Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2005 09:58:06 -0500
From: jason moore <bbdluvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Domineering Derek

This story is intended for your reading pleasure.  Even though it is a
admittedly titillating introduction, as the story develops, the characters
will engage in sexual activity without the use of condoms.  But, please
remember that, in real life, we all need to take precautions.  Be safe and
"cover that thing up" before using it!  And enjoy the story.....


Domineering Derek
Part One: The Meeting

By Jason Moore

Friday night and here I was at home alone again.  It had been a hard week at
work, so I was tired, but I was also bored.  It had been three weeks now
since I broke up with my lover of the past four years.  It had become an
unbearable relationship and I was actually happy to be free again.  After
showering and having a light meal, I decided to visit my favorite muscle
site on the net.  I had joined over five years ago.  Mostly just to get tips
and advice about weight lifting.  It had been helpful.  My 6' 2" body was
now carved into a lean, trim, chiseled frame.  The pictures posted in my
profile proudly showed off my progress over the years.  I had met some chat
buddies through the site, but never any hook ups.  After all, I was happily
involved most of that time.  Still, many of the profiles of those hot
looking guys had caused some major fantasies.

Tonight, as I logged in and began to surf, I got an IM from someone logged
in as 'Domblk4subwht.'  Intrigued, I looked up his profile before
responding.  I didn't really consider myself to be submissive, but I sure
could use some hot anal attention.  What I saw in his profile immediately
got me interested.  As I reviewed it I became more and more intrigued.  He
was a handsome looking black guy from a small town about fifty miles away
from me.  His stats indicated he was 6' 4", weighed 220 pounds and was 34
years old, just two years older than me.  What really caught my attention
were his pics.  He obviously was heavily into weight training.  In one hot
picture he stood out on a desolate beach wearing a skimpy pair of bright
yellow box cut, snug fitting trunks.  There was a nice looking bulge
protruding in front for all to see.  He looked like he didn't have an ounce
of fat on him.  His bulging biceps, thick chest, rippled abs and muscular
legs had me drooling.  The contrast between his dark complexion and that
sunny setting emphasized the smooth tone of his skin.  I then clicked on the
thumbnail of a picture showing him sitting at a small table with two other
guys.  His deep, penetrating brown eyes, full lips, and broad smile were
intoxicating.

Delving further into his written words, I learned he was into 'computers,
cars, and hot sex'.  His occupation as 'Paying the bills.'  Questionable, I
thought, but he definitely garnered my interest.  There were also some
private pics available and I clicked on that link just as I remembered you
had to have the owner's permission to view those pictures.  Immediately,
another small window opened directing me to enter my password.  Before I
could respond a small scroll message appeared at the bottom of that box
indicating that permission had been granted.  The 'Enter' tab then was
highlighted and I clicked on it and in seconds a new window opened with his
private pictures.  My loins tingled as I looked over seven pictures of this
guy in the buff.  He was definitely well endowed.  His thick, cut cock had
to be ten or more inches and about as thick as a beer bottle.  In one
picture, he was laying on his side in a lounge chair by a pool.  His cock
hung heavily over his lower thigh.  In another he had the biggest hard on I
ever saw.  He was sitting and facing the camera, with his fist gripping the
base of his cock.  I caught myself beginning to drool as I stared at that
towering black shaft topped off by a plum sized, deep purple crown.  The
quote with this picture read 'My huge ass plow.'

My mind was made up.  I had to respond to his IM message.  When I opened up
that box the first message, 'Hello there' was followed by another entry,
'Like what you see?'

I immediately responded, "Hello.  Yes, you sure are HOT!'

'Cum here often?' appeared his response.

I chuckled and responded, 'Once a week or so. U?'  Although, as I typed that
last part, I remembered from his profile he had just joined this site a week
ago.

'New to site.  Derek here.  Interested in a hook up?' he responded.

'Could be.  Jason here.  What r u into?' I typed.

'Drilling tight white man pussy,' Derek boldly answered.  'Interested?' he
added.

What the hell, I thought then typed, 'Uh...yeah.'

"Sound hesitant,' Derek replied.  'Afraid?'

'No.  Just never did this before,' I answered.

'I'm worth it.  Trust me.' came his quick response.

My first thought was that Derek was a braggart who was too full of himself.
Then I remembered those hot pictures.  It was my next response that changed
my life forever.  'Sure let's get together,' I typed, waited a moment then
sent that response.

We agreed to meet the following night at a local gay bar near my home.
Derek was already familiar with it, indicating he was just there last
Saturday night.  After finally logging off my computer that night, I grew
more and more anxious about what I had gotten myself into.  The following
day my anxiety grew, but I arrived at the bar as scheduled.  The place was
packed, but I found a barstool that afforded a good view of the front door.
I ordered a rum and coke and was taking my third gulp when Derek sauntered
in.  He was wearing black leather pants and a short sleeved knit shirt.  His
trim, muscular frame was clearly on display as he headed around the other
side of the u-shaped bar.  I watched as he confidently pushed through the
crowd, drawing a number of leering stares from many of the patrons.

Derek stepped up to the bar opposite me, about twenty feet away, and ordered
a drink.  Like it was preordained, there was lull between songs on the
jukebox and an unusual quiet from the normal din of noise from the rowdy
patrons.  I heard his deep toned voice for the first time.  As the bartender
made his drink, Derek looked my way and we made immediate eye contact.  His
broad, dazzling smile revealed a set of perfect, pearly white teeth.  I
smiled back and nodded my head at him as I thought, "This guy ought to be a
model.'  When he got his drink, he grabbed it and immediately made his way
through the crowd as I sat in silent awe.

"Hey Jason, how's it going?" Derek asked as I swiveled sideways on my
barstool to greet him.

"It's going great," I responded.

A tingle ran through my body when Derek wormed himself into the bar.  His
hot body wedged in between my spread eagle legs.   He set his drink beside
my own on the bar and we shook hands.  His mere presence and the close
proximity of that hot black stud caused another shiver to run up my spine.
Especially when I remembered that naked picture of him sitting, facing the
camera and holding his huge, rigid 'ass plow.'

We stayed there, talking and joking through several rounds of drinks, all of
which Derek bought.  I was totally enthralled.  There were also some moments
of jealousy on my part when the bartender and several other patrons made
remarks or looked Derek up and down in an attempt to come on to him.
However, he coolly shucked off each advance and concentrated his attention
on me.  When he put his arm over my shoulder and leaned in close, I thought
I would lose it right then and there.

"You got your own place?" Derek then asked as I realized we never mentioned
our actual living arrangements last night.

"Yeah, I actually live down the street," I told him.

"Well, then.  It's time to get that pretty white ass fucked by this baby."
Derek then said as he boldly squeezed his hefty cock through the front of
his pants.

My cock twitched at the thought and we both finished off the last of our
drinks maintaining eye contact as we did.  Leading him out of the bar, I
felt a tinge of pride as I could see many of the patrons watching us with
jealous glares.  Little did I know I was now on a path that would
inalterably effect the rest of my life.