Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 18:42:53 -0400
From: Christian Gartrip <christianxgartrip@gmail.com>
Subject: The Gentleman, Ben (Part 1)

The Gentleman, Ben

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

I assume it's a "southern thing," but like most of my friends, I've spent
all my adult life quietly lusting after black cock... but always from a
distance.  Over the years I've passed on a number of black men and have
often regretted it.  But at 40, I've become less concerned with
"appearances" and am now completely open to pursuing whomever I find
interesting... which brings me to this past Memorial Day weekend.  My plans
for a trip to the beach had fallen through when my buddy broke his ankle,
so I spent that Saturday night in search of some weekend reading, but (as
always) with an eye open for something more.

After a few minutes of browsing the latest fiction releases, I noticed a
tall, dark figure hovering just to my left.

"I'm afraid that one is a bit overrated," came a soft but masculine voice.

"Really?  That's too bad," I said as I turned to stare into the face of
this very distinguished dark-skinned gentleman.  "I liked his last book a
lot."

"Well this one is not that different, which is the problem of course.  It's
too predictable," he said as his muscled 6-foot frame drifted ever so
slightly into my "comfort zone."

"I see," I said.

The gentleman extended his hand, "I'm Ben," he said, revealing a strong
handshake and a warm, sexy smile.

As I introduced myself, Ben stepped back and seemed to give me a good
once-over with a set of intense, dark eyes peaking out from behind a pair
of tortoise-shell glasses.  His ebony skin, shaved head, and carefully
groomed goatee were set-off by a starched white oxford cloth shirt and a
pair dark khaki trousers, neatly pressed with a sharp crease running down
the front of each leg.  His black loafers were freshly polished, and his
left wrist was adorned with a tasteful tank watch and a gold rope bracelet.
As we spoke, I begin to smell his citrus scented cologne, which is my
favorite.  His appearance was tailored, but casual, and he exuded
confidence and panache.  He was definitely older than I, at least 50, but
he was also one of the sexiest men I'd ever met.

"How about some coffee?" he asked.  Before I could answer, he had already
turned away and was moving toward the coffee bar in the back corner of the
store.  "My treat."

"Damn," I thought to myself.  Had it finally happened?  Was I on the verge
of satisfying my longest, strongest obsession?  Did this hot, dark stud
really just offer to buy me coffee?  Yes, and I was ready for so much more.
All he had to do now was ask!

As we sat across from each other, sipping our coffee, I couldn't help but
think about how much of a contrast we must have been to everyone around us
(assuming they even noticed us at all).  Aside from the obvious, I have
always been a bit on the boyish, casual side.  On that particular night, I
was dressed in a pair of old khaki shorts, braided belt, a simple blue
t-shirt, and a pair of well-worn sandals.  As I mentioned, I'm 40, but I've
always been able to pass for much younger, thanks to my youthful features,
wavy brown hair, and a thin, 5'7" frame.  I work with college students, so
I guess their level of maturity (or lack there of) tends to affect my
appearance and manner.

We chatted just long enough for Ben, a hospital business consultant, to
tell me that he was in town from Atlanta on business.  His assumption that
I was gay was revealed when he asked me if I had a boyfriend.  "No" was the
answer, and it seemed to please him.  He said he was staying in the hotel
across the street and invited me to his room for drink that was "a little
stronger."

Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity to spend some time in his
hotel room with the hope that I might finally have a chance to get my lips
on a nice dark cock.  Despite my appearance, I've always been a top.  The
guys I date are usually surprised to find out how much I love to fuck, but
most are receptive and usually come back for more.  When they're not, well,
I give a great blowjob too.  And that was what I couldn't wait to do for
Ben.  Having never sucked on a black dick, I was salivating at the thought
of going down on Ben's hard cock.  What would it taste like?  How big was
it?  I had no idea, but after walking with him into the lobby, it took
everything I had to keep from reaching over and squeezing his
healthy-looking crotch while we waited for the elevator.

A couple of minutes later we were standing in his hotel room.  By now the
anticipation of getting a chance to blow this hot guy's cock was starting
to take effect on my own rod.  My crotch started to tighten up a bit as I
watched him move around the room, dimming the lights and quietly pulling
the drapes.  Instead of offering me a beer or a soda, he came up behind me
and pressed his chest against my back and gently pushed forward his hips.
I could feel his cock, semi-hard, pushing into my ass.  He wrapped his arms
around my chest, rubbed my stomach, and buried his face in my neck.

"How about we get a little more comfortable and get you out of these
clothes," he said.

As he spoke, he reached down and unbuckled my belt, and unfastened my
shorts.  My khakis dropped to floor, and Ben let out a sigh as he pushed
his large, firm hands under my t-shirt and quickly lifted it over my head
and then off in one simple movement.

"That's better, huh?"

I managed a "yeah" or something equally lame as I playfully pressed my
naked, round ass hard against his crotch and bent forward slightly.  I
looked up and saw my thin, exposed body in the large mirror that hung
strategically above a low bureau.  Ben pulled away and looked down at my
ass and rubbed his hands across my butt cheeks.

"Oh yeah man, you certainly have a nice tight little ass there buddy.
Ben's gonna have some fun with that!"

Uh, what the hell? Nobody's fucked my ass in over 20 years, and damned if
this guy was going to get inside of me.  Black or not, no dick was going to
penetrate me tonight.  Not wanting to appear rude, I played it cool and
smiled and stood up and turned around to face Ben.  He grinned and reached
down for his belt.

"You want to suck my black cock, don't you?  I know what you want.  You
want some of this."

Ben unzipped his trousers and reached inside and pulled out a gorgeous
dark, veiny steel rod.  He grabbed it at the base and pointed it in my
direction.  The nearly 8 inches of coal black flesh caused me to gasp then
salivate as I thought about chewing on its large purple head and then
slowing letting it slide down my cock-hungry throat.

Ben let his trousers drop down to his knees.  He stepped back and sat on
the edge of the bed, legs spread, and pointed his beefy cock in my
direction.

"Get down here and suck on this," he said with a voice that seemed a little
more forceful than before.

Anxious quench my 20 year thirst, I dropped to my knees and let his sexy
black cock enter my mouth.  I sucked hard and opened the back of my throat
and took in the full length of his massive black pole.  "Slow down boy!  We
got all night," he grinned.  But then he reached up and placed both of his
hands on the back of my head and pulled me even closer, sending his cock
ever deeper into my throat.  I was in heaven.  My first black cock, and
damn was it tasty!

Then suddenly he ripped his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me,
"You never sucked a black cock before, have you?  Huh?  Have you?"  Again,
his voice was more intense, and his gentlemanly smile had suddenly turning
a bit more ominous.  The sound of his voice scared me a little, but it
excited me too.  My cock grew harder, and Ben's grip on my head grew
tighter.  "Answer me, boy!"

"No sir.  Never."  I looked down at his slick shiny cock and craved it like
a new crack addict.  I needed this cock, and I needed it badly!

 "Damn, a virgin!  Now that's what I'm talkin' about.  Ain't nothing I like
better than breakin' in a new piece of white ass."  Ben stood up and
stepped out of his trousers and lifted his left leg and placed in on the
bed.  His large black sac dangled above me, holding two massive nuts just
waiting to be licked.  I leaned forward and opened my mouth.  Ben dropped
his balls on my extended tongue and rubbed his cock across my face.

"Yeah, suck on Ben's balls... clean those babies up," he commanded.  I
sucked hard on his nut sac as he continued to drag his hard pole across my
face.  "Damn, you are one hungry little fucker, aren't you?"  Ben then
dropped his white oxford on the floor next to me.  I reached up and ran my
hand across his firm belly and slowly worked my way up to his bulging pecs.

Ben then grabbed his cock and shoved it back in my mouth and barked again,
"Suck on that!  Suck on Big Ben's black cock."

I grinned to myself at Ben's sudden burst of vocal machismo, and then
opened up and let Ben slide his pole back into my hungry mouth.  His
massive balls slapped my chin as he pumped his hips onto my face, first
slowly, and then gradually, harder and faster.

"Yeah, that's it... suck on that dick... SUCK BEN'S COCK... yeah, you love
that stuff, huh?  Damn, Damn.  You are one hot little cock whore, huh?"

Ben kept pumping his rod deep down my throat.  Faster. Faster.  Deeper.
Deeper.  His big black pole seemed to thicken as he rode my face. And yes,
he was right; I was one hot little cock whore.  I loved this big black
dick... I wanted it all!  I reached down, instinctively, almost without
thought, and grabbed my own 6 inches and slowly jerked my aching hard-on.
I started to yearn for him to shoot his wad and felt myself to be on the
verge of tasting my first load of a black man's jizz.

Then suddenly out of nowhere, "Big Ben" whipped his cock out of my mouth,
grabbed my arm, and jerked me to my feet.  A sense of shame and fear rushed
through my body as Ben leaned forward and barked into my ear, "I didn't say
you could do that.  Did I say you could play with your little faggy clit?
Huh? HUH?  This ain't about you boy.  We ain't here to watch you diddle
that little thing.  This is about me!"

What! The! Fuck!?  He pushed me back and shoved me (face first) onto the
bed.  He placed his hand firmly between my shoulder blades and then reached
back with an open hand and slapped my ass hard, "WHACK" and again "WHACK"
and then again and again and again "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!"  I wanted to run
like hell, naked if I had to, out of the room.  I wanted to get the hell
out there, but he had me pinned, and my legs felt as if they were buried in
concrete.

Big Ben leaned in, "ain't nothing I like better than a nice piece of tight
white pussy, and for now, yours will do just fine.  You can fight if you
like, but you won't win, so you might as well just hold on and let me do my
thing.  You got that pussyboy?"  I couldn't speak.  "I said, YOU GOT THAT,
PUSSYBOY?"

I wanted to scream back, "NO," but at this point I feared for my life.  And
yet, as much as I hated this, I couldn't help but notice that my cock had a
different idea all together.  My hard-on was pressed firmly against my
stomach, and a thin string of precum was oozing out of its head and
dribbling down the shaft.  Did I like this?  Did I want this?  Did I really
want this angry man to rape my ass with that hot, black cock?

 "ANSWER ME BOY!"

Ben bent down and scooped up his belt and swung it wildly in the air and
then landed it hard on the back of my leg.  "THWACK!  THWACK!"  The belt
kept coming lash after lash.  My legs and ass were aching and my whole body
was now twitching and shaking as he continued his assault on my tender
flesh.

 "THWACK THWACK THWACK!"

Ben stopped his assault and dropped the belt, laying it across my back.  He
pressed his black sweaty chest down onto my pale white shoulder and
whispered in my ear, "you want it don't you boy?  You wanna be my pussy,
don't you?  Big Ben's gonna fuck that faggot pussy hard and you gonna like
it... ain't you boy.... Ain't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes SIR!  Please, please fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  FUCK MY PUSSY.  PLEASE
FUCK MY WHITE FAGGOT PUSSY...  PLEASE!"

I didn't really mean it.  I didn't!  But at that point I just needed to get
the hell out of there, and I needed him to stop whipping my ass.

"Get up faggot.  Get up and lick my ass."

Beaten, sore, humiliated, and ashamed I started to move to where he wanted
me, but Big Ben was quicker.  He snatched the belt and quickly wrapped it
around my wrists and secured my arms behind my back.

"I ain't stupid," he said.  "Now get down on your knees where you belong."

I dropped to my knees, hands tied tightly behind my back, and stared down
at the carpet.  Big Ben walked over to the bedside table and opened a
drawer.  When he returned he grabbed the back of my head and forced it down
on the floor.  My ass was aimed high in air, and he wasted no time
squeezing out a large mess of lube all over my tight asshole.

"Gotta get that nasty thing wet.  I like a tight fuck... but I don't like a
dry one," he said with a menacing laugh as he shoved his index finger,
unceremoniously, up inside my freshly greased hole.

"DAMN, that is one TIGHT little piece.  Damn!"  Ben continued plugging away
without much regard for the intense pain I was feeling.  "Oh yeah, I'm
gonna fuck that pussy... raw!" He mumbled to himself, almost as if I was no
longer in the room.

After I was sufficiently "wet," Ben made another trip to the bedside table
drawer and returned with a large butt plug.

"Oh god, no, please, no."  My pleas went unnoticed and unanswered.  He
placed the rubber object against my "pussy" and pushed it quickly inside
with one swift shove.

"AAAAARRRGHHH," I screamed, and I meant it.  Damn, that thing really hurt,
I instinctively tightened up and push back.

"WHACK... WHACK... WHACK."  The sounds of another beating filled the air,
and the intense pain in my asshole was replaced by the pain of my burning
flesh as Ben's large, powerful hand came down hard on my reddened ass again
and again.

"Look Bitch, I suggest you be still and let Ben put this thing up your
cunt, 'cause I won't think twice about whipping you all night if I have to.
Now be still, or I'll REALLY give you something to cry about.  You got
that?  Huh?  You GOT that?"

"Yes sir."

Once the plug was firmly in place and my "cunt" was sufficiently stuffed,
Big Ben came around and grabbed the back of my neck and lifted my head up
from the floor and placed it on the bed.

"Now you're gonna give Big Ben's asshole a nice cleaning.  Stick out that
tongue faggot, and get to work."

Ben bent over the bed and lifted his leg.  He reached around and grabbed my
head and pulled me forward.  He forced his sweaty, musky butt up against my
mouth and twisted his hips down so that my tongue was allowed to push into
his asshole.  His dark black ass reeked of sweat and butt juice.  I forced
my tongue into his hole and moved it in and out, cleaning his shitter of
the day's grime.  The musky smell was intense as it drifted into my
nostrils and sent my head spinning with a drug-like high.  My own cock,
basically ignored all evening, was rock hard and practically shooting a
full load of precum, which was now dripping all over my thighs.  I wanted
so badly to release the load that was building up in my groin, but my hands
were still tied behind my back.  Even if they weren't, by now, I knew
better anyway, so I tried to forget about the raging rod between my legs
and instead focused on cleaning Ben's filthy, grimy ass as he forced it
onto my tongue and mouth.

"Yeah, clean that nasty ass."  Ben squatted further and forced my tongue
deeper into his chute. "Damn, you are one nasty little cunt," Ben moaned.
"You like that shit, damn.  You like eating this nigga's ass... Oh god,
yeah, fuck my ass with that tongue... yeah, lick that NASTY ASS!"

Big Ben seemed to really enjoy the rectal tongue bath that he demanded.
After a few minutes, he climbed up on the bed, doggy style and hung his
muscled black ass off the edge and demanded that I continue licking and
cleaning his dark hole.

"Damn bitch, I think we found your true callin'.  You are a natural born
ass-licker!  Yeah, keep it up bitch.  Lick that ass... LICK IT!"  Ben
continued to grind his hips and force his shithole down onto my tongue.
After a long tongue bath, Big Ben rolled over and grabbed his cock, "NOW
SUCK MY DICK, FAGGOT!"

Ben grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his big black pole.
I sucked fast and hard... I loved this black man's cock!  Damn.  The pain
and the humiliation of my earlier beating was finally beginning to subside
as I went to work on his hot 8-inch stick of black beef.  I opened the back
of my throat and swallowed his dark pole down to the base, then tightened
my cheeks and sucked hard.

"Oh yeah, bitch... I can tell you are loving this shit, huh?  Yeah, you
like Ben's hot pole don'tcha faggot?"  Ben answered his own questions, and
he continued to fuck my mouth hard,

"Ah yeah, get that black shit wet boy, get it wet, cause Big Ben gonna rip
up that tight cunt you got there... oh yeah, suck it faggot, suck that
cock!"

My eyes must have popped open a bit at that, because Ben laughed and stared
down at my cock-choked face, "yeah, you better get ready, bitch.  Big Ben
ain't messing around with this shit.  I need me some hot pink pussy, and
there ain't shit you can do about it...hahaha!  Now get to work and SUCK
THAT DICK BOY... SUCK IT!"

The pleasure I got from sucking on my first black cock was quickly
interrupted soon after when ripped his gorgeous dick out of my mouth and
stood up to walk around behind my kneeling, aching body.  "Enough of this
foreplay shit, I'm ready for some PUSSY!"

"No, please, just let me suck..."

"WHACK! Shut up bitch... this ain't about you... I done told you this is
about MY black cock rippin' up YOUR stinkin' white cunt... Now get up from
there and get ready for the best fuckin' you will ever have!"

Ben grabbed me under my arms and lifted me to my feet, and then he placed
his hands between my shoulders and pushed my torso and face back down on
the mattress.  "Spread those leg and show me that cunt, boy.  Oh yeah,
there it is, now THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout!"

Big Ben gripped my thighs with his large black hands and pulled apart my
shaking legs as far as they would go.  The rubber plug was still buried
deep in my ass, and the pain was once again starting to make itself
present.

"Now don't move, bitch... don't you fuckin' move!"  He grabbed the knotted
belt that still held my hands tightly behind me and checked it to verify
that it was still secure.  My constant squirming had loosened it a bit, and
I sensed that maybe I could free myself and maybe convince him to let me go
home.  But before I could navigate my way out my bondage, he had removed my
old braided leather belt from my shorts and tied it tightly around my
wrists.  He then removed his black leather crocodile belt and stepped back
to admire his work.

"That's nice... now make that pussy dance for Big Ben.... Come on bitch,
move those hips and make that pussy dance!"

"What do you mean?  Please.  Just let me..."

"THWACK THWACK... Shut that mouth bitch, or I'll beat the skin of your
ass... YOU GOT THAT BITCH?"

"No, please..."

"All right, bitch... THAT'S IT!  I have fuckin' had it with your sorry
ass!"  Big Ben snatched up his red cotton briefs and dropped them on my
aching butt then let loose a hot load of foul smelling piss all over my
backside, soaking his shorts and then spraying it across my thighs and
calves.  He picked up the soaking wet cloth, leaned over and shoved it in
my mouth.

"Chew on that bitch and SHUT THE FUCK UP."

As his hot, rank piss oozed from the shorts and trickled down my throat, I
finally began to feel as if I had absolutely no hope left for freedom.  Ben
now seemed oblivious to my cries as he busied himself behind me.  "Now
let's get this thing out of there," he said as he ripped the plug from my
ass and dropped it on the floor.  "Damn look at that hole... Oh yeah, look
at that hot, nasty hole!  Now DANCE!"

Unable to move, much less dance, I just stayed in place, eyes closed,
praying for a miracle.  None came, but Big Ben's patience was finally shot.
He picked up his belt and swung it in the air, landing it again and again
and again on my exposed ass.

"THWACKTHWACKTHWACKTWACKTHWACK."

There was no miracle for me, and no more words from Big Ben.  My resistance
had finally pushed him past his breaking point.  The room was now a silent
chamber of horrors.  The methodical swooshing of his belt and the steady
crashing of it against my ass were the only sounds I could hear.  Big Ben
just stood there silently as he whipped my backside so hard that I almost
passed out from the pain.  I closed my tear-filled eyes and bit down hard
on his piss-soaked briefs, almost choking on the bitter liquid that filled
my mouth and throat.

"THWACK...THWACK...THWACK!!!"  The intense pain had now morphed into
numbness.  I heard the whipping, but I felt nothing.  Then, suddenly, it
stopped.

Big Ben took the bottle of lube and shoved the top of the bottle into my
asshole and squeezed a large amount of it into my gut.  I felt the cold
gooey liquid as it coated the inside of my rectum.  He then squeezed
another blob of it on my asshole, which dripped down my inner thighs.
Bound, gagged, and now coated inside and out with fuck gel, I felt like a
goose being readied for a good stuffing.  "I like a wet cunt," I head him
say without emotion.

Ben's cock head found its way to my asshole.  He put his hands on my hips,
gripped my pale flesh and suddenly thrust his whole body forward.  His
massive black cock flew past my sphincter and landed deep inside my gut.
God, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before.  Ben froze for a
second and then slowly moved his hips in a circular pattern, driving his
thick rod even deeper. He let out a slight sigh, and then caught his
breath.

For almost 15 minutes, Ben pounded my ass with his cock.  His rhythm was
fast and furious, and he never once slowed down.  Ben's hands held on to my
hips as he drove his 8-inch rod into my ass over and over.  He felt nothing
for me now. I was just his "tight, white, cunt," a hole that existed for no
other reason than to give pleasure to his black cock.  I gave in.  I
surrendered.  I was his slave.

"AARRGH!! OH GOD OH GOD... tighten up that cunt bitch...yeah... Big Ben's
gonna blow you out a nice big load of his hot spunk!  I said squeeze it
bitch... squeeze my cock!!"  Then, bamm!  Ben slammed into my ass one last
time and let loose a huge load of his hot jizz.

"Oh yeah, take that stuff bitch... take it!"

Ben collapsed onto my back, and I could feel the sweat from his broad chest
and pecs pour off of him as he pumped several load of cum deep into my
bowels.

"Damn... now that was hot."  Ben pulled his cock from my ass and reached up
and ripped his shorts from my mouth.  "Clean it up bitch... suck it clean!"
Ben grabbed my chin and forced his semi-hard stick into my mouth.  "I want
it clean... every inch."

My master's piss found company with his jizz, the lube, and my own funky
ass juices.  It was vile, but all I could think about was how much I loved
having this man's big, violent cock in my mouth.  It belonged there, and
now, my cunt belonged to Big Ben.

"Roll over."  Ben pulled his cock from my mouth and then shoved it back in
as soon as I was on my back.  "Keep cleaning."

He reached down between my legs and shoved two of his fingers in my cunt
and stretched open my hole.  My master's spunk dripped onto the bedspread.
He scooped up a handful and dribbled it on my rock hard cock.

"You wanna play with your clit now, bitch?  Well here's your chance."  He
reached under my torso and pulled at my bindings, finally freeing my hands.
"Go ahead.  I know you want to."

With his cock still buried in my face, I reached down and grabbed my own
rod and pulled hard a few times.  In only a matter of seconds I blew a
solid load all over my stomach and chest.  Relief!  Release!  Ben seemed
not to notice.  He had pulled out of my mouth and now seemed more
interested in how clean his cock was than in watching my own powerful
orgasm.  After that, I drifted a bit in and out of sleep until Ben slapped
my face slightly to wake me up.

 "It's late.  You should go home now."  I looked up to see Ben smiling back
at me.  He was dressed in a peach colored polo shirt and jeans.  He held
out his hand and lifted me from the bed.  "Want a beer?"

"Uh, no... thank you though."  My clothes were laying on the bed, folded as
if they had just been laundered.  I dressed quickly and quietly.  Ben was
now seated on the bureau drinking a glass of red wine, watching a TV news
show playing on the other side of the room.

"You were great.  Really.  Thanks so much for everything.  I'd invite you
to stay over, but I need to get up early and head over to the hospital.
It's never a holiday at the sick house," he laughed.  "Can I call you
sometime maybe... you know... the next time I'm in town, perhaps?"

I guess so... my number is..."

"It's ok, I got it already."

"Huh?"

"Well, I mean, you're in the book.  I looked it up while you were napping.
I hope that's ok."

"Yeah, fine... I mean, sure."

Ben was now walking me to the door of his room.  He reached for the handle
and said, "I took the liberty of putting my card in your pocket.  Call me
if you're in Atlanta any time soon."  He placed his hand on my shoulder and
squeezed it gently.  I looked at him, and he winked, "Hot... really hot."

"What the fuck?" I thought, as I walked gingerly through the hotel.  I felt
horrible.  My whole body ached, and the sticky goo that coated my mouth,
chest, cock, and ass made me uncomfortable as I hurried through the parking
lot to my car.  I reached into my back pocket to remove Ben's card so that
I could toss it in the trash can, but when I pulled it out I was shocked to
see that he had attached money to it with a paperclip: five one-hundred
dollar bills!  On the card, under his phone number, he had written just one
word: "Hot!"  The other thing I noticed: I suddenly had one massive
hard-on.