reaching behind him, he felt me up, “He fo’ damn sho’ hot. Should feel this shit. You didn’t tell me Jordon was this cute. Now I see how come you was always talkin’ ‘bout him. Damn, baby, look at them lips and that smooth chocolate skin. Shit, if you’da got a piece of this, I wouldn’ta blamed you. How you did it? How you had him in yo’ office all them times…. damn, he got a big dick too…. You seen it?”

He kept talking until we both shut up. Have to give it to homey, he was smooth. He’d taken my dick out and I didn’t even have time to protest. He was rubbing that big ass of his all up on it, had me leaking up side it.

“Watch,” He says, all quiet like, then that nigga just backed up on my shit. His shit was tight and for a second, I thought my dick was goin’ to snap off. LeMar’s standing there, mouth dropped open, watching.

Darrell had to stop and grab some lube, then he went to sliding up my dick again. He does a little shriek when my shit first popped in, busting his cherry. LeMar’s eyes bucked and his pants had a big ass mountain in them.

“Shit, he big,” Darrell says, still pushing back. “Feel good, baby. He ‘bout to… split.. Oh!…”

His mouth gapped open, LeMar wandered across the room, a big assed tent in his pants. He got around behind Darrell and that was it, that nigga just ‘bout nutted right then, I could tell.

“Fuck that shit,” he moaned, touching my dick. I hadn’t even got half of it in but Darrell was sitting on a lot already. Damn, his shit was tight!

And good!! He started stroking that shit, bending some so he could get more up his ass.

“Fuck his shit, Jordon,” LeMar groaned, pulling his shirt off. He didn’t need to tell me twice. I grabbed homey’s big bottom and just sunk that shit. He yelled and moaned, trying to pull off it, but I held his ass on it. LeMar was bare butt naked now, his dick all hard. Homey wasn’t doing too bad himself, all that pipe he had.

Between the two of us, we got me out my clothes then we worked Darrell over to the couch. LeMar sat on the back of it, pulling Darrell’s mouth down on his shit, while I stood behind him, digging for gold. Seemed like Darrell might’ve bitten off more than he could chew because he kept hollering and shit.

“Good?” LeMar says, holding Darrell by the back of the head, all his inches down homey’s throat. All I could do was grunt on the downstroke, ‘cause homey had some good ass, on da real.

“Tight, huh?” LeMar says.

“Yeah,” I moaned, putting another corkscrew on my boy. I was trying to break my shit off in his ass, freaky assed mutha fucka. He was wiggling, and bucking up and down, trying to find a little relief but couldn’t.

“Wait,” LeMar says, standing up. “Let’s go in the room, I got a mirror.” I was down for whatever, long as I could get that ass, so I pulled out and we dragged him to the room.

“LeMar, hol’ up,” He was saying. “His dick too big… com’on baby…. I’ll suck both y’all off, ok? LeMar? LeMar!”

LeMar said he wanted to see homey’s ass in