Date: Sun, 23 May 2004 08:35:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cafe au Lait 9: August is a Month of Dreams (concl)

August is a Month of Dreams

Being a practicing homo turned out to be a lot more
natural than I would have expected.

I didn't see my folks that much anyway, our hours were
not compatible, and they probably thought I was a
little wound up over going away to college.

What I was wound up about, of course, is that I was
now a sexual being, alive and ready for anything.
Alexander and I worked at being normal at the
department store, though I suspect there was gossip.
The Nerd never picked up on the fact that when things
were slack, or one of us was on break it was only
natural that there was a hard cock being sucked in the
changing rooms.

I'm sure the block-headed Dutch wouldn't suspect
anything like that, and there were no surveillance
cameras back there. The most they might have suspected
was the occasional Marlboro being smoked, not
Alexander's proud dark lance.

In the days that followed, and our involvement
deepened, I became obsessed with the idea of being
fucked by my handsome New Orleans prince.

That was too risky at the store, and we didn't any
place else to go except the woods. A blow-job there,
gracefully executed, seemed OK. I took am immense
amount of guilty pleasure, reveling in my submission
to his sex, in sinking to my knees in front of him,
and undoing his thick belt with the mod buckle and Or
in the car when it was dark. But there were risks in
that, and who needed the hassle?

I wanted my first fucking to be someplace we could do
it properly and have some privacy. With September
bearing down on us, we arranged to get the Sunday off
together and I schemed a way to go to the cabin when
my folks were pinned down by a social engagement in
town.

I told him we had the place for he weekend and he was
going to fuck me silly, if he so desired, and he
looked at me with those crazy hazel eyes that made my
heart skip and told me that I would be fucked with his
hard black cock within and inch of my life.

I smiled happily. I was turning into quite the bitch,
and obsessed with the desire to to suck him off, and
he liked that too. I let him suck me as well, he going
down on his knees before me so I could stroke his
tight curls as he gobbled me down. One morning we did
each other in an hour, in between customers.

I found it curious how quickly we adapted to our roles
in the new relationship. He was the more experienced,
after all, so it seemed natural that I should please
him whenever I could. But there was something more to
it.

When I pleased him with my eager mouth it enhanced my
desire for him. When he shot his warm semen in my
mouth I felt a reward, and the hotness in my stomach
and groin were only enhanced. When he did me, I felt a
feeling almost of nausea when I erupted into his
mouth, emotion coming in the floods of my spasms, and
when they were done I felt release, sweet release, but
also a bit of panic in what I was swiftly becoming.

I felt no such panic when he was in my mouth. It just
felt natural and I stayed hard as a rock. I began to
prefer the hardness to the coming, so long as I could
bring him off.

I sure we would have been caught if there had been
more time, but September was near and time was growing
short for summer employment. It made each time we
could be intimate that much more precious.

We arranged to get a weekend off together. We worked
Saturday It was really just Monday, since the Dutch
had Sunday blue laws that shut the town down tight as
a drum so everyone could spend the day in Church.

We drove up to the lake after work on Saturday. We
listened to tunes and smoked a little pot on the
drive. This was a week when most of the cabins were
unoccupied, since the lake would be jammed on the
Labor Day holiday.

We could smell the pines, and he got me going, fooling
with me as I drove the little red car. I had it in
fourth, so I didn't have to shift, and he sucked me as
we rolled along through the green trees and the
lowering sun. When I came, I almost drove off the
road, swerving a bit, and then getting control as he
sucked the last juice from me.

"I almost killed us" I whispered huskily. "Your mouth
is so hot."

He smiled and licked his lips at me, smacking them.
"You'd better be ready for more of that, Bobbie boy. I
get to sleep with you tonight."

We pulled up the long dirt road to the cabin just at
twilight. There was nobody around, though I could hear
the motor of someone out on the lake. We clambored out
of the VW and stretched. I showed him the place. It
was a modest little A-Frame, not much to it, really.
The point was to be on the bluff above the dark water
of the inland lake, surrounded by the trees and the
sound of the forest.

The place slumbered most of the year, so when I opened
it up it smelled a little musty. I ran around,
throwing open all the windows, especially the ones in
the long dormer upstairs so there would be some cross
breeze. He watched me buzzing around, giddy at the
prospect of what would soon be happening. He checked
the reefer and found a cold can of Milwaukees Best. He
looked at it and raised his eyebrows.

"C'mon. It's my old man's stuff. At least there is
beer!"

"Point taken," said Alexander. He popped the top and
threw the pull tab in the trash. "Let's get our stuff
in here and relax."

"O.K." I said, slowing down. We were here, and we were
alone at last.

I walked over to him and kissed him hard on his full
inviting lips. "Welcome to the cabin, Alexander."

We fetched got the bags out of the back seat and
smelled the air. I could not resist caressing his lean
back, a little moist from sitting on the vinyl seat on
the trip up. I felt a stirring in my groin. I had just
come an hour ago but I felt like I was ready to go
again. He looked at me and said we should go in. And
he gave me a wicked smile that made my knees almost
buckle.

We put the bags down by the door. "There is a master
bedroom on this level, but it has single beds in it.
There is a double bed in the front bedroom upstairs,"
I said.

"That is a no-brainer. Get a beer and let's go look."

I locked the screen door and smelled earth and water
and pines. I got a beer from the kitchen and walked to
the stairs with him. I led him up, holding his hand. I
turned right and opened the door to the front bedroom.
I turned on the little lamp on the bedside table and
opened the windows wide. Then I turned around to face
him.

He was skinning of his shirt, and his skin glowed in
the light. His chest was smooth and his nipples were
dark against his caramel skin.

I took my shirt off, too, and undid my belt. "There is
something I need in the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Don't be long," he smiled. "I have something for
you."  I kissed him as I brushed by to go to the
corridor and through the dorm to the upstairs bath. I
took off my pants and socks and threw them out the
open door. I looked in the medicine cabinet and found
the little jar of Vaseline we used for our lips when
they got chapped in the winter. I opened it, and took
two fingers and scooped a little out. Then I spread my
legs and reached down next to my erect cock and
deposited it along the crack of my ass, paying special
attention to my rosebud, poking in one finger and then
two so the jelly was inside me.

Then I rinsed my hand, though the jelly did not come
off, and I took some toilet paper and scrubbed it off.

When I returned to the front bedroom, Alexander was by
the window, looking out into the full darkness. The
stars were coming out.

He turned and the magic was happening. His elegant
dark cock was becoming full. I will never get over the
excitement of watching a cock harden! I marveled at
him, fully naked. How all his color seemed
concentrated there in that marvelous spear of flesh.
How I wanted it buried in me!

It hung down, tumescent, rising as I watched, until it
came fully to attention, the helmet protruding from
the little cuff of his foreskin, pointing at me, the
object of it's desire.

God, it was sexy! I fell to my knees before him and
pressed my lips around the proud shaft, tonguing his
foreskin, tasting the first jewels of his pre-cum,
slavering on him with my eagerness to serve him. He
reached down and brought me to my feet, and our dicks
touched, rubbed against each other. He looked down,
and gripped them both together in a tender hand.

I felt I was going to melt, and my mouth sought his,
my tongue reaching for his, needing him desperately.
He kissed me deeply, and then released out cocks, and
gently pushed my chest, backing me up until my calves
were against the side of the bed. I sat down on it,
and then reclined, turning sideways so that I did not
miss the intensity of his gaze and his need. His
erection seemed impossibly long.

He laid down beside me, on top of the comforter, and
gazed deep into me.

"Now I am going to make you mine, Bob. Are you ready?"

My voice quivered with urgency. "I have never wanted
anything more, lover. Take me. Please, god, take me.
Make me yours. Make me your boy."

He turned and raised himself on his forearms, placing
them on either side of me, and pressed a knee between
my legs. I spread them for him, and he placed himself
between my legs, on his knees. I raised my legs to
expose my ass and cock to him. He reached down and
grasped his lance, and leaning down, drew the tip the
length of the crack of my ass. He felt the slickness
of the jelly, and he smiled in the glow of the lamp.

"Good," he said. "Nice and moist." I moaned in
anticipation. I hoped it would not hurt. He was so
long, and yet I needed it so much. The tip of his cock
was poised at my asshole. He pushed, experimentally,
and I groaned. He pushed harder, and he gained
purchase. I gasped. He brought his hand up and
caressed the side of my face. "This may hurt at first,
but just relax. I'll be gentle."

"Fuck me, Alexander. Just please fuck me. Make me
whole."

He pressed against me, inexorable this time, the
hardness of him in that softness, I felt the tip
penetrate the ring of muscle. He withdrew minutely,
and then the pressure began again. I groaned at the
violation of my virgin ass, and pressed back against
him, the pain welcome, validating the importance of
this submission to his hard cock.

He pressed again, and withdrew again, but with each
small stroke gained depth within me. Presently, a
warmth began to glow in my guts and the jelly had
coated everything and I realized that suddenly he was
completely within me, and I could feel his soft
scrotum and the wiry hair against the smooth flesh of
my ass. He was filling me completely, the full length
of his proud cock buried to its full length.

He rested there and kissed me deep, filling my throat
with his tongue as fully as he was filling my guts
with his cock.

I clutched him to me, my arms around him. My legs
waved helplessly in the air. He began to fuck me then,
deep full strokes that churned my insides, rubbing
something within me that drove me mad with desire.
This was the most natural thing in the world, a real
cock fucking me, a black cock splitting me, skewering
me on his manhood, a real man, fucking me in and out.

I was transported somewhere else. I heard someone
moaning "Fuck me, fuck me, God oh Jesus fuck me..." and
it must have been me, though I did not consciously
speak.

He tempo increased and I sensed the semen was rising
from his hot balls, coursing upward through the
channels of his dick, rising and burning, and I looked
up at him, his eyes now clenched closed in the throes
of his passion, his passion for me, the depository of
his sperm, millions of them flooding into my guts,
making me his.

He grunted and groaned and I clutched him desperately,
arcing my back to get him as deep within me as I
could, crying out for his seed. I shivered
uncontrollably and he jetted in me and I swear I could
feel the intensity of his blasts right to the pit of
my stomach.

His rhythm changed once he had shot himself within me,
but he kept stroking, his seed now lubricating
everything, and I could feel him leaking out around
the now softening proud lance in my ass. Then he
stopped and he rested against me, kissing my cheek.
"Now that is a fuck. Man, you are one hot bitch."

"That's me," I said breathlessly. "I'm your bitch,
Alexander."

My erection was pressed between us, and when he said
that word I came in a vast soft wave of contentment
and fulfillment. Eventually he softened and slid out
of me. We turned side to side and breathed each others
mouths and talked of everything and nothing,
sweetness. My semen dried on our smooth skins and his
seeped from my asshole.

Later that night I discovered what the taste of semen
and vaseline and shit was, and how I could get him
hard again, and how it felt to be roughly fucked from
behind, my hips raised on a pillow, my dick trapped by
softness as he ravished me with hard, firm strokes,
striking my soft ass with a firm elegant hand, and
whimpering in pain and pleasure.

Over the next two days we did not venture far from the
bed, and we trashed the comforter and the sheets and I
did not care. Monday, we decided we might want to get
something to eat that did not come from a can or a
hard cock, and I was sore and sated.

We were naked in the kitchen, contemplating the trip
back to town, and work at the store the next day. It
seemed a lifetime away. He got a faraway look in his
lovely eyes.

"I have decided to go to Howard University,' he said.
"I need to get out of Illinois."

I was stunned at the suddenness. "You have known this
for a while, haven't you?" I said. I could feel tears
come to my  eyes. "After what we have done how could
you leave me?"

"I'm not leaving you," he said, "Not now, anyway. It
is just something I have to do. A black thing, you
wouldn't understand." I stood silent, gazing into his
eyes with a  sense of loss. "There are other hard
dicks out there," he said with a smile. "And besides,
I will be back. In the meantime, there is a black
thing that you do seem to understand pretty well, you
sweet bitch."

He pushed me forward over the butcher-block table in
the middle of the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of
extra-virgin olive oil and drizzled it down the crack
of my ass. Then he took me there and there, with
vigor, and having fucked so much, he took a good long
time doing it. I grunted and moaned and was taken to
another place altogether.

We drove back to town, and my guts ached from the
thrusting of his cock and the feeling of loss. But it
was OK, I suppose. I would either wait for him, or
possibly something else would come up. He had taught
me a lot of lessons with those impossible hazel eyes,
and I knew that for the rest of my life I would
associate the beautiful richness of his caramel skin
with lust and the taste of semen.

I took him to the bus station downtown where he was
going to catch the inter-city down to Washington, DC.
He had a couple suitcases and a determined look. I
went down on him in the parking lot, in the right seat
of my little VW, just like the first time I sucked a
man's cock, and he adjusted his clothing when he was
done shooting his seed down my gullet. He got on the
bus when it was time, and the Grayhound pulled out of
the parking lot in a cloud of black exhaust smoke.

I saw him wave.

He did not come back. I heard he got into the Black
Power thing, and it was time, and a white boyfriend
would have interfered with his authenticity. But at
the time I held a pretty strong torch, sweaqring I
wwould  never forget him. That was completely true. I
never will. But there was a guy that I met in the dorm
a month later at IU that helped me get over the pain.
Or better phrased, find a whole new kind.

I'll tell you about him sometime. he was a dreamboat.

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