Hunted Pt. 03

Kyle couldn't deny it. He wanted to follow Myles under the stadium.

He wanted to suck that cock.

Even with his wife and parents and kids in that stadium.

Even with this oldest son out on the field.

Even with those damn busybodies, Mike and Gloria Kaminski, at the concessions stand.

He wanted to go under the stadium, get on his knees, and just be NEAR that black cock.

And yet... it wasn't just the cock he loved.

His new crew of black lovers--fuck, did he really have a crew of them? FUCK!--they just had something that got to him, something he didn't know was there for more than 40 years of his life.

The look in their eyes. Their swagger. Their smirks. Their laughter. Their confident hands. And yes, their cocks and balls and beautiful, sleek, ebony muscle--FUCK!

He had to do it.

With one more look over his shoulder, he grabbed Myles's hand.

"I should get my head examined, doing this," he muttered with a nervous laugh.

"Don't worry, baby." Myles tugged him along. "I'll cum quick and get you back to your wife and kids."

Kyle grimaced but made no protest. His dick had started to swell, and his asshole had that dull vibe humming in its pucker, a deep-seated buzz that had become familiar in the past several months, just waiting to burst into a tingle.

How had it come to this?

Kyle could remember leading one of his first girlfriends under a stadium very similar to this one, years ago, just to kiss her, after winning one of his own football games. Was he really now following a black man less than half his age and getting ready to suck that man's cock?

Yes. Yes, he was.

And his swollen dick twitched at the very thought.

FUCK! He ran a hand over his groin and gently squeezed it.

"It's gotta be REALLY fast," he muttered. "There're people around."

"Aw, we all private under here," Myles cooed. "Everyone too busy with their own shit."

Their feet crunched on littered trash as they made their way. The stadium's shadowy underbelly surrounded them with darkness, broken only by the undulating light of the crowd above them. Kyle looked up at the shifting shadows.

"Fuck. I hope no one looks down."

"They won't, handsome. They too busy looking at the game. Now get that off." Myles plucked at Kyle's sweatshirt. Proud Dad of #7, it said, boasting the mascot of Kyle's son's team.

"What? Why?"

"I don't wanna cum on that pretty sweatshirt, baby. Wouldn't look right with cum stains on ya when ya'll stand down on the field and you get that carnation."

Kyle looked doubtful. "I could just swallow your cum, like normal."

"Baby. You know you can't always catch it all in that pretty mouth." Myles patted Kyle's cheek.

The proud dad of #7 blushed. "Okay. But, seriously, I can't believe I'm doing this!"

Despite his protest, Kyle yanked off his cap and sweatshirt quickly enough. Myles hummed softly in appreciation as Kyle's broad, white shoulders and lightly feathered, gym-toned pectorals came into view. No longer sporting the abs of his youth--had he been a star, like his son? Myles imagined so--Kyle nevertheless had a flat stomach with light fuzz on it that almost thickened to a trail under his belly button. He was a beauty, a true standout among the other suburban dads.

"We gotta go fast!" Kyle rubbed his arms and shivered.

"I know, Kenny, baby." Myles unzipped his pants. "But we still gotta enjoy--"

Myles hesitated. There was a sudden movement behind them.

"What?" Kyle started to turn.

"Baby, hush!" Myles gripped Kyle's chin and kept him facing forward. "Kiss me."

Kyle huffed a laugh, but offered his lips easily enough. Myles pressed their mouths together, keeping an eye on the shadowy figure following them at distance.

Was that--

It was!

Well, fuck!

It was Mike, the nosey dad from concessions, slipping into the stadium's depths behind them. To spy.

Myles chuckled. White dudes! If this guy wanted a little show, Myles could sure give him one. He raised his voice slightly.

"Baby," he said, louder than necessary, "I can be fast if you SUCK GOOD!"

Kyle's teeth chattered slightly as he smiled and licked his lips from the kiss. "Oh, I'll be good! Now, c'mon! Get it out! I'm cold! I can NOT believe--"

"And baby--say, you better get outta yer pants, too, doncha think? I don't wanna spill on ya!"

Kyle gave Myles a wry look. "Are you trying to get me naked, man?" He giggled nervously and glanced again at the shifting shadows of the crowd above them.

Myles flashed a wide smile. "C'mon, baby." He eyed Mike's crouching figure. I'll give ya a show to remember, he thought.

"Aggh!" Kyle's face flushed with excitement. "Fine!"

Kicking off his shoes, he scrunched down his jeans and soon stood before Myles in nothing but a pair of white designer briefs and his wedding ring.

"Fuck!" Myles couldn't believe it. The poor son of a bitch really did trust him. He gave Kyle the once-over as the dark figure of Mike slipped closer, peeking from behind a girder.

"Baby, I dig your undies!" he gripped Kyle at the hips. "Can I have them?"

"What?" Kyle chuckled and bounced on the balls of his feet. "No! I mean, I'm already freezing and--"

"It'll help me get off quicker, baby. Get you back in your clothes faster."

Kyle sighed, but a grin creeped across his face. Perhap he was enjoying the danger a little, or maybe his will was so turned, he'd do whatever Myles said. Either way, with a little excited yelp, he bent over and whipped off the briefs, his pale, tight buns bouncing free.

"Fine! There!" He straightened up, stark naked now except for that wedding ring and a big grin. "Here ya go!"

Myles heard Mike gasp, and he hooted cover it.

"Awww, lookit you, BABY!" Myles clapped his hands and gratefully received the proffered undies, shoving them in his back pocket. "You gorgeous, Kenny!"

Kyle continued to stand before him proudly, naked, grinning, proud of his own naughtiness, rubbing his arms and shivering. Myles's eyes dropped down to his little white-boy bits, exposed and hanging free--

"Awww, you so CUTE, Kenny!" Myles cackled and thrust out two fingers, slipping them under Kyle's chilly balls, pulled up tight in the November air, and tickled them playfully.

Kyle laughed and danced ridiculously on his toes.

"Stop! STOP!" he giggled.

Myles hummed with more appreciation. The guy was sort of cute when he got this way.

He shoved the thought aside. He couldn't FALL for the sucker!

He stopped tickling Kyle's tight, pale balls and instead gripped them delicately between two fingers and a thumb. He rubbed them gently, stepping closer.

"Gotta keep these buds warm," he cooed. He nibbled at Kyle's neck.

"Oh, Myles!" Kyle was turning to butter, his body already writhing with pleasure. "Fuck!" He'd always had sensitive balls, but no woman, much less his wife, had ever paid as much attention to them as Myles and his black buddies had, something massaging, sometimes stroking, sometimes fondling or petting or tickling them, just as he did to his own wife's pussy. It was thrilling, and both his dick and his ass were responding as the dull buzz in his pucker started to spread deeper into his man-pussy and curl around the root of his cock. "Fuckkkk!" He rolled his eyes and grabbed his nipples to pinch them.

"Yeah. You like that, baby." Myles looked over Kyle's shoulder. He could see Mike's wide eyes.

Oh, yeah, you pervy shit, Myles thought. Imma give you something to remember here.

Myles kept rubbing the cold testicles, and Kyle kept writhing and whimpering in pleasure, pinching his tits relentlessly. Myles imagined what Mike was seeing from behind: Kyle's tight bubble buns, dimpling and jiggling as he melted in the hands of another man.

Once, those buns had probably raced across the gridiron as his jock-boy son did now, making his own father proud; or trotted around the baseball diamond as girls with puppy crushes and MILFs watched; or tightened and relaxed as he thrust dick into his girlfriends and wife. Now they were almost vibrating with excitement for the touch of a man.

"Mm, baby. Ya know, I knew your bits was small," Myles said, still more loudly than necessary, "but in the cold, you even smaller, baby."

Kyle laughed. He was used to banter from his crew of black lovers about his small private parts.

"Yeah, well--it's getting bigger now!" he crowed. He threw his hands over his head and shook his hips playfully. "Bigger for you, buddy!"

It was true: Kyle's daddy dick was at its full 5 inches.

"You're liking this, ain't ya?" Myles said, still out loud, still glancing over Kyle's dancing shoulders towards Mike. How those buns must be bouncing now!

Kyle laughed and shook his hips more. "As much as you are! Now, c'mon, we gotta--"

In a flash, Myles shoved the white-boy daddy to his knees. Over his head, he locked eyes with Mike.

Mike stared back. Myles could see his mouth was open in shock. There was a blue glow on his face, illuminating it all--ahhh!

The dirty bastard had his phone out.

Myles didn't blame him. He'd record this shit, too.

"Baby," Myles murmured, patting Kyle's face. "Turn around."

"Huh?" Kyle looked up from where he sat, a successful family man, now naked in public and resting on his haunches, pinching his nipples and twitching his cock, surrounded by discarded paper cups, popcorn bags, and cigarettes, waiting to wrap lips around a big, black dick.

"I said, turn around."

Kyle's fingers paused their pinching. "Myles, we can't actually fuck! I can't--"

"And that's half time!" It was the announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, kids and grandparents, please stay in the stands! In just a few moments, we will recognize the fine senior players of the WILDCATS! But FIRST: OUR HALF TIME SHOW FROM THE NORTH BAND!"

Kyle swore. "SHIT! That's ME! I gotta go!"

Myles just flashed his white teeth in the dark and scrunched his own pants to his knees. He knew how to stop Kyle.

His thick, ebony cudgel swung free, wreathed by a trimmed dusting of pubes that glistened in the subdued lighting.

Now it was Kyle's turn to gasp.

"Oh! There it is!" He sounded awed as he released his tits and reached out to fondle the thick stick and dangling balls. He thumbed the shroom head and lightly gripped the shaft before massaging it, his eyes warm with what could only be called love.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "Fucking beautiful."

"Yup." Myles nodded towards the bleachers above them, still looking over Kyle's head at Mike, who barely tried to conceal himself anymore, his phone held forward. "You think your family's up there, man? Right above us?"

Kyle's eyes were glued to the meat sticking out in front of him, still swinging slightly.

"I, uh--n-no, we're sitting over--"

"Shh. Don't matter, either way, baby. I got my pre flowing. Turn around. Time to make a new family with you." Myles reached down and slowly jacked himself. He smiled at Mike, who leapt back behind a girder, but kept his phone running. "I just stick it in ya fast and drop my babies."

Kyle hesitated, but soon the blast of trumpets and drums caused a smile to crack his face.

"Oh! Oh, FUCK yes! I guess we got a little time, with the band playing first!"

With a conspiratorial chuckle, he scrambled to turn around. His pale, fit body was streaked with light and shadow from the bleachers as he took the position on all fours. He didn't look towards Mike; his eyes were all for Myles, smiling at the black man over his shoulder. In a move that even surprised Myles, he shook his ass playfully in the air.

"Give me your babies, daddy!" he laughed.

Myles's knees almost buckled, he laughed so hard, hooting and clapping his hands. "Give me your babies, daddy"--now THAT was new, and the poor guy had to debut it in front of his neighbor without even knowing. The poor fucker really was bitched.

"Do that again, dawg!" Myles hooted.

Kyle chuckled, his face flush with pleasure. He shook his butt, a tight muffin, the same butt his coaches and teammates used to buddy-spank when he was young, the sexy buns his wife liked to squeeze when the kids weren't looking, the ass he kept successfully virgin for 43 years but which was virgin no more, and called out, "GIVE ME YOUR BABIES, DADDY!"

Myles roared and clapped his hands. "Awwww, I'll preg you for sure, baby! That what you want?"

Myles shook his hips, letting his pants drop to his ankles and swinging his dark saber.

"Ya want my little man babies swimming up yer boy hole?"

Kyle laughed, amazed at his own silliness. "Fuck yes!"

"I like it, baby boy." Grinning big, Myles shuffled up behind Kyle's pale peach. "Tell me ONE MORE TIME: you want Daddy's babies?"

He traced his cockhead lightly along Kyle's crack, moistening it with his precum.

"Aw, shit!" Kyle dropped his head, giggling. "This is insane, but FUCK!" He arched his neck back up and pumped his ass. "YES! YES! I WANT YO BABIES!"

Myles cackled and almost fell at his knees again. "Yo"? He wasn't just bitched; the dude was trying to appropriate blackness!

Myles reached under the pussy and found Kyle's hard cock. Hard, but dry--the dude barely ever squeezed out pre, Myles remembered.

"Aw, baby. When you get hard for me, it's so sweet." Myles slowly fondled the dick the way he fondled clit.

Kyle groaned and laughed, his shoulders shuddering. "Oh, MYLES! I'm SO HARD for you! SO HARD! But c'mon! The band won't play forever! Do it!"

"Mm, a'right, man. I'll give you my babies."

Myles flashed his teeth towards Mike and his phone. The man's face was stretched in something like horror, but with hints of hilarity. "Just tell me how much you want me, baby. How much you want this BIG BLACK DICK?"

Myles spanked Kyle's buns sharply with his boner, snapping it several times against the sweet, white muffins. Kyle laughed and hooted.

"I WANT THAT BIG BLACK DICK, DADDY!" he called out--and, as if he knew it was his time to truly expose his inner bitch, he reached back and spanked himself several times. "GIVE IT TO ME, DADDY MAN!"

Myles kept having to contain his laughter.

"A'right, a'right! Damn! You hot for it!" He rubbed Kyle's ass almost lovingly. "Just get yer baby butt up, 'kay?"

Kyle was only too eager, pushing his pussy cheeks higher and higher, dipping his back, and thrusting out his hard nipples. His teeth gnashed; that dull buzz had blossomed. He wanted it. Bad.

Myles cooed at him. "C'mon, a little higher, a little higher yet--that's it! Oh, baby! I love this pussy!"

Myles squatted, scooped some precum off his rod, and slipped his fingers between the dad-cheeks before him and worked the eager pussy hole a bit.

Kyle's back dipped lower, his shoulders now as high as his ass, his daddy tits thrust out even more, and he crooned softly.

"Just stick it in!" he whimpered. "I gotta get--OMPH!"

Myles had mercifully obeyed. He pressed his black member forward, slow and steady, rigid and alive with the hum of pleasure, sinking it deeper and deeper into Kyle's ass.

"Oh--oh--OHHHHH!" Kyle's head bent backwards as a howl rose up from deep in his inner pussy. "OH MYLES! YES! FUCK!"

He relished this moment most: the initial POP of his sphincters as that shroom head slipped into his ass, followed by the slow, delicious feel of that thick, veiny member sliding along his tight inner skin--oh FUCK!

Myles looked down to watch Kyle's wiggling toes. Yes, indeed, all ten piggies were wiggling and wriggling with pleasure.

"Love you, baby," Myles breathed under his breath. And, as if sorry for saying so, he followed it up with a swift, hard smack to Kyle's behind.

"OH! YES!" It's exactly what Kyle needed. "SPANK ME! FUCK ME!"

Mike cursed several times under his breath. Never, in a million years, would he have expected to see Kyle Bauermann taking black cock under the stadium. Or any cock! What the HELL was this? He watched the scene unfold with awed, shocked eyes, recording it all on his phone. Wait until Gloria saw THIS?

"HARDER! FASTER! OHHHH, MYLES!" Kyle started rutting backwards, eager to be deep on Myles's stick, to feel that head scrape along his nut gland, followed by the long rubs of his shaft--OH! OH THERE IT WAS!

"FUCKKK YES!" Kyle almost wailed with joy.

Myles crooned softly and began thrusting with rhythmic precision.

He knew what his baby needed.

He momentarily forgot about Mike, the bleachers, and even the damn band, draping himself over his panting pussy-boy and reaching around to grip Kyle's tits.

"Squeeze," he growled into Kyle's ear. "Squeeze that pussy for Daddy."

"Uhnnn!" Kyle twisted his head, his tongue lapping at Myles's face, and squeezed his ass eagerly, incessantly.

"Slow down!" Myles gave Kyle a quick, sharp spank, relishing the whimper it induced. "Make them squeezes long and hard."

"Sorry! Right... right..." Kyle caught his breath and started focusing on making his white-boy pussy work for the black master fucking it. He squeezed slow, hard, and held it for as long as he could, biting his lip and curling his toes.

Soon, the two men were fucking in sync, two beautiful bodies joined in the slow, wave-like motion of love making.

"Holy shit," Mike muttered under his breath. He could NOT believe this. His wife, Gloria, would NOT believe this!

A few pairs of eyes also peered through the bleachers, widening as they perceived in the fuzzy light the ass-fuckery unfolding beneath them.

"SHIT! Who IS that?" someone gasped.

"I dunno! I can only see a black dude's ass!"

Kyle, oblivious, continued to coo, whinny, whimper, and murmur softly, rolling his eyes and twisting his face once more to lap at Myles's chin. Myles smiled and continued to play with the nipples and muscled pecs in his hands. He almost didn't have to thrust now; Kyle's eager ass was doing all the work.

"Baby, Imma gonna cum," he breathed.

"Me too!" Kyle croaked. It was true: somehow, in just a few months, his dick had learned to start slinging cum from a good anal fucking. No longer long but still hard, a short-stack bitch-clit, blue and twitching, his cock was wet with oozing cum, smearing on his lower abs when he thrusted against Myles's dick, and sprinkling onto the littered ground beneath his kneeling knees whenever Myles thrust forward. The tingles were spiraling higher and higher up his cock, as slow and steady as Myles's lovemaking--

"HERE IT COMES!" he called out.

"That my baby." Myles let go of a pec to grip Kyle's ass and pat it affectionately. "Here it cum, baby love."

Kyle's mouth fell open in a delighted, slack-jawed smile, his eyes rolling and his feet kicking up and down as he felt the first splash of cum in his ass.

"YES! MYLES! DADDY!"

Myles hummed and groaned, straightening up and gripping Kyle's hips as he shot several more loads of cream into the quivering buns. He hadn't even noticed that Kyle had raised one leg in the air or started to pinch his tits with one hand, his face still stretched with a joyful, idiotic smile, as a squirt of cum shot out of his own dick and onto the littered ground beneath them.

"FUCK! I LOVE YOU!" he hollered.

Mike's eyebrows popped up, and he swallowed a laugh. The pairs of eyes peering down through the bleachers were also wide now, wide and wondering, as Myles continued to ride out his orgasm in Kyle's shivering frame.

"Baby," he whispered, "fuck, but I love you, too. At least, I love this ass." He patted it affectionately and then rubbed and petted its sides.

"AND THAT'S THE NORTH HIGH SCHOOL BAND!" the announcer hollered into his microphone. "IT IS NOW TIME TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS YEAR'S SENIOR PLAYERS!"

Myles sniffed, rubbed his nose, and looked down at the naked man kneeling for him. Fucking art.

"Baby, that's you," he muttered, pulling his dick out quickly and with a loud pop.

"Huh?" Kyle blinked and put his raised leg back down on the ground. "No--what? Why did you stop?"

"PARENTS! WHEN I CALL YOUR SON'S NAME, PLEASE JOIN HIM ON THE FIELD TO BE HONORED FOR YOUR CONTRIBUTIONS TO HIS CAREER ON THE WAUWATOSA GRIDIRON!"

"AGH!" Reality came crashing back into Kyle's mind. "FUCK! FUCK!"

He scrambled to his feet, his wet cock and balls bobbing, and smacked his head against a girder.

"OW! FUCK!"

Myles stood more slowly, chuckling. "Aw, baby. Lookit you. You a beautiful mess."

"I GOTTA GO! I GOTTA GO!"

"JAMISON ARCHER!" the announcer called. "SON OF DALE AND MELISSA ARCHER!"

"SHIT!" Kyle rubbed his head and looked around wildly for his clothes. "MY CLOTHES! MY CLOTHES! WHERE ARE MY SHORTS?"

"You gave them to me, baby." Myles calmly pulled up his pants and watched as Mike hurriedly retreated from beneath the stadium towards the concession stand. He felt an odd pang of guilt he hadn't felt before.

"RIGHT! SHIT!" Kyle grabbed his pants and pulled them on. "MY SHOES! MY SHOES!"

"TYLER ASIZZI!" the announcer called again. "SON OF LUIS AND CYNDI ASIZZI!"

Myles sighed and helped the freshly fucked father as best he could. Discovering that Kyle had spooged all over his own sweatshirt was a bummer, but he decided it best not to say anything. The man had to look as confident as he could.

"Okay, okay, I gotta go!" Kyle paused and looked at Myles. He smiled. "Thanks, man."

Myles blushed and shrugged. "Yeah. Go. Go!"

It was only as Kyle turned and jogged away that Myles realized he had his cummy sweatshirt on backwards, "Proud Dad of #7" streaked with jizz and proudly displayed on his back.

"ETHAN BAUERMANN! SON OF KYLE AND HEIDI BAUERMANN!"

Myles chuckled. Well, he'd probably be okay. Probably. And anyway, Myles had gotten what he really had come for: access to Kyle's cabin. And he'd gotten a little more, too! It was a good night.

He slipped out from under the stadium and listened as the crowd clapped for the Bauermanns, tempered with a ripple of laughter. Probably they were noticing his backwards sweatshirt. Might be a little hard to explain, but, oh well.

Myles adjusted his eyes to the brighter yard surrounding the stadium. He looked towards the concession stand. Mike was talking a mile a minute to Gloria, who looked horrified. They both paused and stared at Myles.

He waved and smiled. What else could he do?

Bitch them, too?

Hmmm.

He sauntered away, smirking, a pair of designer undies hanging out of his back pocket.

TO BE CONTINUED...