Miami: Coconut Grove Pt. 02

Tony had never been to Miami, and thought all of what he saw on television was unreal. He'd learn quickly that Miami was more than television, it truly was a playground of which he'd enjoy thoroughly. He also didn't figure a man of Sam's nature could be so trusting, and so promiscuous to where he let a random black man invade his home. He didn't realize he'd get a free vacation from a stranger, only to be defiled, receive fellatio, and fed by one of the world's greatest cooks.

"It should be a crime for shrimp to taste this good," said Tony to Sam, two hours after he blessed him.

"How he made this crust, stick to the shrimp, is a thing of magic.

Jim laughed as the three of them sat in Sam's sumptuous dining room. Jim, a big time chef, was summoned by his "good friend" Sam to prepare a meal for two. The bearded Jim, a Brooklyn native, specialized in gourmet cuisine as he owned restaurants worldwide, in addition to cooking on demand for some of the world's most celebrated people. He and Sam met in their humble beginnings, as 20-somethings when Sam was an apprentice in a trade firm, and Jim was just starting out as a cook in a Myrtle Beach eatery. A chance meeting at the now-shuddered infamous establishment was the breeding ground for their bond, for Sam told the waitress he wanted to compliment the cook on the breakfast served, and ultimately Sam was on his knees in the bathroom, "thanking" Jim by swallowing his baby makers within a five minute suck session. The two climbed the ladder of life, becoming extraordinaire in their career choices to cross paths in Miami, where Jim owned a property nearby.

"That crust you speak of, is of parmesan," Jim corrected Tony. "It's one of Sam's favorites."

Sam blushed as Tony was licking his fingers..

"I'd figure living in Norfolk, you'd get your fill of shrimp," he said to Tony.

"I love seafood, but they ain't cooking it like this," Tony replied, as he greedily licked the plate.

"I'll happily cook you whatever else you like," Jim told Tony while looking at Sam.

Sam told him of the hot stud he came across in his travels. Jim, too, had an online profile on Growlr, and checked out the stud himself. Jim, a hungry verse bottom bear, was curious about the guy who put his friend in a tizzy. He doubled down on a visit in seeing Sam while he was in Miami, for he, too, wanted an up close and personal gander at an underrated forklift driver.

"The way you sucked your fingers made my toes curl," Jim said to Tony.

Tony was embarrassed at scouring the plate with his tongue.

"Dude, we're pigs just like you when it comes to food," Sam told him. "You had enough, or does my culinary friend here need to spoil you rotten this evening?"

Tony declined the offer for he was full off what Jim prepared. Sam grabbed his plate, then cleared the table before dispatching the two to the living room. Sam was about to clean the mess, when he asked the two if they were in the mood for spirits.

"Wine on hand," Tony asked.

Sam arrived at the living room with a bottle of Pinot Noir, as well as two glasses he'd hand to his two guests. He poured, then put the bottle down on the coffee table, before heading back to finish cleaning what was left behind.

"So you're in the warehouse industry," Jim asked as they had a quick toast. "Tell me more about yourself."

Tony rambled on about his family, and his ambitions as Jim's blue eyes focused attentively. Jim saw more than what Sam described: he saw an aspiring writer, someone who elaborated well on their craft of penning words to paper. Tony described he enjoyed writing comedy and drama plots, and was forced to share some of his work by the interested Jim. Jim was blown away by Tony's beauty, and brains, for he read some of his work from Tony's phone.

"I'm impressed. And are you single," he asked Tony.

"Obviously I'm not," Jim replied, before the both of them chuckled.

"Well, you're a smart ass, that's for sure," Jim would rebuttal. "Albeit a cute one."

Tony took a sip, then Sam would arrive with another glass to pour for himself. Sam sat between them on the couch, with Tony to his right, and Jim to his left.

"You fucker, why didn't you tell me about the Virginia studs," Jim asked Sam.

"Just a diamond in the rough, ain't he," Sam asked as he and Jim made eye contact.

Jim was rubbing Sam's left knee before he lunged towards Sam for a kiss.

"What's that for," Sam asked, as Jim thanked him for inviting him over.

"I knew buddy would be hungry, and there's no better cook in Miami."

"I think you wanted to show off your big dicked friend to me," Jim said to Sam.

"A little," Sam replied as the two of them were making out.

Tony had a good view of the two, as he went back and forth from eyeing the television, while sipping his wine. He watched the two of them suddenly heat up as they took off their shirts, with the Jim putting his glass on the coffee table as Sam handed his to Tony.

"So this is how you two get down," Tony asked.

"Very much," Jim replied. "And you're also gonna get down with us."

The two Caucasians looked back at their ebony friend with devilish grins. Jim broke the moment of silence by grabbing Sam's chin to coerce him into a naughty French kiss, with Sam putting his hands on Jim's nipples. "I Love Lucy" became the backdrop as Tony focused fully on the two, with his dick hardened in his shorts as he felt "round two" coming on. He got off the couch, and sipped his last bit of wine as the two of them got lost in each other. They'd end up naked, and in a "69" position, with Jim being on top, eating Sam's pink hole while face fucking Sam. Tony was enjoying it all, and keeping his composure as he waited for the right moment to jump in.

"You've tightened up on me," Jim uttered as he stuck his finger in Sam. "Good thing you've got two cocks here to open you up again."

Jim, who stood at five-foot-eleven, 200 lbs., carried an eight inch cock that Sam loved dearly when pressing his prostate. Sam was excited at the idea of being "double teamed," for he hadn't experienced a threesome in a good while.

"Once Tony decides to join the party and take off his clothes......." Sam signaled.

Tony pulled down his shorts while Sam and Jim sat upright on the couch, waiting for the stud to feed them his sweet, black cane.

"Let me see if it tastes as good as it looks," Jim said as Tony stood directly in front of him.

Jim lunged forward to lick at the tip, then closed his mouth on the shaft as he scoured Tony's manhood. Sam smiled as he watched his friend please his new found stud. He was jacking his own cock as he was excited, then found himself doing the same once Tony pulled away from the greedy Jim.

"Oh baby, you have one mean cock there," Jim said before Tony fed him more.

Sam and Jim competed in blowing Tony as they twirled their heads, made sounds, and dropped saliva from their lips as they were sloppy in their approaches. Tony felt the difference in their styles, with one having a slow rhythm as the other had the opposite. Tony was overstimulated by the antics of these two, rich strangers. Jim took it a step further on his third go-round as he licked at Tony's balls, then Sam reached over Tony, as the two of them were pleasing their stud at the same time.

"I can't take this no more," Tony said as he pulled away from the two.

"Got you ready to cum already," Sam asked as he and Jim were fondling each other. "What else do you want us two sluts to do for you?"

Sam, at the request of Tony, was laying on his back while being eaten out by Jim. Sam loved his sensitive hole being fucked, whether tongue, finger or cock, as he swiveled from Jim's beard tickling his middle. Jim's fat tongue flopped inside of Sam like a fish out of water, causing Sam to whimper, while Tony stood back with his dick in hand.

"Guess you wanted me to cook, and eat," Jim joked between bouts of devouring his friend.

Tony thought about how things transpired within the time of him coming to Miami. Meeting Sam on a whim like this was a rush, and to be wooed the way Sam promised just made things that much more incredible. Tony watched the two friends, with one aggressively licking the other, as his own hard dick pulsated in his right hand. He had enough after almost 10 minutes, demanding he "cut in" by feeding the first slut who'd roger up for a fucking.

"He's already on his back, so," Jim joked as Tony's member was at eye level.

Jim wasn't too sure if he was ready to take Tony deep, so he yielded to his willing friend, who was holding his ankles as an invite.

"You're gonna have to be gentle," Sam warned Tony, as Tony hovered.

Tony knelt on the couch with his dick in hand, then leaned forward to rub Sam's twitching hole before he pushed inside. There was no lubricant, but Sam didn't mind the initial pinch as he knew it would trigger his cunt to become saturated. Tony forced himself inside Sam's tight crevice as Sam cooed, with no pause in between the first punch, to Tony being all the way in, balls deep. Jim stood by as he rubbed Tony's left ass cheek, as this was a propellant for Tony to churn back and forth, causing Sam's hole to become a slippery slope.

"That must feel good," Jim said to Sam as Sam was whining loudly.

Sam's eyes were closed, and mouth open wide as he sounded off from Tony hitting the right spots. Tony had a slow groove, as he'd pull out all the way, then push in slowly with a side weave of the hips. Tony's agility was on full display as "moved it in a circle," meaning penetrate, then groove his hips as if he was grinding on the dance floor. Sam could only react noisily as he loved the way Tony's dick massaged his prostate. He begged Tony not to stop, only to cause Tony to pound harder straight forward, digging in and out in a straight line to make his balls slap at Sam's fat ass.

"That's more like it, baby," Jim said as he cupped Tony's ass.

Jim had a hand on Tony's muscular ass, and the other on his dick, as he liked how Tony looked dicking that white hole. Tony sped it up as Sam's legs were now on his shoulders. Tony was chugging away like a piledriver.

"Am I hitting the spot," Tony grunted.

"Yes, but please don't stop," Sam begged before Tony couldn't help himself.

Tony shrugged and grunted as he pumped faster. Every fiber in him wanted to keep going, but he ended up shedding his hot cum deep into the confines of Sam, pulling out only for Jim to replace him.

"Got me so turned on, now its my turn," Jim said to Sam.

Jim leaned forward to hold Sam's legs and begin plowing his friend mercilessly. Sam felt his sloppy hole leaking Tony's cum as Jim tried to fill it with his. Jim didn't need lube due to the creamy mix of two men's cum, with Sam's constant internal ejaculation combining with Tony's sperm to make an easy entry and exit. Tony watched Jim's hairy ass slap at Sam's, as the two friends were sharing a lusty moment. Tony noticed how Sam's hole clutched on Jim's thick prick, and was in awe, for Sam seemed to be able to go for a long time getting fucked.

"You wanna talk about stamina," Tony joked as he watched from behind.

"Oh brother, he's got some good pussy, doesn't he," Jim asked as he, too, was close to yielding.

"Good cocks make good pussy," Sam joked before whimpering from Jim pounding him harder.

"Fuck me, fuck me good, James, then breed me!"

Sam's utterance caused Jim to lose control, and he, too, would blast off inside of Sam as he laid it in balls deep. Jim was shaking as he released his spunk at Sam's sphincter. He didn't pull out after, choosing instead to lay on his friend as the two snickered, and began kissing.

"This is what you really brought me here for, isn't it," Jim asked.

"Well, we were both hungry, but I was hungry for one thing more than the other, obviously," Sam told Jim.

Tony would sit nearby on the floor, watching television as he was high off of everything happening. He watched Jim get off of Sam minutes later, then come to him, and kiss him on the lips as a "thank you" for allowing him to join them. Tony didn't know Jim from a can of paint, but was happy to oblige as Sam was delivering on everything he promised. Jim put on his clothes and left, and Sam would cut off the television, then turn on some 90s rhythm and blues before offering another drink. The two had cocktails while resting in the living room, and Sam would promise to take Tony out on his mini yacht the next day.

"It'd be nice for you to enjoy more of Miami, but on the water," Sam said to Tony.

Tony's mind wandered briefly before he decided to enjoy the moment. He couldn't wait to get out on that purple boat tied to the pier in the rear, for he figured more "shenanigans" would be in place.

To be continued.