Palm Springs "jam"

Roy, Tank and Shep were riding with me to Palm Springs with one person on our minds: Jeff.

"How you meet this dude, bro," Roy asked the night before we headed to the low desert. "You just hook up with random, rich white dudes?"

That was partially correct as I met Jeff at a girls' high school basketball game in Long Beach, with his niece and my Godchild being teammates and he felt the need to sit beside the quiet, black guy.

"You know you're wearing neighborhood colors," he told me.

The school, located in the heart of Crip territory, to me was a safe haven, a place I felt you could watch a basketball game and not worry about being approached. I was donning a sapphire blue flannel, black jeans and matching Nikes, two months removed from Virginia due to a gig I accepted to the City of Long Beach when Jeff had the gall to give me the "heads up."

"You should be fine, but moving forward, just do a little research and all will be well," he said before he extended his hand out.

Oddly enough we clicked right then, as it was halftime, and he noticed my lack of California accent.

"I'm from Virginia," I told him.

"Oh ok, what part," he asked.

"Virginia Beach area," I told him as that was the gateway to a lengthy conversation.

We'd talk until the game was over, in which the host school won by 30, and we would exchange contact information.

"Hit me up anytime. Maybe we could hang out and I show you around here, maybe L.A.," he said.

We fucked a week later in his San Pedro home that was overlooking the Pacific, the beefy businessman getting his hole plundered by some much needed east coast cock.

"The hubby isn't home and I'm in town, then you come fuck me," he said.

This became a norm with us as we fucked every other week if not each week, with me exclusive serving dick at his place. A year would pass, and his businesses, ranging from burger joints to funeral homes, began to boom even more, to the point where he expanded beyond the greater Los Angeles and Orange Counties to head to the low desert, as well as in the Central Valley areas up north. If I wasn't as close to him, I would've had no clue I was blowing the back out of a millionaire, a humble bear giant who checked in at 61, six foot four and 310 lbs. Sure he had the lavish lifestyle to include the cars and superior home, but he carried himself like a Regular Joe besides paying for whatever meal we'd share, just not one to flaunt despite what was in his bank account. We pretty much were on our way to being "exclusive," in spite of being married for he and Gene, his husband of 10 years, didn't engage in sex, just presence to include trips across the world, large money purchases, etc., as it was more of a business venture than a union.

Then it happened.

"I'm moving," he told me one afternoon, as it was the anniversary of our little arrangement.

"Where? To Australia," I remember joking.

He was changing the central part of his operations to Palm Springs, for he felt it necessary to get away from the city fracas.

"I'd hate to leave that cock," he told me as we sat and sipped.

My heart somewhat wilted as Jeff pretty much became "my man," more than someone I fucked fiercely, but a guy I confided in, received advice from, and just shared information as if he was a life mentor.

"Compton and Palm Springs ain't but a two hour drive," he told me. "And the same remains: If the hubby is out, and I'm in town, you can come and play for as long as time allows. Ain't no dick like Compton dick."

That made me laugh, then we kissed in the open in front of the patrons at his Palos Verdes location, then darted off in his SUV so we both could return home. Three weeks later I was kissing him "goodbye," knowing I wouldn't travel to Palm Springs as much, but then five days after he and the husband landed in Palm Springs, he texted me, wondering what I was doing, and when I'd come and pay him a visit.

"I told you, mi casa es su casa," he messaged.

I shared his fully clothed photos to the crew. Roy, a top from Compton like myself, mentioned to me how he wanted to tag team some fat, white ass, and so I remembered that. The other two claimed they'd be down, and so I sent the photos to our group chat and they all were vehement in meeting him.

"So when can we make this happen," Tank asked.

A week later we all played hooky from work, and they were in my pickup with their suitcases in the rear bed, and hip hop music blaring through the speakers on a beautiful California morning. We had the intent of staying four nights, as we departed from my place during the wee Thursday morning hours, to return early Monday. The three of them were stoned and focused as I drove, barely saying much during the smooth ride east on I-10. We made it as the sun was shining bright, and the burly Jeff watering his lawn, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and Crocs as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"Holy shit," he yelled when we parked in his driveway. "You got your Nipsey Hussle on full blast out here. Just not a care in the world.

We got out the vehicle and walked onto the lawn.

"Really didn't think you'd come," he said as we looked into each other's eyes. "You brought buddies like you said you would, too, I see. I'm glad. Hi there fellas, I'm Jeff."

He blushed as his face lit up at the round of introductions, as my guys shook his hand, and him not being able to keep his mouth closed.

"You said mi casa, es su casa," I told him.

"I damn sure did, and I love it when a man takes me up on my offer," he said before he brought us into the house.

Roy asked questions as we got a full fledged tour.

"17,200 square feet," Jeff said. "A pool in the back, jacuzzis in and out of the house, a sun room, indoor growing room as well as the garden in the back. Five car garage. What is there not to like about this place?"

I looked around at the white walls while Jeff boasted, as they were filled with photos of the happy couple, and some of loved ones, along with milestones of success. Jeff, although humble, had a lot to celebrate and his walls were a narrative of such. We'd finish the tour in the sunroom that was covered completely with specially tinted glass, located in front of a large golf course

"Yo, you really got it made," Shep yelled out as we sat.

Jeff quickly corrected him to state that it wasn't easy, as 30 years prior when he went into business for himself, he went out on faith. We listened to the quick speech as I was already tracking Jeff's backstory, just taking it all in as this house was much more lavish than the San Pedro one.

"This weekend, the four of you got it made," he told us when he finished, explaining how his husband was on two week travel to Atlanta.

Jerry would end up ensuring we were comfortable, letting us know where the snacks were, as well as the liquor.

"I've gotta close on a deal in Cathedral City, but later on, maybe I could throw some steaks on the grill," he said.

He hugged and kissed me before darting off to handle his business, leaving the four of us to enjoy the confines. We changed into swimsuits to spend some time in the pool for all of two hours as temperatures began to rise. We then showered, got dressed, and prowled through the city to see what we could get into during the day.

"Only thing that stands tall is Hunter's," I told the guys as we passed the friendly bar where most guys locally met on a Friday.

My buddy trio, despite our common sexual orientation, never been to this part of California. I explained certain areas from what I knew as we had lunch prior to returning. I'd pull into the driveway when Jeff called my phone.

"Are you alone," he asked.

"Nope," said Roy as the radio was hooked to my Bluetooth.

"Good," Jeff said before we all laughed. "I'm about to ditch these next few meetings and head back home. Anything you guys want, besides the steak and potato?"

"Can you bring some whiskey before you come," Tank requested.

"I've got a bottle of Macallan unopened, right there on the bar by the pool," Jeff said. "What else you like?"

"A nice, fat ass and some head would do," Shep added.

"That's it," Jeff asked. "Why do you think I'm playing hooky for the rest of the weekend?"

Shep and the other two looked at me with wide eyes. Jeff then requested that we remain naked for the rest of the day.

"I'm not a nudist, but I love being naked at home, and wish the same for my esteemed guests," he said.

I'd sent Jeff photos of my guys beforehand when we first discussed the fuck meet prior to this date. He knew what he was getting of the four of us, and us being naked was what he needed to enhance the mood.

"Jeff, man, I'll tell you right now, you ain't had the type of fun we about to have," Roy warned as we were in the vehicle.

Jeff could only laugh as he knew he was in for a wild ride, and the four of us wasted no time in granting his wishes as we quickly headed back, then each of us took individual showers before waiting for him in his humongous bed.

"You four bold fucks," he said when he arrived to the bedroom an hour after

We all snickered as we were stretched out across the bed, all of us watching ESPN or reading magazines butt ass naked.

"This is definitely a sight for sore eyes," he said as he came over to me to kiss. "I'm thanking you for setting this up."

Jeff made it feel as if it was his birthday when it was just the four of us looking to get pleasured, and endure a hot time. He would get undressed and head into the bathroom, with an impatient Roy trying to climb off the bed to join him.

"Nah bro," I told him as I let Jeff get cleaned up.

We continued on doing what we were doing as 30 minutes would pass, and Jeff, with a towel in his right hand, came out of the bathroom before he scrubbed his face and hair.

"Can someone wipe my back," he asked.

Shep and I gladly went onto our feet to meet the behemoth bear. I noticed on Shep the amount of tattoos he carried like never before, as the caramel skinned brother's entire chest and arms were covered with multiple shapes and symbols. He took the towel first, standing to the right of Jeff while I stood to the left, and began nibbling on Jeff's ear as I rubbed his belly with my left hand.

"Can't get the water off me first eh," he asked.

Shep handed me the towel and I began to rub Jeff's front, starting from his knee caps, then skipping the crotch area to hit his shoulders, belly, then retreating back to the nipples for a gentle scrub before I sucked on the left one. I would also dry his crotch while Roy and Tank, two dark skinned, auburn colored brothers, would get off the bed and close in on Jeff as all four of us surrounded him, with each of us fondling a different part of his sweet, hairy body. It was like a scene from a porn movie, the four of us being like Jeff's neighbors or workers, working over the boss for our own favor. I would kiss Jeff on the lips first as Shep got behind him with his chiseled body, and the other two filling the gaps as they kissed and sucked on other voids. I'd stop, and climb back on the bed and watched the four of them go at it, as Jeff was literally being turned around as they all took turns kissing and feeling him up.

"Which dick you want first," I asked Jeff.

"Sheesh, I don't know," he answered as he had so much to choose from.

We were all different in shade and appearance, yet were yoked in that department. Roy, with his slim figure, had the longest, fattest cock as it was level from base to tip, its thickest point at the base, and the head resembling a pink mushroom tip. I got a quick glimpse of the others for Tank, a bear like me, wasn't the longest, but he, too, was packing a curved pickle that Jeff couldn't seem to keep his hand off of.

"I tell you what. You can't lose with whichever one," Shep said.

Jeff would lay flat on the edge of the bed, then turn his body around to where his head hung off the edge. Shep would be the first to get his long, jet black dick wet as he squatted over Jeff to feed him. Shep moaned, biting down on his lip as he experienced the skillful Jeff, one who didn't mind getting his throat pounded.

"Hold on. Not so fast," Shep wailed before he pulled away, getting close to climaxing prematurely.

Tank would replace him.

"Fuck daddy's face for me," Jeff said as Tank would do just that while pulling at Jeff perky nipples.

This caused the insatiable bottom to breathe hard through his nose, while moaning loudly as he loved rough nipple play. Roy would stand beside Tank, and Jeff would switch off, giving Roy some oral attention, too, as he would alternate back and forth, with Shep laying beside me watching, stroking like me.

"You been holding out on us," Shep said before he turned to kiss me.

I'd never kissed any of my homeboys, but we were so caught up in the moment every and anything went, and I'd feel Jeff's familiar mouth caressing my cock again. Shep even went as far as to rub my nipples as if he'd been waiting to touch me, and even went further to rub my sensitive my before I felt the bed shaking.

"I ain't waiting no more," Roy said as I looked up and would hear Jeff whimpering as Roy was plowing him from behind.

"Don't run from the dick," Tank told Jeff as Tank was behind Roy, pulling on Roy's nipples while kissing Tank's neck.

I started to wonder if my homeboys engaged in some activities when I wasn't around as they seemed too comfortable touching themselves this way. Roy and Tank were now kissing face to face as the two studs exchanged tongues like me and Shep, then Roy would stop plowing to give one of us a turn.

"Got me ready to cum already. Who next," he asked as he pulled out and stepped back.

Tank would take his place as Jeff would take a break from blowing me to do Shep, with Shep and I still making out. Tank lived up to his name as he had the headboard crashing against the wall, and Jeff letting out loud moans as his canal was getting stretched by my beefy homeboy. Tank would even show his agility and climb onto the mattress to piledrive the businessman's pussy harder and faster, to where I heard Jeff's hole "juicing."

"Let's see how deep you can really take it," Tank said through intervals of pounding.

"The pussy that good," Shep asked Tank.

"Pussy is damned good," Tank responded as he rode Jeff.

Shep kissed me once more then crawled off the bed, standing beside Roy as Roy looked like he needed another turn. This plethora of cock had Jeff in a chokehold, and he was louder than I ever heard him before as he was receiving pleasure the same. Jeff couldn't worry about my sucking my cock as he was too busy enjoying his guts being rearranged by Tank, and so I, too, would crawl off the bed for I was ready for some pussy.

"You close," Shep asked.

"I am, oh shit I am," said Tank as his face changed.

His body would go into convulsions before he let out loud purrs as he shed his seed in Jeff.

"Puff puff, pass motherfucker," Shep said as he joked with the marijuana premise, and Shep entered Jeff after Tank would pull out. "Gushy pussy is the best pussy."

"I mean, it ain't fun if the homies can't have none," I said to them as I witnessed Shep go full throttle.

I and Roy got closer after Tank went to the bathroom, seeing Shep's pretty stick further stretch Jeff's hole as it belched he and Tank's cum. Shep was "dredging" that hole as we witnessed Jeff turning into a creamery, or a bottom that profusely ejaculates from having his ass taken good. Shep was motivated in turn and fucked him harder, with Jeff once more burying his face into the pillow.

"You about to cum, too, huh," I asked Shep.

"Hell yeah I am. Here it goes," Shep yelled. "Ahhhhfuck, man. Fuck!"

Shep busted a nut at the tip of Jeff's hole as the squirts looked like candle wax being shot from a cannon. Shep moved back after he smeared Jeff's entrance, and rolled down to the floor before Roy took his place.

"Now its my turn," Roy said.

Roy simply wiggled his hips side to side, trying a different motion than the others while trying to stretch the host. Jeff seemed to love this the most for Roy was hitting different spots, and I'd witness Jeff's swollen box hanging on to the stiff prick as he basically gave it a massage.

"Four dudes from Compton digging you out," Roy said to him.

"Yes, oh yes, four hood brothers digging out this daddy pussy," Jeff moaned as he would emit some of the sexiest grunts.

I looked over to see him turning purple as it seemed Roy was scratching his itch the best. Roy however would then pull out.

"We gotta bring it home," Roy told me. "Finish him off, bro,"

I made Jeff lay on his back and place his legs in the air, and I would see that musky, used hole ready for more action.

"Just a natural cock slut," I told Jeff.

"Well, you made me this way," he said as he held up his legs.

This might've been the most risque visit to Palm Springs I endured, but I didn't care, for I was having too much fun. Jeff pushed those thick calves back, and Roy, who was receiving head, held his legs back while the other two watched me jam it hard. Jeff screamed, as I punched hard at Jeff's gushing sphincter, for the harder I threw the dick, the more he orgasmed.

"Look at all that nut," one of the guys said as I pummeled his walls.

This was icing on the cake of reminding Jeff that despite me being over 100 miles away, the dick could always travel. I of course loved Jeff as he was a genuine friend, and of course we were intimate when it was just us, but he needed reassurance that regardless of whatever, he was still a qualified, bonafide slut. I continued to rummage in that sweet pussy to hear it burp, sliding side to side with my own rhythm to cause tears to run from his eyes (he explained later that only happened when he was being fucked good). Roy and I seemed to be at a race of who could cum first, but then Roy surprised me when he reached down to place his mouth on Jeff's stubby little Johnson.

"I suck you, you suck me," Roy would say.

"Don't hold back that nut," one of them said.

I kept plunging deep, causing Jeff's loud roars to be muffled by the cock in his mouth. I was getting close, and remarkably so was Roy and Jeff before we simultaneously came. I pulled out to see the multiple loads falling out Jeff's used hole, and he and Roy wouldn't let up of each other until they swallowed each and every drip of cum.

"Hell of a way of starting off a weekend," Tank said before the five of us were stretched out on the bed.

"Hubby isn't coming home for three weeks now," Jeff told me as he was hinting a forecast.

I remained in the moment, feeling good as we all got off and my right foot was being massaged by Jeff. This would surely only be the beginning of one fantastic weekend.