Ripe For Picking – Part 4

Ripe For Picking – Part 4

By Kevin Moore

Bryan tied me to the bed in double quick time, and then retrieved a Pentax Spotmatic camera from the wardrobe – I later discovered that the man was a professional photographer, and that bum-boys and pornography were his two main passions in life.

As he fiddled with the camera, a naked black man entered the room.

‘Nice of you to finally turn up, Lloyd,’ said Bryan. ‘Kevin could have been stretched out here for hours, awaiting a right royal rogering from the black mamba.’

‘Dimpled arse,’ said Lloyd. ‘And ultra skinny as well. That’s cool.’

I strained to look over my shoulder, to see what the man looked like. He was bending over me, toying with my arse-crack, so all I could see was his powerful thighs and awesome cock.

‘He was hooked by Jay,’ said Bryan. ‘And turned out to be a real easy catch, apparently.’

‘I wouldn’t say that,’ I said, defensively. ‘I just saw Jerome’s cock and knew what I wanted.’

‘So we have another fan,’ said Lloyd to Bryan. ‘These white boys just can’t get enough black cock, they’re addicted to it.’

Lloyd’s hands caressed my lower back, arse-cheeks and trembling thighs. The man certainly knew how to press all the right buttons: my cock was fully erect within seconds.

A minute or two later I was humping the mattress as Bryan began taking photographs and Lloyd began lubing my arsehole.

Before mounting me, Lloyd kept me on tenterhooks with his rigid fingers. They slipped in and out of my arsehole with ease, as they lubed up my inner sanctum.

‘I’m gonna sweat you, boy,’ said the burly black man. ‘I’m gonna nail you to the spot with my coal-black cock. And then I’m gonna turn you into an addict, boy, an addict for black cock.’

The man was way out of date – I had been addicted to black cock the moment I saw Jerome’s lusty stem. Having two such lengths in my life was simply the icing on the cake.

Initially, Lloyd took no notice of Bryan’s instruction to pose in a more camera-friendly position – the stud was out to nail me to the spot, so nothing was going to jeopardize that goal. This forced Bryan to get down on his knees and obtain his close-ups in the best way he could.

‘Get your arse up, Lloyd,’ snapped Bryan. ‘And keep it up, for fuck sake.’

‘Calm down, Snappy,’ said Lloyd. ‘Can’t you see we’re in love.’

‘Don’t talk bollocks,’ growled Bryan. ‘My knees can’t take much more of this.’

The frenzy lasted a good fifteen minutes, with Bryan getting more and more uptight as it intensified.

I was loving every minute of it – being stretched out on the bed, with a rampant stud pounding away at my arse, was the best sex ever.