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

  "Of course."

  "You mean as hot as me?" he said. I giggled.

  "Luckily, no," I said. Dylan smiled, his eyes on the monitor.

  "Bro, how come you never made a pass at me?"

  "Sure?"

  "Well, yeah really. Am I not your type or what?"

  "Nope, it's not the reason. Well actually because, we lived together. I didn't want things to get awkward. Plus you're straight, right?"

  "Can you recall that time I showed you my dock?"

  "Yes," I said. "So you remember that too?"

  "Of course I remember it," Dylan said with his voice lowering. "You know I think about it sometimes. Did you ever jerk off thinking about it?"

  "Yes," I said, as I suddenly became mute, my heart rate increasing. "A few times."

  "I would have tried it with you," he said. "I used to tinker about it."

  "Well, I did too,” I said.

  "It's kinda weird and questionable that it never happened."

  "I couldn't agree more."

  "I would make out with you if you wanted, right now." He stared at me. I said it's fine. He slowly came to me and I to him until our lips met. Just a peck. I smiled and he smiled back.

  He placed his hand on my thigh, then, our faces met again. We suddenly kissed. Dylan used his tongue to fight, so I used mine too, and his hand went as far up to my leg so I put my hand on the back of his neck. The cheerful digital pause music from Street Fighter went on as we kissed, my hands roaming all over his body and his on mine. He leaned me back, onto the floor, and positioned on top of me. I could feel his dick pressing against mine. I reached down to grab it, to feel it.

  "Hell, yes," he said, all airy and deep in my ear. We then switched positions and got him on his back. He helped me to take off his pants. Just as I was about to pull his zipper down, we heard a creak in the hallway beyond the shut door. Our heads suddenly turned toward it and everything stopped. "that's not her," he said.

  I took out Dylan's dick – seven thick inches situated a thick cluster of dark pubic hair. I got into position and slowly sunk my lips over it, taking the dick past my tongue and down to my throat. "Yeah, yeah," Dylan said, "Damn, it's been too long since I've been sucked." I kept going, I sucked and sucked. I fondled with his balls. I heard him gasped faster, he began to groan. "I'm there, I'm gonna cum," he said and a few seconds later, the stream of hot sperm were spurting into my mouth. I swallowed everything, all that I could.

  "Bro," he said while still breathing heavily. His arm was over his eyes and I assisted him get his pants back up. "Bro, that was one of the best blowjob I've ever received."

  "It's unbelievable that it happened," I said.

  "Well, It has been long overdue," he replied.

  "Hell yes," I said. "Isn't it cool? I mean, we don't have to do it repeatedly and we can still be friends and everything."

  "Yes, bro, definitely." He took a gulp from the bottle and passed it to me. "I need to take a shower and hit the bed," he said.

  I got in bed after Dylan left the room. I felt baffled, not sure of how things would be in the morning.

  I jerked off twice before I fell asleep though.

  I ate cereal with them that morning. Dylan seemed a little dazed, though otherwise things felt normal. Zarah said "Hi" when I came downstairs and "Goodbye" when I left the house, which seemed like progress.

  I took a bus into the post office. Still no check. I decided to print out some of my resumes at the library and ate lunch with a friend.

  The two of them were in the yard when I got back, Dylan cutting the grass and Zarah in the garden. I headed upstairs.

  Then, half hour later I heard the mower just stopped. Then Dylan knocked on my door. "Please come in," I said. Dylan had this look on his face. "Hey bro," I said as I was standing from the desk chair. He surprised me, he grabbed my waist and drove his tongue into my mouth. It was surprising and totally horny.

  I grabbed his waist too and pulled him closer; he was perspiring and smelled like cut grass. His dick was erect in his shorts. I eased down to my knees and pulled his boxer shorts down. I immediately grabbed his dick and inserted it into my mouth. I sucked it entirely down and pulled it back up, I was licking his salty shaft with my tongue as I sucked, I played with his balls, urging the semen out of them – I wanted my mouth to be inundated with cum.

  Then, after a few minutes Dylan pulled me up and hugged me with his arms from behind. He undid my belt and pulled my jeans to the floor. He slipped his hand in between my thighs and sniffing and kissing the sides of my neck. His hands were all over my body as he thrusted his cock between my legs.

  "I wanna fuck you," he murmured in my ear. "Can I do that tonight?" The window was right in front of us. I saw Zarah's determined face as she cut a weed and tossed it to the side. Dylan stuck his tongue in my ear. "I want to fuck so badly. I need someone who'll accept it."

  "Okay, I want it, I'll accept your dick," I said.

  "Oh damn yes. Please say it again."

  "I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me." Then I heard the screen door open downstairs. I glanced – Zarah wasn't in the yard anymore.

  "Ok. Tonight," Dylan said, he ran his hand up my under my shirt and caressed my chest. "When Zarah falls asleep."

  We ordered a pizza that night and ate it in front of the TV. I kept looking at Zarah, devouring her slice and sipping her coke, eyes on an episode of "Two Broke Girls."

  “I just had your boyfriend's cock in my mouth,” I told myself and silently giggled.

  I looked at Dylan. I saw him wink at me. Earlier when we were in the kitchen, getting plates for the pizza, he suddenly tapped my hips – a momentary contact that, rather bluntly, made my ass ache. It had been a few years back since it had been fucked and I had always wondered the feeling of it being pierced, being filled.

  While they were still watching the TV show, I volunteered to wash the dishes like a good guest. Dylan came in the kitchen behind me and purposely pressed his hips to my ass. I pushed back. He rubbed his hands up my chest and I could feel his half-erect cock against me.

  "Dylan?" Zarah said from the living room.

  "Yes baby," Dylan said next to my ear. He licked my neck and slightly bit it.

  "Can you bring me another soda?" Zarah said. Dylan stepped to the side of me and suddenly slid down his shorts. His dick bounced out, hanging there at an almost perfect ninety-degree angle. I grabbed it in my wet hand and stroked it. I eased down on my knees and inserted it in my mouth.

  "What coke do you want?" Dylan said as my lips slowly slid down his cock.

  "What kind can you think of?" Zarah said. "Coke zero, I'm on diet remember?" I engulfed his cock all the way down my throat. He groaned quietly.

  "I'm coming right up," he said as he pulled up his shorts. He then pushed me against the sink and roughly pressed my ass, he dug his fingers against my hole. "Later..," he murmured in my ear before walking away to give the soda to his girlfriend.

  I took a warm shower and returned to the guest room. I got bored of waiting for Dylan to come out. He left the door opened. "Zarah's not asleep yet," he whispered. He looked damn hot, wearing those pajamas that button down the sides of the leg so you can take them off easily. "I told her we're gonna play games, Street Fighter."

  We played Street Fighter for about an hour, sometimes kissing and grabbing one another through our clothes. And then went back to the game.

  "I have always wanted to experience anal sex," he said.

  "But why?"

  "I am not sure why. It seems like it would be tighter and hornier too – like, more forbidden. Though, I have never tried doing it with a girl."

  "Have you ever thought of fucking me when we were living together?"

  "Well, sometimes," he answered. "There was one time that I was really horny and I saw you in underwear."

  "And what came into your mind?"

  "I thought you had a great ass. Like, honestly speaking. It was round and firm, like you did a lot of wo
rkouts but I know you didn't even jog back then. I has always wondered what it would look like to bend over and spread wide for me. I imagined what my dick would look like splitting into it."

  "You really thought and fantasized all that?"

  "I just thought, not fantasized. I remember it got me hard and I remember feeling awkward about that." The game bleeped and blooped as we clicked our controllers with no intention of really controlling the game. We heard Zarah turn off her TV. "Okay, any minute now,” Dylan said. "I used to think that if ever I would fuck you, I wouldn't have to use a condom."

  "You do not have condoms?"

  "I have many, do you wanna use one for tonight?"

  I thought for a second.

  "Nope," I answered.

  "Great. I want to feel my dick sliding into you. I want to explode inside you as well."

  He checked on Zarah and when he came back he slowly and quietly closed the door. I stood and we moved closer together, we kissed tenderly at first then got more wild. I took those pants right off of him. He pushed me down to my knees and I quickly sucked him. His balls slapped against my chin as he thrusted his waist and fucked my face. I tried hard to keep quiet, which was difficult, even with Dylan's fat dick poking my throat.

  He had thrown me on the bed and immediately undressed me and licked my body. He then flipped me over onto my stomach and I was shocked when he spread my legs and started licking around my ass. I felt him rimming my hole and I suddenly held his head to help his tongue penetrate more inside me.

  From his closet, he obtained a sachet of Vaseline and greased up his dick, then my asshole. I roamed on all fours of the bed – my ass spread wide for him just like what he had imagined. He got on his knees behind me. I felt his dick head touch my hole then I clenched down and kissed it.

  Finally, slowly, inch by inch, he slid it inside. The pain was unbearable, but I already anticipated that. I breathed and relaxed. When his pubic hair were finally pressed against my ass cheeks, I only wanted more.

  We fucked steadily and slowly. We talked non-verbally, we made little adjustments to our positions, helping one another. He increased up his pace and in the silence of the room all I could hear was his balls slapping against my ass with each push. I imagined Zarah in the soft shirt and a boxer shorts she'd worn to bed. I imagined her silently sleeping in the dark, while one room away, the lights were on and her boyfriend had bent over his friend and was fucking him in the ass.

  "I'm gonna make it," he murmured. He was slapping away with long strokes, groaning.

  “I'm gonna make it too," I said, matching him stroke for stroke with my hand on my dick.

  "Oooohhh!" he panted quietly, and the hot sperm of him shot inside me as I lost all control. Jets of cum went flowing out over Zarah's lavender bed sheet.

  When I woke the next day I realized that I'd never made it to the bathroom and Dylan's jizz was still inside me.

  I felt good and even great. It was an amazing feeling and I decided to go with it.

  I took a shower and descended downstairs, greeting Zarah with a cheerful "Hi, good morning" and she was making a coffee.

  "Hey, good morning," she said, then left the kitchen. Dylan went down slowly downstairs a few minutes later, looking as calm as I felt. We smiled at one another. I heard Zarah sit on the sofa in the living room. Dylan came up to me and suddenly hugged my waist, giving me a passionate kiss.

  I went to Wendy's that afternoon and bought some coffee and had free internet. I received an email from the insurance company, a response to a question I had sent earlier that week, and I learned that my check had been mailed on Friday.

  When I returned to the house, the two of them were holding one another on the couch. I went upstairs. Dylan came up moments later.

  "I want it again, dude," he said, closing the door. He took my hand and brought it to his dick, which was erect.

  "Bro," I said, taking my hand away.

  Dylan lay on top of me and slipped his hand behind my back and down my shorts, pressed a finger against my asshole. "Zarah is right down there, we can't do this."

  "Zarah won't come up," he answered. He poked his finger deeper until it slipped in – I was aroused too. It turned out, I wanted him again as well. We kissed tenderly, sloppy and rough. Dylan pulled my shorts down around my thighs and rimmed my ass, made it wet and ready for his cock.

  He moved forward and thrusted himself inside me, and damn did it feel good. In no time, he was fucking me the second time around. He was stroking my cock and I was thinking any minute now he'll explode and I'll spurt and that'll be all, this is insane. But then, all of the sudden, Dylan stopped.

  In an instant, he pulled out of me. I looked up and saw Zarah. To be honest, she looked like a different woman now, her face was in the mask of horror and shock.

  "Zarah..." Dylan said as she looked at me.

  "You get out," she said.

  Orders had been given. I gathered all my stuff and clothes into my bag as Zarah watched me the entire time. Dylan moved smoothly by himself against the wall.

  I was out the house even before I was able to tie my shoes. I headed to the bus stop. I did not look back though.

  --THE END—

  An Unexpected Way of Seduction

  Will you choose happiness instead of what the society think is right? Jeff was a teenager who was aware of his real sexual preference. He had a best friend named Mark. The two of them had many similarities, including the taste for woman – or so thought Mark. Despite many girls flirting on him, Jeff really wanted to date with another guy, not just a guy, but with his best friend.

  But how? Whenever he would build his courage to tell Mark his feelings, someone would intervene and ruin everything. Jeff was not able to get Mark's attention. But the possibility never stopped lurking inside his head.

  Suddenly, while sitting on a rocking chair, Jeff devised an imaginative plan to get what he wanted.

  He would lead Mark somewhere else and soon enough, succeed with his plans.

  What was Jeff's plan? This story proves that failure and trying are the best recipe for success.

  ****

  Jeff had his eyes closed, he was bracing himself against an old mango tree, bending over his body slightly. He was topless and only had his boxer shorts exposed. While Mark was on his back, holding his shoulders firm and slowly pulling his shorts down, exposing Jeff's ass. Jeff looked over his shoulder, watching Mark make his next move.

  Mark then slowly got closer to Jeff, rubbing his hardened dick into Jeff's anus. The pinkish mushroom-like dick head slowly pushed forward, penetrating entirely into Jeff's inner body.

  Jeff had been dreaming of having sex with Mark for a long time since they became best of friends. During his idle times, he would imagine and think of what would it be like to kiss Mark and suck his dick. He wondered how it would feel like to be penetrated with Mark, his best friend. His heart beat would go faster every time the thought would cross his mind.

  Jeff's mother decided to give him a small party and allow him to invite his friends over for a gathering. The month of March was approaching and Jeff would turn 19.

  Jeff invited his friends and classmates, gathered them in their backyard as they cooked barbecues, hotdogs and marshmallows. When the night got deeper, they set up a bonfire and had another set of beers to complement the cool wind, while the guests sang a happy birthday song for Jeff in the middle of the party.

  Mark was there, for he was Jeff's best friend. However, it was such a dismay for Jeff that the whole night in his party, whenever he would try to get somewhere with Mark alone, just the two of them, someone would interfere and ruin his plans. There was this one girl who flirted Mark and would often talk to him while drinking beer, she was Maricar. The party ended with Mark and Maricar going out together, leaving Jeff cleaning up the party's mess, saddened by his failure to execute his plans - again.

  Few days thereafter, Jeff found himself dwelling with his lost opportunities in his own party. Failure to
be with Mark, just the two of them. He then eased down thinking that his party could have had too many people and that his plans were really not suited to be executed at such instances.

  Back in their school, he saw Mark and Maricar quarreling for some sort of thing. Jeff then realized he would have another chance very soon.

  April quickly came and the school year ended, sending everyone for a quite long summer break. Jeff had nothing to do in their house, he would frequently go out with his friends who had motorcycles to stroll through the town and explore nearby places. They would usually have “food trips” and hand out at the park for some refreshments. Mark had one monstrous two wheel vehicle as well, that is why he typically led the group while they were on the road. Jeff kept going closer to Mark's motorcycle.

  At the end of the day, Jeff asked Mark if they could go cruising the town and look for an open convenience store to buy snacks using Jeff's Dad's four wheel vehicle. It was almost 9pm when they found one. Jeff chose the table at the rear of the store, away from the few eating patrons. Jeff ate silently with Mark, until he suddenly asked him a question.

  “So...did you...fuck her? I mean, Maricar...”

  Mark stopped eating his burger and looked like he was surprised. He smiled and chuckled before he nodded yes. Mark ate the last bite of his burger and grabbed his drink while Jeff watched him, not sure of how he would react.

  “Yep dude, I fucked that bitch! She became crazy after we did it. One night she was asking for a stroll over the town and got mad when I refused. The next day she was talking about marriage, how many children we would have, how will I help her brother to run their farm, living with her parents until we could afford our own house blah blah blah and the next thing I knew was about to kill myself!” Mark said, describing his dreaded time with Maricar.

  “Well then, just think of it this way; at least you've got sex with her, right?” comforted Jeff.

  “Yeah right, dude” Mark toned down his voice and leaned forward, closer to Jeff and said “but I thought it was not worth it….I mean, you know, it would have been better if I just jerked off..”.