"Larry ain't do you right. Time for a real man to step in, and pleasure that black king cock," Kevin told me. "I can tell you've been waiting too long for the right loving."
Larry and I were on the outs for sure. I being the fit, 29 year old U.S. Marine that happened to be stationed up the road at Twenty Nine Palms, was his "trophy boyfriend," as he showed me off to all of his high society, rich, older friends in Palm Springs for four years, and I grew tired of it. They all clamored for black cock, and he had the intent of crafting jealousy like most of the older, snobby, gays do. Kevin, a 61 year old Santa lookalike, and one of those friends, sensed it, and just wanted to do one thing: show his appreciation for a fine, black man.
"You came over to the house for a reason, at two in the morning, and it damn sure ain't for coffee," he said.
A few hours earlier, there were maybe 20 of us in Charlie's, a mutual friend of Larry and Kevin, backyard sitting at a table, eating, drinking, chatting and a few of us playing UNO. Larry was sauced and too busy bragging with a couple of uppity twinks, while Kevin, who was sitting to my right, was playing footsie with me. I initially thought it was Larry, for Larry knows that gets me hard, and that I need to be serviced as a result. I then realized I wore flip flops, while Larry didn't. Kevin did, and one thing led to another, to where it was in the wee hours of the morning where I ended up at Kevin's house in the nude, with Kevin "under me."
"I want that ass," I told Kevin as we laid under the covers.
Larry, a black version of him with similar stats (bald, thick salt and pepper beard, standing at five foot eleven, 330 lbs. with belly and ass, same age), wouldn't let me penetrate him, but saved face with sucking me off each night. Kevin started things off right when he blew me and took my first nut with us talking afterwards as laid between my legs, rubbing my sensitive balls, trying to get me hard again.
"I want it in my ass this time," he said.
My balls were somewhat sore from the explosion that took place, as Kevin made me cum so hard, but that wouldn't stop me from re-stiffening. He looked me in my eye as he pulled my cock with his mouth, going back and forth between the tip and the base, getting me horned up all over again.
"You ever pound Larry," he asked.
"I don't," I said.
"Baby, you can pound me. My pussy is built for it. I got ass for days, honey. Promise me you'll pound me?"
He put his tongue on the tip of my sack, before lapping away at it like a cat drinking milk.
"Pound me, baby."
"Ohhhhh fuck. I'll pound you honey."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"You gon' blow that nut all through my guts? I need it, and you know I need it," he said to me.
