Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:20:10 -0600
From: jason moore <bbdluvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sperm Bank For Da Man

This story depicts sexual activity without the use of condoms.  As always,
please play safe and cover that thing up.

Sperm Bank for Da Man

Part One: The Beginning

Terrance Jones, that's my name.  TJ to my friends.  At the rather young age
of 24, I found myself with a substantial inheritance from my paternal
grandfather with whom I had lived for most of my life.  My dad and mom died
in a tragic car accident when I was only five.  Grandpa Jones took me in
even though I never knew him before then as he and my dad were estranged
for a reason I still do not know to this day.  Whenever I broached the
subject with grandpa, he would evade the question.  For the next 19 years
it was just me and Grandpa Jones who was the CEO and largest stock holder
in a mutli-billion dollar corporation.  I came into the company as a
financial analyst after completing a Master Degree at college and had only
been working there for two months when Grandpa Jones suddenly suffered a
fatal heart attack.  After the funeral grandpa's attorney contacted me and
said we needed to discuss his will.  With no other living relations, all of
grandpa's real estate, company assets, and financial holdings, much to my
surprise, all were going to be transferred to me.  At such a young age, I
did not feel able or willing to handle all of that responsibility so I made
the decision to relinquish my corporate position.  I set up one of
grandpa's closest advisors as the new CEO and liquidated every last vestige
of grandpa's vast holdings.  Needless to say I was a very wealthy young
man.  With my economic future secured for life, I moved to Florida and
opened a financial consulting business.  I worked hard, because I loved it,
not because I needed to work.  I lived well but did not flaunt my money.

Until I went away to college, I had several girl friends, but I found
myself more interested in the boys with whom I went to school.  Once in
college, I had my first encounter with another guy.  It was an awkward blow
job I gave to one of my football team mates.  But, by the time I finished
my formal education, I was well schooled in the sexual pleasures of hot
male sex.  I quickly learned that I loved cock.  Loved sucking cock and
gobbling down warm, creamy loads of cum and loved having a hot, hard cock
pounding away at my willing ass.  I had a variety of lovers over the next
couple of years, but once they discovered how wealthy I really was
everything seemed to change.  After kicking out that last lover who had the
nerve to make out with some other punk ass dude in OUR bed, I made a
conscious decision just to have fun no strings attached fun.  I would never
be hurt again!

After establishing a substantial listing of clients and hiring some very
trustworthy staff, I decided to take some time off.  It had been four long
years and I felt I deserved to start having some of that fun.  I found
myself relaxing at a small resort on a small Caribbean island that catered
to the gay community.  After returning from a swim in the ocean one day, I
spied a hot looking black guy laying out a towel on a lounge chair right
next to where I left my things.  He was wearing box cut trunks and had a
chiseled body that was obviously developed from many hours of working out.
After laying out his towel, he settled into the lounge chair. As I
approached, he glanced my way, but his dark sunglasses prevented me from
looking into his eyes.

"Nice day, huh?" I said as I sat on the side of my lounge chair between us.

"Yeah, feels good out here," he answered.

"Did you just get to the resort.  I haven't seen you around," I asked while
snatching a better look at his tight body.

He reached one hand up, slightly lifting his sunglasses to reveal a set of
clear, brown eyes that looked me over briefly.  He then flashed a killer
smile.

"Yeah, just arrived for a few days of fun in the sun," he beamed as he
removed his sunglasses.  "Name's Jarrod," he added.

"Hey, Jarrod, I'm Terrance," I answered.

For the next hour or so we had some drinks, talked, and joked together.  I
learned that he was also a business owner selling mostly ethnic art pieces.
He was my same age and, unbelievably, we were from the same city.

"Small world," he commented when that last fact was revealed.  "How'd you
like to go back to my room for some private fun, Terrance?"  Jarrod asked.

"Sure, that would be hot...uh...great, " I clumsily responded as we both
laughed.  "By the way, friends call me TJ," I added.

We quickly gathered our things and headed back to the resort It turned out
that Jarrod's suite was exactly one floor above mine.  As we entered, I
went over to the balcony to admire the beautiful view of the beach.  Jarrod
wrapped and arm round my waist.

"Nice view, huh?" Jarrod said.

"Yeah, very nice," I responded as I glanced at Jarrod who was looking out
at the beach scene before us.

I then wrapped an arm around Jarrod feeling that familiar tingle at the
contact of our exposed flesh.  We just stood there for several minutes.
Jarrod then moved his hand to cup my ass.  I let out a sigh and within
seconds his hand slipped inside the back of my trunks.  He began to squeeze
and rub my ass.

"Nice view, nicer ass," Jarrod then said as his finger tips wormed into the
crack of my ass.  "I gotta get me some of this hot, white ass, man," Jarrod
added.

HE didn't need to say anything further.  Within seconds we in bed and
wrapped in each other's arms.  The passion level rose as we fondled and
rubbed each other desperately.  We were on our sides with our bodies were
pressed tightly together.  I could feel Jarrod's cock pressing into my
belly and rubbing up against my own growing cock.  I reached down and
squeezed him.  Jarrod put his hand on top of my head and guided my face
down to his manhood.  His cock was a few shades darker in tone than his
body.  It was cut, plump, and juicy looking.  I stuck out my tongue and
gave the entire length a few laps before taking him inside.  His hand
pressed on my head as I did.

"Aaah, yeah, that's it.  Suck my cock, bitch!" Jarrod growled.

His demanding tone struck a chord in me.  I became immediately enthralled
while I slowly slid my mouth up and down and over his cock.  Every once in
a while, I would breath in deep then worm my face down tight into his
crotch, feeling his cock slide down my throat.  With each of those deep
throat maneuvers, Jarrod would apply more pressure to the top of my head
and push his hips slightly upward to drive his cock deep into my gullet.
All the while he moaned and grunted.

"Yeah, that's it.  Suck that cock, you fucking slut.  Take it deep.  Mmmmm,
yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about.  Aaah, yeah, bitch, choke on it.
Ooooh, yeah get it good and hard so I can fuck that white boy ass, " he
said.

I fed into Jarrod's demanding tones by working even more eagerly on his
thick cock.  I quickly grew amazed as his cock kept growing.  In awe, I
continued to do the best I could with a cock, the size of which I had never
come across before.  I'm not sure how long we kept up this hot activity,
but I was fully enjoying it.

"All right, fuck this shit, bitch!  I gotta get me some fuckin' ass,"
Jarrod said as he literally grabbed my head and pulled my mouth off his
throbbing cock.  "Turn over and spread them legs, bitch," he demanded.

I quickly obeyed as Jarrod got between my legs, reached out and roughly
shoved a pillow beneath me.  As he rubbed my inner thighs and ass, I
grabbed a bottle of lube I spied on the nightstand.  Jarrod grabbed it from
me and soon cool lubricant dribbling on my ass.

"Spread them cheeks, boy," Jarrod demanded.

Just as I acquiesced to his command, I felt one of his fingers flick over
my excited rosebud.  As his finger rubbed and flicked away, I began to work
my ass muscles, forcing my puckered hole to wink back at him.  I heard
Jarrod chuckle to himself.

"Yeah, bitch, you can't wait for it, can you?" Jarrod said and, before I
could even answer the flicking finger dug up inside of me.

I moaned in anticipation as Jarrod expertly dug up and into my willing ass.

"Damn, bitch, this is one fucking tight hole.  I'm gonna have to loosen
this shit up," he said as I felt yet another finger dig up inside of me.

"Aaah, yeah," I moaned as I squirmed my ass to meet his probing fingers.

"Yeah this is some fucking hot shit up in here," Jarrod said.  "I'm gonna
tear this ass up, bitch.  I'm gonna fuck it goood.  I'm gonna fuck it real
good," Jarrod bragged as I writhed in anticipation before him.

I was still holding my ass cheeks wide when Jarrod pulled both fingers
free.  I hear and felt him moving into position.  Within seconds, Jarrod's
cock head was pressed against my ass lips.  Then a sudden sharp pain shot
up my spine as Jarrod roughly entered me.  I gasped and whelped.

"Shut up, bitch.  This is what you wanted and you're gonna get it, you
fucking slut.  You're gonna get it good!" Jarrod began.  "Relax that ass!
C'mon, bitch, open up.  Open up that fucking white ass!"

I grit my teeth and held tightly onto my ass cheeks.  But, the pain became
tremendous, more than I have ever felt before.  I released my hold on my
ass cheeks, turned my hands over, placing my palms on the sides of his hips
in an effort to push back and force that anal intruder out of my straining
ass.

"Whatcha doin' white boy?" Jarrod asked.  "No you don't, you fucking pussy
boy!  You gonna take this cock, bitch.  You gonna take it all you fucking
white boy!"

Jarrod suddenly slapped my hands away and dug himself in even deeper.
Tears welled in my eyes as Jarrod began to slowly pull out, then push back
inside.  I forced myself to relax as Jarrod continued that slow, steady
assault on my ass.  I could feel his cock filling me to the hilt.  I didn't
know how much more I could take when suddenly he grazed over my prostate
and a fusion of pain and pleasure exploded in my brain.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," I gasped.

"Yeah, gimme that ass, bitch.  Oooh, yeah, it's so fucking sweet," Jarrod
moaned.  Then following a few hefty grunts, he added, "Fuck, boy, this I'm
gonna get me all of this sweet white ass!"

Suddenly Jarrod shoved his cock in to the hilt as the air rushed out of my
lungs with exasperating force.  Guttural grunts and moans poured out of my
mouth as my ass was now stretched more than I've ever experienced
previously.  As I caught my breath, I felt Jarrod on top of me.  The
feeling emanating from my ass to my brain had blocked out the fact the
Jarrod had sprawled out over me.  His arms wormed up beneath my arms and he
now cupped my shoulders.  I now felt his warm breath on my left cheek as
his face was right next to mine.  He now had me pinned to the bed.  I was
putty in his hands.  His hips squirmed, ground up against me and slowly
pumped as I felt his cock fully embedded inside of me.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Jarrod moaned.  "That's what I'm talking about.
This is what you fucking ass is made for, ain't it, bitch?"

"Yes...yes...yes... " I sighed.  "Oh, yeah...Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me,"
I mumbled as the feeling was now one of indescribable pleasure.

"Yeah, bitch, you know what your ass is for, don't ya?" Jarrod said
directly in my ear.

Jarrod then began to get more aggressive.  Within minutes, he was pumping
in and out of me.  Alternating his deep strokes with quick swerves of his
hips that seemed to fill my crammed ass even more with his throbbing, rigid
cock.  My own cock was rock hard now and I began to push my ass up to meet
everyone of his downward thrusts.  I found myself shooting a load of cum
into the bed as Jarrod continued his humping deep into my ass.  I lost all
track of time.  My heart beat raced and my breath was coming in quick
gasps.

"Yeah, bitch, gimme that ass.  I'm gonna breed this fucking ass up good!"
Jarrod said as he pushed himself up.

I felt his hands pull from under me and land on my shoulders.

"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna pump this white boy ass!" Jarrod whelped as his
thrusting became even more intense.

"Aah...aah...ah...harder...harder...harder..." I found myself begging as I
turned my head sideways to observe Jarrod's muscular body looming large
behind me.

He then put a hand on the side of my face, pinning my head down into the
bed.  His thrusts became even more forceful.  The mattress seemed to be
bouncing and the bed frame was definitely creaking as he plowed that cock
hard and deep

"Damn, this is one fucking hot ass, pussy boy!" Jarrod wailed.  "I'm gonna
cum up this fucking ass, bitch.  I'm gonna fill it with my black man seed
you white slut!"

Then, suddenly, I felt it.  A warm sensation of his hot cum invaded my
bowels as Jarrod pumped a rich load into my burning ass.  Jarrod grunted
and groaned as he continued pumping his load.  When his cock finally spewed
forth its last gush of cum he pulled it from my ass.  Jarrod jerked himself
as the last few drops of cum dripped into the gaping hole that was now my
well used ass.  I jutted my sore ass upward.

"Yeah, baby, that's what I'm talking about.  You white pussy boys can't get
enough of a hard black cock pumping your hot, little fuck holes," Jarrod
chuckled.

For the remainder of his time there, Jarrod used my mouth and ass for his
pleasure several times a day.  I was at his beck and call and loving it.
On his last day there, I gave him my phone number and he promised to give
me a call after I got back home the following week.

To be continued...