Question Existing:Sell Me Candy

Question Existing: Sell Me Candy Sell me candy like itРІР‚в„ўs summer when itРІР‚в„ўs melting in my hands I know youРІР‚в„ўre around like the ice cream man I can hear you calling, whisper something in my ear You're sweet like sugar, tell me what I wanna hear "What the fuck?" Corey was startled when he saw Saafir's big brown friend. He knew that there was sexual tension in the air, but he didn't know that it would be this forward. Besides, if anyone knew about his sexcapades with other dudes, his family name, the family business would be shamed. And then, what would happen? "Yo homie, I don't know if you gay and shit, but that 7 color shit don't rock over here" Corey said, trying his best to sound rugged. But at 5'9 inches tall, its not that menacing. Saafir gave him that, nigga please face. "You know you want me, just as much as I want you" Saafir said lustfully. Saafir was hard to resist. His cinnamon skin glistened because the weather was unbearable. Although it was the beginning of the summer, at 87 degrees, it already showed that the heat outside wasn't the only thing that would be blazing. He thought long and hard whether or not dude should be trusted. He only met him today. Although it had been 6 hours since he stepped foot in the office, that's not a good look, to let the trade beat it up so early. And by the look of his dick, it would be more than a beatdown. "Come here, yo, im not gonna bite, unless u want me to" Saafir said. As Corey approached him he became more nervous. He hesitated for a minute. And he was sure he had seen Vaughn(the ex) in the video, which made him feel uneasy. He didn't know what the relationship between Saafir and Vaughn had been. But, when you haven't had any in a long time. You become needy. Loneliness wasn't a good friend. He never spoke back and his presence always made you feel down. and He hadn't been touched by another man since Vaughn. Deep down, he didn't want to be touched by anyone else, but when you got a fine piece of caramel in front you, you forget about the flaws you have. As Saafir passionately kissed Corey, he thought he wasn't going to get anywhere until he felt Corey respond back. "That's it, don't be shy, we're both gonna have fun."Saafir said softly. "I'm gonna take good care of you". Corey's new name might as well have been putty, cause he was going to mold him into a new man- that did whatever he wanted. Saafir undressed him piece by piece. His cinnamon skin complemented his dark vanilla skin quite evenly. To Saafir's surprise, Corey wasn't wearing any underwear. The first item to be taken off was his expensive yet understated Yves Saint Laurent shirt. Although Saafir wasn't remotely interested in Corey, he had to admit, the man had class. He smelled of Burberry perfume which was enticing. Then, he wore a pair of Taverniti jeans, with Louis Vuitton briefs underneath. All that was left on Corey was his $344.44 Prada sneakers.(it had been a turn-on for Saafir to fuck dudes in sneakers, but high-end European designers were a new thing for him.) In Miami, they didn't have clothing options as they did in New York City. He was used to Sean John, Rocawear and the occasional Phat Farm. It would take him some time to adjust, but he would. Corey's body shook as Saafir's knowingly hands. touched all over him. Now it was Corey's turn. All he had to do was pull his jeans off completely and ... damn, his pretty dick just stared at him, just waiting to be sucked. "Damn, I hope I don't get distracted" he thought. Saafir took off his Sean John Shirt and a big wave of vanilla musk filled the air, which made him shiver slightly. "So, King Corey, how we gonna do this?" "like this" Corey said. As Saafir eased his tall 6'2 frame on the ancient Cambodian rug, Corey eased his wet mouth on his dick. Saafir's dick was a tricky one. Not only was it 9"(thick 9 at that) it was curved, and it bent upwards. So his whole mouth had to be on it, or else, Saafir would be a very unsatisfied person. "Damn, work that dick, Corey, don't stop." Saafir moaned, by the deep heavy slurps of Coreys mouth drowned his speech. Corey planned to give this dude the best head he ever had. He had watched plenty of thugporn throughout his dry spell and he was finally able to put those lessons to good use. His mouth was wet, it tasted like warm funnel cake mixed with vanilla extract. As he placed his whole mouth on Saafir's nut sack, Corey watched as Saafir's face went from pleasure to mercy."Chill, ima nut, no, no, no". The music in the background(a compilation of old rap throwback songs such as Foxy Brown-Gotta Get You Home,Jay-Z Big Pimpin and Lil'Kim-No Time) blasted through the room, his cries were drowned out by the infectious beats. Saafir thought he would be a gentleman and not fuck his face. Although it was hard not to. As he sucked his dick, he noticed that Saafir began to play with his ass. Corey moaned because there was a spot in his booty that got wet.This was when the tricks were over, and the real fucking began. No you don't. "Now, its my turn" Saafir said. Saafir picked up Corey and placed him on the conference table. "Spread ur legs" Saafir said. Saafir sat at the head of the table while he ate every inch of Coreys ass.He licked,slurped,and blew into his booty very loudly He had a special trick where he would place his mouth on his hole, leave it there for a minute or two, then he would wiggle his mouth back and forth until he felt his inner thighs tremble. Corey was in heaven, as he was on the 17th floor and he had one of the finest men on the eastern seaboard in between his legs. As his moans became louder and louder, Saafir knew that it would be any minute before he placed his 9" key into the palace of eternal paradise. The cool thing is, he didn't know whether he was in New York, Paris, Or Tokyo because(like I mentioned in the early chapters of Question Existing) the conference room was decorated with elaborate pieces of art from all around the world. He was in thug heaven. With Saafir's cinnamon tongue placed into Corey's deep vanilla covered treasure chest, there was a taste that Nestle had not invented yet. "Please, no more daddy, I just can't" Corey pleaded, but that just made him go even wilder. "You can't, but you will" Saafir said. He was a local nigga, he knew how to fuck. He placed his magnum on his dick and stood up to get more leverage over Corey. He looked deep into Coreys eyes, and noticed vulnerability that he hadn't seen before. He knew he was his for the taking. "Put it in" Saafir said. Corey was in no mind state to take dick, he just wanted to give him some bomb head, and get this dude open. Corey's eyes winced from the pain as he tried to wiggle onto Saafir's massive dick. 5 minutes later(Saafir does have a massive dick. Its cursed- thick, bent upwards and curved) They were in action. Saafir started with slow strokes. Then the real fun began. It became a tug of war, dick-vs-ass. Sometimes when Corey threw it back Saafir had no idea on what he would do. But when Saafir pinned him into a corner, Corey became flustered because he had nowhere to go. When Corey got the timing right, he rode Saafir dick to until you couldn't tell where Saafir's dick started or where Corey's ass ended. They both enjoyed it thoroughly. During this one hour fuck fest, souls, words, and fuck faces were exchanged. When Saafir came on Corey's perfectly shaped booty, the look on his face showed that he felt as if he performed an exorcism. They just laid on the chestnut marble table, neither of them wanting to move because if they had veered left, or right they might have messed up a little piece of heaven. "Damn, I didn't know you had it in you" Saafir said, breathless. "I didn't know I had it in me either, its been a while, you know?" Corey said. Saafir knew he was telling the truth, Corey was tighter than a fresh set of braids. But what came next, was a shock to us all.