Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 18:50:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: The Biggest Ever...

The Biggest Ever

An erotic tale based on the true experience of a
bisexual married man

By Billy Jay Dee

Andrew is 50. I couldn't guess his age at first
because his ebony head is closely shaved. But his
sparse curly chest hairs and pubs, sprinkled with
gray, gave it away. He had a thin body and was about
my height, 6'1".

I'd given up waiting on him at a downtown bar after
work. Then, we ran into one another on the street.

"Don't give up on me Bill. I'm a good guy," he
admonished with a grin.

As we wandered back in and found a seat, a friend of
his joined us. I wasn't sure if they were thinking
three-way or this was a straight friend that had just
wandered by.

Kevin was as tall as us and white like me. He was
beefy and handsome, sincere and sweet, but his
conversation was limited to every barroom cliché and
pick-up line ever used. He wasn't the sort of person
you'd discuss existentialism with. You could discuss
such things with the well-traveled Andrew and much
more. Andrew had only recently met his fisherman buddy
Kevin.

It ended up Kevin was bi-sexual, but that hadn't been
clear to Andrew until the evening before.

"Andrew really likes you. You'll have a good time,"
Kevin told me, confidentially.

After a few beers Andrew and I went to his apartment
to walk his dog. Once back inside we found ourselves
in one another's arms kissing madly. My fingers felt a
stiff cock running crossways in his undershorts. My
blue eyes spoke volumes as they glanced between his
crotch and his brown eyes.

He smiled between the pecking of our lips and pulled
off his tee shirt. I pulled at his belt until his
slacks fell to the floor. There was something
different about his "whitey tighties". They looked
more like a sling than shorts. He had a 10x3 inch
black python that curved sharply back to his left.

We couldn't get it in. He lubed one finger and worked
it up my ass, two fingers, three fingers, but still no
luck. We wore Andrew out with foreplay and I ended up
straddling his flat belly while finger fucking his
black ass and jerking myself off. The pearly white
drops of my ejaculate stood out sharply against the
dark background of his groin and thighs.

Then it was off to dinner.

After dinner, we returned to Andrew's apartment. It's
barren even for a bachelor's pad. He and his dog are
only here for the summer. He gets us beers and we sit
together on the couch. At some point in the
conversation, he takes off his shirt. I absently think
he's hot. Shortly thereafter he stands to take off his
slacks and I know he's not wearing shorts. Naked, he
sits next to me.

The conversation turns to the history of the minor
scrapes and scars on his body, which obliges me to
remove my pants so we can observe the nasty purple
boo-boo on my left knee. So there we are sitting arm
and arm, naked. His literally black arm laying across
my Alaskan white body reminded me of my own tanned arm
lying across my wife's ivory thighs or the well-tanned
studs in porno flicks putting it to milky-skinned
honeys.

I thought it boded well for the roles we intended to
play. My limp white six incher also made a nice sharp
contrast to his prodigious chocolate love log.

I couldn't resist any longer and bent my head to his
lap as I raised that rubbery mass of man meat to my
lips. I glanced up to see him smiling.

"Hold on a minute," he said after no appreciable
change in his erection.

Considering his age, the difficulty we'd had before
dinner and the lack of response to my half dozen licks
on his giant Tootsie Roll, I figured he was taking
some Viagra. He returned too quickly for that with two
large pillows, a bag of goodies and a cock ring. He
squatted on the couch beside me after plopping the
pillows on his end of the couch. While telling a funny
story about his first cock ring (too small and the
queen behind the counter could have "told you that in
the first place") he lugged his enormous cock through
the ring, then snapped the straps around both his
virtually hairless balls. It prettied up his package
nicely.

I went back to sucking his cock. It so quickly got
hard that I was suddenly unable to get my mouth around
it and had to settle for the pleasure of sucking the
head only. He struggled into a condom and threw
himself back on the pillows.

"What did you say about straddling this thing and
sliding down?"

I squatted over him with my left knee on the couch and
right foot on the floor. I reached down with my right
hand and wrestled around with his big dick, but it was
like trying to get a rope thru the eye of a needle.

"Let's try something else," he suggested, lifting me
off as he got to his feet. "Lean over the pillows."

Andrew stood behind me, stretched my ass checks apart
with the palms of his hands, placed the swollen head
of the beast against my hole, and then started a slow
full-scale invasion of my rectum.

It was mind-boggling. Every muscle in my body tensed
up, but he kept on with the slow steady push. I arched
my back in hopes of some relief but that just allowed
his rod to swell more within me and penetrate more
easily. I couldn't believe all ten inches could get in
until I felt the leather harness of his cock ring rub
my white ass. He started pulling out, and out, and
out. Then the next irresistible invasion began.
Usually, it only takes a top man popping me half a
dozen times and I'm in Heaven. Honestly, with Andrew
it was two dozen slow strokes before I could encourage
him.

"You sure?"

When I assured him, he reached for the remote on the
coffee table next to us. Still fucking my upturned
ass, he surfed thru the CD player till he found some
"dance" music and started fucking me to the beat. I
couldn't believe it. I had to put my right hand on the
floor to brace us. Every muscle in my body tensed up
again. Without losing the beat he reached for more
lotion and began dripping it on his cock when it slid
out. Lots of the white globs fell on my ass and in the
small of my back.

"How about a massage?"

While he was ramming my ass to the beat of a fast song
he could also grind the tension out of my muscular
shoulders. I had warned him repeatedly that I wouldn't
be able to take much before having to use the
bathroom, but he'd stayed in the saddle banging me
through several songs, before it started to get messy
down there.

After we cleaned up, I met him in the living room
again. His mammoth black mass of lovemeat was still
hard.

"What position this time?" I asked

"Let's just get it in first, then worry about that."

I held the tip of the condom on the head of his heavy
cock as he struggled to unroll it down a veiny black
shaft the thickness of my wrist.

"Bend over, Bill."

Without much effort or pain he was back in me. He
pulled my ass down to meet his upward thrust and
getting a little extra depth by pushing off with his
tippy toes. He ended up banging me, long and hard and
thick again. This time, we were standing in the middle
of the living room. With nothing to brace us against,
I had to "assume the position" as my father used to
say. But, as I stood there my white trembling ass in
the air, holding my ankles, the 2x4 wasn't landing
across my butt, but driving in and out of it.

More exhausted than sated, we ended up in Andrew's bed
before another round.

"I like you," Andrew whispered. "I hope we can get
together again, next time you are in town."

I think so!