Date: Thu, 19 Feb 1998 07:58:56 -0600
From: Jason Simon <okcgwm@aol.com>
Subject: Jacob and Dameian (m/m, fantasy, interracial)

Jacob and Dameian (m/m, fantasy, interracial)

OK-the usual disclaimer would apply here. I retain all copyrights to this
story?please e-mail me before posting, or reposting it. I admit, this is my
first time, so comments are VERY encouraged. Tell me if I even have a CLUE
as to what I am doing. If not, please tell me what I can do to improve.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated and I thank you ahead of
time.
-- JP

Jacob sat in his bedroom when he decided that he would go ahead and go
out. Jacob sat on the edge of his bed, putting on the Levi's, debating
which club in Dallas to go to. He liked JR's, but ever since the remodeling
the crowd there gets a little silly, something Jacob doesn't necessarily
deal well with. After debating between Village Station ("James or Joe? I
always forget that bartender's name in the back, with the ponytail?"), and
the Round-Up ("Am I in a C&W kind of mood tonight?"), he went off the board
and headed down Cedar Springs to Throckmorton.  When he turned onto
Throckmorton, he finds a parking place right up front ("Doris Day Parking"
as one of Jacob's sassier friends called it), and proceeded in to
Throckmorton Mining Company.

Throckmorton Mining Company is one of the smaller bars in the Big D, but it
does have its charm. What Jacob likes about this bar is its lack of
pretentiousness. These people (for better or worse) come here as
themselves, mostly?not to show off the newest Tommy-style shirt or
Calvin-anything. This isn't an S&M bar - stand and model, but rather a
find-some-drinks-some-pool-and-some-dudes kind of place. And Jacob's in
that kind of mood tonight.

He fits in here well -- he stands 6'1" and weighs in at 180 lbs. of lean
meat -- he's quite a sight with his shirt off, and his long black hair
cascades down over his shoulders, accenting his charcoal grey eyes. He
looks around the room, to see if there is anyone that grabs his interest on
this Friday night. That's about when he sees Dameian.

Dameian is from New Orleans. He's about 5'11" and carries about 150 pounds
of ebony muscle. His dark-rich-caramel skin sets a light backdrop for his
braids that come splashing down across his defined shoulders which hint at
his defined body. The scintillating black silk long-sleeve shirt shows that
the shoulders aren't lying. In fact, it was that shirt that caught Jacob's
attention. This wasn't the first time that Jacob laid eyes on Dameian. He
has seen him here before once and once back in New Orleans. In fact, it was
the time that Jacob discovered the Power. Jacob recalled that night ...

It was a sweet-smooth night, that evening three years ago, in the Big Easy,
during Labor Day Weekend which is known around the world as Southern
Decadence, a mini-Mardi Gras, of sorts. Jacob had been in French Quarter
the entire evening, and was now sitting on the corner of Rampart and
St. Ann, resting, waiting for the guy from Wolfendale's to come out with
his phone number. As he sat there, Jacob noticed that a guy was sitting on
stoop just down the street. He still wasn't sure what it was about the man
that made him look, but there was some not-quite-right quality about
him. Jacob felt drawn to go over to him-again this was very out of
character. Here's a man who has never been in a large city like this
before, at 3 a.m., walking over to a strange man on a dark street in a
pulsing city. But Jacob did it. But, as he crossed the street, a car came
around the corner-Jacob still remembers to this date that it was a White
Grand Am, which honked at him. After turning to the car, he dived out of
the way, but the man is gone when he went back to look. All that shows
Jacob that he hadn't totally lost his mind was a small leather-bound worn
book. The front was written in a language he didn't understand, but the
inside was all in English. And that was the beginning of a distinct change
for Jacob.

"What can I get for ya?"

The bartender's words brought Jacob back into the present.

"Crown and Coke."

As the bartender made his drink, Jacob decided to go talk to
Dameian. Dameian was in the far corner, by the pinball machines, so Jacob
weaved his way through the dim-red-lit-smoke-filled room over to Dameian.

Dameian saw Jacob coming toward him and thought, "he looks familiar." Then
Dameian remembered the guy from another time he was out (Moby Dick's?
Village Station?) and saw this guy out. He was out on the dance floor,
groovin', just playin' around, not seriously dancing, but the lithe
movements he made attracted Dameian to him, but in that infamous game of
cat-and-mouse played at the bars, Dameian lost him at some point in the
evening. He ended up going home to beat off to some pornos he had that
night.

"Hi."

Dameian's face smoothed into a smile. "Hi. What's goin' on?"

"Not much." Jacob said. "How 'bout you and I finish what we started back in
New Orleans?"

Dameian didn't remember him from his hometown, but all of sudden he felt
like this was a wonderful idea. He had been out long enough to know that he
wasn't interested in anyone out, and he was feeling incredibly horny. So,
he decided to take this stranger up on his offer. He followed Jacob out the
door and to his car. They talked most of the way home, mostly about
Southern Decadence, and the Dallas scene.

After chatting with Jacob, and feeling that they were on the same
wavelength, Dameian leaned over and started to kiss him. The lick each
other's lips, tasting each other's taste, as they sat in Jacob's
driveway. Finally, Jacob convinced Dameian to continue all of this inside
the house. They got in, and sat on the edge of the bed in Jacob's
candle-lit, vast bedroom, teasing each other with kisses. Dameian started
feeling Jacob's body through his clothing -- rubbing his pecs, and then his
abs. He reached down and started rubbing Jacob's crotch, and felt the big
dick that the pants were barely containing. This made his own shaft leap to
attention as he stroked through the fabric the hard white meat that wanted
so desperately to come out.

"Ya trust me?" Jacob asked.

"Sure," Dameian quickly replied.

"I'm going to show you a good time -- one that you have never, ever had
before. But I need you to undress, and relax."

"Ummm -- OK." Dameian wasn't sure why he trusted this complete stranger, so
he did as he was told. He stripped down in front of the beautiful
dark-haired man. He was proud of his chiseled, tight frame, with his ebony
tool jutting out before him, hard, seeking a warm mouth to take it. Jacob
reached out and put his lips around the tip of his tool.

Dameian felt a tingle all over. "Now just relax, and I will show you the
time of your life." Dameian couldn't even tense if he had wanted to. He was
lying in an incredibly soft bed, with this beautiful stranger over him, be
it felt so good. He watched as Jacob started sucking on his seven-inch
ebony shaft, going up and down on it. It was quite the sight to see this
white man's lips wrapped around his dark shaft, coming all the way down to
the hand surrounding the base. But it felt different. Something is going
on. Something unusual. He watched and figured out that his dick looked
bigger. It looked longer. When Jacob took a rest between strokes and let
his dick just fall, he knew something was up (no pun intended): his dick
came up to his belly button. It had never reached that far before. Jacob
slid his mouth down on it, as Dameian could feel his mouth slide around his
dick. He felt it hit the back of Jacob's mouth, and then he felt the
intense friction, and subsequent suction that told Dameian that Jacob was
deep-throating him. It felt so incredible. His dick just kept growing. He
was in heaven, never noticing that Jacob never had to take a breath, as he
face-fucked Jacob. When he slowed for a minute to take his dick out, he
slid it out, and slid it out, and slid it out! It was three times the size
it was going in, it reached past his belly button and now the beautiful
dark shaft was well on his way up his abs!

"I know you are confused. Just wait. It will get more interesting before
this is all over." Jacob leaned in and kissed Dameian. Dameian felt like
something transpired in that kiss, because he wasn't worried. In fact, he
thought, this could be fun!

That's when Jacob did the most amazing thing. Dameian was lying there, on
his back, enjoying one of the best blow jobs his 7 inch - well, now 15-1/2
inch -- dick has ever had, and then Dameian started feeling a tongue in his
ass. It felt so good, licking around the rim of his smooth black ass,
probing inside him, warm, slick, slithering around in him. He then realized
that he had never turned over, but Jacob had flipped the bottom half of him
over. He was looking down at his own ass!

"I've turned you into a sort of human Silly Putty. I can mold you, shape
you, shift you, twist you, make you into whatever you want to be. Into
whatever I want you to be!"

With that Jacob slid up Dameian's hard smooth body, and plunged his 8-inch
dick right into Dameian's ass. It didn't hurt because his ass was putty
(literally) around Jacob's hard white dick. He leaned forward and kissed
Jacob, sucking on his tongue, while Jacob smoothed his dick in and out of
his bubble-butt. He fucked in and out of Dameian, and it felt so good for
the both of them.

Jacob reached over and started jacking off Dameian, and brought his dick
around to his own lips. Dameian stared, as Jacob, while still inside his
ass, was sucking on his huge black pole. It looked more like a black snake
now, as Jacob looked up at Dameian.

"How 'bout something you never thought possible!" Jacob said. And with
that, he stretched Dameian's dick up to Dameian's own mouth! Dameian
naturally opened his mouth, and in came his very own dick! It felt
incredible! Dameian was lying there, face-up, with his ass in the air too,
with this longhaired white boy pummeling it, and his very own dick
stretched around up into his own mouth! Dameian was sucking furiously on
his own dick. It was so intense a feeling that he shot a creamy load into
his own mouth. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed into Dameian's own
mouth. He sucked out every drop of cum out of his dick.

"Now taste me!" Jacob announced his climax, and shot a hot load of man-milk
into Dameian's ass, and Dameian felt it go into him. He felt it boil in his
nuts. Then, all of a sudden, Dameian felt another climax, this one harder
then the one that he just shot not ten seconds before, as Jacob's cum
traveled up Dameian's shaft and out through his tip, shooting more cum into
Dameian's mouth, until the white fluid spilled out of Dameian's soft, full
lips, and dripped down his ebony skin, landing on his shoulders?

And that was just the beginning -- Jacob made sure of that ...


Jacob and Dameian Part 2

Lying on his back on the soft bed, Dameian awoke from a hard sleep, opening
his eyes in this foreign bedroom. It only took a few minutes for Dameian to
get reacquainted with the room that he had been in for the last 12
hours. He felt tore up after last night. It was an incredible event. For
the first time, he had swallowed his own cum--which in itself was not that
amazing--had it not been for the fact that he had swallowed his own dick!
He immediately looked down. He was intact. In fact, he was normal. No weird
three-foot stretched dick, no 180° -flipped waist. He was lying in this
plush down feather bed naked, back to how he was before. Before last
night. He smiled to himself as his hand glided down his body. There's just
something to feeling yourself just to make sure which part was dream and
which part was reality, he thought. He smoothed over his silky skin,
enjoying his own touch, rubbing his abs. He readjusted his spent dick and
turned onto his side. He moved his braids out from underneath his smooth
black shoulder, and went back to sleep. He was jostled out of this dream
state by someone shaking him. It was Jacob, smiling, his own black hair
sliding down his olive-smooth, naked upper torso.

"Dame, wake up."

"I think I need to rest a little longer.  Last night was definitely --
energy-draining. I don't think I'm still quite sure what the hell
happened."

Jacob smiled. There was something definitely unique about Dame, and he knew
that from back at the club in New Orleans. Just staring at him lying on his
side with his beautiful braids swaying down over the pillow and his
peaceful, full lips was enough to get Jacob aroused.

"Are you ready for some more?"

Dameian couldn't help but smile. Jacob was good people. Logic told him that
he really couldn't make that kind of an assessment without really spending
some time with him, and getting to know his values and morals, but there
was something inside of Dameian that told him just that: Jacob was good
people. And a fine-ass dude, at that.

Jacob was debating what to do with this man this morning, as he saw Dameian
squint against the incoming sunlight, his sweet lips broken in a smile that
showed his pearl-whites. "What route to go this morning?"

"Is this going to be a repeat of last night?" Dameian said. "I'm not sure
my body is up for that."

"Dame, everything I do to you is just as easily undone. I do this to make
the lovemaking more interesting. We can have just as great of a time
without doing anything `special.' But hey, `if you got it--flaunt it,'
isn't that how it goes?"

At the concept of being under this man's control, Dameian's dick rose to
attention, rising all seven inches, which was about four inches too many to
go unnoticed.

"Ahhh, we've got a player!" Jacob grinned. "Well, it looks like although
your head isn't too sure about the whole concept, your other head has just
sold you down the river. Well, be prepared. And let the games begin!"

Dameian couldn't help but laugh, as Jacob launched onto him on the bed,
wrestling him down, and sliding down onto Dameian's dick, which by that
time was at full-mast. Jacob slowly encircled his lips around the dark-pink
head of his cock, and started sucking on it, licking it, and making it a
part of him. Dameian's body relaxed as he felt a tingle throughout him, but
he didn't care. He felt like he was in good hands. Jacob started going up
and down on Dameian, feeling his dick with his tongue, letting the thick
black dick fill his mouth, and slowly nestle into the back of the throat
before slowly going back up on it and repeating the process. Dameian's hips
ground into Jacob's mouth as it hit the back of the throat, and Dameian
felt his cock go into Jacob's throat and slide down it, as Jacob reached
the base of the dick and rubbed his nose into the curly black pubes.

As Dameian started fucking Jacob's throat, he noticed that Jacob hadn't
come up for air. "Must be that magic," he thought, and started bucking his
hips harder into his mouth. His mouth felt incredible. He was sucking on
his dick and moving up and down on it, smoothly: it felt like this was
where his dick was made to go. It was hot, smooth, sweet,
horny-make-you-moan sex. Just the way that Dameian liked it.

Jacob was slurping up that dick, having it fill him, feeling it in his
throat, feeling at home here. He had gotten out his eight inch dick and was
jacking off as he filled himself of Dameian. It felt like deepthroating a
warm popsicle, he thought, but this one didn't have a flavor, just a cool
noise it would make. They flipped over and Dameian was grinding into
Jacob's mouth, as Jacob sprawled out on the bed. He was pinned to the bed
by Dameian's dick. He went down to the root on Dameian, and held it there,
tightening his throat, undulating the swallowing mechanism of it around
this beautiful prick, and with each squeeze, forced another moan out of
Dameian. It was a low, hard, sexy-ass moan. One that actually got Jacob to
stroke his big dick even faster.

Jacob grabbed Dameian's ass, and clenched it, pushing more of Dameian into
his mouth, just holding the ass he rode the night past. It felt so smooth
and tight in his hands. Either from having his rod in his mouth, or from
the caressing of his butt cheeks, Dameian flexed his butt and his dick, and
it had the effect of forcing more dick down Jacob's throat.

It was at this point that Jacob felt Dameian get harder. He felt him get a
little wider (he was thinking to himself that he didn't know this was
possible without a little help from him), and the animalistic groan of
Dameian's eeked out a "I'm gonna cum." He felt the first pulse inside
Dameian's dick and kept the dick in his throat and started using his
muscles swallowing. Each time he swallowed, Dameian's "Uhhh--" staccatoed
higher into a "Damn" and then dropped again. He just kept his throat
wrapped around Dameian's dick, feeling the warm, pulsing power of it. Jacob
pulled halfway off so he could taste some of Dameian's cum. It was actually
a little sweeter than one would expect. It surprised Jacob as he milked the
dick with his left hand into his mouth. Dameian started to lurch forward as
he squeezed out the last of this shot onto his awaiting pink tongue.

Dameian was covered in sweat, and from the waist up, looked like he'd
played a mean game of 1-on-1 with someone. Jacob sat up and smiled at
Dameian. "Damn, dude, that was hot."

Dameian looked at him, winded, and said "You tellin' me?" He laughed.

Jacob grinned. He kneed himself up on the bed and kissed him on the
lips. "Man, he's got some sweet soft lips" he thought to himself. "See?" He
said out loud. "We can have a pretty good time without having to do
anything supernatural."

"That was pretty damn hot, man."

"Let's see how hot you think this is--"

Jacob laid back, and went spread-eagle around Dameian's torso, jacking
off. He stroked his dick back and forth while inching up onto Dameian. He
could feel Dameian's spent dick slowly coming back to life. He stroked his
dick two-handed, looking up into the liquid eyes of his partner, which were
focused on him jacking off.

"You want to know how that feels? Most people think it's kinda weird the
technique I use to jack off."

"I'm--it's intriguing."

Although Dameian was trying to mask his interest, his face testified
against him. Jacob was making all the gyrations of a bottom at him, and
Dameian's dick thought it was a pretty good idea. He was voting, by pushing
up on Jacob's round ass.

"You have a condom, man?" Dameian said.

"You don't have to use one with me. I have that taken care of."

"Sure, man. I still prefer to use one."

"I understand, and I'll go get you one, but I want you to know that in this
case it's unnecessary. In day to day stuff man, yeah, you should, but with
me, because of what I can do, you don't -- sorry, this is spoiling the mood
-- hang on."

Jacob got up and went to his dresser and got Dameian a condom. He unwrapped
it for him, and slid it down on Dameian's dick. It was a solid black
condom, and just made his dick look like one of those huge dicks that you
always hear about a friend of a friend of a friend riding.

Dameian positioned himself back between Jacob's thighs with his dick
pointing right up at Dameian. He maneuvered a little bit to get inside of
Jacob, and slid in just a little bit. Jacob let fly a "mmmm" that graveled
across Dameian's body.

"This is an ass you won't soon forget, Dame."

Dameian smiled his sweet, crooked smile, cocking his head to the left, as
he pushed in a little more. "Which ass? This one? This one right here?" And
with that pushed in more, causing Jacob's eyes to close and a face full of
ecstasy to form. Jacob continued jacking off his dick, as Dameian gave him
a little more, right as Jacob groaned in the affirmative to Dameian's
rhetorical questions. His hole pulsed with every stroke he gave his hard
dick. In fact, Dame felt the insides of Jacob stroking his dick. It felt
incredible, tight. He pushed in a little more. "You like that, don't you,
J-man?! Huh? You want more?"

Dameian pushed his thick pole all the way inside Jacob, stabbing through
him, it felt like. Dame then felt Jacob tighten on the tip of his dick,
squeezing his dick. He started to back up, and back out, but he
couldn't. He physically couldn't move back. The grip inside Jacob was
holding Dameian, not in an uncomfortable way, but just holding him, teasing
him. Slowly Dameian felt the grip on his dick slide down his pole, and the
go back up the pole, milking his dick. He saw stars with his eyes closed it
felt that fucking good to him. This stroke kept going slowly up and down
his dick, grabbing him at the base, and gliding up his dick, increasing
pressure as it got to his mushroom headed prick. He opened his eyes to see
an unusual sight.

"Told you you've never fucked an ass like this before."

Jacob was still in the same position that Dameian had him in from
before. What had changed was Jacob's dick. Jacob was jacking off in front
of Dameian, but with Dameian's dick. Dameian stared as he could feel every
stroke that Jacob was doing with his black dick, probably because there it
was in front of him getting jacked off. It was actually a weird sight for
Dameian to see: there was Jacob, on his back, his black hair behind him,
disheveled, stroking a sweet, ebony dick, up and down on his ivory skin. It
might have looked out of place, but by Dameian's standards, it couldn't
have been anywhere better. He could feel the warmth of Jacob's ass, the
palm of his hand, the strength of his grip, and his weird technique of
twisting his wrist as he comes up ...

Jacob saw the expression on Dameian's face. Of all the things he liked to
do with another man using the Power, this was one of his favorites. It was
an incredible mixture of feelings: first of all, the look of having this
obsidian cock rising out of his own pubic hair is an unbelievable sight,
and then to feel his hand around it, blood pulsing through it; feeling his
dick in there too, like jacking two people off at the exact same time with
the exact same stroke; enjoying the sensation of being fucked, filled with
this handsome man's dick; and the pleasure of knowing that he was
pleasuring Dameian too. He knew this because as he approached his climax,
he knew that Dameian was too. In fact, because their dicks were both one,
he knew that he was going to shoot when Dameian shot. And to speed matters
along, Dameian's innate sense of topping Jacob made him hit his prostate
with every wiggle, every stroke.

Then, Dameian, on his haunches, saw happen again what transpired the night
previous. He watched as his dick grew with each stroked. It lengthened as
Jacob jacked it off toward him, slowly growing with each two-handed tug
that the white boy pulled. It got a little thicker, and passed Jacob's abs,
and then Jacob's sternum. This was incredibly hot, Dameian thought. He was
amazed in all of his experiences with white guys--well, make that with
anyone--he had never seen something like this! Jacob curled in and started
sucking the tip of his own/their dick, and Dameian with his dick in Jacob's
ass could feel his sweet lips wrapped around the tip!

It was getting really hot in this room for them, and sweat was mingling in
the air, as was the sugary smell of sex. Without even looking down
(although he was absolutely compelled to), Dameian could tell that Jacob
was deep-throating his dick, swallowing on it again, but there was a
definite difference this time. As the pending orgasm started to coalesce,
and Dameian's vision started to cloud, he saw the image he will always
remember: Dameian's silk chocolate body, squatted back, with Jacob's legs
straddling him. Between Jacob's legs, just below the surface, Dameian's
dick was working overtime rubbing Jacob's prostate, in a condom. But right
there, in plain view, hard as a Milli Vanilli Reunion, was Dameian's dick
and balls, growing out of Jacob's crotch instead of the smooth pink dick
and wrinkled sac that had been there minutes ago. Dameian's dick inside the
condom walls was feeling everything that Jacob was doing to it, which
currently was sucking it. Jacob had stretched Dameian's/his own/their dick
to about 32 inches long, and now was halfway down Jacob's throat.

Jacob opened his eyes as he felt the mounting tension, and slowly he curled
his toes. In fact, he felt them pass the point of no return, and felt them
reach a higher peak than he had ever been on, than he had ever known. He
came off of sucking that dick to say "Oh my God! Holy -- Damei-- This
is--I'm gonna--"

At the exact same time, Dameian felt the increase in stroke, the tighter
grip, and knew he was about to cum. Jacob quickly went back down on the
thing, swallowing it. Through the panting, Dameian managed a savage growl
with utterances that no one would understand just as the first load shot
out of his/their dick. It expanded in Jacob's throat, and he could feel the
pulsating cock spraying down his throat. It was incredible for Jacob
because not only could he feel his dick pulse, but also he could feel it
pulsing in his throat. And when he swallowed around it, his dick registered
that sensation for him too. And each time his dick pulsed, Dameian's dick
in his ass pulsed against his prostate, causing another spasm.

Dameian was just as leveled. As he shot, he could feel the inside of
Jacob's tight ass tighten, right as Jacob swallowed. But since he was
staring at his stretched dick in Jacob's mouth, in effect, he was getting a
blowjob. That sight really got him horny, and subsequently kept him
shooting. He felt like Jacob's ass was pulling cum out of him, as he kept
shooting. Finally, they both felt this climax ebb.

As the spasms that follow such an intense climax ceased, Dameian collapsed
on top of Jacob, and looking at him through a forest of braids, smiled a
bright Cheshire Cat smile.

"That--That was -- incred-- just simpl-- I'm impressed, man" Dameian
stuttered, between breaths.

Jacob smiled his lopsided smile and said, "I definitely can't take all the
credit."

Dameian grinned. They fell asleep in that position, with Jacob lying on his
back, and Dameian on top, and in him. They both had grins that lasted
through the rest of the afternoon.


[Did you like? I can continue if you like?I have some other ideas, just
want to know if I'm doing this right, since this is my first time and all?]