction. He had trained Ian well since the first time they hooked up while playing video games. Ian's wet now adept dick sucking mouth had been worth the wait. Da'Shaun remembered Ian's early resistance, complaints and whining that it was too big. Such passion, even if new found, had to be appreciated. And bustin' a nut down Ian's gullet was a passion of Da'Shaun's own.
Now today, always horny when around Ian, Da'Shaun's dick was hard thinking about Ian's mouth on his dick. While the song "Callin' Baton Rouge" opened the pregame show Da'Shaun began imagining his black dick jackhammering Ian's throat. Then, after the music of Garth Brooks' ended and the band marched off the field, instead of watching the kickoff, Da'Shaun ran his brown eyes all over Ian's body. Ian had been a jock in high school, and he built muscle doing time in the Army and while on deployment overseas, so Da'Shaun was liking what he saw in the whiteboy next to him. Ian had since put on a few pounds, only meaning he was thick in places but not beefy, and his thick, melon-round ass screamed fuck me to Da'Shaun, as if his dick and Ian's sweet, pink hole were magnetic opposites that had to attract. Da'Shaun's dick had become like the rare earth, neodymium, to Ian's magnetic hole. Image a steel bar, like a crowbar, so hard did Ian's ass make Da'Shaun's black dick.
Da'Shaun barely followed the first half after Ian got up for another beer, Da'Shaun had another opportunity to admire the whiteboy's big body and ass. Da'Shaun was convinced he had seen Ian's butt cheeks bounce. Ian could feel Da'Shaun's eyes on him as he went back and forth to the fridge, and it excited him. At 6'0 and 215 lbs. Ian had a gym honed, muscular body that both women and men admired. And honestly, Ian was quick to admit that he didn't mind the admiration of either sex. Ian loved the attention. Returning from the fridge Ian's cock swayed in his mesh shorts; Da'Shaun noted that Ian was free balling, offering easy access. Better yet, there would be no way Ian could conceal his horniness, not that it had been a problem their last few get-togethers.
Since they'd be hanging out together, Da'Shaun was loving breaking it off in Ian's tight white ass every chance he got. He had been a bit easy on Ian at first, but in subsequent get-togethers, Da'Shaun had ridden Ian's ass rougher and harder. Recently he began ignoring Ian's begging but only fucked Ian harder. Da'Shaun began to imagine doing just that and nodded to himself that it was some good ass. Da'Shaun then smiled to himself: he was intent on wrecking Ian's asshole before kicking him to the curb.
But he wasn't yet done with the Louisiana bred, redneck whiteboy, and he licked his lips as he admired Ian's meaty pecs and baseball like biceps. A few wisps of dark brown hairs showed from the collar of Ian's LSU booster t-shirt. One of Ian's pink-brown nipples pushed against the lightweight purple fabric of the t-shirt, probe-like, teasing Da'Shaun's restraint.
"Let's get this party started!" Da'Shaun said, turning and smiling to Ian, next to him on the sofa. As horny as he was, Da'Shaun knew what a big deal the game was to Ian so he decided his horny desires could wait -- at least until halftime!
Instead of pinching Ian's protruding nipple as he badly wanted to, Da'Shaun contented himself by running his eyes down Ian's body, down his chest to his waist and crotch. The whiteboy was hung, Da'Shaun admitted to himself, and laughed to himself that Ian would never use it again but to jack off on when instructed to do so.
The LSU marching band had taken the field and Da'Shaun increased the volume to cover the slurping sounds emanating from his crotch area. Da'Shaun looked down with pleasure, as Ian was sucking eagerly on Da'Shaun's dick. Da'Shaun was also enjoying Ian's greater enthusiasm for sucking dick. From their first meeting, Da'Shaun had been wanting to fuck Ian's face, but he hadn't wanted to kill the whiteboy though choking his ass out while he fucked him silly, had its appeal. But Da'Shaun chose restraint for the time being and had been taking it easy on Ian's throat while Ian learned to properly breath and relax his throat for Da'Shaun's dick assault.
It felt as if every nerve in Ian's body was twitching, as pleasing Da'Shaun had become intrinsic to Ian's being. He never felt as complete and fulfilled as when Da'Shaun was inside him, and to find that Da'Shaun felt similarly was almost too much for Ian. His dick, inside his mesh shorts was now rock-hard too and ached for attention. But Ian knew better than to even brush the mounding bulge with his fingers without Da'Shaun's permission. Ian knew that there was a part of Da'Shaun that only saw him as his bitch, a hole to unload or dump in when the mood arose.
Ian liked to believe it was more than that, but for the time being he was more than content to service the Black stud. Ian ran the tip of his tongue around the swollen purple head of Da'Shaun's dick. Ian then pursed his wet lips and kissed the head, then his lips parted, and his mouth was engorged with the knob-like head of Da'Shaun's big dick. Ian tasted the saltiness of Da'Shaun's pre-cum, and with his tongue swirling around the head of Da'Shaun's dick, Ian caved his cheeks creating suction on Da'Shaun's shaft. Ian felt Da'Shaun's hands on the back of his head.
The prickly short hairs of Ian's fade, tickled Da'Shaun's palms as he applied pressure to the back of Ian's head. It wasn't necessary as Ian slobbered and gobbled Da'Shaun's throbbing dick as if it he had been a sole castaway, and this was his first meal in days.
"OH FUCK!" Da'Shaun growled, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Da'Shaun couldn't help but exclaim as Ian's throat first relaxed and then constricted around his thick dick. Da'Shaun gripped harder, as if he would crush Ian's skull like a grape and thrust his lower torso against Ian's head. His flat belly smacked against Ian's forehead. Da'Shaun intended to meet Ian's eagerness with an urgency of his own. He then slammed Ian's mouth deeper again on his dick, until his stinking, sweaty wet pubes were shoved into Ian's bellowing nostrils. Da'Shaun held Ian's mouth and head there for a long moment, as Ian convulsed, Da'Shaun unable himself to speak but to only a growl as Ian deep-throated Da'Shaun huge dick. Da'Shaun began to yo-yo Ian's head on his dick, pushing it down until his lips covered the base of his dick, and then pulling his mouth back to the huge head.
Snorting, Ian turned beet red at the savageness of Da'Shaun's face fucking. Saliva, throat goo and pre-cum dribbled from his trembling lips and drooled down Ian's chin. His blue eye watered and tears began to run down his red cheeks. Yet Da'Shaun was relentless in pistoning his dick into Ian's mouth and throat. Ian could feel Da'Shaun pulling at. the short hairs on his head and now Da'Shaun was cursing him, mocking him, calling him names. It made Ian's body tremble again, excited, and he began sucking Da'Shaun's dick with new zeal. Da'Shaun released his hard grip of Ian's head and let him worship his dick like the humiliated dick sucker Ian had become. Ian surrendered to it, and he felt his own swollen member drool gobs of pre-cum. Ian thought he might be close himself and so Ian planned to milk the juice from Da'Shaun's nuts before the Tiger's retook the field.
Da'Shaun was thinking the same and he didn't hold back. With a staccato of expletives, Da'Shaun came, flooding Ian's throat and mouth with hot cum. It was like a week's worth of loads it seemed, as Da'Shaun buckled and bucked and shot again and again into Ian's mouth. It was so much cum it upped into Ian's mouth and Ian tasted the salty goo on his tongue . With Da'Shaun's dickhead still down his throat, Ian began to gulp hungrily, swallowing the thick gobs of cum Da'Shaun cum-laden balls spit inside him.
Da'Shaun began the slow retrieval of his dick from inside Ian's airway, and as it dragged down Ian's already wet chin it slopped ropes of cum until it plopped out semi-hard. Ian stuck out his tongue and Da'Shaun, with a laugh, rubbed the oozing head of his dick on Ian's tongue, when a spurt of cum rewarded Ian with another dollop of Da'Shaun's baby batter.
"Damn! You make a good bitch Ian!" Da'Shaun was now grinning with genuine satisfaction, flashing his white even teeth at Ian.
Ian blushed, and smiled sheepishly. The front of Ian's mesh shorts was soaked with his own load, and he glanced down at the stain, feeling suddenly humiliated in front of Da'Shaun.
"It's okay. Maybe next time I'll let you jack yourself off Ian." Da'Shaun explained, as he patted Ian on the shoulder affectionately, man to man, bro to bro.
Da'Shaun didn't tell Ian to clean himself off but instructed him instead to bring him another beer. Then, turning away, Da'Shaun pressed the remote and adjusted the volume on the television. The fans were cheering in the background as the Tigers and The Tide ran onto the field for the second half. "Next time" shouldn't be so long off, Da'Shaun was thinking. Da'Shaun and Ian had bet on the outcome of the game, with Ian betting he'd be Da'Shaun's slave for a day. Da'Shaun couldn't wait. It was time to train Ian to a new level. Master Da'Shaun was looking forward to getting into some freaky shit with "slave ian."