Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)
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I was all alone. I ordered Corona and a shot of tequila. Maybe it was a tribute to the guys I worked with. Maybe it was just the desire to blow completely past my edge. To get more fucked up than I’d been in months, maybe years. Whatever the case, after I took that shot everything in the bar started spinning.
I got up from the barstool and almost fell over.
“Hey Johnny maybe I should call you a cab,” the bartended said to me.
I waived him off and continued towards the door. Fuck that, I can handle this I must have been thinking.
I only lived a few blocks away so thankfully I didn’t have to drive. That would have made things a lot more complicated.
Once I managed to light a cigarette, I started walking towards home. The streets were mostly deserted and quiet.
Then I heard the sound of a commuter train pulling into the station. Moments later people were spilling out of the train and walking in my direction.
I tried my best to walk straight. I didn’t want the people walking towards me to know that I’d been drinking for the past six hours. Sure, it was a stupid thing to worry about. I should have been worried about how I was going to find another job with my spotty track record. But I’ve always been a guy who got his priorities a little bit backwards. So I guess I was just being me.
Well, as it turned out I wasn’t the only drunk guy on the street that night.
My vision wasn’t great at the time but I could see two guys coming towards me. They were talking loud and joking. And I could have sworn that I saw them hugging and kissing. That stopped me in my tracks. I took a few deep drags on the cigarette and stared at them.
“What’s up man? One of them said.
I didn’t answer right away. Instead I stared at them and tried to figure out what exactly I was looking at.
“What’s up dude?” One of them said.
“What’s with you?” I said. “What the hell are you guys doing?”
They looked at each other a little bit confused, then one of them tried to reach out and touch my shoulder. Without thinking about it, I pushed his arm way.
“Hey, calm down man.”
They might have been drunk but they were definitely not as drunk as I was.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything. I’m just really having a bad day. My fucking boss fired me because he thought that I was going to bang his wife and now I have to go out and find another job.”
I wasn’t normally the type to complain and I could see that both of the guys were a bit confused about what they should do next.
I hung my head and started walking past them.
One of them reached out for my arm and took hold of it. This time I didn’t bother pushing the hand away. What was the point?
“Hey man don’t be so down on yourself. That kind of shit happens all the time you just have to bounce back that’s all.”
I felt pathetic that I needed strangers to counsel me. What the hell had my life come to? Couldn’t I just handle my misery with pride and dignity like most people did?
Nope, I had to be a blubbering idiot who spilled his guts to the first person willing to listen to him. That’s what I had to do. Become the drunken idiot just like my daddy.
“Hey, we’re going back to my place for a few more drinks. You should come with us.”
I shook my head no and mumbled something under my breath. I was already embarrassed enough. At that point I just felt pathetic.
I figured they would leave me alone at that point. But I still felt the hand gripping my arm.
“C’mon.”
I looked down at the hand on my shoulder. I was beginning to sober up a bit. I could see their faces a bit more clearly. What struck was how handsome they seemed. Chiselled jawbones, lusty eyes. I didn’t know what the hell was coming over me but I suddenly felt myself getting excited. My cock squirmed in my pants. I readjusted it and both of their sets of eyes locked in on me. I couldn’t help but smile.
I’m a vain bastard. Can’t help feeling a bit satisfied when someone stares at my cock.
At this point I probably knew that the night would end up being different from any other night in my life. I probably knew that some seriously kinky shit was about to go down.
“What do you guys have in mind? I said adjusting my hard cock once again.
They both smirked and stared at me, then at each other.
“Back to our place. We’ve got booze. And I’m sure the three of us could figure out something to do to keep ourselves entertained.”
My dick jumped. I didn’t know what was coming over me but I had the burning desire to reach into my pants and pull out my cock. I wanted to bend both of the guys over right there on the sidewalk and pound my cock into them.
Ten minutes later I was sitting on their living room. In front of a porno played on a large, flat-screen TV. Six guys in a cage fucking. One of them suspended in a harness getting his hole reamed. Each guy in the group taking his turn to pound the hell out of the dude.
There was something so animalistic about that scene. It made me want to find a guy and bang the hell out of him with all my friends surrounding me in a circle cheering me on.
“This scene is so hot,” I said.
Both of the guys looked at each other. They started taking off their clothes and kissing. When their shirts came off, my cock almost exploded in my pants. They had ripped chests and six pack abs. They were both such studs.
I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off. I couldn’t wait to get my cock out of my pants. Before I could, they were rolling on the floor kissing each other passionately. It looked so damn hot. I’d never seen anything like that up close. I was used to seeing guys and girls kissing. This was something totally different.
Both of these dudes seemed so strong and manly. I finally unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs. I whipped out my hard cock and held it in my hand.
“That’s such a nice cock.”
I smiled again and walked towards them with it held firmly in my hand.
The next thing I knew my I was bobbing in and out of both of their mouths. It was a great feeling. I closed my eyes and moaned.
Then one, two, three fingers began rubbing around my asshole. My whole body tingled. It was one of the most intense feelings I’d ever experienced. Lips on my cock, fingers around my hole. Incredible.
One of them rubbed lube onto my asshole then began pushing his fingers inside of me. I don’t know how I ended up getting penetrated before anyone else. But I definitely enjoyed it— that feeling of having another person take advantage of me, having another person in control of me. Fucking me.
With my freehand I pumped my cock. Pumped it right into a hungry mouth. More fingers pushed into my ass and then it felt like a whole hand was being pushed through.
I couldn’t take it any more. I was on the point of exploding. And with a big groan and grunt, cum spurted out of my cock like a geyser. It sprayed everywhere. Both of my companions seemed impressed. They did their best to clean up every last drop.
We headed to their bedroom and fell into the bed sweaty and exhausted. I was tired but I knew that there was no way that I would be able to get to sleep. I needed more action. I still needed to fuck. It wasn’t long before my cock got hard again and I was ready to go.
There was a smooth, sweaty ass lying right next to me. I squeezed both the cheeks in my fingers. My cock got rock hard and started twitching.
The guy was lying on his stomach and had his ass exposed. I couldn’t wait to get in there. I put my face between the smooth cheeks and started licking. I’d never done anything like that before, not even with a girl. A couple of girls had done it to me though. I thought it was gross and couldn’t understand why you would ever want to put your tongue up someone’s ass.
But in that moment it felt delicious. I swirled my tongue around the rim then darted it in and out. In and out. It wasn’t long before he began squirming and wriggling on the bed.
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p; That made me smile. My first time licking ass and I was doing a good job. Once I got the hole nice and wet and the dude nice and horny, I was ready to push my cock into his asshole.
My first male ass. It was so exciting. I almost shot my load just thinking about it.
“Take this lube,” the other guy said. “Your cock will be way too big for him without it.”
Girls would often say that my cock was too big. But I hadn’t expected to hear that from guy. It was nice to know that my big cock had crossover appeal.
I squirted the lube into my palm and rubbed it on my dick. The guy who handed me the lube seemed to be in a friendly and horny mood. He was full of generosity. He wrapped both his hands around my hard cock and began stroking it up and down.
“Let me help you with that,” he said. “A big cock like this is going to require lots of lube.”
When he got through rubbing my cock up and down, he guided it toward the ass propped up in front of me. He helped me slowly guide it in. The big head got stuck. More lube was needed. More lube was applied to the hungry hole.
And with a few hard thrusts, I managed to push my cock in. It felt so good. That tight, python grip around my hard dick. I held on to his hips so I could get good leverage. I groaned and grunted and thrust. I slammed my hips into his. The other guy kept the cheeks spread wide. He also found time to kiss my abs and suck on my nipples. He nibbled on them. Held them between his teeth bit longer than he should have. The feeling was incredible.
Because I’d come earlier, I knew that this time it wouldn’t bust right away. I would get to have some fun with this guy’s smooth round ass before I shot a huge nut inside.
I grabbed his hair and jerked hi head back. I didn’t want to hurt him, just add a little bit of spice to the encounter. At first I was afraid that I might’ve hurt him. But he quickly cleared up any doubts I might’ve had.
“Pull my hair,” he said. “Harder.
No need to ask me twice. I pulled harder on the hair and yanked his head on all way back. I pounded, pounded, and pounded.
My whole body began to tingle. I wouldn’t be able to hold off coming for long. And then I felt fingers moving around my asshole once again. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. This was better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
I put my hands on the guy’s hips again and pumped my cock into him.
Ahhhhhhh, I let out a huge grunt as the cum shot from my dick and into the tight asshole. It was an incredible feeling.
I was completely out of breath. I passed out on the bed. The guy that I’d just fucked laid his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, the same hair I had just finished yanking.
“That was so hot,” I said.
They both shook their heads.
I’m not sure how long it took exactly, but not long after that we all passed out in the bed. We didn’t wake up until late in the morning the next day.
Of course that wasn’t the last time we ever saw each other. Are you crazy? We soon became gym buddies. And also regular hook up buddies meeting a few times a week. The encounters keep getting steamier.
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Dorm Room Fun
That little smart ass, von Hoffer said under his breath. The smart ass in question was none other than Thomas Boudreaux one of the smartest but also one of the most sly and arrogant students in the freshman dorm. Thomas was always anxious to show his fellow college students that he didn’t give a shit about anything or anybody. He would do what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it.
It was only a matter of time before he finally came to head to head with
Von Hoffer, the Resident Advisor on his floor. If von Hoffer heard the slightest bit of noise coming from your room, he would come banging on the door. And once you opened it up he would be standing there, hands on hips looking mad as hell but also oddly satisfied because he had finally caught someone in his web.
No one ever thought of not opening the door when he came down the hallway, cocking back his fist, and flaring his nostrils before trying to pound your door in.
Knock, knock knock. Each knock growing more insistent and more demanding. And then he would start yelling and threatening.
“This is your Resident Advisor for this floor. I demand that you open this door or I will be forced to contact campus security.”
By this time people were beginning to spill out into the hallway. It was a Friday night around 7pm so there was already an excited energy and a buzz around the hall.
Like I was saying before, no one ever thought about not opening the door. What would be the point? It would only make things worse.
But that’s exactly what Thomas Boudreaux and his roommate Sebastian did.
They’d been in the shower together. Kissing, nibbling, jerking, sucking. And a bunch of other things as well. This was their normal routine before going out on weekend nights.
They were headed to a gay club on the outskirts of town. In this Upstate city things were pretty conservative downtown. Walking though that area holding hands with another guy was always fraught with danger. Stares, hateful looks, pointing fingers, venomous tongues, everything would be thrown at you. They made it very clear that you didn’t belong there. Your kind were not welcome.
Bordeaux and his roommate had both grown up in this community. They’d gone to the local college because neither felt like being too far from home.
But that’s about where similarities ended between them. Boudreaux was one of the most attractive guys on campus, wherever he went women would blush and bat their lashes, lower their eyes and give him that naughty little girl look.
The female attention flattered him. But that’s not just what he was into. He had known growing up that he was gay. He also knew that he wasn’t supposed to be that and if he ever revealed who he was his life would become very difficult. So he’d learned to mask his homosexuality.
He wasn’t what you called down low. He didn’t pall around with a bunch of straight guys and chase after girls to throw people off his scent. Nope. That wasn’t his thing.
He liked being very public and in your face about his sexuality. When he was out with Sebastian he would initiate long, passionate kisses, especially when they happened to be near a group of straight guys.
He loved to provoke. To push people’s limits. He didn’t give a fuck. That’s the only way he was prepared to live his life. With his cock hanging out and his balls hanging low.
“Open this door before I contact campus police,” the Resident Advisor said. This Resident Advisor, who was tasked with living in a free room on this floor of the dorm, receiving a sweet monthly salary, all for keeping tabs on a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds. He made sure that people weren’t running through the hallways naked or smoking or fucking or drinking or playing loud music. And those were just the official reasons why he would could come to your room and mess with you.
Von Hoffer had had it in for Thomas and Sebastian from the first time he’d seen them in the dorm together. And then he saw them on campus. And a few times on the metro. And every time he saw them they were embracing in some way. Either hugging, kissing, and nibbling on each other. He was disgusted by what he saw but he was unable to take his eyes off them. They fascinated him. But he hated to watch them.
And now he knew what they were probably doing in that dorm room. He wondered how the university had managed to completely screw up and allow two homosexuals to share a room together. It was disgusting. Immoral. Unconscionable. He would have brought it up with his supervisor. But he was really afraid. He had no idea how to broach the subject.
Even though this was a conservative part of state, von Hoffer knew that he couldn’t push things too far. He couldn’t be too obvious or else he might expose himself to all sorts of accusations. And that’s the last thing he wanted. But he also couldn’t tolerate that two gay boys fucked and sucked and cuddled and kissed on the same floor that he was in charge of. The mere thought made him shiver in horror.
It was in the shower as the water began to pour down on him that he began to think of the two of them. He saw them holding hands and kissing on the metro. He saw them hugging on campus. A weird feeling passed through his body. He’d never felt that before and had no idea where it would take him. He didn’t want it to stop. So he continued to think about them and his hand slipped down to is cock.
He closed his eyes and let the water stream down on him. He stroked his cock until he felt the cum rising to the tip and he let out a low moan as his cum landed on the shower floor.
He quickly turned off the shower and dried himself. He avoided looking in the mirror. Too ashamed. How could he have jerked off to the image of two young guys making out, hugging and holding hands?
What the hell was wrong with him?
He couldn’t believe what had happened. He paced around the room for about twenty minutes, talking to himself, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Did this mean that he was gay? How could that be possible? It made him sick to see gay people together. Thankfully for him he lived in a place where homosexual couples were very rare. And that’s the way he wanted to keep it. Or at least that’s what he would’ve thought before got turned on and jerked off to the image of two of the students.
It’s not that he took his job all that seriously. He didn’t. But he still enjoyed the opportunities it gave him to scare the shit out of students. With one swipe of the pen, he could put them in the kind of trouble that could have got them kicked out of the dorm, off campus, and sometimes even out of school.