The Team Mouth

By Swallows It All

Published on Mar 12, 2016

Gay

The Team Mouth – 4

Standard disclaimers apply. This story is between two teens. (M/t oral anal dom interracial)

(As told by John, Scott's Dad)

I had gotten home early today and didn't expect anyone else to be there. I wanted to use the time to rub one out since I wasn't getting a lot of quality time with the wife with her busy schedule, but when I saw Scott's car parked out front, I thought that plan was ruined. I went upstairs to get out of my suit and into some sweats before heading to my study with a glass of scotch, a cigar and my hand.

When I walked past Scott's door, I could hear two male voices. I couldn't hear clearly what was being said so I put my ear against the door.

"I'm almost there, Mouth. Get ready for the first of many loads of my cum in your black throat!" I heard a voice say. It sounded familiar but I wasn't sure who it was.

"Get ready? Black throat?" I asked myself. I thought they were banging some black chick. I continued to listen.

"Yeah, man! Cum in his fucking throat!" I heard Scott say.

"HIS throat?!" It wasn't a chick. It was a guy! Was my son gay? What the fuck was going on?

I wanted to break down the door, but I listened for a little while longer.

"So, Mouth. Did you like sucking my dick and licking my asshole?" the familiar voice said again.

"Yes. Can I do it again?" a third voice said. I knew that voice. It was that black kid that I met last night and that came over this morning. The picture became a little clearer.

"Alright, Scott. I'm out of here. I'll just walk home. It's not too far. Besides, I know you have, uhh, other things to do." I heard the familiar voice say.

I hightailed it downstairs as quickly and quietly as I could. I hid around the corner from the stairs as I heard someone coming down.

I jumped out and grabbed the guy. I wasn't a big guy, but I was tall and intimidating.

"Fuck! What the hell...oh! Mr. Anderson! Hi! How are you! I didn't know you were home!" he said.

I finally recognized who it was. One of Scott's friends, Jack. "Jack. Sorry about that buddy.

Everything okay? You seem a little jumpy." I asked.

"I'm fine! Never better! Just on my way home!" he said, still clearly nervous.

"Never better, huh? Is that because you just got your dick sucked by our black neighbor?" I asked.

"How did you...we didn't...fuck. I guess you already know, huh?" he finally admitted calmly.

"Not yet, but I want to know everything." I replied.

Jack proceeded to tell me how Scott caught the fag checking him out, how he fucked his throat the day before, how Allen was a bitch for white dick and all the other nasty faggot shit he did for them. I was getting major bonage from hearing the quick version.

"Okay, buddy. Thanks for the story. Get out of here. I'm sure I'll see you again, soon." I laughed.

"Uhhh. Yeah, later." Jack said as he left.

I instantly formulated a plan to get in on the action. My plans to get off weren't dashed after all.

I would be getting off, but inside a faggot instead of with my hand. I went to my study and grabbed a cigar then went to the kitchen. I figured that Allen, I mean Mouth, would be going through the kitchen to leave through the back door. I stood out of sight and enjoyed my cigar and soon enough, I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Allen." I said.

"Yeah?" Mouth replied. Good, it was him.

"So you are a faggot for white dudes, huh? You like sucking white dick and eating white ass?" I

asked.

"Uhh...who's asking?" he replied.

"What the fuck?!" I said as I revealed myself. "I ask the questions, faggot, not you!"

"Oh, Mr. Ander...umph!"

I grabbed his throat with one hand and led him to my study. I threw him to the floor inside and shut the door. Scott would know better than to disturb me in here.

"I'll ask you again faggot. This can go the easy way or the really easy way. I know you are a faggot. I heard you sucking dick a little while ago. Now, do you like sucking white dick and eating white assholes?"

"Yes, I do." He replied.

"Yes, what faggot?" I yelled.

"Uh. Yes...sir?"

"Fucking right." I went over and sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

"Come worship my white dick, you black faggot!"

Mouth wasted no time crawling between my legs. He began rubbing his face all over my crotch. The faggot loved it. Pressing his face into my junk to feel my hard white 9" dick against his face. This was going to be fun. A black faggot that loved white dick. I was going to give him all the white dick he could handle.

"You like the way that dick feels, faggot?"

"Yes, sir." He replied not removing his face from my junk.

"Pull down my sweats, faggot. Worship my dick through my boxer briefs." I ordered.

I didn't help the faggot at all, but that didn't stop him from getting to that white dick. He practically ripped my sweat pants off. What a hungry faggot.

He resumed burying his face between my white legs, inhaling the smells of my day; the stray piss that didn't make it into the urinal. My dick got harder and harder.

His motions across my junk helped it make its way to the leg of my briefs and fall out. He went for it, rubbing it with his face against my leg. This faggot truly loved white dick.

"You want to suck my dick, faggot? You wanna blow me?" I asked.

"Oh fuck yes! Please! Please let me put your white dick in my black mouth! I want to taste it.

Please, sir!" he begged.

Holy shit! Any faggot that begs like that should at least get a taste. But this black faggot was going to get so much more!

"Do it, faggot. Suck my white dick." I ordered.

My dickhead was exposed and he started with that. Wrapping those full black lips around it and tickling my piss hole with his tongue.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned. My wife never did that to my dick. She half sucked it whenever her mouth did get near it.

He lifted my briefs to expose my entire dick and balls and licked the sweat off of everything before returning to my dick and taking all nine inches.

"Oh my god, faggot! Yes! Suck my dick, faggot!" I moaned as I grabbed his head trying to push even my balls into his faggot mouth.

"Hmmm" was his only response with his black mouth full of white dick.

He soon backed off to breathe and went for my balls again . After a few seconds licking, sucking and kissing my balls, me moved lower to my taint; licking and cleaning the entire area with his tongue.

Then he lifted my legs and moved lower to my hairy, white asshole.

I put out my cigar and grabbed my legs to hold them back, giving the faggot's talented tongue better access to get inside my asshole.

"Oh fuck! Get your tongue in deep, faggot. Slide your tongue inside my white asshole!"

I had never experienced anything like it. It was fucking amazing. The warm sensations tingling up and down my spine as Mouth cleaned my asshole with his tongue! I wanted him to go even deeper.

I stood up. "Turn around, faggot. Put your head on the seat of the chair. Once in position, I lowered my ass onto his face, supporting myself on the arms of the chair. Mouth slid his tongue back into my asshole. I could feel him wiggling his tongue inside my asshole and it was fucking magic.

My dick was so fucking hard. I was ready to get off, but I wanted to try one more thing.

"Show me your ass, faggot. Get up and bend over." I ordered as I lifted off him.

"Yes, sir." He responded.

He pulled his pants down to his thighs, just enough under his ass and bent forward over my heavy cherry oak desk.

I pushed a finger in his mouth. "Get it wet." I ordered.

He sucked my finger, then I removed it and circled my fingertip around his asshole. I could feel him tense up.

"You ever been fucked before, Mouth?" I asked.

"No, sir." He responded.

"Good. This asshole should be nice and fucking tight then, right, faggot?"

"Yes, sir."

I pushed my finger in and true to the faggot's word he was fucking tight. Almost too tight. It'll take a lot of fucking to get this black faggot's asshole adjusted to my white dick.

I pulled my finger out and pushed it back into his mouth. "Get it wet again."

Once he got it wet again, I returned it to his super tight asshole. After doing this about five times, making sure he enjoyed the taste of his own ass, there was a knock on the door.

"Dad?" I heard my son say.

We both froze. I leaned in and whispered to Mouth to get under my desk. I grabbed my clothes.

"Yeah?" I responded sitting down in my chair behind the desk. I whispered to Mouth to keep my dick hard and to not make a fucking sound.

"Can I come in?" Scott asked.

"Yes. Come in." I replied when the coast was clear.

The door opened and Scott entered, looking around as if he knew someone else was in there with me.

"Hey." He said. "I didn't hear you come home."

"Yeah. I cut out early to come home and take care of some things. It is tax season you know."

"Right. Tax season. Hey, did you see Allen, by chance?"

"Yes. He's under my desk with my white dick down his black throat." I thought.

"Yes. He was in a hurry to get out here. Barely said hello. Is he okay?"

He seemed to accept that answer.

"Oh. I was trying to text him, but there's no response." Scott said.

"Ah, well. He probably has homework or something. Try again later." I responded.

"Yeah...you're probably right. Okay...later, Dad."

"Later." I said as Scott left and shut the door. He took one more look around just to be sure.

When he shut the door, I grabbed the faggot's head and shoved my dick down his throat.

"Ahhhh, fuck yes. I will never get tired of that" I moaned.

I backed away and stood up, grabbing the faggot by his neck and bending him over the desk again with his pants still just below his ass.

I began slapping my dick on both of his black ass cheeks. Then I started rubbing the length of my white dick against his black asshole. I wanted to fuck him so bad, just plunge my white dick into his black faggot ass and fuck him until I shot my cum in his fucking guts. But he was way too tight and I had no time to stretch him out.

I then got another idea. With my dick resting between his ass checks and me thrusting up and down between them, I leaned over and whispered into the fag's ear.

"You want my cum, faggot? You want my white man cum?"

"Yes, sir" He replied.

"Yeah, you do. Where do you want it, faggot? Where do you want my cum?"

"In my mouth, sir."

"Where do you want my cum?" I asked again.

"In my mouth, sir?"

"Wrong answer, faggot. Now where do you want my cum?"

"Wherever you want to put it, sir!"

"That's fucking right, you black bitch. You want it wherever I decide to put it. Then you can scoop it up and feed it to yourself. You got that, faggot?

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. Now where you want my fucking cum?"

"Wherever you want to put it, sir!"

"Ahhh, fuck yes!" I moaned and I stuck my dickhead just inside his asshole.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled.

I pushed and held his head down on the desk on the side and started jerking my white dick, giving the faggot little thrusts to get a taste of what was to come when I had more time.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled as I shot a huge load of cum just inside his asshole. My dick was pulsating like crazy sending every drop into the black faggot.

While still inside of him, I spoke:

"You are one of a kind faggot. I am going to get all inside that black asshole with my big, white dick and make you love it. You'll be begging for me to fuck you in no time. In the meantime, you will keep this between you and me. Tell anyone and I will destroy you. Also, you will keep sucking my son's dick and eating his asshole. Don't worry about my wife. I'll keep her out of the way. But remember, my son can have your mouth, but your black asshole belongs to me, you white dick loving faggot!"

My dick got soft and fell out of his asshole.

"Clench your ass, faggot. Don't let that cum hit the floor." I demanded. "Pull up your pants and get the fuck out. Finger yourself when you get home. You can lick my cum off while you jerk your dick to the taste of it and the taste of my white dick, you fucking black faggot!"

He held his head down. That was exactly what he had already planned to do. He pulled up his pants, peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear and headed home.

(As told by Scott)

"Where the fuck was this black faggot?! I need to get my asshole licked again!" I thought to myself.

I thought sure that when I got that text from Jack that my Dad heard everything that happened. I wasn't sure when he got home, so I assumed he knew everything. But I guess he knew nothing after I talked to him.

That fucking faggot was going to pay for not being around to lick my asshole when I needed it. It was his fucking fault that I needed it so fucking bad. I have never experienced anything so fucking awesome as his black faggot tongue sliding around inside my white asshole.

I was only kidding about shitting in his mouth, but now...now I was going to do it for real. I was going to make him eat every fucking ounce of my teen shit. I am going to make him deepthroat my shit log. I want to shit into his throat. Literally, start shitting in his mouth and have it enter his throat while its still leaving my white asshole. That bitch was going to fucking pay for this...with whatever is left of his pathetic, black faggot dignity.

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Next: Chapter 5


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