When Avery sees a swagger-heavy thug catcalling women, he intervenes to help, because he’s a good feminist… and because he loves alpha male ebony manhood! That gives him a chance to turn the tables and taste Jaycee’s hot, throbbing ass!
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“Woo-hoo! Hey, girl! Hey!”
The black men on the stoop fell over each other laughing when the girl quickened her pace and hurried away. One of them stepped forward and wolf-whistled after her.
That was the one with the most masculine shape and face. He was Jaycee. He was tall, with short braids and a powerful body.
He was gloriously thick. That was why Avery liked him. Avery loved any man with a massive, incredible ass, and Jaycee’s was bigger and plumper than seemed possible. He was a naturally heavyset man but worked out enough to keep himself an imposing figure, not fat at all, just hefty and curved and chunky in all the right ways.
He turned around, aiming his ass at one of his buddies. His jeans sagged low, so about half of his asscheeks were covered by nothing more than yellow boxers. He patted his ass, making his own cheeks jiggle and his friends laugh — he must have been making some kind of point about how nice his ass was, Avery thought, and how much girls wanted to taste his badonkadonk. It wasn’t a fantastic ass at all. Avery appreciated it, but it was not a Hollywood-hunk ass, not the kind of thing people would normally brag about.
It was juicy as hell though. Avery keenly appreciated the male physique, of which Jaycee’s was a remarkable specimen.
Avery took a few steps towards Jaycee, but then another girl appeared on the street. Avery cursed under his breath — he couldn’t hardly bait a man with a girl around. He didn’t want to attract attention by turning around, so he kept going, walking past Jaycee and the other black men hanging out on the stoop.
“Hey, girl, what’s ya deal? Huh?” Jaycee’s deep voice was low and resonant. The woman looked at him like she considered answering. Jaycee lifted his shirt to show off his chest and laughed — he didn’t have that kind of body, he had a little pudge and a big broad chest like a gladiator, not a six-pack. “Give a playa a squeeze, c’mon! Lemme holla!”
She walked away with a shake of her head.
“Tease.” Jaycee grunted and turned around again. As he did, he grabbed his cock through his jeans, and Avery saw the outline of it.
Avery kept going, now walking funny because his own dick got hard. He still hadn’t come up with a very good plan to get Jaycee alone somewhere so he could proposition him.
When Avery turned around — pretending to wait for a bus — he saw Jaycee pantomiming sex to his friends. He patted an imaginary girl on the ass as he pistoned his hips, ramming his dick in and out of her. Then he said something that made his friends laugh as though they were disgusted by him. Jaycee smirked and mimed out spreading wide asscheeks in front of his face, as though he was going to lick the ass of a truly gigantic woman. He even extended his tongue, licking her imaginary asshole.
Or was it her pussy? Avery had to giggle as he tried to gauge whether Jaycee was spreading imaginary buttcheeks or pussy-flaps. Avery hardly knew how one went about eating pussy. Was it like that? He didn’t think so, he thought that was ass. He had said something about a rimjob before as well, which got Avery excited — maybe Jaycee enjoyed receiving rimjobs as much as Avery enjoyed giving them.
Maybe he didn’t much care who gave him a rimjob. That thought sent a shiver of anticipation up Avery’s spine.
Indeed, as Avery got on the bus, he saw a girl approach Jaycee. She was thick, a little older than the ones Jaycee had been hooting at, with a lot of makeup on her face. Jaycee looked at her hungrily but shared an annoyed glance at his friends.
Avery didn’t need to be there to pick up on the subtext — the woman was not sexy. She was fat, and not in a good way, and she had limp, greasy hair and a broad, squat face. She wasn’t ugly, but she was hardly a hottie. She came up to Jaycee and teasingly fingered the waistband of his boxers. Jaycee looked aloof, like he didn’t want his friends to know he had already messed with her.
Then Avery couldn’t see because the bus had gone around the corner. Avery sighed. He waited until the next bus-stop, then got off and walked back to the stoop.
“Hey, baby, I’ll lick yo’ asshole if you lick mine! Hey! You a tease or what?!” Jaycee’s deep voice called out. At first Avery thought Jaycee was calling at him, and Avery was shocked, exhilarated, excited. He’d had dreams that began similar to this.
But no, there was a hot girl behind Avery. She quickened her pace, crossed the street and ignored Jaycee. Avery blushed. He had just walked past Jaycee, then gotten on a bus and stared as it drove past Jaycee in the other direction, and now he was back again to walk past him once more; even through all that, Jaycee didn’t seem to realize this was the third time he had seen Avery.
“Hey,” Avery said. He blushed and made sure to speak in a feminine manner. The men snorted softly. Jaycee lit a foul-smelling cigar — a Black & Mild — and he glared at Avery. “I’m Avery.”
Jaycee took a deep drag and exhaled right on Avery’s face. “Huh.”
“I heard you like rimjobs?”
Jaycee stopped with the cigar in his hand. His mouth was full of smoke. He again exhaled on Avery’s face. “What?”
“You’ve been asking girls to lick your ass. Does that ever work?”
Jaycee scowled as his friends laughed. Someone slapped Jaycee’s ass through his pimp-heavy jeans. He looked like he wanna say something but his homies kept interrupting him by busting on him.
“Jaycee’s got a fat girl-“
“Nigga, shut up-“
“She real thick and she lick his ass-“
“I said shut up, you don’t gotta tell the nerd my business-“
“She ugly as fuck too, she was just here-“
“She smell like asshole-“
“How much asshole she lick e’ry day man?”
“One!” Jaycee growled at his buddies. He sucked on his teeth and cocked his head to the side with a confident shrug. His pecs rippled like he thought he had a perfect physique and she was showing it off like a stripper, but the rippling of his muscles just accentuated the chunkiness of his body. “Nigga… It don’t matter when you got a tongue in ya asshole-“
“But you got ya tongue in her asshole too-“
“Nigga, shut up!”
“That’s nasty. She prolly tastes like Taco Bell.”
“I seen that bitch wit’ a stain on her shirt on the small of her back, like right above her ass, like a brownish-green stain, like baby poop, she been poopin’ on her shirt-“
“You know she nasty-“
“Shaniqua say that fat bitch once took a shit at the McDonald’s and it was huge, it like overflowed the toilet rim and there was a rat in it-“
“Nuh-uh, nigga, shut up-“
“You lickin’ that ugly bitch-“
“You seen her makeup? She look like a ho tryin’ to use up all her makeup so her pimp’ll buy her more-“
“She look like a shaved bear, man, you sure she ain’t-!”
“Shut up!” Jaycee roared. He pounded on his chest. “Swear to God, nigga, no disrespect, but I’ll fuck e’ry one of you shitwipes up! Say that shit again.”
There was a long awkward silence. Then someone tittered, “She got Godzilla-feet.”
Jaycee growled and stepped towards his friend. “Nigga, I will wallop you, c’m’ere! I told you it don’t matter what she look like. You can’t even see her face when she lick yo’ asshole-“
“You lick her asshole, Jaycee! She said it-!”
“Yeah, well, a real nigga do what it takes to get his dick wet, man, she just — it’s all pink on the inside.”
“You sure she ain’t all greenish-brown on the inside? Cuz you’d know.”
“Yeah, Jaycee, just stick your tongue out so we can see what her insides look like-“
They stopped talking suddenly because there was a droning blare. They all turned around to see a police car pull to a stop. A whoop-whoop siren called filled the air. Laughter ceased, and all the men on the stoop suddenly looked serious. The men all shuffled to stand with their backs to the wall, while Avery gulped.
“Excuse me, gentlemen, is there a problem here?” a cop stepped out of the car. “We’ve received reports of offensive whistling and fighting on the stoop. Women claim you’ve been making lewd offers and accusations. Somebody was grabbing their crotch so women could see their cock?”
Nobody answered at first. They all looked at each other. A few of them glared at Jaycee. He was the one who really took it too far. He was no doubt the one the complainer had been talking about. But Jaycee looked innocent as a cartoon bear, sitting there on the stoop, casual as could be, as though he was merely contemplating the city street and didn’t even notice the cops glaring at the men on the stoop.
Then Avery cleared his throat and said, “Yes, that’s right, Officer. There was a problem with a man here wolf-whistling at females. I was very offended by it, because I think women are goddesses. But I went to get my friends, and Jaycee here scared the man away. Jaycee has tremendous respect for women. He’s my hero.” Avery wrapped one arm around Jaycee’s broad waist. Jaycee twitched but didn’t argue it. “A real feminist champion.”
“Is that so?” The cop chewed on his lip. It seemed like he didn’t entirely believe Avery, but he didn’t have any proof he was lying.
“It is. Women are great,” Avery said. “They do, like… so many important things. Babies. And, uh…” In the heat of the moment, Avery couldn’t think of any other activities to list — he didn’t want to say something sexist like “sewing”, so in the end, all he said was, “and work. Working jobs. At… workplaces.”
“Uh-huh.” The cop grunted. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I don’t really give a shit. If I get more complaints about hollerin’ at females, I’ll rumble the lot of you, capiche?”
“I’ll keep Jaycee busy,” Avery said. He took Jaycee by the hand and led him into the building, past his friends, who eyed him suspiciously. It looked like they wanted to keep teasing Jaycee, but then the officer made a harsh face at them. They quietly scattered in all directions, leaving Jaycee and Avery alone to enter the building.
“Shit, man,” Jaycee said when they got in. He took his hand back so Avery wasn’t holding it anymore. “Thanks. You good at gettin’ rid of cops.”
“The cops here are dumb,” Avery said. He smiled. “So… what I was asking before, back when your friends-“
“Just so you know, I don’t lick that bitch’s asshole. She nasty. She smell like movie theatre popcorn,” Jaycee said. He sounded defensive and lying, but Avery just nodded like he believed it. It’s no skin off Avery’s bones. He thought it was kind of hot, and he’d have enjoyed watching Jaycee lick out that woman’s ass.
He’d prefer to watch Jaycee lick out a more attractive, or at least cleaner, woman’s ass, but still, it’d be hot either way.
“Well…” Avery blushed. He held his fingers in front of his mouth in a little circle and inserted his tongue in it. He was about to verbally offer a rimjob when one of the apartment doors opened, and a little old lady stalked out, glaring at Jaycee.
She looked at Avery and muttered, “Whiteboy crackhead motherfucker.” She hobbled through the mess of men, who parted for her. She glared at them too.
“Why does she think I’m a crackhead?” Avery said when she was gone.
“Cuz you a whiteboy,” Jaycee said. “Ain’t no other reason you’d be here.” He chuckled. “You sayin’ you wanna lick my asshole?”
Avery nodded. “I wanna lick it real bad. I’ll lick your ass so good…” He stuck his tongue out to demonstrate how long it was — he had an abnormally long tongue.
“Ah — shit!” Jaycee’s brow was furrowed, then his eyes opened wide. He had been going to tell Avery to fuck off, but seeing that tongue sent a shiver of arousal up his spine. That was amazing. Girls could usually barely get their tongue in his ass at all. Jaycee liked it deep, but most girls were unable or unwilling to do that — Jaycee’s ass was thicker than their heads were deep, so their tongues barely reached his asshole at all. The only reason he messed with that ugly, fat woman was that she had a nice big tongue like Avery’s and it could reach well into Jaycee’s asshole. That’s going to feel so good inside me. He might not even make me take a shower first. He smiled.
“I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you let me lick it,” Avery said. He smiled and touched Jaycee’s chest through the white tee shirt he wore. Then his finger dropped lower to Jaycee’s waist.
Jaycee slapped his hand away. “Quit talkin’, whiteboy, you gonna attract attention.” He scowled. “Yeah, fine, but quit actin’ all fairy in public. C’mon. You ain’t comin’ in my place.” He pointed to a utility closet at the end of the hall. It was locked, but Jaycee had long ago learned that there was a spare key behind the fire extinguisher.
He unlocked the door and they quietly crept in. They were just in time too, because a whole family came in the building then and would have seen. The door had just latched though, and Avery’s heart raced.
The utility closet was spartan, just a few shelves with paint cans and some odds and ends, a row of four hot-water heaters, and a fuse box near the ceiling. The floor in here was cold cement.
“Awright, whiteboy, if you wanna lick butt, lick some butt,” Jaycee said with a throaty chuckle. He turned around and lowered his pants and boxers, just enough to bare his ass, like he didn’t really think he would enjoy this. He stood there, upright and motionless.
He had a ridiculous badonkadonk, Avery thought when he jiggled the cheeks. Jaycee scowled but allowed it — he didn’t get anything out of Avery playing with his cheeks, but since Avery was paying, he figured he couldn’t complain too much even if it was boring. His cheeks rippled, each one bigger than Avery’s head. The soft brown skin was hairless, slick with the day’s sweat that clung to his body.
Avery sucked down each droplet of sweat he could reach. It was salty and sour and it smelled of coconut — presumably from Jaycee’s soap — but more overwhelmingly of funky manflesh. It had that savory meatiness that Avery loved. He moistly, noisily kissed every inch of his cheeks.
“Will you bend over-?”
“Nah. I stand.” Jaycee grunted like that was a firm rule Avery should have already known. He hadn’t planned on refusing to bend over — he knew he would get a better rimjob if he did — but he was becoming more self-conscious. He didn’t want to feel like some trashy street hustler, and he didn’t want to get on all fours for a white man. “Ya ain’t makin’ me bend over.”
Avery shrugged. He knew Jaycee would bend over soon. They always did.
He spread Jaycee’s cheeks and let his tongue flicker over the crack. He didn’t get deep in there, just tickled him a bit until Jaycee shook. Then Avery plunged his tongue in deeper.
And deeper still, until finally his tongue was all the way in, sliding up and down his crack. There was a little hair there, coarse and black and stinking of ass. Avery inhaled deeply of it — the sound of him sniffing made Jaycee laugh, which in turn made his cheeks shake. He had bent forward just a little bit by then, out of instinct, but didn’t notice it.
“You gonna lick me fo’ real, man?” Jaycee said. “Cuz you just playin’ wit’ it right now. If you was a female who wasn’t payin’, I’d be tellin’ you to hurry up and get to it. I ain’t need someone licking my cheeks, damn.”
“I was just getting you ready,” Avery said. He hocked up a big mouth full of spit right onto the small of Jaycee’s back, so it slid down his crack. The fetid aroma of saliva hit Avery’s senses. “You want my tongue in your ass?”
Jaycee sniffled like he didn’t care. “You payin’, man. Do what you want.” Then he hastened to add, “wit’ ya tongue! I ain’t — you ain’t stickin’ nothin’ else in there.”
“Right.” Avery teased his tongue over the rim, making Jaycee shudder and shake. His asshole was so sensitive, Avery thought with a smile, this was going to be fun.
Avery had a pierced tongue, and the little stud, which was barely noticeable, had a big effect on his rimjobs. Avery would never tell a man like Jaycee why, but it was essentially a tiny dildo. So when Avery licked the funky tight rim of Jaycee’s ass, his metal stud hit the sensitive flesh of his sphincter and Jaycee howled.
He covered his mouth to avoid making too much noise. Jaycee gasped. A wave of pleasure crashed over him. He wiggled, lowering his ass to give Avery a better angle of access — that also bent Jaycee over a little more.
Avery stuck his tongue in slowly. He could have plunged all the way in at once — tongues were soft enough they could squeeze into the tightest of virginal holes — but Avery preferred to go slow, to give himself time to taste it all.
In no time, Jaycee was bending over more and more, until at last he was on all fours. He held his breath, the pressure in his ass incredible. For a moment he couldn’t decide if he liked it or not — did it hurt? A little, he thought, but there something else he could feel too: ticklishness? Soreness?
He grunted and yelped like a puppy. A jolt of pleasure hit him so hard it hurt. Jaycee bit his tongue. He’d never gotten a rimjob like this. He turned his head to look, and Avery’s whiteboy face was entirely invisible, buried by Jaycee’s thickness.
“Shit, boy, goddamn-” Jaycee wrenched his head back and forth, nearly slamming it on the concrete. He pulled his shirt up higher when it threatened to interfere with the rimjob.
Avery lapped at his insides and at last reached full penetration. He had to spread Jaycee’s cheeks with both hands, and each cheek was so thick and fleshy it was like holding back the sea. Avery had to dig into his flesh, and luckily Jaycee’s asshole felt so good he didn’t worry about Avery’s claw-like fingers holding his ass apart.
“Goddamn-” Jaycee was breathless and mewling. He was unable to prevent himself from being loud, but that didn’t matter so much because the sensations roiling his body were so intense he couldn’t think anyway.
He only now realized he had gotten on all fours, with his ass high in the air and his face on the floor — he had started this off thinking this position was humiliating; he had refused to do it, and now he couldn’t dream of doing it in any other position. It gave Avery perfect access to him. Jaycee couldn’t bring himself to move. Every motion he made intensified the feelings throughout his body, and he was unable to handle it.
He panted and gasped, while Avery laughed at the potency of his reactions. Avery finally reached between Jaycee’s thunder thighs, under that deliciously juicy badonkadonk butt, to grab Jaycee’s dick.
He didn’t need to stroke it for long. Jaycee’s prostate was being stimulated like he had never experienced, with Avery’s pierced tongue battering it over and over. Jaycee shook like he was having a seizure, and he bit his own lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Goddamn, eat that ass, man, shit, goddamn, goddamn!” He shouted the best he could into the concrete floor. He pounded on it with his fists.
Finally an orgasm hit him. It felt like Avery had been rusty-tromboning him for hours, but he knew it hadn’t been that long — Avery had actually only stroked Jaycee off for barely two minutes. The rimjob had brought him to the brink of orgasm even before he handled Jaycee’s cock.
It occurred to Jaycee only when he rolled over and rammed his spasming knob into Avery’s mouth that he shouldn’t be letting Avery slurp him off — Avery hadn’t paid for that, and Jaycee could probably get more money for it.
But it was too late. Jaycee just wanted to cum, and he knew Avery would want to swallow it. He rammed his dick all the way in, in one smooth motion, pistoning his hips and forcing it until Avery gagged and Jaycee’s balls slammed against his chin.
Avery clutched Jaycee’s asscheeks tightly, holding on as Jaycee ground his dick within Avery’s throat. “Goddamn, ya fuckin’ whiteboy, you got… shit… aw, goddamn! Holy fuck!” Jaycee knew it didn’t make him look tough to have a really animated orgasm with a man — but he couldn’t help it.
It was the most powerful climax of his life. No girl had ever made him feel like this.
He howled and pounded on his sweat-covered chest. He knew he was being too loud now, everyone in the building could probably hear, but he didn’t care. He gripped Avery’s head and swayed his dick back and forth in his throat, smiling at the sight of Avery choking on it.
Mountains of cum spilled out of his mouth and onto the cement floor. There was more cum than Jaycee thought possible — and am I still cumming?! He thought so — and his ass felt wet too, like there was still spit flowing out of there.
A loud heave escaped from Jaycee’s lips as he let go of Avery’s head and fell back, sitting his bare ass on the moist puddle of fluids on the floor. That was gross, so he rolled over, while Avery collapsed back the other way, then rolled towards Jaycee. Before Jaycee had even taken a deep breath, Avery had rested his head on Jaycee’s plump asscheek.
His big brown orbs arose like hilltops. Avery giggled and kissed each one once again. Jaycee’s ass smelled like spit and cum now. Avery slurped up whatever fluids he could, while Jaycee lay limp and groaning on the floor.
“Shit, man…” Jaycee let out a throaty laugh. “You ain’t gonna tell no one about this, right?”
“No way,” Avery said. He smirked. “But if you know any guys who want a rimjob, send ‘em to me. Don’t tell them I pay. I’ll tell them you refused, because you get so many hot chicks licking your ass all the time.”
Jaycee nodded. “Fine.” When Avery took out his wallet to give him a hundred dollars, Jaycee took the wallet. He removed all of the cash in there — a hundred and forty bucks — and gave it back. “There. I ain’t say you could touch my dick, so I’m takin’ the extra forty for that.”
“I didn’t ask for that!” Avery said with a laugh. He kept caressing those bare cheeks as he talked. “You just stuck it in my mouth.”
Jaycee shrugged. “You still gotta pay,” he said. “Get off me.” He stood, pushing Avery to the ground. He was embarrassed now, smiling shame-facedly. He pulled his pants up and tucked his dick away. He opened the door a crack, made sure no one was out there and slipped out. He made eye contact with Avery before going. He put a finger to his lips. “Hey, call me first next time.”