Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 17:11:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Kye," part 3

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				   "Kye"
     Part 3

     "How does that feel?"

     I could feel a cold, wet towel being placed on my forehead as I began
to regain consciousness.  I tried to open my eyes, but a horrific pain
exploded in my head.  I closed my eyes, trying to make the pain go away.
With eyes closed, I asked, "What happened?"

     "You fainted, and when you fell backward, you hit your head on the
window sill.  I thought I might need to call 911.  You've got a big goose
egg on the back of your head."

     I began to remember.  The voice belonged to a big, black guy.  "Who
are you?  How did you get in?"  As I began to open my eyes to confront the
man, the pain returned.

     "My name is Trey.  Trey Dawson.  I've been trying to contact you about
Kye Ramos.  Do you feel well enough to talk?"

     I was trying to focus my eyes while also trying to ignore the
throbbing pain.  The man's face looked kind, so I didn't feel threatened.
But he hadn't told me yet how he'd gotten into my house.  My mind wandered
a little as I looked at him.  It was hard to put coherent thoughts together
right now.  His face reminded me of a famous model, Tyson somebody.  And
his hands felt good on my body as he stroked my face and arms.

     "Yeah, like I'm going to throw you out?  Is there any way that you're
NOT going to talk to me?  How did you get in, anyway?" I repeated.

     Trey looked a little sheepish as he related what had happened.  He had
arrived earlier in the morning to talk to me.  He saw my car in the
driveway, but there was no response to his knock on the door.  He looked
through a side window and saw me sitting up on the sofa, and became
worried.  He looked for an open window, and found one in the spare bedroom.
He crawled in, and came to the living room to make sure I was okay.  Once
he was sure I was just sleeping, he let himself out the back door, leaving
it unlocked, and crawled over the backyard fence.  Then he called my phone
to wake me.  He wanted to give me the chance to answer the phone, and
either talk to him or invite him in.  He was the one who knocked on the
door.  When I wouldn't talk to him, he let himself back in, and confronted
me.

     "But I never heard anything.  How could you do all that so quietly?"

     "When you're trained by the Marines to be quiet, you get to be pretty
good at finding your way around while remaining quiet," Trey revealed.

     "You're a Marine?"

     "Not active duty, but once a Marine, always a Marine.  Hey, we need to
get you showered before we join that party."

     "What party?"

     "The one we're throwing for Kye."

     "Who is we?  And why do I want to go to a party for...for him?  He
said..." I stopped mid-sentence, figuring that no one knew what Kye had
told me.

     "'We' would be Mitch and I.  And I know that Kye said he never wanted
to see your sorry ass ever again, but it isn't his choice."

     "But how did you know..."

     "Mitch will tell you.  Don't worry; you'll get the whole story.  We
just need to get you showered.  You stink. I guess when you hit your head,
you lost control of your body functions.  I got your clothes off of you,
but we really, really need to get you showered."

     For the first time since waking up, I realized I was naked beneath the
covers.  "You took...you undressed..."

     "Yes, and I really enjoyed unwrapping that package.  Probably the best
thing that happened to me today!" He winked.

     "But cleaning me up?"

     "Since I got out of the Marines, I've tried several jobs but the one I
like the most so far is being an orderly at the hospital, and I've had a
lot of practice cleaning up people not nearly as cute as you.  Now let's
get you up."

     He made it sound like that was the end to our conversation, and all
our efforts were now focused on getting me on my feet.  When that wasn't
successful, he just scooped me up into his arms, as if I was a feather, and
headed for my shower.  The leather he was wearing filled my nostrils with a
heady odor.  My head was cradled against his chest, and the mixture of the
smell of sweat and leather was causing a stirring in my crotch.  I didn't
need THAT right now!

     Trey had already placed a kitchen chair in the shower for me to sit
on, so he carefully lowered me onto it, and turned on the water to adjust
the temperature.  Then he totally surprised me by beginning to undress
himself, vest first.  He was turned away from me, but the sight of his
broad, muscular back, holding those huge arms sent a shiver through me.  My
cock began to stiffen again.  He took off his boots and socks, then his
chaps and jeans, and I was shocked at the massive size of his legs and
thighs.  All that was left was his jock, straining to hold onto the two
large globes of his ass.  That, too, fell to the floor.

     Then he turned around, and I was treated to the sight of his huge,
thick man meat.  It hung heavy over two large nuts, and must have been
almost seven inches soft.  The whole package was held away from his body by
a thick, metal cock ring.  As my eyes rose over his body, taking in the
eight-pack of abs and two large slabs of pecs, I finally focused back on
his face, which was formed into a sly smile.  "You like?" he said, his face
breaking into a broad grin.

     The last time I had been asked that question, things didn't turn out
so good, but today, I had the feeling that things might be different.

     Trey joined me in the shower, and began to soap up my body.  He seemed
to be having a good time, but I couldn't imagine why.  I'm just an average
guy, nothing to look at, really.  Maybe he had an ulterior motive.

     He shampooed my hair, which felt so very relaxing, and then moved me
off the chair and turned me around so that he could wash my back and legs
while I held onto the chair.  After my legs, he worked up to the mounds of
my ass, and I felt my knees go weak.  He grabbed me around my waist to
steady me.  Then he proceeded to wash my back and I could feel his manhood
rubbing against me, and it was stiffening.  When he was done, he turned me
back around and sat me back down, and I was face to face with at least ten
inches of throbbing cock.

     I knew what was expected.  Just like Kye, I was supposed to take it
and service it.  I leaned forward, and licked the end of the large,
plum-shaped head, tasting the cock honey hanging there.

     Trey moved his hands to my shoulders, and pushed me back.  "No, not
that.  That's not what this is about.  I'm here to give you pleasure."

     I shook my head, not believing what I had just heard, and as I sat
there, Trey knelt down in front of me, looked deep into my eyes and slid
his open lips all the way down my cock to the root.  My cock is not long,
probably only seven inches, but it is thick, yet it had gone easily all the
way into his throat until his nose was buried in my pubic hair.  He never
broke eye contact, and proceeded to suction my throbbing cock into his
throat repeatedly.  He rode up and down my cock, twirling his tongue around
its thickness, and occasionally he'd pull off and suck both of my nuts into
his mouth, bathing them with his spit.  Then back on my cock.  It only took
a few minutes of ecstasy, and I was groaning as I shot my man cream down
his throat.  He swallowed until he had taken it all, then reached up and
kissed me gently on the lips.  He helped me out of the shower, and dried me
off thoroughly.

     He looked at me as though he was hungry and asked, "Do you think you
can cum again this soon?"

     "Normally, no, but I have a feeling that you could bring out the best
in me," I said with a smile.

     "Great," he shouted as he leaped for the bed, rolled over onto his
back, and adamantly stated, "Then fuck me!"

     "Excuse me?" I stammered.

     "Wait a minute.  Dom, are you a virgin?"  Trey sat up, and reached for
my hand.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't know.  Usually Kye picks on the obvious
ones, like the ones he thinks are cruising him.  But you're a virgin, a
novice, aren't you?"

     I must have turned crimson red, because my face felt hotter than ever
before.  I couldn't even answer.

     Trey pulled my face close to his, and spoke just above a whisper.
"Dom, I want to be your first.  Please fuck me.  I'll walk you through it,
but I've gotta have you.  When I was undressing you, all I could think of
was having that thick cock rammed up my shit chute.  I gotta feel it inside
me.  Will you do it?  Please?

     He almost sounded desperate.  I couldn't believe he wanted me.  My
feelings must have shown across my face.  Trey got up off the bed, and
pulled me over to the full length mirror next to my walk-in closet.

     "Dom, what do you see?"

     Trey towered over me by at least 6 inches, so even though he stood
behind and off to my left side, he was a commanding sight.  "I see a
gorgeous black man standing next to me.  And he's got a huge, huge cock
that's going to poke through my leg," I laughed.

     "Seriously, what do you see?" Trey asked again.  I was silent.  The
longer I stood there, looking at the two of us, the closer I was getting to
tears.

     "Let me tell you what I see," he started.  "I see a beautiful guy
who's been beaten up by the world, and he doesn't think much of himself.
But he is beautiful, truly beautiful.  I see beautiful wavy dark hair
surrounding a gentle face.  I see love written all over that face for
anyone willing to look for it.  That same face is crowned with fantastic
brown eyes that show a lot of hurt, but they also find good in almost every
person they see."

     "I see an unblemished upper body with just enough definition to hint
at the power beneath it.  I see arms that are strong enough to hold on, but
not strong enough to force anyone to do anything they don't want to,
because you're not that kind of guy.  I see strong legs that take you to
the places where people need you, and you've probably helped more people
than most of us ever know in a lifetime.  And you're just 37, maybe 38?
And that cock?  What a strong piece of manhood.  Mighty fine, mighty fine.
It has a future of delivering pleasure ahead of it that you don't even
realize.  It's perfect.  Just long enough, just thick enough, just hard
enough.  Perfect.  Just perfect."

     "Dom, what I see is a perfect human being, with a perfect body, and
it's not going to go unused any longer.  That stops right here, right now.
You have been denying yourself and others of a great amount of happiness
and pleasure.  Now, are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to make
you rape me?

     I raced Trey to the bed.  He had thought to bring lube, and he took
pleasure in coating my cock.  He was caressing it as he smeared the lube on
it, and I thought I was going to cum right then.  He handed me the tube,
leaned back hugging his knees to his chest, and broke into the sexiest
smile I'd ever seen.  "Cum here, big boy," he purred.

     I forgot to lube up his hole, and just nudged the head of my throbbing
prick into his waiting rosebud.  I pushed slowly, much too slowly for Trey,
and he wrapped his legs around my back and drew me in, until I hit bottom.
He threw his head back and squealed.  I thought I had hurt him until he
began to laugh, shouting, "Yes, yes, YES!"

     He grunted and groaned with pleasure as he moved his ass up and down,
side to side, stirring his insides with my cock.  His chute clamped down on
my man tool so that it took great effort to keep it moving.  I reached up
to rub both hands across his pecs, causing him to moan when touched his
nips.  He reached out and pinched both of mine, causing my body to shiver
in delight.  I slapped his ass hard with my left hand, then did the same
with my right hand.  Trey squealed with delight.  Both of us were moaning
and groaning loudly, almost enthusiastically, and it didn't take long for
me to shoot for the second time today, this time for the first time inside
someone who wanted me.  Then I realized that Trey was shooting too.  Cum
pooled all over his stomach, abs, and pecs.  How did he do that without
touching himself?  Did I do that to him?  And I wondered if any of the
neighbors heard.  Yes, we were that loud!

     I didn't know much of anything about sex before today, but I guess it
just cums naturally, as did I.


...to be continued...