Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  “Well, it grew bigger this summer,” he answered.

  “Okay, but let’s hope it keeps growing,” I said.

  “But not very big I hope,” he said. “My dick is already bigger than my dad’s.”

  “Well, let’s see, having a big dick is not a curse, don’t you worry,” I answered as I wrapped my hand around his dick. It fitted in my hand and then he thrust forward and drove the dick through my fist. I then pumped my hand up and down the dick body several times before I pulled it straight down and wrapped it around the head with my lips.

  “Ooohhh, fuck!” he cried out as he tossed his head back.

  Then, I moved my mouth up and down the dick head several times and I slurped the head with my tongue. And then I felt his young and muscular legs started to tremble.

  “Oh, shit, Sir,... Oooh, my goodness, ohhh fuck, ahhhh. Sir, this is the first time I felt like this!” he groaned. “Oh fuck you! Suck it, suck my dick dude.... Oooh, yeah, it feels so good.”

  I gently pushed him backward and told him to lay back across the bed. I then crawled between his legs as I hovered over his crotch and started sucking him again. I swear he was so hot. To keep him in place, I had to lean over and lay my forearms on his hips, so I could suck him nicely. But still, he squirmed under me, pushing his dick up into my mouth and many times, it hit my throat and choked me.

  “Take it easy boy and let me do the work,” I told him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you, your entire dick, I’ll gobble it right down to your balls, but you have to let me get used to it first.”

  “Damn, I’m sorry I can’t lay still,” he groaned while he was still twisting his butt around the mattress. “It is so freaking good, I just can’t lay still.”

  I then smiled as I went back down on him. But suddenly, I found out just how good it was for him. As I was about to close my mouth around the head of his dick, he suddenly spurted out his load into my mouth. He suddenly drew his legs up and locked his muscular thighs tightly around my head and he pushed his dick unmercifully as he unloaded his sperm into my mouth. It was such an amazing way to ejaculate. I was astonished that he could blow such a heavy load. My mouth was then filled with his salty and fresh sperm. I let the cum stay allow in my mouth till he was finished, his dick head was encased in his own juice, then I swirled it around his dick several times before I started to swallow. He suddenly raised his head and his eyes were wide because he realized that I was swallowing his semen.

  “Oh my, Sir, you are eating my cum!” he gasped. “Sir, that’s my sperm, you are fucking swallowing it!”

  'I finished gulping his cum down before I washed his dick with my tongue, then I raised up from between his thighs.

  “Did you wanna save it for something?” I asked.

  “No Sir, um, I just can’t believe... I mean, I didn’t even mean to ejaculate in your mouth, I just lost my control. I really can’t believe you did swallow the stuff.”

  “Well, I will always swallow your cum,” I answered him. “I would never let anything that precious go to waste.”

  That was out first time, and I was aware it was just a blowjob to him. But that’s okay, it’s just that, it was more than a blowjob to me. So the next time I went to the store, I intently went off when his shift was about to end, and to my delight, he offered me again to help with my groceries. It was just a few stuff and I could handle it myself, but I still said yes, I would appreciate it. When we were in the parking lot, beside my car, he asked me if I needed help unloading the items again, but with a cunning and hopeful grin.

  “But are you sure that it's my groceries you want to unload?” I said jokingly.

  “Well, I just thought I’d ask,” he said as he shrugged.

  “Yeah, I needed some help, but I’m sure you needed one too,” I said.

  “Oh yes, that was pretty awesome, last time was great!” he said with enthusiasm in his tone.

  I then pulled around to the back of the store, he locked his bike up and I picked him up, it’s better if people would see him being picked up than going in by himself.

  “Okay, listen, when we get to my house, I want you to duck down till we get in the garage,” I instructed him.

  When we were safely in the garage, he carried my groceries in for me and right away started undressing himself.

  That second time and the times that followed after that, he started to experience it as more than a simple blow job. I realized he was just beginning to become sexually good, especially with his age. Not that he was queer, I really didn’t think he was, but then he learned how to quickly turn a man on.

  As time went by, I learned that his father was a foreman in a construction firm, thus, he was often out of town because of his job. One day, I asked him if he could stay over the night. He agreed. It seemed like he had no mother anymore, so going out was no problem. Those nights he was with me, I initiated him into the wonders of my tongue in his ass and he loved his tits being sucked. I held on to my desire as long as I could, I purposely built him up to it, then, at last, I was able to ask him if he would like or if he could fuck me. He had no response, he was speechless. But I was actually surprised he never asked it to me before. He eventually agreed, so I introduced him to the joy of fucking another man’s asshole.

  When he first fucked me, he nearly went crazy. During that first time, he kept saying, “Ooohh.... Oh fuck, oh my goodness, shit, fuck, I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,”

  That night, I let him do it three times. He could have fucked me the next morning, except that we woke up a bit late and he had to go to the school. He stayed the next night and made up for it. After a few minutes of groaning and blurting out erotic words, he calmed down, except his action. He was absolutely insatiable. And, as I’ve said earlier, he made me exhausted. Though, I never complained.

  Why would I? He never fucked me less than three times a night since then. I would simply bend over and let him fuck me from behind and I didn’t have to try to keep up with him.

  I had always left twenty dollars on my closet. And no matter how much time we spent together or how many times we had sex, I always gave him just twenty dollars. And to my surprise, after awhile, he told me not to though I insisted that that was our deal. I took care of Cesar till he became a college student. He was worried that when he left for college, he wasn’t sure how he was gonna get turned back on to women. I assured him though that I didn’t think he would have any problem with that. To my delight, even though he met a girl and fell in love, he would always sleep over to my place when he was at home. I just remained what we loved to call an integral part of his sex life the whole time he was in college.

  When Cesar got married, he invited me to his bachelor party, right, with his younger friends. I was the only one who seemed not affected by alcohol, so I thought of getting him home. As we were driving off the club, he told me, “why don’t we just go to your place? You can make sure I’m good in the morning.”

  “I am not sure if that’s a good idea, Cesar,” I said. “I mean, see, you’re drunk and I am not. I am scared that I might take advantage of that one last time. ”

  He then leaned on the seat. “Huh? What do you mean one last time?”

  “Oh, you jerk, you’re getting married tomorrow!” I yelled at him.

  “Yeah, I am getting married, so you mean you’re turning me out?” he asked and he sounded indignant. “What do you call that? Some kind of punishment for getting married to a girl?”

  I was surprised, so I asked him, “are you saying that I can share with your wife?”

  “Well, you know, I am saying that I am not sure if my wife can handle me, it would be good to know I had someone in reserve.” he jokingly said.

  “Damn! Are you bragging or telling a fact?” I scolded him.

  “Since I’ve been away at college, I am saying my experiences with women,” he said. “They always wear down before I am finished.”

  “Aw, I knew that feeling, you have to take it easy with a girl. Reme
mber, you are a machine,” I replied.

  “Okay, I’m a machine, but if a machine needs oiling or a little extra maintenance, it would be nice to know I could come for it to you.”

  “Fine! My door is always open for you, but I don’t want to come between you and your wife,” I reminded him,

  “You know what? I was thinking of more than just your door being open,” he jokingly added.

  I smiled as I squeezed his leg. “I could give you a good blowjob now and then if you still got some energy left, you know,” I said.

  -- THE END --

  Abandon Ship

  Kyle and Troy are sea-loving, fast-moving pirates that travel the open seas in search of treasure and adventure. Kyle is from a poverty-ridden London whilst Troy is the captain of the ship. When they are attacked by the anti-pirate force the two are stranded together on a small island with nothing but a harsh ocean surrounding them and it’s as they fight for their survival that they realize how much they need one another.

  ****

  In a world where pirates roamed the seas, the imperial armada ruled the lands and every town had a tavern full of wenches I did my best to get by. It wasn’t easy being stuck behind the gate in London, a giant metal structure that blocked off the harbor from the rest of the city with nothing but sea at our backsides. Those of us born within the gate were stuck there for life; our world was tiny and corrupt. The guards only let merchants and lords through the gate, they did not care that our parent’s had birthed us into the place; we were nothing but vermin to them.

  That wasn’t to say we were forbidden from leaving, we were free to stowaway on a ship or take our chances in the water but when your world is a tiny part of a massive city there isn’t much chance for honest work and a decent living. We stole from one another, we fought and killed one another for dry spots on the ground to sleep – the law didn’t exist behind the gate. Thankfully, a kind man had taken pity on my brown haired, blue eyed self and given me a job at his tavern. It was rare for a young man like me to work in a place adventurers usually went to drown their sorrows in tits and ale but according my boss my ‘feminine’ structure was luring enough to attract men and by the time they released I was a young man they’d already be on their fifth drink and not care – not that I was ever forced to do things I didn’t want to do.

  I craved to leave; I wanted to break free from the gate I was born behind and travel the lands. I knew climbing over would be impossible which only meant one thing – I had to escape by sea.

  You heard stories of pirates looking for new crewmates in places like this. Coming along on their giant ship disguised as merchants and taking what they need. Not all pirates were monsters, they were divided into two factions, the free-fighters and the black rogues. Free fighters lived by their own law but held honor close to their hearts, they sailed where they wanted and did what they wanted whilst making sure never to shed innocent blood or rob from someone poorer than themselves, they were pirates with a moral code.

  Black rogues were deadly, they would murder and defile, they would steal and they would burn the rest. It was because of those that the imperial armada hunted down any pirate and killed them on sight. It didn’t matter to the law if you were good or bad; if you were a pirate you would be hung.

  One of the perks of being a barman, in-fact, the only perk of being a barman behind the gate in London was getting to listen to all of the gossip every day. I knew that if I stuck to the shadows long enough and kept my head down that I’d eventually hear the information that led me out of this prison-island and onto the seas where I belonged.

  That’s when I caught the end of a conversation between two travelers.

  “The pirates are out at the whorehouse,” one said to the other as he took another sip of his ale.

  “Really? Pirates are in London?” It was no wonder the other man was surprised, the place was crawling with imperial armada at the gate.

  I wanted to make sure I heard them correctly, to interrupted and get confirmation but people had been attacked for a lot less in this area so instead I finished my shift and ran for the whorehouse which lay by the choppy sea with its backside always being splashed by the waves that swooped upwards from the ocean a few meters below.

  “Hey Kyle, what brings you down to these parts?” Mistress Rose was the whore’s lady who kept all of them in check and made sure they were safe.

  “I’m looking for the pirates, are they here?!” I was trying to push past her but she kept standing in my way.

  “I knew you’d show up, there captain is here,” she replied.

  “But he asked not to be disturbed until he’s done with my girls.”

  “Oh come on!” I yelled.

  “This could be my chance!”

  Rose shrugged and turned her back.

  “If you happen to get by me there’s not much I can do,” she said before walking into another room.

  I ran past her as swiftly as I could and burst into the room where the Pirate lay on feather-covered bed and women quickly scattered to the edges as I walked closer towards him.

  “I don’t remember asking for a boy but I’m always up for new things,” He laughed to himself as he chugged back a bottle of rum.

  “I came to ask you something!”

  “Oh really, and what is it you want to ask me boy?”

  “My name is Kyle… And…” This was it.

  “And?”

  “And I want to join your crew!”

  The captain began to laugh loudly. He laughed for what felt like hours and then he grabbed his sword from his belt and tossed it over to me.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want off this hell!” I screamed back.

  “I see…” He muttered.

  “Can you fight, cook, clean or anything that might be of any use to me?”

  “What?”

  “I have no use for dead weight, show me your worth, grab a blade and show me what you can do,” he replied.

  “If I beat you... I can join you?” I asked as I picked up the cutlass, I’d never held a sword before.

  “If you beat me,” he replied.

  I gulped heavily; my entire life depended on what happened next…

  ***

  “How you doing boy?” The captain called down to me as I washed the decks of the ship, I’d been with them about a week now and was finally getting the hang of things.

  “Fine captain!” I called back.

  The other men hadn’t really taken any notice of me yet, none of them believed I bested the captain in combat, I heard whispers that he’d purposely let me on because I had a lot of nerve to burst in and challenge him like that. I didn’t mind though, I was finally out of London, I was finally free.

  “Kyle, report to the captain’s chamber,” his first-mate came up to me and ordered me to go and see him.

  I made my way to his room, the captain sat me down on his comfortable bed and began to pace the room, rubbing his stubble with one hand and fidgeting with the other, I’d never seen him nervous before if that’s what it was. Perhaps he was going to boot me but was feeling bad about it? That was a comfort.

  “How are you finding it Kyle?”

  “I’m good, thanks for asking,” I replied.

  The captain grunted and continued to pace the room.

  “Just call me Troy when we’re alone.”

  “Troy?” I laughed.

  “Not a name I’d expect you to have.”

  The captain grunted again and continued to walk back and forth.

  “Is something wrong…Troy?” I asked as I stood up but he placed me back down.

  “There are rumors, Kyle,” Rumors?

  “What kind of rumors?”

  He looked uncomfortable.

  “The kind that causes issues on the ship,” He was being very cryptic.

  “I’ll be honest with you if you’d just ask,” I replied.

  “You see, that’s why you’re here Kyle, you’re unafraid,” he said as he
nodded to himself in agreement with his words.

  “But it’s also an issue.”

  I didn’t understand what was going on. What had I done?

  “I hope you feel comfortable here on the ship, I want you to know that you may have a relationship within this crew so long as it never affects your work. Do you understand me? ” I knew it was to do with that. To do with the fact I had been with men back in London.

  “I just want you to be… comfortable,” he muttered.

  He suddenly calmed down, he took a deep breath and rested his shoulders as he sat on the bed beside me in silence, pulling out a flask of ale and downing some before passing it to me and I did the same.

  “I just don’t want the crew giving you a hard time or… taking advantage of you, we spend a lot of time out-at-sea and we go months without seeing a woman.”

  “I’m used to it, but no one has said anything to me.”

  “That’s good then,” he muttered.

  The room fell silent for a moment. The captain looked at me, his eyes glowing with ale infused joy. Why was he smiling at me like that? Why was he leaning in closer? What was he doing?

  His lips smacked my own, I fell back a little, using my hands to hold myself steady as Troy’s warm tongue made its way into my mouth. His hand travelled across my shorts and over my bare legs, stroking me, caressing me, making me feel alive more than the sea did. Was this why he wanted me on his ship? Was this the real reason behind it all? I didn’t know how to feel about that.

  “What are you doing?” I pulled away and glared at him.

  “You’re something else,” He said as he ran a hand through my blonde locks.