Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2005 14:11:55 -0500
From: jason moore <bbdluvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: End Zone

This fictitious work depicts a sexual encounter without the use of condoms.
As always, please be safe and take precautions.  Meanwhile, enjoy the story.


End Zone
By: Jason Moore

I had just finished my jog at a large park in the city.  As I strolled
toward my car I noticed a tall black guy placing some fliers in the
windshields of the cars on the side street where I had parked.  He was a
very fit, muscular guy dressed in a snug tank top that showed off his large
biceps, chest, and rippled abs.  Even his two nipples could be seen poking
against the thin fabric.  But what really caught my attention was the large
bulge in the front of the tight compression shorts he had on.  My cock
twitched as I watched him move down the line of cars.  I reached my car and
was looking over the flier when the guy rode back by on a bicycle.  I looked
up as he came to a stop.

"You oughtta come by some time," he added as he walked over to hand it to
me.  "I'm the Tyson on the flier."

I looked it over again.  End Zone was written in bright blue lettering over
the background of a gray silhouette of a muscular male body posing beside a
weight bench.  Two names, Tyson Fleming and Brandon Smith, were printed
right above the address and phone number in the lower right hand corner.  In
smaller print and in quotations in the lower left corner beneath the posing
man, the flier read: "Where men are made."

"Yeah, I've seen this place before.  It's in that strip mall across from the
bowling alley," I noted.

"Yeah that's the one. Why don't you stop by," Tyson persisted.  "If you get
there later in the evening I can give you a personal tour.  I'm there most
every night."

"Sounds good.  Maybe I will," I answered.

"How about tonight?" Tyson suggested.  "Say about 9:30 or so."

There was a definite gleam in his penetrating, deep green eyes.  As I stood
taking a brief moment to consider, Tyson winked back at me and smiled.  His
handsome face topped off the alluring aura of his perfectly chiseled body.

"Come on.  You won't regret it," Tyson added before I could answer.

"Well, all right.  I'll be there," I answered.  "By the way, I'm Jake," I
said as I watched that hot, black stud ride away on his bike.

"See you tonight Jake," he yelled back as he rode off.

That night I arrived as agreed and as I entered a different, but equally
muscular, black guy with a pair of dark blue jogging shorts and a loose
fitting tank top approached me.

"Welcome to End Zone," he smiled.  "I'm Brandon.  Is this your first time
here?" Brandon asked as we shook hands.

"Yes it is.  I'm Jake.  Tyson invited me," I told him.

Brandon looked me up and down, smiling.

"Well, David, I'll let him know you're here.  Help yourself to any of the
work out equipment," he added as he walked away and went through a door
adjacent to the front counter.

There were seven other patrons in the gym.  I looked around and decided to
start off on one of the treadmills.  It was high tech and, fortunately, I
knew how to set the dials and punch in the options I wanted.  I was walking
for about five minutes when I saw Tyson approaching out of the corner of my
eye.  I glanced to my left and got a full view that almost took my breath
away.  Tyson was wearing a brief one piece lycra outfit.  It was sleeveless
and the bottom was styled like box cut shorts.  It clung snugly to his
massive frame showing off all of those hot looking bulges.

"Hey, Jake," Tyson beamed.  "Glad you could make it."

"Good to be here," I said as I continued walking on the treadmill.

"Whaddya think of our gym?" Tyson asked as he stepped up to the front of the
machine.

"Looks great," I answered.  "How about that tour?"

"Sure," he said.  "Follow me."

For the next half an hour or so Tyson led me around the gym, explaining how
all the equipment worked and what part of the body for which they were best
suited.  He was a very knowledgeable guy.  The gym was a lot larger then one
would have thought just looking at it from the parking lot.  At the back of
the gym was a room equipped with vending machines full of health drinks,
water, and a variety of juices.  There were several small round tables with
four chairs each and a large screen TV in the corner.  Then we went on to
the locker and shower room area.  This area had three rows of lockers
running perpendicular to the shower area.  There was a large, arched entry
leading into the showers.  On either side of the archway were some hooks
about eye level on the wall.  Below them were two long wooden benches with
bins of towels slid in underneath them.  There were seven showerheads along
the back wall of the large, open shower area and a corridor that led to a
steam room to from the left of this shower area.

Following the tour Tyson helped me out with some of the weight machines and
we worked out together for about another half an hour or so.  Every once in
a while his strong, muscular body would brush up against me sending shivers
up my spine.  I found myself constantly trying to fight off or, at least,
hide my hardening cock throughout our routines.  The workout was pretty
demanding and I was sweating up a storm.

"Hey, buddy, you gonna lock up tonight?" I suddenly heard Brandon yell
across the gym.

My attention had been so focused on Tyson and our exercises that I never
even noticed the place clearing out.  We were now the last three people in
the gym.

"Yeah, I got it.  Just lock the door behind you and I'll see ya later
Brandon," Tyson told him.

"We should probably call it a night, too" Tyson smiled at me.  "You look
like you could use a shower first, though."

"Yeah, I think I should," I smiled back trying to cover the tent in my
shorts as I got off the weight bench.

The thought of taking a shower with Tyson so nearby was causing all kinds of
wild fantasies to flood my brain.  The most predominant of which was gulping
down on Tyson's big black cock then taking him up my itching ass.  As we
entered the shower area, Tyson turned on the water at two adjoining spots,
then came back out to one of the benches.  We both undressed and I watched
furtively as Tyson slipped down his lycra work out suit.  As it slid past
his hips, his thick cock popped free then swung heavily between his legs as
he stepped out of his gear.  My jaw dropped and I gulped as I got my first
sight of that monster cock.  It had to be a good ten inches, probably more.
It was cut and crowned with a mushroom head that I immediately wanted to
munch on.  I stood in awe of that magnificent specimen of manhood.  I take
pride in keeping my body in shape, But that hot black stud before me put me
to shame.  As he sauntered away into the showers, I stood in awe admiring
his perfect body.  There was not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen.

I followed him into the showers and stepped under the warm spray at the one
next to his.  Tyson began to lather himself up already from the soap
provided on a small shelf that ran the length of the wall.  I threw caution
to the wind and decided that trying to hide my increasingly growing cock
would be useless.  Tyson had his back to me for several minutes.  When he
turned to face me I was amazed to see he was squeezing and stroking his
hefty cock.  He looked me up and down then a killer smile brightened his
face.

"Like what you see, don't ya?" Tyson abruptly asked.

"Uh.. well...yeah.  Yes I do," I stammered.

"So, come and get you some," he then instructed me.

I quickly got down on my knees as he moved in closer and pointed his huge
cock in my face.  I opened my mouth and he immediately jammed it inside.  My
lips wrapped tightly around its thick girth and Tyson sighed as my mouth and
tongue began to worship his swollen cock.

"Aaah, yeah, suck my cock baby," he moaned.

I began to stroke my cock as Tyson slowly fucked my mouth with his
magnificent cock.  After a few minutes, he placed his hands on my shoulders
and began to hump his hips forward.  Tyson was now forcefully feeding me a
good portion of his large tool.  His moaning and sighing increased as I
slobbered all over that delicious cock.

"Ooh, yeah.  Just like that.  Mmmmm, this feels so good," he said.

I was moaning in pleasure myself as his tasty cock began to respond to my
oral attentions.  It wasn't long before his huge cock was oozing with pre
cum.  I tasted its salty, almost nutty flavor and savored it as I continued
sucking him in.  Tyson began to thrust more forcefully.  My saliva had
slickened his cock and he easily slid into and down my throat with two or
three penetrating plunges.

"Damn, man, this is fucking sweet.  I don't often get somebody who can take
my cock so deep," he said as he moved his hands up to grab the sides of my
head while continuing to slowly work his cock in and out.

With each withdrawal, I took a gasp of air before he filled my mouth and
throat with his huge cock again.  I loved the feel and taste of his cock
slicing in and out.  It didn't hurt that Tyson was also one of the most
handsome, sexy studs I have ever been with.  Tyson began to increase his
tempo and was soon plowing in and out of me.  A wild, animal instinct had
taken over and we both were close to shooting our loads.  I jerked
feverishly on my cock and grunted in pleasure as a load of my cum spewed out
in a hot, fulfilling orgasm.  Seconds later, Tyson quit fucking my face and
began to jerk his cock, the tip of which was still in my mouth.

"Aaah, yeah, Eat my cum, man!" Tyson then demanded.

A thick rope of cum then exploded into my mouth, I sucked in hard on his
cock head as a volley of his warm, creamy cum was being pumped into my
mouth.  When his cock finally finished its throbbing orgasm, I continued to
munch and suck on Tyson's beautiful cock until I had drained him of every
last drop of his tasty cum.

"Mmmm, yeah, that was tasty," I sighedd as I looked up at that large black
stud looming over me.

I slowly stood up and Tyson drew me into him.  His strong arms pulled me in
tight as our mouths met in a heated, passionate kiss.  I melted into his
hard, warm body as his hands rubbed my back.  He slid his hands down and
began to roughly fondle and massage my ass.  I was in dreamland as I felt
one of his fingers find its mark and poke in past my tight sphincter muscle.

Finally, Tyson broke off our embrace.

"You're gonna have to come back again when I don't have to work the early
morning shift.  Then we can slip into the office and I can treat that pretty
white ass to the ride of its life," he told me.

I looked into his gleaming, lustful green eyes and wanted him to fuck me
right then and there.  But, Tyson then pulled his finger from my ass and
pulled away.  We then finished our shower, toweled off and got dressed.  As
I drove away that night, watching Tyson ride off on his bicycle, I knew that
it wouldn't be long before his magnificent cock would find its way into my
anxious ass.