The Pool Hall
Copyright© 2026 by Guisamo
Chapter 6: The Ritual
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Ritual - I had discovered early on my attraction to the forbidden. That time at the movies, when the darkness allowed me to masturbate until I came in the almost empty theater. That other time, in the mall restrooms, when a man in his forties had guided me to his throat and given me a deep blowjob that left me trembling for hours. But he wasn't very big, and I had heard the rumors, the stereotypes, the legends circulating in online forums and among neighborhood gossip: Black men have enormous, thick, lon
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They prepared me like a priest before a sacrifice, though I would be both the offering and the altar.
They undressed me slowly, reverently. Twelve pairs of hands touched my pale, smooth, hairless skin. Someone brushed my hair. Another cleaned me with perfumed wet towels. A third applied oil all over my body, massaging me until I gleamed like a living marble statue.
They took me to a basement room. The floor was covered with mattresses. The walls, with mirrors. They would see me from every angle. They would see my body open up, how I accepted the impossible.
“First,” Ibrahim said. “The two who will open you.”
Two men stepped forward. Marcus, already known, with his large, expert hands. And another, younger, forty years old, named Tendai, from Zimbabwe, with forearms as thick as thighs, hands like shovels.
They put on long, black latex gloves, up to their shoulders. They applied industrial lubricant, obscene amounts, making the latex glisten as if it were forged in oil.
“On your knees,” Ibrahim ordered. “And then on your back. We want to see your face as they enter.”
I obeyed. I knelt first, kissing the approaching cocks, sucking the ones offered to me, mentally preparing myself. Then I lay on my back, legs raised and spread, held up by two other men acting as human supports.
Marcus and Tendai positioned themselves on either side of my hips. Their gloved hands found my entrance, still open from the night before, still receptive, hungry.
“We’ll start together,” Marcus said. “Slowly. You breathe and relax. We’ll do the work.”
They applied more lubricant directly inside me, cold, slippery, abundant. Then they began with their fingers. Each of them inserted four fingers, alternating, stretching me, opening me up, preparing the ground for what was to come.
I moaned, writhing, feeling the pressure of eight simultaneous fingers inside me, moving, twisting, creating space where there shouldn’t be any.
“Now the thumbs,” Tendai said, and bent his, forming a fist.
Marcus did the same. And they pushed.
The pain was cosmic. An intense, overwhelming pressure, as if my body were about to split in two. I screamed, a high-pitched sound that didn’t seem human, as my hands gripped the ankles of the men holding me, searching for anchor.
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