Nail Day

Every two weeks Shanequa went in to get her nails and hair done, leaving Jaylen and Douglas at home to fend for the children. And each other.

"Get your white ass over here, boy," Jaylen said, the fathering part of his day done, and unable and unwilling to wait for Shanequa's return.

"Yes, Sir," Douglas agreed, walking over to Jaylen. He didn't want to, he knew. But he needed to. It was wordless between them, neither wanting to acknowledge the act, but both knowing it needed to be done. Douglas undid Jaylen's belt and his pants, tugging out the long, thick, uncut Black cock that haunted his dreams. He sniffed it loudly, from the tip to the base.

"Stop being like a pig, dawg. Suck that dick," Jaylen ordered. Douglas flushed, leaning down and wrapping his soft lips around Jaylen's pole. He pushed his mouth down skillfully, Jaylen slipping into his throat.

Jaylen closed his eyes, not wanting to acknowledge what was sucking on him, but cupping Douglas's skull with a single large hand, and thrusting upward, fucking the tight wet mouth of Douglas, who moaned with anticipation.

They were like that until Douglas's drool was pooling off Jayden's heavy nutsack. Only then did he cum, down Douglas's throat, filling his belly with his seed. Jayden rolled over, letting Douglas clean him and tongue his balls and ass until Shanequa came home to relieve Douglas.