Date: Sat, 2 May 2020 10:36:47 +0000
From: Deez Nutz <deeznutz007@LIVE.COM>
Subject: Breaking and Entering Donnie

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BREAKING AND ENTERING DONNIE


"Please sir, I can't barely breath" came the voice of the white guy on my
screen. I had come to watch videos like these all the time. Just spur of
the moment when I felt horny.

"Look here bitch if I can hear your lips moving enough to make sound and
words then you are breathing just enough. Now shut the fuck up and take
this dick. Don't nobody want to hear yo bitch ass whinin" I just loved how
forceful this strapping athletic looking black man was with the the puny
white man he took force over. It wasn't long before I shot my load myself.
It was always a fantasy to be used like this. But at my age what black man
would want to use up an old bat like me. I had my 60th coming up in a few
weeks. My hair was gray, my eyes were so old that I needed glasses. My body
wasn't too bad out of shape but I have developed quite the bearly covered
belly. My nuts now swung and I always seemed tired these days.


I lived alone. My wife just up and left me one day about 6 years ago. She
had `enough' whatever that meant. With the kids grown and on their separate
ways I guess she just couldn't stand looking at me everyday. Which was fine
I guess because in my older years I stopped looking at her and more so at
all the young black college athletes on ESPN. I would often fantasize of
them from the huge dominating football players to the slim and swift
basketball players. No matter the shape the beautiful shades of brown skin
were truly an exhilarating sight to see.

Somehow the wife got the house from me. Which wasn't a big deal, it was a
gift from her parents I never really like the place and was actually quite
glad I was able to move out. I bought a duplex as I always had dreams of
fixing up an old house.  It took me the better part of a year but I was
able reno out one side. When one of my son's friends Patrick reached out to
say he needed a place I rented the space out to him since he was a friend
of the family. Turns out he barely knew my son, but he was pretty quiet,
kept to himself, paid his rent on time and wasn't half bad to look
at. Patrick was a mystery.

A few months ago Patrick had come home drunk. Somehow he couldn't get into
the house. I noticed his car wasn't in the drive so maybe he caught an Uber
or caught a lift from a friend. I guided him to the couch to have a seat
inside my place while I dug out his key. Didn't seem like I was gone long
but he was now on the couch somehow his pants were on the other side of the
room and his shirt was who knows where. There on my couch laid a late
20-something man in fairly decent shape, my own tenet the man paying me to
stay in my space practically naked to the world. I would be lying if I said
I wasn't turned on by the sight of him.

I did what any sane person would do. I dropped down to my knees, took his
cock into my mouth and began to suckle on it until it swelled. And boy did
it swell, for a white guy he was definitely a grower. I hadn't much
experience with sucking cock. There had been a few hookups here and there.
A regular guy as well until he just stopped answering my messages. But that
day my lips were wet for this dick. Patrick was a quick shot, wasn't long
before I had a mouthful of jizz.

"Thanks old man" were the only words he managed to let out before he turned
over and plopped down on the couch and tuckered off to sleep. I threw a
blanket over him and went up to my room and replayed the images of what
just happened as I stroked my own manhood. I would shot a nice load that
evening and then took myself off to sleep. What a peaceful drift it was
especially since I had my fill with a belly of cum and still coming down
from my own high of excitement. I'd awoken the next morning to a text from
Patrick "Didn't mean to intrude on your evening last night, had a bit more
to drink than I should have. I had the craziest dream I'll have to tell you
about it later."

Over the next several months I found myself going over to his place the
first time he was `drunk' again. But I could tell that he was a lot more
coherent than the first time. I didn't much care either way. I just liked
to suck dick. It then became regular for me to go over or him to do a quick
stop by. He'd always wave to me or let out a loud "Morning Donnie" in the
morning. He was probably the only person to call me Donnie so admittedly it
was cute.

I couldn't really figure Patrick out. Was he gay? I'd never seen him with a
girlfriend or even a boyfriend at that. If he did have company over it
usually be a small group rather than an individual. He didn't have any
dirty magazines or a dvd collection of porn flicks anywhere in his house.
It was almost as though he was just like every other guy who enjoyed the
feeling of having his cock sucked and swallowed. We never progressed passed
this point. There were a couple of times we shared a kiss but nothing long,
or overly sexual that would sway me to one side or the other of what field
he played for.

Tonight was nothing out of the ordinary. I got home from work pulled up to
the house. It was cold out, I mean winter was really starting to settle
in. I was cooking dinner when I heard what sounded to be rap music coming
from Patrick's apartment. It wasn't so loud that it was disturbing but
louder than his normal tone and somewhat unlike him. Never heard rap music
from him before but I can't say I truly knew his music taste. I paid it no
mind.

After I finished dinner I began to clean up the kitchen. I noticed the
music had stopped. I went out to take the trash out. Patrick's door opened
and a dark figure stepped out. I couldn't tell who it was but I knew it
wasn't Patrick. This guy was seemingly taller and slim. His clothes were
baggy. He walked toward me.

"Fuck you looking at faggot"

I was startled. His voice was so deep. It was though it sent vibrations
through me.

Suddenly Patrick appeared at the door way. "Daddy Rome, you forgot..." as
soon as Patrick saw me standing outside he stopped speaking. His face
turned pale. It was as though he had been caught with his hand in the
cookie jar. The man turned and look in Patrick's direction.

I could finally admire the man. Although he was bundled up under his coat I
just stared at his face. It was beautiful, although he had a full beard I
could just tell by his high check bones that he had to have had a chiseled
jaw. His eyes were of a deep hazel ones I could get lost in. He had his
hair were in braid that laid in rows on his scalp. He was sexy and I could
feel my hole moisten just by looking at him.

"Yeah... hey Donnie how are you doing this evening" I held up my hand and
waved in his direction.

"Evening" I blurted and then turned to walk back inside as this was clearly
a private matter.


Once I got back inside I went into my office and began to search the web
for BBC porn. I was going deep down the rabbit hole. I watched as the white
boys were being plunged onto the cocks of the black man. It turned me on so
much. I began to stroke my own cock quickly. I started to switch out the
faces of the porn stars on the screen with that of Rome. Faintly with each
stroke of my cock I said to myself

"That's it Rome, keep pounding that hole... that's it that's the stuff own
that hole with your cock" the star on the screen was getting ready to seed
the boy "that's it Rome feed that little bitch your glorious seed... fill
his guts up" before I knew it I was also ejaculating. I felt my body come
to a high before I settled back into my chair. That rush was amazing. I
went and hopped in the shower. Since it was Friday and the end of the work
week it felt good to wash the stress of the week away and welcome in the
weekend for rest.

When I got out the shower I heard what sounded to be the tv on in the
bedroom. I didn't remember turning it on so as I dried myself off I just
chucked it up to a senior moment and went about my routine. I grabbed a
pair of sweats and threw on a tshirt. I walked into the bedroom and
immediately I was frightened.

Sitting on my bed was Rome. At first I thought I was imaging things. Like
somehow from jerking off I had conjured up his spirit and summoned him to
me. He looked at me moving his eyes from the tv and stared directly at me.

"Fuck you looking at faggot"

"What are you doing here"

"I felt like we had some unfinished business after I ran into you earlier"

"Okay but how did you get into my house"

"Don't worry about it". But how could I not. I locked all the doors and
windows. I hadn't quite set the security system for the night but this
neighborhood didn't have many threats to worry about.

"So faggot, this a pretty nice place you got here"

"Um thanks" I was confused. I was starting to become irritated. How did he
know I like to mess around with men. Our encounter was so brief that all I
could get from him was a dialect and his smooth baby soft light caramel
skin of a face.

"Don't know how you got in but I think it might be time for you to go". I
tried to be assertive but inside I was shaking.

"What was that faggot bitch?" He eased up to a full seated position from
his previous lounge.

"Look dude, I don't want any trouble. I don't know what you were doing next
door but I think you've got the wrong person."

"No, I'm at the right place you're the old fairy that owns both these
places right?" He was right but why was he so mean about it.

"I mean I do own both units. Yes. But why is that any of your business" at
this point I wanted him out.

He stood up and started walking toward me. I began to walk backwards as I
didn't want any confrontation. As soon as he noticed me backing away he ran
up on me. He grabbed me by the shirt and balled it up in his fist. He then
pushed me against the wall. I hit my head and I mean hard on the wall.

"Listen here little faggot. You can make this hard or harder. It's your
choice" I was stunned into silence.

"Please" I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. I was truly scared of
this kid. "Please just don't"

I wasn't super short I stood about 5' 7" and maybe 5' 8" on a good day.
This kid wasn't much taller maybe 6 foot. But at that moment it was as
though he was towering over me. Like he stood 8 feet tall he made me feel
so small so helpless.

He leaned in so that his mouth was right next to my ear. "At least that's
pussy clean. I don't like a dirty faggot" although I had just got out the
shower I was confused as to what he was hinting at.

His grip loosened on my shirt. "So bitch, I think I could walk out of here
with more than I walked in here with unless you convince me of something
more valuable."

"I mean what is it that you are looking for" he looked around the room. I
assumed he had already surveyed my house while I was in the shower. So at
this point his looking around was more for show as he knew what he wanted
already.

"Haven't figured that out yet" he sucked on his teeth. It was like that
triggered something in me.

"Make me your BITCH". After hearing those words escape my lips I myself was
caught off guard. Some part of me recognized that Rome was fulfilling a
deep fantasy from within me. But sometimes fantasy are best left to the
imagination.

Rome stepped back. He folded his arms in front of him and began to look me
up and down. I was able to take in his body. His shirt was pretty fitted
and I could see that he was well in shape. I could also see tattoos and I
mean many tattoos what looked to be some sort of script, a crane against a
sunset, and more that made up a mural on his arm and from a little peak of
his collar spread along his chest as well. He sucked his teeth again. And
again I was triggered.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything I'll give you anything" I reached
out to grab his arm but as he watched my hands moved toward him he shuffled
out of the way. I realized that not only had my arms started to move in his
initial direction but my body as well. I felt myself beginning to fall
over. I was older and my cat like reflexes that Rome had displayed were not
so quick. I was literally toppling over and knew it would be a quick fall
to the floor soon.

To my surprise Rome grabbed onto me. One hand caught the front of my chest
while the other found its way to the back of my neck. Almost effortlessly
he propelled me on to my California king sized bed. I had bought the bed
for just me and always felt it may be too much. But in this moment I was
glad it was wide enough to be the perfect landing pad for these old knees
of mine.

"Thank you"

"Trust you are no good to me injured. Ain't try to take care of no bitch" I
placed my hands up by my chest as though I was getting ready to do a push
up.

"Aww nah don't move. Bitch" his palm slapped my ass cheeks. The smack was
loud like a crash. And it stung like the worst of the worst.

There was a floor mirror that sat on the floor next to the bed. As I looked
at myself I saw that my face was red and my eyes were soaked with tears
that were one more action away from streaming like waterfalls from my eyes.

"I'm sorry"

"What you sorry for faggot"

"Just..." I truly thought to myself to try to determine what it was I was
apologizing for. But I couldn't find the words or even the answer at that.

"You know you've got quite the creamy little ass here" he moved his hand
over in a rubbing motion of where he had just slapped.

"What are you going to do to me"

"I don't know just yet. But how about I start with exposing that pretty
pink pussy of yours. Huh" he grabbed at the hem of my pants and pulled them
down. I stayed there in my stomach now naked from the waist down.

He began to laugh. "Looks like I left the mark of the beast on your right
cheek. Guess we better even out the playing field to have a matching
image".

Before I could even realize what he meant to try to at least brace myself
for impact I heard a second slap across my ass. But this time the skin to
skin contact led me to yelp loudly. Those tears were now running down my
face. As much as it hurt I was actually enjoying it.

"I mean what is it that you want? Money? My things?" As exciting as the
torture was for me I still had not realized his end game.

"How about we start with this right here" I felt a finger at the entrance
of my hole. Before I could even try to negotiate he jammed his finger deep
into me. With his other hand he pushed my head into the bed as though he
was anticipating me screaming out in pain. It hurt. Bad. I let out another
yelp, this one louder than the last. When I got a moment to catch my breath
and begin to relax I felt his finger move inside me. This kid knew what he
was doing. He instantly found my spot.

I was practically seeing stars at this point. I eased up and relaxed onto
his invading finger. The pain was subsiding and a great sense of pleasure
was flowing over me.

"Ah yeah this is a tight ass pussy Faggot, I'm gon have some fun stretching
you out. By the time I'm done with you I'll have ya pussy lips flapping in
the wind." I began to moan out.

"Yes kid that feels so gooo" I couldn't even finish my thought before he
pulled his finger out of me and grabbed me by the hair. He forced my head
back.

"Look here faggot. I ain't ya kid. That's Andrew. I never properly
introduced myself. Name is Rome just like the great kingdom of white ass
faggots like yourself. Unlike y'all pitiful fools I'm a King and will be
addressed as such.

"Sorry, King" when he said my sons name my heart sunk. How did he know
that? Had he been scouting me for a while or had he just simply come across
one of the several family portraits in the house. I couldn't worry about
any of that right now. Rome was already full of what seemed like rage and
terror no need to poke the "beast" even more.

"You catch on quick bitch. Now back to where we was at. You ever tasted
your own pussy bitch?"

"No. I've never tasted my ass"

"Bitch this ain't an ass this a man pussy. Maybe I'll let you get away with
calling it ya bussy. But don't get sassy faggot."  He stuck his finger into
my mouth. I tasted the sour juices of my ass that were left on his finger.
"How you like that whore"

I was enjoying this play. Never had I been forced to what boiled down to
eating my own ass. I mean I may have shared a kiss with a man after he went
down on me but this was a different feeling completely.

Rome reaches down and grabbed my underwear from the floor.

"This part is going to be rough. But I've got to break your bitch ass in
and make you a proper bottom bitch."  He took my underwear and stuffed them
into my mouth. Since they were clean it didn't have any sort of sourness to
them. But I was still fearful of what came next. No longer could I speak.
No longer could I defend myself.

"I won't hurt you, unless I have to" I heard my King spit several times and
then it sounded like he rubbed it onto something. Then he spit a few more
times. But this time I felt giant wads fling onto my ass crack. And then I
felt his finger slide in me. This time he wasn't as forceful with it. He
dug in and out a few times and then I noticed he inserted another. And then
another. That last finger really began to spread me out and hurt. I
screamed out but my screams were all but muffled by the undergarment that
resides in my mouth.

"I know your faggot ass can take it doing all that crying out for what?
Just push down." He took his fingers out of me and I felt relief. But the
relief was brief. I then felt something much larger pressing against my
hole. He still had one hand on the back of my neck so there was no way for
me to turn my head to at least gauge the size of his cock. But a boy with
this much confidence plus the fact that he was black I was sure it was
probably long and hardy.

"Here goes nothing" the previous pressure I felt in my ass was replaced by
what felt like fire rushing up my spine. His cock was sliding into my
barely lubed ass. All I could do was try to fight the pain. He did me a
favor by going slowly. He paused and I was about certain he had it all the
way in. I began to relax and felt stuffed.

  "How's it feel ya old bitch think you can take some more". The pain which
should have led to a moment of agony quickly subsided. He felt wonderful
inside me. I guess I didn't respond quickly enough.

"I'll just hold right here. Let me know when you're ready" I just laid
there still and continued to relax my ass on his spear of a cock. How much
more he had to go was unknown to me. But I wanted to be ready.

"Let's start from the beginning" he pulled his cock out to it was probably
just the head still in. He spit a few times onto both my ass crack and what
I'm guess was his dick.

"Leggo" and with that he jack hammered his cock right into me. And he was
right it felt like he what felt like a whole foot worth of dick that was
plunging into me.  Waves of pleasure rippled you from his cock as I felt
that he was stimulating my prostate with each stroke. I just closed my eyes
and grunted as I just got lost in the sensation.

"First time is a freebie, but if you want me to cum in your ass again
you'll have to deserve it". Was he expecting to have sex with me again. I
didn't much care. I was loving this moment not truly wanting it to end. I
felt him collapse upon me and he began to pick up the pace on his strokes.
It began to burn and the fire from before started to run back up my spine.
Then in an almost animalistic form he bit down onto my shoulder. I could
feel the sweat dripping mixing with my own. It was hard to focus on any one
particular pain more than the other.

Before I knew it I felt my ass began to fill with what felt like a gallon
of cum. Warm jizz that was just flowing threw me and making his cock
pushing in and out of me more tolerable.

"I'm bout to pull out if you leak any of my precious nut out of your ass
then your ass is grass and you may never have the joy of carrying my nut
batter in that ass of your again." He pulled out and I clinched down as
hard as I could.

I was able to muffle our through my underwear. "Yes, King as you wish". I
didn't know how much of that he actually caught or cared to understand. But
somehow I was able to tell that he was pleased by how I addressed him. He
rolled off of me and stood behind me.

I was exhausted. I just closed my eyes.

"I'm gonna wash ya filthy cunt off of me. Don't move. Just lay there in
your filth and enjoy my gift to you." I didn't have the energy to move so
there was no problem with that. I found myself drifting off to sleep. This
night was amazing.

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