Date: Thu, 02 Jan 2003 18:19:47 +0000
From: seth g <sethgfrd@hotmail.com>
Subject: unexpected seduction, part eleven

Disclaimer: The content of the following story is adult in nature.  Thus,
if you are not an adult, read no further.

Unexpected Seduction, part 11

After having been away from having sex with Matt for six long weeks, my ass
had returned to its usual size.  However, following the activities of the
previous night, it now had that warm soreness that I remember having when
Matt and I first began having sex together.  His black cock was thick, and
long, and always very hard.  At once it hurt and felt awesome.  When he
fucked me with it, I frequently came without even stimulating or touching
my own cock.  I think I liked lying on my back best as Matt fucked me.  I
could watch his incredibly muscled torso, his thick shoulders, the bulging
biceps with the veins showing in them, and the tightly defined abs, as all
of his muscles worked in unison and he pumped his thick black shaft in and
out of my tight white hole.  In this position, Matt would sometimes push my
legs from his shoulders to his sides, and lean into me to kiss me
passionately as he left his throbbing cock lodged deep up my ass.  I would
put my arms around him, and hold him as we locked in a lustful embrace.
And, when he would straighten up and begin pistoning in and out of me, he
would do this in a frenzy, pounding deep into my ass, and then pulling
almost all the way out with his rock hard nine inches.  Sometimes, his cock
would pop out of my ass, and at these times, he would frantically
reposition it and push in fast and hard, as if he could not stand even
momentarily to be out of my white pleasure pit.  And, when Matt would come
in me, the muscles of his entire body would tense and flex, and he would
hold them that way, squeezing all of the pleasure out of the climax that he
could.  Then, he would collapse on me, and remain hard in me for a long
time.  In fact, he seldom softened between each time he would cum.  Neither
of us did.

When I left Matt's that Saturday morning, he had asked me to come back that
night if I could.  I told him that I would like to, but I had made plans to
see the BC/Notre Dame game, and to go to some parties afterward.  I told
him that I would call him and stop by if I did not get too trashed, but
that was doubtful.  On the one hand, having been away from Lisa for six
weeks had allowed me to go to parties with my friends without always having
to behave myself as I did while Lisa and I were living together.  Of
course, now that I had had sex with Matt, I would go to these parties, look
at some of the guys there and wonder what it would be like to do it with
them in bed.  I suspected that some of these guys were thinking just as I
was, but were just as secretive about it as I now was.  Even though I was
scouting the guys, I was also growing in popularity with the women at these
gatherings because word has spread that Lisa and I were done.  After the
first three weeks of hitting some of these events with Jason and friends, I
was hit on regularly by some of the ladies I had spied lustfully in the
past.  Now, I still was aroused when in the company of these women, but I
also struggled with my conflicting thoughts about guys.

That night, since BC had won at home, the parties were especially wild.  I
had returned Lisa's frantic and sobbing calls of the previous night, and
was glad that she did not answer her cell.  I really did not want to get
into it with her, but I was also worried because it was clear that she was
still hurting very much, even though we had been apart for going on seven
weeks.  Her friends told me she was miserable, skipped a lot of classes,
was drinking too much.  But every time I let my mind wander back to that
night when I saw my black knight pumping my drunken princess, I got a sick
feeling in the pit of my stomach.  They looked like the perfect interracial
couple, he the muscled and handsome black stud fucking the very beautiful
and tight white coed.  And, she seemed to be loving the pounding Matt's
black shaft was giving to her.  That was a painful scene for me to
remember.  But, I really did believe that the next morning she had no idea
how it came about, neither did Matt.  I also felt guilty and hypocritical
about holding that against Lisa because the reality was that Matt and I had
been fucking secretly for the past eight months.  So in the same way that
Lisa had been unfaithful to me, so too had I cheated on her.  And, even
after six weeks, I missed her every day.

When Matt called in the early evening, I was cleaning up getting ready to
grab a sandwich with Jason before heading out to the night life ahead.
Matt said he wouldn't mind hitting a few of the parties with us if I didn't
mind.  I told him sure, and when he got to the apartment, I introduced him
to Jason as a friend of mine from the gym who was interested in checking
out the BC chicks.  And check them out he did.  While Matt hung fairly
close by to Jason and me at most places, he was quickly swarmed by horny
coeds who had never seen the handsome young black muscle stud before.  He
was used to this type of attention, and he handled it easily.  Matt did
not, however have too much to drink.  He kept himself pretty sober all
night.  It was at the third place we went that Lisa and some of her friends
came in.  I was talking with a couple of guys and chicks.  Lisa came over,
already on her way to another drunk I thought to myself.  She asked if we
could talk.  We did, and at first it was ok.  I loved the familiar smell of
her, and drank in her body, thinking that she was still fucking beautiful.
She touched my hand and arm a couple of times and it felt good.  I had no
idea where Matt had disappeared to, but I was uncomfortable that the two of
them might connect.  Matt told me he had not seen or heard from her since
his party.

I was beginning to think that maybe Lisa was actually doing better than I
had previously thought.  I felt myself drawn to her, because I had really
loved being with her, and doing everything with her.  We had been talking
for about fifteen minutes when she told me that her parents were asking for
me at Thanksgiving.  At that point, something happened and she just
dissolved.  "Seth, aren't you ever going to forgive me?  I can't stand
this.  I can't stand not having you with me.  Can't we just start over one
time?  Please Seth.."  And with that she began sobbing and crying
hysterically.  People around us who did not know us gave us glances
wondering what the hell had happened.

I felt embarrassed for Lisa, and I tried to comfort her, and I brought her
outside so we could talk more privately.  Once outside, I was able to calm
her down by admitting that I had missed her too, very much.  She said she
was afraid that she had already lost me, and I told her I had not seen
anyone on a date.  To that she asked where I had spent the previous night.
Immediately, I felt on guard.  I skirted the question, saying that I had
had too much to drink and crashed for the night at a friend's.  But she
knew I was lying, and she said that she deserved it if I had spent it with
some girl.  She did not push the issue any further.  Seeing that she was
near hammered, I talked her into letting me bring her home.  Once in our
apartment that I had not seen for a month and a half, I saw that nothing
had changed.  She still had pictures of us throughout the apartment.
  I felt a desire for things to be the way they had been between us, and
yet I did not think I was ready to let Matt go either.

We talked for quite a while, and Lisa tried to get me to go to bed with
her, but I told her I was not ready.  Actually, I really wanted to but for
some reason I didn't want to make it that easy for her.  She knew that she
almost had me because when she grabbed my crotch through my pants, I was on
my way to being totally hard.  I left her asleep in bed at about two in the
morning.  I kissed her, remembering the soft lips and the beautiful body
that went with them.  Once outside, I called Matt to see if he was still up
to company.

"Dude, of course I do." Matt responded.  "Get your pretty white ass here as
fast as you can.  By the way, I got out of sight at the party as soon as I
saw Lisa.  I don't think she saw me.  That wound not have been pretty!"

At Matt's I was let in by my handsome friend and lover who was dressed in
navy blue silk boxers.  His cocoa colored body with its thin waist with its
tight muscles looked incredible with only the boxers on.  Once through the
door, we embraced and locked in a long and deep kiss.

"I was afraid that you would not come tonight.  I need you here, dude.
And, I am so fuckin happy that you finally have come."

"Me too." I managed.

We got naked and spent the next three or four hours doing the same stuff we
had done the night before.  I must have fucked Matt six times, each time on
his back as I slowly pushed my white wand into his hot black hole.  I loved
pinching his nipples as I pumped him.  He would gasp, and moan, and yell
out as I pumped in and out of him.  And then I would see his milky white
cum spurt from his thick black rocket.  For his part, Matt fucked me in a
bunch of different positions, and the feel of his thick black rod deep in
my ass was amazing.  I was impressed with our resilience, our ability to
stay so hard for so long.  We were both so turned on by one another.
Finally, we fell asleep together.  It must have been eleven in the morning
when his phone awakened both of us.  His bicep bulged as he brought the
phone to his ear.  His form was fantastic.  When he got off the phone, I
moved in and fucked him for the last time, watching in the filtered
daylight his body spasm as my cock brought him to another climax.  And one
final time, I watched Matt's beautiful form fuck me, a sight I won't
forget.

"Dude, I think I know what you're thinking.  You are always a hot fuck.
But you are detached Seth.  You want to go back to her, don't you?"  How he
could tell this, I don't really know, but he was right.

"I think so." Was all I said.

I drove to Lisa's that afternoon.

The following day, I gave the gym a two-week notice that I was quitting.  I
couldn't work there everyday and see Matt and not want him.  I moved back
with Lisa, and have thought about Matt many, many times since then.  I am
still attracted to guys, but am genuinely happy with Lisa.

Matt was the only guy I ever did anything with, and even now that it is
four years later, I see him occasionally at sporting events.  We have not
ever connected in these past four years, and we won't.  But we are still
friendly when we see one another.  Lisa and I have been married for just
under two years now.  I am glad that I wrote this story.  Lisa has no clue
that Matt and I did anything for the period of time that we did.  I guess
that I had to try it, and I think that I am glad I did, especially with
Matt.

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