Chemical [se]X

by Неизвестный

  “Your face is kind of red, you okay?”

  “Dude, eating that gave me a huge boner.”

  Zak’s eyes widened when he took a gander at my crotch. “Damn, that must be some fucking good chocolate.”

  An intense throbbing shot through my groin. “Holy fuck, my dick has never been this hard, kinda feels like it’s trying to tear through my jeans.”

  “Maybe you should let that bad boy out, you know, for comfort’s sake.”

  I yanked open my button fly, then almost passed out when a tree limb sprung out of my pants. “Look at this, I think it’s bigger, and fatter.”

  Zak shoved an entire piece of the mystery candy in his mouth and chewed furiously while he stared at my cock. I slid my fingers up and down the length and my body lurched like I’d been struck my lightning.

  “Fuck, everything feels better than usual, sort of like all my nerve endings are all juiced up.” Zak was still ogling my crotch and licking his lips, making them glisten with saliva. The fact that he was eyeballing my junk got me even hotter. “Want to watch me jerk off?”

  He looked me straight in the eye. “I’d rather do that for you.”

  “I, um, think I kind of want you to, um, maybe, um, touch my, um, dick”

  Zak moved closer and massaged the wet tip of my cock with his thumb. The simple motion caused me to sigh like a lovestruck teenage girl.

  “Damn, you’re juicy. You have a big, thick, juicy dick.”

  “Okay, no maybes, I really, really want you to touch my dick.” I thrust my pelvis forward for emphasis.

  He gripped my dick with his fist. “I can barely get my fingers around this fucker.” After a few strokes, he froze, and a funny expression came over his face. “That shit just hit my brain stem.”

  “Crazy, huh? Do your balls feel funny? Mine feel like two softballs that have been baking in the hot sun all day.”

  He clawed at my shirt. “Take off your clothes, all your clothes, right fucking now.”

  “Yeah, you too, let’s get naked. Buck ass naked. Then I want you to fuck me. In my ass. With your dick. Your big, black dick.”

  “The dirty talk is sexy as fuck, keep doing that.”

  Zak pulled off his shirt, and the rubber band holding his dreads together came loose. His hair floated around his head like a mane of black ropes. I grabbed some in each hand and pulled him closer.

  “You look like a lion, a big, wild, sexy lion, I want to jump on your back and ride you all around the jungle.”

  “Oh yeah? Do you want to fuck me?”

  The idea of putting my cock up his ass made me breathless and unable to speak. I was drowning in lust and desire and want, all I could do was nod my head. Zak grabbed me by the face and mashed his lips against mine, I shoved my tongue in his mouth and tasted chocolate. We made out like feral animals; I shoved my hands inside his boxers and squeezed two handfuls of smooth, muscular ass. My dick was rubbing against Zak’s, but the friction wasn’t enough, I craved more.

  “Fuck me, Zak, fuck me now.”

  “Not yet. I’ve wanted to suck your dick for five fucking years, and I’m not waiting any longer.” Zak pushed me against the refrigerator, and dropped to his knees. “Look at this bad boy, he’s got to be nine inches, at least. I always knew you were packin’ some heat.”

  He squeezed my sac like he was checking a peach for ripeness. Intense, sexual mania took over my body, my cock was oozing so much precum, I appeared to be having an orgasm.

  “Yeah, baby, drip for me.” He lapped up every drop while using a firmer hand on my balls. “More.”

  The muscles in my legs were stretched taut; I clawed at the cold stainless steel that was pressed against my back, determined not to come, wanting to prolong the moment.

  “Zak, I’m trying not to but, your mouth is so fucking hot-”

  “Do it baby, shoot your cum down my throat.”

  Zak clutched my ass and I watched every inch of my dick disappear behind his plump lips. He looked like a god, a chocolate covered, dreadlock sporting, deep throating god. I was his supplicant, offering my cock to him like a sacrifice. And he devoured me.

  Between the warm, wet, suction, and the feel of his tongue rubbing against the underside of my shaft, I exploded, drowning his tonsils with the biggest load my balls had ever unleashed. While he gulped down the thick spunk, he made the same kind of noises I do when I eat a hot fudge sundae. He peered up at me through his thick fringe of lashes while he sucked the tip, milking me for every drop. My knees buckled and I slid to the floor.

  “Nectar from heaven,” Zak said after licking his lips. “Want a taste?”

  Once again, I could only nod. He licked my tongue, I could taste semen and chocolate and mocha and a thousand other flavors.

  “Is it weird that I like kissing you?”

  “No, baby, I happen to be an excellent kisser, you have no choice but to enjoy my hot lips.”

  His tongue fluttered against mine, then slid deeper into my mouth. I sort of felt like I was giving him head, which gave me an overwhelming urge to do just that.

  “Put your cock in my mouth.” I sounded like a preschooler begging for candy.

  “I thought you wanted my dick in your ass.”

  I bit his bottom lip and stared into his eyes. “I want everything.”

  Zak stood up, stripped off his boxers and leaned against the center island, still wearing his socks and work boots, the sight of him almost melted my nads. I crawled on my knees across the cold tile, in awe of the perfect cock that was rock hard and pointing up to his six pack like an arrow.

  “Sorry to disappoint, we don’t all have twelve inch dicks.”

  “I never thought I’d say this about another dude’s cock, but, man, that is fucking beautiful.”

  The shaft was dark chocolate up to the middle, then turned to milk chocolate towards the tip. The crown was perfectly shaped and glossy with precum. But his balls held the most fascination for me. While my sac looks like one wrinkled bag hanging there, his looked like two ping pong balls covered in black velvet. I gently stroked them with the tips of my fingers, then sucked one, causing Zak to groan and push against my face.

  He was immaculately manscaped, making me ashamed of my own wild tangle of pubes that I never bothered trimming. The only hair he had down there was a tiny patch right above his shaft, springy and curly like a tiny afro. I used my thumb to stroke the soft thatch while I alternated sucking each velvety testicle. I swear, I could feel them swelling with cum, cum that I wanted in my mouth.

  “I love having my nads sucked, baby, mmm, feels so good.” While I continued devouring his balls, my fingers kept exploring until I found his taint. He moaned and spread his legs. “Yeah, go further back, tease my hole.”

  I wet the pad of my thumb with spit, then gently massaged his tight pucker. I increased the pressure until I could feel him melt, then spread open. More spit, and the tip of my index finger disappeared inside up to the first knuckle.

  “Yeah, fuck yeah, tease that ass.”

  “You like getting your ass fingered?”

  “Mmm.”

  “You’ll probably let me put my cock up here, won’t you? Will you let me plow this tight ass?”

  Zak mumbled something like “dirtytalkmakesmecome”, but before I could catch the deluge in my mouth, semen spurted up like a geyser. Some splattered his chest while the rest dripped down his cock and balls, but my tongue was there, anxious to catch every drop. The flavor was more complex than I expected. He tasted like salt, and musk, and love, hot man love. Hot sticky man love that was dribbling down my chin.

  “I’ve never come so hard or so fast. What the fuck is in those things?”

  “Fairy dust, or crack, or unicorn blood.” I licked up a drop of jizz I found on his neck. “I don’t know, but I can’t stop, can you? I’ve never been so fucking horny in my entire life.”

  “Stop? My dick is already hard again.”

  “Good. Fuck me.”

  “You’ve nev
er been fucked, and we don’t have lube.”

  “Use spit, that’s what they do in porno movies.”

  Zak groaned. “Saliva is not a substitute for lube. Ever. Unless you like pain, and I’ve seen you cry over a splinter.”

  “I want your dick up my ass, dude, like right fucking now.” I frantically searched the cabinets. “There’s gotta be something in here.” I found a bottle of canola oil and tossed it to him.

  He eyed the label, then laughed. “All we can do is try.”

  Zak greased up, then directed me to bend over the island. “Put your knee up here, yeah, now bend forward a little. There you go, now I have easy access to this sweet, pink hole.” He licked the small of my back. “Good-god-damn, you look sexy as hell.”

  I felt spread open and exposed, maybe slightly vulnerable, but when his fingers slid up and down my ass crack, I lost all sense of shame, in fact, I managed to bend my leg and open up even more.

  “Mmm, baby, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” He slicked oil over my balls and taint, then around my hole. “You like the way that feels?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “I’m going to oil you up on the inside, I want to make this real comfortable for you. My dick will slide in your tight ass just like butter.”

  He inched one finger up my ass and I sucked in air and moaned simultaneously, mostly out of pleasure, but a little out of shock. The last time my butt had been intruded in such a way, it was by the latex covered, KY coated digit of one Dr. Rosenbaum, who kept his finger in my ass a lot longer than he should have.

  “Sorry, Ryan, I can’t find your prostate. Maybe I should go a slightly deeper.”

  “No offense, doc, but you’re practically touching my brain.”

  Getting fingered by Dr. Rosenbaum felt weird and creepy. Getting fingered by Zak by was fucking hot. Once he had three of them crammed in there, I demanded to be fucked properly.

  “Use your dick, I’m so fucking ready, plug my hole with your big cock.”

  “No problem, baby, I can’t wait to get in there.”

  I closed my eyes and breathed deep. By now, the magical ingredient inside the chocolate had completely taken over the pleasure center of my brain. The sensation of my asshole being stretched open by the tip of his thick cock caused a large gush of precum to spurt out of mine. He took his time, pushing inside my eager ass at a leisurely pace. Dr. Rosenbaum couldn’t find my prostate, but Zak did.

  “Holyshitfuckdamn.” I white knuckled the edge of the counter top while I involuntarily pushed my hips back. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “I’m massaging your sweet spot, wait, it gets better.”

  Every time his dick scraped against my knot, a jolt of ecstasy radiated from the inside of my ass, all the way to the top of my head. I was making sounds that were probably never heard by human ears before, punctuated by bursts of dirty talk.

  “God, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder - uhn, hhhn, uhhh - your cock feels so fucking good up my ass - eeep, ufff, ahh, mmmmmm - I’m so fucking full - hhhhn, hhhhn - so good, fuck, more, more.”

  Zak thrust faster and faster, causing the glassware in the cabinets below me to rattle, but I didn’t care. I wanted Zak to fuck me forever, but I also wanted him to come, so I could feel the sensation of being shot full of hot semen.

  “Tight ass, such a tight little white ass, I’m going to drown that hole.”

  “I’m so close, so fucking close. God damn, I love your cock up my ass, Zak, I love the way you’re fucking me.”

  My eyes were squeezed shut tight, and we were both making so much noise, I didn’t notice Mayor Kingman until he was close enough for me to smell his cologne.

  “I see you boys tried some of my chocolates.”

  When I’m terrified for my life, my sphincter has a tendency to clamp down like a bear trap. This time I clenched up with Zak’s hard cock inside. He whimpered but didn’t pull out, not that he could have anyway.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” Zak whispered. Mayor Kingman meandered over to the counter where the gold box was sitting, but stopped short and scrutinized the knife block. “He’s going to shank us, we’re dead.”

  “These are expensive chocolates, and hard to find, the stores keep selling out of them.”

  His voice was calm, his manner relaxed. I figured he was a psychopath who got his rocks off by carving people up. We stood there, frozen in place, my leg still swung up on top of the island, Zak’s right hand still tangled in my hair, both of our dicks still hard as concrete.

  “I should let this go, but I can’t.” Mayor Kingman pulled a knife out of the block, the blade glinted menacingly under the recessed lighting.

  “Please don’t kill us!” I said.

  “We’ll pay you for the candy and then we’ll clean up the mess we made,” Zak said.

  “We’ll probably need bleach, lots of bleach,” I said.

  Mayor Kingman stood like a statue, blankly staring at us while the knife dangled from his fingers, blade pointing downward. Horrifying thoughts raced through my mind.

  “I’m actually going to die. With a huge boner and a dick up my ass. Sometimes life really blows.”

  The mayor swiped his forehead with his free hand and laughed heartily.

  “Oh, great, he’s that kind of psychopath. Fuck, I’m horny. I wish I could come before I get stabbed.” Then I almost chuckled. I was going to get stabbed, while I was getting jabbed. “Fuck.”

  “You guys think I’m going to kill you?” He brushed tears of laughter from his cheeks. “Just because I came home early and caught you naked in my kitchen with puddles of semen everywhere?”

  “You do have a knife in your hand, sir,” Zak said.

  Mayor Kingman glanced down at the blade clutched in his hand. “Yikes, I guess that does look fairly ominous. Actually, the knife handle was upside down, and my severe OCD compelled me to fix it.” He stuck the knife back in the block and sighed with relief. “There, that’s better.”

  “So, you’re not going to kill us,” I said.

  “Listen, when I come home after a shit morning at the office and find two hot studs naked and fucking, murder is the last thing on my mind.” He loosened his tie. “Got room for a third?”

  “Hell, yeah,” Zak said.

  The mayor plucked a chocolate from the box and leaned against the counter. “First, I’d love to watch you boys finish.”

  Zak resumed humping and I resumed moaning. The extra set of eyes roving over us while we fucked was strange at first, but after about thirty seconds, I decided having an audience was hot.

  “Uhnnn, fuck, I’m gonna, ahhh, holy shit.”

  “Are you gonna come for me?”

  I couldn’t answer, I was too busy drowning in sexual euphoria. With every thrust, a sinfully delicious sensation shot from my sweet spot to the tip of my cock. My nads vibrated and my voice went up about three octaves, I sounded like a dying cat. Jets of semen shot out of the end of my dick like bullets from a gun. Just when I thought I had expelled at least a gallon, Zak started pumping harder and faster, which milked my balls even further. I was still dripping when he froze, grunted loudly, then pulled out and shot his load of steaming hot spunk all over my ass.

  “Jesus, holy fucking Jesus. That was the single greatest fuck I’ve ever had.”

  Zak collapsed on the floor, covered in a sheen of sweat and grinning like an idiot. I felt a tongue on my ass, and whipped my head around in time to see Mayor Kingman licking me clean.

  “Mmmm, now that’s what I call a hot lunch.” He coated his finger with Zak’s fluids, then teased the tip inside me. “He fucked you good, huh?”

  I laid my head on the counter top and sighed. “So good, so fucking good.”

  “I need a good fuck, from the both of you. Think you boys can handle the job?”

  “Yes, sir,” Zak and I said in unison.

  “Please, call me Grant. At home, I’m a regular guy, who happens to be dreaming about a nice spit roast right about now. I’m goin
g to run upstairs and grab a few things, you two get ready for more action.” He waved his finger at us, then took off at a swift pace.

  “Dude, we’re going to fuck the mayor, how surreal is this?” Zak used a kitchen towel to clean off the whatever Grant’s tongue had missed. “You looked sexy covered in my cum, baby.”

  “I wanted you to shoot it inside, but I liked what you did, that was real hot, and drippy.”

  Zak split a piece of the magic candy and put one half in my mouth. He smeared the gooey center of the other half over the tip of my cock, then used his tongue to erase the mess. I twisted my fingers into his dreads and groaned.

  “Things aren’t going to be weird between us now, are they?”

  He looked up at me with a serious expression carved into his face. “The way I see it, things were weird before when we were pretending we weren’t attracted to each other. But I knew we’d end up together, even without the demon chocolates.”

  “How could you possibly know that?”

  “I can read your mind, remember?” He smiled before slipping the tip of his tongue into my slit.

  “You boys ready for more action?” Grant’s voice floated in from another room. “I’m in the den, second door on the left.”

  If we weren’t already rock hard and eager, the scene in the den would have gotten us there in a heartbeat. Black leather ottomans of various sizes and shapes were scattered about the space, while the rest of the room was solid white. White carpet, white walls, white accessories, thick white drapes over the windows. But the toy collection was the most awe inspiring.

  Dildos, vibrators, and other things I’d never seen before were set on glass shelves, or hanging on the walls, like artwork. Kinky things, naughty things, things I wanted to shove up my ass, since I felt so empty without Zak’s cock inside. Then there was Grant. Naked and sprawled on a chaise lounge, holding red silk scarves. For a guy in his forties, the man was in shape. Cut muscles covered with dark body hair, a nice sized dick standing fully erect and the same dazzling smile that won him the vote of every female in Brookdale. And mine, too, but I also liked his stand on the issues.