Drought Over: A Black, Bi Tale

It was a beautiful fall afternoon in September 2024, and I wanted to get my dick wet by any means necessary. This Durham, North Carolina-based dick of mine was 35 at the time, and on a beautiful fall afternoon, my desire to get a nut was just too strong to overcome. I clocked out of work, walked out to my pickup truck, then made my way to the liquor and grocery stores to grab a few items in order to entertain potential guests. While driving home, I was contemplating exactly the fun I wanted.

BBWs? Chunky, older dude? Perhaps I was in the mood for a slim trick, who just happened to be horny as me? Male or female, it didn't matter, for I'd learned that pussy didn't always have to do the trick long before I was eager to get off on this particular afternoon.

A threesome with Kendra, the mother of my youngest of three sons, was my primary introduction to sex with men. I met Keelon, a good friend of hers, one evening as we were at the bar, and had a little too much to drink. I had no reservations about the guy, as the three of us were sitting together laughing, just drinking our asses off. She started to get a bit frisky on a night where our son was being babysat, and Keelon and I were both in the mode of "using this trick" as she trash talked to both of us. We took Keelon home with us, I watched them go at it, then had my turn with my woman, only to find out men sucked dick better than women. I didn't get a chance to bang Kendra that evening for he swallowed every drop of nut I released. I instead got the chance to watch this versatile dude beat her twat, then go home with a smile on his face knowing he got us both off. Kendra started something she couldn't put a lid on, and that was me being bisexual, never able to turn off the urge to be pleased by man or woman. She and I would eventually break up as this allowed me to be "free" to fuck whomever I chose. Keelon sucked me off a few times, and became my "first to break in," as I fucked his tight, little black pussy some months after Kendra ended us. I had a few flings in between time, and now, on this beautiful evening, I was actually in the middle of a drought that needed to be cured.

I went through my phone as I was desperately seeing if he, or someone else was willing to stop by. I get the "I can't" or "I'm busy" replies, and so I dusted off my Grindr account to see that Durham had plenty of horny guys looking to get into some action.

"I'm always lurking for a squirting," read the caption of Carlos' profile, a 23-year-old registered nurse, who was built at five-foot-eleven, 244 lbs.

"I can host. Just come my way and let me make you cum today."

The undercover rapper was a dark brown-skinned Cuban, with blue eyes, and a mix of muscular and chubby with his massive arms with a beautiful fat, blubbery ass. He claimed he was versatile, but the way he barely showed his little Latin cock and bent over to spread his ass cheeks proved otherwise as I was sure he would surrender it to me.

"I got a nice inch for that dark pussy," I told him.

I shared more photos of me, and we discussed him coming over before he backed out for no particular reason. I blocked this fake, and moved on to Scott, a 59-year-old truck driver.

"I'm only in town for a good time, not a long time," he stated.

Scott was a slim, white guy, slated to be six-foot-four, 190 lbs., passing through from Richmond, Virginia on his way down to Atlanta. He claimed he was stuck in Durham for the weekend, and wanted a "nice black cock to lose it on," when I seemed to be a prime candidate. Scott was good looking, but I made him explain the part about him "losing it."

"I like to use my teeth," he replied.

I lost interest, and he tried in a last ditch effort to explain that "some guys liked it," but I made it known I wasn't one of them. I blocked him, and became antsy for I didn't feel regulated to just jacking off. I poured myself a drink, then "switched the lens" of who I was looking for, when Marty entered my crossheirs. The 61-year-old chubby "brother," with his light caramel complexion, mentioned he and his wife were in town from Detroit, and wanted to have a little fun.

"Me and my lady like what we see," he messaged.

I unlocked my profile, and Marty, with his clean shaven head, was checking out my profile, with his wife Loretta sitting beside him. I noticed how he listed himself at six-feet, and 288 lbs. He was cute, with the mature, daddy-like face hosting a nicely manicured thick, handlebar mustache, and his wife, the same age as him, was equally beautiful.

"This my lady you seeing," he said of photos he'd taken of her.

Loretta defied age as she barely had a wrinkle on her face. He shared clothed photos of her as she was a BBW, with the perfect tits, and perfect ass showing in her nicely put together outfits. Marty and I messaged to express our likes and dislikes, with a highlight of him and Loretta's penchant to share a "young and strong, black dick" from sucking to getting fucked.

"And I'll fuck your little ass if you let me," he mentioned.

He even added that he'd bend me over while Loretta would give me head simultaneously. They were freaks, and while it sounded tempting, I would bring him down to reality by letingt him know I would be the one ordering the bending.

"I might suck a little dick," I typed. "But I for damn sure ain't delivering my cheeks to you, OG."

I got a "LOL" response from him, as the precursor for what was to come. We kept chatting, and I would have my dick in my right hand as I earned naked images of the beautifully-aged Loretta. She was slightly darker, perhaps closer to my complexion with her dark chocolate shaded tone. In one photo, she was smiling brightly with her red lipstick, and tasty looking, hairless pussy between those thick thighs. In another photo she spread wide, and gripped those big tits, with the big arreolas, while Marty had his tongue extended as it was wrestling her twat. The third and final photo had her bent over in heels, with that big ass in the air, spreading those fat ass cheeks to show off that dark, pretty, wrinkled pussy as it hung slightly.

"She'll take it in the ass, too," Marty told me as I put down my drink to start stroking this dick. "Can't show you nothing else, young buck. Let us know if we could share your bed from the night into the morning."

I looked outside to see the sunset arriving. The tree branches in my front yard were shaking as the temperature began to fall. I was beyond horny, and it was the perfect night to have some company, and perhaps "get off," as well as just hang. I was in the mood to make drinks for others, and even fry the chicken wings I bought.

"How long y'all in Durham for," I asked.

They came to Durham to visit their son, as he'd just bought a home not too far from me, as they planned to be in town for four nights.

"Our son is actually out of the country," Marty told me. "He gets back in a couple days."

Two hours after Marty and I first talked, they were ringing my doorbell, with me playing Luther Vandross, while having incense burning in my home to appease them. I took a shower before they came, and made sure to oil up my husky, smooth, black frame before they arrived. I came to the door in my favorite robe, and shorts, with this dick bouncing in my shorts as I meant business for this older, freaky couple.

"And there he is," said a smiling Loretta as I greeted them at the door.

"I guess we've got ourselves a treat tonight."

I hugged, and kissed her first, then she walked in as Marty, with his mustache freshly trimmed, shook my hand, hugged me, then put his minty flavored tongue in my mouth. I'd shut the door, then have them sit on the couch while I turned down the music. I offer refreshments to loosen things a bit more. They'd accept the cocktails, two pineapple flavored "Screwdrivers," before they stretched out on my leather couch. I sat on the adjacent loveseat, turned up the music a little bit, then we talked as they tried to get to know me better.

"So you're single and all alone in this house," Loretta asked.

I would confirm with a head nod.

"I'm proud of you, young, black man," she said as that prime smile was gleaming even in the low lights.

I could see those tits nicely as her cleavage was showing. She perked up those luscious funbags properly, and I noticed she had on shorts well above the knee to show off those thick, chocolate thighs.

"What do you do for a living," she asked, and I told her I worked as a telephone linesman.

"Dangerous work," Marty countered.

"But well worth the reward," I replied as a smile would wash across his face the same.

I complimented Loretta as she crossed my path earlier, smelling good.

"What about me," Marty asked, and the two giggled as he felt a tad slighted by me not noticing his Tom Ford scent.

"You look good," I rebuttal.

" I feel good," he said to me as all of us laughed, and I took notice to that trimmed mustache.

He, too, showed a little "cleavage" as the collar of his polo shirt was open wholly. His gray chest hairs were showing, and so were his nipples, as his big breasts poked through the shirt. We talked a good 30 minutes when I noticed Luther was switched out by Bettye Wright. I also found myself eyeing Loretta's fine tits.

"You like 'em," she asked.

She caught me staring, and I took a sip of my drink while keeping my left eye on her. She then stood up, putting her drink down on the coffee table before she walked over to me.

"I asked you a question, love," she said as she opened her shirt more.

I'd see her big tits being held firm in her lace bra. She removed her shirt, then undid her bra just inches from my nose as she let the fabric fall to the floor. Those big, perfect tits managed to find their way in my face.

"Here baby," she said in a soft, suggestive tone.

They smelled good, and tasted even better as I let my tongue slip to massage those hard, darkened nipples.

"You probably got her pussy all wet right now," Marty said as he was sitting in the distance.

I couldn't see him because I was distracted by these delectable hams in front of me.

"This pussy is wet," she said to me, while she put her hands between my thighs, and began to massage this dick of mine.

"You wanna see how wet," she asked in my ear.

I was too busy sucking those tits, but then she took her other hand, and placed it at her crotch for me to feel that hot, saturated box.

"You want it, baby? You want some of this juicy, black pussy," she asked. "Say you want it. Say you want it, and that you want to beat it up as mama needs it."

I needed all the strength to keep from pulling down her shorts. Marty was the catalyst of this meeting, but here we were going at it like he wasn't in the room.

"Boy, you are hard," she said as I continued slobbering her tits. "I better get away from you, before I end up riding this dick."

"Bitch, you better," Marty said, as she stepped back, and he stepped forward as he undressed himself. "I want you to suck my tits, too, young buck."

He presented his hairy chest that was full of salt and pepper hairs. I noticed he, too, had dark, rock hard nipples as they were nestled in wide, dark circles. Marty didn't spend one minute ina gym and it showed, but it was to my advantage as I was able to suck, and nibble on his wonderful man tits. They were impressive enough for me to let my tongue swat from side to side. I would lick them, suck them, then even nibble on them a bit as he winced, and begged for me to "give him some cock."

"Baby boy, you are hard," he said to me as a naked Loretta watched from my right side.

She moved to my left, then kneeled to the floor to begin gently massaging my balls while I worked her husband's tits. He'd reach down, and start jerking me off as I let go of his tits, and laid back to enjoy the fondling.

"Baby. we gotta get baby boy off," said Loretta. "What's up, you got a few nuts in ya?"

I snickered at her question for they had no idea how horny I was.

"He's young stallion," Marty answered as he stated "he could go a few rounds."

"He better, for we ain't leaving his place until we get him completely empty."

Loretta claimed they wanted to "love on me Detroit-style," and show me how it was really done up north when they're entangled with a young, black man.

"Maybe next time, you could have a bitch here for me, and Marty can be here for you," she went as far to say.

Marty's dick was drooling all over my knee as he was leaking precum. I used my right hand to massage his dick the way he massaged mine. We locked eyes, then he tilted his head back as he was starting to enjoy the feeling. He swatted my hand away as he was starting to breathe heavily, getting closer to a climax much sooner than he anticipated.

"You gon' have to beat this pussy before we go up north," Loretta stated.

"And beat mine, too," Marty added, as he was in the mood to get fucked just like his wife.

Loretta got off her knees, and laid flat on the floor in front of us. Marty stepped away, then got on the floor before burying his face between her knees, then sticking out that tongue to give a clinic on how a man should eat pussy. I watched, and stroked myself as I saw his fat ass in the air, his bottom with the dark outline at the inner cheeks, while the rest of his dimpled ass was light brown. I saw his big balls hanging while Loretta was moaning, gritting her teeth. Marty was lost in pleasuring his wife, while tempting me to get behind him. He stopped, then looked over me with his mustache all shiny from being littered by Loretta's pussy juices.

"Get down here with us," he demanded.

I did, and laid flat beside Loretta, only for him to crawl to my face, and she take his place between my legs, to start sucking the precum off my tip.

"Taste her," he said as he pressed his lips to mine.

I reached under him to rub his dick, while we French kissed with "Loretta" on his tongue. This was his turn to distract, and he did it perfectly as I tasted his wife's cunt, while she licked and sucked on this hardened sausage of mine.

"She tastes good," I said to him, as he and I were fully engaged in making out ever so passionately as Loretta went to town.

My notion that guys sucked dick better was in jeopardy, for Loretta had my toes and fingers curling as she nastily gave head.

"She must be doing you good," Marty said, as I was moaning out of control.

Loretta delighted it from the tip down to the base. She swallowed whole, and gobbled the stick so shamelessly as her spit was running down to my balls. Marty stopped kissing me, and chose to suck my left nipple instead, as Loretta let go of the dick, to focus on my balls. I felt her tongue as swiped from that pretty mouth, and onto my pouch gently, as I clamored for her not to stop.

"She don't do that for everybody," Marty said to me.

"She must like you."

"I do, very, very much," she said as she continued the onslaught.

"We both like you, and wanna see you get off," Marty added as now he was returning the favor with my nipples.

"Cum for mama and daddy?"

Loretta right then stopped teasing my nuts as she was looking to finish me off. I looked over to see that fat ass in the air, and her pretty head bobbing back and forth as those pretty lips squeezed this dick. Her eyes were closed, and she was fully focused on getting that nut from inside of me. Marty let my nipples rest, then looked me in the eye before we started kissing again. Loretta seemed to squeeze tighter, and bob her head faster while my breathing became heavier.

"You gon' have us flying to Durham more," Marty said as he knew I was getting close.

"She's gonna get that nut, then we're gonna kiss for she knows we share everything."

Marty started sucking my tongue as that took me over the top.

"Stop fighting it," he said.

I would, and screamed while Loretta's mouth was wrapped fully around my stick. She made sure to get every drop, then as promised, Marty crawled over to her as they kissed, and gave a show on "snowballing." I watched as Marty greedily accepted her spit, then they signed it off with a couple of smooches before they turned to look at me.

"What did I tell you," he asked, as I started laughing.

"Nut number one," she asked.

"Number one indeed," I told her before she crawled to lay to my right.

We laid there a bit, and let the music continue, just enjoying the vibe as things were set in motion between us. This weekend would show how the drought ended, with the first "flood" happening as they'd find out.

Their son was completely far from their mind, as we stood up to have yet another drink.

To be continued.