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

  Randy opened his eyes, it was all real, then it began to sink in him, he loved every moment. He gritted his teeth, as the warm lips touched his skin. The contact made him quiver, as Nathan slowly let his thin lips engulf the dick’s head, pushing the skin back under its grip.

  His hands rested on the young man's head. His fingers managed to grab some strands of Nathan’s hair, holding them tightly. Nathan’s lips slowly moved along the dickhead, then pulled back. The head leaned back, despite his hold. He heard him gulp, knew he was looking up at him, but he didn't look back. He waited, the tension building up in his body as once more Nathan pushed his head forward. Once more his lips surrounded his dick head, and this time engulfed the dick even further.

  As Nathan’s lips slid down and off his dick head, to grab hold of his shaft, Nathan’s tongue started doing its job. He felt the raspy edge of the tongue lick at his dick head, feast on the small drop of precum that had formed. that managed to escape the slit. He felt himself shiver as the hand around his dick’s base became even tighter. Then the lips were moving down his shaft, and he heard Nathan gagging a little, as he engulfed Randy’s dick into his mouth.

  The flick and the warmth of the tongue under his shaft made him hold harder onto the young man’s head. He could feel Nathan resisting, but he only strengthen his grip, and then he felt the head moving up and down his cock. He groaned as he felt the tongue licking his groin too, and his hands were stretching and contracting, pulling at Nathan’s hair. He moaned as he felt the waves of pleasure running up and down his whole body. His muscles were all constricted and stiffed as the young man started to suck on his pulsing dick. Every now and then he heard a sort of gurgle, as the boy gagged every time he would do a deep throat.

  Randy ignored it as he started to rock a little. He was slowly moving his own hips in sync with the motion of Nathan’s head. He continued to groan, biting his lower lip now and then, as a particularly strong sequence of pleasure would roll through his whole body.

  Every few strokes, Nathan would pull his head back, and would use his hand to stroke Randy’s dick. Nathan had moved off the chair and eased down on his knees before Randy’s body. He sucked on the dick for several minutes, then he would stroke it, and then would go back to sucking it. He didn't touch him anywhere else, as he kept stroking the dick’s base while sucking. His lips were tight and Randy felt his body shivering, felt the blood rushing faster and faster to his dick. His balls felt like they were really burning, as Nathan continued to stroke him and to suck him.

  Randy’s hands now rested on the promiscuous young man's shoulders. His fingers were firmly placed into the flesh as he continued to move his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep into the mouth and sometimes bumping the throat. He ignored the gagging sounds produced by Nathan, as he felt his balls swinging upwards. He felt the pressure building as he moved his own hands, grasping the back of Nathan’s head as he shot his hips forward hard.

  Randy pushed harder, driving his dick down to the throat, he felt the head strike the soft and warm tissue, then pull back. He panted out, his hands holding the head tighter as his body exploded. A steady stream of cum flowed out in six succeeding spurts, filling the young man's throat and mouth. Nathan tried to pull back, but Randy wouldn't just release him. He kept his head over his dick, as he unloaded a lot of creamy juice.

  His whole body was shaking and felt weaker, as his semen inundated the young man's throat. There was no loud sound of gagging, of sputtering as his cum flowed out. His body was trembling as he arched forward one more time, letting more of his remaining cum shoot out. Nathan was choking, he gagged or sounding like it, but he held his head firmly until he heard him gulping. He could feel his cream coming back and coating his throbbing pole. There was no groaning, no moans from Nathan, but he couldn't help but cry out, enjoying his release.

  The sequential waves of pleasure were still running up and down his body as he slowly pulled his dick out of Nathan’s mouth. The young man leaned back on his haunches and rested against the base of the chair. Randy felt his eyes on him as he closed them, as he throbbed a few more times before he could open his eyes. He stepped back and slowly made his way to the chesterfield sofa, where he quickly collapsed. He had felt so exhausted when he first got home, but now he was totally drained as he stared over at Nathan.

  The young man had slowly gotten up and wiped his chest that had been flooded of dropping saliva amidst their action and sat on the chair, just staring at Randy. His eyes seemed to look hopelessness, watching Randy panting. He could feel his chest contracting heavily, as he stared back, a small smile on his face. There wasn't any from Nathan.

  Randy turned away from Nathan’s face and stared down at the bundle of bills. He felt suddenly cheap, and looked back at Nathan. He could see his sad face, felt it really as he sat there, totally spent. Suddenly, he reached over with one hand, and picked up the thick bundle of money. His eyes looked at the money, then over at Randy. Randy thought of giving it back the kid, so he did. He handed out the money back.

  “Here, take it Nathan, we’re even.”

  Nathan’s mouth opened, and he sat there for a second or two, then leaned over and took back the money. Nathan’s eyes peered hard into Randy’s, then looked back down at the money in his hand.

  “Are you sure? I mean, okay, thank you.”

  “Next time you have to be more careful, you should always look onto upcoming cars, okay?”

  Nathan nodded as he stood up, stuffing the money back into his bag. Randy saw the dried cum on his lips, realizing he had just paid $400 for a blow job. He was aware that in itself wasn't the greatest and best of all blowjobs he experiences, but somehow he felt like it was all worth it, as he saw the smile on the young man's face, he thought it was priceless, he felt a great relief.

  -THE END-

  With a Mexican Fuck Buddy

  A Naval ship docked in Mexico and most of the officers aboard were very excited to have their rest day and spend it fucking a hot and sexy female prostitute. Unbeknownst to them, one officer was secretly a gay. He didn't come together with his colleagues, he decided to spend his time alone, looking for pleasure wherever he could go.

  He then met a hot and sexy Mexican waiter who talked to him lustfully. He lied about his age so as to make the other one feel more dominant. The action started when the two of them caught themselves inside a room.

  Surely, it was an unforgettable day-off.

  ****

  The U.S.S Honor had just docked into San Diego's busy port. My shipmates and I were on 24-hour leave. Though I was really feeling like a horny sailor. For the past few weeks, my colleagues had been talking nothing but the actions they were planning to do while taking their leave. I was admittedly feeling the same but unlike them who were hankering for some women pussy to relieve their sexual needs, I was scouting a hefty dick or maybe boner of a hot Latino male to take care of my hunger.

  I went to the city of Tijuana because I heard about that place's scenes and I was hoping it will be the perfect haven to find some seriously hot muscular Mexican male who is itching to wrap his lips around my erect dick before rubbing his dick up my tight and hungry asshole.

  As I was on my way to the place, my thirst overtook me so I went into a nearby restaurant called The Six Seas for a quick refreshment; perhaps a beer. What my eyes saw there made me completely forget about the city of Tijuana. I was surprised that I was staring at someone hotter and spicier than everything found on the restaurant's menu.

  He was a tanned, muscular waiter with nicely curved muscles that bulged underneath the tight black slacks and a crisp form-fitting white shirt that seemed to have been painted on his sexy and tempting body. To say that the waiter was undoubtedly hot would have been a major understatement. In that short moment that I first saw him, I was rendered physically frozen right there on the spot, more or less blocking his way.

  Though the hot stud didn't notice me as I came through the door and suddenly paused in his path. He sudd
enly collided with me and had his tray of dishes crashing to the floor.

  "Damn!" he yelled. The moment he laid his piercing brown eyes on me, the hombre paused for a while in his tracks. We instantly developed a connection of mutual lust for one another. I adore the way he looked, his smooth and tanned skin, his overt sexiness plus the way he spoke broken English in a low baritone voice and a sexy Mexican accent.

  Then I realized that the feeling was more than mutual when he squat down to pick up the broken dishes. This cute, dark, olive-skinned man just kept looking up at me and gaze at my crotch. I was wearing a well-fitted sailor uniform and so my bulge was very obvious and visible from the naked eye. Damn! I felt like he was about to swallow me alive as he licked his long tongue over his full, pinkish and juicy lips. The horny waiter cleaned up the mess and stood up. He winked at me and headed towards the kitchen, though not before nodding his head towards the back of the restaurant where it was quiet and dark. I got what he wanted to convey and followed his silent direction.

  From my estimation, he was as tall as six feet and over a hundred and eighty pounds. It was evident this stud worked hard on his gym because his nicely curved chest and body muscle were astonishing.

  His shoulders were broad and were reduced down to tight and fit waist. His muscular chest was sharp and very pronounce despite being hidden underneath his fitted shirt. Fuck, I could even see the outline of his nipples punching up against the thin fabric of the shirt like seducing me. His thick, chiseled biceps was amazingly well-developed and bulged freely whenever he moved his arms. His rolled up sleeves revealed muscular veiny forearms which were connected to big and powerful hands. His flat tummy had the appearance of a smooth and slightly hairy skin. His huge thighs were nicely curved and extremely well-fit and he possessed a tight, taut round muscled ass. Finally, there would be no question there was a huge snake hiding beneath his tight slacks, between his two legs, in his crotch, which I felt eager to meet.

  He looked to be about twenty-nine, and though he was seriously hot, he was not what you would call a very handsome looking man in that regular sense. He was of course far from being ugly, but he certainly wasn't one you would describe as the pretty boy. It was obvious he had been stressed in the past few days because he had a few acne breakout on his nose and he was far from being a cover of a magazine. In reality, he had the looks of a low-life thug you wouldn't wish to meet up in a dark alley at night.

  And yet he discharges an erotic, smoldering sexual appeal. Plus, with just the right amount of menace thrown in, that would tell you he possesses the reassuring confidence of someone who could get anyone he wanted without trying really hard to do it. In other words, he was the essence of a fuck stallion who came remarkably to life.

  I was still amazed from my sudden encounter with this sexy beast when I sat in a booth and lit up a cigarette. As I was smoking, I couldn't help observing how he continued looking back at me with eyes dripping in desire and lust. It made me feel happier for the fact the he was enjoying the view, and why shouldn't he?

  At five-eight and hundred and forty-four pounds, my own muscle aesthetic are perfectly well-developed and nicely curved too. Everything about my body is chiseled and ripped from my round shoulders, hard biceps, strong chest, slim waist, shredded stomach and compact, round bubble ass. Thanks to the extremely tight fitting of my white sailor uniform, I was deliciously displaying every curve and pulsating bulge of my muscles. At my age of twenty, I was the All-American country boy born and raised from the heartland and had the gorgeous looks to go with it. I had blue eyes and blonde hair with high cheeks, high-bridged nose and naturally pouted lips and it seemed like 'FUCK ME PLEASE' was written all over me. To be honest, I've already been fucked a lot.

  When I first entered the navy at nineteen I was an innocent little twink. In the past two years, I have already lost track of how many men had gone thru my hole and it was perfectly fine for me. I'm a whore, a horny slut, a skank or whatever name you got that you wanna call me, that would be fine because it would most likely be true. I was lucky to have been able to travel the world and have been fucked in some of the most exotic places: Singapore, Hong Kong, Australia, Rio De Janeiro, Egypt, Greece, the Philippines among places by some of the hottest “hombre” you could possibly imagine.

  I've experienced good sex, hot sex, bad sex, wild sex, weird sex, stoned sex, kinky and freaked out sex. I have been tied up, whipped, flogged and even sold out for money by my superior officers. I've been “gangbanged”, two, three, five, ten men at a time. I've lost track at how many blow-jobs I've given, how many spurts of cum I've swallowed down my throat. I could not recall how many asses I've licked and how many buckets of creamy and thick juice that had been deposited in my tight asshole.

  But in all the experiences, I must admit I had never come across a stud as sexy and hot as the current one staring hungrily at me and to think he was basically in my own backyard.

  As I was sitting back and enjoying the fact I was being promiscuous, I glanced around the surrounding walls. They were covered with photos of athletes in action; boxers, wrestlers, they were all glistening in sweat and their muscles rippling. I was totally amazed when I recognized one of them. It was a seven by ten glossy photo of the waiter in boxing trunks. It was an action photo and in it, he was drowning in the presence and abundance of fighting sweat. The waiter had a hard determined facial expression that of a skilled killer as he was shown slamming a powerful right hook onto his opponent's jaw. The punch was so intense the poor opponent's mouthpiece was captured flying out of his mouth along with a few drops of blood as his cross-sided eyes dilated in complete defeat. Indeed, it was an awesome shot.

  No wonder the sexy man was in such perfect shape. He was a boxer and by the looks of the photo I saw, a superbly good one at that. There was no doubt he had the monster, killer instinct which was both frightening and sexy all at once. The photo certainly expl explained his broken nose and haggard looking yet still sexy face.

  Down on the bottom of the photo I made out his signed autograph, "Cesar Rivera."

  Damn, my dick was getting hard as wood thinking on the few rounds I would like to share with this champ boxer. Fuck, by the time Christian returned to take my order my dick and balls were actually reacting inside my underwear. I was desiring badly to get this muscular stud in the sack.

  Luckily for me, it was pretty obvious the Mexican stud had pretty much the same idea in mind. As he was approaching me, I noticed that Christian was sporting an undeniably big bulge on his crotch. Throbbing and pulsing, it protruded out at a lascivious angle from his hot crotch. It was as fat as a one-month-old baby's arm and was as long as six plus inches. It looked like it was about to rip through his tight slacks and slap me hard in the face.

  "Does this gorgeous gentleman know what he wants?" Christian asked me with such a deep, smooth and sexy tone voice. Hearing his voice had my blood boiling with raging desire and lust. He was leaning purposely over me to showcase his phenomenal, attractive muscles as I watched his Adam's apple attached to his thick colt-like neck move about his throat as he spoke. His neck's vein was visible, swollen and very sexy looking. I suddenly had the thirst of a vampire.

  "Yes, Christian," I answered him. "How about a side order of this, for take out...?" I boldly reached over and gave his erect boner a gentle squeeze. I swear it was like handling a hardened steel.

  He then gave out a low growl like an untamed animal and took my hand and held it firmly against his lust-swollen dick. His hot super hefty boner throbbed even harder with desire. I felt it throbbing and burning against my palm. "I'll get off in nineteen minutes," he told me. "You can drink this while waiting." He winked and he walked away with a confident swagger in his step I drank down my double Tequila and by the time those nineteen minutes were up, my iron-like dick was on the verge of splitting in half and my pent-up ball juices were boiling.

  Christian came back wearing a blue leather jacket with his name in big, bold black letters on the back. He then r
an a comb through his wavy, thick black hair and put on a pair of what I assumed pricey dark sunglasses. A gift from a grateful trick I'm certain. He went next to me in the booth and slid a promiscuous and possessive hand between my thighs. His hand was huge and his fingers were also long. Christian's touch had my loins felt hot as I spread my legs wider in order for him to have easier access.

  "You know, I have never made it with a professional boxer before," I said. "I wonder, just how powerful your punches are?"

  Christian responded to me with a sexy and cocky smile, "I always punch very hard, fierce and quick. I'm very remorseless and very detailed in my savage attack. I always make sure that my opponent would leave the ring tired, glassy-eyed with a strong grimace in his walk. Surprisingly though, they always come back for more."

  "Do they now," I swallowed hard while listening to him speak, knowing full well he wasn't speaking about boxing, as his stared hard at me with his hypnotic eyes. I could feel his hand squeezing gently on my thigh as it roamed upward towards my crotch.

  "Si," he said in a low whisper, "the way I punch into them leave them begging and pleading for more...even more."

  By that time, his right arm was wrapped tightly around my slender waist and both his horny, rough hands was fondling and squeezing my throbbing crotch. I hurried to finish my drink. Christian told me that he hadn't had a piece of ass in weeks because was in training for a major championship fight scheduled in two weeks.