Malcolm - Motion Lotion

I am what I would call an “introverted extrovert.” I am pretty shy until I get with a group of friends, and then I become much more extroverted. That’s not a problem for me since I’ve had the same group of friends since the fifth grade.

In the summer of 2003, I was fresh out of high school, living at home with my parents, I had no job, and was staring down the barrel of community college with the rest of the homies who didn’t know what to do with the rest of our lives. 

I did a lot of odd jobs for money. One of my closest friends hooked me up with his pop’s landscaping company, and he’d call me every once in a while when he had too many clients calling and not enough help. I didn’t mind the hard work in the heat; the difficult thing for me was these guys I’d get on a crew with were a few years older than me, and being an introverted extrovert, I struggled to get out of my shell and have fun while we worked like they did.

It really didn’t help that there were so many guys on the roster. When I would get called to work, it was very likely that I wouldn’t have worked with any of the people on today's crew. I know, I’m not here to socialize, but when it’s hot as fuck and the guys are all joking and playing around, I like to get in on that to help the time pass, but most of these guys have known each other for years.

Near the end of the summer, I did notice one guy around my age who had been on a crew with me more than once. Big guy, probably played football in high school, black with the kind of muscles I wouldn’t fuck with. I wouldn’t call him jacked, because he’s thick, but it’s the kind of muscles you get from working hard labor. I’ve seen him carry multiple bags of cement mix like it’s no big deal, flinging those big buckets of paint around like it’s a can of soda. I, on the other hand, am also black but on the thinner side. I've got abs you can count from years of ballin’ with my boys, but if you chuck a single bag of cement at me, I’m gonna topple over. He’s tall too, I’m 6” even, but he’s got a couple of inches on me.

At first, I didn’t give him much thought, but when he started calling me “Pretty Boy,” it started putting thoughts in my head. I’m DL kinda bisexual, and while this dude isn’t the type that usually catches my attention, I can’t help but melt when he tosses compliments my way. Now, I don’t go around flaunting being bi; only one of my homies knows I’m bi, and that’s because I got blasted one night and sucked his big dick. I tried to play like I didn’t like it in the morning, but when he called me out for swallowing his nut, I had to confess that I didn’t hate it. For the most part, I only date women and fuck women, but every now and then, when I’m feeling it, I’ll hook up with a sexy dude with a good vibe. It’s mostly oral stuff, but I’ve fucked and been fucked by a couple of guys.

By the third crewing with Jordan, and him calling me “Pretty Boy” even though I told him repeatedly my name is Malcolm, he started being even more friendly. Helping me with my tasks, and I helped him with his, I realized he’s actually pretty hilarious. Which only confused me because I started thinking he was only fuckin around by calling me “Pretty Boy,” because that’s the kind of joking around he would do with all the crew, but their nicknames were less flattering. Then he would do things like hold me by the waist when I climbed on the sketchy ladder. 

I have a 29” waist, so his big ass hands practically wrapped around me, and the way he was holding me was oddly sexual. I tried not to think about it at first, telling myself it was only in my head, but when I lifted my arms to drill the hole in the porch ceiling for the new swing hooks, my shirt rose up and his fingers were on my sex lines, that deep V-cut going into my boxers. Now, a straight bro would’ve probably pulled his hands down further on my hips, where I had a belt to hold up my cargo pants, but Jordan just held on tighter, and I swear I felt his middle fingers ever so slightly trace the lines until they hit the exposed top of my boxers. It took everything in me not to get bricked up.

When I came off the ladder, I pretended like I hadn’t noticed, and he didn’t say anything, so I tried to put it out of my head. Though, since I hadn’t had sex in a couple of weeks now, and I hadn’t even jerked it in a few days, my mind kept wandering back to the touch, playing it back in my head, probably making it more dramatic than it really was.

By mid-afternoon, I was helping with the clean-up. Carrying bags of grass, sticks, trash, whatever we had accumulated from doing the entire lawn of this massive house, because “haul away” is part of the service. 

It was hot as fuck, though, so I had my shirt off, tucked into my belt, and was hustling. We get paid the same amount for the day if we are there all day or just for an hour or two, so we are always trying to get out as quickly as possible. 

I had just tossed a bundle of twigs into the back of one of the trucks when Jordan came up behind me with a bunch of tools to load into the trucks built into boxes. He was talking to me as he loaded things into their right spots. I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were soaking in my body the same way he would look at a fine woman walking down the street, mentally mapping her body and committing it to memory.

“A couple of us are going to throw back some drinks later, if you want to join us,” he said.

“Ah, I can’t, I’m only 18…well, almost 19,” I said, struggling to get one of the tree branches completely into the bed.

Jordan shouldered up next to me, his sweaty body radiating onto mine, and helped me muscle it in. “That’s cool, we aren’t going to a bar or nothin. There’s a park down the street from home base. Every Friday, after we lock up the gear, Danny has a cooler in his truck filled with all kinds of good shit. Even if you’re not a beer person, there's other stuff…if you want. We meet up at the park down the street so we can’t get in trouble with the big boss if shit gets out of hand, but it’s a fun way to blow off steam on a long day like today or a week like this, where it's just go go go. Up to you, though.” He wiped the sweat off his shaved head. 

I thought about it, “That’s cool, but I really just need a shower,” I chuckled, wiping sweat from my face and fanning my torso. I grabbed another bundle of sticks and shoved them into the truck, struggling again with a live branch that wouldn't break, but with a little force, I got it in.

Jordan closed the hatch on the toolbox, “Rinse off at home base, there’s an outdoor shower in the back. Nobody showed it to you?”

“Wait, what?” I hitched up my pants, which were sagging so low the root of my front bump from my seven inches was exposed. 

He chuckled, his eyes on my crotch. “Yeah, Pretty Boy. Nobody trying to live in the sweat. Shiiiiit Most of us use it just to keep the grass outta our cars.”

“Fuck, I didn’t know, I also didn’t bring a change of clothes, though,” I shrugged, dusting off my hands after tossing the last bag of clippings into the back.

“Tommy, on the other crew, left his ball clothes in my car last week after we got rained out. They should fit you, if you want.”

I thought about who Tommy was; if I recall correctly, he was on the first crew I worked on with Jordan. He's a little shorter than I am, just a little thicker, but I could make that work, and it could be fun to have a drink with these guys. “Yeah, ok, I’m in. You gotta show me where that shower is, though.”

He chuckled, his eyes quickly traveling up my body again, “No problem. Go help Charlie with the ramps to load the Zero-Turn, and we can all get outta here.”

Back at home base, which is just a massive aluminum garage building where we store the trucks and other equipment at the end of a workday, Jordan showed me the outdoor shower around the back. It was similar to the ones in my high school gym, with exposed pipes and a big fat head at the top. The water was not heated, but that’s ok. 

The idea of an outdoor shower unlocked a new kink for me, but the home base is pretty out of the way, down a road that’s mostly woods, so the “public exposure” is not much of a risk. About a mile before you reach our shop, there is a tractor supply store, a gas station, and then once you pass by our space, there’s a big park. It's an older park with some nature trails and jungle gym equipment, but the main attraction is a large equestrian track where people come with their horses to jump hurdles and other stuff. They also have a few different covered spaces with picnic tables and barbecue grills. They used to light the Fourth of July fireworks there when I was a kid, but now it’s on the other side of town, where they put in a big football stadium for the high school.

The outdoor shower at our home base was originally put in as an emergency chemical wash station, but they put up two pieces of green plastic corrugated roofing as makeshift walls to create a privacy barrier for anyone who wanted to shower fully naked out here. Though the one side was still completely open, it faced the woods, and if you came out the back door of the building, and someone was showering, you’d see their top half above the plastic, so you wouldn’t walk around to the open side until they got dressed.

“Go ahead and rinse off, I’ll grab those clothes for you,” Jordan said and gave me an ‘atta boy’ smack on the ass before walking back into the building.

I stripped down. The cool water on my skin felt so good, but I kept watch at the door for Jordan to come back with the clothes. He snuck up on the open side of the shower, though, and it made me jump. 

“It’s only a tank and shorts, hope you’re okay freeballing,” his deep voice came from behind me.

“Oh shit, you scared me,” I kept my dick facing the wall, my ass facing the open side as I strained my neck to see him over my shoulder. I know in my head I might have hyped up the way he touched my waist earlier, but he definitely bit his lower lip looking at my naked ass while standing there holding the clothes for me. “No problem, just set them on my other clothes, will ya?”

He nodded, setting them on the old plastic barrel that probably housed weed killer or something a decade ago. Then he went back inside the building, not taking his eyes off me as he walked around.

I turned off the water, realizing I didn’t have a towel, and I tried my best to squeegee as much water off my skin before pulling on the gym shorts. They were a little shorter than I would like, coming about two inches above my knee, and probably a size too big around the waist, so I had to tie the strings to keep them from falling down. The tank was a little baggy and boxy, with low-cut sides that allowed my pecs and abs to come into view as I moved. I put my sweaty work clothes in my car and slipped on a pair of sneakers I usually put on after taking off my dirty work shoes.

Jordan came from around the side of the building, a towel draped over his shoulder and his work clothes balled up under his arm, as he walked over to his car, parked on the other side of the parking lot from mine. I couldn’t help but notice how heavy his dick looked in his gym shorts as it swung from side to side as he walked. I hopped into my car when I felt blood rushing to my dick, so I could sit down and hide. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I drove my car over to his to find out the plan.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” he casually said, tossing his clothes in the trunk and hitting his underarms with a body spray before pulling on a shirt.

I smiled, “What’s the plan?”

He pulled out a bottle of lotion and put a line on each arm before tossing it into the back seat and rubbing it all over his arms, and then the excess on his face. “Umm, Tommy is probably already over at the park, his truck is already gone, and his work truck is locked in the shop already. You can ride over with me if you want, or you can head over now,” he closed the back door and opened his driver's side door. Sitting in the car and quickly putting the key in to put the windows down.

Being perpetually low on gas, I happily shut off my car and got into his.

He tugged the hem of the shorts I was wearing, “Those fit, huh?” Then he pulled out onto the road.

“Barely, I had to tie the strings so they didn’t fall off, and I had to tie my dick in a knot so it doesn’t hang out the bottom,” I joked, but also hoped to gauge his reaction to the mention of my dick.

He chuckled and shook his head at me, “Nigga, please.”

We drove passed all the pine trees until we hit the entrance to the park. Technically, the park closes at dark, but this time of year it won’t get dark until about 9 pm, so we can hang out for a while. As we pulled in, there were a couple of trucks and cars tucked into the back of the lot, one of them with the trunk open, playing music. Some of the guys I recognized from previous crews over the summer, but there were a few I didn’t know, so I was feeling a little nervous, but also glad I chose to ride up with Jordan.

We parked, and Jordan showed me the coolers with drinks in the back of Danny’s big ass truck. One cooler had a bunch of beer, the other had sodas, Red Bull, a jug of vodka, and another of bourbon. Before even grabbing a drink for himself, Jordan was called over to a circle of guys that I didn’t know, and left me to pick myself a drink. Feeling awkward about being 19 and not knowing who paid for the drinks, I grabbed a Red Bull and cracked it open.

About half a can later, Jordan came back over to me when he realized I was standing by the truck alone this entire time.

“Hey, pretty boy, what are you drinkin'?” He asked, opening the cooler with beer, then closed it and opened the other.

“Oh,” I held up the can, “it’s just Red Bull,” I shrugged, taking a sip.

“Just Red Bull?” He scrunched up his face. “Nah, you’re here to party,” he dug into the cooler and pulled out the jug of vodka. He grabbed the can from me, dumped vodka into it, and then swirled it around before handing it back to me. “There ya go.”

I took a sip and cringed.

Jordan chuckled, dumping out half a can of Coke and then filling it back up with bourbon. “You like it?”

I took another sip, “It’s pretty nasty,” I chuckled.

He grinned, “I call it motion lotion. You get two of those in a fine ass honey, and she’ll be slidin all over your dick in no time.”

The mental image of sliding down his dick sent blood rushing to my cock, but I shook it outta my head before I passed that point of no return, and my dick deflated quickly.

As the evening started getting to night, Jordan had introduced me to all the guys I didn’t know, then told me embarrassing stories about the guys I already knew, and I sipped through a third “Motion Lotion” before I even realized I was drunk. It was probably when Biggie’s Hypnotize started thumping through the 15” subwoofers in the trunk of that little Honda CRX, and I found myself dancing, which is something I only do in private, but the guys seemed to enjoy it and encouraged it. Not to toot my own horn, but I’m actually pretty good, but I’m too shy to dance in public…usually.

“Damn, Pretty Boy, I didn’t know you had moves like that,” Jordan said when he met back up with me at the cooler.

I dug into the cooler and realized there were no my Red Bulls. “Damn, looks like the Motion Lotion is empty,” I chuckled.

Jordan grinned at me, “I saw you shakin that little ass out there, are you sure you want more?”

I did a little crip walk over to him and then smoothly leaned my ass against the tailgate of the truck. “I’m a big boy, I can handle it,” I shrugged.

He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close, “I believe you can handle it, with your moves, I’ll bet you handle a lot more than you put out there, huh?”

My heart skipped a beat, then seemed to make up time by doubling in pace. He had been dropping incredibly subtle hints all night that he was DL into me, but they were so subtle I had to ignore them just in case it was in my head. This was not subtle at all…I don’t think. I swallowed hard, and before I could speak, he jumped back in.

“I got some in my car. Do you smoke?” He asked.

My heart sank. I’m an idiot for thinking he was into me, but honestly, the relief was kinda refreshing. “Yeah, I could smoke.”

He cracked open a Minute Maid Lemonade, dumped some onto the ground and filled it with bourbon, and passed it to me, then mixed another. “Let’s go, Pretty Boy,” he winked and reached for the strings on my shorts, pulling one quickly to untie the knot. The shorts dropped low on my hips pretty quickly, almost exposing my root, but I caught them with my free hand as he started walking toward his car. I held the shorts up on the one side as I hustled to catch up; the other side was falling off my hip, and my butt cheek was kinda out, but you couldn’t see it with the sun setting.

I hopped into the passenger seat, and he started up the car. I hadn’t realized we were leaving when I got in. “Whoa, where are we going?”

He drove passed the guys and gave them a wave, acknowledging that we were ditching them. “I’m not sharing my shit with them,” he chuckled.

We drove back to home base, and he parked next to my car, backing into the space and turning off the car. He left the radio running and put all the windows down. Then he opened the center console and pulled out a small pipe and a baggie of weed. He packed it real quick and lit up, taking the first hit and then passing it to me.

I’ve been smoking since I was thirteen, so I’m a pro at this point. When mixed with the Motion Lotion, it hit my system a little harder and faster than I expected, and my horniness started ramping up like it always does.

After passing it back and forth a couple of times, my brain started drifting, and my eyes wandered down to the bump in his shorts. I saw it swinging earlier when he came back from the shower, and I tried to block it out, but now…Now I just want to touch it. I felt my dick start to grow in my borrowed shorts.

“Pretty Boy, you lookin' at my dick real hard right now,” Jordan’s voice pulled my attention back to reality.

I felt my heart race. “Oh shit, was I? My bad.”

“It’s cool, I don’t mind. Shit, I was lookin at your ass earlier,” he confessed and took another hit.

I grinned, “When I was on the ladder?”

He puffed out the smoke and passed it to me, “Then too. But when you were shakin' your ass for the boys earlier, I had some thoughts,” he chuckled, shifting in his seat and giving me the look.

I took my hit, trying to let the war between my dick and my last functioning brain cell go in the direction of my brain, and do something smart like smoke the weed and leave. It didn’t work, and my brain latched on to the sex in the air. “You liked my moves?” I gave him a knowing look.

“Nigga, that’s why I brought you away.” His eyes lingered on my lips, and then his smile grew wide. “I can’t have those dudes getting a piece before I get a piece,” he grabbed the growing bulge in his shorts and squeezed it.

My mouth started watering despite my usual cotton mouth from smoking. I swallowed hard, “What makes you think I play that game?”

“Pretty boy, I know a cocksucker when I see one, and you got those dick-suckin lips.” He pulled the front of his shorts and boxers down, and his cock flopped out. It was easily 7” cut and plumping up.

“Shit, dude,” I reached over and started strokin him, a grunt of satisfaction came out of him as soon as I gripped his tool.

“Yeah, that’s a real man's dick right there.” He reached over and started massaging the back of my neck.

I knew what that touch meant. I’ve sucked enough dicks to know when a dude wants me to go down on him. I also know that if I suck Jordan off, he could get it around that I suck dick.

“You’re already strokin me, why don’t you go ahead and put it in your mouth?” He added pressure to the back of my head to pull me down.

I looked up at him, “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Nigga, fuck no,” he pulled me down with a bit more force this time. I let him push my face right into his now stiff 9” of piping hot cock. I rubbed it on my cheek before licking it all over, using my tongue to lube it up and taste that drop of sweet precum on the tip. “Mmmm, that’s it, wrap those pretty lips around it,” he rubbed the back of my head. I opened my mouth and took him in. I don’t have much of a gag reflex, so after a few bobs, I was able to get him wet enough to get him into my throat. “Shit yeah, I knew you’d be good,” he mumbled, leaning his seat back a bit and runnin his right hand down my back, slipping it into my shorts.

“Mmm,” I moaned on his dick as I felt his middle finger go straight for my hole and start wiggling on it.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, fuck, that’s some good throat,” his left hand pushed down on the back of my head as he rocked his hips up to get every millimeter into my mouth. He pulled his hand out of my shorts and pushed the shorts down off my hips, exposing me to the cooling night air. I didn’t skip a beat on his cock, bobbing up and down like a pro. He opened the glove box, and I heard a plastic cap pop open; immediately, I felt the wetness of lube drizzle onto my crack. 

I was a little caught up in the moment when he pulled down my shorts, but when he pushed a lubed-up finger into my ass, I knew he was planning to fuck me. I continued to suck his dick for another minute before that voice in my head started sayin, “Suckin' dick is one thing, but if he fucks you, he’ll tell everyone you’re a fag.” So I pulled off his dick and asked, “Bruh, what are you doin' back there?”

He pushed two fingers into my hole, and I groaned. “Nigga, I’m gonna fuck this pretty boy ass. It’s already open for business. That Motion Lotion hit you hard,” he chuckled.

“Mmm, I don’t know, man, I’m not a fag,” I told him.

“Pretty boy, I don’t care what you are, I need to nut.” He grabbed his wet dick and tapped it on my cheek.

I was too horny to protest, but I needed reassurance. I sat up and looked him in the eyes, “You promise you won’t tell anyone?”

He chuckled, “Nigga, why the fuck would I tell anyone? Get in the back seat and take those clothes off.” He opened his door, the dome light came on, and I realized how dark it had gotten. I sank between the two bucket seats in the front, my body was like a jelly pouring into the back seat. I let the shorts fall the rest of the way off my ass and took them off over my sneakers. Then I quickly pulled the tank off, being fully naked except for my shoes. He came around to the passenger side, opened that door, and climbed in.

The back seat of the car is tight, and neither of us is short, and he’s built, so it felt really tight, really quick. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the driver's seat, then shoved his shorts and boxers down, his dick still rock hard. He leaned forward and pulled the tube of lube out from the front seat, squirting a good amount on his dick and slicking himself up. He grabbed my thigh, “Come sit on it,” his voice needy.

I threw my leg over his lap, my hard dick rubbing against his as I straddled him. I stroked us both for a second. My dick is a proud seven inches, but his makes mine look on the small side as I stroke them together. I started getting nervous again. It’s been a few months since I last let a dude fuck me in the ass, and that dude wasn’t nearly as big as Jordan.

Jordan’s lubed fingers found my hole again, two pushing right into me. “Ahh, shit,” I groaned.

“Damn, that’s tight. Am I your first?” He asked with concern.

I shook my head no, “It’s been a while,” I told him.

He smiled, “I’ll be gentle, Pretty Boy, just slide this pretty little ass on my dick,” he grabbed my hips, lifting me as he slid his hips under my ass, his cock slipping under my balls and ran right down the cleft of my ass. He reached around, grabbed his dick, and started tapping the well-lubed tip on my hole.

“Wait, don’t you have a condom?” I asked.

“For what?” He asked.

“Bruh,” I gave him that ‘don’t fuck around’ look.

“Nigga, I ain’t got nothin, and you ain’t getting pregnant,” he looked annoyed and insulted.

“I don’t fuck around without one,” I insisted and started to get up off of him.

“Come on nigga, don’t be a little cock tease, you know you can trust me,” he grabbed my hips and pulled me back into his lap, his hard cock running up my crack over my hole.

I put my hands on his big shoulders to brace myself, “Mnnph, bruh, I want to, but we can’t do that without one.”

“Fuck, you’re for real?” He threw his head back and groaned.

“Yeah, man, I’m drunk…not stupid,” I giggled.

He clapped his hands on my ass cheeks, “Fuck, hop up and let me see if I got one.”

I got off his lap and sat back on the seat, trying to keep the lubed part of my ass from touching the fabric. He leaned over the front seat and dug in the glove box, coming back with a magnum. “You’re in luck, Pretty Boy.” He held up the shiny gold package.

I got excited, feeling the spins from the drinks, and having been naked with him for a few minutes, I lost the nervousness, and it was replaced with only horniness. “Fuck yeah,” I grinned.

“I don’t like wearing these things; they always kill the mood, and I can’t keep hard,” he complained, tearing open the wrapper.

I got back on his lap as he rolled the latex down his shaft and started to lube up. I rocked my ass on his thick thighs as the anticipation started getting to me. I slowly stroked my dick, waiting for him to put away the lube. He popped the cap closed and grabbed my ass with both hands, lifting me onto him. I rocked my hips back and forth on his lubed cock as he massaged my glutes with his hands. I put my left hand on his shoulder and reached back with my right hand to grab his cock and aim it at my hole. I took a deep breath and let the head pop into my hole as Jordan held my hips and helped me lower onto him.

“Mmm fuck yeah, that’s it, Pretty Boy,” Jordan whispered as I struggled to take the first few inches.

“Ahh, fuck,” I groaned and tried to hold myself up from being impaled. 

Jordan wanted more and adjusted the position of his hands from my ass to my waist and started pushing me down. 

“Fuck…ngh, nigga, ahhh,” I groaned as I felt all nine inches slide into my guts and my balls rest on his wiry pubes.

“OH shit that’s tight,” he mumbled and rocked his hips.

“Ungh, wait, fuck,” I put my hand on his thigh and tried to pull myself up a little. He kept his hands on my waist and rocked up, his tip punching deep into my guts.

“Ok, ok, just breathe, Pretty Boy,” he held himself deep inside me.

I’ve only taken a half dozen dicks in my ass; this one is by far the biggest and thickest. I breathed deep and tried to adjust. He gave me a minute before he started getting impatient and rocked his hips up and down. “Ungh, mmmm,” I groaned. He rocked his hips again, and I felt the pangs of needing more time to adjust, but when he rocked again, I knew I wasn’t getting that. I leaned back further, both of my hands on his thighs as I tried to rock my hips with him and groaned from the small bits of pleasure trying to kill the pain.

He pumped into me and I put my heels on both sides of his hips, spreading my legs wide and arching my ass down as he thrust up, his cock hit my prostate and that was it. “Mmmm, yeah,” I moaned. That switch flipped inside me, the pain mostly gone, and each new thrust felt better and better.

“Mmm, shit, Pretty Boy, I knew you could take dick, but I didn’t know you’d like it this much.” He grabbed my hips and swung us around, putting me on my back so my head landed against the door. He spread my legs wide and leaned in for a kiss. I was shocked by the kiss but accepted it, parting my lips for his tongue as his cock pulled out and pushed into my hole to the hilt. I moaned into his mouth, feeling my body become his cock sleeve with each new thrust.

“Fuck that feels good,” I mumbled when he hit deep inside me. I put my left leg up on the headrest of the front passenger seat, and he thrust deep again. I grabbed my dick and started pounding on it, trying to rock my hips up to get more of Jordan’s cock, “Mmm, yeah, that’s so fuckin’ good,” I mumbled, bringing myself closer to busting. He gave me one more thrust and pulled out.

Jordan huffed, “Fuck, man, I gotta take this off,” he looked down at his dick. “I’m not gonna bust with it on.”

I was panting, legs spread, needing him to finish fucking a load outta me. “Bruh, come on, I’m so close,” I whined, overcome with sexual frustration as I slowly stroked my dick.

“I’m not,” he leaned over me, looking a little annoyed, his weight pushing the seat down where his hands held his torso above mine. He rocked his hips, and his softening cock brushed against my balls. “I can barely stay hard,” his breath smelled like bourbon as he leaned down and kissed me, pulling a moan from deep inside me. “Come on, Pretty Boy,” he sat up as tall as he could until he had to hunch so his neck didn’t break on the ceiling. 

“I don’t know,” I breathed as I watched him slowly pull the condom off his dick. “We really shouldn’t,” I watched as he stroked himself back to rock hard, shifting so it wiggled on my hungry hole, the head practically inside as he hardened back up. “Mmmm, maybe…just a little,” I groaned, and he nudged a few inches into me. “Oh fuck,” I felt full again, his slick cock slid so easily into me. He held himself over me and made some micro thrusts, holding half of his cock in my hole, teasing my brain with each brush of my prostate. “Mmm, fuck, ok…just don’t nut in me, man.” He grinned and sank the rest of his cock into me. “Mmmmmm, fuuuuck,” I groaned. It felt so good, my ass clamped down on his shaft as he started pulling back out. The slickness of his bare cock had me on fire. “Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned as I stroked myself closer to orgasm.

“Yeah, nigga, like silk on my dick,” he leaned in and kissed me, thrusting balls deep and getting another moan out of me. “Now I can really feel you, Pretty Boy, fuckin feels good too,” he huffed, punctuating each word with a new thrust.

It felt so good, I went right to the edge. “I’m getting close,” I warned him, circling my hips on his invading cock as I pumped mine.

“Yeah, nigga, get that nut,” he started hunching up into me, making sure to pull out until the tip almost fell out and then thrusting all nine inches into my guts.

“F-ck, I’m gonna nut,” I whimpered and pumped, flexing my stretched legs around him as my balls tightened and the first squirt of my load shot up my abs, the second landing in the middle, and then the rest pooling over my fist onto my tight lower abdomen as he continued to piston short deep thrusts.

“Shit, I’m gettin close,” he warned, thrusting into me still as my orgasm ran dry. I tried to enjoy it, but it quickly became too much, and I started hissing and groaning with each thrust. “I’m real close, you want my nut?”

“Ahhh, fuck, ngh,” I groaned as I struggled to take him, my cum dripping down my sides off my abs.

“Yeah, you want it?” He pumped a few more thrusts. “Mmmm, you gettin’ this nut,” he said, slamming his dick into me, and it started throbbing inside as he grunted. “Ungh, fuck yeah…ahhh, shit,” his torso trembled as I felt his cock twitching as he painted my guts with his nut. The heat of his load was like lava inside me, but the micro thrusting as he continued to unload was suddenly so silky it made me tremble in pleasure as his orgasm became mine.

“Mmmm….fuck,” I panted and flexed my ass around his cock.

“Shit, Pretty Boy,” he sat up straight. “Your ass was exactly what I needed,” he huffed with a huge grin on his face as he slowly pulled his deflating cock outta my ass. He sat back against the seat properly and caught his breath.

“Fuck,” I groaned, looking down at my cum soaked abs and sticky dick. The realization that Jordan just nut in me started sinking in, and I clamped my ass to keep it from leaking onto his car seat. “You got something I can clean up with?”

He looked over at me and chuckled. “Yeah, give me a sec,” he got out of the car completely naked, leaving the door open and letting air flow through the car as he popped open the trunk and started digging around. The cool breeze hitting the wet jizz on my body, including my ass hole made me feel like a dirty slut. He came over to the door I was leaning against and opened it. “Here, use this,” he handed me the sweat-coated t-shirt he was working in earlier today.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, sitting up and getting out of the car. I did my best to clean the cum off my abs, and when he reached into the car to grab his shorts, I used the shirt to wipe the cum off my ass. I tried to hand him the shirt back, but he scrunched his face up.

“You can wash that and get it back to me.”

“For sure, yeah,” I said, tossing it into the open back window of my car. Then I stumbled trying to find the shorts I was wearing and felt a smack on my ass.

Jordan was palming my ass and giving my right cheek a wiggle. “Damn, Malcolm, your ass was really tight. You gonna let me in there next time we work together?”

I grabbed the shorts and stood back up out in the cold air, grinning at him as I stumbled to put the shorts back on. “Bruh, that was probably a one-time thing. I don’t usually do this.” I tried to regain my ‘straight boy’ composure, which wasn’t easy since we both knew his nut was deep in my guts right now.

“Aight, that’s cool,” he said, pulling his dry shirt back on.

I leaned against my car and crossed my arms over my bare chest, still sweaty from the pounding I just took.

“You good to drive home?” He asked.

“Phsh, of course,” I shrugged.

“Aight,” he sat in the driver's seat of his car and turned it on. The lights switched on and lit up the parking lot and us. I could see in his face that he was feeling a little shame for what we just did. “I’ll catch you later, then.”

“Yeah, for sure,” I said, opening my car door.

He turned up his radio and put the car in gear, driving off slowly.

I sat in my car, feeling my sore ass hole wanting to leak Jordan's cum into my seat, but I clenched harder. “Fuck, that was stupid,” I mumbled to myself and hit the steering wheel. Then I started the car and drove home, which was equally stupid because I was way too fucked up, but I didn’t live far, thankfully.

The really difficult thing was when I got home, and it was only 11:00 pm, and my parents were still up. I had to pretend like I wasn’t fucked up, and didn’t have another dudes cum in my clenched ass while they asked me how my day went and shit. After their interrogation, I went to my room and passed out.