Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2016 17:02:44 +0100 (BST)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: MAKIN' DE SPARKS FLY

Benson's Department Store has been on Carmichael Street in dis large
industrial town of Lydebridge -- which some folks calls a city -- fer 'bout
ninety-fo' years, or so Ah have bin reli'bly informed by dem as should
know. Mah posishun dere am de Consumer Retail Electrical Appliances Manager
(dat makes me de C R E A M of de place! Get it?) Mah name is Byron
T. Cabell (de 'T' doan stan' fer anyt'ing, its jus' the American way Ah was
brought up in.) Ahm in mah very late twenties, rather good lookin' tho' Ah
says it mahself as shouldn't, an' Ah've worked mah way up since leavin'
school an' now head one of the biggest departments in de store. OK, let's
move it on an' see if'n yo' can find out mo' 'bout me later.

Ah have bin agitatin' senior management for four, five months to get a
reli'ble suitably qualified assistant, what wid de increasing demand fer de
latest gadgets of all descriptions which seem to be floodin' on to de
market from every which-way direcshun. Well, Ah'd heared nuttin' from dem
upstairs until Ah walked in to work one wet an' windy mornin' last Feb an'
. . . WHOA! . . . de sun was a-shinin' an' de birds was a-singin'! Jermain
Washington looked to be in his early twenties, Ah figured 'bout 22, but it
was difficult to tell as he looked younger. He was 'bout mah height an'
Ah'm aroun' six foot five inches (or two meters, if yo' prefer.) He had an
attractively slim well-defined physique, short an' curly dark hair an' dark
eyes, smooth skin, sensuous full lips an' a package to die fer. His
attributes seemed to grow hunkier de closer dey am studied an' Ah says to
mahsel' says Ah, "Shit, man, dere's some interestin' gee-net-ics a-pumpin'
up dat big black dick." After dat, whenever Ah could, Ah manoeuvred mahsel'
as close up as Ah dared to where he is workin' an' strip him nekked wid mah
eyes (if he ain't talkin' to de customers or jest lookin' round, dat is!)

Howsoever, sometimes he'll turn aroun' unexpectedly an' catch me clearly
oglin' his shapely ass. Ah always blush a little an' turn away, but not
befo' he's flashed me a smile an' dat kin' of look dat used to be called "a
knowin' look". Ah sneak away sheepish lahk, jes' as if Ah is a horny
teenager ag'in. Back in de seclusion of de little den Ah calls mah office
Ah falls to wonderin' if Jermain Washington could be gay. No straight guy
should look and move lahk dat!

Now, don' think Ah'm claimin' to have a big ego, but Ah am aware Ah got mo'
dan de av'rage pro-po'-shuns tucked away in mah pants. As Ah said, Ah'm in
mah very late twenties an' keep in shape doin' a little bit of dis 'ere,
an' a little bit of dat dere. Mah main asset is mah enormous cock. Ah mean,
mah dick's so big Ah could fuck yo' ass an' stroke yo' froat wid it at de
same tahm. Now, dat's what Ah calls an ego!

One day, while Master Washington was still on his pro-bay-shun, Ah came
across him attemptin' to organise some merchandize in de telephone
section. He was havin' a mite of trouble wid de display shelvin'. "Hm," Ah
thought, thought Ah, "dis is de perfec' excuse Ah bin lookin' fer to get up
close an' personal wid young Master Washin'ton." No sooner thought than
done an' Ah sashayed over dere.

"Ah, Mister Washin'ton," Ah said, polite like, "may Ah assist yo' wid dat?"

He flashed me a dazzler of a smile and said, also polite, "Please, sir, Ah
doan know exac'ly how dis t'ing is supposed to go but it ain't goin' where
it should no-how an' Robert ain't aroun' today." Ah showed him how simple
de task was an' got him to try it a coupla times. "Well, shit, Ah can
handle dat!" he laughed. (Bah de way, 'Robert' is Robert Humble, Jermain's
sales manager.)

Ah was dat close to him Ah could smell him. His scent made my balls prickle
an' dat made me rise up half way and den Ah caught a whiff of de stuff he
sprays on his chest an' date made me rise up all de way. Jermain don' wear
cheap cologne anywhere; but Ah wears cheap cologne, at least to the office
Ah does. And den Ah gave mahsel' away good an' proper.

Ah was standin' behind him, tryin' my bes' to appear regular an' givin' de
glad eye to a coupla passin' gigglin' girlies, jes' to make sho', lahk. De
pantomime was really fer de benefit of dem spy cameras set up to catch
shoplifters an' such. Jermain was bendin' over to pick up another shelf
from de pile. His tight black pants was stretched over his mid-secshun an'
Ah got a good eyeful at de shape of his ass. No panty lines. He weren't
wearin' any underwear. At work? Ah jes' would not have believed it if Ah'd
not seen it wid mah own eyes. An' what an ass it were, too! Firm, shapely
mounds. Ah could jes' make out de swellin' of his fat, lubricious balls
hangin' between his legs. Ah had a mental flash of dem orbs bein' full of
delicious man juice, ready to slither down mah froat. He looked up an'
caught me lickin' mah lips befo' Ah could recover and rearrange mah
clothin' to hide mah con-di-shun. Nervously clearin' mah froat and tryin'
to sound indifferent, mah eyes lookin' anywhere but at him, Ah said, "Yo've
got de hang of it now, Mister Washin'ton." He grinned lahk a Cheshire Cat
and extended his hand fer me to shake. "T'anks, Mister Cabell, sir," he
said. Shakin' hands took a tad longer dan was stric'ly necessary and our
eyes locked. Ah knew at dat instant he had me sussed. He knew fo' certain
Ah was as gay as a T'anksgivin' balloon.

From dat day on, Ah kept our relationship stric'ly professional, man. Ah
observed all de unspoken rules concernin' workin' relations between
management and lower staff. De mos' important of dese was NO FRATERNIZIN'
at any tahm while yo'm in de store. Jermain seemed to take dis personal but
soon followed mah lead an' adopted de professional line -- at least while
he was at work. As fer me, Ah waited until Ah was at home an' den Ah took
to jackin' off lahk Ah was a bitch on heat whenever Ah had de ideah of
fuckin' him or havin' his smelly nuts rubbin' agains' mah nose or his
greasy tongue lickin' mah asshole an' prisin' it open an' preparin' it fer
an obscene invasion. Wid mah eyes closed tight an' mah fist poundin' wildly
Ah'd shoot stream after stream of t'ick white juice across de room
bespatterin' mah new furniture.

Dis unsatisfactory situation wen' on fer a while, den one Friday night Ah
was feelin' so horny it were like a pain in de gut. Ah felt bloated lahk
Ah'd eaten too much chicken gumbo. Ah needed to release some tension, to
get mahsel' up dere in some tight ass an' fuck it lahk a bunny rabbit. Ah
had not been out much lately and somethin' between mah legs was yellin' at
me, "Hey, bo', ain't it tahm yo' gotten yo'sel' outta here an' go get a
fuck?" OK, massa, Ah'se a-goin'! Ah took a pro--longed shower, made sho'
mah ass was clean inside as well as out, got dressed up as much as Ah ever
get dressed up an' headed straight fer de Catfish Row, de biggest gay bar
in town. It had been named after somethin' in de musical Porgy an'
Bess. Catfish Row was de kinda place where anyone could get demselves laid
widout even tryin' very hard!

De place was packed wid guys: straights, gays, dem as swing both ways,
lesbians, X-dressers an' TVs. In fac', ever'one was welcome to spend their
money and drink de beer but it was de gays who was de main patrons. Ah
found a nice niche fer mahsel', next to a support column wid a guard-rail
roun' it, separatin' us bashful wallflowers from de depraved degenerates on
de dance floor. After several beers an' breathin' in de fumes from de funny
fags bein' dragged on, Ah began gyratin' to de pulsatin' music. Dat
guard-rail felt good ag'in mah crotch and de more Ah jived an' gyrated de
mo' Ah pressed mahsel' against it, lettin' it kinda jack me off. Ever' now
an' den de odour of someone's sweat would waft over from de dance floor and
slap me across mah face, makin' me hump de rail even harder. Dis wen' on
fer a while, until Ah couldn't hold it any longer an' Ah had to go take a
leak. As Ah was wadin' through de sea of people after leavin' de john an'
pretendin' dat Ah was not truly rubbin' up against dem on purpose, Ah
caught sight of Jermain comin' at me from de opposite direc-shun! Oh, shit
an' fuck! Ah thought, what de fuckin' hell is he doin' here? Has he been
brought here by someone else from work? Ah looked aroun' to locate de
nearest exit and turned to run.

"Hey, Byron!"

Ah heard him call out mah name an' it made me stop dead in mah tracks. Ah
turned aroun' slow, like. Jermain was standin' in front of me, twice as
bigger'n life size. Mah heart was poundin' an' Ah was sho' mah gaucheness
was apparent to ever'body dere. He put his paw on mah shoulder and said,
quietly in mah ear, "Ah didn't suss yo' as bein' gay, Byron?"

"Yo' still don't," Ah shot back at him, tryin' to defend mahsel' but
already realisin' dat it was not only a ridiculous t'ing to say but rude as
well. Ah wasn't t'inkin' straight.

"Ah've bin wantin' yo' to fuck me in de ass from de moment we was
introduced," he said, dead serious. Dat little bomb blew mah defence forces
to smithereens. "Let's dance," he added. Ah stared at him
dum'founded. Dance? Is he crazy? Mah knees won' keep me up!

Ah was still a mite dazed and t'ankful for de trip to de dance floor as it
give me de time to bitch-slap some wits into play. Ah am said to be a good
dancer but Jermain's dancin' was just bad enough to be sexy and his funky
moves were makin' me hard and lewd thoughts kep' on racin' through mah
brain.

After a few frantic jives we took some time out, got a coupla beers and
zigzagged through de carnival crowd of queens, dudes, witches and studs. Ah
was aimin' to get back to mah original niche an' mah friendly railin'. To
mah surprise it was still available when we reached it and we settled right
in. Jermain again shook the crap out of me when he wrapped his arms aroun'
mah neck and give me a slobbering passionate kiss full on de mout'. His
tongue forced itsel' into mah mout', strong an' demandin'. Ah responded wid
no inhibitions, de taste of beer in our mouths heightenin' our lust. Out
stiffies rubbed together, rock hard. His made me tremble an' Ah opened mah
eyes jest to check if any of the carnival folks were givin' a damn. Ah
needn't have bin concerned -- dey weren't! Dey all seemed to be havin'
their own sexual agenda to worry about an' such scandalous behavious was
quite common in dose trenches! When at last out kissin' had to stop,
Jermain stood facin' de dance floor wid me behin' him.

To any innocent bystander -- if any such was in dat place dat night -- we
appeared to be two guys simply watchin' others dancin'. But. . . like de
swans on de municipal pond in de municipal park, dere was much more goin'
on under de water, so to speak! Jermain quietly reached up an' took mah
hand, guidin' it down and placin' it on his dick. Fer de fust time, Ah held
in mah hand what Ah had bin longin' fer ever since he'd arrived at
Benson's. It was thick, an' big, jest lahk Ah knew it would be. Ah slowly
stroked it through his jeans. His nuts were tight up agin his body. He
groaned softly with pleasure. Ah almos', but not quite, fell to mah knees
in homage.

"God, dat t'ing is big. . . dat fucker's harder dan stone," was all dat Ah
could say. Widout lookin', he reached back and took hold of a han'ful of
me, massagin' what he foun' wid strong fingers. Stuff had soaked through
mah skimpy thong and jeans (t'ankfully Ah was wearin' a dark pair) an' he
'cumulated some on his fingertips den licked dem off.

"Mmm. . . dat cum of yo's sho tastes mighty fine," he whispered. "Let's
go."

"Where?"

"Mah car."

Ah was tryin' hard not to appear to be in too much of a hurry as we left de
club but my insides was a-churnin' like dey was tryin' to make butter. It
had rained a bit and a light breeze was stirrin' de bushes an' anticipation
kept us quiet 'til we arrived at his car. He had picked a great parkin'
space next to a tree. Ah was parked closer to de club but his car was
bigger -- ever'thing 'bout him was bigger'n me -- an' Ah wondered if he'd
bought it 'cos the size was mo' favourable fer better fuckin' space. De
glow from a nearby street lamp cast flickerin' shadows of de tree's leaves
over de car, creatin' a romantic settin' in de otherwise shambolic parkin'
lot.

Ah slid on to de back seat and lay on my back. Jermain got in on top of me,
closed and locked de door behin' him an' opened de windows a touch to let
de soft breeze come in. De thought Ah had had of someone comin' along an'
lookin' in and seein' what we was doin' flew outta dem windows when we
embraced and began kissin' again, tastin' each other, smellin', gropin',
and undoin' de buttons of our shirts. Draggin' his tongue down my chest and
givin' mah nipples a quick nip with his teeth on de way, he unzipped mah
jeans and pulled dem off along wid mah almos' nuffin' t'ong. He looked down
an' saw mah dick fer the firs' time. He gave a little gasp an' muttered
somethin' Ah didn't quite catch an' fer a brief moment Ah felt more nekked
dan Ah ever remembered bein' befo'. Dat feelin', tho', dispersed when he
swallowed me. Diggin' his fingers into mah ass, he forced me to jam my cock
deeper into his maw, makin' him gag and me to pump harder. Oh, man, he took
me so good! Lookin' down at him suckin' on mah sugar-stick made me wild an'
in almos' no time at all Ah was close to cummin', so Ah pulled mahsel' out
of dat horny mouth.

"Oh, babe," Ah begged, "let me suck yo. . . let me suck yo' cock."

Jermain dropped his pants and as Ah had suspected he was not wearin' any
underwear. Now it was mah turn to gasp. Seein' his nekked body made me
groggy with delight. He was enormous an' as hard as steel. Ah looked into
his eyes an' he looked into mine. He knew what Ah wanted. As he positioned
de head of his monster in front of mah lips, Ah closed mah eyes and he
filled me with hot, throbbin' cock. Ah wanted it so bad dat mah froat had
opened of its own accord to let him in.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he hissed, "suck it, baby. . . suck me wid yo' fuckin'
mouth. . . suck me wid dat hot mouth yo' got dere."

Suddenly he pulled out and used dat weapon to slap me aroun' a little
across de face. Spit from mah suckin' and drool oozin' from his piss slit
smeared my face before he shoved it back in. Dis time Ah gagged, which only
served to egg him on to greater efforts and he began pumpin' like a crazy
man. Mah jaws were achin' wid de pleasure he was givin' me.

"Tek it, Byron," he growled, "tek dat biiig cock. . . suck it. . . suck me
off." Ah drove two fingers in to his asshole, twistin' dem roughly aroun',
penetratin' as far up his ass as was possible.

"Goddamn! Goddamn!" he yelled, wrigglin' like a worm on a fishin'
line. "Stick dem fingers in me. . . oh, deeper babe. . . deeper!" He almos'
caught me out wid his next swift move. Somewhere along de line he had
kicked his pants right off: he spun aroun' an' in one swoop he impaled his
perfec' ass right down on mah hard, pulsatin' black prick. "Oh, shit,
baby," he screamed, "oh, yeah. . . dat's it bo', yo've hit de
spot. . . Byron, dat's it! Go on, baby, fuck dat ass . . . fuck me in de
ass an' fuck me hard!"

Ah lifted his ass off me so as Ah could watch his tight hole open an'
close. Dis bitch was horny an' needin' to be well an' truly fucked as hard
as Ah could go, no doubt about it. Wid his ass quiverin' in de air, Jermain
demanded, "Put it back in me, put that fucker back in an' FUCK ME, Byron!"
Ah jes' loved how his mouth was hangin' open like a fly trap from de
ecstasy of mah cock fuckin' his insides. After twenty minutes or so of
ball-bustin' ass poundin' Ah pulled out again. Ah had to ease down as Ah
could feel mah cum was close to boilin' over in mah balls an' dey felt
ready to bust any minute.

"Oh, shit, stick it back in me an' fuck me some mo'!" he pleaded.

Instead, Ah grabbed hold of his ass, spread it wide and jammed mah tongue
inside. He banged his head against de roof of de car from de force of his
jerkin' an' twitchin'. Overcome wid lust, he threw mah legs apart an'
sucked on de cockhead while Ah was transfixed watchin' him. His muscles
tensed, his face contorted den he spoke in a low, scary voice.

"Do it, Byron, shoot dat fucker -- shoot it in mah face!"

"Jeez, Ah'm a-cummin', Jer. . ." Ah started to say, but was struck dumb as
Ah shot mah wad. Sperm spattered on to de seats, de windows and Jermain. He
twisted aroun' an' grabbed hold of mah cock an' sucked on de head while Ah
was still shootin'. I almos' kicked in a window from mah reflex. He was
pumpin' himself an' Ah was transfixed watchin' him. His muscles tensed, his
face contorted then he spoke in his low, scary voice once more.

"Here it comes, babe, here it comes. Byron, eat it!"

He emptied his nuts an' jizz flew ever'where. Ah opened my mouth an' he
rammed his spurtin cock in deep. Ah felt as if Ah was gonna pass out from
its heat or drown in its river of spunk. He collapsed on top of me at the
end and we held on to each other until de shakin' stopped an' de breathin'
returned to nearly normal. The strong, sharp tang of spilt sperm and sex
filled de air in dat car an' no one could have seen inside if dey'd wanted
to, through de steam misted windows.

"Mmm. . . dat was good," Jermain said with no emotion.

"Yo' got a great ass," Ah replied.

"Ah bin waitin' to feel yo' big black dick inside me ever since Ah caught
yo' havin' a sly look at de bulge in my jeans," he 'fessed up. We giggled
like a coupla teenage girlies. Our eyes were full of new questions. After
we cleaned up we returned to de carnival in de club, havin' agreed we'd not
see each other ag'in fer de remainder of de weekend.

On Monday, he was runnin' late but Ah watched him make a dash from de staff
car park. Suddenly, anxiety washed over me. When he came in, he headed
straight fer de staff lockers to get his jacket an' did not look at me. Ah
thought, "Well, we're not gonna be buddy-buddy after all, jest co-workers
wid a secret."  Den he looked over in my direction, flashed that beautiful
smile of his an' gave me the 'thumbs up' sign.

"Call me!" he shouted.

Watchin' him, Ah began wonderin' if maybe he'd be interested in a
flat-share over at mah place. Yeah, dis man is kinda growin' on me.

Laurie Page, October 2016