“No, dude,” replied Leroy. “Nothin’ like that. Tonight’s just gon’ be sex.”
Mitch blinked. “I want you dudes up in my shit so fuckin’ bad right now.”
“Yeah, whiteboi,” said Tyrone. “We know. You gon’ get us. Tonight we’ jus’ gon’ fucc.”
Mitch wondered what Trina was up to right now. She was probably on her knees in a bathroom somewhere in Midtown, swallowing load after load of cum. Somewhere deep down, he probably still loved her, but right now, he couldn’t give a fuck about her. All he wanted right now was big black dick.
He reached under the table and seductively gripped Leroy’s fat beef. “You gonna beat my pussy up?” he whispered.
Leroy nodded, grinning as he looked deep into Mitch’s eyes. “Fo’ sure.”
“Fuck yeah,” breathed Mitch.
Tyrone stood to leave. “We fuckin’ outta here. Code red. Whiteboi in heat.”
*
They headed back to Tyrone’s apartment. He opened the door. They sat down, cold beers within easy reach. “I haven’t told you the rest of what happened today,” said Mitch. “It gets better.” He paused. “She was fucking snooping around my shit and she found my dildo.”
“Woo!” hollered Tyrone. “You got a dildo?”
Mitch returned serve. “You serious right now? Of course I’ve got a fucking dildo. It’s a big black one, too. And, like, it’s really fat. I mean, how else do you think I manage to take your massive dicks? If I didn’t know how to fuck myself with something long and girthy, you’d probably put me in hospital.”
Leroy looked at Tyrone, stroking his chin in thought. “He got a point, dude.”
“And then you’d have to come visit me on the ward and bring me flowers. So anyway, she confronted me about it. She appeared shocked to her core, but I don’t know why. I mean, fuck, most dudes play with their assholes, right?”
The thugs remained silent, unwilling to be drawn. Their silence made Mitch wonder. Appearances can sometimes be deceptive. For now, he filed their non-response away.
“Meanwhile, she’s out at a bar right now wearing the sluttiest, trashiest dress she could find, looking for dick. Whatever, I don’t care. Or maybe I do care, I don’t fucking know right now. But that’s why I lost my shit in the alley, because I don’t know what the fuck’s going on right now. She was seriously fucking pissed at me, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her so angry before, but I felt really calm, and I can’t make sense of any of this yet. I mean, why would I feel so chill when she was so pissed at me? I don’t fucking know. So I went out and got myself something to eat, came back home and watched some basketball, and then I had some whiteboi sex.”
There was a pause in the conversation. “You know what whiteboi sex is, right?”
“I think I do,” whispered Tyrone, “but tell us anyway.” His dick moved. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“For me, whiteboi sex is when I fuck myself to interracial porn with my fat black dildo.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Leroy seethed.
Mitch continued. “I watched a gloryhole scene where some white bitch is sucking a big black dick. I jammed my dildo down my throat, choking myself, wishing I was her. And then she took it in her ass, and I fucked myself as I watched. I came on my hand and stomach, and I ate it up.” He pointed to Leroy. “And then you texted me.”
“Perfect timing, wouldn’t you say?” Leroy responded. “Bet yo’ hole is loose right now, ain’t it?”
“Maybe it is,” teased Mitch. “You wanna find out?”
Tyrone gently took Mitch’s clothes off, except for his frilly pink panties. Their whiteboi stood in the middle of the room, his small dick poking a little tent. Leroy moved in and towered over him, leaned down, and pressed his lips to Mitch’s. Mitch’s mouth opened, inviting the gangster’s tongue into his eager mouth. He moaned into Leroy’s face, and Leroy responded by gripping Mitch’s jaw tight.
Tyrone watched.
A string of saliva connected Mitch’s mouth to Leroy’s as their kiss ended. Mitch’s eyes were closed in bliss. A huge dollop of precum had appeared on the outside of his panties.
Mitch looked up at Leroy. He nearly swooned. “I swear you could make me cum just by kissing me.”
“We’ gon’ make you cum soon enough,” Tyrone chimed in, “so don’t you fret ’bout that. By the way, I like yo’ panties. They cute.”
Mitch stared at Tyrone, barely believing he was here.
“So you gon’ fuckin’ undress me now, whiteboi?” Tyrone said.
Mitch drooled. He lifted Tyrone’s t-shirt over his shoulders and gawked at his massive pecs and his pierced nipples.
“You wanna touch?” Tyrone invited.
Mitch’s hands went straight to Tyrone’s sculpted chest. “Your body is so sexy.” Tyrone sighed; his nipples had always been sensitive. Mitch looked up at Tyrone. “Can you bounce for me?”
“Sure thing.” Mitch watched, entranced, as Tyrone bounced his chest for him. Mitch couldn’t restrain himself. His mouth engulfed one nipple, then the other. He couldn’t get enough of Tyrone’s masculine torso.
As Mitch gorged himself on Tyrone’s chest, he heard a deep voice. “Hey, whiteboi,” said Tyrone. “Don’t get ahead of yo’self.”
Mitch looked up, his tongue teasing Tyrone’s left nipple.
“I’m still wearin’ pants, ain’t I?” he said. “You wanna do somethin’ about that?”
Mitch pulled Tyrone’s pants down, and ten fat inches of BBC slapped him in the face. He pulled the fabric down over Tyrone’s sneakers and threw his pants against the wall.
Tyrone gestured toward his cock. “You gon’ suck on that shit, or what?”
Mitch salivated. He impaled himself on Tyrone’s dick, choking on it.
Tyrone sighed, feeling Mitch’s hand pistoning up and down his shaft while his tongue drew circles around the head of his dick. “Yeah, that’s some good shit right there, whiteboi.”
Meanwhile, Leroy had undressed himself. His nine inches of fat meat already stood erect. He wet his finger and began teasing Mitch’s anus through his panties. Mitch noticed and turned around. “Please don’t fuckin’ play with me tonight. Don’t fuckin’ tease me with your fingers. I want your fat black dick in me. I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck your bitch. Fuck the shit out of your desperate little whiteboi slut.”
Hearing those words made Leroy’s cock hard enough to break glass.
Trina was a distant memory as Leroy pulled Mitch’s panties to one side. He spat on Mitch’s pussy before forcing his way in. And as Tyrone fed his mouth and filled his throat, his dicklet swelled. It felt so good. He tried so fucking hard not to cum. He willed his balls to hold still.
Tyrone’s heavy hands rested on the back of Mitch’s head, holding his throat in place as he fucked his face. He grabbed one of Mitch’s hands and guided it up to his chest. Mitch tweaked and teased Tyrone’s nipples, and it didn’t take long for him to get his first load of the night. Tyrone gripped his shaft and jacked himself off into Mitch’s mouth. Mitch moaned in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen.
Tyrone’s heavy balls drew up into his body, ready to explode. He moaned; his chest and abdomen flexed as he spewed semen into Mitch’s mouth and all over his tongue. Without a word or a sound, Mitch swallowed Tyrone’s massive load of thick black nut.
He let Tyrone take his dick out of his mouth. He fixated on the fat black head as it slowly moved away from his face. He looked up at Tyrone. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You’re delicious.”