Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  She was scared that her son, her only child, had been somehow involved with a bad and influential group here in the Ventura Blvd area. It was unlike him. Said she had been worrying for a few weeks. She then told me that my advance payment was on its way to me by a courier together with the address where her son lived, she repeated her plea once before ending our conversation. I loved the way she did business and so I took the case. And I had always liked her way of writing. But I didn't annoy her by saying so.

  I went to the apartment complex he lived in, all singles. I walked around for quite a while to study the place. I think of how best to contact him. It shouldn't be like I would knock on his door and say, “Hello, I'm the one sent by your Mom!”

  His name is Randolf, but he's called Rain for some reason. He was already a college graduate and now has a good job with a big advertising firm. At 23, he's doing all right for himself. Her mother also sent me his picture when he was 19 so I could identify him. It was blurred and his long hair was messy, blowing in the wind, but his handsome features couldn't be hidden. Features like those piercing eyes, the thick neck similar to that of a wrestler, or that bulge that I first thought was a bubble on the photo-paper. The young man certainly looked good.

  I suddenly heard a “shit, holy fuck, shiiiitt” in front of me and I turned my head from looking at the apartments to checking what was ahead and what was producing that noise. It came louder and louder and close and close, until – OOOPPS – someone bumped into my ass. A person in rollerblades, careless or inexperienced, and was not able to stop, had crashed into me. I immediately saw a naked pair of strong calves, the sexy fabric some of these guys wear, and two of his roller blades flying in the air in front of me. The big guy crashed to the ground. I prevented myself from laughing aloud though the tumble did look funny.

  It hurt my ass though I was able to stand up and rub it. The big guy just laid at the ground nearby. I looked him over. Huge bulge indeed! Nice neck too. He was quite handsome, but now with short-cropped, stylish hair. Shit! It didn't matter how he styled his hair, I had just been hit and knocked down by the very person I was wondering how to meet. I hate coincidences, but, what the hell, things just go that way sometimes.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, trying not to stare at that swollen bulge.

  His face was expressing disgust and perhaps pain. “I think it hurts or something, man,” he said, touching his jaw and hissing through his teeth, obviously in pain.

  “Did they break?”

  “Nah, they didn't, but they fuckin hurt, I can tell you that.” He tried to bear it, he grinned but tolerated the pain like a real man.

  “Do you wanna call for help, or shall I help you up?” My knees felt weaker. Apparently not from the fall, but from the effect the young man was having on me. I thought someone so good looking should be locked up and put on a display, if not, should be locked up and put in my bedroom!

  I eased down and sat down, next to the young guy, at his side actually, and placed my hand on his chest. It was firmly muscled and solid. It felt great the texture of the skin-tight shirt that was silky-smooth.

  “Where do you feel the pain?” I asked gently.

  “I think my back,” he said quickly. “And I think my shoulder,” he added after a pausing for a while. I thought I caught him taking a peek up the leg of the shorts I was wearing.

  “I should call an ambulance,” I suggested.

  “No need!” He was insisted. Then he tried to grin though it turned out as a frown. “I'll be okay,” he told me. Then, as he tried to roll and rise up, he reached out, held my shoulder with a strong grip, and murmured, with pain, “Dude, maybe you can help get me up, if that's okay.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I agreed, “hang onto me. Okay, here, lend me your other arm. Okay, now pull!" I said as I leaned back, pulling too. I used a shoe to hold his roller-blades from sliding. Slowly, his big body erected itself to a standing position. Though, he held his back, he was half-bending, and I could see he was in pain. His whole body was jerking on these stupid roller-blades.

  “Wait a second,” I insisted. “You need to get these rollerblades off of you dude, if you fall again, it could really be twice hurtful.”

  “Oh, yeah, shit, I forgot about them, but, damn, I think I won't be able to get up again if I have to sit down here.” Our distance was so close that we were almost kissing.

  “You just hold on really tight as I take these off, okay?” I slowly returned to sitting, I lowered my body against his while he held onto my head and my shoulder. He was trying to retain his balance, so he was pressing his body straightly against me. I couldn't help it, but I guess it had turned me on.

  And even more surprisingly, the situation was turning him on too! He wore a modern jock beneath those high-tech and tight shorts, but nothing less than an ancient armor plate could defy the enlargement taking place, or even disguise it.

  Slowly, I unlaced one blade. Then, we worked together, I made sure not to stress his back further, we removed the roller-blade and got his foot on solid ground. He looked relieved. Until we got the other one off. He stood, still wearing socks, a few centimeters shorter than me, but basically we were looking at each other eye-to-eye as I stood up.

  “Oh damn, that feels better,” he sighed. “I can now handle it,” he said with courage and reached for the roller-blades. He almost tumbled again due to pain. His breath was caught in his throat.

  “Come on,” I said gently, “let me give you a hand. Where are you living?”

  “I live right here, behind you, in that house.” pointing to the apartment behind me.

  I looked over my shoulder to the apartment complex I'd been looking at before he crashed onto me.

  “I saw you looking at it when...”

  I ignored the implication that had I only looked where I was going, the incident wouldn't have happened, so I bent down, I hooked my head under his arm, he carried the blade and I started hobbling him towards the entrance.

  “Which unit?” I asked silently. I pretended that I didn't know which one.

  “Unit 304, third floor, an elevator's in the left.”

  “Ok, come on, we'll get you there in no time.”

  - - - -

  “So, do you live here alone?” I asked as we entered the neat and nice unit.

  “Yes,” he quickly said.

  “Good place indeed.”

  “Thanks, dude,” he said as the two of us walked to the center of a big living room.

  “Where should you park do you think?” I asked. “In you bed?”

  “Oh damn!, I smell like shit to go to bed. I need to take a shower.”

  “Then, come on dude. Where's your shower?” The idea of him naked and showering in front of me was a true turn on. I felt something expanded underneath my crotch.

  “Dude, I don't think I can handle the shower.”

  “Ah, don't be too effeminate. Of course, I'll help you. It's the least thing I can do.” I used the word 'effeminate' for a purpose. All guys react to such kind of words. I was willing to bet the young man was no different.

  “Damn, I'm no effeminate! It's just that, yes, I'd need some assistance, and, well, I've always been...” he paused.

  “Been what?” I asked.

  “...kinda embarrassed about undressing in front of other guys, just to be honest about it.”

  “Whoa? Is that for real?” I asked anxiously. “Then why is that?” I was actually delighted. I knew for certain that he was annoyed about his huge dick's size. He was obviously shy! What a joy it was for me to be with him. Modesty, shyness, and humility are all such pleasant traits. Those characteristics make falling in love with a guy a possibility, at least that's what I think.

  “I often get comments.” He simply declared it with no explanation as to what kind of comments he often get, leaving it to my imagination to decide.

  “Hey, come on,” I said, then I was half dragging him towards what I thought might be the bathroom. “I am no commentator and I don't get pa
id enough.” I laughed.

  He laughed softly. I was able to say the right thing. Then he asked, “so, how much do you get paid?” He stared at me and his face almost touching mine, blushed, and said immediately, “what I meant was, what do you do for a living?”

  The inquiry was unexpected. Though I was aware I had no choice but to answer with the truth. With no hesitation, I answered, “I'm a private investigator.”.

  “Really? Are you kidding? Hey! The bathroom's over there,” and he pointed to another door, not the one I was heading for and he seemed to forget about everything we talked about but showering. I convinced myself I had done the right thing by telling him the truth.

  - - - -

  Taking off his tight shirt was the most difficult move. Raising his arms gave his shoulder and back pain, so the procedure was slow. But, dude, the price of admission was worth it. Sweat, heat, and pain had combined to create an omen of glorious odors around him. His armpits, his hair, his whole body was a wild gem preserve of wonderful masculine olfactory sensations.

  I eased down and knelt to remove his socks that had turned dirty from walking outside. Then, while still kneeling, I pulled down those shiny and tight shorts he wore. It was a fantastic moment for me. Beneath was an underwear combo that hugged his thigh even tighter than the shorts. The sheer, white, stretch-fabric had a lot of colors with the hues of skin tone and hair gleaming through. A big, rounded mass of coiled dick stared me in the face, headed by a gigantic, pinkish, dick head that might as well have been uncovered for it was so distinctly visible through the thin and over-stretched fabric. Huge balls, bigger than any I'd seen before were captured with that huge dick. The odors being produced by his pouch were the best aphrodisiacs on the planet!

  I reached for the waistband of the tight garment, I felt my heart throbbed.

  “What's your name,” he asked in a semi-whispered tone. Shyly.

  I felt the moist, warm skin of his trim waist as my fingers slipped under the garment.

  “Gosh,” I murmured, out of breath, I paused with my fingers against his skin, enjoying the sensation, wondering why he asked.

  “I'm Rain,” he introduced himself first, softly. He wanted an introduction before opening up himself. Before fucking around. That was hot and cool. There was no doubt about it, that we were going to fuck around. The law of attraction was at work here using its most powerful forces. I felt his physical body shiver under my every touch, and he noticed the lust in my expressions and the apparent reactions in my crotch.

  I looked up into his piercing eyes, I inched down the underwear. I pulled down his brief and I exposed the most splendid set of truly gigantic tools I've ever seen. The huge balls seemed to heave the huge dick, keeping it outwards, towards me. Its dimensions and its partial erection were astounding. The aroma from heat and sweat were there, and the musky, rich odors of an active young man who leaks precious white fluid from partial arousal during the day, of course, but something else as well. The indication of a manful cologne. The slight clue of used condom, a latex, with its thought-provoking suggestion of frequent, even remarkable, sexual activity. And, too, an evident but subtle, faint, mere suggestion of another man's body odors mixed with his. I'm not a wine connoisseur, but I got a hell great nose for guys, and this one gave me a hard-on. A very hard one.

  “Dude!” I said, I stressed my reaction, amazed by his beauty. I slid a hand from his hip onto his firm buttocks, “I must say, I'm impressed!” I admitted. As I stared at his behemoth dick, it had become swollen further, apparently. Going on the bone, putting on a grand show of male beauty and masculine power. I looked up at him. He wore the gesture and expression of a man who was very pleased. He also gave me the impression that he had stared down on other men bent adoringly at his feet and I felt honored to be one of them.

  I slowly pressed my face into his hip, my nose in pubic hair, as my tongue went out and licked at that crack between balls and thighs, tasting great flavors of sweat and scrotum.

  He moaned with arousal. His dick drew in a few quarts of blood, I imagine, from the rest of his strong body and elongated before my eyes. It widened and lengthened. Stiffened. Lifted. Hardened! Pulsated! Throbbed! Before my very eyes! It was impressive! The dick vibrated as I sucked on his big balls. I then licked my way up the long shaft, and, with some difficulty, managed to encompass the mighty flesh of the dick head with my mouth, as I rose up into a squat to get at it. It filled me, pounding. It hardened to even greater stiffness in me. It felt fantastic! I sucked. He thrusted upwards and it hit my throat. I relaxed though I sucked harder. He pushed. The dick entered my throat repeatedly!

  “Shit!” he exclaimed in surprise.

  I opened my mouth even more for him, rising to stand, bent over to position my face correctly for such a giant monster. He pulled slightly and pushed again, ramming that big pole into me. Forcing it down my throat as I sucked. The entire dick head entered my throat. It was gigantic! It was beautiful!

  “Ahhhhh!” he panted, again, he was even more surprised. I thought that it had either felt amazingly good to him, or he had never met a real sucker before – a real and deep-throating cocksucker. I continued sucking for more, aware of the enjoyment I was taking the taste of him, which was even better than his smells.

  Rain arched many times, he went in deeper and deeper. He pulled almost halfway, and then, using both hands, unaware of the pain, shoved my mouth down on that mammoth cock, while humping his hips, and plunged me slowly down to the bottom, to the very base, where all I could see was dark pubic hair as my forehead flattened against his hard muscled and hairy, hot flesh! It was intense! Bigger than any I can recall, and perhaps, better than all of them.

  I took my clothes off in a flash as we worked together, we both wanted to relieve the constricting pressures of fabric on my dick erection. He hummed with happiness as he saw my nude body revealed, bent, firm, head bent to welcome the dick into me, the dick to poke my anus.

  “Damn, you've got a big dick too, dude,” he murmured down to me, apparently seeing my body in a mirror. It was not said as a boast, like, “My dick is big. Well, so is yours, kinda.” No, it was said through a compliment by one big-dicked man to another, with humility, delight, and surprise. Knowing that the days of being teased about big size were over. He knew he was with a big-dicked man, now. I could hear it in his voice.

  Though I was busy and I was working hard. I was having the best time of my life! As Rain got harder, my job got easier. The abundance of his precum in combination with his saliva worked to lubricate his huge weapon perfectly. I then slid up and down the entire hot post, now holding and sucking the dick head in my throat, and then, sliding all the long way back down to the tremendous base. Up and down his entire dick, huge dick. Up and down. His hands were guiding my progress. His hips pumping away, reciprocating my force.

  It was magnificent that I wished it would last forever.

  “I had no idea how this could feel very good,” he sighed, hardly able to speak because he was overcome with emotion. “This is freaking great!” Rain added with enthusiasm. “Oh Lord, it feels very good, it's entirety is inside a warm tunnel, I'm gonna shoot my jizz, you better be prepared man” Suddenly, his hips poked me, raising my head, as he started to ejaculate.

  My mouth was plugged by the enormous dick as his creamy juice was pumped directly down my esophagus without drinking any fluid to help. I swallowed all that I could and he shivered from head to toe with the ecstasy of it. I tried to pull it up so I could taste his sperm on my tongue, but he kept pushing, thrusting, pumping semen into me. It was magnificent!

  It was only after Rain had unloaded what seemed like a lot of quart of cum that he retreated. I rose up the shaft. I realized I was holding his jumbo balls in one fist. Then, I relaxed my grip. A viscous fluid bathed my tongue slowly. Its taste was like heaven. Exactly what I had been longing for.

  But my blowjob became more than Rain could bear. His abdominal muscles and stomach flexed and reflexed with spasms of del
ight. He placed the hand on my forehead then gently pushed me back to release his dick from my relentless suction. I straightened up.

  “Oh dude!” he sighed, backing away from me with those piercing eyes flashing. “I just never thought...” his voice trailed off.

  “Come on,” I said gently, “you should take a shower,” I grinned. The spell had been broken. Like an obedient boy, he allowed himself to be guided under the shower spray, I began by reaching in and turning the handle. I then followed him into the big shower stall. The area was large enough for even four people. Rain made no effort to protest, surprisingly. I started scrubbing him down, taking care, from head to toe, taking tremendous pleasure in the feel of him.

  I rinsed him off after, turned his back to the spray, then set the shower spray on hard massage, gradually raising the temperature of the water, and let the warm water soothe his aching shoulder and back. My fingers rubbed the stiff muscles as well. The combination had him moaning for a couple of minutes. I started washing off, too.

  My attention got concentrated on that amazing ass. His ass cheeks gleamed. Their roundness was breathtaking. I wanted to press my face into them though I held back, letting him recover, both from the accident and from the orgasm that he had. But it took all of my self-control, as my dick pulsated in forced rigidity. I couldn't recall the last time it was so solidly erect, so ready to assault.

  “Hmm, whoa” he muttered, at last, while he was resting against the wall, “you've made the pain on my shoulder and back disappear, you're a miracle worker.”

  I wanted to answer, “Nope. Just good in giving blowjobs,” but I kept silent.

  I adjusted the spray to normal, slowly, then I lowered the water temperature, I rinsed off and rinsed him off too, turning him. I turned off the water and guided him out of the shower. I took a clean towel and dried him off like I was an Egyptian slave, I was even kneeling at his feet at one point, drying every part of him. He took it like a docile man, enjoying the attention. Enjoying in my intimate caress.