Succubus

Aaron looked through his binoculars into Tasha's room. The meaty Black bitch was riding Trayveon's cock. God, that guy was a stallion, Aaron thought, balanced precariously in the tree. Aaron was worried the softball player would outdo the bull, but to his relief, Tasha was practically catatonic by the time the stud pulled out, cumming all over her ass and back. And as he pulled out, panting, a tiny pebble hit the window. And then another.

Trayveon walked to the window, opening it. He saw the effeminate white boy in the tree.

"The fuck you up to?" he asked in disbelief. Aaron stayed silently, pointing at an alley across the street, and making an exaggerated blowjob gesture. Trayveon shrugged.

Twenty minutes later he showed up. Aaron had already been there besides the dumpster, his glossy hair tied back. Neither said anything. That's probably make one or both of them flee.

Instead, Trayveon pulled out his massive cock, even flaccid. Aaron sniffed it delicately. It reeked of pussy. But just the same, he started to lick it clean, from the man's asshole to the cocktip.

"Ain't ever had one of you suck it," Trayveon groaned. "This ain't half bad." Aaron took the pleasure as a sign to continue, fellating the man back to stiffness.

"Oh, you ain't no fuckin' boy," Trayveon growled. "You a fuckin' succubus."

"A fuckin' suck on you," Aaron said. Trayveon laughed, a deep chuckle as he held the boy against the dumpster, fucking his throat for a full half hour before giving him his dinner.