Snippets: A Friend From 7-11 Finale

I was plotting on the studly Martin from the first moment I saw him. I had no business hanging at the 7-11 on Granby Street, for it wasn't for the coffee, or the friendly staff, but I was scoping the place for potential playmates. Sure I'm married, and to the love of my life I add, but this deep desire to have a cock at both ends is something I know I will take to the grave. I always considered myself bi, but didn't act on being with men until my final year in the military.

The ship I was assigned to was doing a shipyard period, when extensive maintenance happens prior to it getting back fully operational. Being in my position as the repair officer, I often crossed paths with the shipyard crew, specifically important leaders, as we were constantly in talks of the progress of maintenance during the time frame. I met Brent, a superintendent who eventually got me hired on at the shipyard, as he and I would chat daily about the ship, the Navy, and our personal lives. Brent was one sharply dressed brother, as he was an older Irish guy from Detroit, who like me, had a family, and was proud of his service. He and I meshed even more during the time in the shipyard, to where we met for beers, and more, on a Friday night after work.

Byron saw something in me to where he decided to make a pass at me. I was feeling vulnerable, for my wife wasn't really engaging in sexual activity (at least with me). I needed love, I needed love, I needed affection, and I guess I needed cock as he claimed he'd never been sucked like I did to him. I blew him good enough to where he spilled his sperm down my throat, and though the load was bitter, I loved the texture of it, as well as the idea of pleasing another man. We ended up spending the night together, the both of us telling our wives we had too much to drink, and "scored a room" to keep from catching a DUI. We literally slept together as we rested, then in the wee hours he fucked me, teaching me how to douche prior to taking my cherry.

I naturally hated the first feeling of his big, white cock splitting my ass. He'd eat my hole for a few minutes after the initial poke, rimming me so good that I begged for him to try again, and he did with much success. This triggered regular meetings, and eventually Brent would move on from me, but infuse the constant desire for me to be a whore. I retired as a naval officer, and moved on to earning the same position as Brent at the shipyard, as well as a somewhat known "undercover slut" to the guys who needed to know. I became selective however as I had to protect myself at all costs. I used rubbers, or sometimes it never got that far since I have superior oral skills, and could make a guy cum once my tongue swatted at his foreskin.

When Martin first came into the store that day, I was on a hiatus from cock, and resorting to beating my own cock, or riding my vibrator from time to time. I called this a "cleansing period," when I treated my body as a temple until Martin's fine, black ass showed in uniform. We exchanged words that first time, then I realized he was a regular in the store like me, to where we somewhat became "friends." Every morning before I hung out in the store, and he'd come in, with his bright smile, and tall, strong figure whisking past me. He initially thought I owned the store until I explained that I was just a figure within. Finding him on Grindr made me charge fully at having him in bed. I gambled, and I won when he came over to my place while the wife was gone, and let me ride it until he filled me as if his cock was a gas nozzle.

"No way we don't do this again," I told him after.

We did, and if nothing else, I'd go to his place a few streets over and blow that cock until his sweet medicine filled my throat. I was damn near in love with the tall, black drink of water as he was passionate among other things. Our chemistry was on 100, and I stopped seeing other guys while he and I engaged like we did.

"What if I bring a buddy into the equation," he said one time after I finished him off.

"You suck him, and I fuck you from behind?"

I was laying on Martin's chiseled chest, rubbing the stubble as he pushed the idea. I'd never been with two guys at once, and loved the idea, but had a certain affinity for my neighborhood friend. I wasn't in the market of sharing him, or being shared with another guy, for I truly caught feelings for Martin. I let him know it had to be someone he really knew, and someone we both could trust for I couldn't "take anything home to the wife." I mean, in reality, my sex life with her was all but dried up, but there was the guilt in knowing my health was compromised due to a hot adventure that was already considered taboo.

"My boy Tim," Martin told me, as he handed me his phone from the nightstand.

Tim was tall, and black like him, but more slender, and a little lighter. He went on to explain that he and Tim once hooked up to do a guy just like me: in his 60s, chubby, white, and fat. I laughed, and asked Martin to explain why it was that black men loved a fat, white ass.

"Its payback for all the shit 'the man' puts us through," he joked, as I slapped his left nipple.

He went to explain that he himself needed a fat, appreciative ass to take care of all of his cock. He mentioned Tim was just as "blessed" between the legs, and equally loved a guy like me taking care of all his needs, for his girlfriend didn't fit the bill. He texted Tim, then took a photo of us in bed to send Tim before Tim ended up calling his phone.

"Who's the slut," I could hear Tim ask.

Martin made me speak as he turned on the speaker phone. Tim sounded sexy, and like Martin, was all alpha as he was turning me on even after Martin pounded me good.

"You ever been fucked by two black dudes at the same time," he asked.

"I haven't," I said, as I became frightened, and Martin laughed.

He saw the look on my face, and Tim quickly cleared up his statement.

"Not two dicks in you, but one at both ends," Tim asked, as that made me sigh.

"We're talking about a spit roast."

"Never been spit roasted," I answered. "But I would love it if the two of you introduced me."

I got to know Tim a little more, and we clicked instantly. Martin hung up after 30 minutes or so, and I got out of the bed, needing to get dressed and get home while his cum was drooling out of my hole. The next day, Martin texted me to see what my plans were for the coming Friday.

"Tim wants to meet," he messaged, and I'd find that the wife would be on an outing with her friends.

I agreed to the encounter, and that afternoon I was driving my car to his place. Martin played bartender, and planned to fire up the grill as he was making it a "boys outing." I texted the wife to let her know I was "hanging with a friend," then stripped naked, and made out with the assistance of rum and Coke, until Tim came to join us. The hot stud was draped in his service dress whites, looking sharp as he mentioned attending a change of command ceremony. We were in Martin's large living room, with him and I sitting on the couch while Tim stood in front of us, chatting.

"No ceremony is happening here," Martin said to him as he hinted he needed to disrobe.

"Come out them whites, bro."

Tim would give me a strip tease unknowingly as he came out of his clothes. Tim, who could've been six-foot-four, maybe another inch, was slim, but muscular with his defined arms, and sculpted chest. He neatly folded every item of clothing, and gave me a show as I saw the curves in his muscles. He stripped down to his boxers, and I'd see his dong hanging as if it was struggling. He pushed down his underwear, and I'd see his package as it was surrounded with pubes at the base of his jet black cock. Martin stood up and got beside his friend, then they faced me, then walked towards me as I sat up on the couch, wanting to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming.

"Got me two, black Navy boys," I said.

Their hardened dicks, one darker than the other, was right in my face. I was an inch or less from both of them, and so I examined them, placing my hands on both as they were thick, warm, and long. I looked up at the men to see smiles on handsome faces, and I thought I would have a stroke for I was so excited to be in the position I would be in.

"Suck my boy, Timmy," Martin demanded.

Martin gave me permission to immediately give gratification to Tim. I did, latching on that sausage with my eyes closed, and face planted deep as I tried to engulf him off the bat. I of course loved the feeling of a cock down my throat, for the sensation reverberated throughout me. Tim was just as thick as his friend, and my hole went into convulsions while my cock was hard, and drooling precum.

"Now show some love to my boy, Martin," Tim said to me.

I stopped glazing Tim to do the same to Martin, while both of them rubbed my chest. I felt my nipples being pulled, and it made me gobble my local lover even more as he knew I loved my nipples being abused. I stopped blowing him, and went back to Tim as they seemed to harden the more I sucked. Tt became a back and forth thing, with me wanting badly to get fucked as the juices in me were raging out of control.

"I had enough. You gon' make me cum too quick," Tim said as he pulled away.

"Take it to the bedroom where we can really get things going," Martin said to us.

They helped me off the couch, and Martin led us from the living room, to another bedroom to continue the fun. He insisted on a guest bedroom, where the bed was raised a little higher off the ground to give advantage to us. I instinctively laid on my back, then put my legs in the air.

"You love missionary," I heard Martin say, before he walked out, and down the hall.

Tim was staring at me, and admiring my hole from a couple of feet away until he kneeled at the edge of the bed. He caught me totally by surprise when his tongue rubbed on my prostate. It was a sweet brushing, then a definite imposition as he dug it in, and made me shiver as he began tongue fucking me. Tim ate me sloppily as I moaned from the sensation of being devoured. Martin returned with a bottle of lubricant in his hand as we made eye contact, and he started smiling as he saw I was thoroughly enjoying myself. He climbed onto the bed, tossing the lubricant to my left side, and moved to where he could feed me his cock directly. I put my legs up, and they were supported by Tim as he hungrily worked my hole, and I would swivel my neck to allow my lips to swirl around Martin's thick cock, as I was merely paying forward some pleasure. The three of us were moaning due to Tim's skills. He might've rimmed me a good 20 to 30 minutes, while Martin would face fuck me as if he was trying to control blowing his load. Tim stopped with the rimming, and slipped his finger inside of me. I wailed as he teased my prostate, then screamed as he advanced the finger forward to have me begging for his cock. Martin tossed the lubricant to Tim, and Tim dabbed a little bit on his hand to stroke that raging penis. A moment later he slipped inside me slowly, with my hole reacting in a way that gave me goosebumps as he slid in completely. There wasn't the pain of the new cock. My ass welcomed it since Tim skillfully ate me to where it seemed his cock laid in my skin. He jerked his hips back and forth slowly, and Martin, now laying on his side, was moving his pelvis to face fuck me from how he laid.

"Remember when he asked if you liked being fucked by two black dudes," Martin asked.

"I think he's loving it right now," Tim said as I couldn't answer with cock in my mouth.

These special fucks made both of my holes feel incredible. I absolutely loved the way Tim's black missile landed on my sphincter. He was aggressive in jabbing my walls, with that cock head rushing my prostate zone each time as I found myself being a wet mess down below. Martin's fabulous cock was already addictive for he was a precummer, and his hard projectile felt good on my soft lips. I was in pure ecstasy until the both of them stopped. Tim pulled out of me, and Martin moved back, as this signaled for them to switch places.

"I want you to ride, and suck my boy Timmy at the same time," Martin said to me.

We got into position, with Tim getting off the bed first, and I to follow. Martin eased his way to the edge of the bed, and like the first time we met, I straddled my hips to sit down on his cock. Tim fucked me good enough to where Martin seemed to just fall in. Tim walked forward, and fed me his cock slathered in my cum and lubricant while I bounced up and down on Martin. I couldn't hide my excitement as I was going up and down on that cock while whining loudly. Tim's thick head being lodged at my throat couldn't stop me from being so verbal. I loved bouncing on Martin, for it seemed his stanchion of a cock kept hitting the spots to make me milk myself.

"Your boy here is a slut, bro," Tim said to Martin.

I wanted to tell him I was a proud one, one who loved to ride a dick, while having another in his mouth. I even started jacking myself, for the feeling of Martin's cock hitting my inner ridges triggered me wanting to bust a load. Tim stated how impressed he was with me being so agile. Martin answered by chalking it up to me being a skillful whore with a desire to play with random strangers at the 7-11. That made me laugh, and I'd slow down on riding Martin until he slapped my ass, with the sting getting back to my normal bouncing.

"He ain't tell you to stop," Tim said to me as I whizzed my head back and forth.

Each time I was getting tired, Martin would slap my ass cheeks harder, and I'd begin rotating my hips to continue pleasing his cock.

"Mr. 7-11," Tim said to me.

"You are about to get that cream you were looking for, for your coffee."

He took control and began fucking my face. He placed his hands on my sweaty forehead, and jammed back and forth as I kept my head still. Martin even started pounding me from the bottom as I started jacking my own cock in furious fashion. The mood I felt was that all three of us were on the cusps of shooting a load. Martin told me to keep still, and so he thrust his hips repeatedly as his dick pumped deep inside. I felt it pushing back and forth, while Tim was doing the same to my throat. I was at my maximum threshold as the two of them took full control of me, with Tim, grunting and panting, blowing his load directly to the back of my throat.

It turned into a domino effect once Martin stopped pumping, and I'd feel his hot cum shooting inside of me, as I would blow my own load onto the carpeted floor. I took a moment to enjoy Tim's sweet nectar as he pulled his cock away clean. I licked my lips, then got off of Martin before turning around, and cleaning off his cock of our juices. I thought about how they introduced me to such hot sex. I wasn't sure if I could go back to having one guy, for the way their cocks felt inside of me, the way they bred me, was something I didn't anticipate. My hole was swollen for almost two weeks, and so I went on complete hiatus, but was proud to be able to reach this point. Seeing Martin like I did in 7-11 turned out to be a good thing, and of course, we became natural friends, aside from the bedroom, for our chemistry was inexplicable.