Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2003 22:05:09 -0800 (PST) From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com> Subject: John & Jim, Chapter 1 John and Jim Chapter 1--A Chance Meeting "I'm not a slut; I'm popular," I repeated. My friend Art laughed, again. "It could happen!" I laughed with him. "There are few butts in this gym that you haven't fucked," he pointed out. "The ugly, flabby ones haven't approached you, yet. That's the only reason you haven't done all of them." "You regret it?" I smiled innocently. He's a white boy, a couple of years younger than I, about 5'10" tall, weighs about 160, good body, nice dick, and a tight ass that loves my big dick. "You know better than that!" he grinned back at me. Art and I have been fuckin' around with each other for at least five years. Nothing serious has ever come of it. He likes his men short, like a fireplug, muscled, with a hungry, insatiable bottom, and a big dick. Although I qualify well in some categories, and marginally in others, I'm not short. For him, that's a showstopper. At 6'4", I could never be considered short. But, at 225 pounds of muscle and my desire to flip (demonstrated versatility), I only marginally qualified for the latter requirement. I'm more like 60% top, 40% bottom. He wants some muscular, short stud that bottoms at least 90% of the time. It's that other 10% that I've been satisfying for the last few years. "Besides," he'd teased me many times, "you're Schwartze!" I used to take offense at that racist remark, but I knew he didn't really mean it. Art and I are equal opportunity fucks. We'd fuck any man who fit our criteria, regardless of his color. In Portland, you gotta be willing to play with the white boys or you get no sex at all. In fact, I'm not much of an ageist, either. I fuck pretty regularly with a guy who just turned 50. He's a real daddy, furry chest, good looking, very tight body, a very suckable dick, and a sweet hole that loves to be rimmed and fucked. The few black men here are just not what I have in mind for long-term relationships, or are already in one. I'm what used to be called "high yella'", whatever that is. I've dated many men who had tans darker than my skin. But, there was no mistaking my black heritage. As he'd so tactlessly put it, "One look at that dark dick and they'll know there's an 'Ethiopian in the fuel supply'." And my dick was very much darker than the rest of my light brown skin. Of course, being blessed with a 10" dick confirmed "the myth" that all black men are hung. Lord knows I've had a few bruhs in the sack who were average (to be kind), so it is a myth. That's the other thing that really pissed me off. Just because I got a good dick and a decent body, every guy that I get with assumes I'm a top. FUCK! I get a lot of sweet, deep bootie that way, but it sure doesn't satisfy MY itch! Even my regulars at the gym (whom I service frequently in the sauna) think I'm a top. They've played with my ass, eaten me out, even finger fucked me, but never even attempted to mount me. One guy with a spectacular build and a nice 9" dick won't even discuss it. He wants to get fucked, end of conversation. Shallow-thinking muthafucka! Anyway, let's get back to the point of this exposition. I'm NOT a slut, but I'm easily talked into some hot sex at the gym, scoring nearly every one of the five nights that I workout there each week. I hardly ever go out to the bars, never been to a gay bath, and don't cruise the t-rooms. So, I get nearly all my sex at the gym. Even when I do find a good one there, I seldom bring him home. Something (I don't know what) keeps me from going that extra step. That's not to say that I've never brought a man home for sex. It just isn't a frequent event. So, here we are, a Friday night, in the locker room at the gym, and Art wants to go out. It's a holiday weekend, 4th of July, so the bars should be hopping. "You need to get laid, Man!" he said, again. "And I need to continue auditioning for a new boyfriend. You know how I hate to go out alone." Yeah, I thought, and the minute you find something that peaks your interest, I'm immediately forgotten (not that we'd go home and fuck if we didn't score). "I'm not a goin'-out kinda guy, Art. You know that," I whined. I was weakening, as I hadn't found anyone to play with in the sauna tonight. My dick was talkin' to me about the potential, but my head was reminding me how smoky the bars are and how much attitude I'd have to put up with. Times like this, my dick said, I wish we lived in California where you can't smoke in bars. I sighed. "Okay, fuck, sure," I finally caved. "I'll pick ya up at 10:30." There was no point in going downtown earlier. No one really arrived until at least eleven. "You won't regret it, my man!" he boasted. Yeah, whatever, I grimaced inwardly. I finished dressing, went home, rifled through my mail (all junk), and fixed dinner. Of course, there was nothing on television (even with 500 satellite channels!), so I decided to cruise the net. I got into a gay chat room and was really getting it on with a hot guy when he bailed. His wife probably came in the room. The hot ones are always married or have a boyfriend who isn't putting out. Those are the ones who cyber best. But, it still leaves me with a dripping, hard 10" dick that needs a man! I called Art to find out what kinda bar-drag he was gonna be wearing. "My leather harness probably," he revealed. "Tight Levis to show off my dick and ass." "Not your chaps?" "Gawd, Girl, NO! It's too fuckin' hot out there. I'd be a puddle on the floor." "Even though it exposes your ass so well?" I pressed. "Not even," he averred firmly. "Besides, I'm lookin' to bang ass, not get mine plowed." "Okay," I agreed. "I think I'll wear my cutoffs and a t-shirt." "The t-shirt will be history in a New York minute," he laughed. "It'll be hot in the bars tonight and I know how you love to show off that spectacular chest of yours. And those shorts! Have MERCY!" he squealed. "The only thing that scrap of cloth doesn't cover is EVERYTHING!" Of course, he was right. That's why I wanted to wear it! It pays to advertise, I smiled to myself. "You telling me not to wear it?" "Oh, no. I like watching the men drool when your snake starts to get hard. A string of precum reaches for the floor in no time," he cackled. Again, he was right. Even when I'm half hard, my dick leaks precum by the bucket load. "I'll wear briefs under it, then." "Don't you dare!" he insisted. "All the men that your donkey dick attracts will give me a better chance of snaring one of the disappointed ones." He has such a way with words. "You wearing boots with that drag?" I asked, moving the subject back to him. "Yeah, but the low cut ones. I don't need my feet sweating like a faucet. Some part of me has to be cool." "So, don't wear the Levis. You have shorts around there somewhere that'll be cooler." "Shorts and a harness make me look like a boy, a twinkie. I'm supposed to be the top daddy in this drag," he reminded me. "Suit yourself. But, I don't wanna hear one syllable outta you that you're too hot." "I promise to be good, Momma!" "Fuck you very much, Art!" "You, too. Love ya. Mean it!" If he weren't such a good fuck and good friend, I'd have ditched that white boy a long time ago. I pulled a t-shirt out of the closet. All my t-shirts have something to say. This one (which fit like a body glove) said, "This face leaves at midnight. Be on it!" I figured I might as well put it out there. This man likes to rim manhole. I'm sure they can figure out the rest of the agenda for the evening after that event. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I did look damned good, I thought. Perhaps, I should put my shorts on now, as I lifted my heavy dick and squeezed the bulbous head. A drop of precum oozed out. "Just bide your time. You'll get some, I promise," I whispered to my dick. "And don't embarrass me by trying to see what's out there." I flashed through memories of other nights out, my dick half hard most of the night, falling out the leg hole, exposing it, and leaking precum. The mental images caused my dick to expand and rise. "Down, Boy!" I muttered. "Be good and I promise a reward." I smiled at myself as I thought that even if I don't connect tonight, I could still go home and suck myself off. My dick jerked hard at that thought. Yeah, I'm my own best friend. Maybe, I should jerk off a load first. That might cool my jets. My dick throbbed, again. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" I smiled. "I'm gonna save it for later," I added resolutely. "Some hot stud's gonna get my load, not a towel!" Precum drooled from the big head. I squeezed the head and licked the clear fluid from my fingers. "Someone else is gonna enjoy this besides me," I fervently hoped. I got dressed, trying to think of the women at work to get my dick to deflate. It worked! The shorts were tight enough that it held my dick in place and covered. But, if I got even half hard, it poked its big head out of the closest leg hole and started looking around (in addition to leaking like an ancient faucet). Just concentrate on the women at the office. That'll keep Junior under control for while. Picking up Art was easy. He was sitting on his porch swing waiting for me. He slid into my car and checked me out. "Damn! You look hot! You are gonna score so big tonight!" "No twinkies, and no geezers," I warned him. "And no smokers!" I insisted. That was my one showstopper. Their jizz tasted awful, and kissing them was like licking an ashtray. YUCK! "On a holiday weekend, you'll be fighting them off with a stick. And I don't mean this one," he giggled, giving my snake a squeeze. "Hey!" I batted his hand away. "Don't wake him up. I just got him to go down." "Spoilsport!" "You're looking for Mr. Fireplug, remember?" "Yeah, and tonight's my night!" I hoped his confidence spilled over to me. I couldn't believe our luck. We parked within 30 feet of our favorite bar. "Doris Day parking!" Art laughed. "Damn! That's a good sign. Everything is gonna go your way tonight, Bro!" "We'll see," I smiled back. I locked the Lexus and joined him on the sidewalk. Three gay men strolled by, ogling us. Two of them gave me the eye and Art had the rapt attention of one of the other ones. "Twinkies," Art muttered. "And the one checkin' you out was too tall, right?" He nodded. "You may have to change or ignore your standards if you wanna get fucked tonight," I proposed. "I'm doin' the fuckin' tonight, Princess!" he reminded me. "Oh, yeah, right," I smiled knowingly. If he found a big stud with a big dick, he'd bend over in a heartbeat. It may not be what he was searching for, but he'd not turn it down, either. We walked through the front door of the bar and stood nearby, getting accustomed to the gloom inside. I recognized several guys from the gym, nodded to them, and headed for the bar. "Cranberry and soda, please," I said to the bartender. He was a humpy little number. But, I couldn't recall if I'd fucked him or he'd blown me. Nor could I remember where it was that we'd done the deed. "Whatcha want, Art?" I turned around, seeking my friend. He moved up to the bar and smiled at the bartender. Just his type, I thought. "Henry's," he said. One of our local beers slid on to the counter. I paid and turned to move away, allowing other patrons to place their orders. "See anything you like?" Art asked. "I just got here, Man!" I snipped at him. "Give me a fuckin' minute!" "Gawd, Girl! Get laid!" he snapped back. "Sorry," I apologized. "You're right. I need to get fuckin' laid!" "I'll take ya on," a twinkie giggled. "Thanks, but he's looking for a man, Honey," Art snidely put the kid down. "Maybe another time," I added, trying to cushion the blow to the kid's ego. "Art's just being a piss ant. He needs to get laid, too." The kid openly appraised him. "But, he's looking for someone shorter than you," I cautioned. The kid shrugged and went back to chatting up his friends. We mingled with the crowd, talking to some friends from the gym, catching up on relationships that had crashed or were still going strong. The heat convinced me to remove my shirt. That got a lot of envious stares and some heavy cruising, but I still wasn't seeing anything that turned my crank. Even Junior was unimpressed. The conversation turned to who was fuckin' the local television personalities. Everyone knew several of them were as queer as a goose, but the "stars" never went to the bars. However, they did cruise the t-rooms, bookstores, gyms, and parks. Didn't make a lot of sense to me, but I didn't have to live their lives, either. A few minutes later, I surveyed the crowd from the bar as Art ordered us another round. The place was packed. The smoke was getting so thick that you could barely see the entrance. My heart skipped a beat. Who the fuck is THAT! Art handed me my drink, but I ignored him. "Hello, Earth to John?" He pressed the cold drink against my right nipple. That sure got my attention. "Fuck!" I jumped. "Oh, sorry. Thanks." Art glanced in the direction I was staring. "Who is that?" he murmured. "Gawd! The guy's a giant!" "I have no idea, but I'm gonna find out!" I said, summoning my courage. If I didn't get to him right away, those queens would be on him like a duck on a June bug. I quickly moved in the direction of the front door. He smiled at comments being made around him, but didn't connect with anyone. He seemed to be getting his bearings, perhaps wondering where the bar was. As he glanced about the room, his gaze lit upon me. It waived, then, came back, eating me up with his stare. He smiled broadly, but seemed embarrassed by his bold look of desire and looked back toward the bar. The dark mountain moved my direction. I couldn't think of a thing to say. I smiled stupidly up at him as he approached. "Is that the bar over there?" he asked. I nodded dumbly. He patted my shoulder as he moved by. "That looks good. What is it?" he nodded at my drink. I looked down at the glass in my hand. "Oh, uh, cranberry juice and soda," I stammered. "Pretty good!" I added. Geez, John. Could you be any more retarded! "Does it have a special name or just order it as cranberry juice and soda?" he asked bending down to talk into my ear. The noise level had become almost too high to hear. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke. I shivered with eagerness. "Uh, no. No special name that I know of. Uh, let me order it for you. The bartender knows that's my order, so he'll expect it from me," I suggested. "Thanks, Man. I'm Jim," he added extending his hand as best he could in the crowded conditions. I took his huge hand and squeezed it. "I'm John," I said into his lowered ear. "And you must be new to Portland." "Visiting for the weekend from Seattle," he revealed, steering me toward the bar. Evidently, it had been a long, hot drive down. I ordered his beverage and paid for it. Having handed it to him, I surveyed my quarry. This man was SO hot! He stood at least 6'7" tall, weighed at least 250, maybe 260 of solid, massive muscles. He was wearing a tank top and walking shorts. His legs extended from the end of the shorts like tree trunks. The mound at his crotch looked especially inviting. And he was black! Sort of a medium black, not coal, African black. Succinctly put, he was stunning! "That had to be a long, hot drive," I observed trying to keep the conversation going. "I drove fast with the top down. That helped," he grinned. "But, I had to stop and put the top up and crank up the A/C by the time I hit Portland. Damn! It's hot here!" "Supposedly made 97 today," I smiled back. "But, in here, the humidity is as high as it is back East." "Yeah, only visited there. I have no idea how those people can stand it." "Probably, they don't know any better." I paused. "You down here for any particular reason?" "Not really. The guy I came down with suggested that we get outta town. Having nothing better to do over the long weekend, I agreed to drive with him," Jim said. "He's standing over there watching us?" he smiled and raised his glass in the general direction of the end of the bar. A white guy raised his glass and smiled back. "That's my friend Alex. He says he always gets laid in Portland." "Don't I get an introduction?" Art chimed in. "Oh, yeah," I stumbled. I made the introductions and suggested that Art go over and entertain Alex. I also made it clear to Jim that Art and I were friends, nothing more. "You trying to get rid of me?" Art giggled. "He's hung and has an awesome ass," Jim confided. Art whirled and moved off toward the end of the bar immediately. Alex was not as short as Art liked them, but he did look pretty good for a white boy. "And just how would you know that?" I asked. I wondered belatedly if Jim would be offended by my remark. "We've been friends for years," Jim said. "And no, we aren't boyfriends and don't have anything going on." This guy was getting more handsome by the minute. "So, what do you do, John?" he asked innocently. I wondered if he meant in bed or for an occupation. I decided to answer the latter question. The first one could be answered later, if I ever got that far. "Uh, I work for the City of Portland, accounting manager for one of the Bureaus," I finally related. "Not very exciting, but it pays the bills. And you?" "I work for Microsoft," he said. "Yeah, the Great Satan, the Anti-Christ, the Evil Empire, the Borg, all those." "I've never heard Microsoft discussed in those terms." "I guess you don't read the opposition's tirades," he sighed. "Sounds like you take it personally," I ventured. He looked at me strangely, then, glanced down, and laughed. "Lord, Child! I thought you were coming on to me, feelin' up my dick. But, it was your dick feelin' up my dick!" I looked down to discover that my dick had escaped, hardened and was now standing up and dripping precum against his crotch. His hand reached for it, compounding my embarrassment. He squeezed the thick shaft, then, milked the spongy head. Jim licked off his fingertips. "Yeah, sweet precum. One of my favorite things about a man!" He moved in closer and squeezed my dick again. "And a nice big one, too. You're sure a hot man, John." Instead of tasting my precum again, he slipped his hand into the leg hole of my cutoffs and squeezed my hard ass cheeks. His dripping fingertips touched my asshole and smeared precum on my ass lips. Again, bringing his fingertips to his lips, he tasted. "Fuck, Man! You're SO fuckin' HOT!" "Sounds like you might do the versatile thing, Jim," I smiled and kissed his ear. He nodded, adding a huge grin. "I was hoping you would." "And a good tasting asshole, too," he beamed. "And a rimmer to boot! Gawd! This is my night," I nearly swooned. "Let's get the fuck outta this smoky place and get to know each other better. Alex and I were gonna get a hotel room later, but now's a very good time," he leered, leaning into me for a light, sensuous kiss. Oh, fuck! This man could kiss! The tentative kiss turned into a barnburner. My dick jerked and throbbed, as did my asshole as he played with my butt and stroked my hard dick. My fingers weren't idle. I'd already explored his round ass, but was unable to get inside his shorts. But, his dick was hard as steel and felt to be a monster. My butt pucker winked savagely at that possibility. "Yeah, let's leave," I agreed. I pushed my hard dick back into my shorts as best I could while Jim sniffed and licked his fingers. "But, we'd better tell our compatriots that we're leaving," I remembered. "Yeah, you tell Art and I'll let Alex in on our plans." Alex and Art didn't seem to care. They had already made plans to share a hotel room downtown. Art's place wasn't that big and was a two-bus transfer to get there. The decision was easily made. I'm not sure they even waved at us as we left. "Where's your car?" I asked. "Uh, a couple of blocks that way, I think," he indicated pointing west. "Where are you parked?" "Right here!" "Damn, Doris Day parking. How'd you do that?" "Just my lucky day, I guess," I grinned. "And I'm gonna make it even luckier, John," he smiled, pulling me into another monster kiss and hug. "Fuck, Man! We gotta get to my place, NOW! Fuck the hotel!" I insisted. "Get in and I'll drive you to your car." He agreed, directing me a couple of blocks over and one up. His convertible was a big Mercedes. Either he put all his money into that car or he was getting paid big bucks at Microsoft. I'd have to delicately ask about it, but later. "Damn, Jim! Those are wheels!" The Mercedes 500SL had to run at least $100,000. It made my Lexus IS300 look like a roller skate. The City sure doesn't pay as well as Microsoft. "Gets me from point A to point B," he chuckled. "I'll take ya for a ride in it later. But, right now, I got a different kinda ride in mind." "Mind reader," I smiled back at him. "Follow me." "I'll follow that tail anywhere." I sure hoped that meant he was gonna pound my ass for me. I hadn't been fucked in ages. My butt tingled at the thought and my dick throbbed. "You are gonna get so fucked!" I purred to my dick. "And did you see that high, tight, round ass? That bootie is gonna take some serious nut bustin'." My dick jerked again, adding more precum to the puddle it was making on my right thigh. "Yeah, as hard up as you are for a piece of ass, you'll bust your nut before you even get it all in," I laughed at myself. That had been a problem all my adult life. Climaxes were easy for me. I often shot off in under a minute. But, the saving grace was that I had great recovery, being able to get it up and in and pumping hard in less than ten more minutes, with another recovery shortly after that. If the guy wanted multiple climaxes, I was his man. If he were looking for a long ride, I was gonna be a major disappointment. "You got Magnums?" he asked as he got out of his car in front of my house. I assured him I did. "Good. I didn't wanna try to find them in my overnight case this late at night." For those of you who don't know, Magnums are the big size condoms for the big dicked men. "Nice 'hood, by the way," he added. I told him I had good neighbors, too. They were very supportive of a gay, black man in their midst. Indeed, they thought I threw the best parties and never missed one. They even enjoyed my gay friends. "I'm sure you've been told this a thousand times, but you are the hottest looking, most handsome bruh I've ever seen," Jim said leaning into another kiss as I fumbled for the keys to the front door. "You could be a model, John." I blushed crimson. "Well, you could. You got all the moves, the body, the face, and that dick and butt must make every queer in Portland weep." "Not that I've noticed," I answered demurely. "Next thing, you'll tell me you're a virgin," he laughed. "Only if you define virgin as a guy who hasn't gotten any within a couple of days," laughed with him. "How about you, Man? A big bruh like you has got to leave 'em all weeping." "I get my share," he vaguely replied. "But, now, I need my share of this," he added patting my ass. "And this," he said, squeezing my hard, dripping, and exposed dick. "It sure does pump out the precum." "It likes you," I smiled. "I hope it likes me a lot," he replied. "I haven't been hammered for ages." "Neither have I," I admitted. "Fuckin' sucks, doesn't it? You need to get fucked and everyone assumes you're a top," he sighed. "Yeah, even when you tell them that you wanna sit on their dick, they're not interested. A bottom is a bottom," I opined. "I'm glad we're versatile," he grinned down at me. "Let's get these clothes off and let's see what we should do next," he added, pushing the front door shut behind us. "The house tour can wait until later," I breathed hotly into his neck. "The bedroom's at the end of the hall and to your left. But, I want to slowly take your clothes off here. The bedroom's too confining." "Only if I get to do the same," he grinned, pulling my folded shirt out of my waistband and dropping it on the floor. "Fuck! What a body!" "Good genes," I said. "And five days a week at the gym." "Man, it shows!" He bent down and sucked on each erect nipple. Then, he fell to his knees and said, "I've been wanting to taste this all night." His warm mouth closed over the blunt end of my hard, dripping dick. He sucked and moaned. "Anyone ever take this all the way down their throat?" he asked after failing twice to get the big head into his throat. "Only two," I moaned. "And they didn't do it for very long." "I'm not surprised," he agreed, pulling off my shoes and socks. "How do you get this big thing to stay in your shorts?" "I don't as you can tell," I smiled down at him. He pulled down my cutoffs and my steely dick sprang up, slapping my abs hard with a loud, wet splat. "How big is this fucker?" he wondered. "Around 10"." "Yeah, it sure feels like it. That's gonna feel so good up my ass." "You've had big ones like mine before, so you can take it?" "Yeah, a few times, but not recently. So, you'll have to take it slowly." "Oh, yeah, really slow. I want you to love it so much that you'll want it several more times," I suggested. "Well, let's do the first one before we discuss more." "My turn," I insisted. "You haven't lost a thing and I'm totally naked." "Sorry, I was having fun," he laughed and stood up, towering over me, again. "Gawd, you're tall!" I observed casually as I pulled the tank top over his head and broad shoulders. "What nice nips!" I added devouring them one at a time, but always working the other one with a free hand. The other hand was clutching at his big, beautiful ass. Not waiting for me, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. "Eager, aren't we?" I laughed. "You got me so fuckin' hot, I don't know what to do first: fuck or get fucked." "Let me get rid of these shorts, then, we'll discuss those options in the bedroom." But, he had underwear on beneath the walking shorts. "I gotta keep it captive or it'll be sneakin' out like yours does," he laughed. "But, now, it's confining." He started to push his shorts down. "No! Don't take them off, yet. You look so hot in those tightie whities! Every muscle bulges and your dick throbs, making a bigger wet spot. The mystery is almost better than the reality," I said, slipping to my knees and nuzzling his heavy nuts and sucking on the wet spot his dickhead had created. I chewed on his dickhead until he pushed me away. "Fuck! I nearly came," he protested. "That load I gotta save for later!" "Can't you make another one?" "Well, yeah, but I don't wanna strain it through my shorts!" I laughed. "Turn around. I wanna see if that ass is even hotter without those walking shorts on." He turned slowly, showing an incredibly muscular profile, his big muscle ass jutting out like a hot, black bubble butt should. Still on my knees, I kissed his round butt as his back turned fully toward me. With trembling fingers, I slowly pulled his shorts down, kissing the dark skin and deep ass trench as more of his round butt was exposed. "You got all night to stop that, John," he purred. "Just all night?" I responded as my tongue dove between his butt cheeks and tasted his sweaty trench. I tugged harder, exposing his entire ass. He bent over to push them down in the front, too, freeing his hard dick. But, I was focused on his ass. I hadn't even thought of his dick. When he bent over, his cheeks parted and my tongue and face darted between them. His musky scent and sweaty skin tasted wonderful to my over- revved libido. My hands pushed his glutes farther apart. My face pushed deeper, savoring the taste of this giant of a man. As my tongue searched lower for his butthole, Jim pulled away. "I haven't showered since this morning, John. My ass isn't the cleanest." "So, I happen to like ripe buttholes," I blurted out. A pregnant pause ensued. Then, he grinned broadly. "Fuck! You a butt pig, too?" I blushed again, and nodded. He kicked off his underwear, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. "We're going to the bedroom to get more comfortable, and we're gonna eat butt until we can't stand it any longer!" He didn't need to convince me! When we got on to the bed, I said, "Uh, Jim, I'd better be on the bottom. I cum really fast if I'm on top." "We're just suckin' buttholes, not dicks, John." "It'll happen. I know how these things go." "Okay," he acquiesced. He straddled my head and sat on my face, slowly. He gave me time to appreciate the aroma of his big, fragrant butt. I pried his big cheeks apart and sniffed again. My tongue darted out and sampled the dark area around his pucker. It tasted of sweat and little bit of asshole. The more I sampled, the more I loved it. Jim didn't abide taking the slow route. He dove directly into my butt, licking and slurping at my butthole, getting me so wet that I could feel his spit dripping over my tailbone and on to the bed. And as predicted, he couldn't resist my dripping dick. He sucked me mercilessly, nearly getting my nut twice before I pulled him off each time. But, I was too busy on his asshole to do much dick sucking, although I did a couple of times when I felt his dick dripping on to my chest. "Where's the lube?" he suddenly requested. "And the Magnums?" I indicated the nightstand near his head. "I hope you don't mind, but I gotta fuck your ass, NOW! Your butthole is so good. I gotta fuck it." I pulled my knees into my chest, spreading my ass cheeks. "Didn't think I'd get any kinda argument," he laughed. He rolled on the condom and liberally smeared lube on his sheathed dick and my butthole, using two fingers, then three to open me up. Just like riding a bicycle, I thought. You never forget the good stuff; even if it has been months. His hard dick quickly followed his burrowing fingers. The big head hit my prostate almost instantly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my ass and into my spasming dick. If he does that many more times, I'll nut without even touching my dick, I thought. But, he didn't. He was driving for the bottom, wanting to get as much of his monster into me as he could. "Gawd! Your butt is so tight! Stop milking me! I'll cum!" he protested. I hadn't realized I'd been doing that. "Sorry," I said. "I'd forgotten to turn off that switch," I giggled. "But, you do feel so good inside me." He leaned in and kissed me, slowly, softly, like he had all the time in the world. I felt his dick jerk inside me and swell. The taste of his tongue was a combination of sweat, butthole, and cranberry juice. I could get used to that, I quickly decided. "Damn, John! You're doing it, again," he winced. "Oh, sorry," I again apologized. "But, you do feel so good inside me. And that dick hits all my buttons. It's just automatic that I want your load in me, and my butt muscles are trying to get it." He pulled out, nearly completely, and pushed slowly back in. His bulbous dickhead hit my prostate squarely. I moaned and twisted beneath him. My dick convulsed, hard. It drooled creamy cum. "Fuck, you didn't cum, did you?" he asked in a panic. "No, not yet, but I'm really close," I warned. "My dick does that sometimes when I'm close, and I haven't cum for a couple of days. It's kinda my early warning system. You're about to fuck the cum right out of me." He smiled down at me. "Sounds like both of us are pretty hot for this," he concluded. "You have no idea how much I needed this fuck," I assured him. "You're milking my dick, again," he grimaced. "I don't wanna cum yet." "There'll be other loads," I grinned up at him, working my ass muscles with a vengeance. "Cum in my ass, Man!" "Ah, FUCK! Can't hold back. FUCK! Gonna cum!" he announced, pounding my ass like he was a stallion servicing his favorite mare. "Fuckin' CUMMING!" I felt his dick jerk inside me again, then, the ceaseless pounding that nearly shredded my prostate. It was too late for me, too. My dick got its final orders from my prostate, telling my dripping dick that I was about to squirt out ball honey that would paste both of us. Each time Jim slammed deep in my butt, my dick fired. I rubbed the underside against his hard abs, spraying his chest and mine. The harder he fucked me, the more jizz I shot. Panting like a bull, he power-fucked my ass as well as any man ever has. This man had style and stamina. Even after he had to stop cumming, he was still fucking me; trying to time his final thrusts to the last jets of my creamy dick gravy. "Gawd, you're a hot fuck," he said, pulling out slowly. "Fuck! That thing's big!" I said when the big dickhead pulled away from my asshole. "Not compared to yours," he insisted. "Well, maybe. But, I haven't been fucked by one that size in a long time." "Another bruh?" "Yeah, a few years ago. A guy in Los Angeles had a big dick, like 11" and knew how to use it. But, he was an amazing bottom, so I fucked him most of the time," I revealed. "I can believe it with this monster," he grinned, lifting my slowly shrinking black snake. He squeezed the head, forcing out more cum. Licking his fingers, he scraped more of my load from his abs and my chest. "You got good tasting cum, Man!" "I didn't get a chance to taste yours," I pouted smiling. "Here," he said, handing me the spent condom with the tip well filled with his dick sauce. "Bottoms up!" I stripped the condom of its contents and smacked my lips. "What a pig!" he laughed. "I know what I like," I defended. "Besides, I'm not the only one munching on asshole," I pointed out. "Touché," he grinned. He kissed me again, sharing more of our mutual cum. "So, how soon can this thing recover?" he asked, flopping my dick about. "Start suckin' on it and it'll revive pretty fast. It'll be even faster if you sit on my face again." "Gawd! You are a butt pig!" he laughed, but turned and sat on my face again. As advertised, my dick rose to the occasion and was deep in his ass within ten minutes. He sat on my hard upright organ, massaging me deeply. In fact, he stirred his guts with my big stick, enjoying how the thick shaft and big head hit several deep spots that made his dick jerk and leak precum. Although he wasn't hard again, he did manifest something akin to a half hard one. As I fucked him harder and he milked me more urgently, his dick expanded more. But by the time I was thrusting hard up into him, my hands on his hips holding him down, his dick was bouncing and slinging precum everywhere. In one final lunge, I pumped hard and blasted another big load. Another Magnum rubber, though, caught this one. Damned condoms! Barebacking was so much more fun. However, that's totally unsafe, until and unless you have a monogamous partner. This huge man sitting on my hips with my 10" dick buried up his butt is certainly a candidate. I'm sure not gonna find another man this delicious who is also into ripe butt munching. I gotta find out more about him. The sex is hot, incredibly hot, but what about his life. Is he fucked up, a drug dealer, a serial killer? He could be anyone he wanted to be with that huge muscled body and gentle nature. Even when he was fucking me like a stallion, there was still gentleness about it. He genuinely cared about the man he was having sex with. I didn't feel like I'd been treated like an object for his pleasure. That was unique in my experience. We showered together in my oversized shower, playing with each other's dicks and butts. By the time we'd washed off all cum from our earlier mating, we were ready to go at it again. This time, though, I showed him how I was able to pleasure myself with a self-administered blowjob. He was amazed, but joined right in, fucking my ass again as I blew myself. Evidently, the scene was a hot one for him. He blasted as soon as I did. Nearly standing on my head, my dickhead and a couple inches of shaft had disappeared between my lips. With his big dick in my ass hitting my prostate so well, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back. I tried not to suck myself very hard, but his well-aimed thrusts at my prostate pushed me easily over the edge in another minute. I sprayed my throat with another creamy discharge, milking his dick as I blasted. He filled another condom, which I dutifully emptied. Sleeping in a king-size bed didn't seem to make any difference. In the middle of the night (about 4 a.m.), I was awake and running my right hand over his round, high ass. A couple of fingers slipped into his ass trench, feeling left over lube. I rolled on a condom and climbed on his back, sliding my big dick up his hungry hole. His hips rose to greet each thrust. "I guess you're awake," I laughed softly. "Yeah, I've been waiting for you to pound my butt for the last few minutes. I thought you'd never wake up," he chortled as I pushed deeply again. "Gawd! What a horsedick you got, Man!" Although I'd already cum three times, I was ready for a fourth one. Of course, his gripping, milking butt tunnel helped. That big muscle ass of his did a number on me. Lying on his stomach, he bucked beneath me like a bull being ridden. But, this bull loved the spike in his ass and wasn't trying to buck me off. He wanted my dick juice and a ride. I gave him one, but not the other. My quick trigger kicked in and I shot off, again, deeply in his protected ass. Pulling my wilting dick from his ass with a wet plop, I rolled on to my back. "Give me a minute and I'll service you," I gasped. "You don't need to do me, John. I love being fucked by you, anytime, anywhere, as hard or as gently as you like. You're a great one for lovemaking," he smiled into the darkness. "Sorry that I got off so fast." "Don't worry about it. I got a really good ride on a monster dick. My only regret is that we had to use condoms." "You, too?" I sighed. "Yeah, I hate those fuckin' things, but we gotta use them until we know each other better," he agreed. "By the way, give me that condom. I need to drain it." I handed it to him in the gloom. "Yeah, just as tasty as I remember it." We slept.