Baller's booty

It goes without saying that I am a butt-freak. I turn into a two-month-old, baby when I see a guy with a nice ass. No lying—drool and tears! I really have a thing for the light skin, black, ass--especially what I like to call "baller’s booty".

Brother’s yawl know about that; right? That’s when a brother has a nice, muscular torso and a slender waist, from working out, or playing ball. He has those strong leg and thigh muscles, and the booty---damn! The ass just sticks off nice and firm; it kind of makes his back look like it’s curving. Yeah, brothers, yawl know that type of ass; right?

Well, that’s exactly the type of ass my baby, Ernesto, has. I met him at track practice. That should come as no surprise, seeing as how I already acknowledged my fetish for athletic ass. Ernesto has the epitome of the baller’s booty!

I watched his pretty ass from the moment that we had stepped out on the track. That is probably why I came in last place. Needless to say, my mind was not on track. I was too busy tying to remember the theme songs to cartoons; that’s the only way I could keep from springing wood. If I had gained an erection, it would have been all over for Ernesto. I would have peeled those tight, spandex shorts from his muscular thighs and ass, and dicked that Rican, pussy down right on the track...maybe hit it so hard that I put an end to his track career. That’s what I felt like doing. I had never seen an ass so firm and round.

After practice, he approached me, and I knew, upon him opening his pretty pink lips, that the ass I had marveled over, could easily become my very own. Despite, his baggy, hip-hop gear, cornrows and thuggish looks, I could guess his preference by hearing him speak.

"You know the coach gon’ dig all up in your ass for fucking up this close to the championship, right?" He panted, stooping before me to stretch a cramp out of his muscular thighs. His voice was far from manly, but not at all feminine. It sounded like a twelve year-old boy’s, prior to puberty. Some of his words were even accented with a lisp and purr. Under normal circumstances, I would have found it highly annoying, but seeing as how he had graced me with a view of his tight ass, rising and flexing as he stretched, it didn’t seem to bother me much.

"I know", I said, nonchalantly. The last thing I was worrying about was the coach riding my ass; I was thinking about squeezing up in Ernesto’s.

He asked me to come with him to the pizza palace, and we talked for a while. As time went on, we found that we had a lot more in common than we could ever imagine. We became best friends, and told each other shit that we would never breath to another soul. One of those things is that Ernesto also has a fetish for the athletic ass. But his is different from my own. Ernesto loves to sniff and lick my ass when I come home, fresh from a ball game or track. He lives for the smell of a sweaty ass.

He’s a bigger butt-freak than I am, in a way, but not when it comes to actually fucking one. He freezes up. That suits me just fine. You see, Ernesto and I were truly made for each other. Both of us were sexually abused in our early teens, which might explain some of our hang-ups with sex.

In my opinion, Ernesto was the luckier. Three girls, from his neighborhood, held him down and took turns with him. They said he was too cute to be gay, and thought that their act would somehow make him like pussy. Wrong!

As for me, an older male cousin raped me from the time I was sixteen to when I left for college. I told my grandmother when he died this spring, and she cried and said that my bisexuality was a result of what he did to me. She’s wrong though. I was always bi. All he did was make me positive that I never want to get fucked again.

It’s a shame too, because I have a great ass. When I was younger, I would stand in the mirror for hours, checking out the side-view of my ass. I would even spread it and peek between my legs to see the open hole while I jerked off;no lie! I would definitely fuck my own ass, if I could. I’ve tried it too. It’s an irresistible little brown, onion. I’ve even had to smack a few females for getting carried away and trying to stick a finger in.

I hate anything touching my ass, or at least, I used to. I can tolerate Ernesto getting frisky now, since he allows me to do the unthinkable, and suck or pump his big dick.

Okay, now for the part that you’ve been waiting for (probably what you skipped the rest of my story hear) one of our many sexual encounters:

Ernesto jumped at the sound of the door being opened. His face grew red with embarrassment as I walked in to discover him, butt-naked on the couch. A porno, from our huge collection, blared loudly as he struggled to remove a giant, black, dildo from his rectum.

"You started without me?" I laughed, walking over to the sofa. I grabbed his arms. Protesting the removal of the dildo, "Go on, baby; show off for your nigga. Let me see how much of that big shit you can handle."

He nodded and made an awful grimace as his fingers forced more of the thirteen –by-five, penile replica into his ass. My dick grew so hard that the head started to poke from the leg of my cutoff sweats. With the dildo still buried inside of him (right down to the base) he rolled unto his stomach and nestled his face into my crotch, nibbling my dick through the cotton shorts. His tongue teased the exposed head as I reached around him to spread his greasy, cheeks.

"Oh-fuck!" he whined, reaching between his thighs to adjust the toy. His ass made a greasy wet sound as he removed it, giving me a view of his gaping hole. I ran my index finger from the curve in his back to the length of his moist slit. His back arched more as I inserted a knuckle into his gaper.

Damn! That got me so hot that I couldn’t contain the urge to dick him down any longer. I removed my dick from his mouth and helped him rip my shorts down.

"Fuck me!" he purred, throwing his torso across the back of the couch. His booty was tooted up towards me,the gaping, pink, hole begging to be filled. His squatting position, caused his ass to look even rounder.

Good thing that he was already lubed from the dildo, because I didn’t want to waste any more time outside of his love-tunnel. I moved in closer to him, swabbing my dick’s head up and down the length of his slit, until it shined with the lube and natural moisture of his ass. Finally, I lined the head up against his swollen rim and ordered him to hold his yellow, cheeks apart. I wanted to watch his rim fold inward as I pushed the tip in. That’s my favorite part of sex.

"You want it all?" I teased, leaving only the tip at his entrance.

"Hell yeah! He screamed, arching his back more to give me better access.

I smiled and pushed a little more in. "Beg for it!"

"Come on Ashlie!" he purred, spreading his cheeks wider, "Please baby? Gimme’ that big dick, Papi!"

That was enough bull shitting for both of us. I caved into his Spanish and New York speckled accent. I had to give it to him like he wanted it, rough and violent.

"Bring that pussy here, boy!" I grunted, running my arms through his. They looped around his shoulders and locked in place behind his head, pulling him unto my dick.

"AAh! Aww- shit, Ashlie!" he groaned as I pulled it out to the tip, and slammed back in so hard that his cheeks jingled with a smacking noise, against my balls.

"You want this dick though, boy!" I teased, leaning back to watch my jet-black, cock ravish his stretched hole.

"Aww-shit!" he squirmed, crawling forward.

I tightened my grip, all though the sofa prevented his escape. His New position made it easier for me to go even deeper. I gave his ass a pop and his hole tightened around my dick, so I did it again and again, until it reddened with my handprints. By now, he was crying, like a little bitch, and that made me even hotter.

"I thought you wanted this big dick!" I said, grabbing the ends of his cornrows, "Be a big boy and toss me that pussy, nigga!"

"Awww-fuck, Ashlie; you killin’ me!" he screamed as I fucked him so hard that my nuts stung from the impact of crashing into his ass. I decided to do us both a favor and let him take control.

"Make me cum", I ordered, spreading his cheeks.

He began to rock back and forth, rotating his pelvis and pushing his ass unto my dick. The bend in my dick was used as his signal to give up attempting to swallow more, and wriggle back up to the mushroom, head.

I leaned back, holding the base of my cock in my hand, as he pushed more and more of his red-hot, rim unto it. He pushed his ass, balls-deep unto my dick and began to tighten and loosen the muscles of his rim against it, milking it, like a baby with a bottle.

"You going to give me that hot cum?" he begged, working harder to bring me to my climax, "Give me them black, babies, boy! I want you to spray-paint my guts!"

"I am, boy!" I promised, popping his ass, "Just keep going. I’m almost there!"

He obeyed, and I loosened my grip on his spread cheeks, causing them to jingle as they snapped back in place.

"Here it goes boy!" I grimaced, forcing deeper into his warm hole, "I’m cumin’ boy! Oh shit….AWWWWWW- fuck!"

"Oh shit, Papi!" he screamed curving his back, " Give me them babies! Nut all in my stomach and shit!"

I pumped five times with my fingers, sending the last jet of cream- colored globs, spewing out on the small of his back, as I snatched out. He purposely stood to his knees and spread his cheeks to give me a view of my mixture, spilling out of his swollen rim. I forced him back down and rammed what was left of my erection back into his mushy entrance.

After I had cursed everything under God’s creation, and was sure that I could release no more, I pulled out and watched him squirm in pain as my cum bubbled past his rim and down his thighs.

"Good boy!" I panted, kissing the back of his neck.

He reached behind me and positioned my dick down the crack of his ass, like a hotdog in a bun. I commenced to massage my cum into the beautiful, golden, skin of his oval, cheeks.

"Shoot that shit, boy!" I groaned as he jerked himself, with my dick still between his buns, "Be a good boy; shoot that shit, nigga!"

"I need your help"

"You’re a big baby!" I chuckled, as I kissed his shoulder blades and leaned forward to wrap my hand around his cock.

"No!" he protested, "Not like this. You know what I need!"

"Alright!" I sighed, knowing that he wanted to give me a rim-job, which I hate with a passion, but he had just broken me off with a proper nut, so how could I deny his request?

I leaned across the coffee table, like he liked, and he ran his fingers against my furry slit.

"Damn, you all sweaty and sticky!" he announced with jubilation. I closed my eyes as he buried his face deep between my dark-brown cheeks and began to suckle my rim. The smacking sound of his fingers grew faster against his dick as his tongue worked its way into my hole.

"You cumin?" I asked, looking over my shoulders. He grabbed my waist so that I wouldn’t interrupt him anymore, and tugged at the patch of hair around my rim with his teeth.

"Shit!" I grimaced, arching my back in shock. I was just about to tell him to get his nut another way, when I heard him breathing irrationally; I knew he was going to release.

"Oh-fuck!" he exclaimed, as I felt the first of a series of hot jets fly unto my thighs and calves. When his hot splashes stopped painting my skin, he collapsed against my back, panting like a dog and rubbing his cum into my ass and thighs.

"You like that freaky shit, huh?" I laughed in disgust. He leaned forward to kiss me, as his dick leaked and shriveled, back into its foreskin, against my ass.

"I love you Ashlie", he whispered, laying his head on my back, in his annoying attempt to listen to my heart.

"I love you too", I retaliated. I closed my eyes, and tried to salvage the image of that firm, red, ass being pulled apart—the hole gaping with moist, pink, flesh, and begging to be filled.

He dropped his embrace and sprawled out on the floor, beside me, on his stomach. His cum covered ass, was tooted towards the Heavens, like one of the photo-spreads from our large collection of erotic magazines. I couldn’t resist lying beside him, and massaging his athletic, ass until it soothed us both to sleep.

Thank God for brothers, with baller’s booties.