The Cocksucker 3

As it turned out, big Stack wasn't the cruel blackmailer he seemed to be. He liked to show off his dominance but, once he had staked his claim over Khyree and I, he was much less harsh in his fucking. It probably helped that he mostly fucked us separately -- with no one to show off to, he didn't mind taking it slow and gentle.

He finished games too amped up to hang out in the locker room, so Big Stack mostly came to me at night, at my apartment. I was his late night booty call. I probably should have been ashamed of myself, but I had always wanted some straight musclegod to come drunkenly begging at my door.

One night he came with a friend. I grew nervous when I opened the door and saw him there. He was just as tall as Big Stack, maybe a little heavier and not technically as muscular, but with a rough, violent swagger that made him seem stronger despite the small belly and the sag to his frame. He was covered in cholo tattoos with the amateur look of a jailhouse artist.

"Hey," Big Stack said, pushing his way inside. "This is El Oso. He just got out the pen. He need a little loving too. I told him you'd be happy to oblige."
El Oso stepped into the threshold and faced me. His thuggish frame was imposing, the power radiating off him made me shiver in my bathrobe. He smiled and grabbed my ass. "I been locked up so long, esse," he said, "And you feel just right to me. We ain't have homosexuals like you in Brutewood. Yo' skin is so soft, come here." He wrapped his arms around my neck.

Big Stack wrinkled his nose. "You ain't say you was gonna kiss on a black guy."
Oso pushed him away, leaned down and planted his thick lips right on mine. Our tongues mingled and I lost myself in his great bearhug. I couldn't believe someone like this was not just allowing me to be with him, but was even kissing me as though he cared.
We collapsed to the ground. El Oso growled, "I been in solitary, black guy. I ain't barely touched no one in a long time. I know females gonna be too scared of me, at least, the kinda females who could touch me like you do."

His skin quivered as though sensitive to my every touch. I pulled down his pants and grabbed hold of the thick orbs of his ass with both hands. He moaned and nibbled on my ear.
"I can't touch yo' dick, esse, cuz I don't believe in that, but I wanna taste you," he said. His tongue traveled down my cheek. It was my turn to quiver with anticipation.

He mounted my chest and pulled his boxers down, revealing what might have been the largest cock I had ever seen. It was at least a foot long and so thick I wasn't sure I could even get the whole head in my mouth.
"I know it's too big to suck," he said, "Just get it wet. Make me feel like you care."

I really liked El Oso, not just because he was hot and had a cock that tasted like essence of manhood with a spicy latin flair. He seemed genuinely kind and eager to have some positive contact. It was like deflowering a virgin, but a jaded, middle-aged world-weary one with a fantastic body.

His dick started leaking precum the moment my tongue hit it. "You must have been horny," I said, then licked his cockhead and watched him squirm.
"I ain't been touched 'cept to hit me or put handcuffs on me in a long time," he said.

His hips bucked and gyrated in front of me. Cum spurted from his dick and filled my throat. He spoke in rapid Spanish, held my head in place and fucked my gullet until the cum spilled out the side of my lips.
"Thank you, baby," he said. He kissed me on the forehead. "You gonna make me something to eat or what?"
I blushed and stood. "What do you want, papi? Grilled cheese?"

"Hell yeah, bitch," he said, his eyes lighting up. He wiped the beads of sweat of his face with one large hand, then followed me into the kitchen.
Big Stack was there eating a sandwich. He was very drunk, half-conscious and bleary-eyed. It looked like he had forgotten there was a sandwich in his hand until I walked in and snapped him out of his stupor.

I got out bread and cheese, while Oso came into the kitchen and sat down. There was something satisfyingly domestic about cooking my men some food late night, while servicing them sexually. I felt like a caveman's concubine.
There was a loud, angry knock at the door. I ran to it, Oso and Big Stack close behind. Oso was suddenly very guarded, his prison instincts turning on. The door opened and Khyree burst through.

He saw me and growled. "Where is Big Stack? I'm putting a stop to this. I ain't know he was comin' here at night and hurtin' you. Don't try to protect me, Gary. I seen his car outside-" Khyree stopped when he saw Oso and Big Stack. He seemed to have already met Oso, but they only nodded in recognition of each other.
"You still fucking pissed...?" Big Stack chuckled dryly.
"About you blackmailing us? Of course," Khyree said.

Big Stack laughed. "I was fucking pulling yo' chain, Khyree," he said, as though it should have been obvious. "I would never hurt the team, black guy. The Bucks is my life."
"But you said..."

"I just wanted a blowjob, black guy," Big Stack said. He reached out and hugged Khyree. "That's how I am when my balls get full. You can still suck me off for fun though. I do like fucking yo' throat, and I think my boy wants Gary's ass."
Oso slapped my asscheeks. He took a bite off the grilled cheese he had finished cooking before coming out to the hall to meet us. "That's right, motherfucker," he said.
I leaned up against the wall and stuck my ass out for Oso, who finished off his grilled cheese in a few quick bites, then rubbed me down with his greasy fingers.

He rammed his dick in, and it hurt at first, but as his fingers tickled my nipples and his tongue lapped at my neck, a familiar pleasure began to bloom. "I'm sorry, baby, I'll be more gentle. I forgot I ain't locked up no more."
The sounds of Khyree sucking Big Stack's cock emanated from behind me, but I was facing the wall, my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the intensity of Oso's huge cock inside me. He pushed deeper and deeper, holding his breath and muttering in Spanish with every thrust.

His cum was thick, even though he had just cum a few minutes before, and it was plentiful. It filled me up with deep, penetrating warmth.

We both collapsed to the floor of my hallway together, and he wrapped his drunk arms and legs around me.
"Thanks, esse," he said.

I snuggled up in his arms and kissed his thumb. I didn't need to say any words, so I just cuddled with him until we both fell asleep.