The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - John is a middle-age Black man with a large appetite for pretty boy fuck toys. To satisfy his craving, John opens his home to any john he can find. (I'm thinking seriously about making this a shared universe, so if anyone would like to join the group fuck, let me know. For anyone who cares, chapter 128 is where the 'shared universe' idea starts. DSS)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Gay CrossDressing MaleDom Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male Hispanic Male
Somehow, Yann and Juan managed to coax a fourth and fifth load out of me on the way home. It was proof to me that my life had slipped into fantasyland. Even in high school, I would have had a hard time with four in one day.
Ok, maybe not in high school. But now, at my age, this was crazy.
Juan stopped the car in front of my door. "Yann? Isn't that Sean's car?"
Yann's legs were still wrapped around my waist. He'd taken the pants all the way off since we were going home and had been happily bouncing on my unnaturally persistent erection.
"Is that what?" He gasped, confused.
"Sean. Isn't that his car?" Juan pointed to the only car that wasn't mine.
"Oh fuck!" Yann exclaimed, looking out the window. "What's he doing here?"
"I thought you broke up with the chocolate bunny." I grabbed Yann's waist and turned him flat on his back. "So, greedy, you thought you could have both black dicks, did you?"
"No, Boss!" He gasped as I shoved my full weight and length into him. "Oh! God!"
I was pleased to see that at some point, we did get jizz on his shirt. I grabbed his cock and began jacking him off in hopes of leaving an obtrusively large stain. Yann didn't have to lie about breaking up with Sean. Especially since I'm a vindictive son of a bitch.
I pushed both of Yann's legs up over my shoulders and hammered him as hard as I could in the small space, stroking his cock the whole time. Instead of tasting the pre-cum as it bubbled up, I wiped it on his shirt. He moaned and shook, gasping and trying to find a way to keep from being shoved against the side of the car.
"Boss! Oh! God! Please!" He couldn't seem to get a coherent sentence out. Then, suddenly, his back arched and a wad of cum hit the roof of the car. The rest of his jizz shot up and landed on that lovely silk shirt.
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