Urban Delights

by Emeric Varady

  Oh, yeah! Big black cock! Just one of the many delights which the United States had to offer a gay man! And, in Zeke’s case, it was an abundant offering indeed!

  “All right, stud,” I said. “You’re in there. All the way in there. Now fuck my ass! Don’t rush it. Make it last for a long time.”

  As I spoke, I thrust my buttocks up at his groin, and for a moment his cock sank even deeper into me. When I pressed my body back down on the bed, he drew his dick partway out of my hole, but then he slammed it back into place. I repeated my motion a few times, to get our humping rhythm started and to make it clear to my fucker that I was willing and happy to be on the receiving end of some rough treatment. Then he took over, taking the hint, and he began to drive his prick in and out of me quite aggressively. I sure liked the way that felt!

  “Oh, yeah! Hell, yeah!” I gloated.

  Zeke paused for a moment, keeping his cock planted inside me, but not thrusting. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  Whorishly, I squirmed my behind, grinding my ass cheeks up at him. “No, big guy, you’re not hurting me at all. You’re making me feel damn good.”

  “Some guys can’t take it like this—this rough,” he said.

  “Well, I sure as hell can!” And I continued to prove that to him. I contracted my anal muscles, squeezing his dick. “You may plow when ready,” I invited Zeke.

  “You like having that black cock up your ass, huh?”

  “Love it. Can’t get enough of it. Come on, give it to me! Fuck me hard!”

  “Wow—I knew you’d be hot—but I didn’t think you’d be this wild!”

  He resumed his humping, more slowly this time, pulling his cock nearly all of the way out of my ass and then pushing it back into me. I could feel every inch of him barreling through my anal tunnel each time he repeated the motion. It seemed as though we had merged into one entity, so that I could no longer tell where his body ended and mine began. He was inserted deep into my anus, which spasmed in delirious acceptance around his bulky manhood.

  “Harder, stud,” I told him. “Don’t be afraid to fuck me harder, as hard as you want to, as hard as you can. Go ahead, really pound my ass! I like it—I want it!” I was being a bossy bottom, demanding that my fucker use his cock to satisfy me. But Zeke didn’t seem to mind!

  He began to pump more rapidly, his movements less controlled. His big, meaty thighs slapped noisily and indeed rather uncomfortably against mine as he drove that thick black dick in and out of me. His huge arms were wrapped around my body, holding my chest tightly against his. His breath was hot and moist on the back of my neck. His sweat mingled with mine. His legs squeezed mine from the outsides, pressing them tightly together, as he jackhammered his prick harder and faster into me with each new thrust, really punishing my ass.

  He began to gasp for breath, his inhalations and exhalations sounding more like sobs of desperation than indications of pleasure. He bit my neck again, more fiercely.

  Oh, yeah! I was being fucked by a big, muscular man, whose huge hard cock was really stretching and filling and pummeling my ass! What bliss! But like so many good things, this erotic ecstasy couldn’t last indefinitely. At the risk of sounding immodest, I was just too good a fuck. My talented and well-trained anus was doing too efficient a job of coaxing Zeke toward orgasm, of forcing my fucker to expel his sperm.

  “I’m going to come!” Zeke bellowed, like a rutting bull. “Yeah, you’re about to get it, white boy! A big load of cum in your ass!”

  “Go on, come, stud,” I urged him. “Come in me! Give me everything you’ve got!”

  He drove down hard into me. He began to pull back out, but then he seemed to change his mind—or the climactic lust racking his body took over, changing his mind for him—and instead he thrust forward again, extra hard this time. An instant later, he began spurting inside me, jet after jet of fresh, hot fuck fluid. I could feel every squirt, every pulsation of his prick as it unloaded, filling my anal depths with sperm. It was too much for me to take. I felt a surge of response rush through my body, and I realized that I was ejaculating, too, helplessly. I fired my own charge of seed onto the bed while he continued to pour his into me.

  The football star had scored a touchdown, that was for sure! But, with my ass burning and tingling as a result of the stud’s prolonged use of my hole, I felt like a winner, too!

  Chapter Eight: The Rousing Conclusion to My First American Porn Stint

  Knowing that I could rely on Sandor to be discreet, I told him that my second Florida trick had been a pro athlete, and apparently a celebrity, in the States. Sandor, to my surprise, actually knew who Zeke was.

  “I didn’t know you liked American football,” I said.

  “Big men in tight pants—what’s not to like?” Sandor retorted.

  I didn’t reveal Zeke’s identity to any of the other guys.

  “It’s hard to decide which is better, black cock, or brown,” Sandor remarked, after we’d traded detailed, lurid accounts of our most recent sexual adventures.

  “Close your eyes, and they feel the same,” I suggested. “This whole race and ethnicity thing—fetishizing men of color—it’s all in the mind, really.”

  “Which doesn’t make it any less real,” Sandor argued. “Any less potent, so to speak. A guy should be flattered that you like his looks, that there’s something about him which really arouses a response in you and turns you on. Whether it’s blond hair, blue eyes, and a pale skin, or a dark skin, with hair and eyes—and dick flesh color!—to match.”

  “Um, maybe you’ve got a point, buddy,” I conceded. “I’d like to meet a guy who fetishizes Hungarians. Poles, Czechs, Germans, Austrians, Yugoslavs, Romanians—no, none of them does it for him. It’s got to be a genuine, full-blooded Hungarian who gets his motor going.”

  Sandor laughed. “We’re doing all right, here. The locals seem to find us exotic—and sexy. Must be our accents, when we speak English.”

  “Must be what we say in English,” I suggested. “Such as, ‘Want to fuck?’ Or ‘While I’m here in Florida, I want to get as much American cock as I can.’ Or ‘I know I look butch, but I’m really a dirty sex pig who’ll do just about anything.’ Or—”

  “Or,” Sandor said, interrupting me, “in your case—‘Back home in Hungary, I’m a porn star and a popular escort, but here in the States, when I’m not actually working as a porn performer or a male whore, I’m giving it away for free, to all comers.’ That seems to be getting results.”

  “Aw, shut up,” I grumbled.

  My final sequence in the video involved me and Diego, another Hispanic stud whom Brash had recruited. Diego was a fellow bodybuilder, with a really fine physique. I was excited by the prospect of working with him, and I thought that Brash had chosen well.

  Gradually, though, I began to have a few misgivings.

  Diego was a guy who identified himself as straight, but gay for pay. Rather tiresomely, he kept yapping about his girlfriend, whom he hadn’t bothered to marry, even though they had two small children together. Diego’s top priority seemed to be the establishment of his heterosexual credentials. He wasn’t gay. Oh, no! God forbid!

  Surrounded by uninhibited gay men in the house, Diego seemed a little uneasy, as though he was afraid he might be molested at any moment. Given the high sex drives of all the residents, maybe he was right to be worried!

  Sandor had a different take on the situation.

  “Gay for pay?” my buddy scoffed. “Isn’t that just shorthand for, ‘I don’t want my wife or my girlfriend to know how much I enjoy having sex with men for money?’ It’s only a short step from gay for pay to gay for fun.”

  “Well,” I said, flippantly, “I’ll see whether I can convert Diego to our way of thinking, during our scene.”

  Sandor laughed. “The poor guy doesn’t know what he’s in for!”

  Diego was yet another one in the seemingly endless series of hot Hispanic guys whom Brash had recruited to work for him, to appear in his porn
videos. I had to hand it to Brash. He certainly had a good eye. He knew potential talent when he saw it. And the men he persuaded to work for him were invariably as sexy as hell!

  Diego was no exception. He was a real prize! He was a handsome guy with a great body, but, before we did our scene, I became increasingly apprehensive. I’d worked in porn with gay for pay performers back home. Some were so “into it” that it was hard to believe they weren’t wholeheartedly gay in their private lives. But others tended to be a bit wooden and reserved in front of the camera, which was no fun for me—or for the audience.

  Diego was so adamant, so insistent, about the fact that he was straight, and that he was willing to have sex with another man just for the money, that I feared he would turn out to be a dud, rather than a stud.

  Jesus, dude, get over yourself, already, will you! I thought. In anticipation of our scene, I couldn’t help being a little skeptical, and pessimistic.

  Our sequence had a sort of a token scenario. Diego woke up in bed, in one of the guest rooms in Bo and Trent’s house. Naked except for a pair of skimpy black cotton briefs, he hauled his ass out of bed, stretched, and wandered out of the house, onto the terrace beside the pool. He showed off his body to the sun—and to Jerry’s camera. There, though, I was waiting—bare-assed, hard-cocked naked, exposing myself to the bright morning sun. Diego led me back into the bedroom, where we got it on. It may not have been compelling drama, but it was a quick and efficient setup which led to some extremely hot sex.

  On the bed, amidst the mussed sheets, I got down on my knees beside Diego. Maybe a bit brusquely, I pulled down his black briefs. “Get these off,” I told him. “And give it up.” I was speaking as much to Diego himself as to the fictional character he was portraying, letting him know that, while the camera was rolling, I wasn’t going to put up with any of that gay for pay nonsense. The stud had better put out! And pretend that he was enjoying it!

  Somewhat reassuringly, his cock sprang up from his groin, firm and hard.

  I wadded up his briefs, held them to my face, and I inhaled his musky crotch scent, which lingered on the underwear.

  “Yeah, fucker. I can smell your manhood on this underwear,” I gloated, brazenly. “Smells good! Gets me hot!”

  To prove just how hot I was, I slipped in between his legs, kneeling on the bed, and I reached down for Diego’s cock and I held it securely in my fist. I felt it pulsing, quite strongly. Lowering my head, I kissed both of his thighs, trailing my tongue wetly down between his legs until my nose was pressed into his ball sac and I could lick his testicles, rub my lips over them, and pull them inside my mouth.

  I sucked on his balls, which made him gasp and squirm.

  “Yeah, man, suck on my fucking nuts! Uh, you really know how to do it, how to turn a guy on! That feels good!” Diego exclaimed.

  Well, I concluded, at least once he gets warmed up, he puts on a pretty plausible gay act! Things were going better than I’d anticipated. I felt a rush of excitement sweep through me as I mouthed those big balls. There was something perversely arousing about making love to a straight guy, breaking down his defenses, showing him what a gay man could do for him.

  Diego’s hands touched my head, and he gently urged me to release his balls. He lifted me up so that my mouth hovered just above the swollen tip of his cock. “Go ahead,” he begged, pushing me down on his dick. “Go ahead and suck it. Suck it for me! Please!”

  I felt his glans rub against my lips, smooth and hard, the piss slit leaking pre-cum, which I licked up with a swipe of my tongue. Opening my mouth wide, I went down on it. The thickness and hardness of his potent fuck tool filled my mouth and rammed deep into my throat, as I closed my lips around the circumference of the bloated shaft, and Diego pressed my head all the way down on him.

  “Whore! Gay whore! Suck it, you dirty cocksucker!” he gasped. “Take it all the way in your mouth and down your throat, you queer man cunt, you! Suck it! Oh, suck that cock, you dirty fag!”

  Now he was getting personal!

  I was willing to blow him, but I’d be damned if I was willing to let him get away with thinking that I was the kind of a mindless cocksucker who’d be grateful to suck on just any arrogant man’s dick!

  I derived a sadistic pleasure from sinking my teeth into his turgid cock flesh!

  “Ah! Shit! Hell!” he yelled, as I bit into his penis.

  I took pity on him, releasing the pressure right away, but it still gave me a good deal of satisfaction to hear him whimper, while his body quivered with aftershocks. I continued suck his vulnerable cock, and I was certain that the possibility that I might bite him again was going through his mind. He seemed a lot less sure of himself! The cocky bastard was being put in his place.

  I treated Diego to a damn fine blow job, if I do say so myself. But Brash had already told Diego that he was going to have to let me fuck him. A bit reluctantly, the gay for pay stud had agreed. He didn’t get fucked that often, he said, and he hoped I’d go easy on him, at least at first. Now, I was really looking forward to having his ass! I hoped his manhole would be nice and tight, and that I’d have the pleasure of stretching and loosening it for him, turning him into my straight bitch, reminding him of just how far he was willing to go, how much he was ready to give up, in exchange for money!

  Accordingly, I removed my mouth from his prick.

  “You ready to get fucked, straight stud?” I taunted him.

  “Yeah,” he grunted, sullenly.

  “You’re going to love this,” I promised.

  He looked a bit dubious, but he stretched himself out on his belly on the bed, with his legs spread wide, his buttocks just begging me to insert my dick between them. Diego looked rather like a sacrificial victim served up on an altar, and I was perfectly happy to play the role of the officiating high priest.

  Grabbing the tube of lube, I squeezed out a generous amount of the gel onto my palm, and then I slathered it onto my penis. When I was fully lubed, I applied another blob of the gel onto Diego’s ass, pressing my hand flat between his butt cheeks and wiping my palm over his sphincter. With one fingertip, I worked some of the lube inside his pucker, which flexed strongly in response to even this token, preliminary penetration.

  Satisfied that we were both ready for action, I positioned my knees outside Diego’s legs, and I crouched over him, gripping my slippery cock firmly in my hand and bringing it down into the tight butt cleft of his beautiful young body.

  “You ready?” I asked. “Ready to be fucked?”

  “Kiss me, first,” he begged.

  With my other hand, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and I turned his head around toward me, kissing him quite aggressively on the mouth. While he returned the kiss, just as boldly, just as demandingly, I began to enter him. I pushed forward slowly at first, struggling to get the thick head of my cock inside him without causing him undue discomfort. Once I was all the way in him, I suspected, he’d be receptive enough, and he’d probably turn out to be one hell of a hot fuck!

  And so it proved.

  Diego grunted with surprise against my lips as he felt me sliding into his anus, inch by inch. I kissed him even more passionately, to placate and soothe him, while I forced my dick deeper inside him. His ass was tight—very tight, almost uncomfortably so for me, at first. The pressure and friction were unusually intense, as I pushed in farther and I felt his anal defenses yielding, his hole surrendering itself to the steadily advancing fullness of my penis. Diego had gone rigid at first, trembling a little, and he let out a plaintive faint moan in response to my first thrust into him. But now he began to relax and accept me inside him. I held firmly onto his mouth with my own mouth until all of my cock was buried deep in him. I fought my instinct to start humping.

  “Okay?” I whispered in Diego’s ear.

  “Fine,” he moaned. “Oh, you’re so big!”

  “I’m going to start fucking you, now.”

  “Yeah! Christ, yeah! Give it to me!” Diego’s buttocks squirmed u
p against, pressing into my groin, betraying how eager he was for me to begin thrusting into him. I began to fuck him, slowly at first, but soon accelerating my pace. “Oh, hell, yeah!” he cried. “Let me feel that dick in my ass! Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard!”

  I kissed him on the back of his neck. I took him, forcefully, using his tight hole, loosening it up. But I couldn’t resist taunting him a little more.

  “How do you like having my gay man’s cock up your straight ass, stud?” I asked.

  “I like it—it feels good—uh, hell, this queer shit is turning me on!”

  As was usually the case in such situations, our coupling was virtually a threesome. The third participant was Jerry, who was right there beside the bed, and who in fact actually knelt on the mattress at times, recording my possession of Diego’s butch anus.

  I pounded away with total abandon. I was really enjoying making Diego my bitch!

  And, much to my surprise, Diego seemed to like taking my cock up his ass, being the recipient of one of my roughest, most lustful, cruelest fucks! Maybe the dude wasn’t so straight, after all?

  He’d yell and thrash about and squirm under me while I plowed his butt, but he’d also cling to me and beg for more. He was so hot for cock that he couldn’t get enough of mine jammed up his ass. “Fuck me, you dirty Hun, fuck me!” among other lewd demands, kept coming from his mouth, every time I drove deep into him. “Gay for pay” Diego was turning out to be a highly satisfactory gay porn partner. Passive—willing—eager—responsive! Oh, how I fucked him, and how greedily he fucked back at me, in his maddened efforts to impale himself to the fullest possible extent upon the hot phallic spike of my dick! Did I say “passive?” He was passive only to the extent that he was accepting my cock, not resisting. But, increasingly aggressive, he was now taking a quite active part in our fuck!