--THE END--
The Black Bull
Craig sat back in his seat and looked out the window as the train rumbled on. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and loosened his tie. It’d been another long hot day working in the city. The market was charging back and everyone was making money hand over fist again. He shouldn’t have been complaining or worrying about what direction his life was headed in. But lately he couldn’t help reminiscing on his college days. Back then he’d been the man amongst all his friends. Whenever there was girl who nobody could seem to hook up with his friends would call him. He was known for his slick tongue, athletic build, and big cock.
By his junior year, he’d built quite a reputation for himself. Girls who were once friends would end up fighting each other because they’d both fallen for him. But he never worried about breaking hearts or ruining friendships. He was Craig the Cock. The guy that other guys hated but secretly wanted to be.
As he approached his fortieth birthday, those glory days seemed far behind him. Marriage, kids, and a stressful sixty-hour a week job had taken the life out him. He’d lost all of his mojo and excitement for living. Every day dragged on and on. Yeah, he was making money but he missed being the star, the guy that other guys looked up to. The comfort and security of suburban living had taken his edge from him. He was desperate to get it back and start living again. He envied the younger men in his firm who hadn’t gotten hitched yet. They still had their freedom. They still had adventures and excitement in front of them.
The beeping of his phone interrupted Craig’s daydreaming. It was from his wife. She wanted him to stop by the supermarket and pick up some orange, milk, and eggs. He sighed. Despite how exhausted he was, the last thing he felt like doing was going home and sitting on the couch. There was only so much TV that he could watch. And there was only so much wine that he could drink in order to forget how miserable he was.
He let his eyes wander around the train. Tired, sweaty faces surrounded him. Everyone looked completely burned out, like they were just as exhausted as he was.
Right before he closed his eyes and took his customary twenty-minute nap before the train arrived in his suburban town, he saw a face that he recognized. The man was a towering six foot four. His skin was the color of caramel and his head and face were both neatly shaved. Donald Grayson was his name. He’d worked as a lawyer representing Craig’s Investment Banking firm. It wasn’t hard to remember such a handsome man, especially not one with a Harvard Law Degree and a beautiful leggy blonde wife.
After figuring out something to say, so he wouldn’t sound completely stupid, Craig got up and walked down the aisle of train.
“Hey, Donald,” He said.
The pin-stripped suited, bald-headed black man hesitated a minute before looking up. When he did, he stared at Craig with a look of confusion. Craig held out his hand and said, “You were first counsel for Liberty Investments about six months ago. You came to the office a few times—”
“Oh, yes,” the black man said, smiling and extending his arm. His hand dwarfed Craig’s. They shook hands and smiled at each other.
“Where you headed?” Craig asked.
The black man sighed. “Headed back to the same shit I left this morning.”
Both men laughed. Craig was already happy that he’d struck up a conversation with the man. A lot of guys who worked down in the city but lived in the suburbs were often afraid to admit just how miserable they were. It was refreshing to find someone who didn’t have time for that BS.
“You know maybe we should get a drink,” Craig said.
“I don’t know, man. My wife expects me home by seven thirty. And if I’m not there she starts bugging out. You know how that is.”
“Sure, but what the hell?” Craig said. We spend all day busting our ass making the money. Bosses and clients bitch at us but we still get the work done. Why shouldn’t we have time play on our own?”
The towering black stud smiled slyly. “What do you have in mind?”
“Let’s go to a bar in Morrisswood. It’s only a couple of stops from here.”
It seemed crazy. But Craig could have sworn that the black stud was checking him out. He could have sworn that he saw the man’s eyes move up and down his body.
A strange feeling passed through Craig’s body. Blood rushed through his legs and towards his cock. There was a tingling sensation in his balls. He looked down at his crotch and could see a bulge beginning to form. He was a little bit embarrassed but the feeling was just so damn good.
The two men locked eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments until Craig felt his face flush red.
The black man’s deep, baritone voice snapped him back to his senses. “I guess I could get away with coming home an hour late or so,” he said. “Where’s this bar at?”
Craig smiled. He was relieved that his offer hadn’t been turned down. He desperately needed some booze and guy talk.
Ten minutes later both men got off the train and walked two blocks to a bar. It was mostly empty. A few guys with suit jackets hanging over the back of their chairs hung their heads over half empty glasses.
If I keep this up much longer, I’m destined to end up like that Craig said to himself. I’ve got to find a way out of this rut. All these thoughts swirled around his head, as he sat down on a bar stool and ordered two beers and two shots of bourbon.
For twenty minutes or so the men threw back shots and let off steam. When the conversation began trailing off they switched their attention to the professional basketball game on the television in front of them.
“Look at that guy,” the black man said, pointing to the television screen. “Six foot nine, two hundred and sixty pounds. He’s fucking huge. No way anyone could stop him. Look at his chest. Damn.”
Craig looked at the screen. The player in question was an athletic marvel, two hundred sixty pounds of pure muscle.
The black man continued, “What kind of cock do you think that guy has on him? Shit. It’s got to be huge.”
Once again Craig felt his cock squirming in his pants. He stared at the screen trying to get a good look at the player’s crotch. He couldn’t detect any bulge, but he assumed that a black athlete built like that had to have a big cock. It just seemed natural. Seconds later Craig felt a strong hand squeezing his thigh. He was afraid to look down. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. No man had ever put his hand on his thigh like that. What the hell did it mean?
He shyly raised his eyes and stared into the black man’s smiling, handsome face.
“I’m sure you got a nice piece of meat in there,” the black man said. “Some nice white boy meat.”
Now it was clear to Craig what was going on. His eyes darted around the bar in search of the nearest exit. He had to get out of there. Yet he was rooted to the seat. He couldn’t get up. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them.
As the strong black hand moved further up his thigh, Craig threw back his head and downed his beer. The cold liquid felt delicious as it rolled down his throat. A calm, relaxed feeling took hold of him. The horny hand rubbing his thigh and moving dangerously close to his cock no longer bothered him.
Just an hour earlier, he’d been dying to experience something new, to break out the tired routine that was killing his enthusiasm for life. This was the chance he’d been waiting for--a chance to push past his limits and experience something totally new.
He put his hand on top of the black man’s and guided it to his crotch. The meaty black hand squeezed, released, then squeezed again. What a delicious feeling.
“How about we get out of here?” Craig said.
The black man smiled. “You ever tasted chocolate cock before?”
“Tonight, will be the first time I hope,” Craig responded.
Outside the bar, the two men flagged down a cab. They got dropped off a dingy motel on the outskirts of town. The overweight receptionist looked both the men up and down. Their briefcases and suits seemed comple
tely out of place in an establishment that was known for housing the dregs of the local community—alcoholics, druggies, prostitutes, and bums. For two men with a lot to lose if they got caught together this was the perfect place to meet. There was little chance that they would see any of their colleagues or associates in such a run down joint.
“Don’t make a lot of noise,” the fat woman behind the counter said as she handed the black man the key. “People are trying to sleep.”
The black man snatched the key from the haggard looking woman and both men headed towards the room.
As they walked into the room, feelings of guilt rushed through Craig’s body. His brain was buzzing because of the alcohol but he was still aware of what he was doing. He was about to cheat on his wife with a man—a black man.
“I have to take a piss,” Craig said. “I’ll be right out.”
“Is everything ok?” The black stud asked.
“Yeah, of course,” Craig said. “Everything’s fine.”
The tone of his voice contradicted his words. There was an unmistakable hint of anxiety and apprehension in his voice. He was on the verge of pulling back, calling this illicit hook-up off, and heading home like an obedient husband. Yet something inside of him revolted against that drive to conform, to pull back from the edge before he did something that he would never be able to take back.
While Craig was figuring out what to do next, his companion stepped out of his clothes. I wonder if he’s done this before? Craig thought. He seems really comfortable with this whole thing. I can’t be his first.
“Are you just going to stand there staring me,” the hunk said. “Let me see that white snake you got in those pants.”
Craig reached down and squeezed his cock. Then he licked his lips and stared at the gym-hardened body that stood before him. The man’s muscular physique made Craig insecure. It had been months since he’d made it to a gym. The comforts of suburban life have a way of making men weak. That fact made the black man’s imposing build that much more impressive. This was a man who hadn’t let himself go. He hadn’t allowed himself to get complacent when it came to physical exercise.
“C’mon Craig, don’t be nervous. Let’s start playing,” the man said as he stood up and stepped out of his boxers. A large cock flopped between his legs. Craig marveled at the piece of thick, dark brown meat. It was the first time he’d ever seen black cock swinging in front of his face. The experience was even more exciting than he’d expected.
“How long you going to stand over there?”
“What do you want me to do?” Craig said hesitantly.
The black stud put his hands on his hips and laughed. He had the body and confidence of a man who’d had a great physique his whole life.
“I want you to get on your knees and start sucking this cock.”
Craig hesitated for a moment. He wasn’t sure whether to get on his knees and obey the command or to run out of the hotel room before his sense of manhood was completely destroyed.
The black hulk was not going to let him get away. And it was clear from Craig’s dilating pupils and rising erection that he really wasn’t interested in getting away.
“You’ve never done this before, heh?” The black man asked.
Craig shook his head. The next thing he knew there were two strong hands on his shoulders and they were forcing him down towards the floor. The large cock hung right in front of his face. For a few seconds all he could do was stare it. It fascinated him but he was afraid to take hold of it.
“C’mon, you little whore. Take that big black cock in your mouth.”
“But I’ve never done this before,” Craig said.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You’ve had your cock sucked by plenty of pretty girls haven’t you?”
Craig nodded yes.
“Well, there you go. You just pretend that you’re a pretty little bitch licking my cock. Remember how the girls did it to you. Take this,” the black man finished saying as he handed Craig a bottle of lube. Craig squirted some in his palm then rubbed it up and down the thick black shaft. The cock was long and hard with a thick vein running down the middle. Cock veins, whether big or small, always fascinated him. When he looked at porn he would always get excited and cum really hard when the guys had a big cock. When he watched porn it was always straight porn. He’d never had the desire to watch two guys fucking. Sure, he enjoyed seeing fit, good-looking dudes in the straight pornos, but he’d always assumed that most straight guys enjoyed that as well.
Holding another man’s cock in his hand for the first time was a mind blowing experience for him. He couldn’t stop smiling. He had a wide-eyed expression of pure joy. His cock, long and thick with a pink mushroom head, twitched between his legs. It was ready to go. Precum oozed from the tip.
Craig began jamming the huge black cock in and out of his mouth. He licked up and down the shaft, his tongue slobbering all over the dark brown flesh.
“That’s it. Be a good little cock slut. Slurp all over that fat black cock.”
Jerking and jerking with both hands, Craig was doing his best to make the fat cock explode, to have it bust right in his face. He wanted to taste every drop of the man’s virile seed. His arms were starting to get tired. His forehead was covered in sweat. He desperately wanted to take one of his hands off the other man’s cock, so that he could start jerking his own.
He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer without coming.
“Oh my god,” Craig said. “I want your come so bad. So fucking bad. Please give it to me.”
“Haha. I want you to beg some more. Beg like a little bitch and maybe I’ll give you some of this cock. You little fairy bitch.”
Some men would have been scared or turned off by the man’s harsh words, but Craig wasn’t like most. Being disrespected and treated like a bitch was turning him on. He didn’t’ bother questioning the feeling. This wasn’t the time for that.
“Please, please give it to me,” Craig pleaded.
The hung stud stared down at him smiling.
“I like it when you beg white boy,” the man said. “You make quite the begging bitch. But I’m not ready to cum yet. I want you to turn your fairy ass around and let me pound your pussy hole.”
A shiver of fear passed through Craig’s body. He wasn’t ready to take a cock in his ass. He especially wasn’t ready to take that prodigious black rod. No fucking way. It might kill him!
“Turn your punk ass around, white boy. I’m taking that ass.”
Craig swallowed hard and stared up at the man with fear in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he’d gotten himself into. Why had he come back here? Was there a possible way for him to escape?
Craig felt the strong fingers rubbing lube onto his asshole. It was another first for him. No man had ever touched his asshole before. Two fingers breached his tight, virgin orifice. He moaned and closed his eyes. What a feeling! He’d never felt anything like that.
“You like that white boy?” The towering stud said. “You like that fat black cock all in your ass?”
“Yes, please, sir. Give it to me. It feels so good.”
Craig didn’t have to ask twice. The sweat covered stud began pumping and thrusting his huge black cock in and out of his hole. After a few minutes of pounding, Craig’s cock exploded. Cum spurted out of his dick as if from a fountain. It felt so good.
A few moments later Craig felt the huge black cock pulsating in his asshole. The stud groaned and groaned and his last couple squirts of come shot into the de-flowered hole.
--THE END--
Hot Scenes with Charles
The weather had been bad for almost a week. It was raining and thunderstorms roamed randomly all throughout the city, rendering Rudy incapable of enjoying his vacation. He could not escape the house, he was trapped into watching a series of movies and his favorite porn videos. He eventually got bored and decided to go to the nearest gym when the rain poured lightly. It did, thankfully.
Suddenly, when he was at the gym, he was shocked to see one of his favorite porn actors, Charles. He instantly became distracted, especially when the actor offered to help him with the barbells. They both shared a moment in the shower room, though nothing special really occurred. Well, not until Rudy went out of the gym and saw Charles waiting for him outside and invited him somewhere Rudy would never forget.
Where did they go? What did they do?
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That particular March afternoon was rainy, gloomy and chilly. I knew I really needed to escape after being cooped up in my apartment for nearly three days, watching my favorite movies and porn videos. I could feel the four walls were closing in on me. I couldn't remember the last time I saw the sun as it had been raining for almost a week.
I decided to go to the gym despite the bad weather because I really didn't have anything to do. I noticed that everybody, including me, was not in a good mood due to the bad weather. I was hoping that a workout might somehow improve my disposition. I was sick of this fucking La Nina, well, I usually enjoyed working out as I mostly enjoyed its benefits.
Well, in the past two and a half years I was able to pack on 19 pounds of hard muscle onto my former 155 pounds, 5'10 height. I felt delighted that my friends noticed the difference, and so did I.
It was almost empty when I got to the gym. After all, it was hell raining and I guessed nobody wanted to go out in the rain. I smiled at a few of the regulars on my way to the locker room before quickly changing into my gym clothes.
I should also mention that it is an all “gay gym”. Most of the time, I had always kept into myself, maybe because I can be painfully shy. I was really intimidated by all the hunky guys I saw when I first started working out.
Finally, to begin my routine, I racked up the weights on the bench press. As I laid down, my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of my favorite person to ogle at the gym, it was Charles. Well, Charles wasn't his real name. I was certain of that. It was his screen name, Charles was one of my favorite porn stars.
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