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Hamzah drives his fat cock in deep, burying himself up to his balls in the tight ass pushing back against him. He moans as the hot walls of the stretched lovehole massage his aching fuckstick. Beneath him, lying on his back, Danny gasps, feeling the huge black meat impale him. Hamzah bucks his hips in a lazy rhythm, savouring the sensation of working this hot white ass. Danny's legs tighten around Hamzah's waist, urging him to fuck faster, but Hamzah is in charge here. He's waited a long time to be inside this 19-year-old slut, and he is going to screw this fuckchute as long as he can.

Since Hamzah emigrated from Nigeria, he had been disappointed by his inability to find a decent job. Trained as a computer systems engineer, he'd had the misfortune to arrive just as the high tech bubble imploded. After months of working nights as a cleaner, he had been happy to take a second part time job as a math tutor to Danny.

Danny was the younger son of a sportswear manufacturer. He was bright, but undisciplined, and it seemed unlikely that he would gain admission to a prestigious university, as his older brother Alex had. His parents decided tutoring was necessary. Hamzah was working as a cleaner in the father's factory, which is how he got the job as one of the tutors.

Hamzah twists his hips to corkscrew his ebony pole into Danny's boycunt as he remembers their first lesson. He had gone to Danny's house, and they had spread the textbooks on the floor of his room, where they sat. The lesson had gone well, until at the end Danny announced he wanted to show something. He went into the bathroom that adjoined his room, and returned stripped down to a pair of silky red sports briefs. "So, what do you think?", he had asked, turning around in different poses.

Danny was someone who was very attractive, and knew it. His father was of Italian descent, his mother Filipino. From his father he had inherited curly brown hair and light olive skin; from his mother, delicate features, smooth skin, and brown eyes with just a hint of her almond-shaped eyes. He was active in sports, and his body was well-toned.

Hamzah saw all of this at a glance. He also saw how the low-cut briefs showed the untanned skin and thick, curly hair of the topmost swath of Danny's pubes, and how the briefs accentuated the round curves of his young ass, and how the impression of his semi-rigid cock was pressed in relief against the crotch of his briefs. Hamzah felt a growing sense of discomfiture which was swelling as fast as his cock in his jeans. What was he supposed to say? Why was this kid teasing him? Or was he?

"It's one of the designs my Dad makes. You like it?", Danny prompted. Hamzah grimly nodded. "Here, for you - you'll look great", Danny said, and threw Hamzah a new box of the briefs. And with that strange exchange, the first lesson was over.

Hamzah rode the bus back home, secretly rubbing his rigid dick through his jeans. He didn't have much experience with American culture - was Danny coming on to him? It was easier back home, he knew the rules. It might have been illicit, but there was never a shortage of fuckable manholes to fill. He remembered his first fuck, a friend on the school soccer team - he had screwed him to the wall of the gym shower, two athletic black bodies sliding together under the warm water spraying from the shower, until Hamzah shuddered and unloaded his hot jizz deep inside his friend. For an instant he imagined the scene with Danny's face pressed into the cool shower tiles, but he shook his head. He couldn't jeapordize this tutoring job with such thoughts.

When he got home, he pulled the briefs out of the box, and ran the silky fabric over his fingers. Then he stripped naked, and stepped into the bathroom. He caught sight of his muscular black body in the mirror, and the big throbbing meat that thrust out from the wiry hair that covered his pubes. He bent down, and pulled the red briefs Danny had given him up his legs. They fit snuggly over his round ass, but he struggled to push his engorged cock into them. His fuckpole tented them out, but he turned and admired himself in them, remembering how Danny's smooth teen body looked in his. He started stroking the head of his tool through the silky material. It felt slippery, and he began rubbing his hand faster. He was imagining ripping the briefs off Danny, pushing his finger between his cheeks, widening the tight virgin hole as Danny struggled, and then sinking his lubed black pole between those silky olive cheeks and entering his twitching boypussy. As he imagined this and worked his cock, Hamzah felt the cum churning in his balls, and then it was shooting from his rock hard tool. He pulled his cock free from the briefs, and a thick jet of hot white cream exploded audibly on to the bathroom mirror, followed by another, and then two more, before he slumped forward, shaking and gasping.

He couldn't have guessed then just how sweet it would be to claim this hot young slut's cherry, and ride his tight ass. But now he is. He pauses his pounding assault of Danny's boycunt, and loosens Danny's legs from around his waist, pulling them over his shoulder. He can bear down on Danny's hot ass more easily in this position, pinning him underneath.

Not that Danny has any intention of resisting. He pulls Hamzah's face to his, and the two men tongue kiss. The new position sandwiches Danny's throbbing cock between their bodies. He liked the feel of his pre-cum lubed dick head rubbing against Hamzah's muscular stomach.

He had been attracted to Hamzah from the start. He loved the intense darkness of Hamzah's skin, and tried to imagine what a cock that dark would be like.

After the first lesson, when he had modeled the sport briefs for Hamzah, he found himself uncontrollably aroused. Had he really seen Hamzah's big cock harden in his jeans when Hamzah saw his body? He had stripped naked on the floor where Hamzah had sat, and lay on his back, stroking his stiff cock. He wet two fingers with saliva and explored the tight ring guarding his pleasure hole. He moaned as the slippery digits slipped into his manhole, imagining Hamzah's throbbing meat taking their place. He thrust his ass higher into the air as he pounded his cock through his clenched fist, and finger-fucked his own boypussy. Feeling his balls begin to tighten, he rolled his ass higher so that his cock was directly over his face as he jacked off. His ass-drilling fingers found his pleasure switch, and his legs spasmed before his balls pumped a scalding spray of jizz from his cock. The first spray caught him in the face. He opened his mouth hungrily, and a hot creamy wad shot against the corner of his mouth, half disappearing inside, and half sliding down his cheek. A half dozen weaker spasms filled his mouth and splattered his face. As he collapsed exhausted on the floor, he wiped the cum from his face and licked his jizzy fingers clean. Swallowing his own salty cream, he imagined the day when Hamzah's African seed would fill his ass.

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