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I had left Jay's apartment after our last evening together listening
to him chuckle as I carefully took smaller steps than usual to give my
abused hole as little movement to lesson further pain as possible. Jay had fucked me three
more times over the course of the next several hours, taking longer and
longer each time to shoot his cum. My ass was sore and hurting and I had
begged him several times to stop for a minute, to please give me a break,
but he just kept pounding into me, telling me that as his bitch I needed to
learn to take his black cock however he wanted to give it to me.

Now, three days later, I was beginning to feel halfway normal
again. My ass had seemed to recover from Jay's at times brutal pounding
thrusts. I had tried to keep my thoughts away from the black stud and his
thick cock and had concentrated on dating my current girlfriend and fucking
her each night. But she left each night and when I awoke the next morning,
I found hand sliding to my hard cock and my thoughts sliding to Jay's firm
chest, hard cock and ebony skin as I beat my meat. It seemed I couldn't
help myself. Something about Jay - I didn't know what - had taken over my
thoughts. Maybe it was the way he had taken control, or the many acts of
physical and mental domination he had shown. Maybe it was the contrast
between my fair skin and his ebony complection. My mind was too confused
to figure work out any answer.

I had made two trips to the building in which Jay rented for
maintenance the day before, but fortunately, or unfortunately, I didn't see
Jay. I am not sure what I would have done if I had encountered him alone
in the stairwell or hall. Even more importantly, I am not sure what Jay
would have done. And I knew deep inside that whatever he would have wanted
to do, I would have agreed. The next day, Todd, another tenant in that
building called asking me to please stop by to look at a leaking
faucet. Since he also offered to pay the back rent he owed, I agreed. In
his apartment, I found myself staring at the young man more than I should.
Todd had a dark complection, not swarthy or latino, but just well tanned
with very dark brown hair and brown eyes. He hadn't shaved for a day or so
and I found his stubble to be strangely exciting. Todd is 25 and stands
about five ten or five eleven, just a bit shorter than me, and clearly
worked out.

I forced my thoughts away from him and concentrated on fixing the
leak. There was also a problem with the drain and as I lay under the sink
working on it, Todd sat on a chair at the kitchen table chatting with me,
just trying to be polite. Unfortunately this gave me a good view of his
muscular legs and glances up the inside of his shorts to his boxers. As my
cock grew harder and harder, I announced that I needed some different tools
and asked if I could come back to finish another time. Todd told me that
he had some errands to run, so I grabbed the rent check and got out the
door as quickly as I could. I had to make a conscious effort to keep
myself subtly turned to hide my hard cock from the view of the athletic
guy.

In the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the
wall for a second. I turned to leave, my cock still visibly hard, and
stopped dead in my tracks. Jay stood at the end of the hallway. The look
on his face was one of amusement and superiority. I tried to hide my hard
cock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight and
toned only made it more visible. Jay's door was halfway down on the other
side of the hall. He stepped up to it, slid his key into the hole and
opened the door. Jay glanced again at me as he moved through the
doorway. "Get in here."

As if I had no will of my own, I walked down the hall and stepped into
Jay's apartment. He was only standing about five feet in the apartment,
hands on his hips which jutted forward, showing me that he was hard too. I
felt my knees go weak and a shiver run up my spine at the sight of the
muscular black stud. He wore low slung jeans and a tight fitting white
t-shirt which emphasized the development of his chest and arms.

"You know where you belong, whiteboy." It was a command as much as a
statement. I looked up at Jay's face as I stepped forward and sank to my
knees. "Good boy. Now you know what to do."

I turned a bit to swing the door closed but Jay grabbed my hair
painfully. "Did I tell you to close the door, bitch? Did I?" he demanded.

"No, sir." I managed to reply.

"Then do what you were born to do, cocksucker." He popped open the
buttons of his 501's as he said this. I was unable to tear my eyes away as
I saw he was wearing no underwear. His thick black cock sprang out toward
my face seconds later. Acutely aware of the door standing wide open behind
me, I still leaned forward to take him in my mouth. He stopped me with the
palm of his left hand against my forehead. He grabbed the base of his cock
with his right hand and began to beat my face with it. I felt the head and
the shaft slapping against my cheeks, my lips, my chin. I was worried that
even this sound may carry down the hall, but there was nothing I could do.
For some reason, I couldn't make myself stand up and walk away from this
black buck dick slapping my face. I wanted to be on my knees there taking
it. My cheeks were as much red from my embarrassment as from the slapping
of his cock.

Finally, even though I had my lips open, trying to catch his cockhead
between them, Jay ordered me to open wide and sank his cock into my head in
one smooth slow thrust. With his hand now gripping the hair above my
forehead, I could do nothing but let him make the slow insertion, feeling
my throat stretch as he shoved his entire length into me. He let out a
mixed moan and sigh of pleasure as my lips, tongue and throat muscles all
worked to milk his long black shaft. I slid my hands up to his hips,
enjoying the feel of his leg muscles and the bones of his pelvis just below
where his abdomen tapered upwards, solid with muscle. It was so different
from that of any girl I had fucked. Since he didn't tell me to stop, I ran
my hands further up, felling his chest widen as I slid them under his
shirt. I moved my hands to the front of his chest and my fingers ran
across his pecs. I lightly played with his nipples, squeezing them gently
and feeling them harden.

Jay was moaning more loudly now as he used his left hand to move my
head in time with the slow thrusting of his hips, pulling my face down each
time he thrust forward. I had learned early on how to cover my teeth, so
he had a warm wet receptacle for his cock - my mouth. Jay was breathing
deeply, and I was able to tilt my head some and raise my eyes upward. Once
again, Jay towered over me, looking dominantly down at me, his kneeling
cocksucker, worshiping his cock.

"Go ahead and play with your boy cock, faggot. You know you want to
and I like watching you jack yourself while you suck me." I really thought
he was being nice, allowing me to stroke my cock while going down on him
and quickly opened my own jeans and pushed them down. Jay watched me for a
moment and just after I grabbed my cock, he surprised me by pulling his
dick from my mouth. Jay's hands grabbed my shoulders and with brute force
he spun me around on the floor on my knees so that I faced the open
doorway. I felt him drop onto the floor behind me, his knees coming down
between my calves, forcing my legs wider apart, nestling in close to my now
exposed ass. Jay used a hand on the back of my neck to force me forward,
making me catch myself so that I ended on hands and knees. I looked up at
the wall across the hall out the open door as the head of Jay's cock found
my hole. He held still for a second, then brutally plowed forward, forcing
every inch of his thick cock into me in one swift motion.

"Ahhhhh! Fuckkkk!!" I cried out.

Jay lowered his chest onto my back and wrapped his arms underneath me
around my chest. His mouth was next to my ear. "You better not make too
much noise, whiteboy, or else Todd may come down here to see what's
happening. Do you want him to find you on your hands and knees on the
floor with my big black dick fucking your butt?" Jay thrust in again and
again, brutally hard, obviously trying to get me to make more noise. I
clamped my lips shut which were still tingling from the friction of his
cock sliding against them as I had sucked him, and waited for my ass began
to adjust again to his invasion of my body. "Then again," he continued,
"with that boner you were sporting coming out of his apartment, maybe
that's exactly what you want. Huh, whiteboy? You got a hankering for some
white dick plowing your butt? Or maybe down your throat? Todd's a real
man. Not a piece of shit, white pussyboy like you. I bet he'd be plenty
happy pumping a few loads into you. What do you think. Maybe we should
get him down here and you two could negotiate a new rent amount." As he
said this, Jay's thick cock continued its assault, plowing my ass open,
then withdrawing, only to ram back in deeply again.

The thrusts were forcing grunts out from deep in my chest and I was
powerless to stop them. Then to my horror, I heard the door down the hall,
the door to Todd's apartment, swing open. My mind registered the squeaky
hinge and that I needed to oil it, of all things. Then I remembered. Todd
had said he needed to go out to run some errands. "Oh my god," I thought
miserably. "This hot looking guy, who could be a friend of mine, and who I
hoped would be a friend, was going to find me on the floor of Jay's
apartment, mounted like a bitch by the muscular black young man. I lowered
my face to look at the floor, but Jay grabbed the hair on the back of my
head and pulled me back up. I heard Todd's door shut and the jingling of
his keys as he locked up his apartment. The jingling stopped and I
resigned myself to my fate. Just as I thought Todd must appear in the
hallway, Jay reached out and swung the door shut, sealing us into his
apartment.

I was letting out a sigh of relief when Jay redoubled his assault on
my boypussy. I heard Todd's footsteps on the hardwood floor pass along in
front of Jay's door, and managed to keep my mouth clamped closed, but
worried that just the squelching sound of Jay's pounding cock and his
panting breath would carry through the door to Todd's ears in the hallway.
But the footsteps faded and I relaxed a little mentally. Jay's rough
pounding forced me to keep my elbows locked to support Jay's weight on my
back and keep my balance under the onslaught of Jay's brutal thrusts. The
friction of Jay's speed and force was also having an effect on him, as
well. With a loud moan into my ear, I felt Jay tighten his arms around my
chest as he began to cum. He sank his cock deeply into me and held it
there. I could feel its pulsing as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum
into me.

Jay let out a satisfied sigh and relaxed his grip, settling onto my
back. I kept both of us supported, wanting the black stud, whose cock was
still deep inside me to stay buried deeply in me for as long as he wanted.
Jay's breathing finally slowed to normal and he raised himself upwards. I
could feel the back of my shirt soaked by both his sweat and my own as the
cool air hit it. Jay's cock slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty and
strangely incomplete. I wondered for a brief second if I could call out to
Todd. Call him in and have him fuck me. The reality of what I was
thinking suddenly hit me and the shock of it brought me out of my sexually
induced trance.

My cock was still hard as I had been unable to stroke it and support
myself and Jay during his fucking. It throbbed almost painfully, as hard
as it had ever been in my life. I raised up onto my knees when Jay told me
to and turned to face him. He told me to open my mouth and as I sucked him
clean, he allowed me to beat my cock. I came within a minute, his
softening black cock now clean in my mouth.

Jay watched me cum, my sperm shooting onto the floor. He let me suck
him for a few seconds longer, then pushed me away. I watched him as he
turned and sauntered to the couch. His ass cheeks were round, firm and
tight, the skin not as dark as his cock, and I found myself longing not to
shove my cock between them, but to use my tongue again. Jay reached the
couch and sprawled on it on his back. His cock flopped over his thigh,
pointing at me. Jay glanced over at me and told me to clean up the floor.
I knew what he wanted from the look on his face and in his eyes. I leaned
over and licked my cum from the floor. Jay was smiling when I looked back
up at him, his teeth gleaming.

"You're learning pretty quickly, bitch. But I suppose you want more.
Right?" He looked at me.

"Yes sir. I want more, if you do."

"You want it from me, or from Todd?"

"You, Jay. I want your cock."

"Does that mean that you don't want Todd's?" When I hesitated, he
laughed. "That's what I thought. Already you're wanting more and more
dick. Well let me tell you boy. If I ever find out that you've been some
other guy's bitch without my permission, you will never get this," he
grabbed his cock, "ever again. You understand that?"

"Yes, Jay."

"Good. Then get over here and you can suck another load outta my
balls."

Obediently, I crawled to the couch and buried my face in his crotch,
taking his cockhead in my mouth. Jay just relaxed on the couch, enjoying
letting me do all the work. His cock quickly grew in my mouth forcing me
to climb up onto the couch to get the right angle to get his cock all the
way in my mouth. Jay spread his legs, giving me room on the couch to work
his cock deeply in and out of my throat. Suddenly the phone rang and I
began to pull off his cock. A hand on the back of my head held my mouth on
his shaft. The phone was on the table beside the couch above Jay's head
and with his other hand, Jay reached behind him and grabbed it.

"Hello? Hey bro. What's up? Really? Yeah, kind of a slow day then.
Me? Just having a bit of fun here. Nah, not that. Closer, but not quite.
Closer still. That's it. Yeah, it's good head. Some of the best I've
gotten." I couldn't believe that Jay was talking about getting his cock
sucked with some guy on the phone. "No, not her. Not her either. You
aren't gonna guess, 'cause you don't know the guy. Yeah, that's right,
it's a guy. I know. Found me a little whiteboy who likes dick.
Especially black dick. No, I'm not k**ding you." Jay used the grip on my
hair to move my head up and down his cock. "Yeah, listen." He held the
phone down by my mouth and I knew whomever was on the other end could
clearly hear the slurping and sucking sounds of my mouth on Jay's big black
cock. He pulled the phone back to his ear.

"See, what did I tell you. Getting head. No, it's a guy. Like I
said, a fucking whiteboy. Guy is a complete cock slut. I just blew a load
up his ass too. Yeah. Buttfucked the pussyboy like he was a fifty cent
whore. Yeah, I'm serious. Here. Hold on." Jay looked at me as he pulled
my mouth off his cock. "Say 'Hello Bobby'," Jay ordered.

"Hello, Bobby," I said. I could hear a male voice saying "Holy shit"
as Jay pulled the receiver away.

"What did I tell you? Yeah, busted this whiteboy's cherry not too
long ago, both of them, mouth and ass. He's been a slut for my black dick ever
since. I fucked him until he could barely walk a few days ago." Jay
laughed, either at his statement or at something the guy on the phone said,
I wasn't sure which. "Yeah, I know. We always talked about fucking over
some white dude. Now I am doing it - literally. Yeah, I know. You want
to? Well, I am sure that something can be arranged. Yeah. Yeah. Hey
dude. I am getting close to blowing a load down this fag's throat. I'll
call you later."

Jay almost dropped the phone onto the cradle and used both hands to
push my head down into his crotch. My nose was buried in his wiry black
pubes as he pumped his sperm into my mouth.