S03E04: Must Be Bottom

Synopsis: Following an abrupt move to a brand-new city, DayDay finds himself in a difficult predicament when his original boarding plans aren't quite desirable. He thinks he may be in luck when he finds an online ad from two DL dom tops looking to share and house a submissive bottom. However, on the first meet-up, DayDay realizes that his two potential suitors are working through their tense relationship history.

This story is a copyright by Mr. Maleficent of the Maleficent Journal and an act of complete fiction. Please always remember to wrap it up.

Knock Knock…

I knocked at the door with a reasonable amount of force applied to my wrist. I wanted it to sound strong, but not threatening. First impressions are everything. The last thing I wanted was for my knock to sound “feminine” considering the ad requested specifically for a masculine-presenting bottom. I didn’t want my knock to sound dainty. This was a great opportunity, and I couldn’t risk being written off so soon.

“Coming!” said a faint baritone voice from inside the apartment. It sounded like the same one I talked to on the phone when I first called about the ad. Shortly after, the door opened and there he stood on the other side. “LaDavius?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” I confirmed. “Are you Jameer or…”

“I’m Jameer.”

“Oh good. Nice to meet you, Jameer.” I extended my hand, which he shook. I gripped him firmly, as I would any other interview. I’d be a fool to think the same rules didn’t apply here. He was certainly going to be judging me on how masculine I presented, which meant that this handshake needed to come off in the same way that I knocked on the door. I tried my hardest not to overdo it, meeting his force as best I could. His grip was pretty strong, snugly squeezing my palm at his will.

“Nice to finally see you in person, LaDavius.”

“You can call me David, Davius, Day-Day, Davi… I go by them all.”

“Hmmm… I like Day-Day,” he said, licking his bottom lip.

“I’ll be Day-Day.”

I returned what I perceived to be a flirtatious look while still clinging to my masculine allure. He allowed an accepting smile to bounce back in my direction. I think I passed the first test.

“Come on in,” Jameer stepped aside, allowing me to enter his 3 bedroom apartment. The door opened to a long hallway. On the right, there were two doors at the back end of the hallway. On the left, was one door near the entrance, a large case opening that led to the living room and all the other shared spaces, and then another door across from the second door on the left. And at the end of the hallway was one more door, one that probably led to the master bedroom of the apartment. I’m guessing that is where all the magic will go down. “Let’s head right into the living room, where we can talk.”

“Ok.”

After stepping inside, Jameer closed the door behind me. I allowed him to lead the way, careful not to take too many liberties while inside his home.

“Do you want a drink or something?” Jameer asked.

“No, no, thank you.”

“You sure? It’s pretty hot out.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. The air in here is cool enough. I’m alright.” I was telling the truth. He had the central air blasting, and it felt damn near arctic compared to the summer heat wave that was going outside.

“Alright, so let me clear off a few things so you can get comfortable,” He said, starting to sweep several sheets of paper and notes off the sofa and coffee table. He also picked up his laptop and put it away as well. “To be honest, I was expecting you to flake like a lot of the others.”

“Oh? Not many people have responded to the ad?” I asked.

“There were a lot of responses. But like everything else, many people don’t make it past the first round. There’s been a lot of guys who called but didn’t show up when it was time to meet. There’s been a lot of catfishes, a lot of dudes who I could tell by listening to their voice on the phone that they wouldn’t work out.”

I chuckled nervously, in hopes that I wouldn’t be clocked.

“There’s been a lot of white guys sending edited pics or tanned images, trying to pretend that they’re mixed. Most of the responses have been from very effeminate white men, actually.”

“I could see that. From the unusual requests in the ad, I could definitely see why a lot of white submissives would respond.”

“Yeah, but did they miss the part about No whites and No fems? You saw that shit, right?”

“Yeah, I saw it,” I nervously smiled again. From the way he spoke, it sounded like a warning. The heft in his voice sounded as if he’d been pretty irritated with the guys who had wasted his time, and that he would be pretty damn blunt if he thought that I was doing the same.

After Jameer cleared the living room of all of his work items, he took a seat on his recliner and motioned for me to take one on the sofa.

“So, let me start off by saying, I’m glad you look like your pictures,” he stated.

“Ah, thank you,” I replied. “I didn’t see any pictures with the ad, but I’m glad you have an impressive appearance as well.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

Jameer was a dark brown-skinned dude, one of those guys who may not have considered himself dark-skinned but was a few shades darker than the typical brown paper bag. He had those low-covering eyes, the ones that someone who wasn’t politically correct might call “chinky.” The sexiest thing about him was the thick full beard. Unlike a lot of beards, his was kept. It was obvious from how even and measured the beard was, that this was his style. It worked. Jameer had an appeal to him in his KC Royals shirt, white shorts, and his low-cut Caesar with deep waves. I’d enjoy him, and I hoped he felt the same way about me.

“So, tell me a little bit about yourself,” he requested. “Where you from?”

“Brooklyn, born and raised.”

“Ok, Ok! I see you,” Jameer nodded with approval. “I kinda heard it in the accent, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Yeah, but I also spent a lot of time in the south too. My dad’s family was from Mississippi, so I’d go visit my grandparents every summer until they passed away.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. That was over 10 years ago. I wasn’t super close to them, so I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Ok, Ok! What brings you out here to KCMO? You a long ways away from home, Babyboy.”

“One of my cousins convinced me to come check it out. I was having a hard time keeping up with my finances while trying to stay motivated enough to focus on my art. She said if I came out and got a little part-time job to handle 1/4^th of the expenses at her house, then she wouldn’t pester me and I’d be able to work on my art as much as I wanted in her garage.”

“That sounds like a sweet deal. So why are you trying to give that up?”

The question sparked a memory flash in my head. All I could picture was the filthy bathroom, the unwashed dishes clogging up her kitchen sink, and the mice holes in the cracks of her foundation. Every time I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, I’d jump with the expectation that I’d see a bedbug or a roach. I never did… but I knew they were coming. I love my cousin, Jazmine, but her family was never really considered the cleanest.

“Her style of doing things is much different from mine. I still love her, but I can’t live under her conditions. Plus, it’s not legal.”

“Not legal?” Jameer asked. “What do you mean?”

“She’s on section 8. So that… quarter of the rent she’s asking me to pay, is actually the quarter of the rent that she’s supposed to pay. I don’t know… It doesn’t exactly seem fair to me, so that’s why I’m looking for something new until I can get on my feet.”

“Cool, cool. You mentioned you’re an artist, what kind of art do you do?”

“I do sketches, airbrushes, painting-”

“So, like, drawings? You do drawings?”

“Yeah, that’s a way to simplify it.”

“Cool, cool… But you know you can’t paint in the apartment, right?”

“I figured,” I answered. “And that’s fine. There’s a parking lot at the park across the street. I actually think that it might be a great temporary studio. I love open spaces; I love connecting with nature. I’ve always dreamed of painting on a mountaintop. I can settle for Kansas City’s huge hills for now.”

Jameer laughed. “Yeah, yeah. You gon’ find plenty of hills. So, how long have you been out here?”

“2 days.”

“2 days??? Oh, so you for real about getting out of cuz’s house,” he cracked up in laughs again.

“The first night that I was here, I knew that I couldn’t stay with her for too long. My mom paid this quarter's rent for the month, so if I leave before the month is up, I won’t owe my cousin any money. With that settled, hopefully, me and her can stay on good terms when I leave.”

“Awh… I feel you. Well, you know that if we do take you on, everything in the ad remains true. You won’t have to pay rent, but that does give us the right to evict you at any time and for any reason if you don’t work out.”

“I understand that. But assuming our personalities don’t clash, I don’t think you’ll have any problems out of me. I clean up after myself. I’ll have no problem cleaning up after others. I’m not a loud person. I don’t get into anyone else’s belongings, and I don’t know anybody in the area so I won’t have any guests.”

“That sounds good to me. And shit, you look good as fuck to me too.”

I smiled.

“Cute little straight teeth, sexy ass dark skin…”

“Uh… thank you,” I said, growing nervous and blushing.

“So, have you always been a bottom or are you just willing to do it so you can stay here?”

“I’ve always done a little of both. I like bottoming more, though.”

“Cool. You like gettin’ that rough dick?”

The remark caught me off-guard. I guess I assumed that talking about sex would come up at some point during the meet, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon after the sit-down. With me already being nervous, the remark only furthered my embarrassment. Jameer could sense it.

“Hey, hey, we know what we here for,” he laughed. “Ain’t no point in beating around the bush.”

“No, you’re right. You’re absolutely right. That’s a very valid question… and yes, I can take it when it’s rough.”

“I ain’t ask if you can take it. I asked if you like that shit.”

Again, Jameer’s voice sounded as if he were warning me. If I couldn’t confirm that I liked rough dick, I’d be out of the running. His search would continue, and I’d go back to my cousin’s garage.

“I prefer it when it’s rough,” I answered. “I like gettin’ gutted, no mercy. If he can’t force me down and put a bunch of babies in me, then I don’t really want it.”

“Awwwh, shit, lil’ nigga,” he said, smirking with his full lips. “That shit just made my joint hard.”

“That’s wassup.”

“Fo’ damn sho’, dat’s wassup!”

Jameer looked at me as if he expected me to pull it out and get to work or something. I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes just from the way he kept looking me up and down. He was intrigued. I had a good feeling that I’d won him over. But as for the other one…

I heard a jiggling lock sound coming from the hallway where the entrance to the apartment was. From there, the front door opened and shut. Then, there was a sound of jingling keys and strong sturdy footsteps coming in from the hallway.

“Just in time,” Jameer said.

I turned around to look at the man who’d just come into the room. He was a thick man, looking to be around the same age as Jameer, but much thicker in build. Where Jameer was an average-light muscle build, this other guy was muscly-thick. He had a build that you could tell was strong as hell, just not exactly fit like an Instagram model. He was maybe 6’4 and 250-260 lbs. The weight looked good on him. He didn’t have a huge gut, but he was meaty. Muscular, but meaty.

Eric was undeniably dark-skinned, about the same shade as me, which was more than a few shades darker than Jameer.

“Eric, this is Day-Day,” Jameer introduced.

“Nice to meet you, man,” I said, standing up from the couch and extending my hand to shake his. He ignored my handshake, holding an angrily unpleasant look on his face.

“You the new dog?” Eric asked.

“Excuse me?” I turned back to look at Jameer, so he could be a buffer and explain.

“Eric’s joking. He has a deadpan sense of humor,” Jameer offered.

I turned to look back at Eric and he still had the same expression on his face. No humor, no joy, no laughter.

“I’m still interviewing Day-Day, Eric. You got anything you want to ask him?”

Eric looked me up and down again, smoldering, but doing so in a way that also suggested disgust as well.

“Turn around,” Eric said.

I exhaled, somewhat frustrated. I was on display, being asked to turn around as if I were a prized heifer. The only thing that kept me from walking out was my need for a place to stay. It had only been a brief amount of time, but Jameer seemed cool. This Eric nigga though? He had the wrong energy. Maybe Jameer was right, and his sense of humor was just different. Maybe he wasn’t the type of nigga who actually laughed when he found something funny. There used to be this nigga back in Brooklyn that I grew up with, who didn’t really laugh. He could think something was the funniest thing in the world, but he would ‘huck, huck’ twice, and then, snap his finger. The shit came off more like a tick than anything. Maybe this nigga, Eric, was similar.

I looked back at Jameer, who whirled his index finger around in a circle.

“Let him see,” Jameer encouraged.

I guessed that I should, after all, the ad was never for just Jameer. The ad read that both of them would be getting access to me. I would be expected to please both men whenever they wanted in exchange for a place to rest my head rent-free. Only getting along with Jameer wouldn’t suffice. I had to get on good terms with both of them. So… that meant that I had to turn around, just as they wanted.

I slowly turned around, showing my backside to Eric.

“Mmmmph…” he grunted.

“That ass fat from the back, ain’t it?”

“He damn sho’ look good from the back.”

Well, at least it sounded like both men were pleased…

“You got anything you want to ask him?” Jameer asked Eric, wanting him to chime in on the interview.

“Nah… Nah, you good. I need to hop in the shower. Y’all can finish up.”

“Iite.”

Assuming that Eric was immediately going to leave the room, I began walking back to the sofa to sit down again. As I was walking, I noticed Jameer’s eyes fixated on an object behind me. And I could also hear a deep, breathless whisper that said, “I want him!”

I turned around and caught the tail end of Eric pointing in my direction. When I caught him, he quickly put his hand down and turned to walk away, playing his actions off. Yes… it was obvious that I was acing this interview so far. I sat back down.

***************

“Ughhh,” Jameer grunted. “I just killed the mood by telling you that story, didn’t I?”

“No. It shifted my perception a little bit, but you didn’t kill the mood.”

“Shifted your perception, huh? What you mean by that?”

“Ummm… I guess when I saw the ad, I assumed that you were two dominant tops that wanted to tag-team a bottom on the regular, two best friends who wanted no strings attached threesomes.”

“And now?”

“And now, I don’t know. It’s clear that there are deep feelings here. I wasn’t prepared for that. I didn’t come in to try to get a boyfriend. And I also didn’t come in to try to break up a friendship. I just thought this was a unique situation that might be able to benefit me while I was still getting acclimated to the city. But… I don’t know. I probably just need to take my ass back to New York.”

I stood up from the sofa, getting ready to leave.

“Wait,” Jameer said, jumping up from the sofa too. “Nah, nah… C’mere.”

He grabbed my hand before I got too far away and pulled me back to him gently. We stood chest to chest, about the same height of 6 feet. Our eyes were level, our noses were tilted and our lips touched. It was a soft, but bitter-tasting kiss. His breath was raw, the taste of smoke and the heavy scent of marijuana. The intoxicating aroma paired with his cushy plump lips instantly made me hazy. Light-headed, I began to kiss him back, sucking at the tongue that he’d forced in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his back and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his slender fingers squeezing my ass tight. In the middle of still kissing him, my senses returned to my head.

Did I even want to be their roommate anymore if they were carrying all of this baggage? I had that flash of my cousin Jazmine’s bathroom with hair, crud, and toys everywhere again. Hmmm… I’d rather take Jameer and Eric’s drama.

Jameer’s hands began to slip into the waistband of my jeans and the underwear I had on underneath. His middle finger slipped into the crevice of my buttcheeks, diddling my hole.

“Awww… aww,” I moaned.

“Yeah, you like that, nigga?”

“Sssss… yeah.”

“Good. The spot is yours,” he said. “Eric left the decision up to me, and I want you to move in as soon as you can so we can wreck this pretty ass all the fuckin’ time.”

“Awwww,” I moaned into his neck again, feeling him going to work on my ass with his finger-tip.

“Oooooh… I wanna fuck, baby. I wanna fuck you, right now.”

“But Eric?”

“He can join in when he gets out of the shower.”

“But… you… you sure you want me to move in? I-”

“Your vibe is cool. You ain’t trying to move in on either of us… You sexy as hell. I don’t want to do this with nobody else but you.”

Was he saying this because he actually liked me or was he saying this because he could be certain that I wasn’t a threat to their duo? Was he sure that I was “the one?” Hell, was I sure that I could be the one they needed? Could I fulfill this space they were requiring me to? I wanted to for numerous reasons: they weren’t a bad couple to look at, the two of them together could surely satisfy my growing sexual prowess, and it would be free room and board… that is until they got bored with me. I had enough confidence that boredom wouldn’t come soon, as I had a ton of tricks up my sleeve. But the question remained, could I slide into this space as their third, possibly repairing the subtle fractures that I could already sense existed?

Smooch… smooch… smooch…

Jameer steadily kissed underneath my chin, burrowing his insatiable mouth and fluttering tongue into my neck as he suckled. And below, I could feel his meat stabbing against mine. He was telling the truth about him wanting to fuck me. I could feel the evidence of that against my groin. Just from that meatblade poking against me, I could tell that he was sizable. A hard dick has always been hard to turn away from, and the scent of his cologne and marijuana blend only made my own nature rise to meet his.

“So, what do you say, baby?” Jameer whispered gently into my ear. “You gon’ let me and my man’s sample this ass?”

I gulped. “You said I got the place, right?”

“You can move in today.”

“Then, there’s no need to sample… it’s yours.”

***************

Thwackkk!

He slapped me hard on the ass once again, harder than all the previous times. And in this smack, my body retreated, pulling away from him. I turned to look back just in time to see them rise back to his feet. His shorts and underwear were wrapped around his ankles, so as he stood, he was in the nude. I turned to look back at him in pain, but my short attention span quickly erased as I grew to crave the hard 9-inch dick that swelled in front of me.

"Since yo ass can't stay still, come over here and put this dick in your fucking mouth," he ordered.

Oh, how I wanted to…

I turned to face him, remaining on my knees. I can only admire the beautiful sight. His dick was long, thick, and dark, darker than the rest of his body. He'd trimmed his pubic hairs so it was a nice evenly cut patch in the V-cut of his pelvic line. And his balls? They were two very around, low-hanging door knockers that I couldn't wait to put my hands on and my lips around. I wanted him in my mouth all the more.

With my head leaned in his direction, he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me in at a quick speed. Suddenly, his thick dick was piercing my mouth and jetting to the back of my throat. He was already fucking face with a rhythm that made my eyes water upon impact.

"Go ahead and bully that dick, nigga. Show me that your little faggot ass wants it."

There was simply no way that I could follow his orders. Bully his dick? That shit was the one bullying me. I was gagging and choking, his meat running through me as if there were no walls at all. I couldn't even use my normal dick-sucking skills because I had been caught so far off guard by the sheer thrust of his hips as he fed me. I coughed in reflex of having my throat plugged by his throbbing member, and pools of saliva began dripping from my mouth. His shaft was completely coated in my oral juices as he continued to fuck.

"That's it… That's it," he coached, wildly pushing his swollen dick down my throat with reckless abandon. "Bully that motherfuckin’ dick, nigga!"

I put my hand on his abdomen, trying to provide some kind of guard to keep him from coming in so quickly. But he pushed my hand away and continued his rough thrusts. Using his palm on my head, he'd stirred up quite a bit of force to drive me back and forth along the shaft of his pole.

"Whew, that's a good little bitch. Wet that mouth up for Daddy."

I would've thought that my mouth was already wet enough. Drool had been dribbling out of my mouth for the better part of a minute now, as he fucked my lips with no restraint, snaking further into my well-lubed throat with each plunge. This carried on for a little while, with me adjusting my skill to suit his fuck. I applied some suction pressure to intensify the blowjob, something he responded to very well.

"Awwww, that shit feels so fucking good," he said, relaxing from trying to burrow into my stomach. He slowed himself down to keep from cumming too soon. I could tell that he'd been on the brink by the way his dickhead kept swelling. But now that he'd relaxed, he allowed me to really work my magic on him. I swallow the dick whole, rippling my tongue from side to side as I backed off of it. "Fuuuuuuuuckkk, that shit feels nice..."

Glad to have his approval, I went back to work on his meat. Kissing, caressing, and genuinely attempting to make love to the thick presence plowed deep in my mouth. This too, he received very well. He began to caress the back of my skull with one hand while the other gently danced down the arch in my spine. When he made it to my ass, he gently smacked it from the side, causing one seek to hit the other in a Domino ripple effect. My ass clapped together.

"Mmmm... Fat fucking ass…"

I slobbed and slurped, paying his frisky hands no mind. I allowed him to explore in whatever way he wanted. After all, I belonged to him and Eric now. And truthfully, I liked the direction in which his fingers were going. Before long, I felt them rubbing over my hole that had already been slicked by his saliva. His fingers began to rotate circularly, skipping around the rim before slipping in.

"Mmmm… You like that?" He asked.

"Mmmmhmmm," I moaned as best as I could.

"Yeah? You gonna let me slide my fingers back in that ass?"

"Mmmmhmmm..."

In a surprising turn, Jameer began to use his two middle fingers to finger me. His ring and middle fingers slowly sank into my asshole, creeping all the way down to the knuckle. And once he had gone as far as he could go, he began to flick the ball of his wrist, which allowed him to simulate fucking me with those digits. My eyes closed as I stilled myself to enjoy the penetration.

"Nah," he said, rejecting my cease-fire. "Don't stop suckin' just because I'm fucking you too. Keep gagging on that shit."

Jameer was right. If I was gonna take on two doms, then my body better get used to sucking and fucking at the same time. My eyes remained closed, but my neck movements resumed. My lips smacked together as I sucked him, unconsciously sucking him even harder than before.

He hissed. "Ssssssss... Oh fuck! You likin this shit, huh? Lil’ nigga came over here to get some grown dick, didn't he?"

My eyes were still closed as I concentrated on my holes simultaneously being opened by his forces. I only whimpered in response, letting the lustful sensations wash over me.

"Awwww, you look good as fuck…"

I tilted my head up at him and saw his seemingly angelic view. He was a gorgeous man; I knew that as soon as he came to the front door. But seeing him from this angle was glorious. He was a man worthy of worship, I'm sure both of them were. A sense of pride swelled within me, for I was glad to be jointly owned by them.

"Yo," Jameer said as he stepped back, withdrawing from my lips. "Get on your back."

Eagerly, I complied. I flipped over on the sofa, lying my back against the sofa cushion as he helped me adjust my legs by pushing them up and spreading them wide. Briefly, Jameer admired the view as he sank down to his knees.

"Oooooh... Look at that fucking butt, man. That shit is so pretty," he crooned.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Hell yea..."

Seductively, I ran my hand down my chest and abdomen, gliding all the way down to the underside of my ball sack. I paused once my fingers cupped the cleft of my ass crack, hiding my hole from his view. Effectively teasing him, I could sense that he was all the more riled.

"It's hungry too," I warned.

"Awwww shit..."

Dividing my fingers into pairs, I spread my ass cheeks open to expose the tunnel that was aching to devour him. Again, Jameer was pleased with the sight.

"Yeah, that shit looks hungry as fuck."

"Craving..."

"I probably better to feed it then, huh?"

Jameer grabbed a fist full of his thick, hard dick and began to aim it at the gap between my fingers. He spat, shooting a glob of saliva that coated my fingers and his rod at the same time. Freshly lubed, he began to push. Slowly, Jameer advanced into my body, taking his time upon first entrance. He made all the necessary grunts and groans as his pleasure sensors were triggered. Moaning louder and louder, the expletives began to run wild as his dick became more encased within me.

"Awwwww... ohhh shit, that feels good... let me in that pussy, boy... snatch this dick up..."

In turn, I also moaned at the sensation of his invasion. I couldn't even feel the pain of being stretched because I only craved more. My dick was already streaming from the arousal, leaking pools all over my abdomen. Once Jameer sat about halfway in, he began to make small, short thrusts that caused us both to whimper in delight.

"Mmmmm... This shit feels so good, baby," he hissed. "I knew you had some good butt!!!"

I wanted to chuckle at the compliment, but in my predicament, I couldn't chuckle about anything. My ass being split open was no laughing matter. All I could do was breathlessly shriek uncontrollably at his gentle intrusions.

"Uh... uh... unnnh... unh...." I grunted repeatedly, reacting to each short, thrusting advancement.

Jameer was a good seven to 7 1/2 inches buried when the clamp of my sphincter locked up and stalled his movements. After a few failed attempts, Jameer finally took notice. He looked down and spat again, supplying us both with a fresh coat of lubricant. He withdrew, but only a little before he began to push again. The lubricant worked in solidarity with his piping hard rod, easing his manhood into my tightly gripping canal. I whimpered and cried under his penile pursuit. And before long, I was feeling the pressure of his body clapping against mine. Jameer was balls deep, expedition complete. His entire length sat inside of me, buried neatly in my core.

I looked up at him, eyes on the verge of tears in ecstasy but burning with desire for a rhythmic pounding.

"That ass still hungry, boy?" He asked.

"Yeah," I wailed in falsetto.

Bending down toward me, Jameer's lips perched on my neck as he tenderly bit my skin in the most seductive way, growling in a low voice that rumbled into my ear. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he officially started to plow through me. Gripping him tight, I groaned at the feeling of my ass fragmenting open, sliding up and down his unyielding stature.

"Hell yeah… I knew this booty was gonna be fire…"

"Ahwwww... Does it feel good?"

"Unnnnh! Yessss," he roared, growing in excitement from my quivering ass muscles. "Awww Shit, your shit is good as fuck!"

His hips angled in a twerking motion, fucking me deep with ease now. Both of us got lost in our passions, moving at the same tempo toward our peak goal. And as it seemed he was getting closer to his, I knew that I was coming up too quickly on mine. My hands were already wrapped around him, so I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his back as well, crossing them at the ankles. My entire body wanted to lock his sexy ass down, warmly inviting his dick to slug me with all that he's got. What started out as a puckering little opening was undoubtedly dug out effectively, considering the ease with which Jameer's body moved through me, pummeling me into the sofa.

"Awwww... shit," I said, my eyes closing tight. In all honesty, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. And from my perspective at that moment, we were. He was all that I could focus on. His body weight's rhythmic collision with mine had stolen every neuron in my brain and held it captive under his enchantment. I knew there was a world around me, but I didn't have the brainpower to acknowledge it. I could hear the faint sound of a door creaking open, but it was background noise. My body was so in tune with the beautifully sexy black man towering over me that I forgot there was a second one roaming around the apartment.

Jameer pulled up from my neck, still staring me down, our eye contact never breaking.

"Baby," Jameer said.

"Yes?" I whimpered.

He smiled, laughing because I thought he was talking to me.

"Baby," he elevated his voice.

"Huh?" Eric said from one of the back rooms.

"Come in here and bring the Vaseline."

With my entrancement broken, I heard the sound of Eric's heavy steps approaching the doorway to the living room. When he finally appeared, he was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of sleek black briefs that sported one of the biggest bulges I've ever seen in person. He walked into the room having one thing on his mind until he saw our predicament, my legs spread around his naked boyfriend's hips.

"What did you say?…" He started to say as he walked into the room before he looked up and saw us. He immediately did a doubletake.

"I said bring the Vaseline," Jameer repeated.

"You ain't said shit, but a word..."

As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, running right back into one of the back rooms to get the requested supplies. Jameer and I were alone again, still interconnected at his genitalia. He bent down to give me a quick, sensual kiss. After smacking his lips against mine, he broke apart and whispered to me.

"You gonna let me and my boy tag-team this pretty ass?" He asked, shortly thrusting into me.

"Yeah," I whimpered quietly, biting my bottom lip.

Heavy thumps started coming from the back of the apartment as Eric sprinted back into the living room with the jar of Vaseline. When he reappeared, he was wearing even fewer clothes than previously, having taken off his briefs in the back while he was looking for the Vaseline. In rejoining us, he brought an extra thick, extra long fuckstick to the party. My eyes bucked open as he approached, completely engorged already.

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