Trailblazing BBC

"Hey there, handsome. We've been waiting patiently for you. How was your flight," Harper asked.

"Lovely, except for a few delays in Norfolk," I replied.

I finally made it to Miami after months of talking to Harper, a big time corporate lawyer.

He was a Miami native, and the better half to Jesse, a big businessman, who agreed to host me in their lucrative home. They were fans of my stories, and made it clear that reading my prose kept them hot and bothered, and that they needed to see me in person to see if I was true to what I wrote.

"Your descriptive nature, your play on words at times is a big turn on for us," Harper texted once.

He and his high-rolling husband claimed I had top tier selections to the point where they had a ritual each evening: eat, shower, remain naked and read my story before having a mutual oral session. I was honored, for I wanted nothing more than to get guys off.

"You keep us in heat," Harper told me, as now he was picking me up from the airport.

The well-to-do couple bought me a flight from my home in Norfolk just to spend a weekend with them. The idea of them tossing money around like this wasn't uncommon, for they were doing what many other rich, gay couples did in the Miami area, and that was spare no expense for "fun."

"We're just glad you decided to come," Harper said as he rubbed my knee in his SUV.

It was a perfect Friday afternoon when my plane touched down, and he would have me in the passenger seat of his newer model, pearl colored X5. The BMW had the perfect sound system bumping the late Whitney Houston, and a fresh leather scent on the seats circulating as he had the sunroof open on a perfect 70 degree night, with the sunroof open.

"You look tense," he said as he caressed my knee. "You can relax. Its Miami, baby."

The way those words rolled carefree off his tongue made me exude a sigh of relief. I was only nervous for most of the older Floridians with high sex drives had high expectations, and I, the illustrious writer, wasn't always "getting it in" as I portrayed in my stories.

"That cock ain't hard yet," he asked. "Come on, now. Me and the hubby paid good money to get you down here to prove your words. Don't reneg now."

He slid his slender, white hand into the crotch of my shorts to find how hard I was. He squeezed the tip as if it was the stick shift, and looked over to me briefly with a smile on his face while weaving through traffic. I began to stiffen, and he pulled his hand away to lick the middle after claiming he got a bit of precum.

"Sweet, Virginia boy," he said as I looked around, unphased by his advances as I was just in awe of the palm trees.

"What you're experiencing is southern paradise," he said.

He slipped his hand back in my shorts to learn I was rock hard compared to the first touch, and he let out a huge grin before thanking me for coming to Miami.

"You better be ready for some fun," he said. "But can I make a confession?

We suck a lot of cock."

"So what am I here for," I asked before chuckling.

"For the same reason we met online," he replied as his fingertips gently rubbed my balls. "We've never however had a black cock in either one of our mouths."

I pulled my pants down as he described his last almost-experience with a black guy.

"I was getting coffee at the gas station," he stated. "The guy worked behind the counter and had been flirting with me so much. I almost gave him my number, but felt as if he would flake on me."

I made Harper explain further as I learned they were very selective of playing with guys from off the street.

"Most of the guys we play with are regulars, and by regulars, I mean businessmen from all over the world," he advised.

I initially thought Harper was selective for the wrong reason until we made it to Coconut Grove, a suburb of Miami where million dollar homes were of the norm.

"This is where we live," he told me as we turned down his street. "We don't exactly have random dudes popping up to our place."

He corrected himself to say that color wasn't an issue, going on to say that the handful of guys who had the pleasure of being pleasured in their home were well off, and lived nearby.

"We just don't know a lot of black guys in our tax bracket, or with our responsibilities who like their cocks sucked," he said flatly.

We parked in a ribbon-like driveway behind other nice vehicles, in front of a two story, yellow home that looked like a mini mansion. The area was superbly quiet, with only the sound of the canal in the rear of the property where they had a pool, patio, and other amenities.

"Not too shabby for two poor boys like us," Harper stated as we made it to his front door.

He pushed in the code to open the door to a mini palace, with the largest living room I ever saw, with one of the most handsome men sitting on the couch.

"Oh shit, he made itttttttttt," Jesse yelled as he ran from off the couch to hug me.

He kissed me on the lips, then grabbed my junk as if he wanted to see if it was real.

"Force of habit," he said before grabbing my hand, and bringing me back to the couch.

Harper took my bag to my room down the hall while Jesse and I began a serious conversation.

"Can I be frank with you? And the hubby might've already told you this..but...we....have.....never sucked black cock,"he told me.

He reiterated all of what Harper stated with random men.

"And you're in Miami," I asked. "Liberty City, Carol City, Overtown, and a bunch of other places have what you could've already had."

"We know, but no discretion," Harper said as he sat an ice bucket on the nearby table.

"The places you mentioned, we wouldn't dare drive to on our own, and weren't willing to have guys come from to see us," he said. "Its always business before pleasure."

I admitted I was a little irked, then Harper returned with scotch, and poured glasses before we embarked on a toast.

"You're not a Floridian, and you're here with us," Harper stated.

The glasses tapped, and we took our sips before they mentioned things to do in the area, and places to eat.

"That all sounds nice, but I think we need to get to business first," I told them.

The duo were sitting closer to each other on the opposite side of the couch. Jesse, in his five foot eight, 170 lb. frame, got up to sit closer to me, and let me know how he was enamored with my arrival.

"You smell so damned good," he told me before kissing me.

His lips then made it to my left ear lobe while Harper looked on, sipping his drink. I laid back, and Jesse started kissing my Adam's Apple, then sucking my neck while his hand was inside my shorts. I was primed as Harper looked over and coached him, telling him to undo my shorts to properly get the party started.

"Buddy boy wants to get down to business," said a gulping Harper.

"Let's do just that."

I would get a view of the balding Jesse as now he was weaving towards the middle of my thighs. I undid my shorts, and he in turn pulled them down while Harper stood up to get undressed himself.

"My God, the father of all fathers," Jesse said as he looked at my erect prick.

He made me super hard as he teased me with his touch, and Harper, the completely bald one with tanned skin, walked closer to us with his cock flopping up and down. The slightly taller, yet slender Harper put his hands on his waist while Jesse was going to town on my cock before tapping the back of Jesse's head to he interrupt him from such glorious blowing.

"Alexa, turn off the lights," he said as the lights dimmed, and candles throughout the living room suddenly sparked before Jesse switched.

Jesse gently massaged my balls, while his tongue wrapped around his husband's cock, and Harper, with a big grin on his face, was looking back at me.

"Two cocks are better than one," he said with a jealous look in his eye.

"My turn," I said to Jesse as I tapped the back of his head, and he would suck me while Harper and I smiled, keeping eye contact.

Jesse was on his knees for a bit giving us blow jobs, with his hands at the base of both of our cocks as if he was holding two hot dogs at a picnic. Harper and I kept grilling each other until he reached over, and grabbed my chin to kiss, providing me with the right amount of tongue, as things intensified.

"I'm gonna want some of that cock, too," he whispered to me.

We continued kissing and moaning as Jesse gleefully alternated suction between both cocks.

"He's fucking me first," Jesse uttered under his breath.

"I guess I married one greedy bitch," Harper said in response to his equally eager husband.

Jesse got up briefly to go to the bathroom while Harper quickly got to his knees. Jesse returned, and I had two rich bitches at my feet as they took turns gobbling this big, black dinger.

Jesse tongue swiped at the base until Harper grabbed it away, trying to get it all the way down his mouth until he gagged on it, and handed it back to Jesse. These two with their stigma were treating me like the king I was, taking turns using my cock as a tongue depressor, drooling all over themselves.

"Who you wanna fuck first," Harper asked while Jesse stroking me.

"Me, that's who, Jesse said as he rubbed my left thigh.

The two of them chuckled, then made out again as I stood up. Right then, Jesse pulled away from Harper to bury his head in my crotch once more, instead this time he used his tongue at the base of my cock, swiping through pubic hairs, down to the strands under my nutsack as he began licking my balls. I grabbed the back of his hair as this was the best feeling, having someone tongue wash my full pair while his moans vibrated on my skin. Harper wouldn't be undone and managed to weave to my right side, and get his tongue, and lips on the right nut while his husband sucked the other. I wanted to stroke my cock and have them work the load out of me, but I slapped the sides of their faces to keep them focused on the task at hand: me fucking the fire from them.

"You bitches bend over on the couch," I told them.

"You bastards," I whispered as Harper was to the left, and Jesse was to the right, the couple grunting as they greedily slobbered my knob.

Harper ran into the bedroom, and came back with a tube of lubricant. The two of them got on the couch, with Harper to my left, and Jesse to the right as they propped their asses simultaneously. I took a moment to study their beautifully crafted asses as one was darker than the other, with one being a regular tanner, and the other just pale. Not either of them had a dent or dimple in their peaches, yet shared the same pigmentation between their cheeks: dark caverns with purple holes, both the circumference of a lead pencil. I squeezed the lubricant in both hands to rub their heaving holes, then stroked my cock as it throbbed from enjoying the sight of them patiently waiting.

"Here we go," I warned before I pressed forward into Harper.

I paid no mind to him wincing while I forced my shiny meat inside of his tight crevice.

"Oh, there it is," Jesse called out as he heard his husband breathing heavy. "You must've hit it good, Mannie. Hit that pussy."

Indeed I "hit it" as the breach was hard and deep, and I would pull out completely before repeating the assault again and again. Harper was the one I first talked to, the one who picked me up at the airport as he started all this, and I felt deeply he needed to be nailed more than Jesse.

"How's that black cock," Jesse asked as he looked over at Harper.

"Just shut up and kiss me," Harper demanded before I began thrusting harder inside of him.

Harper wailed due to the "hits" I was giving as I drove deep inside of him. I grabbed both cheeks as I rammed myself inside of him, seeing that purple hole stretch like a church fan each time I pulled out. He got a few plows until I pulled out of him, and pushed into Jesse's puckering hole while they continued to kiss.

"Oh fuck. Mannie," he cried out.

"Gotta open up," I said to him as he had the tighter hole between the two.

I showed him equal mercy in dialing this dick across his prostate. He, too, had a pretty stretch, except reached an assgasm sooner with his hole jizzing all over the base of my stick, and squeezing it as I witnessed a pretty contrast.

"Black dick ravaging both of your holes," I said as I chiseled into Jesse.

"Say it loud!"

"I'm black and I'm proud," they both repeated the James Brown-induced slogan, and I switched from one, back to the other.

I gave equal taps to the both of them over and over, and they'd stop kissing for they needed to focus on feeling good while this dick massaged their guts. I loved the sloppiness of it all, their burping holes, and the scent of their cum as it littered my cock from tip to base. It seemed as though the harder I pounded them, the more they wanted as they wailed in unison from my cadence driven taps.

"Some sweet, daddy pussy for you to have all weekend," Harper said as both of their holes curved perfectly for me.

Harper would be the one to tap out first, and so I stopped fucking him to focus on jamming Jessee until he, too, would stop.

"You bitches ain't finished," I told them as I stepped back.

They turned to sit down on the couch, with Jesse reaching for me to come closer. He sucked their juices off of me, then Harper grabbed his chin to kiss before Harper got his mouth on my cock.

"We love this beefstick," Harper said as he turned to stroke it. "We love everything about it."

"Come lay on the couch so we can finish you off," Jesse directed as he stood up.

Harper would stand as I sat down, and reclined on the couch to expose everything within the middle. Jesse took his mouth to my cock, while Harper worked my ass and balls as they both held down my hands. I had to sit there and enjoy them pleasuring me directly as I was losing it. I loved my ass rimmed, and my balls feasted on the same as my cock was being massaged through their lips. I thought about how this all kicked off from them reading my stories, and wanting to not only see if the content reflected reality, but have their first black dick. They showed their addiction as they exposed an affliction, or a stigma perhaps as they skipped out on black cock. The two of them were locked in as I was close to releasing my beloved seed, with the both of them switching back and forth in rotation blowing me, until I whimpered from not being able to contain it any more.

"Mmmmmmm." Jesse moaned as he would be the lucky cum bandit.

My dick was deep in his mouth as I made it rain, my body shaking while the both of them had their mouths on me. Harper let loose of my nuts and begged Jesse for a "taste," with Jesse turning his head, and sticking out his tongue to relay my cum to his husband. They were like two pigs in swapping saliva and semen, groaning as they facilitated a scene only mimicked by a porn flick.

"So I guess the stories are real," Harper said when they finished.

We all laughed, and they kissed my thighs, knees, legs and feet as the worship moment came to a close.

"I've never been fucked that good," Jesse said as we sat on the couch later. "I mean, really. I can't remember a time I've been fucked like that."

"My only wish is that we did it sooner," Harper stated as he rubbed my left hand.

This was only the beginning of a hot weekend in Miami, for I would fly back north that Monday, leaving knowing I helped these rich tricks get past any stigma. The stories intensified, and they admitted to breaking their "rule" on local black cock to the point where that was all they wanted.

I felt like a pioneer.