“I’m gonna cum,” he said, as if he knew this would thrill me even more. Perry lurched and ground himself harder still into my insides, and then I felt him shoot his spunk into me. He fell on top of me and breathed heavily in my ear like a steam engine coming to rest. His cock twitched as it dispensed the last of his hot tapioca into me.
We lay still for a few moments before Perry climbed off and disappeared into the bathroom.
Uninvited and unannounced, Julius and Anan took Perry’s place in the room. I was still revved up from the pounding my friend had given me and although my cock hadn’t been hard while I was being fucked, it certainly was now.
Anan crouched over me and lowered himself backwards as if he were preparing to shit, then reached behind, grabbed my erection and slid his anus down over it. I felt the valve-entry and the hot, brazen nothingness of another man’s anus encapsulating my cock. Anan began to slide up and down, skilfully and with a smile on his face because he knew he was giving me something new that I would never forget.
And then, as if my evening could not get any more crazily horny, Julius climbed over me, facing Anan, and lowered his crack onto my face. This was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced, as this macho black man rubbed his anus on my nose and mouth. My mind switched wildly between the hairy man fucking himself on my rod and the smooth, muscular one applying a sort of benign humiliation from his lofty perch above my face.
Then Julius stopped and just pressed down as if he wanted my tongue to enter his arsehole and I pushed as hard as I could and made a slight entry, which was so exciting it triggered my orgasm, and my pent-up semen hurtled into Anan, who looked down and smiled. I saw this because at that moment Julius raised himself, giving me daylight for the first time in several minutes. I reached up and pulled him back down. I wanted his macho arse on my face for a while yet, possibly forever.