Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 12:59:46 +0000
From: Jake Scott <sexy.arse.man@live.com>
Subject: Golden Brown Geoffrey

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

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I guess I always had a thing for black guys. I remember being fascinated by
them since when I was a kid and knew nothing about sex. If you ask me what
it is that attracted me to them, I couldn't tell you. Perhaps because they
were so different to me. I was light blonde and blue eyed, and they were
dark. I think perhaps we looked good together. Maybe because my family was
from Sweden, I thought being blonde was boring perhaps. I dunno. Anyway...

This story is mostly about a black friend I had in high school. His name
was Geoffrey. I went to a school that was mostly white, but there were also
quite a few black boys there too. There is a reputation that black people
have for being loud and rowdy, but Geoffrey was the opposite in fact. I was
actually loud and talkative, but Geoffrey was quiet and studious. He almost
looked scared if you tried to talk to him. He was definitely pretty shy.
But he was pretty good at sports too, and that gave me the opportunity to
get to know him. I was captain of the rugby team and Geoffrey was a good
player, very quick and athletic. He had a beautiful body too. He had golden
brown skin, and although he was athletic, his body wasn't ripped. He wasn't
podgy either, but he had a nice shape. He was smaller than most but had a
huge butt and powerful thighs. I guess that's what gave him his strength.
And his stature was that so that his butt stuck out a bit naturally as he
stood and walked. He was hung like a monster too. Sometimes around him in
the locker room, I had to horse around cause I felt myself getting hard
when I was around him. I'd have to change the subject to girls and pretend
that was the reason I was getting a stiff one.

We became pretty good friends and I would sit next to him whenever I could
in class. I'd always invite him round my place after rugby on a Saturday
and we'd hang out at my place. I can't really recall when the relationship
became sexual. Because I was always pretty touchy feely around him and he
never seemed to mind. In class I'd hold him next to me and hug him, not in
a girly way, but like blokes just a bit closer than normal. I remember one
time I kissed him in class on the cheek when I was in one of my playful
moods. He didn't seem the least bit phased by it. Some other guys of course
started teasing me, calling me a poofter and all that, but I didn't care
much. I just laughed it off. And to be honest I played up to it a bit. What
could they say truthfully anyway? I was captain of the rugby team after
all. The losers might have thought rugby was a bit of a gay sport, but
they certainly weren't either tough enough or skillfull enough to play it
with any success.

Mostly I used to tease Geoffrey a lot. I'd grab his big brown nipples
through his shirt or I'd feel his bum through his trousers. In class, I'd
lay my leg on top of his and he wouldn't move away. He'd just get all
embarrassed, which made me do it even more! I know I used to get pretty
turned on during all this playful stuff, and I think he did too but he was
too shy and embarrassed to let me know. So like I said, I don't actually
properly recall where the line was crossed from friendship to sex buddies.
It was always pretty blurred. For instance, one time I remember irritating
him as he was trying to work in class. We were sat at the back this day,
and as he tried to study I was blowing in his ear. You could see he was
getting a little annoyed, but was trying hard not to let me think so. So I
then started licking his ear. He recoiled a bit, but I grabbed his shoulder
and continued. I started licking and kissing his neck and cheek too. He
leant his head away but made no real attempt to stop what I was doing to
him. So I leant in even closer and practically started humping the poor guy
there on the bench at the back of the class. I turned my body towards his
and started rubbing my now very hard cock against his arm. He didn't
move. It didn't go much further than that because we were in a class with a
teacher sitting in his desk at the front, but it sure was a hell of an
exciting experience at the time for me.

Another time we had been horsing around in the showers after practice, and
I grabbed him and wouldn't let him leave, so as other guys were in the
locker rooms adjacent, it was just the two of us left in the shower. I told
him there was no point trying to struggle as I was stronger than him and he
should just have to accept that he would only be able to leave when I
allowed him. In fact he was probably stronger than me and could have got
away if he really tried, but I think he liked being the subject of my silly
amusements. So I had grabbed him there under the shower around his waist
tightly, and I playfully sucked at his neck and shoulder muscles. My
pointing erection was poking his gigantic arse mounds and I just held him
there. I managed to somehow manouver my cock in between his arse cheeks and
I kind of humped him like that in the shower. I pretended like he was my
girl, and he let me. I didn't want to come though, so when I felt myself
reaching a critical point of excitement, I set him free and pushed him away
and told him if he kept playing with me like that he was gonna make me make
a mess. He just looked back and smiled in a weird way. I don't know if he
went straight back to the locker area, cause his dick was also by then
pretty hard and heavy... but unlike mine which shot out at a unmistakeable
90 degree angle when hard, his continued to curve downwards, it just got a
lot longer, heavier and fatter like he had a massive inflatable flacid cock
sticking between his legs. Anyway, I couldn't go back to the locker area
like I was so I ducked in a toilet cubicle and shot off a load in there
pretty quick.

As you can imagine, the way we were together always horsing around and
being pretty intimate about it even in the plain sight of others, we
attracted a fair few comments from our teammates and classmates. Bum-chums,
fags, you two lovers again, where's your boyfriend, type thing. Most of
them weren't really meant in a nasty way I don't think, not from our team
mates. From other guys in class, sometimes they were meant with harsh
intent though. The funny thing is that when I was around Geoffrey, I didn't
care about people making comments. they just came across as background
fuzzy noise which deserved to be ignored. My attention was usually on him
and I was happy when I was around him that I didn't care too much. When I
got the comments and I was alone, it was a little more irritating. Like one
time I was eating lunch and some clowns made some silly comment as they
passed with their trays. These were two saddos who hung around together and
had no other friends than each other themselves, so I don't know what they
were thinking exactly. A few weeks later they were sitting together on a
bench when they got hit by my tennis ball from us playing cricket nearby. I
didn't mean to hit them actually, I'm not that petty. But I did have a
chuckle that they did get hit.

So Geoffrey used to stay round my house a fair bit too. I was lucky enough
to have a pool at the end of my garden, but being in dreary Britain, we
rarely used it cause it was just too cold and not a particularly pleasant
experience. Other times, you just couldn't swim because of leaves or more
usually the pump was not working. This one time, Geoffrey asked me why we
never swam in the pool, so I told him we could swim if he really wanted to,
but that we would have to clean the leaves away a bit first. He said he
didn't have anything to wear though, so I told him to continue trying to
get the leaves out and I would find him something to wear. I had a few
pairs of boardshorts, but I didn't want him wearing any of them, so I put
one on and hid the others at the back of the cupboard and pulled out a pair
of speedos instead for him. Now I knew that these speedos were a little
tight even for me, and Geoffrey's butt was much bigger than mine! I went
downstairs and outside to the pool in the cold wearing just my boardshorts
and some sandals, where Geoffrey was tentatively prodding at some few
remaining leaves in the pool. "I left some trunks for you on the bed. You
can change into them. I'll finish this." So I took the leaf skimmer from
him and he went up to change, while I waited with a smirk on my face. A few
minutes later he appeared in the too small dark blue speedo with his
package struggling desperately to break free in the front, and in the back,
his golden brown globes of flesh not quite being covered by the speedo
which appeared to be having its elastic limits put to the test. I couldn't
help but burst out laughing at the sight. He just stood there with a
bemused look on his face. He was pretty embarrassed, but I told him that
they were all I had, and since we were both undressed and had cleared out
the leaves there was no point giving up now. So we went into the freezing
cold water and had a very chilly swim under the grey autumn skies. Geoffrey
kept squirming though and complaining that the speedos were so
uncomfortable, so I told him he could solve his problem by taking them
off. He didn't seem too enthusiatic about that, so I took mine own trunks
off in the water and flung them out of the pool onto the grass. I said
"There, then we'll both be naked so you won't be embarrassed." He was still
reluctant so I swam close to him and put my hands down his backside and
started removing them for him. I locked my legs around his body as I did
so, so that we were crotch to crotch in the freezing water. His speedos
came off and we stayed close like that, my cock floating around his pubes
and navel, while his larger member floated up brushing against my balls and
up between my legs. Our hands grasped together with our fingers interlocked
as we stayed together like that with my legs wrapped around his thighs and
we chatted about nothing in particular for 10 minutes. Despite the cold, it
felt the most natural thing in the world to me. It was kind of dusk and
getting a bit dark, but any one of my neighbours could probably have seen
us together like that from their windows overlooking, but I didn't care too
much. At one point, our faces were inches apart and I kissed is big full
lips ever so softly. He tried to move away a bit, but I grabbed him tighter
and we wrestled a bit in the water. Then we agreed it was too cold for this
nonsense, and got out of the pool.

I remember that later that night we had pizza and stole a bottle of my
parents wine as they were away, and we slept down in the living room under
the same sleeping bag cover watching some movie. I remember he slept with
his back to me and that my hand found its way to his crotch and that I felt
his huge member swell and that I gently wanked him off. He put his arm
around me and I snuggled and lapped at his beautiful smelling (to me!)
armpits. He came and I got goo all over my hand, and I humped against his
thigh and I shot my own white goo all over his leg and rubbed it into
him. That was always kind of the way are sexual encounters were. Us horsing
around or doing something normal blokes would do, and then me pushing it
too far until it was blatantly something sexual and I'd end up spunking
against his leg or butt. Still, I'd never say we were lovers. I always saw
us as just friends who happened to have this extra 'bit' to our
friendship. We never talked about love and I never told him I loved
him. Maybe I did in a way, I think I realised that years later when we had
disappeared from each others' lives, but we just never spoke like that back
then.

Eventually that humping moved up a notch, and one day at my place I put on
a porno in my room of some straight stuff while he was round. I didn't have
a lock on my door, but you could usually hear people coming up the
stairs. So while my parents watched television downstairs, I pulled my cock
out over my shorts and started jerking off to the video. Geoffrey was
sitting on my bed, and in his jeans you could clearly see the outline of
his hard erection watching the action. I reached down and began to rub his
penis through his jeans, and eventually I unbuttoned them and pulled out
his dark brown uncircumcised cock. I then sucked it for the first time. I
felt like such a dirty whore doing that. One eye on the porno at first but
eventually I lost interest in it and just enjoyed sucking on his gigantic
cock.  I even pulled my shorts down and pushed my fingers into his mouth,
wetting them so that I could then reach down and finger my own arse as I
gave him a blowjob. When he did come, and it wasn't long, he semi pulled
out and I got his spunk half in my mouth, half over my cheeks and
lips. Even after he came, I still didn't want to stop and I went back down,
slobbering over his cock until it deflated. He stayed round that night, and
as he undressed for bed, I pulled down his underwear from the back and
buried my face in his butt. It was so fucking horny for me. I loved the
texture of his meaty but bouncy butt, the smell of his arse, I loved it
all. t was so perfect. I licked and licked at his anus as much as I could
before I could take it no more, and I stod and dry humped his now wet arse
crack before I deposited my white sticky goo over his lower back so that it
dripped down into his dark arse cleft. That time, I turned him round and
snogged the face off of his beautiful lips.

I usually talked about girls when I was with Geoffrey, but he didn't
usually have much to say about them more than a few comments here and
there. At parties and stuff, I would make out with girls and feel them up a
bit. I enjoyed it usually, but there wasn't so much of a personal
connection for me. Geoffrey didn't kiss many girls at parties, he just
wasn't outgoing like that. But there was this one girl who used to chase
him around and lavish all her attention on him. She was a big breasted
mixed girl called Carla who was quite bubbly and friendly actually, the
type that was always running around after someone. You know the type, a
mother long before she'd had any babies. She became like his de-facto
girlfriend. Not official, but always together at such social events. When I
used to ask him about her, he was pretty coy, not saying much. If I used to
tease him about his girlfriend, he'd curtly tell me that "it wasn't like
that".

After school ended and we had done our exams, Geoffrey of course did very
well because he was a lot smarter than me (as you may have guessed) and got
in to study medicine in London. I didn't do so well, and so I took a job
while I studied to retake some exams. Luckily Geoffrey didn't go
immediately to London. He stayed around and got a job in a supermarket. He
said it was because he needed to make some money, but I think he was lying
because his family wasn't badly off. I think he really stayed at the whims
of his 'girlfriend' who was a year younger than us, so that they could be
together. As he got closer with Carla and I assume they started having sex,
I started to see less of him and we weren't so playful as before. I'd still
come round to his work though and we'd molest each other in the toilets
(which was pretty stupid of me really as he could have lost his job if we
had been caught). We'd go out to drink occasionally with all the lads, and
I used to pick him up from work. One time I told him I was horny as we got
in the car and in the car park I gave him a blowjob and he shot his jizz
all over my nice shirt and hair!  Another time, when we were at some second
rate bar, I was bored of the conversation of our buddies and followed him
to the toilets where I ambushed him. I crept up behind him as he drained
the weasel, and wrapped my arms around him like we used to do, and began
kissing his neck and ear. It ended up with us two in a cramped cubicle
together, me again in heaven eating out his arse.

But still, those occassions became few and far between. He rarely came
round mine much any more, and spent time with his lady friend. And I became
more promiscuous. I slept around with random girls and a couple of guys,
but I didn't enjoy it as much as I had with Geoffrey. When I went to
university I thought maybe it was something special about black guys and I
slept with a couple of black guys, one much more aggressive, with short
dreadlocks and a fine dark, chiseled body who would come and literally fuck
me like a bitch on my own bed in my dorm room. He had a really big (I mean
really big) long cock which I used to love to suck, but I didn't care much
for his character to be honest. He wasn't kind and sensitive like
Geoffrey. There was nothing more than sex unfortunately for him. Another
guy was a little nicer, but he had a girlfriend and was a kind of born
again Christian type. He seemed really guilt ridden by what we were doing
together so it never really got going. One time the first guy got a friend
and they both fucked me on my bed. One would fuck me up te arse and I'd
suck the other off in front. It was really exciting, but I don't think it's
something I would do too often. And they weren't really so quiet that I
started to become worried what my neighbours would think. I kind of don't
hide the fact that I think some guys are hot, but I don't want them
thinking I'm a total slut either. Still... None of them compare to Geoffrey
in my mind in any case. But I guess people grow up and go their separate
ways in life, so I'm not bitter about it all. I hope he's happy is all. And
if he ever wanted to come back into my life, I'd be more than happy about
it! And if not, I'm sure there is a special person for all of us in the
future.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed what I have written. If you have any
comments, I'd be glad to hear them! Especially from like minded guys.
Cheers.  sexy.arse.man@live.com