Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 04:20:09 -0400
From: jamieanderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: Till The Next Time

                           The Disclaimer.

The following story contains a fairly graphic description of sex
between two males. If this offends you, prepare to be offended.

If reading this type of story is forbidden where you live perhaps it
is time to move home, or at least draw the shades.

If you are underage and shouldn't be reading this, please don't write
to me and tell me about it, I really don't want to know.

The rest of you may read on.

                          Till The Next Time

Yes, the money is good, but that is about all that can be said for
this God-awful job. Just the two of us, stuck on a godforsaken island
in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for three years at a stretch. Oh,
once it was a key point in the telegraph network that held the
British Empire together. Undersea cables came ashore and went into
rooms full of repeating equipment. Then there was a staff of nearly
fifty, a supply boat came once a month with the mail and other
goodies, why, there was even a shop. But that has all gone, now there
is just one building mostly filled with automated equipment that
almost looks after itself, and only two of us in case of 'the
emergency', which never happens. The mail boat, it only comes every
three months. So we sit in paradise, bored to tears.

We are as alike as chalk and cheese. Mike is a very large Negro. Slow
in his movements, but very precise, he never has to redo anything -
he does it correctly the first time, oh, and he's straight, well,
almost straight. Then there is me, Jim, team leader, Caucasian,
short, light weight, fast moving, cunning and gay. Not exactly the
perfect combination, but we manage.

Without ever discussing it we seem to have settled down like a
married couple. I do all the cooking and cleaning and Mike does all
the heavy work. Alas, Mike also suffers from the lack of female
company, which is where I come in. I can sense the sexual frustration
building and I usually assist it by - to put it in its crudest terms
- wiggling my ass at him. You see, the little bit of Mike that is not
straight, fancies me. Which is kinda nice as I think Mike is a hunk.

Amazingly enough he feels the frustration build, but never notices
that I'm helping it on its way. Then I get him slightly drunk, and
'it' happens again. Like now, for example...

He is sitting opposite me, on his fourth bottle of beer, his speech
not yet slurred, but I can see the effects of the alcohol in his
eyes, and his crotch for that matter. He never could control his
stiffy with a drink in him. He is trying not to look at me. Perhaps
that is because I'm wearing just a pair of rather short shorts, which
are also exceedingly tight. Oh, I do have a rather cute ass, even if
I do say so myself, and these shorts to it justice.

Tomorrow one of the diesel engines that power the generators is
scheduled for a major overhaul. This is a mucky job and I hate it.
Sadly it is my turn to do it, unless of course, Mike volunteers.

I'm chatting brightly as if nothing was going on, but in truth the
sexual tension is so thick that you could cut it into slices and sell
them on E-bay. He has now started licking his lips, this is one of
the last signs that he is about to lose control. Mind you, the point
of no return was passed some time back, when he started to get a hard
on. Every time he gets a bit drunk and goes hard on me, I get fucked.
As it has been nearly a week since the last time, which constitutes a
bit of a record, I'm in for a good time tonight. In his usual slow
manner he rises out of the chair and stands over me.

"I'm sorry Jim, it's happening again!" he says, quietly.

"Aw come on Mike, I'm just about managing to sit comfortably after
the last time. Can't you wait a couple of days?" I say, putting a bit
of whine in my voice.

"No, it's gotta be tonight, now in fact," he says.

I try to make a run for it but he grabs me as I leave my chair. He
lifts me bodily and tucks me under his massive arm, like a doll. Now
the fun bit is, I can fight him off as hard as I like but he'll still
win. So, although I'm bluffing, I need pull no punches. Also as there
is not another human for hundreds of miles I can scream and shout as
much as I want to. Naturally I do both, but this in no way impedes
our progress to the living quarters.

Once there he strips me naked and throws me on the bed hard enough to
wind me. Then he gets on top of me and pins me to the bed with his
weight. Slowly he wriggles around shedding his clothes and eventually
I can feel his sweaty skin against mine. God, why can't he admit to
liking guys? Then we could have a normal relationship and I could get
that lovely black cock of his in my mouth. Still, this foreplay can
be fun, if you're into that sort of thing.

"I know this hurts you, Jim. I'll be as gentle as I can. But if I
don't fuck something soon..." his voice dribbles out as he guides the
shaft of his weapon to its target.

As I was fairly sure that I would get done tonight earlier I had
taken the precaution of greasing my ass up. Which is just as well as
the head of his cock is very abruptly inside me. I yelp and he
apologises. This sequence of; shove, yelp, apology, is repeated until
most of his manhood is right up me.

For good measure I try to escape every few minutes. This results in
him grabbing me tightly as he thrusts into me. However once he is
fully inside he goes straight into the fuck.

For those of you who have never found yourself in between a very
large Negro and the mattress, let me tell you, it is wonderful. There
is nothing quite like getting fucked by a big black guy who really
knows how to use his tool. Every last inch of the monster is run
through my ring on each stroke. Every pull back leaves me feeling
totally empty and every thrust stretches my ass to its limit.

Naturally I spend my time encouraging him in the only way that I can,
by fighting and screaming, as I fruitlessly try to escape my fate.
The more that I do it, the hotter he gets and the harder he fucks me.
Suddenly he grips me even tighter and his cock is going in and out of
my ass like a piston rod. The moment is near! Then he rams it all the
way home.

At this point in the narrative perhaps I should take time out to
describe his weapon. As well as being large, the shaft flares out at
the base. When he shoots he shoves the entire thing up me and the
wide base stretches my ring. This really does cause me pain and I
arch off the bed trying to escape for real. But I'm held most firmly
against his body while his mighty weapon is discharging inside me.
Fortunately, I like a moderate amount of pain during sex and it tips
me over the edge, causing me to dump my load on the bed. All day
tomorrow my ass will hurt and I'll get stiff remembering what caused
it.

Slowly we both relax and sink onto the bed. His cock is still
twitching inside my body and in my mind's eye I can see the last
dribbles of cum oozing out of it. As usual, he begins to cry and beg
my forgiveness. He swears that he can't control himself. As an act of
good faith, he offers to service the diesel engine for me tomorrow,
and I accept. I lie beneath him sniffing piteously but enjoying the
feeling of his monster wilting in my ass.

One day I'm going to push my luck and see if I can get him to 'force'
me to suck his cock, but not tonight. Now I just roll over, take him
into my arms and cuddle him.

"It's all right Mike. I know that you have a very high sex drive, and
there are no women available. But try to control yourself, just a
bit? OK?" I whisper in his ear.

He promises to try his best, but we both know that he'll fail. Well,
I'll make damn sure that he will!

The End

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