Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 22:55:28 -0400
From: Art Thomas <arthom@hotmail.com>
Subject: Demetrius

DEMETRIUS
By arthom

(This is fiction but some of the characters and places are real)

I was roused from my snooze by the shrieks of girls and booming voices of
the young men who were, I'm certain, causing those shrieks.  Slowly opening
my eyes, I viewed the scene before me.  We were around my backyard pool
where my twin daughters were celebrating their recent graduation from
college at a pool party with their friends.  The hot June afternoon sun
warmed by 46 year old body and I was loath to move from the deck chair in
which I was laying, comfortable and relaxed.

My eyes wandered over to Demetrius, an African-American young god who was
my daughter's current boyfriend.  When Amy first brought him to our house
last January I was a little taken aback because I hadn't really had much
experience associating with Blacks on a social level.  Oh, of course we
employed African-Americans in our company but I seldom ever socialized with
them except at company parties.  My mind was suddenly engulfed with
memories of an encounter in high school with one of the tight ends on our
football team which caused my dick to swell slightly.  But that was many
years ago.

Demetrius was 25 years old and stood about six foot four.  He worked as a
physical therapist at the hospital and had a body to die for!  He was what
African-Americans refer to as `light skinned' and was extremely good
looking.  He'd spent a lot of time at our house the past few months and I
wondered momentarily if Amy was serious about him.  But I quickly dismissed
that idea because Amy was too involved in getting a career started so I
didn't give it any more thought.

"Hey, Mr. W!" yelled Demetrius whose body I was admiring from behind my
reflecting sunglasses.  "Come on...we need help" obviously referring to the
task of dumping the girls in the pool against their wishes.  His gleaming
smile melted into me and for an instant I wondered if he had a big dick
like most African-Americans are supposed to have.  Again the encounter with
Alex, our tight end in high school, came to mind.  Now there was a young
man with a humongous dick!  At least, it appeared so to me at that time.
Not that I was any slouch in that department.  My respectable six and a
half inches always seemed to satisfy the girls.

"Oh no, no way" I laughed.  "I've got to live in the same house with them
and their payback could be hazardous to my health!"  Laughing and shaking
my head to confirm my resolve not to get involved, I raised myself out of
the chair to go into the house to get another beer.  Donna, my wife, was in
the kitchen cleaning up after our very sumptuous meal.

"Can I help you with that?" I asked while she scrubbed the sink.

"No, thank you," she smiled at me.  "You go out and make sure that the boys
don't get too rough with our girls."

"Oh, I think Amy and Abby can take care of themselves" I said with a smirk.
We had been married for nearly 24 years and I thought what a smart decision
I made when I married her. Our four girls (we had two younger daughters
besides the twins) were wonderful children and I couldn't have been happier
raising them with a mother as great as Donna.

Taking my beer with me outside I decided to go to the pool house and do a
few pushups and lift a few weights.  My body was in pretty good shape for
my age but the beer and soft living was beginning to take its toll.  The
pool house was large enough for several workout benches and exercise
machines that I installed a few months ago.  I'd been easing off at work
over the past several months letting my partner Sam run things in our small
company.  We started out as two pharmacists in a small pharmacy that we
leased in a local grocery store.  Over the past 23 years we expanded and
now own a string of eleven pharmacies located along the Mid-Atlantic.  We
weren't millionaires (yet!) but the income did allow us to live very
comfortable lives.  Both Sam's house and mine were large modern homes of
about 5000 square feet located along a private waterway, each on a couple
of acres of land.  We each had our own private dock and boat.  Sam's house
was about a mile west from mine.

As I pushed the weights up I thought back to my beginnings in New England
where I grew up.  In high school I played football and ran track so I
always tried to keep my body in good shape.  Again, the memory of Alex and
what happened the night after we won the state football championship came
to mind.  My dick swelled again thinking about that experience.  Alex was a
fairly dark Black youth with great athletic ability.  In fact, after high
school he went on to star at Syracuse University and then was drafted by
and played for the Buffalo Bills in the NFL.  The particular night in
question was on a Saturday and, as I said, it was after we won the state
football championship.  The game was played on the state university's field
in the state capitol during the afternoon.  The bus ride home took about
two and a half hours and, as you can well imagine, was filled with raucous
laughter and great glee.  We were all pounding each other on the back and
even hugging, which we would never even think of doing under other
circumstances.  But this celebration called for letting oneself go and we
did just that.

Alex lived only a few blocks from my house so when we arrived back at our
school and after storing our equipment, my Dad offered to give him a ride
home since Alex's father was at work and couldn't come to get him.  Of
course we wanted to celebrate our win a lot more so Alex and I agreed to
meet at a local teenage hangout in an hour.  We made whispered comments to
each other (so my Dad wouldn't hear) that we expected to get laid that
night, if for no other reason than that we were the champs and we earned
it!  Our laughing and giggling made my Dad look askance at us a few times
but he didn't say anything.  At 17 Alex and I had raging hormones and could
hardly wait `til we got some girl alone to satisfy our lust.

We'd all seen each other naked in the shower and the general consensus
among the team was that Alex had the biggest dick. Of course we never dared
to touch each other but we did a lot of towel swatting if anyone just
happened to be in range.  Sometimes it got out of hand and if anyone got
swatted on their dick it really smarted.  Tempers would flare and then
coach would come in and tell us to cool it.  We were typical teenage boys
with too much testosterone in our bodies.

It was after 10 p.m. when I finally got to "Jerry's", a local hamburger
joint where most teenagers met.  Alex was already there and looking like a
lost soul.  Although there were many pretty girls there I didn't see Joy,
the girl I had been dating on a fairly steady basis.  I spied Joy's best
friend, Maxine, and asked where Joy was.  Maxine informed me that Joy's
parents had to go to a funeral and Joy was required to stay home with her
younger sister and brother.  I was momentarily disappointed but then
realized that Joy was not the type to put out anyways so I really didn't
expect to get any action from her.  But there were other girls who had
reputations for being `easy' and I was sure that I could get one of them to
help me with my problem.  Now it was only a matter of finding one and
getting her alone somewhere.  But I didn't see any of them around and,
because of the late hour (it was now after 11 p.m.) the place began to thin
out because they closed at midnight.  Only a few couples were left and I
was beginning to feel that my sexual desires were going to be satisfied by
the old fashioned way: my hand. I actually was a little pissed off because
there was no one around to service my needs.  After all, WE won the state
championship so why couldn't THEY see that and help me out?

I walked over to where Alex was chatting with a couple.  We slapped each
other on the arm and congratulated ourselves for the umpteenth time.  He
asked why I took so long getting there and I told him that I had to have a
victory dinner with my parents before I could get away.  As we talked about
the big game, it became apparent that we would soon be the only ones left
in the place.  It wasn't long before the guy behind the counter said that
he was closing and that we had to leave.

Alex was as pissed about the situation as I and remarked that he needed to
get some pussy or he'd die from blue balls.  His girlfriend, Tamara, was
not around either and he said that the last time they were together they
had a fight so he didn't expect her to come running when he called.  We
finished our Cokes and again expressed our dissatisfaction with our plight.

Finally, Alex said "Fuck `em!  Let's go celebrate on our own.  I know where
we can get some beer and get high."

I said "Sure, let's go!" and we did.  I had no idea where he was headed but
I followed along thinking that Alex would find us some pussy and beer.

He went to a house not far from "Jerry's".  He told me to wait outside and
he went in.  After about twenty minutes he came out carrying a paper sack.
"It ain't very cold, but its beer!" he exclaimed.  We headed toward the
railroad yard where there were several boxcars on a siding.  We found one
that was unlocked and went inside.  It must have been used to haul goats or
sheep because it really stunk.  We sat on some straw in the far corner so
no one could see us and he pulled out a six pack of beer.  He handed one to
me and then realized that we didn't have a bottle opener.  We did finally
get them open by putting the cap under the door hasp and yanking down hard.
Of course the beer spewed all over because it was not cold and we hurriedly
put them in our mouth so as not to waste too much.

Even though the warm beer didn't taste all that great we slugged it down.
My inexperience with drinking alcohol soon became very apparent and it only
took two beers to get me feeling very silly and acting stupid. Alex also
seemed to be getting fairly high on the warm beer and we were giggling and
talking with thick tongues.  After all six bottles were empty we talked
about how horny we were and how it wasn't fair that we didn't have any
pussy available.  I don't remember who went first but we both had to piss
real bad so we stood in the open boxcar door pissing onto the ground.
Neither one of us were inhibited about showing the other our dicks what
with the inebriated state we were in. When our streams died down, Alex left
his dick sticking out of his pants and began fondling himself.  I was
mesmerized by the sight and watched in awe as his seven and a half inch
snake grew until it was fully erect.

"Wow!" I said as he continued to stroke himself.  "I never saw one that
big."

He turned toward me, pointing his black monster in my direction, and said
"Well, there's only one way to get off now" and he began stroking harder
and faster.  My own dick was rigid by now and it too peeked out from my fly
since I didn't zip up after pissing.  "Let's see what you got there, Tom"
he said moving closer to me.  My eyes were glued to his pole and I fondled
myself never once taking my eyes from his cock.  Although it was night and
he was pretty dark skinned, the moonlight made his shiny black cock look
like ebony.

Alex moved even closer to me and touched the tip of his cock to mine,
giggling as he did so.  Electricity shot through me and I nearly came at
that moment.  He rubbed his cock against mine so that our precum was mixing
and spreading around our cockheads.  I moaned out loud as the feelings
within me rose to new heights.

"You like that?" he whispered, leaning forward towards my ear.  My response
was another moan and I just nodded my head.  While keeping his dick
touching mine, his hand slipped down his penis and slid over mine.  I
thought that I'd pass out from the intense feelings that were encompassing
my body.  My knees were getting weak and I was sure that I'd explode any
second.  "Hang on" he whispered, his lips almost touching my ear. "Don't
come yet."  He slid his hand back up my shaft and onto his dick then back
down again, increasing his grip and speed.  Feeling his hand rubbing up and
down my cock was almost too much and I knew that I couldn't hold off any
longer.

"I'm going to come!" I warned as he increased his jerking on our cocks.

"Not yet!" he almost shouted in my ear.

"I can't hold it any longer" I screamed and began shooting cum all over his
dick and his pants.  I came so hard and so much that I felt as though my
balls would suck back up into my body and never come out again!  It was
such an explosive orgasm that my knees finally buckled and I sank to the
floor of the boxcar, kneeling in front of Alex who was still jacking his
dick.

He stopped suddenly and looked down at his pants.  "Shit!  Look what you
did to my pants!"

I was still in a daze but slowly realized what I had done.  "Oh God, Alex"
I cried, "I'm sorry!  I couldn't help it."

The look on his face turned to lust and he pointed his monstrous cock at my
mouth saying "Well, now you can suck me off to pay for what you did to my
pants."

I was completely shocked but before I could say anything he touched his
cock to my lips.  I had never before done anything like this and
immediately wanted to turn away and run.  But he kept pressing his dick
into my lips while pulling my head towards him.  I don't know what I was
thinking.  Actually, I wasn't thinking at that moment and without realizing
what was happening I opened my mouth and his black monster slid in.  It
shocked me that I had a dick in my mouth but then he pushed harder.  The
taste was salty and the odor was very strong.  I heard Alex moan and slowly
pull back.  My tongue automatically rolled over his cockhead; a normal
reflex, like checking out the foreign substance in my mouth.  Then he
pushed forward again and continued fucking my mouth.  I just knelt there
and let him do it.  Within seconds, or maybe a minute at the most, he made
a final thrust and I felt his cum shooting out of his dickhead.  His huge
cock had grown even larger and it was lodged in my mouth so that I couldn't
pull back.  He continued to hold my head to get more of his cock down my
throat.  I gagged but couldn't get lose.  The fact that everything happened
so quick had taken me by surprise and I finally relaxed my throat muscles
and let his cum slide down to my belly.  Alex emptied his balls into my
throat and then he too slumped to the floor, still holding onto me for
support.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, recovering his senses.  "That was
fan-fucking-tastic!"  He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me until I
thought I'd die from suffocation.  I pushed him back to catch my breath.
Looking into his eyes, the realization that I had just sucked off my friend
hit me and I started to cry like a baby.  I turned to crawl away and hide
when he grabbed me again and I melted into his arms.  I was so ashamed of
myself and I didn't want to look him in the eye.

"It's ok," he whispered in my ear.  "I won't tell anyone.  What you did was
fucking unbelievable, but we can keep this just between us."

I was still blubbering and wondering whether I should just kill myself or
what?  I knew that the friendship we had between us was changed forever and
I felt like a cheap whore.

"Really, Tommy" he said, "I promise to God that I'll never tell anyone."
It was the first time that he had called me Tommy, a name that only my own
family ever called me.

Well, I did survive that episode and nothing else ever happened again
between Alex and me.  True to his word and as far as I know, Alex never
breathed a word of it to anyone.  Perhaps he thought that if he told guys
about what happened that night that they would think that he was queer so
he kept silent. In later years I did have a few mutual jackoff sessions
with my college roommate but we never touched each other and I never again
sucked a guy's cock.  But I must admit that I thought about that encounter
with Alex many times.  Over the years, it has become my all time biggest
fantasy when jacking off.  I even thought of Alex and his big black cock
spewing his load into my mouth a few times when I was fucking my wife.  And
yes, I felt guilty when doing it...but the guilt never stopped me from
thinking about it.

I was as hard as can be while exercising and thinking about Alex and me.  I
decided to go into the house and use the downstairs bathroom to get my
rocks off.  We had a bathroom just inside the hallway that led from the
kitchen to the garage and normally it was used by visiting guests.  Walking
out of the pool house I saw that all of the kids had left and the pool area
was deserted.  I felt a pang of regret because I wanted to feast my eyes
again on that sexy Demetrius.  Oh well, I thought, I'll go inside and get
relief with him and Alex on my mind.  As I entered the hallway I noticed
that the bathroom door was slightly ajar.  Nothing unusual about that
because many guests left it that way after using the bathroom.  The light
was off inside so I pushed the door open and reached up to flick the light
switch on.  As the bathroom became illuminated I saw someone standing there
nude with his back to me.  I immediately knew that it was Demetrius.  I
gasped at the sight of his tight bare buns and the strongly muscled back
when he turned completely around while toweling off his head.  My eyes
dropped to stare at the biggest dick that I've ever seen!  If I thought
that Alex was big then Demetrius was a giant!  My mouth hung open as I
drooled at the sight of this boy god.  My God!  I nearly fainted.

"Hi, Mr. W." he said flashing me that million watt smile of his.  "Do you
need to use the bathroom?  I'll be out in a sec."  He continued to act as
though nothing was amiss and finished drying his hair while I kept staring
at his huge dick.  It was a thing of beauty!  Oh my I thought, if he's
dicking Amy then she's getting the fuck of her life. Then immediately I was
ashamed at what I was thinking and turned beet red.  I still couldn't get
the image out of my mind of my daughter being fucked by this wondrous man
standing bare-assed naked in front of me. I coughed and stammered "Sorry",
turned around and ran out of there.

I literally ran up the stairs to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.
Thank God Donna wasn't around so I didn't have to explain my crazy actions.
I was sweating and panting from both the exertion of running up the stairs
and from my excited state at seeing Demetrius naked.  I went straight to
our connecting bathroom, closed and locked the door and stripped my clothes
off.  I started the shower and got in while the water was still warming up.
I couldn't wait to get my hand on my pole and began furiously jacking off
while the image of Demetrius' big black dick filled my head.

To be continued.