Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 17:48:38 MDT
From: J S <idboy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: My First Black Lover Part 3

Standard disclaimers apply: This is a story involving interracial,
military, male2male sex.  If you are below the legal age in your state to
view this material or if you are offended by its nature, please leave now.
This is a true story, but the names have been changed to protect the people
involved.  For those of you who asked why I call this my First Black Lover
when I've only talked about Paul, just keep reading.

Laying the dark, wide-awake and thinking about how much my life had changed
in just three months.  I looked over to softly snoring form on the bunk
across the room from me.  Silhouetted in soft moonlight the clouds passing
shadows across his naked form.  I never got tired of looking at my
roommate.  He outranked me and completely dominated me.  Just a few months
ago, I was a just your average military Joe, until Paul decided to
introduce me to gay sex. (see 1st black lover part 1) Now I was a complete
cock slave to him.  I never tired of feeling his hard cock spewing cum in
my willing ass or mouth.  I thrilled to the sight of his hard, thick black
cock.  But during our last field exercise (see 1st black lover part 2)
things changed.  He had become more demanding, more forceful.  During sex I
was to call him Master.  At first I thought this was just a game, but I was
wrong.

I was now lifting weights regularly and getting fucked even more regularly
as was my master's wishes.  Paul was working to try to get me in better
shape, so he had bought a free weight set that we kept in the room.

"I want to be proud of you and if you're hanging with me, you're going to
look your best."  Paul was a 25 year old, gorgeous black man, rich dark
chocolate skin, well muscled, and very well hung.  I was a 21 year old
slim, short brown haired white boy, with a nice build and a nice cock.

We never worked out naked, but Paul delighted in dressing me in tight
running shorts.  I think he just liked to see my cock straining to break
loose.  I always got hard having him spot for me.  Nothing like a man's
crotch in your face when you're straining with a load of weights to get you
going.  Paul had me wearing some leather wrist-bands with ties during our
off hours as a sign of my "shackles".  I was wearing them as I was working
out doing some bench presses.

"Good job, do five more and we'll call it quits" Paul said as he stood over
me.

I groaned, but managed to pump them out.  I was tired and sweaty, but
feeling good at the same time.

As the bar settled into the resting cradle I heard Paul say, "Slide up and
put your arms down to the floor."  I slid up so my head was almost draped
over the edge of the bench.  I let out a sigh as Paul moved forward to
massage my chest and to lightly grind his crotch into my face.  Paul
stepped back away from me and reached under the bench.

"Don't move!"  He ordered and I felt my wrists being tied to the legs of
the work out bench.  This was something that was new to our lovemaking, but
I liked the feeling of being helpless.

Paul then stood up and walked around the foot of bench.  He then started a
very slow strip tease, until he was completely naked.  He started to rub
his hands over his chest and stomach.  Moving his hips back and forth, I
could see his large black cock slowly throbbing and swelling to life.  He
walked over to his three-drawer chest and pulled out a bottle of lube.  I
smiled in anticipation, waiting for this strong black stud to fuck me, but
I was wrong.

Paul squirted some lube into his hand and started to massage his chest and
then he reached down and stared to slick up his hard cock.  Watching this
was driving me crazy.  I struggled against the bindings.  I thought that I
might be able to snap the thin leather ties of my shackles if I pulled hard
enough.  Paul walked over to me, still stroking his cock.

"You've been a good boy, and I've decided to give you a reward." Paul
whispered into my ear.  I felt his long tongue twirl around and gently bite
the lobe.  Paul then pulled my shorts off my legs.  I raised my ass to help
him and my cock sprang free aching with need.

Paul then kissed the tip of my cock and started to snake his way up my
body.
  Since he was still lubed up and slick and it felt incredibly sexy.
Feeling this hot stud sliding up and down my body, his hard cock sliding
against mine as he ground his hips against mine making our cocks dance
together.

Paul then stood up and squirted a blob of lube onto his hand and grabbed my
cock and started to work it until it was nice and slick.

"Now it's time for your reward." And with those words, Paul grabbed my
red-hot cock and started to guide it towards his ass.  I couldn't believe
it.  I'd never fucked a man before in my life.  I saw his stomach muscles
tense up as he pushed his ass out and placed the head of my cock in his
ass.  With a slight grunt, he sat down and the tip of my cock popped inside
of his ring.

I groaned, as the heat of ass bathed my cock head and I clenched my teeth
to keep from screaming with pleasure as Paul slowly impaled himself on me.
I had never fucked a man before As good as it feels to get your ass fucked,
fucking someone is also amazing.  Paul was smiling, as he then placed his
hands on my chest and started to raise himself back up.  I raised my legs
trying to keep my cock in that hot oven that was his ass.  Paul pushed hard
against me and forced me back down into the workout bench, until
everything, but the head of the cock was slid out of his ass.

"Do you like the feel of your master's ass?"  Paul asked.

"Yesss, please do it again."  I said.

Paul placed his feet on both sides of the bench and started to raise and
lower himself on my prick.  He didn't touch any other part of my body as he
started to tweak nipples and rub his chest.  We were connected cock to ass
as he rode me.  I struggled against my bonds.  I wanted nothing more than
to grab this hot stud and fuck the shit out of him.

Paul started to speed up his motions and soon I felt by cock throbbing and
twitching.  I started to shoot cum up my rod, as Paul was starting a down
stroke.  His eyes got real wide and he let his legs go limp.  The full
weight of his body, slammed my shooting cock deep into his body as wave
after wave of my cum poured into his body.

With a low moan in his chest, Paul took several deep breaths and then
lifted himself off my softly deflating cock.  I figured that Paul would now
untie me, but was surprised when he went over the locker, wiped the lube
off of his chest with a towel and put on a pair of sweatpants.

"I'll be back in a minute.  Stay put!"  As if I could go anywhere.

Here I was tied up on my roommate's workout bench, naked with the smell of
sex in the air and little bit of cum dripping out of my cock onto my
stomach with no one else in the room.  This wasn't designed to make me feel
easy.  I was hoping that Paul would be back shortly.

I was starting to doze lightly when I heard the key in the door and someone
walked in.  As the door closed, I heard a deep voice say, "Looking good."

My eyes flew open, as I realized that it wasn't Paul's voice.  I looked up
to see our Floor Sergeant James standing there.  Paul was standing right
behind him and was rubbing James' cock through his pants.

"This isn't what it looks like." I said.  I have no idea what I was
thinking at the time, of course it was what it looked like and there was no
way to deny it.

"Did I ever tell you that you weren't my first roommate?" Paul asked me.

"Yes, I was Paul's roommate when he was first stationed here.  When he
stopped visiting me a couple of months ago, I asked him to my room.  I
fucked him hard and asked what was going on.  Needless to say, he told me
all about you.  I told him I wanted to meet you privately."  James said
with lust in his voice.  "I trained Paul well and I want to see how your
training is coming.  Don't you know that the best masters were once slaves
themselves?"

At that moment, I was completely shocked.  I had no idea what to say or do.
Fortunately, the decision was taken out of my hands.

Paul pulled his sweat pants off and immediately knelt in front of James and
started to suck on his cock through his pants.  James placed his hands on
the back of Paul's head and forced his mouth over his rising lump.  Paul
was pushed away, by James' large hands.  James then raised his arms over
his head and Paul stood up and helped James out of his T-shirt.  James
leaned forward and gave Paul a deep-throated kiss.  I could see their
tongues battling each other in their mouths.  James broke the kiss and Paul
helped his step out of his shorts.

It was at this moment that I saw Sergeant James' cock.  To this day, I'll
never understand how such a tall skinny black man was able to hide such a
monster.  If Paul's cock was a snake, then James' cock was a python.  It
was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.  (I still haven't seen a
bigger one in real life) I was watching as Paul's rubbing and stroking was
bringing the beast to life.  It was only about half soft and was already
longer than my six and half inches.  Paul grabbed the bottle of lube that
was next to the workout bench, squirted a large amount in his hands and
started to work James' cock.
  As it got stiffer, I realized that is was bigger than Paul's and much,
much thicker.

"In case your wondering," Paul smiled, "ten inches plus and you'll love
every inch of it.  Notice how much thicker it gets towards his balls."  As
Paul placed his grip on the base of James' cock I noticed his fingertips
didn't meet.  He continued to stroke James' cock and soon it was very hard
and very big.  Paul's smaller eight and half inch cock was already dripping
pre-cum on the floor.

I was sweating up a storm and was so frightened I couldn't get an erection
at just the thought of getting fucked by that thing.  At that point, I
really didn't want to be in this situation: tied down with my lover and his
former master both standing near me with hard-ons that might kill me.

"Paul, I really..." I saw Paul frown and realized my mistake, so I
corrected myself in a hurry.  "Master, I really don't want to get fucked by
James."

"The choice isn't yours to make." I heard James say.  "The first time I
fucked Paul, I had to use a gag so he didn't wake up the barracks, however
since there is two of us." And he motioned to Paul.  Paul moved around to
my head, grabbed the sides of my head and tipped my head back.

"Please" I whispered.  Paul shook his head, kissed my lips, then raised up
replaced his lips with the tip of his dripping cock on my lips.  I opened
my mouth as he slowly started to stroke back and forth, a little more of
his cock going into my mouth at each stroke.  As his shaft slipped further
down my throat, I relaxed my breathing and soon my nose was bumping into
his large swollen balls.  He paused for a moment and I could feel his cock
throbbing deep in my throat.  Paul's hands were still on the sides of my
head and he was gently rocking back and forth in easy movements.  My cock
started to stir to life and was soon standing tall, proud, and angry red.

Paul held me in place when I felt hands on my legs lifting them up and
resting them on a pair of bony shoulders.  I tensed up with I felt the cold
metal tip of the bottle of lube touch my asshole.  James gently squeezed a
small dab on my hole and with his finger he smoothed it around.  He placed
the nozzle of the lube in my ass and squirted some of the cold gel into me.

"I think you're ready." I heard James say.

I tried to shake my head, but Paul held me firm.  My eyes were pleading
with him as I felt the wide tip of James' cock touch my asshole.  Paul
looked down at me and his lips formed the words, "I love you".  At that
point, James tensed up and shoved about six inches of cock in my ass with
one hard thrust.  I moaned around Paul's cock, which was filling my throat.
James slid a small amount of his cock out of my spread ass and shoved even
more in.  He held it there for a moment allowing me to get used to the size
of this cock.  His cock had already reached the point the Paul's normally
had and my ring was being well stretched.

"Oh man, Paul, you were right, this white boy has one of the sweetest asses
I've ever fucked.  O.K., you've got most of it in you, here's where we
separate the men from the boys."  And with those words, I felt James place
his hands on my hips and grab me.  He started a small circular motion that
caused his cock to twitch and rotate in my ass, as he stretched out my
hole.

I could feel more and more of that cock being drilled into my body.  Parts
of my body were being opened up in ways that had never been touched before.
Finally, James grunted and pushed hard against my ass and the rest of his
cock shoved deep inside of me.  James then started a slow fucking motion
that mirrored Paul's.  Short small strokes of a few inches at a time.
Without warning I couldn't help myself, the feelings that were going
through me were too intense and I blasted shot after shot of cum onto my
heaving chest.

James gritted his teeth against the clamping of my ass on his cock.  Paul
started to pick the pace and length of his strokes and soon I heard him
groan as he pushed his cock deep into my throat and shot his hot cum deep
into my belly.  He was so deep and turned on, that I didn't even taste his
cream.

James pulled almost all of his cock out of me, leaving me with a deflated,
empty feeling and then he shoved all of it back in starting a very long
stroked fucking that made me feel every inch of his cock..  Paul's soft
cock slipped out of my mouth, leaving small trickles of cum behind.  He
kissed me and whispered in my ear.  "Tell me what you're feeling, how do
like being fucked by another man?"

My mind was awash in feelings, but I somehow managed to croak out between
gasps.  "Oh God, my ass was made for this.  I want to die with his cock
inside of me.  Oh, I love you Paul, thank you."  I'll admit that James was
getting close and really starting to fuck my ass hard.  I was being pushed
and pulled against my restraints and soon the only thing coming out of my
mouth were the words, "Fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK MEEEE!" and groans of pure
pleasure.

Paul clamped his hands over my mouth and I bit him as James shoved deeper
than he ever had before and roared as his cock blasted jet after jet of cum
into me.
  I could feel the cum boil out of his balls and travel the entire length
of his huge cock before spraying my insides with his cream.

I was trembling when James slowly started to pull his softening dick out of
my ass.  I felt loose and slutty when it finally slipped free from its
home.

James looked at Paul and without a word, Paul went to his knees and cleaned
that dripping prick of all of its juices.  James was slipping into his
clothes as Paul undid the leather bindings that held me.  I fell off the
bench.  I was completely drained.  The next thing I knew Paul was lifting
me up and carrying me to my bunk.  He placed me down, covered me up and
gave me a full kiss.  "I'm very proud of you and I love you."

As James was leaving, I heard him say, "Good luck on your training, I think
he might be the one for you."

It turned out that James was right.  I left the military, but Paul is still
in it.  He visits me whenever possible and will soon be discharged
honorably.  We are still a couple, I am his slave and he is my master.

More stories about me and Paul, if you want to hear them.  Comments or
suggestions can be made to: Idboy69@hotmail.com