Scotty and Alex and their Black Lovers

I'm not sure if it was the bright sun shining through the bedroom window or the fact that my bladder was full and about to burst, that woke me up. I looked at the clock and saw it was only seven o'clock. It was about four o'clock when I finally fell asleep. I couldn't get by on three hours of sleep.

I decided that taking a piss was more important than closing the window and pulling the drape shut, so I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I walked a little way down the hall and turned the thermostat down so that the air conditioner would kick on and then went back to the bedroom.

Lying on the far side of the bed was Maurice, a first timer in the bed I shared with my lover, Scotty. He was on his stomach, sound asleep with Scotty lying on his side, curled up just inches away from the hunky, black stud. Maurice's eight inches of cock lay flaccid between his legs with his heavy balls resting on top of it. His legs were spread apart so far that he took up half of our king sized bed. As I studied his muscular frame, I couldn't help but be fascinated with the contrast of his dark skin lying next to Scotty, blonde, small and beautiful.

Scotty had his knees pulled up a little as he lay just inches away from Maurice. While Maurice's buttocks were thick and full so that I would have had to pull them apart to see his sweet spot, Scotty's was right there, glistening with a coat of lube still showing as the two of them were still sound asleep.

I closed the windows and closed the shade, pulled the drampes and the room was dark once again. I crawled back in bed and tried my best to get back to sleep, but thoughts of the night before kept returning to me. Already, the room was cooling down a little but the three of us still lie there without even a sheet on us.

I had drank a lot of beer the night before while Scotty and his new friend, Maurice drank vodka and tonic. We had started out drinking out on the pool deck, drinking and enjoying the night air after a swim. It was already late when Maurice arrived and by the time the three of went into our bedroom the first time, it was close to midnight.

We had been licking, sucking, rimming and kissing for over an hour when Scotty stood and said, "I'm ready to take this to the next level." He giggled as he reached out to assist me up from the chaise lounge I lay in and then did the same for Maurice. We carried our drinks with us and as we headed for the bedroom, Scotty stopped at the bathroom as Maurice and I went on in and crawled on the bed. We embraced, kissed and sucked each other's cocks briefly before Maurice decided to bury his face between my buttocks one more time.

I heard the toilet flush so I knew Scotty had made a quick check to make sure he was still clean enough to take some cock in his hungry little man pussy. When he joined us on the bed, we floundered around a little, each of us looking for a comfortable position until finally, Scotty ended up on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed while I knelt behind him, rimmed his sweet man cunt as he sucked Maurice's cock.

I wasn't at all surprised when Maurice pulled Scotty's small frame up toward him, kissed his mouth and then rolled him over onto his back. I grabbed the lube and slathered some on his thick cock as he put a small amount on his finger and inserted it inside of Scotty's willing hole. I sat, stroking my cock as I watched the thick, black piece disappear inside of my lover's cock-hungry ass. I lay down next to them and kissed Scotty's face and chest as Maurice made some minor adustment to his position before he settled in and began a series of slow but forceful thrusts into Scotty.

I kissed Scotty's nipples and licked his cleanly shaven armpits and fondled his cock as he lie flat on his back, his arms stretched above him, his hands grasping tightly at the iron rails of our headboard.. He moaned softly and his cock was rock-hard. I took that as a sign that his soft moans and frequently little, incoherent mumbling were an indicator of the pleasure he was receiving.

He moved his hands to grab me by my head and pulled my face close to his. "Oh god baby, I'm gonna fucking cum already."

I took my hand from his cock, not wanting contribute to an early ejaculation. It was too late. He sprayed spurt after spurt onto his stomach and my shoulder as I lay kissing him. I don't know if Maurice intentionally decided to blow his wad into Scotty at that moment, but he let out a holler to announce that he too was coming. Scotty was still convulsing a little from the intensity of his own orgasm when Maurice's began.

I slid away from them, letting them have their space and watched as Maurice unloaded his seed inside of Scotty's cum receptacle. He let Scotty's legs drop down as he fell heavily upon Scotty's small frame. Scotty pulled his feet up and placed the flat of them against each of Maurice's buttocks. "Let it soak," I heard him whisper softly to the big man.

I reached over on the night stand and grabbed my beer and finished it off. I hadn't gotten off, but they both had so I decided to get another beer and take another swim to cool off a little. Maurice let his cock soak in his own cum pool for a few more minutes and then they came outside to join me. I was already back in a lounge chair by the time they arrived.

They came with a fresh drink in their hands and they sat down on my chair, one on each side of me. "You can fuck me if you want to get off," Scotty said, reaching down and graaping my cock which was only semi-erect after my short swim.

"I'm okay baby. I can wait," I responded, pulling his face down and kissing him on the mouth.

Maurice said, "I ain't gonna let you fuck me but I'll suck you till you feed me some of your warm milk it you want."

"No really," I said. "I'm okay guys. It was great seeing the two of you get off. We'll be back in there again," I said.

I laid in the lounge chair as the two of them played with my cock, kissing it and each other as they licked my balls. My cock was erect quickly from all the attention the two of them were giving it. Suddenly, Scotty straddled me and slid his cum-soaked man pussy down over my cock, taking the entire nine inches deep into his sweet little cum dump. "I would rather have waited until he was more ready to be fucked again, but he lifted himself up and down as Maurice stood close to us. Scotty fondled and kissed Maurice's genitallia as he rode my cock until finally, I ejaculated, spewing my cum into his already cum-drenched man cunt.

Afterward, Maurice swam alone as Scotty lay with me, cleaning my cock and balls of the cum and slime from his man pussy. He liked cleaning cocks for almost anyone and I knew that the mixture of the two cumloads would have an impact on his own recovery. By the time he had licked me clean, his own cock was erect again.

Scotty had a beautiful eight inch piece. It looked even bigger because of his small stature. His cock was actually as long as Maurice's although not quite as thick. Still, it was a nice piece that he proudly used a cock ring or cock strap to help show if off every time he left the house.

Scotty and I jumped in the pool to join Maurice and we quickly gathered in a shallow spot and resumed our kissing and fondling of one another's cocks. Maurice slipped a finger from his right hand between my cheeks and one from his left hand into Scotty as he moved his mouth from one of us to the other, kissing us with long, tongue-probing kisses.

Later, we lay on one of the larger lounge chairs together and continued to play until the three of us were erect again. When we got back into our bed, I told Scotty to get on his hands and knees and I quickly pushed my nine inches into him. He needed no lube by this time but I did as Maurice moved behind me and filled me with his cock.

Being a bottom was a relatively new thing for me. I had only been enjoying it for the past four months. When Scotty and I met, we were both thirty years old and he considered himself versatile and I was a total top. I had tried to get fucked at the age of eighteen, but decided within a few seconds that I was a top and wanted to keep it that way. Over the years, I heard, "Alex, let it happen. You'll absolutely love it if you just give it a chance."

I was happy as a top and saw no reason to take a cock in my ass. Scotty, while he said he was versatile, had no problem being a bottom for me. I fell in love with him the very first night that I went home with him. He took a little longer than that, but in the weeks that followed, we were almost monogamous because we couldn't get enough of each other. Once he admitted that he was in love with me, I moved in with him and our love grew stronger and continues to grow even now, four years later.

In the beginning, we tried our best to stick with couples for our recreational sex. We searched the Internet and went to bars on the weekends, and while we found several, many of them we saw only one time. Others we met twice or even three times, but most of them left us dissatisfied. We finally decided that if we just worried about finding guys that interested us as individuals, it would be much easier than trying to find a couple that we both agreed on.

I brought home bottoms and Scotty brought home both tops and bottoms. He liked topping the smaller guys, but we both went for smaller men when looking for a bottom, so Scotty ended up as a bottom most of the time. We tried to coordinate our tricks so that we could still play together as a foursome. We both were able to connect when we went to the bars, but we both found guys on our favorite Internet sites and often played while the other was left out.

On a Friday afternoon as I was returning home from a week in Atlanta, I left the airport and drove directly to a bar for a drink. Scotty was also out of town on business and wouldn't be back until Saturday morning. Often when we cruised, we kept each other in mind and sometimes ended up finding guys that we knew the other would probably like. It was that way when I met Leroy on that Friday. I sat next to him, and thought he was really too good looking to not try to get acquainted with.

Leroy was six foot tall, dark-skinned, Jamaican, but without an accent for he had lived in the United States since he was six years old. Now, at twenty eight, he was slender with well defined muscles, a beautiful smile, a thick moustache and a neat goatee. As I sat on the bar next to him, I could see the muscles in his thighs through his tight fitting jeans. We talked enough so that I was comfortable telling him about my open relationship and he told me he was married and for the time being, planned to stay that way.

I knew he was hot for me so remembering that I had my van with me that day, I invited him out to it and we pulled the shades over the windows and found ourselves very comfortable in a sixty-nine position in the back. He had a beautiful, uncut eight inches, that leaked of precum almost from the moment I took it in my mouth.

Later, after we had sucked each other to completion, we lay naked in the van, talking more and more about our lives away from the little neighborhood bar where we had just met. When we finally went our separate ways, he asked me for my phone number and promised to call. He didn't give me his, but I hoped he would call. I had my doubts.

Later that night when I spoke with Scotty on the phone, I told him about Leroy and suggested that I thought the two of them would be an even better match than he and I. Afterall, Leroy was a top and I was a top so our play together would be limited to blowjobs.

Meanwhile, on a Saturday afternoon, Scotty had gone to a movie with his friend, Jill, and when he dropped her off, he stopped at an Adult book store on way home. He called me to tell me that he met Tyrone, a hot black guy that he wanted to bring home with him. "How would you feel about that?" he asked. "I won't do it unless you're okay with it."

It was a courtesy call. He knew that I would never object to his bringing someone home, but we both always checked with the other for their blessing.

Tyrone turned out to be a charmer. When they arrived, we sat for nearly an hour and chatted. He was confident, good-looking, educated, and with a beard that really made him look distinguished. It was about a half inch long and neatly trimmed. The hair on his head was cut very close. He looked as though he may have shaved his head at one time and it was just beginning to grow out. Whatever it was, he looked great.

Tyone and Scotty went to our bedroom later and I managed to keep busy, looking over some problem accounts that I had been worrying about. Three hours later, they had not emerged from our bedroom.

Scotty and I had reservations to celebrate his first year of sales in excess of two million dollars from his clothing line. It was mostly sexy underwear, jockstraps and swimwear, but he had started the business on his own and it had taken off. I was just getting ready to call and cancel the reservations when the two of them came into the kitchen where I was cleaning up a little beer that I had spilled. Scotty said, "I'm sorry baby. I lost track of the time. We've still got time to make it." He opened the refrigerator and leaned over to take a couple of bottles of water out. I could see his little mancunt glistening from the lube that remained between his cheeks.

Glancing at Tyrone, I could see that his now flaccid cock was a nice, nice inches. I studied it quickly and decided that if mine were black, Scotty wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

Scotty sounded apologetic. I said, "We can cancel if you like. We can do it another time."