My Reggie Receptacle Belongs to Colby Now

For those that read my story, "A Reason to Love Detroit," this is the follow-up that I promised. I hope it doesn't disappoint anyone.

As I left Reggie's that day after he had made love to me, I walked home hating to wait until Friday as he had said to give him a call. Later, as I lie in my bed on my back, I fondled myself until I was erect again. I was just as horny now, thinking about his black cock stretching my boy pussy as I was before he entered me, filling me with his thick, hard cock.

 still had his semen deep inside of me. I didn't ever want to evacuate it. He referred to my ass as his "reggie receptacle." I played with the tiny rim of my soft boy cunt and pushed some of his cream out. Catching it in my fingers, I used it as a lube as I stroked my cock while I lie naked on my bed. As the semen dried, I pushed more out onto my fingers. It was thick and white. I tasted it and my cock throbbed. I wrapped my hands around my cock once again and spread his cream over my shaft, and a moment later, I spewed forth my second load in less than an hour.

When Friday finally came, I called Reggie and woke him up at 2:00 in the afternoon just as he had asked. He seemed a little distant and disinterested. I had been afraid of that. I had fallen head over heels in love with him and after he had fucked me once, he sounded as though I were nothing more than his personal alarm clock. I waited for him to invite me down to his house just a few blocks from my own, but he didn't. I almost asked if I could come down, but I knew that if he wanted me, he would ask.

I moped about, half teary-eyed. I couldn't hate him. I wasn't even sorry that I had given myself to him. I tried to think of the pain that his nine inches of cock had caused me when he first pushed it into me, but instead, all I could think about was how good it finally felt once he let me get used to its size. I thought about the moment that he grunted loudly and told me that he was going to seed his "reggie receptacle." I was too frustrated to get a hardon, but I wanted more.

Thankfully, Reggie called me nearly forty minutes after I had woke him up. I answered the phone breathlessly. "Hey little man, I've had my coffee and shower. I need you to come down and take care of your "reggie-meat."

It was crazy that he called his cock reggie-meat and my ass his reggie-receptacle, but somehow, I took it to mean that we really belonged together. I hurried around, used a Fleet to give myself a deep cleaning, put on my favorite see-through bikini underwear, a pair of tight shorts and a clean undershirt. I practically ran the three blocks to his house and found him sitting on his porch waiting for me.

I wanted to go inside immediately and get into his bed and so that I could suck his pretty black cock, but instead, he offered me lemonade as he sat and drank his iced tea. When I accepted, he told me to go in and pour myself a glass. "Make yourself at home, Bobby," he had said.

He commented on my tight shorts, telling me that they the black faux leather looked great against my tanned legs. He was wearing the same gold and black silk robe that he had worn the first time but it was tied at the waist and didn't expose his equipment as he had done before.

When he finally did invite me inside, he stood as I walked ahead of him into the house. "I need some pussy baby," Reggie said as he stepped inside.

I turned and he pulled me close but didn't kiss me. "Get outta them shorts and get your lips around my cock," he whispered softly with his mouth close to my left ear. My cock was already hard from sitting on the porch, watching him, knowing what lie beneath his silk robe.

He moved ahead of me, leading the way to his bedroom. I pulled my undershirt over my head as I walked and when we stepped inside his room, he slipped out of his robe and fell heavily upon the bed and spread his legs apart, offering himself to me as though he were a gift. His cock was semi-erect and I hurried to remove my sandals and my shorts. He told me to leave my purple biniki underwear on. "You look sexy in those. I'll think about your pretty white cheeks while you're sucking on your reggie-meat," he said.

I wasted no time taking his black cock into my mouth and sucking it with enthusiasm. I was grateful that he didn't seem to be in a hurry. He let me lick his balls and kiss his inner thighs each time that I felt that my jaws needed a rest. His cock was hard to handle, but I loved it. Later, he rolled over on his stomach and said, "Eat some reggie-ass, baby. You'll like it," he said chuckling.

I hadn't ever eaten anyone's ass before. When I still lived on the farm, my neighbor had rimmed me and licked my boy pussy a few times before he entered me, but it had been a rare event. He had never suggested that I lick his ass. I remembered that it had felt good when he had done it so when Reggie told me to do it for him, I was elated, knowing it would feel good and make him even more anxious to bury his meat inside of me.

Although he had taken a shower, there was still a light odor as I buried my face between his meaty, black cheeks. I didn't let it bother me as I ran my tongue in circles around his tiny wrinkled hole. Unlike mine, he had some wiry hairs on his cheeks and around his anus. They felt funny against my tongue, but I knew from the little soft sounds escaping from his lips that he liked what I was doing.

I didn't rim him long before he rolled back onto his back and told me suck his cock some more. By now, it was oozing clear pre-cum and I took it in my mouth and savored its delicate flavor.

I ended up sucking him to completion that day. I wasn't disappointed at all when he filled my mouth with his man load, but shortly thereafter, as I lay in his arms, I regretted that he hadn't dumped his load in his "reggie-receptacle." I grasped my cock in my hand and asked if he cared if I jacked off. He told me not to cum yet because he would fuck me later and I could cum then.

A short time later, I sucked his cock some more and when it was fully erect, he told me to take off my bikini and sit on his cock with my back to him. It was a new position for me and while his cock felt great inside of me, I would have preferred to face him. I listened as he grunted and I knew he liked watching me ride up and down on his cock, so it excited me too.

Reggie fucked me long and hard that second time. Even though I didn't feel nearly as much pain as I did the first time, he made me scream out in pain once when he pushed himself all the way into me, slamming his groing against my small buttocks. The first time, he hadn't pushed himself in all the way until after he had cum and his cock had begun to soften. Now, fully erect, his huge mushroom head felt like it was going to tear my guts out.

Reggie didn't apologize for the pain he caused me as he had the first time. Once, while he had me on my side as he moved behind me, he whispered into my ear and said, "You'll get used to it baby. It won't always hurt like this."

It was comforting to know that he planned to fuck me another time and I drew some comfort from that and the pain eased. By the time Reggie announced that he was going fill my "reggie-receptacle," he had moved me no less than a dozen times from one position to the next. His final position was to have me stand on the floor at the corner of the bed. I leaned over and placed one leg up on the bed, giving him full access to my boy pussy. When he moved behind me, my own cock was rubbing against the sheet of his unmade bed and he brought me to ejaculation. "OH GOD REGGIE, I'M GONNA CUM. OH GOD REGGIE FUCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!" I yelled out as my cock exploded beneath me.

Reggie kept thrusting into me as I ejaculated and said nothing. His breathing was heavy so I assumed that he would ejaculate soon, but to my surprise, it took at least five more minutes before he spewed forth his load into me. He didn't announce that he was cumming or say that he was close, but I knew from the way his body stiffened up behind me and he pushed himself against me so hard that he was releasing his load inside of me.

While he was still cumming, he fell on top of me heavily. His breathing was heavy. Neither of us spoke and he lay there so long, I wondered if he hadn't gone back to sleep with his cock still inside of me. Finally, when he did move away he said, "You're Reggie's bitch now."

I thought it an odd thing to say, but I felt so good. He had brought me to ejaculation and a few minutes later, he had seeded me with his load. I didn't care what he called me. I loved him more now than I did before.

Reggie lifted himself off of me and lay on his back. "Suck on my cock and get it nice and clean for me, Bobby. I like that. Its something you should always do for Reggie," he said.

I had no objections at all to sucking on his cock and tasting his warm man-juices. I licked until he finally told me to go into the kitchen and fix him some eggs and toast. "I want four eggs basted soft on wheat toast. Pepper, no salt," he stated.

I loved the fact that he wanted me to do more than just let him fuck me. I felt like we were really a couple as I slipped my bikini back on and cooked his eggs and toast. He arrived in the kitchen with his robe on just as I was putting his food on a plate.

He ate without saying anything to me while I sat across from him and watched him. I couldn't believe this handsome man had chosen me to be his lover.

When he finished, he went into the bedroom to get dressed while I did the dishes. When I finished, I went into his living room where he sat quietly. The television was on, but it was muted as he motioned for me to sit down next to him. Still in my bikini's, I did as he asked and it was then that he finally kissed me hard on the mouth.

It was a wonderful kiss, one I will never forget. He pulled my small frame onto his lap and leaned me back and kissed me again. When he spoke he said, "Bobby, I need a big favor from you."

"Sure, anything," I said.

"I have a very famous friend that needs a cute guy like you to take care of him a little later today. He's much too famous to just go out and pick up a guy, so sometimes he asks me to help him out in that area. I hope you'll do this for me. It would mean alot," Reggie said.

I was shocked, but tried to act as though it were somehow a reasonable request. I didn't know what to say until finally I stammered, "Uh...who is this guy? Would I know him?" I asked.

"You might know him. He's a pro basketball player and if you follow basketball, you know him. If you're a Detroit fan, there's no way you don't know him," Reggie said holding me close, his face close to mine.

"I'm not really into tall guys, Reggie. I'm only five foot four. I like guys your size, Reggie. Most basketball players are really tall," I muttered.

"Well, I really don't see what difference that makes. You're not doing this for you! You're doing it for me! And if you're doing it for me, it should make you feel good," Reggie said sternly. He looked angry.