High & Taken by Two Black Studs

A quiet bike ride ends with weed, beers, and two hung strangers turning my night filthy.

I pedaled slowly through the quiet neighborhood streets, the cool evening air brushing over my light brown skin and making the faint sheen of sweat from the ride cling just a little tighter to my body. The house had felt too still tonight—my parents settled deep into the living room couch, the low murmur of some old black-and-white movie drifting up the stairs like white noise. Finn was out on his first real date with Olivia, the two of them finally giving things a shot after the whole messy blowup with Henry, and that left me alone with nothing but the restless throb between my legs. My hole had been aching all week, that deep, hungry emptiness that no amount of toys or fingers could quite fill. I’d thought about going full girl mode—long wig, full makeup, those glossy black heels that made my hips sway like they had a mind of their own—but with my parents home, sneaking out dressed like that was asking for trouble. The usual quick change in the mall restroom felt like too much effort tonight anyway. Instead, I’d slipped into my everyday clothes, the kind that still turned heads without any extra work: tight skinny jeans that hugged every generous curve of my hips and clung to the thick, rounded swell of my chunky ass like they were painted on, the denim stretching taut over my shapely thighs with each push of the pedals. A faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt draped softly across my lean frame, the hem riding up just enough to tease the smooth dip of my narrow waist whenever I shifted. I’d zipped a lightweight track jacket over it against the chill, then laced up my white high-top sneakers with the black accents, the kind that made my legs look even longer and more inviting. Underneath it all sat the skimpy black lace thong I’d chosen on a whim, its delicate strings teasing against my completely smooth, hairless skin and cradling my five-inch circumcised cock and full sac in a snug, secret embrace. At sixteen and standing five-foot-eight at around sixty-seven kilos, I knew exactly how I looked even in these simple layers—my round, feminine face with its large brown eyes, narrow nose, and naturally pouty lips framed by my dark chin-length wavy hair often made strangers do double-takes, and the way my body curved in all the soft, plush places only added to it.

The OnlyFans page Finn had set up was still humming along in the background of my thoughts as I cruised. He’d handled everything under the name and papers of the twenty-two-year-old guy next door to him—the one everyone called slow—which let us verify the account without raising flags, even though we were both just sixteen-year-olds. We’d pulled in just shy of four hundred dollars from the four videos we’d posted so far, and the page wasn’t even two months old yet, but the comments kept pouring in stronger every day. Perseverance was going to pay off; I could feel it in the way my notifications lit up at night. Still, the ache in my hole was louder than any dollar sign tonight, so I kept pedaling, letting the breeze cool the warmth building low in my belly.

That’s when the sharp, sweet smell of pot drifted my way from a small apartment building just ahead. Two Black guys in their mid-twenties were lounging on the front steps, passing a joint back and forth under the dim streetlight. The taller one—lean and athletic with smooth dark skin, sharp cheekbones, and a neatly trimmed fade that highlighted his strong jawline—wore a plain white tank top that clung to his toned chest and shoulders, loose gray basketball shorts hanging low on his narrow hips, and black slides on his feet with a thick silver chain around his neck. The other was stockier, broader through the chest and arms with a bit of a gut straining against his black graphic tee and a full beard framing his rounder face. His hair was cut short and tight, and he had on baggy black cargo shorts with white sneakers and a gold watch glinting on his wrist. They both had that easy, street-smart vibe, tattoos peeking from their sleeves and necks.

They spotted me and let out low wolf whistles, clearly mistaking me for a girl at first glance. I pedaled closer and stopped my bike right in front of them, swinging one shapely leg over the frame with a small smile. “Hey,” I said, my voice soft but clear, the pouty curve of my lips catching the light. “I’m not a girl, just so you know. I’m a boy.” I watched their expressions shift—surprise flickering across both faces before they blinked it away.

The taller one, who introduced himself as Darnell, rubbed the back of his neck with a low chuckle. “Damn, my bad. You had us fooled for a second there. You look… real good, though. No lie.” His dark eyes traced over the way my skinny jeans hugged my curvy hips and the thick swell of my ass without any awkwardness, just open appreciation.

The stockier one, Lamar, nodded as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke, his full beard twitching with a grin. “Yeah, for real. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Name’s Lamar. You want a hit? This shit’s smooth tonight.” He held out the joint, and I took it without hesitation, inhaling deep as the warm, hazy buzz started to settle into my limbs.

We started chatting right there on the steps, the conversation flowing easy under the streetlight. They told me about their day—Darnell worked construction, Lamar did deliveries—and I mentioned I was just out riding to clear my head. The joint passed between us three times, each pull making the world feel softer, warmer, the ache between my legs sharpening into something sweeter. They kept complimenting me in that casual way, eyes lingering on how the track jacket framed my lean upper body and the way the jeans stretched across my shapely thighs and the generous curve of my rear. “You got a face that stops traffic,” Darnell said with a lazy smile, his lean frame shifting closer on the step. “Those big brown eyes, that wavy hair… shit’s pretty as hell.”

Lamar laughed low, passing the joint back. “For real. Most guys wouldn’t pull off those jeans like that. You make ‘em look good.” The high wrapped around me like a blanket, loosening my shoulders, and when they invited me inside for a cold beer, I accepted with a nod and a grin, leaning my bike against the railing and following them into the modest ground-floor apartment.

The place was simple but comfortable—worn couch in the living room, a small TV playing low in the background, the faint scent of weed and takeout still hanging in the air. We cracked open three cold beers, the cans hissing open as we settled in, and the conversation picked up right where it left off. Half an hour later, the buzz from the weed and the beer had everything feeling loose and electric. Darnell leaned in first, his hand brushing my knee, and then Lamar’s fingers grazed my thigh. One thing led to another, and suddenly the three of us were tangled together on the worn couch, mouths hot and eager.

Darnell’s lips found mine first, firm and insistent, his tongue sliding against my pouty ones as I moaned softly into the kiss. Lamar’s mouth was on my neck a second later, sucking a wet mark just below my ear while his broader hands roamed down my sides. I kissed them back with equal hunger, my soft fingers tugging at the hem of Darnell’s white tank top and then Lamar’s graphic tee, the heat between us building fast. Clothes started coming off in a rush—my track jacket hit the floor first, then my Led Zeppelin t-shirt, the cool air kissing my smooth light brown skin and making my soft conical breasts tighten instantly. I was left in just the skinny jeans and high-top sneakers, the skimpy black lace thong peeking out at the waistband, its thin strings framing the smooth curve where my five-inch circumcised cock strained against the delicate fabric.

Darnell and Lamar stripped down too, revealing their hard, dark bodies: Darnell’s lean, defined muscles flexing under smooth skin, his eight-inch cock already stiff and veined, curving slightly as it throbbed heavy between his legs; Lamar’s stockier, powerful build with that bit of a gut and his thicker seven-inch shaft standing proud, the head flushed dark and glistening. They pulled me between them on the couch, and I dropped to my knees on the carpet without being asked, my large brown eyes looking up at them through my dark wavy hair as my pouty lips parted in anticipation.

I started with Darnell, leaning in to wrap my glossy lips around the fat head of his eight-inch cock. The velvety heat filled my mouth as I sucked him in deep, my tongue swirling slow and wet along the underside while my cheeks hollowed with firm, hungry pulls. Saliva built up fast, coating every thick inch as I bobbed lower, relaxing my throat until the head nudged the back of it and I gagged softly, the sound wet and needy. I pulled back just enough for strings of spit to connect my lips to his shaft, then turned to Lamar, taking his thicker seven-inch length between my pouty lips next. I sucked him with the same eager rhythm, hollowing my cheeks harder this time, my tongue pressing flat and lapping at every pulsing vein while my soft hands came up to stroke what my mouth couldn’t swallow. I dropped lower on both of them in turns, nuzzling my face into their heavy sacs, sucking one full ball into my warm mouth at a time—rolling it gently with my tongue, lips stretching around the smooth weight as I lavished long, reverent licks over the loose skin. My fingers pumped their slick shafts steadily the whole time, twisting at the heads until more precum leaked out and coated my palms.

They groaned above me, hands gripping my dark wavy hair as they started taking control. Darnell held my head steady first, driving his eight-inch cock deeper into my throat with steady thrusts that made my eyes water and my throat bulge visibly. I gagged hard around him, saliva pouring from the corners of my stretched lips in shiny rivulets that dripped down my chin and onto my bare chest, but I kept my large brown eyes locked on his face, moaning encouragement around the thick invasion. “That’s it, you eager little thing,” he muttered, voice rough. “Take that dick down your throat like you were made for it.” Lamar took his turn next, his thicker shaft stretching my lips wider as he fucked my face with rougher, shorter pumps, his stockier hips snapping forward until his balls slapped wetly against my chin. “Fuck, look at you gagging on us already,” he growled, one hand reaching down to pinch one of my soft conical breasts, twisting the sensitive nipple until I whimpered around his cock. “Pathetic little femboy mouth feels too good for a boy this pretty.”

I kept worshipping them with everything I had—alternating between deep, sloppy sucks and ball-licking devotion, my tongue laving every inch while my hands stroked and squeezed. Saliva ran messily down my neck, soaking my skin as they used my throat in turns, their dirty words spilling out nonstop: calling me their perfect cock-hungry hole, their girly little slut who looked too soft and curvy to be hiding a dick in those jeans. My own five-inch cock strained painfully against the skimpy black lace thong, the front darkened with a wet spot where the tip leaked steadily, but I stayed focused on them, moaning louder with every thrust that made my wavy hair bounce and my soft chest jiggle.

They didn’t let me finish them there. After long minutes of me kneeling between their spread thighs, gagging and drooling all over their cocks and balls, Darnell pulled me up by the hair with a low chuckle. “C’mere, pretty thing. We ain’t done with you yet.” They guided me back onto the couch, my body still buzzing from the high and the taste of them on my tongue. Lamar’s broader hands hooked into the waistband of my skinny jeans and the black lace thong underneath, yanking both down roughly around my high-top sneakers in one impatient tug. Cool air hit my exposed skin—my smooth, hairless groin, my five-inch circumcised cock springing free and bobbing stiffly, my full sac hanging heavy beneath it, and the thick, chunky curves of my ass now completely bare and jiggling from the motion.

Lamar’s dark eyes dropped straight to my cock, his full beard twitching as his expression shifted. “Well, goddamn,” he muttered, voice thick with a mix of surprise and mean amusement. “Look at that tiny little thing on a body this fine. All soft tits and fat ass, and you’re packing this cute little dick? Pathetic… but kinda hot in a fucked-up way.” Darnell laughed low beside him, his lean fingers reaching down to give my shaft a quick, dismissive stroke. “For real. Girly boy like you with a prick this small? No wonder you’re out here begging to get used. That thing’s barely worth mentioning next to what we got.”

They didn’t wait for a reply. Strong hands gripped my narrow waist and bent me forward over the armrest of another couch, my palms slapping down on the cushions for balance as my high-top sneakers planted wide on the carpet. My skinny jeans and thong stayed bunched around my ankles, forcing my thick, chunky ass to push out high and inviting while my upper body draped over the padded arm, soft conical breasts squishing against the fabric. Lamar moved behind me first, his stockier frame pressing close as he spat thickly onto his thicker seven-inch cock and lined up the blunt head right against my tight, smooth hole.

The stretch hit sharp and immediate the second he pushed forward, that fat head forcing my ring to yield with a burning pop that made my large brown eyes flutter and a needy whimper slip from my pouty lips. “Oh fuck… you’re thick,” I gasped, voice already breathy and expressive, my dark chin-length wavy hair falling across one flushed cheek as I arched my back deeper for him. The burn flared hot through my core, but the weed and the weeks of aching emptiness turned it into something addictive fast, my smooth inner walls rippling around every veined inch as he sank deeper until his broader hips slapped flush against the plush curves of my rear.

Darnell didn’t give me time to adjust. He stepped in front, his lean frame towering over me, and guided his longer eight-inch cock straight to my glossy lips. I parted them eagerly, stretching wide around the fat head as he fed it into my mouth, the velvety heat sliding across my tongue while I hollowed my cheeks and sucked with hungry pulls. Saliva flooded my mouth instantly, coating his shaft as I bobbed forward to take him deeper, my throat relaxing inch by inch until the head nudged the back of it and I gagged softly, wet and needy. “That’s it, pretty thing,” Darnell groaned, one hand fisting my wavy hair to hold my head steady while he started thrusting, slow at first, then deeper, making my throat bulge visibly with every push. “Swallow that dick like the eager little slut you are.”

Lamar’s thicker cock was already pounding me from behind in steady, powerful strokes, his stockier build giving each thrust real weight that made my chunky ass ripple and jiggle against his hips. The angle over the armrest let him grind right against that sensitive spot deep inside me, sparks shooting up my spine with every slap of skin on skin. His rough hands seized the soft, yielding flesh of my rear, kneading them hard, fingers sinking deep into the plush curves before he cracked one palm across a cheek in a sharp, stinging spank. The impact bloomed hot and red across my light brown skin, the burn mixing with the stretch of his cock until I moaned loud around Darnell’s length, the sound vibrating straight down his shaft. “Fuck, this boy-pussy is gripping me so tight,” Lamar growled, voice rough and mean as he spanked me again, harder, the loud crack echoing through the small living room. “All soft and curvy like a girl, but look at that pathetic little cock leaking all over the couch. Tiny thing on a body this fine—disgusting how much you love getting wrecked.”

I whimpered in agreement, pushing back onto Lamar’s thicker shaft while my throat worked convulsively around Darnell’s longer one, gagging wetly as saliva poured from the corners of my stretched pouty lips and dripped in shiny strands down my chin onto the couch seat. My soft conical breasts swayed and jiggled with every thrust, nipples tight and aching. Darnell reached down and pinched one roughly, twisting it between his fingers until I cried out around his cock, the sharp pain shooting straight to where Lamar was railing me. “Pathetic little femboy tits,” Darnell muttered, slapping the other swell lightly before groping it hard, kneading the yielding flesh like he owned it. “You’re built for this shit—taking two real cocks at once while that worthless prick of yours just drips.”

They found a rhythm fast, Lamar’s stockier hips slamming forward so his heavy balls slapped against me while Darnell fucked my throat in perfect time, their hands never stopping—groping my jiggling ass, spanking the reddening cheeks until they glowed hot, pinching and twisting my sensitive nipples until they throbbed. The double assault had me whimpering and moaning nonstop, my large brown eyes watering as tears streaked my flushed round face, but I kept sucking and pushing back, my voice muffled and broken. “Mmmph—harder… please, fuck me harder,” I managed when Darnell pulled back enough for air, strings of spit connecting my glossy lips to his glistening shaft. Lamar laughed low and cruel, shoving two thick fingers alongside his cock to stretch me even wider, scissoring them roughly while he pounded deeper. The added burn made my hole flutter wildly, the pain melting into overwhelming fullness that had my own five-inch cock leaking steadily onto the couch cushions below.

They kept me like that for long, relentless minutes, using my mouth and ass in perfect sync until my thighs trembled and my soft chest heaved with every breath. Finally Lamar pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and whining at the sudden emptiness, a trickle of spit running down my crack. “Lets strip him the rest of the way,” Darnell said, voice thick. They yanked my skinny jeans and thong completely off, tossing them aside so I was left in nothing but my white high-top sneakers. Then they guided me to the low coffee table in front of the couch, laying me on my back across the sturdy surface. My legs were lifted high, knees pushed back toward my shoulders until my high-tops dangled in the air above me, the position tilting my thick ass upward and exposing my slick, puffy hole completely.

Darnell moved between my spread thighs first, his lean frame looming as he lined up his eight-inch cock and drove back inside in one smooth, deep thrust. The new angle let him sink even farther, every thick inch dragging along my inner walls and grinding hard against that electric spot with each powerful downward stroke. I cried out sharply, my large brown eyes fluttering as the fresh stretch burned hot before blooming into pure pleasure. At the same time Lamar straddled my face, his thicker seven-inch cock hanging heavy above me as he lowered his hips and fed it straight down my throat. I stretched my pouty lips wide, taking him deep while my tongue swirled frantically underneath, gagging wetly as his balls rested against my chin. The dual fullness overwhelmed me—Darnell railing my hole with long, punishing strokes that made my soft conical breasts bounce on my chest, Lamar’s shaft stretching my throat until my eyes streamed and saliva bubbled from the corners of my mouth.

They switched after a while, Lamar taking his turn between my legs while Darnell straddled my face, their hands never idle. Spanks landed on my upturned thighs and the soft swells of my chest, the sharp stings blooming hot as they groped and kneaded every inch of me, pinching my nipples until they ached deliciously. “Look at this greedy hole swallowing us,” Lamar grunted, his stockier hips snapping forward harder, making my high-tops sway in the air. “Pathetic little dick twitching on your stomach the whole time. Girly boy like you was made to get fucked stupid.” I moaned brokenly around the thick cock buried in my throat, my voice vibrating through them as I pushed my hips up to meet every thrust, the coffee table creaking beneath me.

The high made everything feel endless and electric. They kept me there, switching back and forth, grinding deep and relentless until my hole felt sore and sloppy, my soft light brown skin glowing with handprints. Then they pulled me up again, guiding me back to the couch. Lamar sat down first, his thicker cock standing straight up as I straddled his lap facing away from him. I reached back, guiding the blunt head to my stretched entrance, then sank down slowly, taking every thick inch in one long glide until my chunky ass rested fully against his hips. The position spread me wide open, letting Darnell step in front and feed his longer cock straight into my mouth again. I started bouncing hard on Lamar, lifting and dropping with deep, rolling motions that made my plush rear slap against his thighs, the wet sounds obscene as I rode him. Darnell’s hands fisted my wavy hair, fucking my throat in rhythm while both of them molested me—kneading my jiggling ass cheeks, spanking them red again, slapping my soft conical breasts and pinching the stiff nipples until I was whimpering and moaning around his shaft.

“Ride that dick, you worthless little whore,” Lamar groaned behind me, his broader hands cracking across my ass harder. “Bouncing like a slut on a real man’s cock while you choke on another. That tiny prick of yours is dripping everywhere—cute as hell on a body this soft and curvy.” I bounced faster, my curvy hips rolling deep, enjoying every slap and grope as they degraded me, my large brown eyes watering but sparkling with pleasure.

We didn’t stay on the couch long. They carried me to the bedroom, my legs still shaky, and laid me on my back on the unmade bed. My high-tops pointed at the ceiling as they pushed my knees wide apart and back toward my shoulders, spreading me open in a deep V that tilted my thick ass up perfectly. Darnell climbed between my thighs first, sliding back inside my sore, slick hole with a deep thrust that made me gasp. At the same time Lamar straddled my face again, lowering his heavy balls right onto my mouth. I licked and sucked them eagerly, tongue swirling over the smooth sac while my lips pulled one then the other into the wet heat of my mouth, nuzzling and lavishing them with long, messy strokes as Darnell pounded me missionary-style. They switched places after a few minutes, the angle letting each of them grind relentlessly against my prostate, their hands abusing my body—slapping my face lightly, pinching my breasts harder, leaving red marks everywhere. “Moan for us, you pathetic femboy cumdump,” Darnell growled while he fucked me, his lean hips snapping forward. “That boy-pussy is getting so sloppy and loose for us.”

The physical intensity peaked when they flipped me onto all fours in the center of the bed. Lamar mounted me from behind, slamming his thicker cock back into my ass in one brutal thrust while Darnell knelt in front and shoved his longer shaft down my throat. They spit-roasted me like that, switching every few minutes—rough hair-pulling, hard spanks that left my chunky ass bruised and glowing, fingers shoved deep alongside whichever cock was in my hole to stretch me even wider. The dirty talk never stopped, their voices rough and cruel as they called me their pathetic femboy fucktoy, their cum-hungry boy-pussy, laughing at how my tiny cock leaked untouched beneath me. The relentless double assault finally pushed me over the edge. My hole clenched wildly around the thick shaft that buried inside as I came hard, thick ropes shooting onto the sheets below while waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through me, my soft conical breasts heaving and my large brown eyes rolling back.

Lamar came next, flooding deep into my ass with thick, hot pulses while I swallowed Darnell’s load down my throat in heavy, salty ropes. They pulled out only to switch, Darnell adding his final spurts to the messy overflow leaking from my stretched hole as I milked the last drops from Lamar’s cock with my tongue. Cum dripped everywhere—down my thighs, from my chin, pooling warm on the sheets—while I swallowed what I could, the taste filling me completely.

Minutes later we lay tangled and spent on the bed, breathing hard. They grinned at me with easy, satisfied smiles as we exchanged numbers. I pulled my clothes back on—skinny jeans hugging my curvy hips, Led Zeppelin t-shirt draped over my soft chest, track jacket zipped up, high-top sneakers laced tight—and slipped out into the night. The bike ride home was slow, the pleasant ache between my legs a deep, satisfied throb and the taste of them still lingering on my tongue. The week without cock felt like ancient history now. I should set up another meeting with Darnell and Lamar soon—this time bringing Finn along so he could record every second for my OnlyFans. At sixteen, with my light brown body still buzzing and my hole deliciously used, the night had been exactly what I needed.