Sucking and Taking Black Dick Pt 9

I wrapped my lips around that sweaty, hairy cock and began to suck. The sweat and precum caused it to taste very salty.
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That next Saturday, Vinny’s girlfriend, Cherise, still hadn’t returned from Cancun. The doorbell rings and when I answer, I see him and another large black man, standing to his side. They were dressed in shorts and tanks. When I opened the door, Vinny and his friend stepped inside.
“Whassup Mark? This is my home boy, Brian. We all call him Buster.” Vinny greeted me as we fist bumped.
Vinny headed to straight to the bathroom while his friend and I became acquainted. Buster was rough looking. He was a light skinned black guy with tattoos everywhere including two full sleeves. He was all bulked up and wore a dew rag on his head. Buster stood about 6’4, weighed at least 250 pounds and was intimidating to say the least, just like Vinny.
Buster spoke in his deep voice like we were buds, “I just got out of the joint. Did two years for trafficking. Vinny and me go way back. He picked me up not an hour ago and the first mutha fuckin thing he wanted to do was shoot hoops. I wanted to get some pussy cause I ain’t crushed in 2 years.”
I didn’t know how to respond. I mainly just listened.
He continued, “Now, don’t believe them movies where it looks like guys are fuckin in prison all the time. You don’t get the opportunities. I prolly fucked, at the most, 5 times. Shit, the last two weeks, I was in protective custody with cameras in the room so I ain’t so much as nutted in…like…forever. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m about to bust.”
Once again, I just listened when...