From: ManLuver8@aol.com Date: 27 Dec 1996 23:39:47 -0000 This story is for adults (you know who you are) who like to read about gay love and sex. Best Fag By Man Loving It's Friday, and I'm horny, sitting in front of a computer screen, and my breathing deep and labored. My pulse is quick, and I'm hot. I've been surfing the web downloading hot man-sex pictures at the corporate library. I'm 32, 5'7" and weigh 150 pounds. I'm single, don't cruise for sex and am basically romantically and sexually frustrated. What else am I supposed to do? My cock is so hard in my jeans, it feels like it'll break off any moment if I don't rearrange it in my pants. I wait a bit for my hard cock to deflate or else everyone's gonna notice it poking at the cloth of pants. People would think, there goes another black boy/man with sex on his mind, a sex maniac -- can't trust them. The sight wouldn't be all embarrassing if another horny queer saw it as I walked through the stacks. Hell, his mouth would be watering and he'd be all hot-n-bothered wishing he could take care of me. Anyway, I get the print-out of that hot story I chose from the Nifty Archive, and I'm ready to go. "I better take a leak before I go" I think to myself. As I approach the john, I bump into a big guy "Lex". He's 5'9" tall, about 40 whom I've seen him around the corporation. Lex has brown eyes and brown curly hair that's cut even all over so that none of it hangs at any length at all. He doesn't work in my division but somehow I've learned who he is. He knows of I too, but I don't know it yet. All he knows is that I work there, and there's really not much else about me he's ever been interested in. He's probably one of those straight boys who's so irresistibly handsome and masculine, but so fucking uptight about being "more MAN thou". I think, "I better use the stall, cause he's gonna go for the furthest urinal like I'm some kind of creep. Like I need him and he doesn't want me. I hate that." So I head for the last stall. There are three besides the handicapped accessible one -- they face each other on opposite walls. I go into the last one that faces the handicapped stall. Surprisingly, this guy goes into the one right next to miners. "Now, I gotta sit down for a bit cause I don't want him to think I'm so fucked up that I don't like pissing at urinals." We both have pissed out and just sit there. I've done it with guys in t-rooms before, but I don't know about this. He's good-looking and probably has a huge dick but we're at work. This could be a problem if I judge him incorrectly. Would Human Resource find out? What would happen? "Hey buddy." comes his husky voice. I'm silent. "Yo man." Still no response from me. I get up, pull my pants up and get ready to run the hell out of there. Entrapment is not what I need, and definitely not from a fucker as big as this dude! I open my door and ready myself to dark for the door as fast as I can. But just as I turn to run, Lex's stall door swings open and he snatches me off balance. Just that moments hesitation is all he needs to get his arm around my neck and pull me into his stall. "Listen black fag, I know what you want. You want me, don't you?" I'm surprised at what's happened that it takes me a second to realize that his pants are still down to his knees, his shirt is open and a thick veined cock is jutting out from his crotch as he's standing there in front of me. His cock looks angry like it's gonna slit if it gets any fatter. It's just the kind of penis I dream about sucking, the kind that doesn't leak much pre-cum but shoots a gallon at orgasm. I've hesitated long enough for him to gain control of the situation and he knows I'm not gonna do anything crazy, or anything at all for that matter unless he directs me. He smiles and looks me in the eyes, and lifts my chin with his huge powerful hand. "I've seen you around man and I can't count the times I've cum at home, thinking about doing you." He leans over and kisses my nose. I do nothing but stand there, so he kisses my eyebrows and locks the latch of his stall door at the same time. "Shit, what if someone comes in?" I urge in fear. Someone's gotta think sensibly with their mind cause our bodies sure as hell can't think, as hungry as they are for each other. His pants fall to the floor, and he crushes me to his body, his hard pole poking between my clothed legs. Like in slow motion, he leans his white face into mine and totally swallows my brown lips. He forces his tongue into my throat and there's nothing I can do but let it happen, to let this man have me and hope that he'll treat me right. I'm surprised thus far not only that he's so turned on to me, but that I'm as turned on to him. I never thought I'd be attracted to an older white guy like this. I try pushing away from him but his arms are too strong. Finally, after I've caressed his tongue with my own and surrendered my body to his grip, he stops the kiss but holds me tight in his arms. This is wild, we're in a fucking bathroom where we work and could get busted. It's bad enough that we're in the same stall, but his pants and underwear are at his ankles and he's sporting a very mean looking penis. He laughs, and I look at him incredulously, "I've wanted to do that since, well, since forever!" "You follow me," he says looking directly into my eyes, conveying a message that says "you're in deep shit if you don't". So there I am following this man out of the john, through the library and out into the parking lot. I can't focus on thoughts of running if I'd been paid to. All I can think about is where are we going and why does he want to do anything with me? I'm black, I'm smaller than him, and he's definitely taken control of the situation and of me. Normally I'm either equal or the dominant partner -- but here, Lex has dominated me and awaken a strange call in me to submit. His building isn't too far, and before long I'm in his office and he's locking the door. "Strip, bitch" he says to me. I look at him like he's gone crazy. "Oh good, here we go, a white man disrespecting me." I think to myself. I begin to protest "Wait a fuckin' minute, I'm no bitch and I....!" Impatiently he cuts in, "Listen 'Mr. Black and In Charge', 'Mr. Black Top', this is what I need from you. I need you naked and laying on the floor so I can lick your pretty brown body from your neck to your booty. This is for you and me. I've never done it with a man before, I ain't gonna suck that cock. I don't want to hurt you with my cock, so the next best thing is to do what I normally like to do." Now I know what the transaction is. What I get out of this is, I get off. The drawback is that I must submit to him. But the added benefit is that he will not try to poke me in the ass with his battering ram. For him, he will get off for the first time with another man, a real man, doing something more than just jacking off, and he maintains control. With this understanding, we both look at each other in a face-off until I smile and start unlacing my shoes. Lex is all smiles, like a kid in a candy store and my cock is getting rock hard with the thought of being naked in this till now, straight white guy's office. I wonder how many of his white friends would be mortified to know he 'lowered' himself to fuck with me, a man, and 'stooping' even lower to fuck with a black man. Once I'm totally naked, I lay down and wait. He's standing there pumping his thick meat. "No real straight guy's cock gets excited like that about man-2-man sex, little Lex," I say tauntingly. "And I take it that you know these things first hand, you queer?" he retorts. He pulls off his underwear, the last of his clothes that are now in a pile by the door. "I don't care what we are, get your mouth on my cock." He's standing there above me, with his back to my face. From this angle he really looks like a tower, two towers. The larger one vertical and the smaller horizontal. He lowers himself and I open my mouth. I think to myself, "I can handle this. If this white dude wants to put his dick in my mouth, that's fine by me." "Yea, suck that cock man!" he whispers huskily to me. "Aw, fuck that looks so good! Shit, my whole white cock is in your brown mouth man!" I suck and suck, knowing that his cock is wrapped in hot saliva and milking oral sensations. This is what it feels like when a pro cock-sucker does his thing. I'm so good that he gets to the cliff faster than anticipated. "Whoa, you're too good man! I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." I stop, not wanting it to end so soon. "Might I ask if you're gonna repay the favor?" I ask him, forgetting what he said earlier. "Yea, you can ask, but I'm not gonna do it. That was good, I'll see I'll see you later. Get up and get dressed." I look at him like he's the shit of the earth, like I wish I could wring his neck. But after a second, he bursts out laughing. "Don't look so dejected 'Mr. Macho'. If you get up on my desk, I'll show you a real good time." I smile but say, "Listen, stop the playing around. If you want to get off, let's do that and get this over with." This lack of control is not what I'm used to and it is beginning to show again. I do get up and sit on his desk. He wraps his hand around my throbbing penis and pumps it a few times. "That's the first time I've ever touched another guys hard cock. Get up on your knees and turn around." This dude is going for my ass. "Man, I ain't into fuckin', what you gonna do?" I ask. His reply is, "I told you, I have to do what's most natural for me or I might never try it with a guy again." Up and around I go, in position and before I can get locked in a comfortable position, I feel warm breath in my ass crack. This is a freaky feeling. This is another place where I have total control but I can't stop that air from hitting me between the cheeks. The sight is spectacular. Firm brown globes with a sprinkling of soft, silky black hairs line each side of my ass hole from just below my balls to my upper crack. "Shit, whoever the fuck made ass this beautiful committed a crime. This kind of shit makes me want to be queer." I'm surprised at his raunchy confessions but even more surprised as my ass hole is licked by his tongue. I imagine what this looks like if I were out of body. There before me is a black man, naked in an office, kneeling on a desk and a hunky white man is crouched down behind him and his face is partially hidden from sight because it's between the black man's cheeks. This scene it too exciting, and it causes me to wiggle my butt. SLAP! "Yea, I'm in my office licking your butt, your sweet brown sugary ass. Turn so I can get on the desk with you," Lex directs after he slurps and munches a bit. "Lex is a crazed ass-eater." I whisper as I squat over his mouth. He growls and chews my anal lips till they almost hurt. Lex is possessed, lusting for my male butt-hole. I feel like a woman does over her man and it strange. "It's okay Shy, you can feel like this if you want." I think to myself. Slowly my mind accepts the permission I've given it to let go and enjoy the feelings. Lex pulls his mouth off my hole and says in his manly voice, "Right now you should know what those broads feel like while I'm eating them? Tell me, what does it feel like, I don't believe them when I ask cause they're women, they're wired to like it. You tell me, we're men. I'll believe you - just tell me the truth." "Put your mouth back on my pussy. That's what it feels like Lex. It feels like I have a pussy and you are sucking the hell out of it." Slap! He thwacks my buns again. "Sweet bitch, man! I love that idea!" That last sentence is kind of muffled cause it's spoken with half his tongue inside my rectum! This dude is going ape wild. I worry if he's going too far for what he can handle, being formerly straight and all. But then I think, "this is a grown man, he knows what he wants and we wouldn't be here if he didn't really want this." Lex's hands are on my thighs trying to pull my kneeling form more onto his mouth. I reach down and play with his lonely dick. "Is Lex eating his black boy-girl's ass? Has Lex found the macho black dude who'll be his secret pussy-boy?" I ask him these things all the while sitting full on his mouth. I'm going mind-fucking crazy and just can't get enough. "Eat cunt, you fucker!" This is a strange kind of aggression that I've not experienced before. SLAP! We both are facing off with each other, or at least with my ass and his face. Who will submit? Will he eat, tongue and suck my ass hole into submission. He's already convinced that he must eat my dark butt and tangy hole again this week as soon as possible and maybe this weekend if I'll come over to his house. He just can't get enough, of the taste of my hole. "Are you queer yet Lex? Do you know your place in life is to eat male pussy?" I know that I'm feeling very queer, like I need this kind of sex for the rest of my life. This is what I've been missing by rejecting my natural desires. No more will I continue posing as straight. I have a right to be myself, I now want to become a real manly queer just as much as I tried to be straight. I turn my thoughts to Lex to share my newly accepted feelings. Maybe he's like me. Who knows? "Please Lex, go queer for me man. Don't let me be the only one in this trip who let's go of his macho hang-ups." Having my ass eaten has awakened imaginations of the forbidden. Black guys never let white guys fuck them. They have to be tough, more macho than white dudes, make white men feel uncomfortable, guilty for their privileged place in life. Black men have to make white men feel like they are a threat to their white advantage. But here I am, a black man. What threat am I? I'm naked in this man's office and on his desk. He's naked underneath me as he totally makes oral love to my butt. "God, your ass tastes so fuckin' good Shy!" Lex pants. "I could eat you out all night. I know what you want me to be, you want me to be a fag like you, but I can't. I don't know, I'm confused dude. Let's just get off with me enjoying your butt." Lex continues to slurp and sniff at my anus. He runs his hands up and down my glistening back and over my meaty chocolate melons. "Mmm, good cunt back here baby," Lex says as he comes up for air. He pokes his index finger in me and pulls it out just as I start to clamp down on it. He's put so much spit back there that I'm thoroughly lubed. "Are you trying to fuck me?" I ask while looking over my shoulder. If I jack him off I'll avoid getting fucked, but why do I still protest? I love what he's doing on me right now, and hell, it's queer! "I know you're trying to make me cum, but I'm not coming till you do," Lex says. That's another thing I learned with the female bitches, never cum before she does -- but if you do, eat her cunt right into paradise so she feels good. Now if you make me cum, like the good man-woman you are Shy, then you've got to let me totally suck the hell out or your anal canal. That's the way I do it with girls. "Shit, I'm gonna cum Lex if you keep this up!" Lex is now holding your cheeks apart and ramming his tongue through your sphincter. "Yea, my male-bitch? Surrender your hole to me man, this is the only way I can be queer with you. Wink that brown butt-mouth at me baby. Show me I'm a real man and that you need me back there. Tell me that I'm your white man, Shy. Tell me you'll stay proud of being a masculine queer. Tell me you'll be proud of me, as your white man who loves your black ass. Tell me Shy! Please! Lex says, drunk with fuck-lust. He thinks to himself, "shit what the hell am I doing? how have I gotten this far into queer sex? Am I sick? I don't feel sick. Can I really be a total man and totally crave another man? Guess now is the time to see here I go, Lex the fag." Lex knocks my knees further apart so that my dick is now pressed into his stomach and my buns are spread obscenely. "Shy?" he calls to me. I've got his cock down my throat again and it takes me a second to get unhooked. "Yea Lex?" He wraps his arms around my lower back and completely buries his tongue into my rectum. "Oh god Shy, I can't believe how I'm rimming you man -- me, the woman's man! He's doing more fingering than sucking now and I'm sure my pucker looks as puffy and beautiful as those guys in porn flicks. Yea, he's making a real gash back there with his thick fingers. I stick my ass out, so he has total access. "Yea girl, make me a queer for you. Let me take it, let me love that woman hole on your male body." We both look into each other's eyes, one man into another's. This is the safest we've ever felt. I can't remember when I didn't feel the need to be macho to be in control, to feel and be treated like a real man. Yet here I'm with a man, and he views me as all-man. Even when he thinks of me as his girl, I'm his male-girl. I turn around and look into his face. We're both breathing heavy and I lay back down Flat on him except for my legs straddling him and drawn up along his sides. "Kiss your boy-girl then." I whisper my challenge him. "Gladly baby," he says back to me "but my mouth probably taste like your ass." "I don't care," I return. I lean forward and take the kiss from him, tasting my ass and all. "In private, I'll be your woman, if you'll be my man Lex. You gotta keep it a secret." He looks at me for a moment, taking in the significance of my words. This is a commitment to be buddies, one we'll probably have to revisit every day. I'll feel like dirt if I bottom out for him and he just uses you -- I've let him realize this. However we work out our public lives, which will probably just appear to be a buddy-friendship, we're gonna likely be more like girlfriend and boyfriend in private. Lex knows what he's getting into, but says with confidence "Shy, I'm your man, if you're mine." We both smile and kiss a long deep tongue kiss. I still lay on top of him fully from crotch to chest, my spread legs drawn up along his sides. He hugs me to him with one white hand on my black ass crack and the other on the back of my head. His thick dong standing up and throbbing under my balls. This is male love, the way it should be but Lex breaks the moment. "With that out the way, get that sweet whore nooky back here on my mouth so I can get it ready for our first weekend. I'm gonna be the best fag you've ever had!" Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 00:39:20 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Best Fag Part 2 Best Fag (Part 2) By Man Loving It was 10:30pm on Saturday night when Shy heard the phone ring. He was watching a nature show on the Nature Channel. It had been over a week since he and Lex had their encounter. He hadn't seen or hear from the guy since. It had been Lex who suggested that they get together this very weekend, but he hadn't called. Shy wasn't sure if he would want to meet up with him now anyway. If Lex was really interested, it seemed that Lex's interest lasted as far as what convenienced his schedule. "Ah, it was just a one time fling," Shy had thought. "He's not going to call, and he has my number. Why did I give him my phone number? He probably just like all the others, doesn't want black guy after all." Shy seemed to attract this type of white guy - the ones who are curious about sex with a black man, but once they explore, they submit to the social bindings and expectations of the majority white culture. Such things were to be expected by now, or so Shy thought, but he was always hurt. "I don't let my culture pressure me to not be with a white guy, why can't they do the same? It was an unanswerable question, at least until he met the guy who could answer it. The phone rang a second time, and Shy lifted the headset off of the hook. "Hello?" "Ah, hi. Is Shy there?" came the manly voice from the other end of the line. "Yes, this is he." answered Shy. "Oh, Shy? This is Lex. I don't know if you remember me…." "Like how in the hell am I not supposed to remember you!" Shy thought to himself. What had he done with guy just days before, and he was supposed to have forgotten? It had been an intense trip of the mind and body that Lex had led him on. "Yea, sure. I remember you. What's up?" Shy asked trying to sound as casual as he could. He still didn't know what to make of Lex, a good-looking professional white man interested in a younger black brother like him. He'd play it safe and let Lex lead the way - to whatever it was he was interested in. "Hey, I'm real sorry man. I would have called earlier but something came up" was Lex's reasoning. "Oh, and what might that have been?" replied Shy. He really wanted to say, "Well you can just keep on being caught up in whatever came up in your schedule. I don't need this shit." Shy hated having expectations, hoping that something good would work out with a guy, but never could bring himself to handle those "no strings attached" kind of flings. He'd tried them, that's for sure, but they just didn't work for him. He and the other guy would get their rocks off, and that was that. He'd probably never see the guy again - and it all seemed so empty. It didn't make sense to him. True, he wasn't ready to be "married" to a guy like some people are. But he thought that there had to be more kinds of strings than "chains" or facemasks where the other guy felt trapped and suffocated. In fact that was a situation he thought might work for him - perhaps just a good friend respectful friendship where he and the other guy took care of each other's sexual needs. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to get together? If so, I could tell you about it." "That can work. What times are good for you?" Shy didn't want to get his hopes up, or to seem as though he was really in need of Lex. He'd just as soon scratch out the whole experience than to be played like the fool. And again, for all Shy knew, Lex could have been married - a married white man sneaking around and trying to have a little chocolate boy-fun on the side. "What are you doing tonight?" There was a short pause. Then Lex continued, "I know it's short notice and you might already have things planned…" he seemed to say almost apologetically. "Well I didn't really have plans set just hanging around here and possibly going out with some friends later." Shy lied. He had no plans at all, and was more than likely going to spend the night alone. "Do you mind us getting together then?" Lex asked? Shy tried to imagine this strong and beautiful white man on the other end of the telephone trying to ask him out for a date. It excited Shy in a strange way. "What do you have in mind?" Shy asked. Lex's explanation stumbled along, "I don't know… just, maybe… I don't know, just… I just wanted to see you again, you know?" Shy felt like he and Lex were school kids who had a crush on each other. If so, why did Lex wait so long to call him? He'd wanted to be with Lex all the rest of that week and through the weekend. He could almost smell Lex's cologne, and feel his strong muscles covered with ivory skin. Shy loved the contrast of his dark skin and Lex's light skin. He wanted to see Lex again, but didn't want to invite him over to his house. "Yea, I know. I was hoping to see you again too." He could give that much away since Lex too had said that he had wanted to see Shy. He was playing it safe, but he didn't want to be a heel about it either. "You hungry?" Lex asked. "No, actually I've already eaten dinner." Shy responded. "Well, you want to get a drink or something?" Lex returned. "Sure, that's fine. Where did you have in mind?" Shy inquired. Lex rattled off a couple of names of places he knew, some of them Shy didn't know of. They agreed upon a place and decided to meet in an hour. Shy got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. He had to catch the bus as the place was not quite in walking distance, especially that it was raining pretty heavily outside. Shy stepped off the bus and walked down 9th Avenue between the tall buildings of downtown. The bristol was on the corner. He looked around but didn't see Lex. He waited a few seconds at the door before he was seated. About five minutes later, he noticed Lex coming out of a hallway that must have led to the restrooms. Lex saw him after looking around a second and came over to his table. "Hey, buddy!" Lex greeted warmly, giving Shy a strong handshake. "Hey, man." Shy said, a bit more subdued. He just naturally took second seat to Lex in the aggression department. He was shorter, smaller and younger and Lex just seemed like an older, bigger brother even though they were of different races. And that was exciting to both Shy and Lex. Lex had wondered what had gotten into him that he had even approached Shy the way he did that previous week. He had gone silent and not called him because he was afraid. He realized now that there were things one might do and say in the heat of passion that come back to haunt, once one has satisfied their desires. Yes he was afraid, of the racial divide between them. He was concerned about what others might think in public if he and shy were together and there were no girls around. But even worse, he felt ashamed for being afraid of those things. What, you're not man enough to handle it Lex? That jock façade is just that. You're just fucking scared pansy. He thought to himself. No Lex, you're not even a pansy, you're a coward. He repeatedly beat himself over the head with his fears and then his disgust of his own fears. Fortunately, it was the big brother feeling in him that eventually led him to get over it. Sure, he was lonely as well. Living single just didn't have the spark of excitement and freedom for him as it once had. It was his desire for Shy - even if discrete - that led him to call just an hour ago. He looked across as the younger black male. Shy's dark chestnut colored eyes glowed in the indirect light. They seemed to be filled with a sea of swirling chocolate surrounded by ivory shores. Lex's own green eyes made Shy's heart beat faster - they were so beautiful. Shy then Lex broke out in to childish grins. "What? What are you laughing at?" asked Lex, almost in a whisper, but still smiling broadly. "You." answered Shy. "What? What did I do?" asked Lex. It was unspoken, but they were now in a game with each other. It was their secret, they were in public enjoying each other's company just like sweethearts. This fact turned them both on even more. They enjoyed this time together, it was romantic and it was right. Both Shy and Lex breathed in the aromas of coffee, tea, and sandwiches. They knew that straight couples and heterosexual families were there enjoying themselves. And they knew too that they, interracially connected gay men, were there enjoying themselves together - just as "right" for being as anyone else. They ordered hot drinks and some desert. After some beating around the bush and testing the waters, Lex emptied his heart out to Shy, he just knew that he could. If was a relief to share his fear with Shy, and receive strength from his little black 'brother'. It made him want to take his little 'brother' back to his condo and screw the living daylights out of him. That is, after stripping him naked and kissing his smaller body from head to toe. Lex's giant stick began to throb in anticipation. He knew that pre-cum was working its way up his ivory shaft and out of the swollen head. Oh how he longed to have it inside of Shy's brown body. He could just feel it. Lex shook his head to return to reality. Shy was saying something, that he'd missed most of. "I'm sorry, man. What were you saying?" he asked. "You missed it dude." Said Shy with a sly grin on his face. "What were you thinking about?" Lex blushed, and said "Are you sure you want to know?" "Sure." said Shy To which, Lex burst out laughing. He almost just came out with what he had been thinking. Sure, he had gotten into Shy's butt on their little adventure inside his office, but he didn't know for sure if Shy was agreeable to the full effect of what he desired. Again, there was the belief that black guys never want to be fucked. And on the rare chance that they did reluctantly let someone do it, it was another black guy who got that privilege and hardly ever a white guy. Lex couldn't remember where he got that idea from, maybe they were just cultural myths and perceptions - unspoken as they were. "No, I don't think you want to know." Lex said, still chuckling over his thoughts. When they were finished eating, they paid the check and headed out into the rain. Lex hadn't brought an umbrella, but Shy had a large golf-umbrella. The both of them fit under it quite nicely. Nearby was a downtown park and Shy suggested that they walk to it. It was slightly darker there than the busy sidewalks and streets so they didn't go in too far. They talked and looked at a few sculptures in the poor lighting before heading to the street again. "Lex, I'm glad you told me the truth, man." Shy said. "I really was pretty pissed at you earlier this evening for not having called me by then." "I'm sorry, man." said Lex. He really did feel sorry for almost running away from Shy. "Let's go babe. I can drive you home, okay?" "Sure." said Shy, somewhat disappointed. Had he wanted to go to Lex's place? He was hesitant at letting Lex know where he lived, but why? Would they only meet in public places and avoid bringing each other to their own home? How was that for intimacy, or even trusting a friend? Lex pulled up in front of the apartment building. "Well here it is. Thanks for the drink and desert," said Shy. "No problem," answered Lex. "Well, I'll see you at work or something?" asked Shy. "Sure, you know where my office is, and I can find yours," replied Lex. "Okay, good night." "Good night" answered Lex. Shy was about to close the door, then paused for an instant. He didn't know why, but it was just enough time for Lex to ask, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Shy thought, and even though it was true, he was sort of embarrassed to say it. "Lex, this has been a wonderful date. It's freaky man but I don't want to mess it up. I don't want this just to be a sex thing between us." Lex thought for a minute and then replied. If I have sex with you tonight, but am here in the morning, then is it just a sex thing? What if we have sex tonight and we do things together tomorrow? Is that just a sex thing?" "No it isn't," he said, answering his own questions. He really wanted to be with Shy. "Okay, come in, you horny bastard." Shy said with a grin. It was true, Lex was horny, very horny for Shy. Lex parked the car and followed Shy down the sidewalk of the apartment complex to his front door. Lex kept walking close, bumping into Shy's backside. Shy began to laugh, but said nothing. "What?" laughed Lex. Shy laughed even louder, then whispered, "You act like you're a tom-cat that's after a pussy in heat." "What? I can't help it, man!" shot back Lex. Shy let them both into the apartment. "Can I…." He began to say just before turning around and bumping into Lex standing right in front of him. Lex enveloped Shy in his arms and pulled him tight onto his body. Shy looked up into Lex's face and especially the green eyes. Here he was with a white man holding him, giving him so much pleasure. And here Lex was, with a black dude in his arms - something he'd dreamt about for some time and had experienced only once before - and that was with Shy. "Mmmm. You feel so good, baby." Lex said. "I love holding you." Shy reached his arms around Lex and squeezed. He enjoyed having his face rest on Lex's chest and feeling like a little boy in his strong arms. Yes, he was Lex's 'little brother' and he enjoyed it very much. Lex's shaft was hardening between them. Shy's shaft was hard too, but too low between them to be squished between their crotch and belly as Lex's was. Shy squeezed Lex tighter to himself, knowing that he was bringing pleasure the white guy and his cock. Lex bent his left arm up and held the back of Shy's head in the palm of his hand. He then made Shy tilt his head back and kissed Shy's forehead. This was going to be better than the encounter they'd had in his office. He felt it. Tonight, they were going to make love. And they did, after leaving a trail of clothes from the front door all the way to the Shy's bed. Lex told Shy what he wanted to do, that he wanted to fuck Shy. Shy was hesitant at first, but after Lex had smothered him with kisses along his body, and sucked his cock dry, he was willing to do what Lex wanted. He'd also been sucking Lex while getting sucked. His black cock was actually smaller than Lex's white one. How in the hell was he going to take that thing in the ass? They had only played around in Lex's office, this was the real thing. "Let me eat that pussy again," said Lex. "Let me do that thing right, like I did in the office." Lex licked and sucked Shy's chocolate anus till the lips went puffy and began to stretch open. Shy's round brown ass-cakes were in the palms of Lex's white hands. Lex held them apart, feasting like a man gone mad. "Mmm, yea, give me that pussy baby. Come on little brother, big boy needs your male-cunt." This talk made Shy shiver with excitement. His head and chest were resting on the bed and his ass was hiked up high in the air. He wriggled it around, making Lex lose contact with the opening but for a moment. Lex slapped Shy's ass playfully, grunted and again began to chow down. Lex happened to raise up on his haunches for a bit and catch a view of he and Shy in the bedroom mirror. The site was beautiful. Both of them were covered with a sheen of sweat, one body glistening the color of tasty coffee beans, and the other a cool shade of cream. Lex bent over again slowly, now watching himself in the mirror. He saw a white guy naked in bed with a black guy. He saw the black guy bent over at the waist, ass high, and a white man leaning into it with his face. He saw his nose disappear from view, in the cleft of Shy's ass. He saw himself back up, stick his tongue out and then aim it for the ass. He saw Shy wriggle his ass as the tongue made contact with then penetrated the opening. He saw himself reach up and push Shy's back down with his hand as Shy had raised his upper torso in ecstasy. He then deeply tongue-probed Shy's ass and slapped his cheeks again. "Oh please fuck me, Lex" Shy cried. "I got some lube in the bathroom." Lex got off the bed in a flash, his rigid board of a cock leading the way. Yes, his white cock was on hard for this black dude named Shy. He found the KY gel and returned to the bed. Shy was now on his back. He handed Lex a wrapped condom. Lex kind of winced, he'd wanted to do it naturally, truly 'naked' but he didn't want to spoil the mood, the mood of a willing Shy ready to open the gates of paradise for his pleasure. "Thanks babe," he said. Opening it and dressing his large dong. Maybe someday he would enjoy completely naked sex with Shy. "You want it face up or from the back?" Lex asked. "Let's try it face up. If it doesn't work, we'll do something else," answered Shy. Lex lifted Shy's legs and rested the ankles on his shoulders. He then leaned into Shy trying to aim his cock-head with the lips of Shy's anus. They made a few attempts but Lex would miss the target, or Shy would move it. Eventually Lex and Shy were at the right place at the same time and Lex's head poked into the opening. "Augh!" groaned Shy, reaching back to push Lex away. The cock was going in to quickly. Lex felt bad, he'd only put one finger inside of Shy as preparation and should have given the opening more attention to opening Shy's rectum. He wanted to bread his black buddy's ass, but didn't want to hurt him before getting the goods. "Sorry baby, I don't want to hurt you. I'll go slow from now on, okay?" he said. This wasn't a one-time thing. He needed to be careful if Shy was ever going to let Lex dick his "cock-pit" again. He rested on his heels and poked a finger into Shy's hole. In and out it went, and Shy was feeling fine. Lex then moved another finger along side it and slipped it in to Shy. The space was indeed tight. A couple of minutes of two-finger probing and Lex slid the third finger in. Shy was getting loose now. The sight was beautiful - Shy on his back, his knees bent and his feet flat on the bed out at his sides. Lex had open access and Shy was all pussy - a black male with 'male-pussy' for an asshole. "You ready?" Lex asked Shy. "Yea, it's okay now," answered Shy. Lex got them back in position and aimed again. They both held their breath as they experienced connecting like a hot knife sliding into butter. Shy's walls just parted and enveloped Lex as his cock sank deep into hot bowels. Shy's innards expanded and contracted involuntarily on Lex's pipe. It all was almost unbearable for him, the sensations of the insides of another man's body were paradise. Lex cried out in pleasure as he registered that it wasn't just another man who's body surrounded his penis, it was Shy, a willing party in this ritual of male love. It was Shy's chocolate body underneath him. It was Shy's brown legs that were draped over his ivory shoulders. And it was Shy's hands that now reached around him to caress his ass and back, and pull him down to rest on Shy's prone body. It was Shy's lips that now kissed at his neck and whispered in his white ear. "Oh, god. Oh fuck. You're in me! It feels so good! I feel like I need to shit. I'm sorry." Shy said. "Please don't ask me to take it out." Lex pleaded. They tried to be still to see if it was just the sensations in Shy's rectum. Shy insisted on checking in the bathroom. After a slow withdrawal of Lex's cock, Shy sort of waddled over to the restroom. Trying to hold in what he felt was coming out. After sitting on the john and farting a couple of times, he realized that it was just been the sensations in his rectum that made him feel funny, like he was out of control down there. "Sorry Lex," he said upon entering the bedroom again. Lex was on his back, watching Shy approach the bed. He reached out his arms and welcomed Shy back home. "That's okay baby," he said. "I'm still here and I still want you." They lay there together, Shy by Lex's side, their arms around each other - black holding white and white holding black. Shy squeezed Lex and then offered, "You want to try it again big buddy?" He sensed himself think it, then heard himself say it out loud. He was asking a guy to fuck him in the ass. He was totally queer now, but he didn't give a fuck. He was still 'Shy', he was still a young man, just a young man who was fortunate enough to have a bull of an older man, a big brother with a big dick. He'd be his 'brother's' whore, and thank God for his 'brother's' love - to hell with what anyone else thought. "Let me see you ride me," said Lex. Shy got up on his feet, straddled Lex and lowered himself till they both were in line once again. It felt stranger still, to actively lower himself onto Lex's upright shaft, but somehow it just happened. Once he felt the head at the opening, he just made like he was shitting. It must have been instinct or just quick learning from Lex's finger job, and earlier entrance in his ass. "Oh yea, that's it dude. Let me feel the hole slide down my big dick. Mmm, that's good baby. Do it real nasty-like. Yea, lift up and sit back down. Oh yea, do it again. Oh sweet!" Lex cooed. "Spread you legs wide, I want to see you ride me like a whore on a stud," he continued. "Augh, augh! Oh that hurts Lex. Oh, my asshole hurts. Oh..." Shy moaned. "You want to stop?" asked Lex. "No!" Shy quickly replied, as he sank down onto the white man's crotch, the white man's dick deep inside his black male rectum. He bottomed all the way down and ground himself down on Lex's pubic bush. He knew that his body was open and full, many inches deep, with a part of Lex. He was enjoying himself so much that he let out a fart. He was totally embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said. Lex reached up and pulled him down so that they rested on each other, chest to chest (almost). "Oh baby, don't be sorry, that just means that you like me in there. I could feel you open up deeper in there when you did that. It could be my fault for fucking that air up into your guts." It eased Shy's embarrassment. There was no need to be afraid or embarrassed of things that happened while getting fucked. They could just be and enjoy themselves. If they were that afraid or embarrassed about anal sex, then it was better for them to not do it at all. They continued on, Shy riding atop Lex, then Lex behind Shy now on hands, elbows and knees. They did this for some time. Lex couldn't jack off Shy's cock as well in this position as he had when Shy was squatting down onto him. Still, he managed to pump Shy's black cock. "Take it from behind bitch. Yea, you're the bitch I need - a man-bitch," rattled Lex. He was picking up steam and starting to slam into Shy. Shy's chest was to the bed and he was getting close. "Wait!" said Lex. "I want you on your back again. I want to watch you while I fuck the cum out of you. I'm gonna plow you so good that your cock spits, man." Lex rode Shy for another ten minutes, completely long-dicking his tunnel, all the way in and all the way out. He didn't even leave the head inside. He just aimed for the opening again once he had slipped all the way out, and Shy's spasming hole was soon dilated open and leaking gooey juice. "Yea, baby! Hot damn, look at that thing dude!" Lex exclaimed. Of course Shy couldn't see the brown mouth of his own anus, as it remained open once Lex's thick white shaft was pulled out. Lex plowed back inside a few more times. "Come on baby, let me see you come. I want you to shoot that load while I'm fucking you. Come on, you can do it. Do it for me baby, do it for your 'brother'." Lex enticed. Shy began to whimper. The fucking was just going to continue till he got his cock fully hard again and shot a load. At least that's what he thought he had to do. He didn't yet know the workings of the anus, the penis and the prostate. As Lex continued to dive in and out of his guts, the prostate was being continually caressed and teased. Even Shy was surprised when it happened. "Augh, oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he shouted. When he did, Lex threw his head back and shouted as he dropped completely inside of Shy's guts. Thick copious ropes of sperm ejected from his ball, up his shaft and into the rubber blocking his piss hole from Shy's intestines. Millions of whip-tailed critters unable to swim up the pike of the intended destination. Sorry buddies, Lex thought to his sperm as he fell onto Shy. They looked into each others eyes as Lex moved his mouth onto Shy's so they both could suck some serious face. What a night, what a fucking awesome night - if only it could last forever. And it would, sort of, even after the sun rise.