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gay3The bull led me by the hand into the bedroom. I knelt on the bed, offering my ass to him doggie-style. Looking back between my legs past my shriveled dick, I could see his thick and hard cock—and about four times the size of mine. This enormous black man had been looking at me all evening and licking his lips.

“How long is that?” I think I gulped. His balls were the size of hen’s eggs and hung low between his legs.

“About ten inches. Look, it’s not the length, it’s the girth,” he said, one hand planted on an asscheek, his thumb probing my asshole. “I’ll go slow. It’ll burn at first. I’ll wait until you say go. I’ve taken a hundred-and-ten-pound high school cheerleaders no problem, and had three-hundred-pound bubble butts who couldn’t handle it. If it hurts, tell me.”

“How about that twink? You drilled him all the way. I watched you go all the way inside him.”

“He’s incredible. I don’t know how he does it. He a great fuck.”

I settled on the bed, my cheek on the cool fabric, my ass in the air, my legs spread. He separated my asscheeks and lubed me. Next thing, it felt like his elbow was probing my asshole.

“This is the easy part,” he said, and he was in.

I groaned and gripped the bedspread with both hands. Hurt? Hell, yes, it hurt. It burned. My guts got all liquidy.

“Breathe. Take a couple deep breaths.”

The burning subsided. “Okay, go slow,” I said.

“Tell me when I hit bottom. Some folks, I can only go in half-way.”

He slowly filled me, pushing and pulling. In my mind’s eye, I could see my asshole gripping his black cock, thick as a wrist. The burning passed, and was replaced by a unique sensation of fullness. My cock, swaying between my legs, got hard again. I couldn’t feel my balls. The room was air-conditioned, and my scrotum had shriveled, pulling my nuts tight against the base of my dick.

Then he hit bottom.

“Stop. How far in?”

“About three-quarters. Not bad. Hang on.”

He picked up the pace of his thrusting, his hands gripping my hips. I reached back to stroke my cock, but he beat me there and pushed my hand away. His hand completely enveloped my cock and balls, squeezing and tugging my package as he fucked me.

His huge hands went to my abdomen and he lifted me off the mattress. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He was wheelbarreling me, fucking me in the ass the way he’d take a girl in her pussy. Sounds came out of my throat that I didn’t recognize—whimpers, yelps, simpering.

I surrendered to him, limp as a rag doll, as he drilled my rectum. My reverie ended when the bull suddenly pulled out of me and flipped me on my back. Kneeling between my legs, he pushed my legs back over my head. After squeezing half a tube of cold lube on my anus, he penetrated me again. Goddamn! I was his little cum slut! He pushed his knees under my ass, raising my hips. This man mountain was fucking me like I was an eighteen-year-old girl being opened up by her black pimp. For the line of customers outside the door.

Lifting my head, I saw my fat, engorged cock leaking pre-cum on to my stomach. His pounding picked up in frequency and force, and my dick whipped around, spraying juice on my nipples and chest hairs. I smeared some on my hands and started masturbating furiously.

It was like a dream, a gay wet dream. I couldn’t tell up from down. All I knew is that I wanted to come before his huge member plowing into me forced all my jism out of my prostate.

I came, ejaculate spraying out of me, hitting my mouth and chin. I sprayed the bull, too, and it pushed him over the edge. Roaring, he exploded inside me. I didn’t care about the pain as he pumped his fluid into my rectum. His thrusting slowed and he pulled out of me.

I reached for him. I wanted to bury my face in his. I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I wanted my arms around his stupendous shoulders.

He pushed me away.

“I don’t cuddle with guys. Clean yourself up. You a mess.”

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