Chapter 3: Baby Boy
I awoke just after dawn, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was naked, and slightly hung over, and I was sore! The memories of the night before came rushing back to me, and I thought it was no wonder my ass was throbbing dully, after what had happened. I turned my head and saw Miami asleep next to me, sleeping the sleep of the content, and thought he should be after what he'd done to me the night before! I knew I should get up and leave, and never come back, but I was now more bound to him than ever before.
He was a fine specimen of a man, and I'd rarely seen him completely naked, nor had he seen me that way, yet here we were, lying together as if it was perfectly natural, and I liked it. He lay on his back, with his arm resting beneath his head, the rest of his body stretched taught except for his right leg, which was bent at the knee, and slightly raised. He was about 5' 9" of hard muscle, though slimly built, probably 160 lbs. There was a small scar on his arm right below the shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen, and I found myself wondering how he'd gotten them, but I'd never asked, and probably didn't want to know. I had kissed them both before, and wondered how a man that sometimes liked such intimacy, could have done what he did to me the night before!
He was a mystery to me, sometimes allowing me to kiss his body, neck, and cheeks, but never letting me kiss him openly on the mouth. My lips had touched his many times as he liked to blow me shotguns of rich cocaine smoke by placing his hot mouth over mine, but always pulled away if my tongue tried to find his, to turn a guilty pleasure into a passionate kiss. He could be so gentle, yet sometimes almost brutal.
I gazed at the trail of wiry dark hair that started at his navel, and made it's way down his belly to merge with the thick nest of tightly wound dark hair that surrounded his massive cock! I loved the rich musky aroma of dark manliness that was always there in that furriness, and always breathed it deeply when I sucked his cock, a cock that now was at rest, and still larger than some. A cock that could reach a length of over a foot, and was nearly as thick as two! A cock that he'd used on me the night before, forcing it's full length into my ass, nearly splitting me in two!
That's why I didn't leave. I'd been searching for a cock like "Lil Joe" for some time, and now I'd found it, and I loved it and the man it belonged to. I moved closer to him, and kissed each of his nipples gently, then lay my arm over his chest, and snuggled close to him so I could feel the warmth of his firm, dark body. He awakened, and I was surprised when he kissed the top of my head lovingly, and said "Good morning baby boy." This was ironic, because being in my early forties, I wasn't a baby, but I was his baby, and yes, his bitch! At that moment, the events of the night before were forgotten, and I knew even though my poor pussy was sore, and I would always remember the dull ache that I felt there, I wanted him again and again!
We showered together that particular day, and it was wonderful to touch every inch of his black body, to wash his big thick cock and heavy balls, and to be allowed to stroke his most intimate place with my soapy fingers. I could imagine I was the only one allowed to touch his tight, virgin hole, that tasted so pungent when I'd probed it with my tongue, and brushed my lips against the tightly curled dark hair that surrounded it, and yes, buried my nose in to sniff the aroma of his ass!
He washed me too, and the feel of his hands on my body was like electricity on my naked skin. He tenderly washed the dried sperm from my sore and swollen anus, making me feel clean, just as he'd made me feel unclean the night before. My cock was rising hard against his as I sucked his nipples, and ran my hands over his firm ass, and he even let me give him a small kiss on his lips, though I still didn't try to find his tongue with mine. My cum erupted from my cock, and washed away down the drain with the soapy water!
As usual, Miami needed a wake up, and while he was gone to get us some coke to smoke, I lay in his bed, naked waiting for him. His exotic smell was all over the sheets, and pillows, and I masturbated, thinking of him inside me. I wanted to feel his weight on me, and feel his hot skin against mine. As my fingers stroked my pussy, I realized I wasn't that sore any more, though my anus was delightfully swollen, and the hole was bigger than it ever had been before! My God, what had this man done to me to make feel this way! I wanted to be his in every way.
When he returned, we each took a hit of the coke, then he took off his pants and underwear. He looked so beautiful standing there with his shirt half covering his big, thick cock. The crack of his succulent ass looked so inviting, and I wanted to just plant my face there, and breath his scent, taste his tight hole, brush my lips over the hairy strip of flesh between his little pucker and big fuzzy balls! No man had ever made me feel this way!
He took a big swig of the bottle of crown royal he'd picked up while he was out, then got back into bed with me. He lay on his back with a pillow under his ass, legs spread with bent knees, exposing his tight virgin man pussy to me, and I knew he wanted to be eaten. I bent and began licking him hungrily, probing his hole with my tongue, kissing the hairy inside of his ass, and smelling the wonderful aroma! He moaned sweetly as I lapped him, and my cock swelled to it's full hardness. I'd have given anything to know the feel of his rectal muscles tight around my dick, and it was all I could do not to rape him while he was in that vulnerable position.
