Blacks Can Moan

He told me he didn't moan. Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.

Jermaine and I were roommates in an apartment in New York. We were pretty friendly to each other, and we got along quite well. He knew that I was gay, but he didn't mind to much. We kind of bonded in that aspect, because I was gay, and he was black...and we both had the same struggles, and to have that kind of bond was pretty tight. We had long talks on stuff like that. Until one day, a bad conversation got brought up, that I guess made a huge impact on my life.

"Jermaine, you're a lying piece of shit if you say that you don't moan. Every time you are "supposedly" taking a shower I always hear you moan like you're getting your brains fucked out, when alls you're doing is beating your meat" I was making a BLACK man, turn bright red in the face.

"You've gotta lotta fucking nerve telling me that I beat off in the shower...I moan because I love the heat of the water hitting my back. Not because I'm jerking off, you son of a bitch!"

I didn't want to start a fight, I mean he was already a bit too angry, but we hadn't had one in awhile, so if we were going to let our feelings out at any time, now would be the time. So I kept the heat on. "Wow. Well when I'm in my bedroom, which happens to be next to the shower, I can hear you beating off! You fucking bang your hands...or arms, or whatever the fuck you bang, against the wall and I hear it when he masturbate. How you masturbate in that shower, I don't know...but you do. I hear your moans, and I hear the beatings on the wall, so don't give me this bullshit" I was pissed.

Jermaine didn't seem to care about the fact that he was caught red handed beating in the shower, he just wanted to prove to me that he didn't moan. "So how do I prove this." He stated. I, still focused on the part about the shower said, "You can prove it by not beating off in the shower...?"

"No, dumb ass, I meant the moaning!" I was a little confused on why he was still focused on that topic. Little did I know he was hard as a rock, and he was practically showing this to me in a gesture he made with his body. I got a little stirred up in my pants myself.

"So you want to...? I said. Jermaine was giving me mixed signals, and it pissed me off. But he gave me one clearer symbol as he took off his sweat pants and jockey briefs, to reveal what held in store for me.

"Yes. I want to do a little experiment to prove to you that I do not moan when receiving sexual activity." Jermaine said.

I was trying to find an excuse out of this. I mean, sure I liked getting head, and even fucking guys up the ass...but I hated to be on the giving end of a blow job. I hated it. "If I don't moan, you swallow, and I guarantee you, that you will not like it because I haven't jerked off in forever, and this is a true fact...so my balls will empty after this one"

I was confused. I could have just rejected and walked off, I mean I didn't have to give him head, it's not like if he moaned, I got something in return...But I was hoping he'd do me a favor in return after I make him moan.

"Now come over here bitch."

I did.

I knelt in front of his dick. I'm not one for stereotypes, but I found one true stereotype right there: Black men do have big dicks. Ugly ass dicks, but big dicks. It was my first black dick. My first one, and I was a little sick looking at it. But I had to do what I had to do. He moved forward a little bit, and his magic pole brushed against my dry lips. I needed chapstick badly. Did cum work as a chapstick? I laughed.

"Fucking funny shit, right? Heh, I guess it's funny." His dick wasn't in it's fullest form, and after five minutes, it still stayed there. My lips were holding it upright, and I tried to blow air on it to get it up...but than I just realized that the quicker he gets hard, the quicker he gets blowed by my now foul mouth. I'd've given several BJs in my life before, but I was afraid this would be my last, and worst blow job. His dick smelled like feet. Yeah. Feet. I don't know what the fuck he did with his dick in his spare time, but they smelled like feet. I could see sweat in little drop like forms across the little curlies that had become the carpet surface of Jermaines oddly shaped balls.

Finally, he got up. He told me that he just had to think of Tyra Banks, but I knew it was my teasing that got him up. But who, man or female, can get sexually teased and not get rock hard? Jermaine got steel hard, and he poked at my lips. I opened them up, and let his dick ease its way in. I motioned for him to stop, just like I was teaching him how to parallel park. He did as I motioned, and I let out a deep noise from deep inside my throat that left his penis vibrating in my mouth. I did this for about 15 seconds, and than with the noise, I rocked back and forth. After about a minute or so I heard a noise that didn't seem like mine. I kept rocking back and forth, and than the noise got loader. It sounded like...

JERMAINE HAD MOANED. He took my head and shoved his cock as far as he could, till he reached the back of my throat, and he rocked it back and forth. He moaned and grunted like an animal. At the top of his lungs! I had one the bed, and I wanted to make him stop, and when I felt all the tension leave his body, I knew he was done. And when I felt his hand release my head, I felt something hit the back of my throat. Something in a quick spurt, and than I felt it drizzle down my throat. I quickly pulled my head off of his dick. His cum spurted at my cheek. I screamed.

"YOU LITTLE FUCKER. WE HAD A FUCKING DEAL, AND YOU BROKE THE DEAL. You're a LIAR, and a BITCH" I yelled. And than he said something. Something I never expected him to say. "I'm gay. And I want to take your ass"

I was so shocked in the moment, but I clasped my hands on a final decision. But before I could tell him, I was pushed face first into the floor, and my jeans and jockstrap were laying three feet on the floor in front of me. I took a deep breath, followed by the pain of my ass. My ass felt cold for a second, but it got really warm shortly after. Jermaine was going to fuck me up the ass with his huge dick, and there was nothing I could do to stop him...

That's when I realized that in front of me was his dad. A tall, big built masculine man, with his ass facing my face. He layed down and positioned himself so that my face could get in there. I had been a big fan of rimming, so I dived in face first and slurped through his muscular heavenly globes. They were like too big pillows, and after I was done slurping, I layed my head on one of his smooth cheeks. His dad was a muscle god, and he had a sensitive gay prick like me, absorbing his cute buttocks with my tongue, and head. Boy was I enjoying this. His dad was a happy man. But both of them were going to have to do something to me after this was done, because I had a secret about both of them that no one knew...and everyone would find out if they did not stick there tongues up my ass, and give me a little hummer of my own.

written by sillydude64

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