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But in the real world, there are squirmy near misses. I mean, two guys covered in lube and sweat and spittle mon, yâ’know? That dick head, hungry and wet, don’t always find its natural home on that first thrust.

Even still, that extra gob of spit he drooled over my ass glistened and provided a slobbery visual target. Marcus eyed it hungrily and positioned his meaty dick perfectly. His thick dark hands gripped my ankles tightly and I knew he wanted to just fuck his tool into me hard with no preliminaries.

I smiled at the ass juice/spit still stuck to the bottom half of his goatee. In fact, he was still breathing a little heavily from the world class butt eating. He chewed up my ass good. About 15 minutes into it, I started panting that I needed him inside me. Okay, okay‥I admit it; I was all beggin’ and shit. I’m blushin’ right now thinkin’ ‘bout it. But he turned my ass into pussy. He did it with his hungry mouth and tongue and big grin he’d smile at me when he came up for air.

“Ya hungry ta get m’ fuck, DB?” he’d laugh and mock me, grinning at my crazily with spit hanging off his thick maroon lip. “Maybe I will...maybe I won’t. I don’t know if I feel up for it...” he’d pretend to consider his options. I know he’s teasing. Yeah, right, like he’s not gonna split my butt open and make me howl. I know that if I tried to leave, “If I tried to get up off this mattress on the floor – he’d grab me by the waist and throw me back down. He’s done it before. I ain’t getting’ up until he’s cum in the way he wants. And tonight, I don’t think it’s gonna be just once. Nope, he’s gonna have to spurt a few times…life three before he’s done with my butt tonight. Tonight’s the special night.

Towards the end of those 30 minutes of ass-eating, I lay on my stomach with my ass pushed into his eager mouth. Marcus was now in a frenzy of ass eating, the union of slurpy sounds, juicy spittle, hairy, warm butthole, the vulnerability of exposed ass and power of devouring this has an intoxicating effect on him.

And me, I was near to crying as my head thrashed and my butt twisted in his vice grip. Marcus has a way of chewing (yes, teeth!) on the rose itself, nibbling, sucking, and just when I’d be ready to flinch because I was nipped raw, his fat tongue would slobber all over my sore area, its rough texture making me shiver, his saliva soothing my itch. He likes to give hickeys to my wrinkled pucker, ‘cause he said it makes my bud swell, which means more resistance and friction for him. For Marcus, fucking is an art and a science. “I love your ass, DB,” he breaths heavily, while I twitch at the cool air rushing against the spot where his face just was. “Fuckin’ pale Irish fuzzy blond butt meat.” His voice gets thick again and he whispers again, “butt meat” before he dives into my crack, tongue-fucking me with a vengeance. Right now, I’m just a piece of meat to him. And that’s cool.

He holds apart my thick, slippery cheeks with his wet hands, his fingers gripping the pale skin tightly so he doesn’t lose his grip. I’m totally exposed and he’s jamming his tongue as deep as he can. “Fuck me!” I plead with him. “C’mon, Marcus, please.”

Guys on the assembly line would freak out if they saw me pleading with this dude to stick his grossly distended rubbery dick inside me. Me, I’m the pleasant-kinda-keeps-to-himself guy. I grin at everybody and I know they all think I’m a little slow in the head, mostly ‘cause I’m from Kentucky and have a pretty thick accent. I dunno, maybe I am a little slow. But I know what’s right.

I can tell by Marcus’ glazed-over eyes, he’s done eating butt. My ass is throbbing. Have you ever had your ass throb…literally? It pulsate, you can feel your heartbeat. The gentle breeze from turning over, onto your back makes goose bumps stand out on your butt. He roughly flipped me over and gosh I guess that’s where this story started. Now his thick chest heaved, the dark curly hair standing out distinctly against his brown skin. He lines up his tool and while his eyes glazed over, he thrusts. “DB,” he groans.

But getting his dick inside me was like trying to get a rolled up newspaper into a door’s mail slot. He pushed the head slid through the spit and grazed my crack. It was frustrating for him, but man it still felt awesome for me. Then he pressed his fat head hard against me fermium and a few quick jabs suggested he hoped it would push right through my nut sack. I adjust my ass a bit trying to get him in. He frowns at me a little bit “you know the look: gimmie that ass quit fuckin’ around.” Trust me, I ain’t resisting. Not anymore, anyhow. You gotta understand Marcus’ dick. In all the porn stories I read (which ain’t many, but still) they’re always huge, rock hard with thick mushroom heads and glistening precum. Not Marcus. He doesn’t precum. His dick is about 7 inches. Hell, maybe it’s even only 6½ inches long. And it doesn’t get rock hard—well--not at first. But trust me his dick ain’t normal, either.

He first told me about his unusual dick once after we were out drinking. We had spent another evening drinking Rolling Rocks and teasing each other about puny dick size while shooting pool. “Your shot, pencil dick.” “Lucky break; you gotta shoot good pool to make up for other inadequacies.” He would always be grabbing my neck with his big paw and squeezin’ it almost to the point where tears came out. I’d be laughin’ and struggling and he’d bend me over until I was almost eye level with his dick.

“Still look small?” he’d laugh and then I’d push him off me and we’d drink more beers.

We were back at his place and hadn’t talked about dicks for a while when he said out of nowhere. “It’s big, but useless.”

“Huh?” I wasn’t really listening. I was looking for a CD of his I wanted to play and had my back to him.

“Not long. But it’s fat. Huge. And it’s got a wicked curve.”

“Where’s your Fatboy Slim?”

“We’re talking about my dick.” he announced. I laughed and wondered what game he was up to. I got us two beers from his fridge and when I came back there it was, his fat dick pulled out of his jeans zipper while he watched me walk towards him.

“Jesus, what the Sam hill is THAT doing out?” I laughed.

“Check it out. It’s fat … really fat. We were joking about it earlier being puny, but actually I wanted to talk to you about it. Look at it.”

“No way ya frea!” But it was too late. I had seen it. He was right, it WAS incredibly fat; I had to wonder if it was really beer can thick. The head was…uh…what you’d expect a penis head to look like, but thicker. It was a little wrinkly I guess, more pinkish than the rest of his dick and almost like it was the head on a white guy’s dick. It was definitely huge. Freakishly fat. “Damn’it is …” I trailed off and stared at it more.

“It curves kinda hard to the right too,” he looked at his dick sadly, “Plus, the head is a funny color…different from the rest of it.”

“Dude,” I said slowly, in empathy.

Marcus stood up. “Thing is, both girls I was ever with were kinda turned off by it. It’s super huge and thick, the head’s a different color than the rest, and the there’s the curve. Pamela said it rubbed her all wrong inside her.”

“May I” I pointed at the beast. It really did look like a can of black beans. I mean, a real fucking can! Marcus nodded. I squatted on my knees to get a better look and lifted it gingerly hefted the weight of it…heavy. Up close it looked pretty normal. It I gently skinned back what little of his hood was left and I could see a deep blue vein almost hidden in the dark dick, running down the side.

The head was…it was weird…I didn’t even think twice about what I was doing ‘cause this was Marcus, the guy at work who was nice to me when other guys were saying I was a retard. I gently lifted his tool up further. Even soft, I could see the curve. His nuts were darker than the rest of his skin, real dark black. His nut sack was fat like his dick – I could tell they were huge, even hiding down there between his beefy thighs. I was contemplating how his nut sack was dark mahogany, his dick was brownish and his dick head was a pinkish, brown. The angle was more pronounced than it was before and I instantly realized his dick was bigger, thicker, and longer. He was getting hard.

I jumped back. “Aw man, what the fuck?”

“C’mon,” he pleaded, his pants dropping to the floor as he stepped closer. “Just you know…you play with it a little bit.”

“Where the FUCK did you get the idea that I’m gonna do some of THAT shit?”

Marcus stepped out of his pants, this thick rubbery dick swinging angularly in front of him. I would have assumed it was fake a dildo on a strap that he put on as a joke, but I had just touched its satiny texture.

“You’re my best friend. Best friend, dude.” He walked closer and took the beer I had brought in from the kitchen. “My BEST bud. I can’t get my dick really hard…ever…can’t get it hard inside a chick ‘cause I keep worrying that she’s not gonna like it. I jack off and jack off, but even that’s lost its thrill. I’m kinda freaked out here ‘cause I don’t know if I can get my tool to stay hard. I’m worried that it’s broken or something.”

“Yeah, well that sucks… So?”

“I got this idea in my head from this guy at work that guys’ asses are tighter than a chick’s pussy. And that maybe as practice, I should…you know…fuck some butt.”

“Aw, man, Marcus. No, Marcus. No way. That guy was like all gay and stuff, Marcus. He wanted you to…you know, fuck him.”

“Yeah, no shit. I almost beat his head in. But then I got to thinking that maybe he had a point. But it couldn’t be no gay guy’s butt…not just anybody’s butt, it had to be the ass of a buddy--a guy I knew I could trust--who might help me out with that problem, Best Bud.”

“Man, you got it all wrong. There is no fucking way!”

*** That was about 10 months ago. Marcus can be awfully persuasive. God, I should write about that first time…I meant for it to go down so fuckin’ kinky like that on the first time... I had no idea Marcus had that in him. Sometimes things just get a little out of control, yâ know? Maybe I’ll write that story next.

I’m brought out of my remembrance by his thick head pushed into me, we both catch each other’s eyes in that timeless moment of surprise and breathless anticipation. In a minute, I’ll be full of his beer can dick.

“I’m in.,” he whispered. He didn’t need to say that. I felt the thick under ridge of his dick head pop the relief of this thick head having found a home, the bluntness of the shaft twisting. “I’m in,” he said again, this time with a look of slyness. “This is it, DB, this is it.”

Yeah, this time is different and we both know it. This time…well…

I don’t know how it all progressed so quickly that I got to be taking his fat dick in me all the time. After the first 6 or 8 times, he started calling me his Dick Bitch, DB.

We both knew that I wasn’t queer or anything, but I couldn’t help the fact that I got to the point where I kept focusin’ on his beer can and I kept wanting him to plug me up. He started callin’ me DB on the nights when he intended to nail me.

We’d be out with the guys from work, eating wings and drinking beers and he’d be like, “Hey, DB, you drop me off at my place when we’re done here?”

There was a while when I was fighting it and not cool with this with a work buddy sticking his dick in my virgin ass, and when I thought about it on that level, it made me all worried and sick. But then I’d remember the sweat and the pulsating feeling in my ass and how Marcus had started eating out my hole a little bit, and I reckon I figured it was my butt makin’ the decision for me. Like right now, he’s wedging it in me, fucking into me in short strokes, checkin’ my face with a grin that is both concerned and a little edge of mean; do believe he’ll stop if I wince or cry out…who am I kidding? No he won’t. But if I really hollar he will, but not if I wince. I do believe he likes thinking of the damage he’s doin’ to my insides, rearranging my butt.

Right now, he’s forcing that fuckin’ Budwiser can of his into my poor, stretched ass. I mean it’s permanently stretched out, but the problem is I can’t go long enough without his “chubbie” in me to get back to normal. He’s halfway in…my legs spasm and I accidentally shove my ass back onto his pole “Fuck… too fast! TOO FAST! Owowowowowoooowow wow wow!”

He sees the look in my eye and it just encourages him. He grips my ankles tighter,cutting off the circulation as he pulls my legs further apart, his sick mind thinks the problem is that I ain’t got enough of his tool in him. God love his twisted logic. He plunges further into me and his eyes say, “Take me, take me deeper…take me.”

I love the way his rubbery dick comes to live in my ass, suddenly it gets not so rubbery and becomes tin. Then steel. I guess we settled that question he was wonderin’ about: he can definitely get hard. Turns out that the problem is not so much Marcus’ dick, but he wasn’t pluggin’ the right hole – it’s my ass that makes my buddy Marcus’ dick so fuckin’ hard. And that angle…well…that fat, brown, pink head scraping my prostate something fierce. DAMN! He hit bottom--MY bottom. Marcus is on top and wriggling around, as if trying to stretch an extra inch out of his dick and make it go deeper.

“Tâ’ night baby…” he whispers into my ear… “sperm!”

Yeah, we waited. Well, I waited. At first, like I said, I warn’t cool with it all--my ass was getting to crave my best bud’s dick and I didn’t like that. But I stopped fooling around with girls after that point. So two months into my bein’ his dick bitch, I decided I had to know whether it was just Marcus or it was any guy, so I took it from this other dude. I let this other guy fuck me. It wasn’t that good.

Marcus found out about it. Boy did he ever find out, that’s a story in itself. But we didn’t talk about it after that night. He just cut me off and I was already needin’ his dick in me by then.

I kept showin’ up at his place and we’d be hanging out like buds again, playing video games and laughing about some shit, but when I’d suggest he must be getting powerful horny, he’d clam up and look away. I even went so far as to make myself naked and on his bed face down once when he went to the bathroom, you know, so he’d get that I was ready. He saw me there and just went back to the living room to watch The Sopranos. Pretty soon I got dressed and sheepishly joined him on the couch. My butt missed him.

That next afternoon after I had made a fuckin’ whore of myself and he didn’t take my ass, we got off work and I started walkin’ home. He pulled up next to me in his truck and said, “Get in.” I did. But I was sad. I missed the Marcus who’d be waiting at his door when I come over wearing a T-shirt and yellin’ at me for bein’ late while ripping open my shirt and shovin’ my jeans down. I missed his smell. I missed my Marcus’ joy at finally getting rock-fucking-hard and my being proud it was my ass that did it for him. I missed being drenched in his sweat and then getting cum splattered all over my back and drippin’ down the curve of my ass.

So we go to this health clinic and Marcus was totally in charge. He told the nurse that one time he was with this whore, and now I needed all the STD testing. I didn’t say nothing, but I was embarrassed that he said that.

He got tested too. When they were askin’ me all these questions about what I did and with who, Marcus sorta directed me in some areas on how to answer and when that nurse asked if I was going to be engaging in any “high risk behaviors,” Marcus scratched his head and said, “Tex here isn’t gonna be sleeping with any more whores, if that’s what you mean.”

I knew what Marcus meant. He meant that I was his Dick Bitch, and only his. Nobody else could stick their dick in me. They say I’m kinda slow, but I knew why we were both being tested. He was telling me that this night - tonight was cumin’ the night I would be takin’ his dick all bare and then he would unload in me.

I don’t know if it felt different at first. I mean, when I was first learnin’ to take his dick and figurin’ this out, I would read these stories online and the gay guys always knew when it was bare and how great it felt. Well, I don’t reckon I know how different it felt, Marcus always feels good inside me, that is…once we’re in our rhythm, I would just get nailed ând banged hard… Marcus would hold my head down on the bare mattress and just start jack-rabbiting my ass.

Tonight, he’s pumping slow…now that he’s hard and I’m loosened up again. He hasn’t fucked me in 8 days and it took me a while to adjust to him againm it’s reminding me of that first time he fucked my ass and I squealed and begged him to stop. But tonight I’m so breathless in anticipation of getting seeded that it don’t occur to me to ask him to stop. I want it. I want his seed man. I can’t deny that no more. I want this grinning black man’s fuck seed to whitewash me!

He fucks into me to the point of his hard; wiry dick hair is scratching my overly-sensitive crack. He squirms around in me to make sure every part of my ass is feelin’ him and I quiver. He musta got tired of me wrigglin’ ‘cause he grabs my biceps and flings my arms back against the mattress. Oh yeah, I forgot to say that he likes me to pretend I want to get away. Cause he likes to hold me the fuck down. Sorta a re-enactment of that first time.

“There…” he announces. “You goin’ nowhere, DB. I ain’t done until yer all squishy inside.”

The word “squishy” makes me moan…boy oh boy, I reckon I am his dick bitch if I clamp down tight at the thought of his juice flowin’ inside of me. It’s true. I didn’t even know how much I wanted it, needed it…his baby-makin’ swimmers lookin’ ‘fer a home inside me. I’m sure he can tell by the look on my face that he said somethin’ sorta magic.

“Tex, “he hisses, pulling back until his tool is mostly out and only the head is trapped inside my ass ring. “Aw, when I cream you buddy, we’re both gonna fly.”

Bam! He’s in again..

I wheeze. I flex my biceps; he clenches his fingers down. I am losing my breath ‘cause I love it when he talks like this is part of what gets him pumped up. BAM, he slams into me again!

“You’re gonna need a cool swig water baby,” he’s panting. “Cause I’m gonna fuck my salty spew upyour ass until it’s gurgline in your throat.” BAM, he’s in me again!

I moan louder, “FUCK…Marcus…”

“Feels so good to be in your naked butt; I been needin’ to fuck you raw for so long…now I had a calendar. Buddy, I been plannin’ this day…plannin’ for this!”

Like, I said, I may be slow. I been told that. But it is all makin’ sense to me now. We got tested 8 days ago and got them results back already. We didn’t fuck since the day we got tested and I was worried he might be mad again. He saw my face and he slapped it playfully and with his buddy-friendly way. We’re takin’ a short break, DB don’tt worry, nothin’s wrong. I kept wonderin’ and wonderin’ why. Now I know. BAM. Savin’ it. BAM. BAM. Bam. He chuckles low and right over my mouth. In can taste his breath.

“Oh fuck yeah. I been savin’ it up for ya, DB. I wanna coat your insides, so slick and white that it looks like you redecorated. I wanna coat your organs with it, hopefully it’ll seep out all over ya.” He laughed again. “I want your kidneys to say…what the fuck is this semen doin’ all the way over here?”

We both laughed and he took advantage of my relaxed state to stab me harder. BAAAAAAM. Oof! That boy can nail ass like nobody’s business. If he’s been savin’ up for eight days, and I can see by his hunger it’s true, well it’s gonna be a bath!

I found out long ago that what Marcus doesn’t have in dick length, he sure makes up for in sperm. He told me once that guys with big dicks are nature’s way of survival of the fittest. That’s why black guys are gonna rule the earth in another generation or so. Guys who spurt out lots of cum…means that those guys got an extra advantage…I guess Nature wants Marcus’ genes to survive pretty bad.

Marcus doesn’t so much cum as he pisses sperm. I mean, I don’t know if it’s natural or not, I’d worry about losin’ some vital fluids with that much streamin’ out of my pisshol. He cums…and cums…and cum…and then cums... I’ve had my face drenched in it, you know.

I’ve drunk it too and it fills my stomach up so much that I don’t want no beer after that. It’s like I ate a milkshake. I’m not complainin’ though. Tastes good. Plus, it smells like Marcus and I gotta say, I like that.

“Tex, you gonna feel it inside.” He’s breathing heavy and I wish I could feel his nuts, cool, heavy, getting ready to launch the baby-makin’ missile shots. BAM, he’s in me again. Ever get fucked by a beer can? You never get used to it, you just get to cravin’ it.

“You’re gonna feel different from now on,” he tells me. “Guys who get bred, they change. You be mine now and you’re gonna get bred a lot from now on.”

I winced and shuddered with pleasure, he plunged into a soft, ass wall. I could tell Marcus was getting close...his dick was hard, rigid, and powerful. He kept nailing my butt with power. BAM!

“Beg!” he commanded me.

I knew what he wanted. I wish I could have refused him, but he knew it and I knew it. I wanted his seed.

“C’mon, Marcus...” I whimpered.

“BEG FOR IT!” he ordered.

“Do it man,” I mumbled. “Do it in me. Let it go in me.”

“Say it,” he picked up his pace. “Tell me…”

“Aw...hell. Fuck me, man. And then...dump your load. Gimmie that fuckin’ cum load, buddy.”

His mouth hovered just over mine and his sweat dripped into my face. I tried to shake it off, but he held my face still with his right hand so that I could smell him...his sweat kept dripping onto my face. That put me over the edge.

“Aw! Marcus,” I cried, and I think actual tears came out of my eyes. “You know man, you know I’m your dick bitch...you know I need that big spermy load, your cum, your cum, man...I need it inside me, buddy...Marcus, cum in me, please! PLEASE! Let that nut juice flood me!”

He did.

He growled and planted his lips on mine, he kissed me, jammed his tongue in my mouth and I received it hungrily. Marcus never kissed me before….never wanted him to. But at that moment, his body fucked me rigid and I knew that his 15 ass-pumping shots were each delivering a big creamy wad of jism into me.

So he flooded me with sperm and I opened my mouth to scream and instead sucked hungry-like on his thick, meaty tongue. He fucked me, then kept fucking me, then kept jabbing me deeper. I could feel my ass, all warm and gooshy and I dreaded the minute when he pulled out of me and I would feel empty inside and start missing him.

He pulled his mouth away and bellowed, “FUUUUUCK!” and started laughing. He stayed inside me, of course, pumping out the last bit of his copious sperm, and massaging it into my internal organs. I felt raw and wet. I wondered if he pissed in me.

“Wow, you got fucked, DB!” he laughed. “Seriously.”

I think there were still tears in my eyes.

“We’re gonna do this again in like...half an hour,” he groaned and started pulling away.

I pulled him close. He collapsed on top of me and whispered in my ear, “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, DB. Nowhere.”

His dick plopped out of my ass and I could feel juice leakin’. I felt so sad that he wasn’t in me. I needed him now. He was right.

Being bred changes you.

***

Marcus is reading over my shoulder right now and he agrees.

“Write about the first time,” he says with a mouthful of Fritos crunchin’ around in his mouth. But he also wants me to go back and rewrite this story - change some of the details to talk about how muscular he is. He just punched me on the arm and said, “Change it. Give me an 11 inch dick!” What a pecker head.

*** END OF PART I ***

Hey guys, did you like it? My first online fiction story. Email me and tell me what you liked, want to see more of, etc. grunt_612@yahoo.com. Oh yeah...if you’re a black top guy who likes masculine, football-player types, email me to say hello.