Hook Up

I was game for whatever this nigga had planed.  Our conversation was short and to the point.  Displayed on the computer screen.  I saw his pictures, he showed me his dick, and I showed him everything he wanted to see.  Brother was something of a wonder, and I was horny as hell.  My dick was hard the minute he cut that yahoo cam on.  This nigga was much, much more attractive than those pictures on BGC led me to believe.  If I could put my mouth on the screen, and have him shove his dick through, I would’ve e-sucked the hell out of him.  Funny thing is, I’m usually a top.  I’m not saying I never been fucked, but it’s not the norm.  It’s an urge that I get every once in a while.  But when it hits, it hits hard, and my asshole gets unbearably moist.  It’s so bad I cant sleep.  So I gotta get fucked and fucked right when it happens.  And because I don’t want my shit out there like that I usually fuck with these DL cats that I know I wont run into at the club or at some other gay event. Aint no nigga gone be whispering that he bust my ass wide open.  Fuck that.

With all that being said, hormones had me talking mad shit to this dude.  I’m describing positions, angles, how flexible I am.  I mean I was open before he touched me. Before I really met him.   And he kept playing with his dick.  He wouldn’t let me see the head.  All I could see was the shaft hanging.  And from the looks of things and how far he had to hunch over to grip the head, I knew he was holding something heavy   So I turned around on the chair, and typed “Ima hold my shit open while you fuck me.” I turned my back to him, put my knees on the office chair, and spread my ass apart as wide as I could.   When I looked back at the screen his dick was staring right at me.  He turned sideways so I could get a full view.  I swear moisture splashed out my ass.  I told you my shit gets wet like nobody’s business. This mother fucker was a freak of nature.  11.5 maybe 12 inches.  This was the type of fuck I needed to set me right for a while. And he had that mushroom head thing going for him. His nutts dropped low.  The tip of his dick was wet.  At least it appeared that way over the computer screen. He asked me to show him my asshole close-up, so I leaned the camera down, and zoomed in so he could see just how tight my shit was.   He started tapping his dick against his camera, and the words flashed in the text box, “that’s my dick tapping that ass”.  I inadvertently rocked back and forth.  I was already fantasizing about the beat down this nigga was gonna deliver when he gave me the dick. He was gonna knock that craving right out my ass for a while.  Damn!!!  He asked me to smack my asshole.  At first it felt awkward, spanking my ass to a computer screen.  But I did it.  “Not good enough. I didn’t say ya ass nigga. I said smack that ass hole”.  Nobody ever asked me that, and that shit turned me the fuck on.   “Smack that ass hole hard”. I shifted my body so that my legs were open wider, and with three fingers bunched together, I bought force down on my asshole, hard.  Fuck! That shit stung, because my shit was soaked from sweat, or whatever liquid my ass was producing.  For the record, that shit about cumming out your ass is true.  Trust me I know first hand.  The screen flashed, “Again”.  I couldn’t deny this man.  So I did it again and again, and as many times as he could type "again".    He continued to fuck the hole he had created using both his hands.    His stroke game was sick.  First the head would peak through several times extremely fast, then he would fully extend his dick through it, slowly pushing his pelvis as far as it could go. "When I see you, Im gone beast fuck the shit out of that fat ass!"  All Caps.   He was wining his waist in a circular motion, now holding his dick with one hand and bouncing his nuts around with the other.  It was more than sexy.  I thought I was gonna cum on myself.  I turned around and mounted both my legs on the desk.  I wanted him to see everything, asshole, nuts, dick.  My seat was soaked.  The more he pumped through that imaginary ass hole he created with his hands, the more pre-cum oozed out of his dick.  I couldn’t take it, and before I could get those words out, he said it.  “Come through and let me dig in that wet ass".  I wanted to hesitate so bad.  I wanted to appear reluctant, not impressed, not desperate, but my dick was in pain, my ass was crying, so I said "when and where".  He responded,  NOW NIGGA.  YOU SEE MY DICK NEED MILKING.  COME GET THIS SHIT OUT OF ME!"  Again.  All Caps.    He shot me the address and I was on my way . Sweat pants no draws, dick rock hard.  I didn’t wanna talk  I just wanted to walk in, let that nigga choke my ass up pull my shit down, and fuck the hell out of me. 

His neighborhood wasn’t the best, but I’ve been to worse.  When I pulled up to the house, I hit the horn once. These DL niggas don’t like to much attention drawn, so a light tap on the horn usually works.  Know one came out.  So I waited.  I couldn’t help but keep grabbing my dick. It had a pulse, and that shit was going into over drive.  Ten minutes later.  Know one.  So I started to pull off, disappointed and angry as fuck and  about to hit the strobe and give some nigga ten dollars to suck me off until I bust in his mouth.  Yeah it was that serious, but before I hit the corner, dude appeared out of nowhere.  "Where you going?"  I wanted to flip out on him for making me wait, but I aint have time for that.  I was to beat for some dick.  So I smiled, “wassup Dee”.  All these DL niggaz are named Dee.  To his credit, he was even better looking in person.  “You know what it is.  Come in and let’s make it do what it do.  Le’s get that clopping going."  I knew what he meant The visual came in clear as ever. His nuts clopping up against my ass. 

He walked away cocky as ever, I followed like a little school girl.  We entered the hallway, which was dark.  I thought to myself, "Damn this shit is dangerous."  My senses were telling me to turn the fuck around.  But my ass was in control.  Then unexpectedly Dee turned around and started tonguing me down.  I’m barely able to catch my breath, before I hear the belt on his jeans hit the floor.   I wanna look down and see that dick in the flesh, but before I could shift my head, he had two fingers in my ass, finger fucking the shit out of me.  "Damn was I that fucking wet?  Yeah I was."  I’m trying to adjust, but just when I get use to the two fingers, two more enter,  and his other hand comes crashing down on my ass cheeks hard as hell.   I tense up hard, but quickly relax after realizing that the tensing up is just making it more painful.  Then  Dee pushes my head down with force. “Suck that dick nigga.”  He's leaning over, still finger fucking me, and grabbing my ass cheeks.  His dick is smashing up the side of my cheek.  I’m trying to get a hold on it with my hand, but he’s too busy back there for me to get it the way I want it.  Then I realize, the only way to suck his dick in this position, is to put the entire thing in my mouth, down my throat and from the way he's behaving, he's definitely going to try and choke my ass. Finally I lean my neck back like I’m a fucking duck, and maneuver my head to where his dick is lined up perfectly with my mouth.  He shoves his hands further up my ass, and I scream.   While my mouth is open he slips his dick down my throat and gags me, and I’m only to happy.  I’m spitting, gagging, choking, everything but refusing to take his dick out my mouth.  He catches a hot rhythm and starts face fucking me with precision, hips rocking back and forth, nutts smashing against my chin.  I was so into it, I was about to nutt.  I had to keep adjusting my body as much as I could to ensure that my dick didn’t rub up against my leg or anything else, cause if that happened, it was gone be a done deal.  Nutt everywhere. .  His seed was secretly creeping out.  The taste was typical.  Salty.  Damn! Bruh is handling me well!  Nigga then lifts my head up, nudges me forcefully, then pulls me down to this dirty ass hallway floor, on my back, and tosses my legs in the air.  My sweatpants are wrapped around my ankles, and suspended in the air by one of his hands.   I see him pull some little tube from the corner.  He had this shit planned.  He squeezes some liquid directly on his dick, then he pours some in his hands, and smack it up against my asshole, fingering me just a little bit.  Really I aint need that much, my asshole was a fucking ocean by now. “Yeah nigga ima get that ass now. You gone take this big dick.  I’m smashing the fuck out of you.”  I’m turned on and frightened at the same time.  Dudes dick is donkey like.  When it slides in, there’s nothing I can do.  Resistance, as they say, is futile.  Even with all my ass clenching I was too fucking wet to keep him from pushing forward.   It hurts like a mother fucker.  I’m breathing heavy as hell.   I can’t even maneuver to push him back a little.  My legs are near my ears, and these sweat pants around my ankles have me locked in.   Dude doesn’t give a fuck.  He’s fucking me down, pulling damn near out and slamming back in, and doing it quickly too.  I’m begging him to calm down, but my request seem to turn him on more.  The more I beg, the harder he slams.  “Wait nigga hold up.”  “Fuck that nigga, I got ya ass now, bitch nigga.”  It’s not feeling good anymore.  I’m trying to push him off, but the way I’m situated I can’t access my strength.  Am I being raped by this nigga?  Fuck it, let it happen then.  Dude is calling me all types of degrading names, from faggot to sissy boy, to describing my ass as a piece of pussy.  I’m trying to hold back the tears for two reasons.  This shit is hurting me like hell, and I wanna fuck dude up, but I cant move right now, plus this is dude hood, aint no telling what he got laying around here, or how quickly his yell might send out his neighborhood goons.  So I gotta take this shit.   I can feel his weight slamming into me each time.  I’m trying to stay quiet but I cant.  “Damnn ya pussy wet bitch.  You got that good shit.”  The words are cutting through me and causing just as much pain as his dick.  I might get smashed out here and there, but I get smashed out as a man, not as a bitch.  But the next phrase that fell out his mouth, was what caused the greater panic…………..”I gotta share this shit bitch.  Aint no fun if the homies cant get none.” Until that point, I had my eyes closed.  “What the fuck did he mean by share?”   Wait a minute!  I look up.  He’s not holding my legs anymore, but I still can’t move them.  There’s another set of hands on me.  Somebody else is holding my ankles, and his dick is in my face.   There’s a small light coming from the distance, and its getting closer.  It didn’t take much thought to figure out what it was.  I couldn’t see who was holding the camera, but the light was glaring in my face.   I tried to jump up, but this other nigga had a vice grip on me.  Old boy is still fucking me hard as hell.  “Open ya mouth nigga, and suck my shit.  Its either do that, or you aint getting out this house alive.  When it hits me what’s really happening, I see two more niggas standing directly behind Dee naked, dicks hard. Dee yells out, “Fuckkkkkkk”!!!!! My body is invaded by blast of hot shit banging against my walls.  Its strong,   It keeps coming and coming and coming.  I know its not over.  The pain is unbearable, and the thought of whats about to happen is worse.  I try to scream, but vice grip nigga, stuffs his dick in my mouth, simultaneously, I feel the cold circle of steel against my temple.   ……………………..TO BE CONTINUED