It was the craziest thing, putting that ad in the regional gay paper. I really didn't think anybody would answer it, 'cause I didn't think anybody was as crazy and kinky as I am, at least not around THIS little town. New York City, MAYBE, but not here. So here I am, on my way to meet this guy, out on the highway, at the convenience store. How convenient. I ain't about to bring somebody I've never met to my house without taking a look at him at least. Especially a guy who says he's gonna enjoy pounding his fist into my belly, and makin' me his sex slave for the night. I'm not even real sure I can do this.
It all stems from a night five years ago, when I picked up a hitchhiker on the way home from the city. He was just "hikin' around, seein' the sights", he said, and then asked for a place to stay. I told him he could stay with me if he wanted, but that I was gay and kinky, and might try to get in his pants. He said that he wasn't gay, but would "take a chance", and stay. We got a bunch of beer, and as the evening progressed, and we got drunker, he decided that I was gonna give him a blowjob, whether I wanted to or not. Obviously I wanted to, but thought I'd pretend I was having big second thoughts, and said that I didn't think I wanted to. At that moment, I was taken into a sensual, sexual world that I had no real idea existed. He got up off the couch, came over and pulled me up, and immediately sank his fist, deep and hard, into my belly. That was the start of a long, hot evening of cum sucking, piss drinking, ass eating and belly punching, that left me with a bellyache and hardon for two days, and wanting more.
So now, here I am, on my way to the convenience store, to meet this guy, who says his name is Eric, and sounds VERY black on the phone. We had discussed my "rules" and safe words, which he agreed to abide by, so now I'm about to lay eyes on the first guy that's even come close to fulfilling my wildest fantasies of the last five long years since the hitchhiker.
As I drove up, there, for God and everybody to see, was Eric, who is, indeed, very black. I pulled up about two spaces over from where he was standing, and just sat there staring at him, which he noticed, and after a couple of very long minutes, his 5'9" 150lb body made it's way toward the car. Wearing well-worn 501's that were tight in all the right places, along with a cut-off tank top, I could easily see smooth but tight abs, almost skinny, but not quite, The bulge in his crotch left nothing to the imagination, except whether he was cut or not. He had an "innie" belly button, with an actual button, perfectly formed, about a quarter inch in. Perfect tongue material. "You Randy?" he asked when he got to the window. I answered "Yeah, I am. And you're Eric, no doubt". He said " Yeah, an' I'm gonna show ya who's boss. I'll be runnin' th' show." "OK", I said, trying to give him my best cower. "I'll follow ya to yer place, slave, now don't be goin' too fast , or I'll get pissed." "Yes sir, I'll go slow". As he turned to go back to his car, I was greeted by a sight to behold; a bubble-butt ass that you coulda set a drink on. The seam in the back quickly disappeared into an ass crack that looked as deep as the fucking Grand Canyon. The man could probably crack walnuts with those cheeks. An ass to die for!!!
When we got to the house, we went in, and the first thing he said was "Get me a beer, I need a few more to work up a good load." "Yes sir", and off to the fridge I went. When I returned, we sat down and watched some basketball 'cause that's what he wanted to do. While we did that, he kept rubbing his crotch and was telling me what he had planned for me. I was getting hard just listening to him. He had me turn the lights way down low, and the ones that weren't variable, he wanted off. Three or four beers later, Eric says "Hey bro, I got me a load here, ready to go. Git up", getting up himself. Before I could do anything, he reached down and pulled me up by my right arm. When I got straightened up, he drove his fist deep into my stomach, saying "Next time be quicker, like ya wanna suck piss bad". The punch doubled me over, but Eric pulled me back up again, asking "Didya hear me? Now I want ya t' put your arms around my neck and lean into me, and don't fuckin' let go, no matter what, y' hear, you fuckin' piss drinkin' dick sucker?" I leaned into him, kinda crossed my arms around his neck, and held on, as three more punches found their way into the center of my guts. As my grunts and groans spilled out onto Eric's shoulder, he jammed his index finger into my bellybutton.
Pushing it all the way in, practically to my backbone, he moved it around, looking for a way to go deeper yet. When he found it, he jabbed it in harder, several times, stirring my guts. The pain seemed to go straight to the very center of my being, and then branching out, going up into my head like electric shocks, and down though my prostate, right into my dick,which was now hard as a rock and throbbing. All of a sudden, another deep punch in the stomach, again almost doubling me over, only my arms holding me up. "get on your fuckin' knees" Eric said, "and get ready to suck piss." I let go and sank to my knees, my face sliding along his sweaty black chest, and down his flat belly, coming to rest with my face in his crotch, the smell of man musk filling my nostrills. He grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me back a little and said "Don't move yer head". He grabbed his semi hard dick and whipped it across my face. Instantly, I opened my eyes, and in the dim light I saw what must have been the biggest dick I had seen in years.
It was at least 10 or 11 inches long, and nearly as big around as my wrist, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. A beautiful specimen of black penis, mostly smooth, with a very large cum vein running the length of it, becoming huge near the base. The head, completely exposed by circumcision, was a classic shape, with a large upswept flare on top, the sides sweeping down and under, forming a large deep cleavage at the front, deep inside of which was a huge piss hole, that I could almost get the whole tip of my tongue in. It had a combined taste of pre-cum, sweat, musk, and a slight flavor of beer piss. He slapped my face with it a couple more times, and then placed the tip of it against my lips. "French kiss it" Eric demanded, which I did, pursing my lips around the front of the head. If I had tried hard, I probably could have gotten the whole head in my mouth, but I didn't think that was what he wanted, and besides, his dick still wasn't even fully hard yet. As I tongued his piss hole, he began to moan a little, and a few drops of sweet piss dribbled out, which I quickly swallowed, followed by more. He was letting piss out in dribbles, just to tease me, I think. I kept moaning and squealling for more. Suddenly a huge stream erupted, rapidly filling my mouth. I chugged it down, just in time to chug another, and another. Then he stopped. "Get up!" he yelled. "Get in the bathroom, take off you clothes, and get in the fuckin' tub." Before I could answer or move, he slammed another punch deep in my belly again, and then gouged my bellybutton with his finger , while holding me up against him. "You like gettin' it in th' belly, don'tcha!!"
When I didn't answer, he drew back and drove a spear hand up into my stomach, doubling me over again. He pulled me back up and put another full-fisted punch right in my bellybutton, and then two more deep spear hands, his fingers pounding their way to the very bottom of my belly hole. My grunts, groans and moans just seemed to turn him on even more. As he pulled my face up to his, his lips almost touching mine, he said "I know you fuckin' like it, now get in the fuckin' tub like I said", and he shoved me down the hall towards the bathroom. I got my clothes off pretty fast and got on my knees in the tub. In seconds, the lights went out, and I heard him get in the tub, standing in front of me. I could feel his body heat on my naked skin. "Keep your hands down at your sides. Don't move 'em" I was told. "Put the back of your head against the wall and keep it there." he said as he pushed my head back.
Then I could feel the heat from his dick front of me, almost directly on my lips, and then he cut loose, spraying my face, hair, and body with a thick high pressure stream of piss. Then he jammed it in my mouth, still pumping piss like a garden hose, only hot sweet beer piss was squirting out, flooding my mouth faster than I could swallow it. I was trying to chug it down as fast as I could, and still it was squirting out of the corners of my mouth. Finally, the stream stopped. He told me to play with his balls, which were massive, close to the size of tennis balls. I fondled them with both hands, then with one hand, I began to stoke his bottom vein, feeling how big it was. As I got near the base of his dick, the vein violently swelled up, and a split-second later, my mouth was filled to capacity again. It stopped, and as I swallowed it, I could feel another gusher coming. He pumped several more into me, almost filling my belly. Then he pulled out and began to jack off his now very rigid dick. I could hear him working it, pounding up and down on it, harder and faster as he started moaning and cursing.
With a last couple of big grunts, he plowed his dick into my mouth, the head fully imbedded in my throat. I have a fairly small mouth, and I really didn't think it would go in that far, but the force of his thrust made for no other possibility. I felt his vein swell up forcefully several times, squirting huge streams of bitter-sweet, slightly salty cum down my throat. If it hadn't tasted like cum, with the force and length of the streams, it could just as easily have been piss. Eight or nine squirts, the first five or six being of huge quanities, was more cum in one orgasm than I had ever seen one man deliver, and deliver it he did! After he finished cumming, he told me to keep my mouth on it. After a couple of minutes, his now big but soft dick shot a few more squirts of piss. Then he pulled out of my mouth, and turned around, leaning back into my face, which was now buried in his ass crack. "Lick my asshole" he commanded. "Stick your tongue right up in my hole" He spread his cheeks and pushed back harder. I pushed my tongue as far into his sphincter as it would go. I licked all around in it, around the edges and back into it again. Pushing back even harder, he let go of his cheeks and almost crushed my face.
He worked his ass back into me, forcing my tongue in a little more. As I worked it in and out, he moaned as if he was about to expire in ecstacy. I worked my hand between his legs , up to his balls, which I began to massage. Soon, my face was really starting to take a beating, being alternately squeezed and then smothered by hard-as-steel buns. His ball sack began to shake, and his asshole started clamping on my tongue. Just as I figured he was getting ready to cum again, he pulled away, and said "Get on the bed, belly up, with yer ass hangin' off the bed. Hurry the fuck up, an' do it!" I got up and headed for the bed in near darkness. As I got to it, Eric spun me around and planted one deep in my belly. Pulling me up and throwing my arms around his neck, he hammered two more in, deep and hard. He pushed me back onto the bed and pushed my arms up over my head, and said "Keep 'em there". Then he pulled me towards the edge of the bed, leaving my ass hanging just off the edge. He grabbed a pillow, and folding it double, stuffed it under the small of my back, raising me up some, and stretching my belly wide open for the hard punches that I knew were coming. Surprisingly, he got down between my legs, and began rubbing my stomach, taking his thumbs and kneading them into and around my belly button. Then, leaving one hand to poke and prod my gut, he began fingering my asshole, putting large amounts of vaseline on his finger, and sliding it up into me, gently at first, but then getting rougher.
Two, then three fingers later, he was really starting to get worked up. He was pushing the bottom of my already deep bellybutton into my backbone, causing flashes of pain that shot all over my body, and down into my dick which was already at half mast. I was close to delirium, when I began to feel a warm log being pushed up into my ass. I tried to relax as the head slid past my sphincter, but was brought back to reality as twelve inches of hard black pole were shoved all the way up into me in one hard thrust. My first tendency was to lift up, quickly quelled, by a fist, driven hard into my stretched out belly. Then four or five more, each one driving me further down onto his imbedded dick. Soon, my guts were impaled to the hilt. I could feel the huge head of his dick pushing up into my belly. He began thrusting into me, making squishy sounds in my bowels. As he pumped harder, I could feel his balls banging into my ass cheeks. As his grunts and groans grew louder, he grabbed my waist in both hands, as if to strangle it, pushing both his thumbs into my belly hole, stretching and deforming it.
Then, sinking his index finger up to the second knuckle in my belly button, he began alternately thrusting into my ass and my belly hole. My body was shaking violently from the thrusting and abdominal abuse I was being subjected to, but I didn't care. The feelings shooting through my body were indescribable, even to me. All I could do was lay there and take it, ready to cum without even touching myself. As Eric got closer to cumming, the belly abuse got rougher, becoming punch after punch, timed with each thrust. In another minute, I could feel huge bibbons of cum being pumped into my ass, then three more deep punches, straight into my soft heaving belly. Suddenly, my ass began to fill even more, as Eric pumped another load of piss into me. The piss kept coming and coming. I felt like a water ballon about to burst. Then, just when I thought it might be over, the hardest and deepest punch of the night came down on my belly, almost causing me to spill the contents of my ass, except I was clamped so tight on Eric's horse dick that nothing leaked out. It hurt like hell though, and I shot my load all over Eric's chest. He wiped it off and smeared it all over my belly. He slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, making sure I had time to clamp it shut. He gently slapped my belly, and leaned over to kiss and suck on my bellybutton for a minute.
Then he got up, smiled, and said he had to go. I decided to hold my ass load as long as I could, and watched him get dressed. As he headed out the door, he smiled and said he'd be back, and maybe, If I was a real good slave, he'd bring me one of his homies. God, I can hardly wait. Man, have I got a bellyache.
It all stems from a night five years ago, when I picked up a hitchhiker on the way home from the city. He was just "hikin' around, seein' the sights", he said, and then asked for a place to stay. I told him he could stay with me if he wanted, but that I was gay and kinky, and might try to get in his pants. He said that he wasn't gay, but would "take a chance", and stay. We got a bunch of beer, and as the evening progressed, and we got drunker, he decided that I was gonna give him a blowjob, whether I wanted to or not. Obviously I wanted to, but thought I'd pretend I was having big second thoughts, and said that I didn't think I wanted to. At that moment, I was taken into a sensual, sexual world that I had no real idea existed. He got up off the couch, came over and pulled me up, and immediately sank his fist, deep and hard, into my belly. That was the start of a long, hot evening of cum sucking, piss drinking, ass eating and belly punching, that left me with a bellyache and hardon for two days, and wanting more.
So now, here I am, on my way to the convenience store, to meet this guy, who says his name is Eric, and sounds VERY black on the phone. We had discussed my "rules" and safe words, which he agreed to abide by, so now I'm about to lay eyes on the first guy that's even come close to fulfilling my wildest fantasies of the last five long years since the hitchhiker.
As I drove up, there, for God and everybody to see, was Eric, who is, indeed, very black. I pulled up about two spaces over from where he was standing, and just sat there staring at him, which he noticed, and after a couple of very long minutes, his 5'9" 150lb body made it's way toward the car. Wearing well-worn 501's that were tight in all the right places, along with a cut-off tank top, I could easily see smooth but tight abs, almost skinny, but not quite, The bulge in his crotch left nothing to the imagination, except whether he was cut or not. He had an "innie" belly button, with an actual button, perfectly formed, about a quarter inch in. Perfect tongue material. "You Randy?" he asked when he got to the window. I answered "Yeah, I am. And you're Eric, no doubt". He said " Yeah, an' I'm gonna show ya who's boss. I'll be runnin' th' show." "OK", I said, trying to give him my best cower. "I'll follow ya to yer place, slave, now don't be goin' too fast , or I'll get pissed." "Yes sir, I'll go slow". As he turned to go back to his car, I was greeted by a sight to behold; a bubble-butt ass that you coulda set a drink on. The seam in the back quickly disappeared into an ass crack that looked as deep as the fucking Grand Canyon. The man could probably crack walnuts with those cheeks. An ass to die for!!!
When we got to the house, we went in, and the first thing he said was "Get me a beer, I need a few more to work up a good load." "Yes sir", and off to the fridge I went. When I returned, we sat down and watched some basketball 'cause that's what he wanted to do. While we did that, he kept rubbing his crotch and was telling me what he had planned for me. I was getting hard just listening to him. He had me turn the lights way down low, and the ones that weren't variable, he wanted off. Three or four beers later, Eric says "Hey bro, I got me a load here, ready to go. Git up", getting up himself. Before I could do anything, he reached down and pulled me up by my right arm. When I got straightened up, he drove his fist deep into my stomach, saying "Next time be quicker, like ya wanna suck piss bad". The punch doubled me over, but Eric pulled me back up again, asking "Didya hear me? Now I want ya t' put your arms around my neck and lean into me, and don't fuckin' let go, no matter what, y' hear, you fuckin' piss drinkin' dick sucker?" I leaned into him, kinda crossed my arms around his neck, and held on, as three more punches found their way into the center of my guts. As my grunts and groans spilled out onto Eric's shoulder, he jammed his index finger into my bellybutton.
Pushing it all the way in, practically to my backbone, he moved it around, looking for a way to go deeper yet. When he found it, he jabbed it in harder, several times, stirring my guts. The pain seemed to go straight to the very center of my being, and then branching out, going up into my head like electric shocks, and down though my prostate, right into my dick,which was now hard as a rock and throbbing. All of a sudden, another deep punch in the stomach, again almost doubling me over, only my arms holding me up. "get on your fuckin' knees" Eric said, "and get ready to suck piss." I let go and sank to my knees, my face sliding along his sweaty black chest, and down his flat belly, coming to rest with my face in his crotch, the smell of man musk filling my nostrills. He grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me back a little and said "Don't move yer head". He grabbed his semi hard dick and whipped it across my face. Instantly, I opened my eyes, and in the dim light I saw what must have been the biggest dick I had seen in years.
It was at least 10 or 11 inches long, and nearly as big around as my wrist, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. A beautiful specimen of black penis, mostly smooth, with a very large cum vein running the length of it, becoming huge near the base. The head, completely exposed by circumcision, was a classic shape, with a large upswept flare on top, the sides sweeping down and under, forming a large deep cleavage at the front, deep inside of which was a huge piss hole, that I could almost get the whole tip of my tongue in. It had a combined taste of pre-cum, sweat, musk, and a slight flavor of beer piss. He slapped my face with it a couple more times, and then placed the tip of it against my lips. "French kiss it" Eric demanded, which I did, pursing my lips around the front of the head. If I had tried hard, I probably could have gotten the whole head in my mouth, but I didn't think that was what he wanted, and besides, his dick still wasn't even fully hard yet. As I tongued his piss hole, he began to moan a little, and a few drops of sweet piss dribbled out, which I quickly swallowed, followed by more. He was letting piss out in dribbles, just to tease me, I think. I kept moaning and squealling for more. Suddenly a huge stream erupted, rapidly filling my mouth. I chugged it down, just in time to chug another, and another. Then he stopped. "Get up!" he yelled. "Get in the bathroom, take off you clothes, and get in the fuckin' tub." Before I could answer or move, he slammed another punch deep in my belly again, and then gouged my bellybutton with his finger , while holding me up against him. "You like gettin' it in th' belly, don'tcha!!"
When I didn't answer, he drew back and drove a spear hand up into my stomach, doubling me over again. He pulled me back up and put another full-fisted punch right in my bellybutton, and then two more deep spear hands, his fingers pounding their way to the very bottom of my belly hole. My grunts, groans and moans just seemed to turn him on even more. As he pulled my face up to his, his lips almost touching mine, he said "I know you fuckin' like it, now get in the fuckin' tub like I said", and he shoved me down the hall towards the bathroom. I got my clothes off pretty fast and got on my knees in the tub. In seconds, the lights went out, and I heard him get in the tub, standing in front of me. I could feel his body heat on my naked skin. "Keep your hands down at your sides. Don't move 'em" I was told. "Put the back of your head against the wall and keep it there." he said as he pushed my head back.
Then I could feel the heat from his dick front of me, almost directly on my lips, and then he cut loose, spraying my face, hair, and body with a thick high pressure stream of piss. Then he jammed it in my mouth, still pumping piss like a garden hose, only hot sweet beer piss was squirting out, flooding my mouth faster than I could swallow it. I was trying to chug it down as fast as I could, and still it was squirting out of the corners of my mouth. Finally, the stream stopped. He told me to play with his balls, which were massive, close to the size of tennis balls. I fondled them with both hands, then with one hand, I began to stoke his bottom vein, feeling how big it was. As I got near the base of his dick, the vein violently swelled up, and a split-second later, my mouth was filled to capacity again. It stopped, and as I swallowed it, I could feel another gusher coming. He pumped several more into me, almost filling my belly. Then he pulled out and began to jack off his now very rigid dick. I could hear him working it, pounding up and down on it, harder and faster as he started moaning and cursing.
With a last couple of big grunts, he plowed his dick into my mouth, the head fully imbedded in my throat. I have a fairly small mouth, and I really didn't think it would go in that far, but the force of his thrust made for no other possibility. I felt his vein swell up forcefully several times, squirting huge streams of bitter-sweet, slightly salty cum down my throat. If it hadn't tasted like cum, with the force and length of the streams, it could just as easily have been piss. Eight or nine squirts, the first five or six being of huge quanities, was more cum in one orgasm than I had ever seen one man deliver, and deliver it he did! After he finished cumming, he told me to keep my mouth on it. After a couple of minutes, his now big but soft dick shot a few more squirts of piss. Then he pulled out of my mouth, and turned around, leaning back into my face, which was now buried in his ass crack. "Lick my asshole" he commanded. "Stick your tongue right up in my hole" He spread his cheeks and pushed back harder. I pushed my tongue as far into his sphincter as it would go. I licked all around in it, around the edges and back into it again. Pushing back even harder, he let go of his cheeks and almost crushed my face.
He worked his ass back into me, forcing my tongue in a little more. As I worked it in and out, he moaned as if he was about to expire in ecstacy. I worked my hand between his legs , up to his balls, which I began to massage. Soon, my face was really starting to take a beating, being alternately squeezed and then smothered by hard-as-steel buns. His ball sack began to shake, and his asshole started clamping on my tongue. Just as I figured he was getting ready to cum again, he pulled away, and said "Get on the bed, belly up, with yer ass hangin' off the bed. Hurry the fuck up, an' do it!" I got up and headed for the bed in near darkness. As I got to it, Eric spun me around and planted one deep in my belly. Pulling me up and throwing my arms around his neck, he hammered two more in, deep and hard. He pushed me back onto the bed and pushed my arms up over my head, and said "Keep 'em there". Then he pulled me towards the edge of the bed, leaving my ass hanging just off the edge. He grabbed a pillow, and folding it double, stuffed it under the small of my back, raising me up some, and stretching my belly wide open for the hard punches that I knew were coming. Surprisingly, he got down between my legs, and began rubbing my stomach, taking his thumbs and kneading them into and around my belly button. Then, leaving one hand to poke and prod my gut, he began fingering my asshole, putting large amounts of vaseline on his finger, and sliding it up into me, gently at first, but then getting rougher.
Two, then three fingers later, he was really starting to get worked up. He was pushing the bottom of my already deep bellybutton into my backbone, causing flashes of pain that shot all over my body, and down into my dick which was already at half mast. I was close to delirium, when I began to feel a warm log being pushed up into my ass. I tried to relax as the head slid past my sphincter, but was brought back to reality as twelve inches of hard black pole were shoved all the way up into me in one hard thrust. My first tendency was to lift up, quickly quelled, by a fist, driven hard into my stretched out belly. Then four or five more, each one driving me further down onto his imbedded dick. Soon, my guts were impaled to the hilt. I could feel the huge head of his dick pushing up into my belly. He began thrusting into me, making squishy sounds in my bowels. As he pumped harder, I could feel his balls banging into my ass cheeks. As his grunts and groans grew louder, he grabbed my waist in both hands, as if to strangle it, pushing both his thumbs into my belly hole, stretching and deforming it.
Then, sinking his index finger up to the second knuckle in my belly button, he began alternately thrusting into my ass and my belly hole. My body was shaking violently from the thrusting and abdominal abuse I was being subjected to, but I didn't care. The feelings shooting through my body were indescribable, even to me. All I could do was lay there and take it, ready to cum without even touching myself. As Eric got closer to cumming, the belly abuse got rougher, becoming punch after punch, timed with each thrust. In another minute, I could feel huge bibbons of cum being pumped into my ass, then three more deep punches, straight into my soft heaving belly. Suddenly, my ass began to fill even more, as Eric pumped another load of piss into me. The piss kept coming and coming. I felt like a water ballon about to burst. Then, just when I thought it might be over, the hardest and deepest punch of the night came down on my belly, almost causing me to spill the contents of my ass, except I was clamped so tight on Eric's horse dick that nothing leaked out. It hurt like hell though, and I shot my load all over Eric's chest. He wiped it off and smeared it all over my belly. He slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, making sure I had time to clamp it shut. He gently slapped my belly, and leaned over to kiss and suck on my bellybutton for a minute.
Then he got up, smiled, and said he had to go. I decided to hold my ass load as long as I could, and watched him get dressed. As he headed out the door, he smiled and said he'd be back, and maybe, If I was a real good slave, he'd bring me one of his homies. God, I can hardly wait. Man, have I got a bellyache.
