"I'm sorry. Do you know how tall they are or what they weigh?"
"Dee a little taller than me. Built 'bout tha same. Q a short, stocky muthafucka. Ain't none of us got no problem gettin' pussy. Ya feel me?"
"Okay cool. I'll finish getting ready," Tyler acquiesced.
"You wanna beer?"
"Please," the twink begged.
Lamar grabbed a Bud Light and sat it on the bathroom counter as Tyler toweled off his slim, smooth body. He actually wanted to savor this bitch all by himself, but knew the alliance he and Dee had made during lock-up was sacred. Whenever one found a worthy faggot fuck-toy, he was obligated to invite the other for some tag team action. The rule had been invoked six times prior - only one of them by Lamar.
Tyler walked into the living room drinking his beer. Lamar studied the small framed pale skinned boy. "Yo' moms got some smell good lotions in the bedroom. Go get it and bring it so I can watch you put it on." Tyler returned with a bottle of black raspberry vanilla body cream. He squeezed a fair amount into his diminutive palm and rubbed his hands together. He bent down to lather his left leg and then his right.
Lamar sat watching on the couch. His mouth salivated. His dick stiffened. "Put some on that ass. Get that body soft," he said exhaling a stream of smoke from a Black & Mild. Lamar took a swig from his Bud Light and stood. He walked over to the nineteen year old and asked, "Want me to get your back?" Tyler shook his hand and handed over the lotion.
Lamar massaged the intoxicatingly sweet concoction into Tyler's back. "Damn, this shit smells good," he breathed. His rock hard nine inches poked Tyler as he finished the job. He whispered into Tyler's ear, "I need to fuck you now. You want this Black dick?"
Tyler purred, "Yes!"
"Get ready."
Tyler could smell the cigarillo and beer on Lamar. It acted as a pheromone for young Tyler. He could barely contain himself as he felt Lamar's dark lips press against the nape of his neck. He grew goose bumps and felt his flaccid penis go from soft to erect instantaneously. He wiry five inch cock leaked precum onto the floor. He wallowed in pleasure as Lamar's fingers fondled his nipples.
"Somebody excited," Lamar murmured.
"How can you tell," giggled Tyler.
"You always been good whenever I been around - respectful and shit. I like that. I'ma make love to yo' ass befo' these other niggas get ova here and we bang that ass out. You down with that?"
"Definitely!"
"Come sit on my lap," Lamar ordered walking towards his recliner.
Tyler knelt in front of the chair to suck Lamar's throbbing tool. As he worked his head magically, he massaged the massive balls. Lamar groaned with pleasure. "Get it real wet, baby," he pleaded. Tyler salivated causing it run down the meaty shaft. "Hell yeah," Lamar chortled. "Now get on this dick."
