Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 07:58:15 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Four.

   We stood there and looked at each others' body, taking in the beauty of
the naked form and saw that everything was in the right place and that both
of us were sporting fine erections. Again, without words, we moved into
each others' arms to kiss and squash our respective organs up against our
stomachs as we went into a clinch. From there it was just a short move to
the bed where we lay down and began to fondle each other.

   I made the first move by breaking off the kissing of lips and began to
move down his body, kissing as I went until I crossed the flat stomach and
was faced with the erect penis lying there, quivering and jumping slightly
in front of my eyes. I gently took hold of it with two fingers and held it
up so that it was standing proud of the pubic hairs and stomach and began
to kiss it. Not only that, but used my teeth to nibble down the shaft on
one side and back up on the other before taking it firmly in my hand to
slowly massage the soft outer skin of the muscle.

   Only after blowing a gentle stream of air down into the eye of the
exposed head did I eventually take him into my mouth. I felt James tremble
under me as I did so and took in as much as I could, loving having an erect
cock once more in between my lips. He shuddered at feeling my hot mouth
engulf him and he clenched his fists as I began using my head on him until
he gave out a hoarse whisper.

   `Turn round Timothy.'

   This I did, shuffling on the bed without letting go of that glorious
organ in my mouth until I was lying in the opposite direction to which we
had first lain down. I then felt my throbbing cock being taken in hand and
I had the joy of having my own cock sucked upon at the same time. I was in
heaven having his hard flesh in my mouth, pushing the foreskin back with my
lips so that I held the hard knob there for me to suck and tease with my
tongue as I sucked upon James.

   The added joy was that he was doing exactly what I was doing to him and
we both worked in unison as we sucked and worked with our hands and mouths
to bring about the desired result. It was a frenzy of sucking and jerking
as we came together, sperm flowing from both cocks at the same time as we
lifted up our hips to meet the down coming mouth to take the outpourings
into each other's mouth. To have and to hold, savouring the taste as it was
moved round the mouth by the tongue before swallowing and then licking and
cleaning up after the emission.

   Again, it was a fierce combat of kissing after I had turned back round
on the bed, though I relaxed more and let James do most of the work in this
respect, taking his tongue into my mouth and sucking on the end of it as we
kissed. Then in an almost state of exhaustion, we broke apart and I curled
up in his arms before speaking.

   `If this is to be a relationship,' I said in a low voice as I held onto
the arm that encircled me, my head resting on his chest, `I'd rather be the
wife than the husband.' I felt the arm that held me tighten up and give me
a squeeze.

   `Okay, but we still get to change roles, for I need it as much as you
do,' James breathed into my ear.

   `But of course James. A wife must always obey her husband, shouldn't
she?' I giggled and nestled further down into his arms.  So with a big sigh
from both of us, we slipped into this relationship and within an hour, he
was up and ready and I begged that I be fucked first.

   We parted from our embrace and James brought three pillows down to the
end of the bed and got me to lie down on them, my backside and upper hips
on these upraised pillows so that my shoulders and head were flat down on
the bed. He'd donned a condom and moved in between my open legs and pulled
them up so that my heels were resting on his shoulders. This was the first
time for me in this position where I could see what was going to happen
between my up and outstretched legs.

   It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but I saw that sheathed
cock waver about as my legs were raised high and then felt the head of
James's cock touch my backside and felt immensely happy. With it ready in
position, he took hold of my upper legs and pulled me towards his erection
as he moved forward to push himself inside my waiting orifice.

   I gave out a gasp as the cock head enlarged my back passage and then
came the balm as it slid inside to fill me and feel the thighs of James
come up to press against the cheeks of my bum.

   `God that's beautiful,' I cried out as the whole length of him entered
me. With my stomach cramped as it was, I felt every inch of it and loved
having it pushed inside me. I used my inner muscle to clamp down on that
solid bar of flesh that was there and squeezed with all my might to give
James the same pleasure that I was getting as he began to move and fuck me.

   Both of us got the pleasure though from different angles. I on the bed
bent upwards as I was being serviced, my face alight at being able to see
the expression of joy on James face as he moved in and out apart from what
he was getting and feeling in the meantime. For James, he could see me
smiling up at him as he held my legs up on his shoulders as he moved in and
out of me.

   This was the thrill of sex in this way between two men that they could
both see each other's face as they fucked as opposed to just looking at the
back of the partner below. With his feet on the floor, James was able to
get more purchase and therefore give me a right good rogering which was
what I wanted and exalted in seeing the expression on my face below him as
he started to come. He held my legs tight and pulled me even harder towards
him as he thrust in and pumped out what was in his sac, his legs trembling
as he came in short sharp jerks.

   Even though this was the first time I'd been fucked in this awkward
position, I loved it. It was just the pure fact of having the hard cock of
a man up inside me that negated any other faults that might be there. I
just loved an erect cock in whichever orifice my partner wanted to put it.

   I gave out a cry when he pulled out and let my legs down gently before
going off to dispose of the condom. I shifted the pillows back and went
into the bathroom to make sure that my backside was clean before going back
to the bed and rejoining James. We kissed and held each other tight and I
snuggled down for him to caress and run his fingers through my hair until I
fell asleep.

   I woke up early with my usual iron bar of a cock throbbing and I could
also feel that James was in a similar state as he lay snuggled up against
my back. I got up out of bed and went to where I'd seen the condoms stored
and got two out. James had woken up at my move from the bed and he smiled
when he saw the condoms and caught the one thrown at him as I unwrapped
mine and quickly put in on my hard cock as he went up onto his knees and
presented himself to me.

   This was to be my first time at having James and I savoured the moment
by taking a long look before stroking the pale cheeks before me as I got
between his legs and put one hand on the naked hip. With my other hand, I
nestled the sheathed head of my cock between those cheeks and slowly pushed
myself inside him. There was a gasp as the head entered into the tight
passage and I then placed my other hand on his hip and leaned on him as I
moved forward until my thighs touched his bum and was fully inside him. I
began to move my own hips and slowly fucked James and loved every minute of
my cock throbbing inside that tightness as I did so. He did his part by
moving backwards to every forward thrust by me and soon we were moving fast
as my pressure built up before I grasped his hips more firmly as I came. My
body gave out a shudder as I shot my load into the condom and ground my
body against that of James in my coming throes.

   James too gave out a big sigh when I pulled out and quickly disposed of
the soiled condom as he put his on and was kneeling up ready when I got
onto the bed for my turn. I knelt and gave out a gurgle as the large cock
head of James enlarged my hole to slip inside me and I let out my pent up
breath as the whole length of his hardened flesh bored into me. This was
the pleasure I'd been seeking and loved to feel every inch of the man as he
moved himself in and out of my body and then urged him to be rougher.

   `Harder James, harder please,' I panted and loved feeling the slapping
of the thighs against the cheeks of my bum. I began to twist my hips to get
more of a sensation as the tempo began to increase. My own still semi erect
cock was bouncing about under me as James really bucked and ploughed into
me before holding me tight to himself as he began to come. He jerked
several times as he did so, releasing the contents from his balls into me
and gave out a small cry as he came.

   I waited till he'd come to a stop before slowly easing my body down onto
the bed until I was flat on my front and had the whole weight of James on
my back and with that lovely cock still deeply embedded inside me.

   `God I love this James,' I said in a muffled voice as I used my inner
muscles and squeezed that still hard penis inside of me. So we lay like
this for some time as he gently rocked on top of me, both getting real
pleasure at having his cock massaged in this way. But nature began to take
its course and he slowly started to subside and then it was time to pull
out which was the part that I had begun to come to hate.

   We took it in turns to have a shower as the cubicle wasn't big enough
for both of us to wash at the same time and I was glad that it was Saturday
and didn't have to go to the bank.

   With both of us showered and clean though unshaven, naked, we went
through to the kitchen where James donned a small pinny so that he didn't
splash his parts and began to make breakfast. I thought he looked rather
cute with the white straps tied in a bow behind him, the ends of the tape
running down between the cheeks of his bare bum as he stood by the stove.

   Following his directions, I made the coffee and we sat down to eat and
talk, smiling at each other as we did so. There was much touching of the
hands as we ate and talked of how much we had both enjoyed the night and
morning's sex.

   `I must get dressed,' James said, `and have a shave and open the
gallery.'

   `I must go home too,' I replied.

   `But you are coming back?' James asked, an anguished expression on his
face as he clutched at my hand.

   `Of course,' I smiled. `I need a shave as well as a change of
clothes. I'll also get something for tonight's dinner if you want me to
stay.'

   `Stay? Of course I want you to stay. Now that I've seen your body, I
can't wait to paint you in all your glory,' he said with his eyes
shining. So without letting go of each other's hand, we left the kitchen
and went back to the bedroom where we had another kiss before breaking
apart to get dressed. It didn't take James long to shave and he led the way
downstairs and opened the outer door for any customers that might pass by
and let me out.

   I went home and had my shave and changed into some fresh clothes and
then went shopping and finished up with two heavy bags which I took back to
the gallery. James face lit up in a smile as I walked in, and as he was
with a potential buyer, I indicated that I was going upstairs with the
shopping and he nodded. With this stowed away in the fridge and cupboards,
I went back downstairs and into the gallery just as the other person was
leaving, empty handed.

   `Cretin,' James said after he had shut the front door, the small bell
giving out its tinkle as he did so.

   `No sale then?'

   `He didn't know what he wanted, but I'm glad to see you back. Come, now
let me show you the other gallery.' He led me back through the beaded
curtain and then another into what was the back showroom. Here were many
drawings and paintings of an erotic nature, on the walls, on easels and
generally scattered about in stacks.

   `This is where most of my sales come from. You'd be surprised at the
number of regular customers I get that buy from this room,' James said as
he waved his hand around. Some of the work was in pencil, some in crayon, a
few in oil and the rest in watercolour. They were all nude studies of both
the male and female form, most were singles but a lot were of various
sexual acts being performed by a mixture of genders.

   `Now let me show you the studio,' he said and led me upstairs and into
the rear half of the house. I was amazed at how bright it was because of
all the glass that covered one wall and most of what would have been the
roof. There was one large bed in there, a chaise lounge and various types
of chairs and one big easel facing these, its board to the incoming
light. Next to this was a tea trolley, or something similar that was
covered in pots of paint brushes and tubes and other accessories to the
trade and art of painting. Against the only other wall to the left was a
workbench that had a weird looking apparatus on it that James explained was
for stretching the canvas to fit the wooden frames that he had made and
some were down by one side waiting to be used. Also along this wall were
shelves and hangers that were full of props that could be worn by his
models.

   We were interrupted by the front door bell giving out its chime and
James went down to see to the potential customer while I poked about the
studio. As it was now almost lunch time, I went into the kitchen and made
us both a light meal and opened a bottle of wine to go with it and James
came back after selling a picture and was quite pleased at both the sale
and that I had prepared the meal.

   `Just as a good wife should do,' he said with a grin as he sat down and
beamed at me.

   James was very pleased when he closed the door at the end of the day's
trading, having sold another two pictures. His target was three a week, and
having reached this in one day made him a very happy man and couldn't wait
to kiss me in his joy. We had dinner to much smiles and hand touching
across the table so that we both couldn't wait for the meal to end and
retire to the bedroom.

   Our love making was without the haste of the previous night, taking our
time to undress each other, kissing in between each garment removal till we
were both naked. Then came the embrace so that our erections clashed before
we made ourselves comfortable on the bed and went into the sixty nine
position so that we could feast our eyes on the erect organ of each other.

   With gentle fingers, we touched what was before us and played with the
organ like a concert pianist. Stroking, caressing and then bestowing the
odd kiss before really getting down to the serious art of sucking on the
fiery head as our hands gently massaged the hard root of each other. We
were both amazed that we could make this play last out for nearly an hour
and a half before nature took over and insisted that we covered each cock
with our mouths to take the emissions that surged up each penis to erupt
for us to hold and savour before swallowing.

   After much kissing of what was held in the hand, we moved again so that
we could be in each other's arms to kiss and cuddle and regain our strength
for the more strenuous exercise of performing anal sex between us. As much
as I liked having an erect cock in my mouth to suck and gently chew on, I
also loved having that hardness up inside myself. I was therefore pleased
when I managed to bring James up to the point where I could then help by
rolling a condom onto that heavy throbbing cock that would soon be where I
wanted it most. I turned round and went onto my knees and winced at the
entry of him but began to salivate as his length slid in and fully entered
and filled me.

   `God, I love this part,' I panted, having the other hand come and hold
my hip as I felt the pulse beat of the weapon up inside me and feel it
begin to move and give me the thrill that I desired most in the world. That
live, hard, living organ that throbbed and beat a tattoo to my insides and
made me feel alive as my own erection proved as it waved and bounced
beneath me as I was gloriously fucked.

   It was lovely to wake up in the morning with an arm over my side and to
feel the hard body of another man close up to me. The body wasn't the only
hard thing I felt pressed up between us and I lay for a few minutes
thinking of it soon to be back inside me. My own erection was like a solid
iron bar and it made me wonder why is it that it's always at its hardest
when one wakes up?

   I'd been prepared for this and had put two condoms by the side of the
bed before we had retired the night before. I was able to move James onto
his back without waking him and then got one of the rubbers out of its
packet but knew I would wake him when I started to put it on his rampant
cock. He gave out a groan as I lifted it upright and slipped the thing over
the head of his cock and saw a small smile come over his face as he became
aware of what I was doing as I rolled it down.

   `I don't need to ask what that's for, do I?' he asked sleepily.

   `There'd be something wrong with you if you did darling,' I replied,
moving back to give him a kiss. `Your wife wants her oats and so do you I
think.' He gave me a kiss and pushed me back onto the bed as he got up onto
his knees, his lovely truncheon waving about as he did so.

   `Roll over and rise to be fed then,' he said, and I quickly rose up onto
my knees and moved my legs apart for him to get in between them behind
me. His left hand came onto my hip and I felt his tool nudge me and I
relaxed and waited for him to start.

   With it being held in position by his own body, the other hand came to
my hip and he slowly leaned forward. I loved this when his slow push began
to stretch my muscle and though it gave me a little pain, it was one that I
had come to love as the prelude to what followed. With my hole fully
extended, the head slipped inside with his shaft following to utterly fill
me, with delight too I might add. His thighs came to rest against the
cheeks of my bum and I had his hands holding me firmly and his great
throbbing organ inside me, pulsating and making me come out in goose bumps.

   `Love me James. Love and fuck me at the same time,' I whispered as I
bent my head down to the pillow in silent homage to the great God
Phallus. So he did. With slow languorous movements, he moved in and out of
my back passage that set all my nerves on edge and made me tingle all
over. He would pull right back until the head of his cock began to stretch
me again before moving back inside and I would use that inner muscle to try
and squeeze the life out of him as he did so.

   `God, I love this,' he said as he methodically fucked away, his fingers
digging into my hips to draw me back onto him as he went forward. So do I,
I silently said as I gave myself up to the thrill and pleasure I was
getting from his reaming of me.

   Too soon, he began to move faster and really plunge in, though ramming
was more like it, and my cock was really bouncing about with his now
violent movements behind me. Then came that extra throb and pulsation as he
held me tight to his thighs as he jerked in short sharp jabs and came
inside me.

   What joy that was to have him throb like that as he came and I swear I
could feel his emissions even though it was into the condom. That itch that
had started inside me as I awoke had now been scratched and I fought
against his withdrawal, squeezing as hard as I could to hold him there, but
he won that battle. The head of his cock, not so large now, slid out
without any pain though I felt the loss quite acutely and hoped that it
wouldn't be too long before he was back inside me.

   Now it was my turn and while he disposed of his condom, I put on a fresh
one and was up and ready waiting for when he emerged from the bathroom. He
smiled at me as he got on the bed and assumed the position and I was
quickly there behind and soon inside to fuck him and I hope, give him as
much pleasure as he had given me.

   I think I started to come as soon as I pushed myself in, the tightness
compressing my length and I'm sure it made it longer than it was. I
thought, as I fucked him, that maybe I should see to him first in future as
my own pressure seemed to come so quickly and I was shooting my load before
I'd really got started. But that's life, and people who say you can't have
it both ways are quite wrong, because you can.

   Fully satisfied, we saw to our ablutions and showers and went, still
naked, to the kitchen for breakfast. This time I cooked. I got this little
piece of cloth out of a drawer, just like what a waitress wears in a
restaurant. That little square of white cotton at the front of her black
uniform and has longs strips of material for tying into a bow at the
back. I put this on and did a pirouette to show it off to James and was
pleased when he stroked the cheeks of my bum when I turned towards the
stove.

   `You look really cute in that,' he said, `and it's given me some ideas
for a series of drawings.' He wouldn't elaborate on what those ideas were
and so I would have to wait until he was ready to tell me. We ate our
breakfast and when I was putting the dishes in the sink, it was nice to
feel his arms come round and hold me. I could feel his semi erect prick
nestle itself between the cheeks of my bum as he held me, one hand going
under my little apron to fondle me as he kissed the back of my neck.

   `Leave the dishes,' he murmured as I felt his cock getting stiffer as he
manipulated mine, `and bend over the table.'

   Loving the feel of him behind me made me abandon the dishes and did as
he asked with him letting me go. I turned and spread the upper half of my
body over the now cleared table and let him spread my cheeks and enter
me. He was hard and ready for me and I gave out a grunt as he pushed
himself inside and I loved the roughness and joy of having his pulsating
organ inside me again. He was quick and almost brutal in his savage thrusts
and I know I felt him come inside me as he held me tight and jerked to send
his sperm deep up into me.

   We were both panting when he'd finished and I eased us both away from
the edge of the table so that I could move my hand down below to reach my
twitching piece. Keeping him inside me, I worked my hand on myself and had
the thrill of still being able to feel him throbbing in my body while
jerking myself off to come all over the floor and part of the underside of
the table.

   He waited until I had finished with myself before pulling out and had
the pleasure of him turning me round and going down to suck out the last
remnants of my come from my still hard prick. I didn't go down on him for
the obvious reason that he hadn't worn a condom. Then it was back to the
bathroom for him to wash himself and he also used a warm flannel to see to
my backside which was very nice and gentlemanly of him.

   `Let's stay naked all day,' he said when we'd finished. `I don't mind
working in the studio like this and I want to start doing a picture or two
of you as you are.'

   I didn't know how boring or hard it was to try and hold a pose in one
position for any length of time. He made me stand by the side of the
armchair with one hand resting on the top back part of it and to relax and
just stand there.

   He quickly clipped a sheet of clean paper to his easel and began
drawing. After twenty minutes, he let me sit down for five and then I was
up again in the same pose. This went on all morning and he did at least
five sketches of me in that time. They were, I must say, all excellent,
though he still had to put the finishing touches to my face which he said
he would do in the afternoon where I could sit down for this. He'd got the
stance and body form done, especially of my groin and I hadn't realised
until then of how well endowed I was to an onlooker. Especially when you
compared his drawings to pictures of the statues of Greek heroes with their
stubby little cocks and almost invisible balls.

   `You haven't exaggerated the size of me, have you?' I questioned as I
took another look at his drawings.

   `Not in the slightest,' he answered me. `I didn't need to. That's how
you look to me and they are in perfect proportion to the rest of your
body,' which pleased me immensely.

   It was just a snack lunch and then back to the studio for me to sit down
while he paid more attention to my facial features to add to the
pictures. All five were in slightly different poses and we both picked the
same one as being the best which he said he would frame and hang it in the
bedroom. The other four went into the back gallery and I found out later
that he'd sold them all within two weeks. Now that didn't please me. Some
stranger having a picture of me to drool and masturbate over, but I
eventually got used to the idea and later got some satisfaction that other
men liked them enough to pay whatever James asked for them.

   By abstaining from sex during the day, except that early morning and
after breakfast fuck, our session in bed that night was just great. Sucking
on each other for an hour before coming, and then later, to fuck before
going to sleep.

   In the morning, when he was mounted behind me, I urged him to be rough
and hard as it would have to last me all of the week.

   So he banged away as he fucked me and he did make me sore so that I
almost waddled to the shower to get washed. I had brought some extra
shaving gear so that I could go straight to the bank from his place. We
kissed goodbye and I promised to be with him on Friday night the following
weekend. So I went to work and home every evening to my parent's place.

   It was on Wednesday evening that I went into the club for a drink and as
I turned from the bar, I saw Herbert at one of the tables and he beckoned
me over and I went and sat down.

   `Hello Timothy. I haven't seen you for weeks. How are things going?' he
asked.

   `Hello Herbert. Fine, just fine, and you?' He said he was fine and as
things went, couldn't be better. I noticed that he didn't have a drink in
front of him and offered to go and get him one.

   `No. Joshua's getting my drink for me,' he said and I looked up just as
an African came to the table with two glasses and cast me a quizzical look
as he handed a glass to Herbert as he sat down between us.

   `Timothy, meet Joshua Ndana from Kenya.' The black man smiled, his teeth
pearly white and perfectly straight, held out his hand. This I shook and
gave him my full name.

   `Pleased to meet you Timothy,' he said in a bass voice that was soft and
almost like a purr. `Herbert's told me quite a bit about you.'

   `Well that wouldn't have taken very long,' I smiled back at him. I liked
his smile and the way his dark eyes danced and instantly wondered what it
would be like to be fucked by a black man. Would he be as big as it was
rumoured that men of his colour were supposed to be? I couldn't see what
size shoes he was wearing as that other misjudged hypothesis that related
to the size of a man's organ.

   `Joshua used to be a teacher in a town somewhere outside of Nairobi, but
is now living here,' Herbert said to get the conversation going, and so I
had a couple of drinks with them as we talked. I had obviously been sized
up by Joshua for he asked me if I would like to go back with them to
Herbert's house. To get to know each other a little better as he put
it. He'd read my thoughts about him and I knew that I would go with them
before he had even asked. So off the three of us went to Herbert's house
which was within walking distance of the club.

   `As you've guessed,' Herbert said to me as he handed me my drink in his
lounge. `Joshua is staying with me for a while and it's been fun having him
stay here.'

   `Don't you really mean him having you, period?' I laughed.

   `Both,' he said as he laughed with me. `Would you like to join in for
the night?'

   `Yes,' I replied, smiling at Joshua who gave me a broad smile in return.

   `Splendid! Shall we go to bed then?' He asked. `I think this will be fun
for the three of us.'

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