"Yep, I'm twenty," David answered. "Twenty and a few weeks."
"I'm twenty-seven. I'm getting old for football. If I don't make it up to the pros this season, I might have to give up that dream,” Mark said.
"So what is your plan?"
"I have a college degree in Architecture and my family has a construction firm as a business. Needless to say, I have a financial parachute. That makes pursuing my dream in football a lot easier."
"Have you ever thought of pursuing other dreams because of your degree? Isn't that like an advanced degree?"
"Yes, I spent years for that."
"Wow." He wasn't anything like David had thought. The way Mark spoke had been as sophisticated as David first thought when he heard him speak and Mark's behavior was flawless. His hands might be humongous, but his fingernails were neat and had been manicured. David worked in a beauty parlor. He would always look at the fingernails of his date. Jonas chewed him, and the hands were so expressive. David had visions of them stroking his forearm – he'd wondered whether the blind date would be all over him. David was expecting more to happen. He almost wanted to...
"Where would you like to eat dinner then?" Mark asked.
"I had not thought about it," David answered. "Alexis said you'd pick some restaurant." Maybe a steakhouse, David now wondered. He'd originally thought it probably would be Jollibee or McDonald's.
"I know of a Chinese restaurant that serves the best cuisine. Seafood too, if that's what you like."
"Seafood would be nice," David said. More than nice.
David had hailed a taxi to Tracks because Alexis said Mark had a car. It turned out not to be the pickup truck David expected. Mark's car was a Pontiac Solstice, it was a sleek sports car that was already out of production, the whole company already closed years back. Though the Pontiac Solstice was a collector's item now.
"Whoa, how do you keep this sweet baby on the road?" David asked as he entered the car. The inside was immaculately clean. David doubted that Mark had ever taken a take-out meal inside the car.
"Well, my family owned a dealership of Pontiac as well," Mark said. "I kept enough parts for a Solstice to keep this one going when the repair is needed. I worked at our business for years and can maintain the car myself."
When the two of them were already in the car, Mark looked over at David. Would he or wouldn't he, David wondered. At last, they were all alone; if a blind date was interested in anything at the end of the date, this, David thought, would be a time to signal that.
Mark would, in a much more understated way than David thought might be the case when the two of them were alone.
"David, would you mind?" Mark asked, he leaned up a bit into the passenger side of the car and placed an arm on the top of the seat behind David's head. "You're just so much more than I expected."
David leaned a little bit in acceptance towards Mark. Mark then cupped his chin lightly and moved closer to kiss his lips gently. "Aahhh, that was great, sweet," he whispered. He paused for a moment looking into David's eyes, his thumb traced the curve of David's lower lip. David resisted the urge to open his mouth to suck the thumb in.
However, before anything else happened, Mark twisted back and faced the windshield, he pulled on driving gloves and turned to concentrating on his driving. He drove fast and quite aggressive but expertly, he was in total control. David felt very safe in the man's hands.
David thought that Mark was the perfect gentleman. The sign that David got was that Mark would continue to be a perfect gentleman, that he wasn't really all that interested in anything beyond having someone to be with for the evening, with just an indication of sensuality so that David wouldn't feel rejected. Perhaps this was just going to be a companionable evening.
The football game was considered as a business by Mark. It's what he had come here for. Marcus was there for a purpose, though he also paid attention to David, explaining the technicalities and intricacies of one thing about the game than another. He didn't treat David like a naive, though. Mark even took the time to inquire about the plays and concerts David went to and didn't give a sour look when David mentioned ballet and opera. Their conversation at dinner had centered about arts and music, Mark seemed to know as much about many aspects of that as David did.
After the football game, the two of them went back to the bar for another drink and perhaps some dancing. Several guys on the dance floor tried to cut in for Mark's attention though he politely waved them off and concentrated on David.
At the entrance to David's apartment building, when David thought it would be another short, sweet kiss, and the end of a tame, but interesting and surprising blind date. He was proved right about the brief kiss, though not about the rest.
After pulling away from a sweet and short kiss, Mark looked David directly in the eye and uttered, "Uhm, David, may I come in for a few minutes? Maybe a midnight snack?"
"No problem, you want a drink?"
"Maybe even something more? I think you're really cute David. And I think we already hit the momentum, and I...and I…."
"And what?" David whispered.
"Inside you...in you. Inside you. I will take good care of you, babe. Aren't you going to let me pass your hole?" Mark looked like a little hopeful kid asking for his allowance. His voice was a smooth baritone, it was so soft spoken that the words themselves – the unmistakable sexual intent of them – were not heard. He had an arm behind David again, the fingers of that hand pressing into David's shoulder, then he traced David's lower lip gently again with a thumb of the other hand, having taken his driving glove off before doing so.
David breathed heavily. He had originally thought it would come to this – or strongly assumed it would, but he had been starting to question that. He questioned it enough that he realized it was no longer a choice but a possibility.
Mark leaned forward and they kissed sweetly again, with David pulling away just as Mark's lips were pressing his to open and David felt the flicker of a tongue between his lips.
"Come in please, you're welcome, we'll see..."
"I did you mean yes? I wanna to fuck you."
"What I meant was, we'll see how it goes," David said, as he opened the passenger door and got out of the sports car. David still didn't know himself, it was a blind date, a first meeting. He was very attracted – hell, more like longing for him, while still fearing the size of him. Though he didn't want to seem to be a pushover. The guy was sensitive and cultured. Surprisingly so. And he was black and big. It was strange and possibly dangerous ground for David.
David was returning from his kitchen with two glasses of red wine – what they'd settled on that David could supply – and he almost dropped the glasses.
Mark was sitting on the sofa, nude. His shirt and jeans were neatly folded on a nearby monoblock chair and his polished boots lined up perfectly under it. A bigger surprise than that he was nude was that he didn't really look nude. In his clothes, he had looked clean cut. Being naked revealed that his body was a canvas of tattoo patterning and coloring on nearly every square inch of skin that had been covered by his clothes. Mark had suddenly transformed from the gentlemen, albeit a black one, to a primitive native. Also, there was no hiding that he was massively erect or that there was a thick silver sex ring in the bulb of his dick.
Mark's demeanor made the extraordinary change to the wild side as well.
"Come over here, babe," he demanded, a harder edge to his voice than David had heard before.
In his enchantment, David put the wine glasses down on the dining room table he was standing beside. His hands were trembling that he spilled both glasses. He then took one doubtful step toward the sofa, confused and in shock.
"Did you hear me? I said come over here," Mark yelled. "How do you fucking think this blind date is going to end? I've been thinking of getting inside your tight little ass since Alexis showed me that naked photo of you."
Naked picture? What naked picture? No one but Jonas had naked pictures of h
im. With no hesitation, David had moved close enough for Mark to reach out and grab him by the wrist. Mark then pulled David down on his knees between the black athlete's spread thighs. His dick was very big. The “package” didn't look exceptionally thick only because it was proportionally long and so hard. It was only because it almost dislocated David's jaw that he realized it was indeed, thick too.
David was made to deep throat it and hold, over and over as he was gagging and fighting for breath, while Mark chanted "Oooh, yeah, take it, take it, take all of it" in a rough groan. The thick sex ring in the dick head clicked against David's teeth until the bulb got to the back of his throat. Mark held David's head between his massive hands like a vice and pulled his head on and off the dick over and over again. Then Mark was David to deep throat his dick and hold until David was gagging. David was released and then pushed again. Pulling out after more than nine minutes of this, he ejaculated on David's cheek and eyelids, up into the blond curl that kept falling over David's forehead. Mark then came in for a wild kiss and licked the cum off of the still shocked young man's appearance.
Mark stood up off the sofa and pulled David off his knees then quickly stripping him of his clothes. David worked on his jaw to ensure that it wasn't unhinged. He remained numb to what was happening around him and submissive as the clothes were shed and thrown carelessly to the side. How does a small twink like David fight off a person bigger than him anyway?
After getting David naked and done a bit of cuddling and stroking – enough to have David, aware of what came next, groaning and whining, "Oh my God, please be good to me, please don't split me," Mark had swung him, belly down over the back of the sofa. David's arms and head were hanging defenselessly and uselessly in the face of the weight and size difference between the two, towards the floor. He whimpered and moaned as Mark spread his ass cheeks apart and licked his ass, grumbling "Allow me in, open it, open it for me." Other than Mark's murmurings in that deep baritone voice of his, all David could hear was the sound created by metal clips of Mark's swaying deadlocks.
David moaned and panted as Mark reached through his legs and squeezed his balls, rubbing and pressing them, and then roughly squeezed and milked the young man's dick while biting and slapping his buttocks, pounding his hole with his fingers and digging his fingers into and tonguing his hole deeply, Mark was commanding throughout that David "Baby just relax and open it up to me. You're gonna make it, you're gonna take this package, the whole of it, entirely and you're gonna love every inch of it." David squirmed and groaned under the apparent sexual attack.
How could David relax on this attack to his tight ass? How could he take that monster dick? But then, surprisingly, as Mark licked the hole deep and his milking of David's dick became rhythmic with less rough and after David had released his sperm with a jerk and a sigh, David did feel himself sighing and relaxing his passage and moving his body back rhythmically to meet the digging of Mark's tongue.
The tickling sensation of Mark's tongue did not last long, Mark realized David was ready to take him in. It was something David would never have thought he could do, but that he actually did. David felt the weight of the one-hundred-ninety pound muscular athlete hunker down over him close as he was positioned to accept the dick over the back of the sofa, then, David let out a deep and rumbling whine as preceded by the thick sex ring, Mark's dick split the spaces between the curves of David's ass cheeks and began its long journey up his passage. Mark reached down and grabbed a handful of David's curly hair on the back of David's head and pulled it hard toward him, it arched David's back to him.
The bareback started off with a deep pounding, built up from there to the sound of Mark's thumping dreadlock metal clips and David's melancholic cries of "Shit, come on, fuck me," involuntarily came out form from him by the intensity of the assault and the depth of the digging dick and only settled down into a rhythm of long, deep slides, after David was reduced to a crying rag doll under the incessant power of the big, black athlete man.
Suddenly, they decided to change position, Mark latched the broad palm of one of his hands on one of David's pecs and gripped David's chin with the other one and held David muscular torso tightly, David's cheek next to his, as he pushed up into David's inner body and resumed uttering "let me in, take this, take all of it" in David's ear. David dug his fingernails in the top edge of the sofa and had himself firmly positioned.
Mark took him wildly and hard, deep, fast paced, and at great length, while David groaned and cried, begging for forbearance turning into declarations of how totally he was being taken until it all subsided into gentle whining and gurgles.
At last, Mark shouted as he ejaculated and spurted around seven times of creamy and thick semen and when Mark filled out the bulb of his condom – David already ejaculated twice – he remained plastered on David's back, rubbing his hands over Davi's body and murmuring what a sweet little twink he was. About the time David thinks that was all there was going to be to the attack, though, Mark moved away from him, carried David over his shoulder and headed towards the bedroom.
He put David on the bed, Mark moved atop him and fucked him fast and hard to the music of his rotating dreadlock metal clips until another ejaculation occurred. As he felt the hard curve of the sex ring at his asshole, ready now to fit Mark's requirements, David lowered his body and face to the bedspread, presented his exhausted-looking hole for a straight shot, legs stretched apart widely, an arm stretched out to grab a fistful of material to make himself firm, reached under his tummy with his other hand to jerk his own dick, and, with a sob, surrendered all to his master. Grasping David's hips between strong hands, Mark thrust, pounded and pounded away inside his young blonde submissive twink, rightfully claiming his prize. He met no resistance and took no prisoners.
"Oh, yes, great, this is the perfect fit now," Mark mumbled as he thrusted further. "That takes it all in now, doesn't it?" He could – and no doubt would – take David's low, drawn-out groaning as agreement.
David was so worn out by the second barebacking that he just collapsed on the bed and softly moaned. His head and an arm hung over one side of the bed where the attacks of the black giant's dick had moved his battered body. As Mark rose off him, the black athlete slapped him hard on the ass cheeks and happily exclaimed, "That was a great exercise. Good date and a sweet and tight ass. Great little body. It took me a little work, but the hole opened up enough. Alexis told me you were a good lay, now I know he was right." After that approving and cheerful comment of the evening's work, he walked slowly to the adjoining bathroom to give himself a shower.
"This is not tight anymore," David whispered, with a sigh.
After Mark had dressed, once more becoming the gentlemen, Mark briefly visited the bedroom, leaning over David's weak and still shaking body, combed through David's curly blonde hair affectionately. Mark then gave him a tender kiss on the lips and a lingering kiss on the back of the neck. This time, when Mark rubbed a thumb lightly over David lower lip, David pulled the thumb into his mouth and sucked it for a few seconds.
David waited to hear the front door of the apartment close and shut before he dragged his weakened body off the bed, he struggled over to his desk, turned on the laptop and started to work the keys.
- - -
"It's you," David said, as, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes the next morning, he opened the door. "I thought you still kept the key."
"Well, I do," Jonas said. "But I though it wouldn't be nice for me to just sneak in here after all."
There was something in Jonas' voice, something conceited and David had to look sharply at him before he turned and walked toward the coffee brewer in the kitchen. Jonas entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He roamed his eyes around for evidence of what he was expecting to see. Indeed, the sofa seemed like it had been in a battle and lost. He could see through the door to the bedroom that there'd been a frantic fight in there too. David used to be neat, definitely neater than this when used by himself.
"Oh, so, you mentioned you wanted to date other guys. How is everything now?" Jonas sat on the sofa and released a good sniff. He thought, yeah, smelled like musk, lust, and sweat. He grinned and smiled to himself.
David came out of the kitchen carrying two cups of coffee. Observing around at him, Jonas saw the two wine glasses on the dining table – and the spilled liquid. He smiled into his cup as he sipped his black coffee.
He also observed that David scowled as he moved and was walking with pain in his face. Alexis had told him about Mark and how he dated – that he was hung like a horse and had a powerhouse thrust. Jonas almost felt sorry for David, but not really. The stupid retard had dumped him, Jonas thought. Well, at least now the flirty prick had found out how rough it would be in the dating world.
"I'm okay, doing just fine," David said, giving Jonas a level look. He'd worked it out in the middle of the night. Mark's connection to Alexis. Alexis connect to Jonas. Jonas' pettiness – which was a big reason David left him – leaving him for that and because Jonas was not a good fucker. There was no excitement or experimenting with Jonas. None at all. Never had the feel of a breathtaking date. The two of them might as well have been... married.
"As a matter of fact I had a date last night with a masculine black football player, he was one and a half times my size and with a dick twice the size of yours. We had a great time together and then he came here with me and fucked the hell out of me. I've been awake for hours writing an erotic story about a black man fucking a white twink so that I can send it to my publisher. I think he's going to love it."
"Really? you're kidding me," Jonas said, putting his coffee cup down on the coffee table, scared that he might spill it in his discomposure. "You got pounded hard by a black stud last night and you aren't suffering from a painful penetration this morning?"
"No. Mark is coming back to watch the Nighthawks' game next week. We have a date to do it all over again. He said he would like to stay the night this time and fuck me on the hour. He fucked me just the way I've been longing to be fucked. He really knew how to date a man."
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