Jojo hopped in the back seat and the big black man got in the drivers
seat.
This big muscular man had Jojo in the back seat in what could have
only been described as a booster seat. He looked at Jojo as he drove
along.
You going to be a good boy tonight?
The shape of Jojo's mouth made a curious sound as he agreed to his
dates question.
Good boy.
When he got to the rave he unbuckled Jojo and grabbed him around the
waist hoisting him like a stack of books under his arm. Jojo wasn't
chubby but having been shortened and given the cushion he wasn't the
bull he had been.
When he burst through the door Jojo's face would have been aghast at
all the big black men waiting for the party favor if he didn't have
that already stunned look on his face.
His date unzipped his fly and his long schlong emptied out like a big
black river from his jeans. It was already hardening when he moved to
work Jojo around and untied the laces on the back end of Jojo's
leather shorts. With one great thrust he placed Jojo on his long
schlong in one swift move He tried to let out a scream but his stunned
face was met with an equally long and thick dick at this end.
Back and forth Jojo went from being impaled from one end to the other.
Jojo was like a piston from ram rod to ram rod. Dump after dump filled
his ass and his mouth until he was so bloated his eyes felt like they
were floating.
When he was dropped off home he was painfully bloated and there was a
wad of singles stuffed in his leather harness and shorts.
Between dates he danced on a large box, too high for him to get down
without hurting himself and earning his keep.
Jojo waddled his ass, cheeks stuck together with dried cum, up to his
brothers room where he emptied his funds into Jeff's piggy bank and
went to the bathroom to hose himself down and try to pass as much of
the cum as he possibly could before his next date night.