Flip-Fuck

It was the year that sexual healing sashayed into my life. You see, I had been living with straight room-mates who bragged about their sexual pursuits 24/7. It was even worse when they wanted to share lurid details with me (which always seemed really creepy to me) and I had heard enough anecdotes about wet pussies and taut boobs. They knew I was gay and yet, it almost seemed like they wanted to un-gay me with their stories. All these years later I still remember how they used to sit around and watch nonstop sessions of straight porn (another creepy thing which I never quite understood) and broke into solidarity grunts every time the actress shrieked as she came (to me, it seemed like she was having an epileptic fit, not sexy, nope). In spite of enjoying some tiniest flashes of vicarious pleasure (especially when the guy stroked his balls and mouthed obscenities with his lips half opened and half closed, you know, that raw sexuality that oozes when a man with lusty, thirsty lips thrusts his loins forward and gives you the "I am going to fuck you real hard" look), I was fed-up with straight porn and all the "bro" talk.

So I had finally made plans to visit the local video store (I know, I am dating myself, right!) and no, it was not some kind of sleazy joint. We are talking of a brand new store that stocked straight and gay adult videos in a discrete and secluded corner of the establishment. I was no stranger to this place and had been there on several occasions to check out their extensive music and foreign movie videos (cause you know, those are the ones where men showed their ass). But I had never dared to venture into the adult section. Coming from a small town, I suffered from "someone is going to spot you" syndrome. Sure I had flung desperate quick glances at some of the juicy titles, but had never quite been able to muster enough courage. In my imagination, I had rejoiced with images of warm sweaty bodies, Black, White, Asian, some hairy, others smooth, and some sinewy; in my visions, naked men had frolicked on top of each other, exchanging passionate dialogues and drenching each other with generous globs of cum.

Before I had left for the store, I had shaved my ass, relished the sight of my smooth dark brown pucker in the bathroom mirror, and fingered the hole just a bit so I could take the tingling feeling with me. To make things a bit more interesting, I had inserted a small butt plug in my freshly shaved hole and left it there to stretch my twat over the next couple of hours (I was in a very slutty mood). Then, I had put on a jockstrap, a pair of tight fitted jeans and some old tank top, before heading out to the store. Once I was inside the store, I averted any eye contact and simply hustled to the back of the store towards the adult section. My cock was instantly resuscitated from its soft dormant state, a thrill ran up and down my taint, making my ass clench fast. The titles were mostly cheesy, but the title covers were gorgeous! And, best of all, I could rent one. I was anxious to browse through this bawdy Promised Land when I spotted another guy who just walked in a couple of minutes after me. At first I tried to ignore him, but soon I became curious. He was very well put together, but what stood out was his lanky figure draped in skinny jeans and the contrast between his slim waist and his broad shoulders. My curiosity fueled my naughty feelings and I tried to get a better look at him. After several attempts of sneaking up on him, I was suddenly face to face with a handsome Somalian guy. His features were delicate and yet masculine; his eyes pierced through me and he asked me in a low husky voice, "Is this your first time?" Sensing the subtle voluptuousness in his voice, my throat went dry, a slow heat simmered through my inner thighs, spreading like a wildfire up and down my taint; the flames of horniness lapped at my taut pucker; my cock throbbed and the fleshy head seeped pre-cum drops.

"Well, err...no, not really, but I come here rarely" I faked a sudden onslaught of a nasty cough and tried to cover up my embarrassment. In reality, if he'd taken me right then and there, I would have flung my legs up in the air wantonly and urged him to nail me deep. Yes, I could imagine him mounting my bubble butt, yes aha that would be quite all right with me. He smiled; it was a kind smile that washed over me and tugged at my soul. He ran his fingers slowly along the thing edges of his mouth, his upper lip slightly seemed slightly wet, while he kept staring at me. At one point I caught his roving eyes measuring me up and down, trying to take a peek at my buns. "Have you seen this one?" he pointed to a video on the shelf. "Good scenes of flip-fucking. You can never tell who will be nailed first, and they both take turns. Not a lot of crappy porn music and great verbal grunts. Great close up shots of juicy rimming, believable spanking, hot doggy style fucking ending with shots of creamy goodness all over." I gasped and couldn't believe how he rattled off the details like some objective porn reviewer; he had no idea how this heightened my lust, not to mention the uncomfortable tugging of my butt plug that was now wiggling inside my horny hole as it winked in and out on the plug.

I could feel my pits getting sweaty, my inner thighs were radiating hotness that made me want to take off all my clothes. With my cock tightening in my jockstrap and my asshole pulsating, I was afraid my shameless desire would manifest itself in some indecent way. He grinned at me, his dark grey eyes glowing with affection: We could watch it together if you want to. I don't live too far from here." My first boyfriend had been Somalian, so I was well aware of how delectable this offer sounded. He grabbed the video and motioned me to follow him. I felt a bit muddled, cursing myself for having slutty thoughts that ravaged my imagination. It had been a while since I had hooked up with anyone and I was unquestionably ready for some action. The last time I had been with someone was a month ago in a cheap Motel 8 with a married man who had slow fucked me in every possible position. But he was nowhere nearly as hot as this guy. As I followed him, I could not help but grin at him, deliberately rubbing my upper lip as lecherously as I could.

Waiting at the checkout line was torturous; we meandered through the queue, me fidgeting and adjusting my cock and butt plug (which felt like it could slip out of my horny hole any moment) while he maintained a stoic face. We finally left the store and he signaled me towards his white pickup truck. Sunset streamed through the windows as we listened to Somalian pop music, lilting disco notes blasting from electronic synthesizers. His right hand fingers approached my legs and stroked my thighs. Slender fingers grazed dangerously close to my smooth balls, making them twitch which in turn made my asshole wink. Riding the butt plug was getting precarious. After spending about 30 minutes on the freeway, we arrived at his place, driving through a lonesome country road, surrounded by dense wooded areas. Does anyone even live here! What if he turned out to be a serial killer! What if he had hatched some malevolent plan of keeping me a prisoner in his dungeon (oh, that might be an adventure!)! Maybe he will tie me up and teach me a lesson. It was a strange feeling, imagining myself being at his mercy. It was no secret that I loved role play, but this was unraveling so rapidly that I didn't have time to process it all; just an overwhelming feeling of thrill mixed with panic. As he drove up the quaint driveway to his place I felt the base of the butt plug gently slip out of my wet stretched out twat. I was frozen with embarrassment; I couldn't explain what had happened and he looked amused watching my facial expression. "Is something wrong? Do you need to use the bathroom?" How did he know! I nodded my head with a feeble smile and pleaded him to show me the restroom.

I made a mad dash for the restroom and locked the door behind me; I undressed and pulled out the rest of the butt plug; I looked into the huge bathroom mirror and assumed a slutty doggy position to inspect my asshole. I closed my eyes and slapped my moist hole thinking that it would be soon filled up with a dark warm stiffness. My fingers gently played with the smooth tan edges of my horny pussy-hole. I wished that soon he would be all over me and his cock would pound my ass, surely! Surely! I thought it would be best to do a thorough douche. Since I always carried my douche kit in my backpack, this was not an issue. It was easy to fill up the douche applicator with lukewarm water and then insert it--as I kneeled down, pushing my ass cheeks up--and slowly squeezed in the water inside my ass. I repeated the process and made sure I was squeaky clean. By the end of the douching process, my wicked horny twat was aching for some thick cock. Watching my silky pouty pucker lips in the mirror made me even more horny and I was imagining all kinds of nasty verbal talk that he would engage in when he banged me hard.

I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and slutty at the same time. Refreshed because I was all clean now and slutty because I knew I was desperate to ride his shaft and bounce on it like a horny bitch. Yes, I need him to make me his bitch, spank my ass cheeks, make me worship his cock, make me take his cock deep; I need him to squirt his seed on me, in me, all over me, I need him to make the messiest of mess. He was sitting in the middle of the darkened living room and in the dim light I could see my Somalian hunk, waiting for me, as he sipped some wine. He was partially undressed down to his boxer briefs. I got goose bumps imagining how the evening would unfold. "Would you care for some wine?" he asked. "Yes please" I could barely whisper. I watched him intensely as he poured me a glass of Riesling. We talked a bit, he entertained me with his travel stories, anecdotes about his ex-wife, fed me some sweet seedless grapes, dipped his slender finger in sticky honey and made me lick it off leisurely and then he rubbed my big brown nips, twisting my rock hard nips, one at a time.

We drifted into silent moments, enveloped in the warmth of cuddles, basking in the sensual nibbles on neck and earlobes, and then he whispered, "I think we should flip fuck each other." His words caught me off guard and I was not sure if I heard him right. "Really?" was all I could muster for a reaction. It was such a shock because I had simply assumed that as a straight acting Somalian man, he would only want to top and not vice versa. Now I absolutely relished submitting to a top so he could have his way with me, but for some reason, his proposal turned me on. My eyes were taking in every bit of the delectable Somalian hunk; my smallish hands wanted to caress his pitch black radiant skin, my lips wanted to kiss his thin tan lips. We were both naked now, I was sitting on his lap, my smooth brown legs wrapped around his solid coal black legs. I rubbed his navel gently and leaned closer to him to kiss him. My tongue delineated a delicate wet kiss all long his upper and lower lip. He grabbed my hair firmly and I responded with a wicked deep tongued kiss. The steamy kiss gave me a colossal erection that bobbed back and forth against my belly. I could feel the warmth emanating from his shaft as he slid his hands under my balls and gently cupped them. He fondled my smooth balls, he massaged my shaved pubes as I spread my legs wider, wishing he would lift me up and ravish me. "Bend over, kneel down against the couch, rest your elbows on the pillows, perk up that tight booty," words echoed in my ears, words of dominance, words that made me want to wiggle my ass for him like a bitch in heat.

I assumed my position, aiming my butt high up, hanging my head down, wishing that he would smack my bottom slowly and call me names and mount his bitch. His fingers gently spread my silk smooth ass cheeks, lightly massaging my taint. I wiggled my ass, rubbing my balls against his palm, spreading my cheeks, trying to expose my pucker against his exploring fingers and moaned "Slide in your fingers in my naughty slot, finger me," eager to feel his slender fingers stretch me. But he was in no hurry. He had no idea of the primal heat burning inside my ass; I tried to get a control of the situation, I wanted his fingers slapping my balls, fingering me, but he was clearly in charge; he wanted to tease me first, so he deftly evaded my attempts and whispered "All in good time." Seconds later he did slap my buns, it was a single solid smack that made my bubble butt jiggle and tingle. He grabbed my hair again and slapped my ass, then kept stroking his fingers up and down my taint, his fingers tracing silent patterns along my twat, his thumb pushing into my ass just a little, helping me to feel like a raunchy little bitch. While I was riding the tidal wave of taint groping and slot teasing, he shoved in his ring finger at a nice curve, all of the sudden with no warning at all. A heat wave of slutty feeling pulsated from my penetrated pucker. "Bounce on my fingers, I want to watch you fuck yourself nice and slow on my two fingers" was his command for me. His two fingers worked feverishly and kept sliding in and out of my exposed dark brown slot; my anus was on fire and I felt that the deep tight folds of my cunt were dissolving in the heat of the moment and stretching and winking like a sloppy horny pussy-hole.

My Somalian hunk's fleshy rod was beautiful; the dark veins the curved slender head, the piss slit now crowned with transparent pre-cum drops, all of it! I was determined to ride this bobbing shaft, but before that I wanted to slurp on it, flick my tongue like a shameless hussy and lick it up and down, sniff his curly short pubic hair; I dismounted from his lap and kneeled down so I could put my tongue to the task at hand, which was to lick and suck on his dick without missing a beat. I watched his mouth gape open in pleasure, so I sucked deeper, taking his slender ebony cock deep down my throat, to the point where I would be chocking on it; then I would take a deep breath and continue to suck him. I tongued his big balls and using both my hands, I even dared to lick his taint, taking in all of that intoxicating musky scent. He was so turned on now that he ordered me to assume doggy position and spread my ass as wide as possible. He grabbed my arms and holding onto them tightly, started sucking on my tight pussy-hole. Then he slapped my booty and fingered me, five fingers deep inside me making my twat so wet and stretched out that it started making horny loud fart noises. It was ready to be penetrated deep; he pressed his steel rod and pushed it nice and slow. I could feel my sphincter exposed as my Somalian stud shoved in his entire dick all the way. I anticipated his thrusts and wiggled hard to adjust to this sizzling invasion. He plunged deep, his thrusts getting faster paced, his hips rolling right before I could feel his cock squirting seed in my sloppy twat.

We had been going at it for several hours now with passionate cuddling and resting moments in between. There we were, in front of the big mirror in his bedroom. We stood in the nude, my dark brown skin against his black skin, my eyes relishing his faint treasure trail, his sinewy legs, his curly patch of pubic bush, his dreamy armpits that reeked of deodorant and natural musky sweat. I was bending over in front of him, smiling like a happy bitch, wiggling my ass cheeks with an open invitation to be rimmed, caressed, groped, spanked, rubbed, fingered, sniffed, fucked. My Somalian friend's erection nestled in between my perched up butt cheeks, making it a perfect target.

At this point slender cock had loosened my hole quite a bit and all he had to do is gently slide in and my pussy-hole would latch onto his cock, swollen wet cunt lips, gently massaging his shaft every time he pulled out and rammed it back inside. He had already shot his seed twice inside me making the thick cum trickle down my ass cheeks and legs, a telltale sign of being royally fucked. As he watched my ass getting looser and my cock getting harder and harder, he stopped for a moment, winked at me and whispered in my ears "I think it is your turn, you seem rock hard and ready. I would love to feel you inside me." It was unbelievably hot to hear my top wanting me to do a role reversal. My mind was on fire, weaving sizzling images me mounting him in multiple positions. I looked at him with a sense of adventure. Gazing into his eyes, I kissed him under his earlobes with a wide lick of flicking tongue. He responded by reaching down to my full mast erection at the base of the cock and rubbed it gently up and down the piss slit and then slowly rubbed his fingers on my lips, urging me to open my lips and suck on his fingers.

We French kissed in between moans and grunts; my hands touched his super bulging ass and pressed on those cushiony cheeks, kneading, trying to probe those cheeks gently. Every gentle massage on his ass made my Somalian stud croak and grunt and I felt a sudden rush of adrenalin sweeping over him when we kissed full on, me licking his fine lips, grunting, and in a sudden outburst of dominance, I grabbed his ass cheeks and slapped them gently. He grunted back and whispered, "Yes, I like this, do it, I love to be used," ending his words with a lusty evil grin. I kept rubbing his ass cheeks and my index finger now circled around his ass crack, rubbing the crack slowly, fingers pressing on his taint, roaming around his balls, going back to retrace lusty patterns up and down his ass crack, pressing the fingers deeper, each time, resting the thumb on his hole for just a second: warm, winking and twitching, his hole felt so tight and virgin. It was then that he whispered, "I have never been fucked, but I have fingered myself."

I whispered, "turn around" and as he turned around, I examined his backside under the glowing bedroom light; I was hypnotized by his jet black bubble butt, but more so by his slightly reddish black pucker lips when I spread his cheeks. I rubbed his nips, slapped his ass and pressed my thumb on his hole, repeatedly. I ordered him to stuff his face, first with my socks and then with my ripe undies, and then I pushed his head down, grabbed those beefy ass cheeks, spread them so I could take a look at the tight love hole. I gave him a deep lick up and down that hole. The dominant top that had fucked me not so long ago was now in a sub mood, and he began to wiggle his ass, muttering in a low voice "Give it to me man, do it, make your bitch man". I looked at my throbbing uncut cock and squeezed the head, making the dark brown purple cock head bulge and leak more pre-cum. I pressed it slowly, slapping, pressing, slapping, pressing the cock head against that chocolate brown naughty sexy hot as hell pussy-hole. He was pushing his ass up for me and grunting "Stick it in, stick it in man, fuck your bitch, fuck your slut". I plunged in deep, like a crazed man, pushing my cock deep, all the way buried inside the smooth Somalian twat, fucking in and out, making his virgin ass loose with every thrust, whispering in his ears "Yeah, fucker, work for it, come on, work that pussy-hole, yeah, milk my thick cock, you love getting fucked like this?" My Somalian friend was lost in an blissful sub mood; he moaned in a high pitch voice, squirmed and shook his booty in almost what seemed like a mating dance, a mating ritual.

I ordered him to raise one of his legs up and support it on the table end and stand on the other leg. I really wanted to get him in a slutty position, exposing his pucker, so he could see himself in action, riding my cock like a horned up bitch. He grunted through his teeth feeling penetrated, but felt slutty enough that he wiggled his ass and opened up his hole more and more. I muttered, "Mmm, bitch, back down, head down, ass up, legs open!! No, bitch, further foreword! More, you little cunt!!" His puckered dark brown ass lips were now fully visible, sweaty shiny hole, dark slot winking like hell. I increased my assault in speed. His cherry was busted and his anus started to loosen; after repeated thrusts of my dong deep inside him, cum juice started filling his hole, dripping down his balls onto the floor. When I pulled out my cock, covered in cum, a massive gob of juice flowed out of the his winking asshole. We both shivered with ecstasy when we saw his ass dripping with love seed. A few seconds later he whispered "Piss on me, no, even better, piss inside me, fill my ass with your warm piss, drench me." We were both covered in sweat, dripping cum, spit, and some piss. The air reeked of sex, cologne, sweat, cum, and piss.