But I didn’t mind the pain at all. I got used to it after the first few penetrations. Now I couldn’t imagine not being filled in that way. The way of my ass stretched to maximum capacity.
I bobbed his dick in and out of my mouth a few times. He was really getting into. If I kept it up much longer, he would have definitely come. Come all over my face and chest. I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted him to make love to me. To penetrate my ass and pump me full of his seed.
I got off my knees and kissed him on the mouth. He opened his eyes, surprised.
“What’s wrong?” He said.
“I want you to take my ass. On the bed. It’s all yours.”
He smiled and kissed me gently.
“Well, get up on that bed then,” he said.
He smacked my ass and bent over to pick up the bottle of lube. I loved the feel of his hand rubbing the warm liquid onto my ass. I loved the feel of him working one, two, then three fingers in and out of my hole.
It wouldn’t take much to loosen me up. The thought of being penetrated by him always got me very wet. Add a little lube to the mix and he would have no problem pushing inside me.
He pushed the head of his cock into my hole. I held my breath and waited for the rest. I felt the tight grip of his hands on my shoulders. Then with one strong thrust he pushed his way into my hole. Balls deep.
He sighed. And so did I.
He kept one hand on my shoulder and with the other one he reached around and jerked my dick. That dual action was enough to send me over the edge. It wasn’t long before I could feel the cum rising in my dick.
“Yes, baby, yes baby. Fuck me,” I said.
“Open that ass up for me, keep it nice and wide and let me shove this dick all the way in there,” he said.
He picked up speed. Grabbed the back of my hair. But he knew not to get too rough. Just enough to spice things up.
Minutes later I could feel his cock pulsating. Could feel that he was on the verge of coming. His rhythm became faster, his thrusts more insistent.
“AHHHHH,” he let out a loud groan and his body twitched as he shot his load into my ass. Seconds later I shot a huge load that splashed all over the bed.
We both passed out in each other’s arms, sweaty and satisfied.
A few hours later we woke up. The night air blew through the window. The streets below were alive with energy. This was one of the perks of having a downtown apartment. The action came right to you. All you had to do was take a few steps outside your apartment.
Anthony had opened his eyes but had quickly closed them. I rested my head on his chest and let my hand side down to his cock. It was soft. It looked much less imposing when it wasn’t hard. That just made it that much more mysterious for me.
“You want to get some dinner down the street?” I asked.
He sighed and tousled my hair. He was staring up at the ceiling fan. “Why don’t we stay in?” He asked. “We could get the food and a few bottles of wine delivered.”
I had been looking forward to a nice evening out on the town. But I wouldn’t mind saying in and enjoying the food and conversation in a more intimate setting.
I ordered the sushi and a few bottles of wine.
I got into the shower while Anthony napped in the bed. Before I had finished showering, I saw the door opening and Anthony coming in. I thought that maybe he wanted to use the bathroom or get something from the cabinet.
I was very surprised when he pulled back the shower curtain and eyed me up and down. He was butt naked. His cock had grown hard again.
“Turn around,” he said.
I washed the remaining soap off body and obeyed his commands.
His fingers clawed at my asshole. His teeth lightly bit my neck. His hard cock pushed between my wet cheeks. My whole body trembled with excitement and anticipation.
He was the companion whom I had waited for my whole life. The man I had dreamt about during those lonely nights. No. He was much better than I could have ever imagined.
I put my hands up against the wall. The shower water cascaded on my head and back. It felt soothing as it pounded on my skin, like hundreds of little fingers massaging me.
Anthony pushed his cock into my asshole and gently fucked me. When we both had come, I shut off the shower water. We dried off and kissed some more before exiting the bathroom.
We enjoyed the food and wine and it wasn’t long before we were getting frisky again. I couldn’t keep my hands out of his crotch. And it seemed like his huge cock was hard for the whole meal. I’d never met a man with so much stamina. At the same time I knew he wanted more than sex from me, much more. He always wanted love and companionship and trust. And I wanted to give him all those things. Not just my ass.
When we finished the food, Anthony put the dishes into the kitchen sink. While he was doing that I dimmed the lights and lit a few candles. He seemed surprised when he noticed what I had done.
“What’s all this for?” He asked.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. I stared into his sexy green eyes. I lost myself in them. Rugged but gentle. Violent but tender.
“It’s for us.” I said. I thought a romantic mood was just what we needed.
He looked around and shook his head a few times. “Not bad,” he said. “Not bad at all. You know I always enjoy sexy, romantic atmosphere.”
“I know you do.” I said.
His took my face into his powerful hands and kissed me on the mouth. I opened wide and let him dart his tongue in and out. These were the deepest most sensual kisses that I had ever experienced. When he kissed me, it felt like he was reaching deep down into my soul. It felt like he was reaching a part of me that was hidden from the rest of world. I could feel his tongue touching, vibrating, stroking every part of my body.
I’d never experienced anything like it. And probably never would again.
He picked me up in his huge arms and carried me over to the bed. He gently placed me down. Then he began stripping off his clothes. He never broke eye contact with me. I took off my clothes.
Once again we were both completely naked. He laid his hard body on top of mine. Whenever he did that, I thought that he might end up crushing me. Yet at the same time I greatly enjoyed feeling all of that weight and muscle and strength on top of me. In those moments I felt that he had complete control of me.
It was a delicious feeling. One that I had never experienced with a man before. One that I knew I would most likely never experience again.
--THE END--
First Time with a Black Guy
For the past few weeks, Craig had been desperately trying to stop masturbating. He felt that it was sucking his life energy from him diverting him from his true purpose in life. He had no idea what that purpose was or how to find it, but he was pretty sure working in real estate wasn’t it.
This was the job that his parents had wanted him to take right after he graduated college. At the time the economy was very shaky. The country was still in the depths of yet another recession and jobs were scarce.
“Your father’s friend Donald said that he would hire you on a trial basis,” his mother had told him. “If you do well they will keep you on.”
Apparently, Craig had done well enough. But he wasn’t very impressed with own performance. He had no real aptitude for real estate and he especially didn’t like dealing with tenants. And they had a lot of unruly tenants. People who were either behind on the rent or constantly causing trouble in the buildings.
Craig would often have to go knocking on people’s doors or trying to track them down at their jobs to find out why they were so far behind on the rent.
Maybe if he had a more intimidating presence he would have been better at the job. But his skinny, under six foot frame didn’t scare anybody. His freckles and red hair didn’t help any either. The gingers always had to work harder for respect.
And his lisp and feminine mannerisms always made him seem pretty weak.
In addition t
o dealing with tenants, Craig was also in charge of regulating the maintenance staff. These guys were in charge of making minor repairs around the building. Patching up leaky ceilings, panting empty apartments, and sometimes laying tile in new apartments.
These were the manly guys. The head maintenance was a tall lanky dude from Jamaica. He didn’t have dreads but he had a serious penchant for smoking weed. On more than one occasion Craig had told him that he couldn’t smoke while on the job.
“Yes, boss, yes whatever you say,” the pot-smoking handyman would reply. But Craig always had the sense that the chocolate skinned man was simply mocking him.
Craig had been to numerous gay bars throughout the city. He had experienced threesomes and gangbangs, always as the bottom. One night in a West Village bar, he’d set himself up in a bathroom stall and invited a long line of guys to come on his face. He’d been fisted in dungeon basements before.
But the one thing he had never experienced was sex with black man. The contrast of skin turned him on. The coolness and confidence with which black men moved turned him on. The myth of their big black dick turned him on. Yet he had no idea how to approach a black guy.
The bars he went to tended to be all white. So when he went out there often weren’t very any options. And if a black guy happened to show up to one of the bars he frequented, they would immediately be circled by a group of hungry guys, eager for a piece of brown flesh.
There was no way Craig could compete. But with the Jamaican things might be different. Craig knew that the man had two kids and desperately needed to hold onto this job.
His began devising a plan as to how he would get to experience the Jamaican’s powerful sensual body.
It was five minutes before lunchtime. Craig felt his cock pulsating in his pants. He had to get outside. He couldn’t be in the office any longer. Sometimes when he got horny like this he would run off to the bathroom to jerk off. That usually calmed him right down.
He thought about doing that, then remembered what he had vowed to himself to stop masturbating.
He told his boss that he was heading out for lunch and would be back in a half hour.
“No rush. Take your time,” the boss said. “Things are a little slow today.”
Craig smiled. He knew that thing were about to heat up.
Once out in the cool, refreshing summer air, Craig could finally breathe. He hated being stuck in that office all day. He walked through throngs of pedestrians. His eyes lingered on expose muscles—glistening biceps and triceps. Hard crotch bulges. It was all so stimulating.
He worked in a very diverse area of the city. Bodies of all shapes, sizes, and colors brushed up against each other.
Even banal street scenes like this fascinated him. Filled his mind with erotic thoughts.
At this rate he knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it back to the office before his desires were fulfilled. But where to turn? He was too far away from the West Village bars. And if he went all the way down there, he would probably end up back in some stranger’s apartment getting his brains fucked out and slurping hard cock.
The sun was beginning to get to him. His shirt was covered in sweat. He stopped and took a sip of water. It didn’t do much good. His math was completely parched.
He grabbed his cock through the light fabric of his khaki pants. He squeezed it. It felt so damn hard and tingly.
He kept his eyes closed for a few moments and imagined the sexy, Jamaican maintenance man in a sleeveless shirt going through his morning rounds. He imagined his sweat-glistened muscles pulling, tugging, yanking, contracting, looking even sexier than they normally did.
He knew then that he had to have him. Had to have that masculine man. Or maybe the better way to say it, was that he wanted to be dominated by the black stud. Put in his proper place. Treated like the obedient little bitch that he was.
His thoughts were momentarily diverted by loud masculine sounds. He turned to see where the noise was coming from. Across the street a chain-link fence wrapped around a public basketball court. Behind the fence men ran up and down the court. All the men were darker and more muscular Craig. His body called out for the toned and browned flesh.
He quickly crossed the street and ran into the park. He knew that he would stand out. A white guy in khaki pants standing there watching a bunch of black and Latino dudes run up and down the court. But he didn’t worry about that. They seemed to be far too interested in their game to pay much attention to him.
His cock squirmed in his pants. He readjusted it and pressed his back up against the fence.
Sweat gleamed on the men’s bodies. They wrestled for the ball, jostled for a position as it soared through the air, clanged off the rim and backboard and fell back to the court. They threw their bodies into one another. They grunted and groaned.
It was so erotic. Craig could hardly contain himself. The only thing he wanted to do was whip out his cock out and begin jerking off. That would get their attention, he thought, smiling and licking his lips.
He enjoyed being invisible and anonymous. He enjoyed playing the role of the voyeur while they performed for him.
He could feel that some precum had already begun to ooze from his dick. He closed his eyes again and moaned.
He wished that he could have invited all of those men back to his apartment. They would all shower together. Their black and brown hands roving all over his body. Grasping at his flesh. Their exhausted bodies slowly regaining energy. Their cocks getting stiff. And they would bend him over, spit roast him, fuck him from all sides. That’s exactly what he needed—a dominant black bull to put him in place.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He knew exactly where he had to go.
Craig quickly hopped out of the cab.
“Hey,” the driver yelled, “You have to pay.”
It took Craig a few moments to process what the driver was saying. Excitement was coursing through his body. So much excitement that he had forgotten to pay the cabbie. When he realized his mistake he took a couple of deep breaths and regained his composure.
He paid the fare then refocused his attention on the mission at hand.
He stood in front of two moderately sized apartment buildings—about six floors each. The Jamaican worked as the maintenance man and super in both buildings.
A bunch of kids were hanging out in front of the building. High school kids. Around here there weren’t many summer camps for kids that age so they mostly ended up hanging out on the corners.
Craig was supposed to chase these types of kids off. They were bad for the neighborhood and bad for business. The company had called the cops on them numerous times but they always claimed that there was really nothing they could do. Bullshit. Craig knew that as soon as elections came around again those same cops would be more than willing to bust these kids over the head and parade them before the press. Whether they’d done anything wrong or not.
Craig walked through the front door to the apartment building. He went to the end of the hallway and banged on the Jamaican’s door. He knocked several times but there was no answer.
Then from a few flights above him he heard, “Hey, what you want red head boy? You come her to check on me?” Then there was a loud burst of laughter.
Craig looked up. Several flights above him the Jamaican was coming down the steps. He was carrying a tool bag.
Well, at least he’s doing some repairs Craig thought, and not smoking weed.
The Jamaican got down to the ground floor and extended his large hand. It swallowed up Craig’s. As their skin touched Craig felt a warm sensation spread throughout his body. Once again his cock was stiff in his pants.
“Seriously, boss man sent you down here to check on me?”
Craig couldn’t respond. He was transfixed. His eyes were locked on the lean muscular black body before him. Without thinking about it, his eyes drifted down to the man’s crotch. It was hard to tell if he was hard.
Craig slowly lifted his eyes and stared at
him. The Jamaican towered over him. He looked down at him with a knowing smile.
Why’s he smiling at me that? Craig worried. It’s hard enough for me to get respect with these guys. The last thing I need is them finding out that I’m gay.
“You ok redhead? You look a little light headed.”
Craig’s tongue was stuck to the roof his mouth. He couldn’t get any words out.
“Maybe you should come inside and get drink?” The Jamaican said.
Craig walked into the handyman’s apartment and sat down on the couch.
“Thanks for letting me come and sit down, Roger,” he said. “I guess I didn’t eat or drink anything for a few hours. And in this heat that was just too much for me.”
“Yeah, man. Don’t worry about it. I got water and beer what you want?”
“Beer? No no no. I can’t have a beer. I have to go back to the office.”
“Man, you have to relax. That’s why you’re so tired. Working to hard.”
“The Jamaican opened two bottles of beer and handed one of them to Craig.
“No, I told you —”
“No, you didn’t tell me anything except that you were thankful I let you in. Well, if you’re going be in my apartment than you’re going to have to play by my rules.”
Craig stared up at him. He didn’t know what to say. What other rules will I have to obey, he wondered. He was happy that this man was not afraid to take charge of him. Happy that he wasn’t afraid to tell what to do.
“Okay, whatever you say,” Craig said.
“That’s more like it,” the handyman said before sitting down on the couch next to Craig.
“That’s a Jamaican beer right there,” he said. “Red Stripe. It’s some good shit.”
Crag tilted his head back and took a sip of the cold brew. It felt delicious as it poured down his throat. His took another long sip and wiped his mouth.
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