A gay sex adult story: Dannell – Donnell and Darnell (What Just Happened part4) by Pcsissy,
This is part 4 of a continuing series about a young white guy who is introduced to and then enthusiastically explores the pleasures of interracial gay rough gangbang sex.
When Dannell and Donnell returned, I had had my cry in Uncle Leon’s arms and was calmer and felt pretty happy about this sudden and unexpected turn in my life, so I was getting more excited about moving ahead and seeing my plan for the guy who had abused me realized.“So, we’re sorry we couldn’t get here sooner.” Dannell said.
“That’s ok, I got to know your Uncle Leon better,” I said coyly, even though I presumed they would know how Leon had comforted and then made love to me soon enough, if they did not already know. I smiled sincerely, but the emotions that had been tapped were not far from the surface. I was still feeling a little emotional, first from having been with LaMar under rough circumstances, and then Leon in what was almost the precise realization of a fantasy, even if it was not precisely one of my actual personal fantasies. But since it looked like I was lucky enough that soon, Dannell and Donnell were going to be taking care of my specific fantasy, a big part of it anyway, which I had had for years in just a little while I was fine. Still, there was emotion in my voice.
“Uncle Leon also told us you thought you needed more practice,” Donnell continued for him with a silly grin on his face. Dannell and Donnell are identical twins, they do that a lot. “We even called another one of the guys in the club who we thought might be free today to see if he was available to help out too.” Dannell again. Donnell: “he is on his way here now, just in case. Would you like to meet him?” It occurred to me that I had not actually agreed to be one of the entertainments for their club, but I supposed that, now I was thinking about it, I did want to be one some time, and in fact had been thinking about when it could be arranged in the back of my head.
Now I actually did laugh, “yeah, actually you assholes are kinda dicks for having sneak peeked at me peeking at your big dicks in the showers at the gym, you know what I mean?”
“You are kidding, right?” Donnell. “After the first couple of times we always made sure to shower last. You were so obvious. “ “Well, that and we liked looking at your cute little white boi butt in the shower.” Darnell.
Busted, and I thought I had been so discrete… Now I was laughing out loud.
“Well, I need practice giving oral pleasure for my plan to work.” I confessed. So, my fantasy of getting double-penetrated by the twins was still going to be intact for a later time because today I was going to suck them one at a time to get the practice I wanted and it seemed pretty clear that I needed be ableto do LaMar the way I thought he deserved to be done.
I walked over to Dannell and asked, “I realize we are short of time for foreplay, but can I get at least one kiss?” before anyone could do anything, Darnell complained, “what, you don’t want to kiss me?” That actually flustered me a little, because for a long time I had dreamed of having both of the twins take me at the same time in a double-penetration “that’s not what I meant.” They both laughed. “Well, in that case, it is going to need to be two kisses each – what you think we don’t like kissing little pink sissies like you?” It was a long standing joke of ours, the twins and mine, from playing sports together and being aware that some people, black or white, disapproved of our black-white friendship, even in the current day that they weren’t ‘black’ they were brown, and I wasn’t ‘white’ I was ‘pink’.
I actually think I was the first one to say it when Donnell had once used the terms black and white, telling me I was one of the few white kids who didn’t act as if I was afraid the black was going to rub off on my white skin if they touched me. “You two aren’t black, you are brown, and I am not white, I am more pink.”
So now it was Donnell who grabbed me and said, “So fuckin’ kiss me, Pinky!” I did, luring his tongue into my mouth by darting my own out to touch, not lick, his lips with my tongue, then retreating as his tongue probed into mine, as if in hot pursuit.
“Save some for me,” Dannell cut in like a ballroom dancer, grasping my shoulders and pulling me to him. There was no need to lure his tongue in – he probed inside me as if he were trying to touch the back my throat with his tongue. Breathtaking!
“So, not to be unromantic, but I do need some practice here.” And I reached down to press my hand against his crotch, I could feel his girth burgeoning at my touch and it made me feel deliciously sissy as my clitty started to stiffen a little. I kneeled before him and reached for the zipper and pulled it down, reaching inside to feel his heft and warmth. I grasped his pants and boxers at once and pulled them down, his penis was not quite as big as Uncle Leon’s but it WAS big and, it was a beauty – you know how the proportions of some cocks are just nicer? Well, Dannell’s was gorgeous, circumcised, a rich brown, just the slightest curve, which to my eye made it look like it was taking off like a plane from a runway. It also had a lovely helmet. To my great excitement and satisfaction, Dannell already had a pretty little ooze of pre-cum which I licked off his tip and onto my lips before wrapping my lips around his head and beginning to love his slit with my tongue in earnest.
Because of the tooth-grinding appliance I was using, I did not need to worry so very much about my teeth raking his rod and ruining the sensations of my mouth, lips, and tongue. If I wanted to please, and I did, I would need to use good technique, but with the guard fitted, there was no scraping, which let me apply a lot more abandon in my movements. As I loved his manhood with my mouth, I caressed his beautiful big balls with my hands, tracing the shape,, running my fingers softly and lovingly around them, entranced by the heft of them, mesmerized by the promise of a delicious, hot, slippery reward from them.
I still needed to use good technique, though, if I wanted my reward, so I renewed my focus on his gorgeous cockhead, mouthing it with the lips, adoring it with the tongue, and sucking. I slid my mouth down as far as I could then swallowed it into my throat. I guess he enjoyed the sensation because he moaned softly.
Then he added some real encouragement. “Yeah you pretty little cocksucker, love my big black cock like a good sissy faggot.” In the circumstances, that was inspirational, I continued to swallow and then slide back up his long shaft. Normally I would have placed his hands on my head and let him deep throat me, but I needed to practice being in control here. The good thing was, that, since I was controlling the pace and depth, choking was much less a problem than it would have been with him holding my head and facefucking me. I still had to fight to control the gag reflex, but this was actually turning out to be good practice for that, I was able to control the retch reflex much better and relax and swallow him pretty deep. I was really getting into it, and he was too so he turned it up a notch, “Yeah, Pinky, you pretty little sissy, you love my big black cock, don’t you?” “I answered as well as I could considering how full of his dick my mouth was. I was trying to say, “yes, you big brown, god! I love your dick, give it to me, give it to me.” It came out sounding like nothing but grunts and groans, but Dannell seemed to understand. “You like it, don’t you you little girlie boi? You love my big brown sissy pleaser, don’t you?” I gave up trying to speak and settled on responding with moans and grunts. The moaning did the trick, in a matter of minutes, after I had forced my throat deep onto his cock, he grasped my head and pulled out just a little at first I was a little concerned, thinking I was doing something wrong or that he did not enjoy, but after the first spurt, I understood that he was just making sure I was going to be able to taste his spunk, instead of shooting it into my throat.