The sunlight awakened him. Ian squirmed, then kicked the white sheet to the end of the bed and slid his throbbing dick out of his tight boxer briefs. He closed his eyes and lay in bed fantasizing about being with Da'Shaun again. Ian visualized his tongue swirling over the fat purple head of Da'Shaun's big throbbing dick. Ian thought about the last time they had gotten together, and he imagined Da'Shaun again with the game controller in one hand, sitting back while Ian expertly sucked Da'Shaun thick black dick. Ian had never been one to enjoy eating pussy, but sucking Da'Shaun's cock was so much different. Maybe it was Da'Shaun. In Ian's fantasy, he felt Da'Shaun's hand on the back of his head and was giving Ian lots of attaboys. Ian greedily licked and sucked on the shaft and then took the length of it down his constricting throat. Ian felt his nipples tingle when he imagined Da'Shaun moaning in response then cursing Ian under his breath. Suddenly Ian's cellphone buzzed on the nightstand. The text message interrupted Ian's stroking. Ian opened his eyes.
Mornin stud. You awake?
It was from Da'Shaun. Lying in his bed, with his boxers briefs down around his ankles, Ian's dick now began to drool pre-cum. The message from the real Da'Shaun made him even hornier.
Ian began to text back. He fought the urge to text back that he was jacking off thinking of Da'Shaun and all the things he wanted him to do with together when he got back. Instead he began to peck out, NY never sleeps huh... early riser anyways up at the crack of dawn... gotta get my chores dun!
Da'Shaun quickly texted a reply. Ian stared at the screen.
lol ... I got some chores for you , Da'Shaun's text read.
Ian was now sorry he hadn't gone with his original text idea. He imagined the chores Da'Shaun might have in mind. He closed his eyes again. Then Ian trembled and he began to stroke faster until his dick sprayed his thick load all over his belly. With fingers wet and sticky Ian texted back, C U when U R back, and then headed to the shower.
Ian wanted to hook up with him Da'Shaun again. There was no doubt about that. That was the easy part. But the way forward with someone like Da'Shaun might be complicated. It wasn't something they had discussed. And Ian hadn't seen Da'Shaun for a while. They had left things on good terms after that first Saturday, texting back and forth, but Ian felt awkward and unsure since. Then he received a text from Da'Shaun that an aunt of his had died up in New York City and he would be gone for about a week or two. Ian felt dejected. And all he could do was jack off until Da'Shaun got back on Sunday.
When the day at last arrived he received another text from Da'Shaun that he would be back from New York City that afternoon. Ian spent over an hour excitedly preparing himself for the visit to Da'Shaun's condo. First he stood in front of the mirror, inspecting his physique. He had hit the gym hard the past two weeks and he thought he saw a difference already. He held up his arms and turned in the mirror while admiring his pale white ass cheeks.The thought that Da'Shaun would later notice excited him. He had ordered some sexy underwear from a website and particularly liked the way the black jockstrap framed his thick white asscheeks. He decided he'd wear the jockstrap for Da'Shaun's homecoming, underneath his tightest jeans.
That afternoon, in his jeans, jockstrap and tank top he sprinted over to Da'Shaun's door. Ian knocked hard. The door opened, but it wasn't Da'Shaun. Ian was both a bit out of breath from running and his excitement in seeing Da'Shaun again but the man who opened the door took Ian's breath away completely.
Instead of Da'Shaun, it was a huge black man, likely six feet, six inches tall, Ian thought. The man in the doorway dwarfed Ian. He was tattoo'ed and highly muscular, wearing just a wife beater and sweats. Ian blanched, thinking how the bull of a man looked so powerful and completely merciless and maybe even fuckin' evil. Ian wondered if he had maybe knocked on the wrong door. He double checked the number.
"Is Da'Shaun around?" Ian could barely get the words out.
The huge black man did not respond at first but just looked Ian up and down. Ian felt like a prized pig at the country fair back home.
"No. But he should be home soon. I'm his cousin Dre from New York. You must be Ian." Dre stated matter of factly.
Still speechless, Ian could only nod in response.
"Why don't you come in and wait for him inside?" Dre continued, swinging his huge, muscled arm and pointing towards the interior of the condo.
Ian entered, unable to resist the natural magnetism of the bigger man. He could feel Dre's eyes on him which made him both uncomfortable and highly aroused. Ian was still shy, but Dre wasted no time with making his interest in Ian known. He closed and locked the door behind Ian and as he did, he lightly brushed his fingers against Ian's ass. In response, Ian made a quick, nervous movement and Dre put both hands on Ian. One on his shoulder while the other slid down Ian's back until Dre cupped the round firmness of Ian's asscheek. Dre gave it a healthy squeeze. Ian couldn't make eye contact with his Dre but his body trembled in response. Ian did not pull away this time but instead tried to deflect as if he hadn't felt or noticed Dre's hand.
"NY huh?" Ian said almost rhetorically. "I'm from Louisiana myself ..."
Dre did not remove his hand from Ian's asscheek.
"I know," Dre smiled again, "Da'Shaun mentioned a neighbor, a Southern boy!"
Ian blushed. He wondered what else Da'Shaun had mentioned to his cousin. Dre noticed Ian blushing and smiled again, this time licking his lips. Damn Ian thought, even his tongue is huge. Dre looked Ian up and down again, this time more obvious, and hungrily. Dre smile as Ian's ass felt so good and so damn fuck-able. Dre cupped where the round cheek became his ass crack. This time Ian smiled back. Dre wondered if Ian could read his mind. Damn!... The good things I would love to show an eager newbie like you would be infinite, literally blow your mind! Starting with the safe wonders of some good damn kissin' nasty verbal and body jolting ass play...ending with some epic extra deep anal as you grab those ankles 'n let daddy break off all the bone you needed!
"I hope he said good things." Ian was teasing now.
"Yessir...believe it!" Dre answered.
Dre pulled Ian forward and hovered over him. "This ain't gonna sound Southern or neighborly but... you got one sweet meaty ass and I bet with the pertiest pink tasty rosebud! Doncha neighbor?"
He then broke into a huge grin and laughed. Ian stood frozen, suddenly feeling unable to move unless directed by the black hulk in front of him. Ian looked up and saw Dre smiled again.
"No reason to be nervous." Dre kept grinning. "I know why you're here."
With that Dre began to run his hands all over Ian's body. Ian felt like a slave at a slave market. Dre ran his hands up under Ian's tank top and pinched Ian's nipples. When Dre's hand slid down Ian's belly he found his jeans were too tight for Dre's big meaty hands to slide inside the waistband. Dre laughed at his own frustration. Ian shivered with excitement and the crotch of his tight jeans bulged. Ian's dick was throbbing in his jeans. He worried he'd pass out he was now so excited. Dre placed his big palm on the bulge in Ian's jeans.
"Holy crawdad you are hung pretty big... I just knew you hailed from Cajun Coon ass country... you boys are some good damn sex... wanna see my pipe?"
Dre already knew the answer. Dre untied the cord of his loose sweats and pulled them down to his thick, muscular thighs. His dick flopped out rock hard and already with a pearl of pre-cum stuck to the enormous head.
"You got my big ole leaky pole rockity hard now" Dre growled.
Ian's green eyes bulged and his jaw literally dropped at the sight of Dre's huge dick. Everything about it was huge. Not just the length but the girth as well, thicker than a beer can and twice as long. The head was the size of Ian's fist. Ian had never seen such an enormous dick before.
"Man!" Ian exclaimed, "just the head of that monster looks like it would fill my whole mouth alone."
"Let's find out, shall we?" Dre chuckled in response.
With that, Dre placed his two big hands on Ian's shoulders.
"Get down on your knees boy!"
As if in a trance, Ian quickly sank to his knees. He couldn't take his eyes off Dre's dick.
Dre gripped Ian's head in his big hands and guided Ian's mouth to his cum filled nuts. The huge dick pressed hard against his cheek.
"...big ole black musky man nuts hangin' always fulla baby batter!" Dre laughed.
Dre's nuts smelled and tasted of sweat and salt and vinegar, and Ian thought he had never tasted anything as wonderful before. Ian licked he rough surface of Dre's nuts with his tongue, gurgling up saliva, then swiping it away with his darting tongue.
Dre kept Ian's mouth firm against his nuts as he slobbered on them. Ian's nose was buried between Dre's sweaty thighs, and Ian struggled, but it was futile to fight the strong grip of Dre. Ian took one, then another of Dre's huge nuts into his mouth and licked and suckled them. Then Dre stopped suddenly.
Dre pushed Ian's head forward, grabbing the shaft of his dick and rubbed the gob of pre cum on Ian's lips.
"Taste it" Dre commanded.
Ian stuck his tongue out and swirled it around the head of Dre's dick. A string of pre-cum stretched into his mouth.
"Wow...that just made my nine iron rise up like a king cobra! Get it good and hard 'til it's time to get back at the ranch!" Dre exclaimed.
It get's bigger? Ian wondered and his mind raced. Panicked, Ian hesitated and then struggled. With his limited experience he knew Dre's 11 inch rammer would be more than a challenge. Perhaps an impossible one! Fooling around with Da'Shaun was one thing but Dre's dick looked like more than Ian figured he could handle. It could be more than painful. And even worse, Ian suddenly though, he might disappoint Dre.
"Don't be playing me. I know you suck dick." Dre hissed at Ian and then spat in his face.
Ian looked up at Dre with a pained expression. Dre stood tall above Ian and looked down reassuringly. He was not someone to trifle with and Ian definitely did not want to make Dre angry.
Dre warned, "Trust me shizzle...you can suck this thang raw if u want..."
Laughing, Dre repeatedly slapped the solid shaft of his 11 inch dick fully across Ian's pale cheek. Dre smiled as the thick mushroom head and big veiny long bone smacked with a thud across Ian's handsome face. Ian blushed from the humiliation. His lower lip trembled. His eyes began to tear. Ian was so incredibly excited now he was afraid he'd die. His mouth opened instinctively and he stuck out his tongue again.
Dre intoned,"You wanna gargle with some big black juice buddy?... I can feed ya 'til ya belly is totally full!"
Ian nodded, his green eyes looking up at Dre, pleadingly like a puppy.
"Fuckin' open your mouth wide!" Dre barked.
Ian obeyed. He could barely stretch his mouth around the head of Dre's dick. Dre's huge shaft filled his mouth completely. He began to gag almost immediately as Dre's massive dick snaked down Ian's throat. But there was nowhere for the saliva, throat goo and pre cum to go but into his belly. Ian swallowed desperately, snorting through his nose for breath. Dre pulled back to give Ian some air. Ian took a gulp of air, then stuck his tongue out again.
"Milk me dry if ya can with those sweet lips of yours." Dre rasped.
With that Dre began to fuck Ian's mouth. More and more with each stroke, Dre began to buck and bounce, throttling his massive dick down Ian's helpless throat. The sounds of Ian choking did not discourage Dre's assault, but made Dre say aw fuck repeatedly. Ian's mouth was like a fuck toy to Dre. And Dre used it as such. Ian surrendered his gaping mouth to Dre's superiority and Dre used his throat unmercifully. He looked down at Ian as he face fucked him and the sight was such an enormous turn-on for Dre, he didn't think he could hold back long.
Ian's face turned beet red. Tears ran down his cheeks. His jaws ached from the assault of Dre's massive dick down his throat. He broke into a sweat and began to tremble. Dre was loving how Ian was totally enthralled with his dick. Nothing else seemed to exist to him. Ian relaxed and surrender control, letting the dominant man take advantage of his open throat. Dre's pleasure was Ian's only concern. Dre's heavy nuts bounced hard against Ian's chin and Dre's wet pubes tickled Ian's nostrils with each hard thrust. Ian could feel Dre's dick growing even larger inside him and he knew Dre was close.
Suddenly Ian heard Da'Shaun's voice call "Hey cuz!" from behind him.
Dre did not respond but instead shouted out "awwwww FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" His dick erupted like a fire hose as Dre began to nut down Ian's throat. Ian only response was to struggle in panic but his throat was impaled on Dre's dick. There was nowhere for him to go and nothing he could do to stop Dre's cum from gushing into his belly. Dre continued to cum down Ian's throat and it filled his mouth and throat.
"Fuck yeah! FUCK! Take that load bitch!" Dre demanded.
Ian began to choke and he snorted out of his nostrils while his head spun. He began to see spots before his eyes. Then everything went black. When he awoke he could hear Dre and Da'Shaun and what sounded like a party going on in the living room.