Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 15:28:29 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 1
The usual disclaimers: If you don't like man to man sex, what
are you doing here? Always practice safe sex. And you know why!
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 1--Make It Hard
Dave and I had been going to the same gym for the last several
months. Occasional snippets of conversation between us were the
norm; but one evening, we were the last ones at the club and
started to talk about the usual inane gym conversations that occur.
After that evening workout, we became fast friends. The
topic eventually turned to marital status and sex. He was a
married man and I was a gay man "between relationships." None of
that typical false macho shit between us. We grew to know each
other very well. Just how well is the telling of the tale.
Not long after we got to know each other as workout partners,
Dave mentioned that his wife would be gone for the weekend. I
quickly invited him over for dinner. He accepted. As the weekend
approached, I finished the grocery shopping and cleaned the house
to within an inch of its life.
He arrived at the appointed hour. We ate dinner and as I
cleared the table, the topic again turned to sex and the pleasures
of a good partner.
"I just don't understand what it is that you see in gay sex,"
Dave said.
"Easy answer," I responded. "I've never had a blow-job from
a woman who could do it as well as a man. Nor have I experienced
a woman who was tighter than a stud's ass!"
That made him wonder. He was silent for a few moments. Then
he asked, "But don't you think that a man is either straight or
gay? Like, a straight man can't be turned on by another man and a
gay guy can't get it up for a woman."
"Not so," I replied. "I happen to know of several married
guys who regularly get it on with other guys and some gay men who
have children. You don't get those at the local A & P."
"But those guys have to be bi-sexual. A real straight man
still couldn't get it up for another guy!" Dave was so sure of
himself that I just had to spring the trap.
"OK, let's put it to the test," I challenged him. "Do you
consider yourself to be 'hopelessly straight' to the point that
you'd never get it up for another guy?"
"Of course, I am," he replied.
He took the bait. Now it was just matter of phrasing the bet.
He'd have to meet the challenge to his "manhood."
"Because you're so sure of your position, I'm going to lay a
proposition on you."
Intrigued, Dave was cautious. "OK, but I want to be very sure
of the ground rules of the bet before I agree. Now, what's the bet
and what are the rules?"
"Well, because you're so sure that you're straight and
couldn't get it up for another man, I'm going to prove to you that
you can be turned on by another man. Me!" I paused to see how he
was taking it.
"You gotta be kidding. YOU are going to turn ME on? How in
the world are you going to do it? Turn me into a fairy with your
magic wand?" he jeered.
I ignored him and proceeded to explain how I'd do it.
"Something like that. First, we're going to take a shower
together. Something we've done many times at the gym. Second,
I'll not touch your dick with any part of my body. Third, I'll
have 5 minutes in which to accomplish this 'turn on'. If you have
very sensitive areas that you don't want kissed like the neck, the
lips, etc., say so now. And fourth, your stiff dick will be the
proof that you're turned on by a man. Agreed?"
"You won't touch my dick is right! But you're still sure you
can turn me on without that? This I gotta see." He smiled.
I smiled. "And when should this event occur?" I queried (or
is that queeried?), sensing that now was the time to pounce.
"How about now?" Dave challenged with a sure smirk.
"Fine." I smiled back.
"What do I win when you lose this easy bet?" he taunted.
"How about wine and dinner at the best restaurant in town if
you win; and WHEN (not if) I win, you get the blow-job of your
life!?"
"This is going to be like taking candy from a baby," he said
(and I thought).
We went upstairs to the master bedroom and peeled out of our
clothes. I got the shower water temperature adjusted and we
stepped into the oversized shower stall. My dick was getting hard
just thinking about the possibilities of the evening.
I couldn't help but admire his strong back, bubble ass, and
broad shoulders. He stood an inch taller than me at 6'3", out-weighed
me by 20 pounds at 205, and had a cafe-au-lait skin color.
When he turned around, his pecs were as square as before, thighs
like granite, and a wonderful ebony cock that had to be about 5"
long when it was flaccid: thicker at the root than at the tip, a
foreskin that covered only about half of the head, and the shaft
had a lot of wrinkles in it--growth potential!
The soap was in my hands and on his body before he could say
anything.
"Hey! What is this soaping-the-body routine?"
"Part of the agreed upon rules. I just can't touch your dick,
but other parts are fair game." I knew I was sunk if he started to
make new rules here.
"Yeah. That's what was agreed to," he admitted grudgingly.
"I guess it won't hurt. Do I have to reciprocate in any way?"
"Not unless you want to," I hoped.
"Fat chance."
I managed to get us both clean in all the right places. I
also noticed there was a significant swelling of his obsidian
manhood when I worked the soap into his ass and rubbed my fingers
across his nipples. This was going to be easier than I thought!
I shut off the shower and we both dried ourselves.
"OK, your five minutes starts now." Dave smiled that deadly
smile of his again and his eyes twinkled. He had such a way of
being endearing and challenging all at the same time.
"On to the bed, face down, spread your legs about three feet
apart, hands comfortably near your head," I ordered. There was
that smile again. "Get on the bed, asshole." I shoved him on to
the bed and he complied with my earlier requests.
I started giving him a back rub. Through the shoulders, down
the back, skip the melon buns, and massage the thighs, paying
special attention to the hamstrings. My dick was dangling against
him and I made sure that contact was regular. He didn't seem to
mind, so I ground it in a few times to be sure.
Turning, I straddled his back and faced his ass. What a
sight! It was even better up close, so hard and ebony. I'd be
saving that for later. My fingers rippled through the small of his
back, releasing tension and letting my hardening dick and balls
bounce along his back as I worked his muscles.
His ass was getting a thorough kneading and his whole body was
relaxing. I moved around between his legs now and pushed his ass
cheeks apart. That pink rosebud was winking back at me and I knew
that I had to have some part of that.
I started to kiss the small of his back and worked by tongue
down to the crack of his ass, kissing both cheeks and licking the
insides of both thighs. My tongue worked in decreasingly tight
circles with the quivering hole at the center.
His moaning had become audible. Not pronounced, but there.
I continued to massage his globe-like ass cheeks with my fingers
and zeroed in on his asshole with one thumb. It gently swiped
across the opening. He clamped it shut and I almost lost my thumb.
"Hey!" he protested. "What're you doing?! I don't think I
like the way this is going!"
"There was no protest earlier when we were discussing the
rules of this encounter," I reminded him.
"But, this is hardly fair," he complained.
"Relax," I said. "We both know you're liking this. Enjoy the
sensation. Besides, I won't be doing anything you don't want me
to."
Tenseness washed out of him again as the ass massage resumed.
Again, that melon ass was split with kisses. Fingers started to
rub gently over the puckered hole. Resistance evaporated and I
went in for the kill.
His ass crack was getting the tongue treatment.
"SHIT!" He looked around to see what I was doing. "What the
fuck are you doing?"
"Just abiding by the rules and getting you turned on like I
said I would."
"Damn, that's weird," he added shaking his head. He paused,
and then laid back down again with a shrug of his massive shoul-
ders. I knew I was home free now.
I resumed.
Bingo! My tongue tasted soapy asshole.
He clenched his ass cheeks slightly, but relaxed again. Over
and over my tongue raced across the opening, licking and slurping
pink asshole like a hungry man--hungry for his pulsing, grasping
tongue grabber. I worshipped that hole with my tongue. I jabbed
repeatedly at the orifice with renewed thrusts, waggling my face
deeper to help seat my tongue as far up his love tunnel as I could
go. His hole was opening for me. I thrust in further.
His moaning and wiggling back into my face was giving me more
and more assurance that he was enjoying this more than a "straight"
man should. It was a matter of time now before I reached my
ultimate goal--a long, oral ride on his big dick.
My mouth was still glued to his butt. I turned around and
pulled his body upwards off the bed, just enough to go for his balls.
His perineum was hard as a rock and his balls pulled up tight against
his dick.
He obviously had a hard-on and I was going to collect!
I moved my face low enough to suck in one of his nuts.
Another moan (which could have been from either of us). I pulled
on one of his nuts enough to get my nose back to his asshole and
buried it in his anus while sucking that wriggling ball sack. It
was hard to tell who was turned on more. Both of us were deep into
the pleasure I had aroused.
Gently, I rolled him over and lifted his legs to get at his
ass again. His butt fell against my chest and his hole opened for
my tongue to probe deeper. His giant cock slapped against his
stomach. It had to be 11" of the finest dark meat ever to be in my
bed!! I could only wait a few more moments before collecting.
I dived for his rosebud, licking and purring as I went.
Releasing my hold on his back, I let him slide down my chest, past
my stomach, and stopped where my hard, 9" cock was jutting straight
out at him.
I pulled back and let him settle on to the bed. Leaning
forward, I licked one nipple, then the other. His eyes closed,
drinking in the hot sexual pleasures he was experiencing. His
sexually motivated writhing was becoming more noticeable.
Time to collect the bet.
My tongue worked its way down his wonderfully square pecs,
across his washboard stomach, detoured around that 11" of throbbing
manmeat, licked at his balls, and dove for his asshole again.
He was hopelessly turned on. I could do what I wanted with
him. I wanted to fuck his ass, but knew that would be more than he
could handle all at once. My tongue darted back to his ball sack,
kissing and sucking the lively nuts into a renewed frenzy. I
turned my head and started licking at the base of his fat horse
dick with my lips and tongue along the urethra, and nibbled along
the sides.
His hands were along the side of my head now, urging me on.
This was the encouragement that I was longing for. My mouth went
straight for the head and licked the precum that had gathered in a
pool above his belly button. I was driving him crazy by not taking
the head into my mouth--just licking up the pool and massaging his
nuts.
My lips grazed his cockhead and he pushed down hard on my head
to get me to go down farther on it. I opened my jaw as far as I
could to take in as much of that thick, chocolate-colored monster
as I could. I got less than half of it in before it hit the back
of my throat. He didn't care.
The head of it was bigger than the shaft and the shaft was
bigger than I could get my fingers around. That head was a spongy,
leaking wonder. The precum was flowing very heavily now, and there
was urgency in his thrustings. His breathing was becoming ragged.
His ass was lifting off the bed, trying to push that black tower of
his deeper into my suctioning throat. It slid a few more inches in
and stuck.
"Oh, God, YES! Eat my dick. I'm getting so close. I'm going
to CUM!" His hands started to push my head away, but I wanted to
taste his thick, creamy cum, feel it shoot across my tongue, and
hit the back of my throat in great gobs. I pushed one of his hands
away from my head and stroked his fevered dick with my other hand
as my mouth raced up and down his granite rod.
"Oh, Fuck, YES! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMMMING!!!"
I pulled back enough to feel the first jerk and spurt of his
dick at the back of my throat. The taste of it was better than I
could have hoped for--sweet, mild, almost nutty. My tongue lashed
across his fuckpole, increasing the sensations of his climax. The
second wave hit and I was awash in more jism.
He was really bucking now. My free hand held on to his dick,
feeling the jerking of the next climax wave, while the other hand
was working my dick to a shattering climax. The third gusher
flooded my mouth and I had to swallow. That triggered my heavy
load to release and it shot against his asshole and balls. Over
and over, I hit his ass with volleys of hot cream. He wasn't
noticing. He was firing off his own fusillade.
This man is not stopping yet! Four, five, and a weak sixth
shot of sperm sluiced into my face. He trembled and sank back to
the bed. The tautly muscled body jolted with climax spasms as his
manhood quivered one last shot of his jism into me.
The death grip I had on his cock relaxed, but my lips held it
captive still. Every last drop would be in me, not on me! My hand
had moved back to his asshole and I felt my cum dripping from his
nuts, and rubbed it into his already saturated asshole.
I released his still throbbing member and rubbed his stomach
to help ease the tension of his climax. The other hand, I raised
to my lips and smelled the last remnants of his soapy hole and my
cum. It smelled SO good!
I dropped my hand down to milk the last drops from his
softening pole, lapped it up and released it.
I looked him in the eye and smiled. "You've never tasted cum,
I'm sure, but yours is really good."
He looked away and smiled, then looked back at me.
"I'm sorry," I said with an engaging smile. "I didn't mean to
embarrass you with such a frank disclosure."
"That's okay. I'm flattered that you'd say so." He paused.
"You really know how to get a guy going. I had no idea that my ass
was that sexually connected to my dong. How did you know?" he
asked sheepishly.
"I didn't know. I just thought there was a good chance it
would work. Your nipples are another turn-on, too."
"Yeah. My wife found that one out. But, even when I'd get
her to go down on me, she'd never, EVER suck me off. This was
better than I thought possible." He was quiet for several moments.
I knew I had to reassure him.
"Look, Dave," I said trying to sound positive, "what happened
was sexual. It doesn't make you queer or whatever the epithet of
the day is. It makes you a sexual human being who happens to like
sex. It doesn't even make you bi-sexual. But it does tell you
that 'ONLY straight' is a fiction. A stiff dick has no sexual
stereotypes."
I was lying. He enjoyed what we did far too much and was
turned on too fast for him to be exclusively straight like he
thought he was.
"Well, it was an eye opener," he paused, "and an eye popper."
"Just relax. It was fun for both of us. No harm, no foul.
Right?"
"Sho' 'nuf," he drawled in his best toady smile.
He made me laugh and I fell onto the bed beside him.
But, Dave's face contorted into one of near terror and guilt,
and he hurriedly jumped off the bed and put his clothes back on.
He mumbled some words of parting that I didn't catch and bolted for
the door. "See ya 'round the gym," he tossed over his shoulder.
"Shit," I muttered. One great session together doesn't mean
a commitment. It was just sex. GREAT SEX! It was hard for me not
to pursue him vigorously. (And I wanted to so very much. He was
everything physically that I liked--tall, handsome, well-built,
huge dick, and black.) And, I could easily see, this was going to
be hard for him to come to grips with. All this "man-to-man"
contact. What did it mean?
The Awakening
Dave was avoiding me. I hadn't seen him at the gym for almost
two weeks. The receptionist had seen him, but always earlier in
the evening. As I was winding up my final circuit on the Nautilus
equipment, he strolled in and headed for the lockers.
I left the weight room and strode to my locker. Standing in
front of it was Dave, with a peculiar look in his eyes.
"Hi, workout partner," I said casually. "I've missed your
company on the equipment (and I've missed your equipment, too, I
said to myself)."
"Yeah, I've been coming in earlier. Work schedule, you know."
He was lying. I could tell instantly. My face showed my conclusion.
"Okay. I needed some time to figure out what's goin' on in
here," he admitted, pointing to his head.
Time to lighten this up, I thought. "That's awfully heavy
duty work for an airhead like you," I teased him.
"Fuck you, White Bread," he smiled and winked. Same old Dave.
Whatever was bugging him evaporated, but only for a moment. "We
gotta talk. . . ." he intoned in his deepest voice. That always
meant "serious" time.
"Fine by me. Mind if I take a shower first?" He nodded
agreement.
I raced through a shower, dried, tugged on my clothes, and met
him at the outer doors. "Where to?" I asked.
"How about your place?"
"Fine. You want to follow me over there or ride over with
me?" I asked over my shoulder as I walked toward my car. "Or, we
could take your car?"
"Meet you there."
He followed discretely and pulled into the driveway behind me.
I got out the key and opened the front door, letting him enter
first. The gym bag landed on a chair and the two of us on the
sofa.
"Okay. Here we are. What shall we talk about?"
"There's no easy way to say this," Dave started. "I've been
thinking about what we did a couple weeks ago, and decided that I
must be gay. I liked it!"
I started to say something, but he raised his hand to stop me.
"Let me finish. These past few days, all I could think about was
getting my dick sucked and shooting my load down your throat,
again. That makes me sound like a fag and that's what we need to
talk about."
"Whatta ya want me to say? 'I didn't enjoy it, go away.' Are
you crazy? That was the best sex I've had in a long time, and I
wouldn't mind doing it regularly with you. But, you've got to get
over trying to put a label on it. We had a good time and no one
got hurt." I paused for effect. Still, there was puzzlement on
his face.
"Okay, try this one. If worse comes to worst and you really
were a fag, what would be the problem?" Again, I paused. A pained
expression crossed his face. I could read "hetero panic" even
without the words. "Yeah, yeah, the wife is a problem, and the
family and job. You wouldn't be the first man to have those
problems. Remember, I was married once, too, and I'm still a fag.
And I'll grant you that some of my 'former' friends didn't stay
with me after they found out, but were they really my friends?" I
concluded.
He was thoughtful for a moment. "My dick is telling me one
thing, and my brain is telling me another. I won't be controlled
by my dick! That's what teenagers do."
"Look, Dave, you ARE thinking with your brain. Why else would
you be asking yourself all these questions? You're discovering who
you are. Is that so bad?" I asked.
Now, he really was perplexed. "I don't know what to do about
how I feel about other men," he finally said. "I've always been
looking them over. I just thought I was comparing. There
obviously was more to it."
"All men do that. But, I think you're talking it to death and
not dealing with it from deeply inside. What do you want to DO
about it?" I was challenging him again.
His eyes flashed, then as suddenly mellowed. "I want to do it
again, only this time, more slowly. I really want to get into it
and not hold back like I did last time. That is, if you want to do
it with me again."
"Hell, Yes! I've wanted to do it with you from the first time
I saw you. I've only wanted it more since I had my first chance to
do something about it. You already know I think you're a great
guy, Dave. But sex with you is better than I ever thought
possible. You bet I want to do it again. And again and again!"
"All right!" He was grinning from ear to ear. "Let's get it
on!"
I followed him upstairs again, enjoying the sway of his
muscular ass, his broad shoulders, and chocolate skin. His 6'3"
frame was well-muscled and very nicely showed off his 205 pound
rippling physique.
We undressed and jumped into the shower, the same as last
time, but he wanted to be more mutual in washing and touching. I
washed his shoulders and ass, paying particular attention to his
asshole. He did the same for me, but held my cock in his hand this
time. His gentle stroking had the desired affect. The soap was
making it slick and hard as stone. I bucked into his hand with
each massaging motion.
He liked the feel of it getting harder and longer--as I
enjoyed the same feeling, groping his lengthening obsidian
fuckpole. It looked and felt even bigger than last time, and that
memory was fresh from only two weeks ago. What a whopper!
We dried quickly and jumped on to the bed. He pulled me over
to him and started to push my head toward his cock. I needed
little encouragement to tongue the head of his mammoth, black tool.
It already was leaking precum and I was determined to have all of
it in my mouth.
As I licked around the head, I reached for his balls and
hefted them. They were full and rolling. The other hand held on
to the shaft of his giant cock as best it could. My hands aren't
small, but I couldn't quite get my fingers around his pulsing hard-on.
Deep-throating was out of the question with that 11" dong.
That I easily remembered. Just too thick and long for me to
swallow, but I could still give him a great blow job with a
talented tongue. I went down on him as far as I could and heard
him moan deeply. He was purring for me in a matter of moments.
The hand stroking and the mouth action were doing their magic.
This lovemeat was rock hard and jerking.
His hand had moved to my dick and was stoking and squeezing it
gently. The rhythm was the same as my hand on his cock. The
timing was perfection. I swung my right leg over his head and was
now astride his chest with my ass looking him in the face. My
swollen 9" rod bounced against his chest.
We were getting too close to shooting and I had other things
to attend to. He loved getting rimmed last time and I liked it,
too. I could recall how he shoved my head into it. I wanted to
experience that again.
As my mouth pulled away from his dick, my hand replaced the
stroking. I let my tongue glide over the underside of his
throbber, past his balls and straight for his asshole. As my lips
closed over his rosebud, he shivered and raised his ass.
A greater access and depth for my probing tongue was what he
needed and I wanted. It was the button that we both wanted pushed,
and pushed HARD!
We were both in ecstacy! Both of our cocks were being stroked
in perfect unison. I was eating his ass. He moaned heavily as he
raised his ass even higher to allow me greater penetration. His
heavy breathing was blowing on my nuts and asshole.
Then, out of nowhere, he shoved his face into my ass and
buried his tongue deeply up my fuckhole. The suddenness of the
assault startled me and I clenched my ass muscles. He only tried
to dive in more deeply. I relaxed immediately and let him have all
he wanted. He was savoring it and was now licking it like a cat
would. I raised his ass even higher and sat back into his face.
He went wild! His tongue darted in and out of my ass at a
faster and faster speed. He was tongue-fucking me and I was
lapping at his anus to show my appreciation.
The rhythm was dizzying. I knew that my cock would explode at
any time. His jerking on my dick was keeping time to his digging
tongue and I was doing the same. We both knew that it was only a
matter of seconds, and we would cum gallons. The low moaning was
replaced by an urgent grunt of mounting pleasure.
I quickly pulled away from his ass and fastened my lips around
his leaking cockhead. His steely rod rammed deeply and I stroked
his dick twice. My fingers found his asshole again and one finger
went in to the first knuckle. That pushed him over the edge.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! I'm Cumming!" he shouted. "Take my boiling
cum down your throat! It's cumming! Take IT!! TAKE IT!!!"
I did a lip-lock on his licorice lollipop and was rewarded by
blasts of cum that hit the back of my throat again and again. His
thrashing was getting me hot, too. I started to grunt out my
climax. He stroked me to a big climax and at least one squirt hit
my chin.
His dick was still pulsing and flowing as my last shot landed
on his chest. I swallowed his ambrosia offering. It was as good
as the last time. He smeared my cum over his chest, my cock, and
particularly on my nipples. My sensitive, jerking butt-pounder
couldn't take much of that. I rolled out of my straddling position
and laid in a 69 position next to him, still breathing heavily.
His heavy, leaking horse dick was still flowing and my mouth was
still latched on to it. There was no way I was going to release
that monster without a struggle.
He lifted two fingers to his lips and tasted! "Not bad.
Kinda creamy, bland, nice aftertaste." I released my oral prisoner
and laughed.
"Thanks for the wine review," I smiled. "Now, you have an
understanding of why I like cum so much. Yours is better than most
guys. If you become a connoisseur, like I have," I bragged,
"you'll know to stay away from smokers, heavy drinkers, and guys
with strange vegetable and seasoning tastes. Whatever's in your
diet is wonderful!"
"Thanks, I think." He smiled that dazzling, toothy grin of
his again. "Wanna do it again?"
"Give me a few minutes and I'll show you something very, very
enjoyable," I replied mysteriously. There was that grin again.
Sly as a fox and sexy as hell. He knew how to turn me on and
easily turn me over. It was only a matter of time, I hoped.
"You mean fucking?" he asked with all the innocence he could
muster.
"Yeah! You'll probably enjoy it a lot. I know you've had
more than a little experience." His eyes darkened. "What's the
matter?" I asked, concerned.
He related that he'd been raped in jail when he served one
week for civil disobedience in the Midwest. They didn't do a very
good job of separating the long-term criminals and the short-timers
in that small town. After all, who cares what happens to an
uppity, black kid of 18.
"Sorry," I said. "I meant to say that you had experience with
your wife, just like I did with mine. I didn't mean to dredge up
an unpleasant past."
"Well," he replied slowly, "that's part of what I have to deal
with, too. I've thought about it a lot this week. What really
scares the shit out of me is how I hated the rough way he did it.
I recall graphically the crazy feelings that it created inside of
me as his cock rubbed my prostate and my dick exploded. I felt
guilty enjoying something that wasn't supposed to be enjoyable.
All that looking and comparing started to come together."
As an afterthought, he added, "I could kill that shithead!
What a god-awful thing to do to any kid, even if the kid wants it--
which I didn't!"
"I sure wish I could do or say something that would take away
the pain you're still feeling. However, that's something that only
you can come to terms with," I said soothingly.
As all of this was going on, I continued to fondle his
beautiful cock. It was becoming flaccid now--still about 7" long
and fairly thick, particularly at the base. We talked for a little
more, and he got up and reached for his clothes.
"Hey!" I protested. "How about that free fuck you promised
me?"
"It'll have to wait. I shouldn't have stayed as long as I
have. Thanks for the talk. It helped a lot. And, uh, thanks for
the good time. It was even better than last time." He finished
dressing.
"Anytime, and thanks," I called after him. He was gone.
SHIT!! It was another great evening with this gorgeous
Adonis, but it could have been SO much better. I locked the door
as his car left the driveway, and went to bed.
The Phone Call
It couldn't have been more than an hour later that the phone
rang.
"Hello," I said groggily. I'd been deeply asleep, and the
ringing phone only lifted the fog a little.
"Mike? It's me, Dave. Sorry to wake ya. I just had a bitch
fight with my old lady and I need a place to crash. Do ya mind?"
I was completely awake now! "Fuck no, I don't mind. Where
are you?"
"About a block away. I was hoping you'd say yes."
"Get that black ass of yours over here. Now, I know we need
to talk," I added as I hung up the phone. Tossing on a robe, I
went downstairs and turned on the house lights. As I turned on the
porch light, a car pulled into the drive. I opened the door and
peeked outside. Dave jumped out of his car, smiling.
"Hi," he said. "Thanks for putting me up for the night."
"That's old news. What happened with Kay?"
"Oh, God, what a mess." He came in, took off his coat, and
sat on the sofa across from me. "I was a complete idiot. I should
have showered before I went home. She could smell cum all over
me! And she said she thought I'd done it before, too."
"Oops. I should have said something before you left both times,
but you ran out of here in such a hurry, it slipped my mind."
"She was in a bitchy mood, anyway. It was just something to
give me shit about. She thought I was seeing some woman. Can you
believe it?! She wouldn't listen to reason and I sure as hell
wasn't going to tell her it was another man! So, I left her jaw
flappin' as I left the house. Maybe she'll get over it. Maybe
not." He paused. "In any event, I've had to come to grips with
being gay, or bi-sexual, or whatever sooner than I thought."
He was clearly devastated. I went over to him, put my arm
over his shoulder and drew him near. "You've had a lot happening
to you in the last couple of weeks. What you need is love and
understanding, and a shoulder to lean on."
"Thanks, Man. I could use a good ear." We talked for another
hour and I could see his spirits lift.
"Things will look differently in the morning," I finally said.
"Time for bed, even if it is the weekend."
I rose and locked the front door, again. Turning, I knew I
had to set some house rules. "Dave, I want you to understand that
I'm not putting any sexual pressure on you. You have enough to
sort through without me clouding the issue. I want to be a good
listener and adviser, and I'll try not to act like I constantly
want to get into your pants."
"And if I decide that I want sexual pressure?" he asked in his
most tantalizing posture.
"Pervert!" I sneered at him.
He rose and put his jacket in the closet. As he turned, he
winked at me, and did his strut up the staircase to the bedroom.
What a stud!! I turned off the lights and bounded up the steps
after him.
He peeled off his clothes for the second time that day in my
bedroom. "Mind if I use the shower again?" he asked.
He was already in it before I could answer him. I could use
a rinse myself, I thought. So, I joined him. He smiled at me as
I walked in. There was no cock play this time--as chaste as the
locker room at the gym. We tumbled into bed and talked for a few
more minutes. Then, he was silent. I expected to hear shallow,
steady breathing, but heard muffled sobbing. He WAS devastated.
I rolled over next to him and took him in my arms. He really
broke down then. I held him as he cursed the world for not
understanding men. His torment subsided after several more
minutes, and he thanked me again.
"For what? You're in need and I'm the only one near enough to
offer any comfort. So take it and like it!"
That made him giggle. He was composed and himself again.
Such a great, feeling, sensitive (an overworked term, but totally
appropriate here) man. I released my hug and he relaxed.
Then he hugged me, and I melted.
All of my preaching about not sexually accosting him was
draining away. My dick was getting hard again and he could feel
it. I turned away from him to help stop the sexual come-on that I
was guilty of, but he continued the hug. Now, I could feel his
hard cock and it was trying to find the opening between my ass
cheeks.
He thrust his hips forward to make sure I was getting the
"point" as his leaking dickhead slid between my legs and ran into
my ball sack. Now was not the time to be coy, so I wiggled my ass
against his trouser snake. He responded with a sigh and more
pressure against my ass.
"I can't take that big thing without a lot of patience,
stretching, and LUBE," I whispered. "The lube is on your side of
the bed."
"I'll get it. I promise to go easy. You've been so good to
me, it's the least I can do."
"And I hope you can do a lot more," I leered into the
darkness. "Besides, that's what friends are for," I reassured him.
He leaned over the side of the bed and found the container of
water-based lube. He applied a generous amount to my asshole and
worked some of it into me with one finger and then two. He was
trying to stretch me open for his invading semen launcher. Wiping
the remaining lube on his engorged ass stretcher, he placed the
head of the ebony weapon at the entrance to my love tunnel.
I reached behind me to help guide it in. As it poked at my
asshole, I wondered how I'd ever take that tree trunk up my
alabaster asshole.
It was ENORMOUS!!
"Let me try from a different position, Dave. This dick of
yours will split me wide open, but I want it to be on my terms.
How about if I sit on it?"
He agreed and I straddled his tower of manmeat. Ever so
slowly, I lowered myself on to it. It stung at first, but as the
inches disappeared up my butt, I knew it would soon be heavenly.
The feel of his wiry pubic hair was the sensation I had been
waiting for. I thought it would never happen. Mile after mile of
granite, flexible tubing was being squeezed up my ass. It was a
feeling of fullness and ecstacy. Finally, my ass cheeks felt the
scratchy pubic hair as I hit bottom.
"Let me rest here for a second," I breathed quietly. The
beads of perspiration were standing out on my head. "After all,
your fat cock is not an afternoon stroll in the park! I'll let you
know when I'm ready for some heavy fucking."
He laughed and that made his cock tremble and rub across my
prostate. This is going to be the world's quickest fuck, I
thought. That big dick of his is going to make me cum before I
want to.
"Careful. You'll make me cum," I warned him.
"And the same to you," he replied.
"How would you like to cum" I asked. "Now that I have it all,
I could probably try a different position."
"How about the position we're in now? If I tried to move to
another one, I'd probably cum anyway." He pulled half way out,
lifted my ass up with his big hands, and slid it slowly back into
me inch by inch.
He was really hitting me in all the right places. All the way
out to the head and back in again to the thick base. The operation
was repeated a dozen more times.
I didn't touch my cock, and neither did he. It was bobbing
crazily in front of his face and leaking profusely. Another drop
would ooze out each time I hit bottom.
"I can't stop. I'm going to cum!" he growled.
"Go for it! I want it ALL!" I sat down hard on his horse
cock and ground my ass into his pubes.
He pulled out all the way to the head and shoved about six
inches in and out rapidly. That was the perfect length to make my
prostate cut loose.
We shouted in unison, "FUCK ME!!"
His cock rammed all the way into me and started to empty.
Jets of sperm raced through his cock and into my guts. Over and
over again, his rod jerked and jerked as it convulsed and spewed
its hot load.
The last deep penetration into me caused my bobbing 9" bull
dick to jettison its load, too. Dave was ready for it. He could
just reach the head of my dick with his lips. He sucked hard as I
filled his mouth with my second load of the night. This time
though, he didn't pull away and drank heavily of my spunk.
The convulsions slowed and then stopped. His swollen member
was still high in my guts and his lips still wrapped around my
emptied shooter. He released my dripping cock and laid back.
"Yum! Even better the second time," he cooed as he jabbed his
cock into me several more times. It still felt good, but was
getting soft. I raised off of it, and it left my ass with a plop.
It still looked gigantic. How did I get all of that into me?
Dave pulled towels off the nightstand and gave me one.
"You're the best manfuck I have ever had!" he exulted.
"Certainly, tighter than any woman I've had."
"I'm the only manfuck you've ever had, unless you haven't told
me everything about your checkered past."
"You're the best AND the only. No wonder you like this. This
is great stuff. Suppose we could get a patent on it?" He was
being giddy, again. "You like fucking ass, too?"
"Well, the truth of the matter is that I like fucking more
than I like being fucked. However, you could certainly convince me
otherwise. That was the best, and wildest fuck I've had in ages.
You hit places I didn't even know I had!"
"It's all in the wrist action," he said in mock seriousness.
"And you gotta hold your mouth just right."
"To make sure all the cum doesn't leak out," I finished the
sentence for him.
That made us both laugh. The tension had fallen away. Sleep
would come easily for both of us that night. "Tomorrow is another
day" said Scarlett to Rhett, and I thought it applied here. There
were other nights to be enjoyed, too. And they would be coming
soon.
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