My French Canadian

I saw him standing on the curb near the freeway off ramp. He was young, somewhat disheveled but handsome in a foreign sort of way. Preparing to stop for a red light, I slowed. He gazed directly at me, raising his thumb in the universal hitchhikers' salute. He was so fucking attractive as he arched his brow in an appeal for a ride. I nodded my head, unlocking the passenger door. Recognizing the positive click of the power door lock, the young man lifted his satchel off the ground and moved toward the car. He opened the door, placing his belongings in the back seat then sat down next to me. He smiled shyly and offered his hand.

"Thank you for letting me ride with you. My name is Jean-Pierre," he said with a decidedly French accent.

"My name is Robert," I replied. "Where are you headed?" I asked.

"Headed?" he asked. "Oh, I understand now," he chuckled. "No place in particular. I am touring this summer and I want to see whatever I can. I'm from Quebec in Canada." I was immediately taken with his gentle brown eyes with their long, thick, lush lashes. His facial features were thin yet strong and masculine. "Gallic nose," I thought to myself. He had a two-day growth of beard on his tanned face.

Waiting for the traffic light to change, I glanced over to appraise him. He was wearing loose-fitting jeans, hiking boots and a colorful cotton shirt. The hands that rested on his thighs excited me. The fingers were long, slender and well shaped, the nails generous but proportioned to his hand. I wondered to myself if those lovely fingers were any indication of what lurked in those baggy jeans. The sound of an impatient horn honking behind me brought me back to the moment and I pressed on the accelerator.

"Is there anything of interest in this area?" he asked. "I was left here and do not know where I am. My plan is to go to San Francisco."

Since it was getting late in the afternoon, I offered that he could probably get a ride further up the road. I also offered that he might want to wait until the morning when the odds would be better. He mulled this over and then asked if there were any inexpensive motels in the area at which he could spend the night.

"I also must wash my clothes and my body," he said with a laugh while pinching his nose. I don't know what came over me. His charming manner and good looks had totally captured my heart. Ignoring any thoughts of danger and my better judgement, I offered to let him spend the night at my apartment.

"I have laundry facilities and a shower you can use. I'm a pretty good cook, too, and I could make you dinner," I said.

"Ah, Robaire, that would be wonderful," he responded. As he said this, he gently patted my thigh. "I will be a good guest and try to repay your generosity," he said with a sly wink.

After arriving at my apartment, I poured two glasses of wine. We exchanged a little small talk and told me something about himself.

"I am 23 years old, unmarried and a graduate of the university. I have a girlfriend at home but I decided to travel through America and Canada before starting with my career," he offered. "One should travel when one is young and one's juices are flowing. Don't you agree?" he asked. After enjoying the wine, Jean-Pierre asked if he could begin laundering his clothes. "I would like very much to wash now since I feel so soiled," he said in his somewhat formal English.

I showed him where the washer and dryer were and he unpacked the clothes from his bag, separating the various colors into piles. When the bag was emptied, nonchalantly began to take off his boots and the rest of the clothes he was wearing. Before long, he stood before me stark naked. He placed his clothes on top of the piles.

"Ah, to the laundry and the shower!" he said gaily. Jean-Pierre was even more beautiful nude than I had anticipated. His body was tanned, lithe and hard-muscled. The few strands of silky brown hair between his pecs betrayed his youth. His nipples were large, raison-colored and shaped like tender buds. A hint of fine, soft hair trailed down from his navel to his pubes. His loins were milky white in sharp contrast to the tan of his upper body and his long, muscled legs. Large, low-hanging, almost hairless testicles rested behind a long thin cock. The tight foreskin did not quite cover the helmet-shaped head of this beauty, leaving a teardrop of a piss-slit visible. As he arranged his soiled laundry, he turned his back to me, displaying two beautiful melon-shaped cheeks that sloped down from his trim waist and tapered to his perfectly formed legs. While he bent over to pick up his laundry, I caught a glimpse of the rosebud that nestled in his hairless ass crack and the twin fig-like nuts that dangled down between his legs. The way his nuts jiggled between his legs as he moved drove me mad with lust. It was all I could do to keep myself from dropping to my knees and licking those luscious sperm-filled balls. While trying to keep my obvious hardon from showing, I helped him load the washer and add the detergent.

"Do you want some fabric softener added also," I tremulously asked.

"What is that, Robaire?" he asked.

I told him it was a softening agent, at which he glanced at my crotch and laughingly said,

"Oui, mon Cher, but I think you need it more than I do!" I blushed crimson.

"Will you come talk to me while I bathe, Robaire?" Jean-Pierre asked.

"Sure," I replied, trying to act as nonchalant as he.

Wild horses could not have prevented me from going with him. He stepped into the shower enclosure and turned on the water, balancing the hot and cold. When the temperature suited him, he stepped under the shower head and let the warm water stream down over this head and shoulders.

"Ah, Robaire, this is heaven!" he crooned.

After luxuriating under the water, he took up the bar of soap and began to lather up. I stood transfixed as I watched his hands spread the lather over his face, arms and chest. I tried to make more small talk but the intensity of my excitement made me babble like a fool. I slumped down on the floor opposite the shower and said nothing more as his soapy hands began to wash between his legs. He lovingly bathed his nuts and the area between his legs. Watching him touch those intimate spots got me so excited I became light-headed. My own cock was hard as steel and straining inside my jeans. I squeezed my legs together to intensify the fantastic sensations I felt in my dick.

Jean-Pierre now moved his attention to his still soft penis. He skinned back the foreskin and began to lave his cock with his soapy hand. He made sure the soap reached under the hunk of foreskin that covered his dick.

"It is important to thoroughly clean your instrument, no?" he said, looking over at me. "Do you have skin left? I know that most Americans have their skin cut off when they are babies."

"No, I'm cut," I stammered in reply.

"Is that what you call it?" he asked, smiling.

"Yeah," I replied, "Cut and uncut."

Watching him was driving me fucking crazy. I had to get out of there or I was going to make a complete fool of myself.

"I think I'll go see what I have that I can fix for us to eat," I said.

With that, I put a towel near the shower for him and headed toward the kitchen to start fixing dinner. As I walked to the kitchen, I removed the load of clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer. I loaded his second pile of dirty clothes into the washer and started the cycle. In the kitchen, I found some potatoes and peeled them. I had a couple of steaks in the refrigerator and thought I'd broil them and fry the potatoes. With a salad and more wine we'd have a passable dinner. As I worked, my mind kept going back to the beautiful young man, naked as a jay bird, in my bathroom. My hardon didn't go down one bit! After I while, I sensed Jean- Pierre behind me. He came up close and started massaging my back.

"You are such a generous person, Robaire. I truly am thankful to you," he said. "Especially now that I don't smell so bad anymore. See!" he added playfully, hugging me from behind.

My knees got weak and wobbly as he lightly held his body up against my back.

"I see you found the shampoo, Jean-Pierre. I can smell it in your hair," I said.

"Yes, it does have a nice aroma to it, non? "Is there more wine?" he asked.

"Yes, over there on the counter. Please pour me some, too," I replied.

He took his arms from around me and backed away. Soon, my newly filled wine glass was in front of me. I took a large sip and turned to face him. God, he was still naked! "Oh, your clothes are not done. Do you want to put on some of my clothes?" I stammered.

"Does it bother you that I am naked, Robaire?" he asked. " If it does, I will use yours. But, I am comfortable with no clothes."

"NO," I almost yelled out. "I don't mind you being nude at all! You are so beautiful!"

"Oh," he laughed, "women are beautiful, not men, mon ami!"

"It's all a matter of one's perspective," I replied. "I think you are beautiful. Now, let's put the food on to cook," I said.

I fried the potatoes while Jean-Pierre, standing completely naked, made the salad. I broiled the steaks and opened another bottle of wine. When we sat at the table, he ate with gusto. I picked at my food. My mind was still in a sexual frenzy just sitting there across from him, eyeing his naked beauty.

After dinner he helped me clear the table and we set out to do the dishes. I washed, he dried and when we were through, I poured more wine for us. We went into the living room where Jean-Pierre stretched out on the sofa. I sat in a chair opposite him. We both sipped our wine silently for a while. Jean-Pierre looked at me with those wonderful brown eyes and said,

"You are homosexual, non?"

Embarrassed, I said, "Yes."

"And, you want to make love to me, non?" Jean-Pierre said.

"Oh, Mother-of-fucking-Christ, yes!" I replied.

"That would be nice, mon Cher," he replied as he got up off the couch and walked over to my chair. He bent down and lovingly took my face into his hands. He tenderly kissed my lips and then pulled me to my feet.

"Thank you for the bath, the dinner and the clean clothes," he said."Now, let us go to the bedroom," he said.

As we walked down the hall, he said, "Now you can get undressed, too, non?"

"Oh, yes!" I said. Jean-Pierre pulled back the bedclothes and then lay down, watching as I stripped naked. His dick had lengthened a bit but was still soft. I, on the other hand, sported a raging hardon. When I had pulled off the last of my clothes and was standing there with my dick reaching for the heavens, he held out his arms. He pulled me closer, spread his legs slightly and guided me down onto his body. As he held me in his arms, I kissed him like a mad man, grinding my cock against him. I wanted to kiss and lick every part of this man's body. I started by kissing his eyelids, moved down to his neck, then down to his nipples. They hardened and stood out as I licked, sucked and bit at them, going from one to the other. Jean- Pierre involuntarily moaned as I worked his nips over. One by one, I raised his arms over his head. I tongued and kissed his pits, causing more moans to come from Jean-Pierre's luscious lips. I worked my way down to his cock and balls. I licked at his cock and then took it into my mouth. It started growing as I sucked on it. Finally, it was fully hard. I knew that Jean-Pierre was enjoying it when he took my head in his hands and started slowly fucking my mouth. I pulled off his cock and said,

"Jean-Pierre, please let me worship your body."

With that, I began to lick and suck on his nuts, pulling them one by one into my mouth and sucking on them. Then, I licked that oh-so-sensitive area behind his nuts as I lifted his legs into the air. I then rolled him over onto his stomach, spreading his ass cheeks with my hands. I reveled at the beauty of his boyish, hairless buttocks, his rosebud asshole and the back of his nuts hanging down. I began licking up and down his cleft. He shuddered when my hot tongue reached his puckered asshole. My tongue swirled around and around his hole, occasionally forcing it way into that hot pit.

"Oh, mon Dieu," Jean-Pierre gasped as I rimmed him.

I pulled his hard cock back through his legs, alternating licking up and down the cock, his nuts and his asshole. Jean-Pierre started moaning in passion.

"I must finish, Robaire," he stammered in a fit of lust.

"No, Jean-Pierre, not yet," I said. "I've got other plans for us."

With that, I raised up. I caressed his body for a moment or two and then went into the bathroom. I found my tube of KY and squeezed a gob onto my fingers and jammed them up my asshole. I kept forcing more KY up my ass until I was thoroughly lubed. Then, taking the tube with me, I went back to the bedroom. Jean-Pierre had rolled over onto his back. He lay there with his eyes closed slowly jacking off his beautiful cock. He may have been fantasizing of a girlfriend in Canada, but I didn't care...I wanted that glorious dick up my ass.

I squeezed some KY onto my hand and gently rubbed it all over his cock. I stroked him several times and then said,

"Jean-Pierre, I want you to fuck me!" He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Oh, Greek-love, mon cheri! Is that what you want?"

"Yes, more than anything in the world right now. Please fuck me, Jean-Pierre!" I stammered.

He moved over to make room for me on the bed and I snuggled up against him. I felt him caressing my body. For the first time, he took my cock in his hand and began stroking it. He gently squeezed my nuts. Then I felt him reach behind me and finger my asshole. Shit, I was in heaven! Jean-Pierre lifted his beautiful body onto mine and settled down between my legs. As my legs wrapped around his slender body, he looked me in the eye, then kissed me His hard hot tongue worked its way all my mouth, intertwining with mine. He broke off the kiss and said,

"I have never done this to a man before, Robaire. Are you really sure to want me to do this?"

"Oh, God, yes. Fuck me please!" I pleaded. Jean-Pierre lifted his body so that I could hike my legs up and give him access to my throbbing asshole. Lying back down on me, I felt his hard nipples rubbing against me. I pushed him up and swiped at them with my tongue. The tongue on his nipples caused his cock to spasm involuntarily up against my ass cheeks. I felt Jean-Pierre's cock insistently pushing against my puckered asshole. Reaching underneath us, I grabbed his dick and aimed it at my hole.

"Push your cock in me, Jean-Pierre," I gasped.

I felt a sweet stab of pain as he slowly entered my ass.

"This is wonderful," he purred as he pushed it further and further up my butt.

"Fuck me, Jean-Pierre! Dick me like you fuck your girl friend's juicy cunt back home!" I pleaded.

With that encouragement, Jean-Pierre began to slowly draw his cock in and out of my ass. "Oh, Robaire, Claudine isn't this tight!" he said and he fucked me faster and faster. His steel-hard stick was pounding the hell out of my prostate, sending waves of sexual ecstasy through my body. Harking back to female-fucking, the only sexual experience he most likely has every had, he looking into my eyes and said,

"Claudine loves it when I suck on her tits while I love her."

With that, he began lick and suck on my straining nipples. The combination of his dick up my ass and his lips on my nipples was too much. My cock swelled, my balls pulled up tight in my scrotum and I shot cum all over my stomach. The twitching and squeezing in my shitter caused by my orgasm triggered in Jean-Pierre a gigantic, overwhelming orgasm.

"Oh, mon cheri, I am cumming! I am shooting it up your wonderful ass! Oh, Robaire! Oh, Robaire!" he murmured.

He continued to ram his dick into me as he shot his big load. When the last of his dick spasms stopped, he collapsed on me and kissed me fully on the lips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and contentedly held onto him for what seemed like forever. I lovingly caressed his shoulders and back, then slowly reached down and squeezed his ass cheeks. I kissed and sucked on his neck. These sensations caused his softening dick to twitch deep in my ass.

"Oh, sex was never like this with Claudine, Robaire," he sighed contentedly. "You are masterful! Your ass is so tight and hot! It makes my penis feel like it belongs there!" he said.

"It does belong there, Jean-Pierre," I replied. "You can fuck my ass as often as your want!" I promised.

We lay there silently, then contentedly fell asleep. We must have dreamed wonderful dreams because we both woke up with our cocks standing at attention. Jean-Pierre gently kissed me and we talked about what had happened between us.

"Robaire, I cannot believe how wonderful the things you did made me feel," he said. "When you took my penis into your mouth, I thought I had gone to heaven. Then, unbelievably, it became better when you used your tongue on my rear end. Oh, I thought I would die from the sensation. And then, actually fucking you, Oh, mon Dieu! I have never felt anything like that in sex!" I wish I could say that Jean-Pierre changed his mind about touring the States, but alas, he didn't. He did remain with me for four wonderful days during which we made love as two gay men are supposed to...hot, hard, and often. Jean-Pierre even experienced the joy of being held down by another man and fucked hard in the ass. He took it like a man, begging for more. Our sad but inevitable goodbye was said at the freeway entrance leading to San Francisco. Unknowing strangers must have thought it odd...one fine, handsome young man with tears in his eyes shyly waving farewell to an openly sobbing, disconsolate man behind the wheel of his car. That is how love ends at times...overwhelming pain that somehow seems to be the price one pays for incredible happiness and joy.

Taxi Ride

This past week I just got a little tired of my own cooking and decided to take a walk down Wisconsin Ave and see if any of the restaurants there offered anything I would like to have for dinner. I strolled by a couple of restaurants that I had eaten at in the past and they were all right, but tonight I just wasn't interested. I was only slightly hungry and nothing seemed to appeal to me. As I continued, I came up to a cross street and had to wait for the traffic light to change. Standing there, a cab pulled up next to me. Since I'm always looking around, keeping alert to my environment or surrounding personal space, I just made a mental note that the driver kept looking at me.

I couldn't figure out why, since I had made no attempt to flag a cab. One can't be too careful in DC. I'm not too concerned about the situation here, but I do like to keep alert and not act like I'm in a cloud and susceptible to potential problems. Continuing to walk down Wisconsin, for a couple more blocks, I thought I noticed that this particular cab had passed me a couple of time. I kept a mental note of his license plate and sure enough the fourth time he passed me, it was the same cab. When I finally got into a more heavily pedestrian area, I just hailed the cab over. He pulled over, and I opened up the front door. His comment was, "evening, need a ride." I was finally able to get a full and closer view of this cab driver, damn, he was a rather attractive fiftish black man. From my view point he was nice, hunky and solid, although one can't tell when a person is sitting down.

He certainly wasn't one of those skinny young yuppies. My response was, "no, but I curious just why you are following me?" His reply was, "well I was just cruising the avenue and looking for potential customers and since you seem to be walking for a long distance, I thought maybe you'd need a lift." I told him that I didn't need a lift and was enjoying a walk and looking for a restaurant to catch a bite to eat. He commented that in a couple of minutes he'd have to head for a Mickey Dee's for a quick snack. I told him, that he probably shouldn't be eating so much of that type of food. He told me, that when he has to eat by himself, he just heads for one of those quick places, eats and runs, not the best, but he said that he hated to eat alone in a decent restaurant. I told him that I was looking for a change of pace in restaurants, but hadn't made up my mind what I wanted to eat.

If he had any good suggestions I would appreciate it. I was trying to prolong the conversation, because he was just pleasant to the eyes. He commented that there was a new restaurant in the area and he had wanted to try it, but didn't have anyone that wanted to go with him. I asked him the type of food, and he said he thought that they did have some ribs, if I liked ribs. I said sure and that maybe I'll try that, if he could give me some directions. He said, "hop in, and I'll give you a lift." My heart was starting to pound, maybe I had been looking at him too intently, as my eyes devoured his body. Even though the weather was cold, he had the sleeves on his shirt rolled up, and it was unbuttoned enough to expose a lightly hairy chest that looked like they covered a wonderful set of pecs. His arms were the size of a weight lifter and his hands were immense. He had a nose that flared out every time he breathed, with lips that puckered upwards, not big, but nice an juicy.

He was partial bald, but had a most sexy mustache. The thighs that were pulling at the threads were the size of piano legs. Just a solid hunk of manhood. I declined, but he insisted that the ride would be on him. I finally agreed and got into the cab. On the way to the restaurant, we made some like chatter and a couple of times I thought that there were some innuendoes about a couple of fellows that were walking down the street. Nice comments, but I decided to ignore them, my heart was already beating too fast. The more I talked to him, the hotter I was getting and I wasn't paying any attention to my closest friend in my pants. I had jockey underwear and my cock was starting to feel it's oats by leaving a little precum spot.

When we got to the restaurant, I told him thanks and that I should pay him. He looked me up and down and said that I'd probably should cover up a little bit, it seems you've gotten a little wet. I gave him a sheepish grin and said something stupid, "oh, I was just thinking about something and it came up." He gave me that knowing grin and a cute wink, which encouraged me to ask him if he would like to join me. He said sure, business was slow and he was getting ready to call it quits for the evening. So we headed for the restaurant with me trying nonchalantly to carry a newspaper in front of me. It worked, and we were seated in a quiet corner booth. The waitress brought us our menus, but I asked decided to let Mark (the cab driver) make a suggestion. Since it was a rib place, he just suggested we try that. The waitress took our orders and returned with the drinks, but in the mean time Mark, with a smug look on his face, asked me what came up that got me a little wet. I returned his comment with a grin and said, "if you have to asked you don't need to know." "Ah, Ah, so now we are going to play a little cat and mouse," and with a bigger grin he continued, "what the hell do you think I kept driving by you for? My health? Damn, I saw something edible and decided to eat it, so there, the cards are on the table!" With that said, I continued by saying, "well I was suspicious about someone driving by so much, but then when I got in your cab, that old drive of seeing a hunky mature man got my old friend going again, and he was just wondering what it would be like to have a pair of nice lips planted around his head! Does that get the cards completely on the table?" With that, Mark could only say, "sure does, now do you want to do something about it?" I told him that I would not have invited him to have dinner with me if I didn't have some kind of plan, and that maybe we could discuss it over the ribs.

It didn't take too long for the ribs to show up and the both of us started eating. Of course anyone who has eaten ribs knows they are kind of messy. Mark cut the ribs apart and put one in his mouth and started chewing on it. After he had chewed most of the meat off, he kept the bone in his mouth and tried to talk. "Before this evening is over with, I hope I get to chew on another bone!" I said, "you sure will, with a grin, you have a whole plate full of them and when you through with those, I got some meat between my legs that will need a little sucking to get the juice out; after I've chewed on your black bone for awhile. I just wonder if sucking on your dark meat is going to be as delicious as chewing on this rib.

If I get that black cock of yours in my mouth, it's going to be sucked upon, I want to feel the head of that cock deep in my throat." "Yeh, you're going to suck it alright, and I hope your cock is ready for my hot lips to be working the head until that cock wants to unload it's cum." We continued talking, first of what we'd like to do to each other, then back to normal conversation, but it never took long for me to get side tracked and talk about sucking on that ebony cock of his. I wanted to feel those balls resting against my chin, I wanted to bury my nose in his black pubic hair, I wanted to 69 with this black adonis with my nose smelling his masculine balls. We quickly finished and headed for the cab. Once there, he said; "your place or mine." My response was, "which is closer." We ended up at my place. We didn't waste time on formalities, and headed directly for the bedroom.

Feeling his cock through those pants, it was large and hard. I wanted it. I grabbed Mark's belt buckle and started to tug at it. Next I unsnapped his jeans. We looked at each other, his eyes still in the shadow of his strong, masculine dark face, his bushy eyebrows hanging out from his face. I smiled at him as I put my hand inside his jeans. He was wearing white cotton briefs. I cupped my hand around the bulge in those briefs, moving it very slowly up and down. I stroked him through his shorts. With my other hand I pulled down his zipper, then using both hands I pushed the jeans down around his knees. Now the glory of Mark in his underwear was bulging against the white fabric. His legs were slightly hairy as I had imagined. I wanted to please him. His hardness was drawing me. I slid down on the couch as I put my hands on his powerful hips and slid further down. Now his underwear, with it's load of promise, was right in my face. My hands moved over onto the cheeks of his ass as I pulled him towards me. His crotch was right in my face. I started to nibble on him through his underwear. He was already hard, but he seemed to get harder and longer as my lips, curled over my teeth, ran up and down along him. I wanted him so very badly, Mark had gotten me mighty hot. I stopped at the head of his cock and started to suck air through the cotton of his briefs, drawing in the scent of him through my nostrils. He smelled horny and male. I started working my jaws on him. He was moaning by now. I wanted more.

I put a hand on each side of the elastic of his pure white briefs. With my thumbs I pulled out and forward so his erection would clear the band, then quickly down around his knees, pushing his jeans even further away. His beautiful cock bounced down in front of my face. I put the tip of my tongue on that vein on the bottom of his glans. Up and down, back and forth, flicking just the tip of my tongue on him, teasing, getting him hotter. Mark started to moan louder and faster. I decided he was ready and I took just the head of his cock into my mouth. I stopped moving completely and began to suck him. My cheeks pulled in against my teeth. Then I released the suction, sucked again, released, faster harder. Mark was going crazy now, the muscles in his powerful thighs were trembling. I started to pull him towards me as I took all of him into my mouth. Finally Mark was resting my nose against his pubic hair.

He had his hands around my head and I could barely move my head, so I put my hands on each side of his butt and started moving them towards me. Shoving that black phallus deeper into my throat. He started moving, sliding in and out of my mouth, pressing his torso against my face, then back again, back and forth. He started going faster. His pubic hair was getting wet with my saliva now, it began matting up against his skin, swirls of shiny black in the dim light. Faster still, harder, more intense. He was hitting the back of my throat each time. I did not want him to have an orgasm yet, but I couldn't stop him or myself. He exploded and I felt the tremendous throbbing of his cock deep into my throat. It felt so wonderful. He collapsed on the bed and said, "give me a couple of minutes, jeez, you must have been hot to suck that cock of mine, you were good." "Thanks, I try my best, but when a cock is as nicely shaped as yours and just the right size for sucking, I just can't resist. After you've rested a little bit, I'm going to try something you've probably not had done for some time. So just relax."

We talked for a short while about inane things, politics, the city, and other nonsense. Mark was getting very relaxed and that black thick muscle of his was resting nicely on his thigh. I was still hot but resisted hopping down on the cock again. For the next couple of minutes my eyes traveled up and down his body. Looking at his pectoral muscles, you could tell that he did do some working out, or he just had a nicely developed chest. There is a wonderful patch of hair covering his chest and tapered downward to his navel, then started up again going down to his groin. Just the right amount of hair to excite me. Mark had one hot fucking body. Thick muscular arms that had beautiful veining, thighs that were thick, yet not fat, the kind you just love to have wrapped around your head. I laid there just drooling over his bod, and keeping an eye on that flaccid black rod resting on a pair of massive nuts.

I wanted to roll those black marbles around in my hand, but I knew if I did, it'd get Mark excited again and I wanted to wait. After about 10 minutes he was completely relaxed, when all of a sudden I quickly picked up his soft cock and sucked it into my mouth, my cheeks quickly pulling in and massages the sides of his cock. He lets out a loud groan, "oh, gawd, suck it, damn, take that cock all the way." He grabbed the back of my head hard and rammed that soften fuck tool deep into my throat. It was still soft and I started to massage it with my tongue, sucking on it like a monster lollipop. My hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and I pulled with all my might, I was in heaven, burrowing my nose in his soft curly hair, smelling the musky order of a hot man that was fucking my face. He was impelling that cock into my throat, but it hadn't had time to get hard, the sensation was driving him crazy. Then suddenly he stopped. "Oh, no you don't, you're not going to take the pleasure of me sucking your cock away from me again. Turn around, I want to suck that cock of yours, just the way you did mind."

Eventually, we got in the 69 position and with our sizes about the same, I was able to get his drooling cock into my mouth. Both of us dove down on those phallus with a vengeance, sucking hard with our cheeks and working our tongues around the head. Our noses were buried into nut sacks, smelling the musky odor of a man that wants to give his all. Our hands were pulling and playing with those ass cheeks. He was massaging my cheeks and slowly working his fingers into my ass, By now he had two fingers in there and was massaging my prostate, I couldn't hold back, I shove my cock deep into his throat, my nuts tighten up into a little sack and then the explosion. My throbbing cock expanded and sent a flood tide of juice town his throat. He couldn't get enough of it. I wrapped my legs around his head hard and fucked his mouth. That sent him over the edge again. He wrapped his legs around my head and raped my throat. What a delicious feeling, knowing I was satisfying this animal. Finally the tension was gone and we both rolled back. I turn around and placed my arm over his handsome chest and said, "that was good, let's rest a bit, so we can do it again."

Pickup in the Subway

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Hard Sex

The ultimate sex experience of my life occurred back when I was twenty-one. I had just graduated from college and had started my first real job. I spent most of my first couple of paychecks on clothes to replenish my stock of tattered rags. On the weekend, my friends and I would go to the bars to dance.

One rainy Saturday night in October, the club we ended up at was definitely not full to capacity. It was unusual for that time of year, but it was well past midnight before there was any crowd at all. It was dead everywhere else we went that night so we were stuck there. That's how we felt about at the time. We suffered through the usual DJ's favorites and a few requests, but mostly just stood around looking cool and sophisticated.

I actually saw Derek's dick before I saw Derek. It was beautiful. I had gone to the washroom to drain the last couple of beers and was standing at the urinals minding my own business when a tall guy stepped up beside me and stood about six inches back from the urinal. I could not help but to notice the thick stream of piss that flew by from the corner of my eye. I sneaked a peak and could not believe the sight. It was long and thick with a large pink head. It had to be six inches long and an inch-and-a-half in diameter. It looked to be exactly the same size of an average sized fully erect cock. But this dick wasn't hard. I watched him hold it in his right hand and shake it around slightly while he pissed, as though he were drawing something or aiming at the holes.

When I realized that I had finished pissing and was developing a serious erection standing there staring at his dick, I tried to nonchalantly zip myself up and sneak a another peak as I stepped away from the urinal. As I did so, he was shaking the last few drops and I looked up at his face. He was starring at me with a proud grin. He continued to shake his big dick around while I watched helplessly. When he finally decided to put it away he stepped back and acknowledged my fervent starring with an arrogant smirk. Then he shrugged and walked out of the washroom.

I wanted him very badly. I followed him out the door but lost him in the milling crowd. It didn't take long for me to find him again. His long dark hair and black clothes acted like camouflage in the darker reaches of the club, but I found him near the back, standing, posing, god-like against a column.

Well, Derek knew what he had and he certainly knew how to use it. He was definitely a goodlooking guy with a squarish jaw and a slight cleft in his chin. He stood six foot, maybe six-one, about six inches taller than myself. He wasn't overly large or muscular, but you could tell by the way his clothes fit him he had a good body, a swimmer's build.

He was talking to a couple of other people that I did not recognize, but he saw me watching him. I gathered my hormones in and decided that I should not be so obvious about my desire for his flesh. I returned to the bar for another beer and rejoined my friends.

The sight of that beautiful dick seemed to have burned an impression onto my mind and I could think of little else while my friends talked animatedly amongst themselves. That's the quality of good friends. They know when you are having a moment and don't bug you about it.

About an hour later, as the crowd was beginning to thin out a little, I literally ran into him again. In my excitement I mumbled an apology and stood there blushing profusely. He seemed to find something funny about the whole thing, but instead of walking away he introduced himself and offered his hand to shake. Needless to say his grip was firm.

He spoke in short crisp sentences, pausing carefully before each word. He seemed to be very intelligent and thoughtful. He also had a strange sense of humor, rather sarcastic as it were. He would talk for a while and then he would stop and return my stare. He had way of looking straight at me so intently that I could actually feel it. It was very sexy and it made me rather excited. I looked to his crotch to see if the beast stirred.

When the bar announced last call, Derek asked me if I wanted to go out and smoke a joint. I immediately invited him to my place to smoke the joint there, but Derek wanted to smoke one right now so I followed him outside and down some dark alleyway across the street. There, standing in a small dark and filthy alcove, Derek pulled out a joint and proceeded to get me royally stoned. He pressed against me to give me a `super' and our lips touched. We passed it back and forth a few times before Derek dropped the roach and smeared it into the grunge with his boot. He then turned towards the wall, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big beautiful dick and started to piss. Two feet away from him I just stood and watched.

He was teasing me, but I didn't care. When the stream of piss subsided he didn't put it away but turned towards me to shake the last few drops. With an evil and sexy grin he asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. Staring at it, half-hard in his hand, but a mere foot away from my hands was too much for me to refuse.

I crouched down and reached for his cock, but he pulled it away. I looked up at him and he told me to get on my knees if I wanted to suck his cock. I protested that I was wearing good clothes and that the ground was wet with his piss. He just gave me that same sexy evil smirk and started to put his dick away. I pleaded, but he insisted that if I wanted to suck his cock I had to get on my knees right there.

I gave in and knelt on the wet pavement. Pleased, he turned back to face me and unzipped his fly. I sucked on him greedily. I wanted very badly to impress him with my cocksucking skills, but his dick got really thick as it got hard and that made it very hard to swallow it all the way down. Fully hard it was only about eight inches long, but it was so thick that my fingers barely touched when I wrapped my fist around the thick shaft. It was awesome.

After about ten minutes of sucking away on his dick like a kid with a lollypop, Derek stepped back and pulled his dick away from my grasp. I thought he was getting close to shooting a load. Instead, he slipped his dick back into his jeans and zipped up his fly and started walking back up the alley. Perplexed, I got up off my knees and with a quick look at those telltale stains I ran after him.

I caught up to him and asked him what was wrong. Derek just gave me that same cryptic and sexy grin and told me that we were going to go to my apartment so he could fuck me. I had stains in the knees of my good wool pants but I blushed anyway. He told me that I was cute when I blushed and he bent down to kiss me.

We flagged a cab and rode silently the short distance to my apartment building. I was living at the time in a two-bedroom apartment that I shared with an old closet fag "bachelor" who worked the night shift as a security guard. He was relatively cool, smoked a lot of pot and had a huge porno collection.

Derek paid the fare and followed me into the lobby. In the elevator he pressed me up against the wall and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He drove me wild. I fumbled with my keys trying to unlock the door with Derek's hands feeling my butt through my jeans.

Once inside my apartment, Derek didn't waste any time at all. I had taken my jacket off and hung it up when Derek told me to keep going and take it all off right there. I looked at his face, his sexy arrogant grin. I debated whether or not I should do it. He knew I would. He started to rub his crotch. I could see his erection. Mesmerized, I did what he wanted. I stripped down to my underwear and socks and followed him into the living room where he had parked himself. I wasn't going to strip totally naked in the front hallway of my own apartment while Derek wasn't even paying attention.

I offered him a beer from the fridge which he accepted. He pulled me down to sit on the couch beside him when I handed him the beer. Within a couple of minutes we were tangled up together in a wild passionate kiss. I franticly tried to undress Derek, to get at his body. He let me get his pants undone and I immediately went straight for his dick. While I sucked away on his big thick dick, Derek's hand worked its way down my back and inside the waistband of my underwear.

Fully aroused, Derek stood up, his dick pointing straight at my face. He was still fully clothed. He motioned for the bedroom. Once inside my room he closed the door and began to take off his clothes. He had an amazing body. Smooth, bronze tan, washboard stomach, nice legs, a good lean-muscular physique. And a huge thick prick. His pubic hair was jet black and I felt vulnerable standing there still in my underwear and socks.

Naked, he stood over me and straddled me. We fell onto the bed. We rolled around like that until Derek got up on his knees and removed my socks and underwear, flinging each in any direction he pleased. Fully naked, Derek laid on top of me and kissed me passionately. He licked my ears which drove me crazy. Then he worked his tongue slowly down to my dick which he avoided by continuing down my legs. Then he turned back to face me and asked me if I liked to get my ass licked.

Needless to say I blushed. I am very fair and blush far too easily. This made Derek give me that evil sexy arrogant smirk of his. To hide my shame I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow. He made me spread my legs wider several times before I felt his tongue hit that magic spot. But when it did, I just about lost it. Derek was an animal. It felt like he was trying to stick his tongue all the way up my ass as he pushed me farther up the bed with the force of his efforts. I could only moan with pleasure and abandon my body to his assault. The stubble of his beard against the crack of my ass drove me insane.

When he finally relented, it was only to ask for some lube. I meekly pointed to my bedside table. He found what he wanted and positioned himself behind me. There he took his sweet time greasing up my ass with his fingers. He kept asking me if I liked the feel of it. Once he had me greased up and panting like a mad whore from his finger fucking he told me to get up and sit on his dick. I did what I was told and switched places with him. He sat in the middle of my bed and I straddled him on my knees. He offered me some encouragement as I sat down on his dick.

It took quite a bit of effort and a few stop and starts, but I eventually managed to slide right down onto Derek's monster thick dick. It was a slow and painful process, but I wanted it, and Derek wanted it. His dick was the thickest thing that I have ever had up my ass. It was incredible. Once fully inside me Derek began to kiss me wildly, probing my mouth with his tongue, my ears, my neck. I tried to ride his dick but it was difficult for me to move much in the position I was in. Eventually Derek ordered me off of his dick and onto my back. He then positioned himself between my legs and ordered me to lift my legs and asked me yet again if I was sure I wanted to get fucked. He seemed to really get turned on by making me say how much I liked it all. There I was, twenty-one years old, stark naked in my own bed holding my knees back against my chest and begging to get my bum fucked by some hot looking dude with an attitude and a huge dick. It really seemed strange and demented.

Needless to say, Derek proceeded to literally fuck the shit out of me. Lying on top of me with his elbows pinning my knees back and his hands locked around mine behind my neck, he was able to really get a good rhythm going. It was utterly incredible. All my years of practice had paid off. I swear I had three orgasms by the time Derek finally climaxed his relentless pounding of my poor little bum.

We laid there like that, covered in sweat, him on top of me, his big thick dick softening slowly inside my ass. He loved to kiss and he did it well. When he finally pulled his dick out of my ass and got up to use the washroom, I felt like I had never felt before. Thoroughly fucked. It was incredible. Serious satisfaction and total physical exhaustion. I felt used, abused, drained and exhilarated.

Turn Over

One of the best sexual experiences that I ever had was with a quiet young blond guy that I met in a bar a few years ago. I was about twenty-five years old at the time, working 9to5 and living in a small bachelor apartment in the downtown core of a major city. Friday nights I would meet with my regular friends for a few beers and to shoot some pool. Saturday nights, being single, I would go out to the gay bars.

One such Saturday night I was feeling rather confident. I had just cleaned my apartment and stocked up with food, liquor and other essentials. I had purchased some cool new clothes only the week before and had just washed them so they were ready to be worn. Thus attired, I went out to the local gay dance club.

I ran into a few friends there, we danced and talked for a while. Then I noticed a cute young guy standing alone in the corner looking very bored. A few words for my friends, along with a raised eyebrow or two, and I was off.

I went to the bar next to the boy, turned to look at him and smiled. From a distance of about ten feet I offered to buy him a beer. He screwed up his face by closing one eye and tilted his head to look at me before accepting. With the beers in hand I joined him in the corner and introduced myself. His name was David.

He was rather quiet and difficult to get to talk, sticking to one word responses to everything I said. Nevertheless, he didn't seem to mind my company, and he turned out to be rather cute upon closer inspection. He was about 5'9" tall, a few inches shorter than myself, and quite skinny. Probably weighed no more than 140 pounds. He had shoulder length dirty blond hair, blue eyes and black eyebrows that contrasted with his hair. He looked to be about seventeen years old, but I assumed he was 19 since he had gotten past the bouncers.

After a couple of beers I was emboldened to invite the silent boy over to my apartment for a drink. To my surprise, the boy responded "sure" accented with a shrug of the shoulders and a squint. We finished off our beers and left. It was only a couple of blocks to my apartment and the boy followed along silently, not inquiring at all as to where I was leading him. I remember getting very excited as we walked along silently. I was leading a shy young passive teenage boy home to my apartment. I thought I was going to fuck this boy. Little did I know.

Once inside my apartment, after he had accepted a beer and a B-52 shooter, I managed to get a rather sexy smile out of him when I chided him about only saying only one word at a time. I didn't care, he was young and cute and skinny and smooth and tanned and I wanted to fuck him. He smiled as though he read my thoughts.

Emboldened by his passiveness, I sat down beside him on the couch and touched his legs. He smiled at me and hid his face with his long hair and spread his legs a bit wider. I rubbed the inside of his thighs through the denim of his baggy jeans. It didn't take me very long to find his erection. When I did, the boy just moaned and began to lay back on the couch. If that wasn't an invitation to suck his cock, I don't know what is.

I got off of the couch and got down between his knees. I undid the buckle of his thick black leather belt, then the button and fly of his stylishly baggy blue jeans. He had plain white underwear and a nice thick cock pointing up towards his hip. I rubbed it a few times before pealing back the elastic band to reveal a beautiful thick bullet shaped circumcised cock. Once I had it standing straight up in my hands I estimated it to be about seven and half, maybe eight inches long. As I said, David's dick was bullet shaped so it made going down rather easy. The head wasn't that large, but by the time you got half of the way down his shaft it was almost two inches thick!

I lovingly sucked away on this boy's beautiful prick until I thought he was going to cum. Then I stopped and asked him if he would like to go to the bedroom. He merely nodded his head and stood up, pulling up his pants and stuffing his hard cock back into his underwear.

He followed me into the bedroom where I proceeded to undress him. David was obviously either a nervous virgin or he wanted me to think he was. Either way, it suited my purpose. I wanted to fuck him and he seemed willing. Once I had him naked, I admired his slim boyish build and smooth tanned skin. He had a distinct black bush of pubic hair at the base of his huge prick and practically no other body hair. He laid back on the bed silently and watched me remove my clothes.

Once I was naked, I climbed onto the bed and laid down beside the boy. We immediately began to kiss and caress each other's body. He tasted very sweet and yielded to my tongue. I climbed on top of him and rubbed our dicks together. I loomed above him, bigger, taller and darker, though the sexy passive boy did have a bigger cock. That didn't matter, I wanted to fuck him and he seemed to want it.

We rolled over and the boy took the first initiative since I had met him. He began to work his way obediently down to my raging hardon. Once there the boy began to suck on my dick and played with my balls. He wasn't as inexperienced as he seemed. It didn't take him long to bring me close before he copied my earlier tactic of stopping before I came. Then he moved delicately down to my balls and began to lick them in earnest. My head was spinning, I absolutely love having my balls licked.

Lost in the pleasure of his tongue, I didn't realize that David had both of my knees raised and his tongue was getting ever closer to my ass. When he stuck his tongue out and licked my asshole I nearly freaked out. I couldn't believe that this young guy was trying to stick his tongue up my asshole. That is when I heard him say, "turn over". Two words! The most he said all night! I could hardly believe it, but I did what he told me to do. I rolled over. The boy had pushed the magic button. Lick my balls, then lick my ass, and I am in heaven.

To my utter delight the boy kneeled down between my legs and spread the cheeks of my ass wide open and proceeded to give me a serious rimjob. It was fantastic. I was moaning away in complete bliss as the boy worked over my ass. I squirmed when he pulled his wet tongue away and teased my asshole with his probing fingers.

When I felt him lay down on my back and began breathing into my ear, I knew the boy was going to fuck me. He had spit on his cock and the head of it was probing the crack of my ass. When he stuck his tongue in my ear, I completely lost it and gave in to him. I sprawled out and spread my legs for him. He pulled back from me and spit directly onto my asshole. It felt really weird but it also excited me more. It was so very crude.

Then he laid down on top of me again and slid his spit-slick bullet dick into my ass. I silently screamed into my pillow as his thick cock made its way deep inside me, but I didn't resist. The boy knew what he was doing. I could not resist. I wanted him to fuck me. I resigned myself to my fate.

Despite his obvious experience, his certain youth prevailed, and it did not take David very long before his breathing increased along with the rhythm of his thrusts. My asshole had relaxed and I was beginning to match his thrusts. When I thought him getting close I pushed back until he was fucking me doggy-style. He fucked me like that, hard and fast for a couple of minutes more and then with a deep and wicked final thrust, he shoved his dick in all the way to the max and collapsed upon me, filling my ass with his orgasm.

I could only lay there, enjoying the sensation of his light sweaty frame upon my back and his still hard dick up my now well greased ass. I could feel his dick slipping around a bit, lubricated with his own jism. He kissed my ear and got up off the bed. I rolled over to watch his cute little butt disappear into the washroom.

When David came out of the washroom, I noticed that he had brushed his long hair. He looked beautiful and angelic with his smile and still half hard cock. I still wanted to fuck him. I had not come yet so I was still horny.

When he sat down on the bed I reached up to give him a massage. He obediently laid down on his stomach and allowed me to give him a thorough going over. Needless to say, it did not take me very long to find this beautiful little rosebud. I slid my tongue in his hole as I massaged the cheeks of his small round butt. He loved it. I felt my own erection and began to moisten it. I copied the boy's technique and spit on his asshole. He squirmed like wild when I stuck my wet finger up his ass. Once I had my dick all slicked up I aimed it straight at his puckered little hole and slid it in.

Again, I was certain that this boy was not a virgin. I encountered no resistance as I mounted him all the way. I went slowly at first, but then began to increase my pace. As I went faster and harder, the boy still showed no resistance or sign of pain, so I began to really let him have it. I was rewarded with a single word, "yessssssssss" when I got to the height of my frenzy and began to explode. I tried to shoot each thrust of my orgasm deeper inside him. Once I had finished, I laid down upon him and began to lick his ear. He smiled at me and we fell asleep like that.

I was awakened around dawn to the experience of getting fucked. David had obviously awakened before me and had taken the opportunity to relieve a morning erection. It was one of the strangest experiences of my life. Waking up because there is a big thick cock sliding in and out of your ass is an almost indescribable sensation. I laid there, and took his all too quick orgasm up the ass. After he came, with his dick still inside me, David reached around and jacked me off quickly and efficiently. I don't think I really woke up. I just got fucked and jacked off and fell back asleep.

Some time later, we finally both woke up and to my astonishment, David again had an erection. I asked him if he was always this horny, but he just shrugged and began playing with his dick. I leaned over and took him into my mouth. David however, had other plans. I could feel him leaning around me trying to stick his wet finger up my ass. He made no mistake about. He wanted to fuck me again. I couldn't believe it. His finger worked my tender asshole impatiently while I tried to swallow his morning hardon.

This boy was one seriously horny little fucker! When I lifted my mouth from his glisteningly beautiful dick he smiled at me and immediately climbed between my legs. I just surrendered and allowed the boy to lift my knees and pin them back to my shoulders. It surprised me how strong the boy was. This time I was able to watch him when he leaned over to spit on my asshole. I don't know why, but it really turned me on! With a second gob of spit on his dick, he skilfully planted his dick into me yet again and proceeded to fuck me silly.

I was probably babbling like an idiot, but all I know is that it was one of the best fucks of my life and I remember actually asking him to fuck me harder and harder. Sweet blond David did what he was told and gave me the ride of my life. He fucked like a rabbit. All hunched over and going for speed. When he finally blew his load, we were both covered in sweat, and I was jacking myself off deliriously.

After a shower and breakfast, David left. But before he did, he wrote his phone number down on a pad of paper. I crawled back into bed to rest my weary body. Shy little blond David wasn't so passive after all!

The Census Bureau

I was on a job assignment with the Census Bureau in Jeffersonville and spending the nights in Louisville, located across the river. It was one of those nice warm summer nights and I was feeling horny. I left the hotel to see if there were any gay bars in town. After driving around for a bit, I could not even find a hot pair of tight Levi's to follow, which if you did, usually led a person to a bar if there was one. But not one set of buns where to be seen. I headed back to the hotel, when a thought hit me. Why not look in the phone book for BATHS? Well there were two of them, I hopped into the car and drove to the first one, which you could tell was straight, but the second one had some prospects. In I went, the doorman asked his usual questions and allowed me to pass. Once inside I found my way to the lockers, and ran into a couple of hot looking numbers in the hallway, a bit young for me.

After getting out of my cloths and putting the towel around me, I decided to at least take a shower and watch fuck films on the TV. There were a couple of good films playing with two hot looking men in the room giving each other blow jobs. Me, I had other things on my mind and started playing with their asses. They didn't want a third for their private party, so I get up and stroll around the area. Soon I bump into a Blackman that had a body that would stiffen any cock, but up to that time I had never had sex with a black. So I kept moving on, but I did notice him following me. An ole friend had told me that I would never be free of prejudices until I went to bed with a Blackman, I kept telling myself that you didn't have to go to bed to prove a person was free of that thought. So I just kept strolling, but I noticed that I kept running into this man; who was as close to being a black-Greek god as any man you had seen before. Well eventually I went into one of the poorly lit rooms and waited for my eyes to adjust and while there I knew that someone else was in there with me.

Soon I could make out the faint shadow of that hot black-stud, and I begin to wonder what was going to happen, he kept inching his way towards me. So while my eyes were adjusting and things were getting into prospective, I could see that he had a beautiful slabbed stomach topped off with the most perfect and beautiful pec's that any man could have; strong and firm with tit's that were a deep tan on his dark body. I decided then and there to do it with this black-Greek stud. My hands slowly felt his chest, and with that he let out a gasp of air -- he was hot -- and wanted to play. Slowly I put my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. My probing tongue entered into his hot mouth and he returned the favor. Our kisses were deep, strong, hot, and long. Our lips hung on to each other, while we continued to suck hard on each other mouths. After a period, my arms slowly moved down his back to feel and caress a perfectly contoured shaped ass. Round and firm, and could show off any pair of Levi's to perfection. The kind that a cock would jump up and fuck without any encouragement.

As we stood there kissing and feeling each others body, he was slowly leading me to a bed. Once close, he drew me down to it. Laying on a hot, tight, magnificent body was getting my cock ready for an explosion. I rose up on my arms for a spell, and he asked; "what was wrong?", I just said that he was the first black man I had gone to bed with; and he was making me too hot, I needed to have a little break. After a couple of minutes I lowered my mouth to those dark tanned tit's and started to suck. That was turning on a tiger, he let out a gasp and said "don't stop", with his groaning and hot breathing, I was one that was not about to stop. My hand went up and grasp the other tit and gently roll it around between my fingers. His body quivered with every squeeze. I suck harder; and the harder I suck the louder became his whimpers. I could tell that I had just hit one of his sensitive zones that was turning him into a unrestrained sex animal. The more he toss about the more excited I became, my pulsating cock wanted release, but I was waiting to fuck that ass. Meanwhile I was enjoying his animal sex sounds, I wanted it to last, so I raised myself up, and slowly started to draw my tongue slowly down his chest to his navel. He body was quivering by now, so I kept moving my tongue down the passage to his piece of meat that was just throbbing for discharge, but I had other things in mind. I was getting ready to sexually tease him until his cock sought release by itself.

Slowly I moved my tongue along side his 8 inches upright shaft and down past his pendulous balls until I stopped at his thigh. There I slowly but gently moved my tongue around all the while slowly blowing hot air and sucking cool air back in. This was beginning to drive him crazy, which only drove me on. Knowing that I was ready to blast off without any effort I decided to stop. This drove him to a frenzy, and wanted to know what was wrong. My only comment was that I was getting too aroused, I wanted to slow down and enjoy it more. We talked a bit about where we were from, and after a couple of minutes both he and I were flaccid. At that moment I asked him to roll over on his stomach, he did so, and I straddled him, giving him the same tongue and hot air treatment starting with his neck. Lordy, that stud squirmed all over the bed. He was getting hot quick, slowly I worked my way down to those buns and gently bite one of them, he jerked hard and I could tell that I had hit another unpredictable sex sensitive area that needed exploring. Moving down to inside his thigh just drove him frantic, meanwhile, my cock was just begging for release. I had said that I wanted to sexually tease him, so I stopped again, rolled him on his back, and calmed him down.

That throbbing sex-pole was just begging for release. We stopped again for some light chatter, and when his cock was soft again I lowered my mouth down on it; swallowing all of it right to the base. It must have been a sensation that he never had experienced before, it sent him bucking his hips forward and driving that soft cock deep into my throat. The soft cock was deep in the throat and my tongue started massaging it while the throat muscles were squeezing for all it could get. It didn't take that stud long to get that cock hot and hard. He just moaned for me to continue sucking, and he fucked my face. I wanted every drop of that stud's juice, pumping every bit of sex fluid deep into my throat.

With a little relaxing after exploding deep in my throat, he said, "I know what you want," with that he rolled on his stomach and offered his ass to me. It didn't take me long to grease my stiff pole and just shove my hot cock into that waiting canal. He wanted his ass butt-fucked and he wanted it badly. I started driving it to the hilt several times, with him squeezing his buns tight around my cock brought me close to the peak, I didn't want it to end so quickly. I rolled him over on his back with his ass holding tightly to my cock. With his legs wrapped around my waist I just shove deep with hammering force and he begged for more. He wanted it and at the same time I sucked hard on those tits. It didn't take long for me to leave my load up his assaulted and sweet ass. From that moment on every time I see one of those bubble asses in 501's I get hard. We never did contact after that time and I am sure sorry. Just wish to know if he is still in Louisville.

After the Theatre

I thought that it would be just the usual day when I was getting ready to do some ushering work at the Warner Theatre. But before the evening was over, I discovered what backstage is like after the theater closes

I arrived at the usual time for ushering and was placed in the orchestra section. Being there early, a person gets a chance to see the workmen going about their last minute chores. There is that last minute preparatory work that has to be done, and this night was no different. Hunky workers trying to get things ready.

While standing around waiting for the theatre doors to open, a rather good looking black maintenance man kept going in an out the side stage door and I thought it a little strange. I edged over to the stage door so I could get a closer look. This man was not only good looking he was hunky, damn hunky.

Well over 6 foot and weighted about 200 hundred pounds, chest as big as a barrel and it was obvious by the size of his arms that he was into weight lifting. His head and face, well his head was slightly horse shoe bald, cut short with his smooth lips sporting a thinly cut mustache, brown eyes that glistened. His pants were definitely tailored to fit him, drawing tightly over his beautiful ass when he walked. The view from the front was just as imposing. It was obvious that he was wearing boxer shorts, with a slight protruding bulge. Enough to make me drool. His thighs were thick like oak logs and emphasized the bulge in his trousers. Leaving me to wonder how it'd look if it started to expand in those pants.

The next time he passed by, I smiled and he returned a smile with a slight wink of the eye. Of course, if you're interested in black men an a real hunk goes by, you know what that does to your best friend that is quietly resting in your shorts. Mine was starting to feel the urge to expand from the excitement of thinking about what could happen. Thank goodness I was wearing tight jockey's to prevent it from getting out of hand.

About the fifth time going into the stage door, he paused a little longer and returned a very pleasant smile and said, "duty calls, catch you later." I only could agree and made a stupid remark like, "the show must go on." He retort was, "maybe we'll have a better show later." Yea, I could only hope so. The theatre doors were opened and I temporarily forgot about this black hunk who had me oozing pre-cum in my shorts. Thank goodness for dark pants.

After the show started I stationed myself by the entrance and waited for late comers. As I was waiting, that maintenance man came through the front saying that he had work to do in the back. Seeing him in brighter lights made him that much more attractive, he was a hot man. His smile was infectious and it turned me on. He said that he knew it wasn't my duty, but would I help him lift something. I agreed and went with him into the lower lobby workroom. The object that he wanted lifted I knew that he could have lifted it by himself, and told him so. His return comment was, "yeh, but it's more fun when two people do it, doing it alone can be tiring." Then there was that smile and a wink. As I walked by him to leave, he had his hand on that slight bulge in his green overalls, and the other hand brushed against my thigh. I'm sure that he could hear my heart beating.

I commented back, "yeh, it sure is better when you can do it together. Later."

I left in a hurry because I knew if I stayed there much longer I would have ripped those fucking pants off of him, sucked on that thick shaft of his.

I returned to my position in the theatre and tried to take my mind off of this man who already had my cock oozing pre-cum and wondering what he'd do to me in bed. Mounted and being mounted and sucking on his cock kept flashing across my mind. I was getting too horny, and the only thing I could do was to go and relieve myself in the rest room. Which I did in a flash. Strangely, it didn't relieve me of my tension.

I got back to my post just in time for intermission and spend the time watching the fire doors so folks couldn't exit out that way for a smoke. That door was next to the inside stage door, where the crew kept going in and out. As luck would have it, he stuck his head out of the door and made a comment about, "you want to see back stage sometime?"

Regretfully, I told him that we were not allowed back there, especially at this time. He said that possibly after the theatre was closed that he could give me a private tour. I jokingly said that I would like that, but probably shouldn't, because one never knows what could happened.

He looked at me and said; "I could only hope what would happened!" I could tell by his breathing that his hormones were in over-drive and his eyes were wondering all over my body. He kept the door slightly ajar and stood in such a position that only I could view his complete body. He had one hand on the door, the other hand resting on his bulging crotch, slowly moving up and down. I told him that he'd better get back to work because if he kept that up, I have to slam him down on the floor and shove my throbbing cock down his throat, I was getting ready to explode. His comment was, " see you after the show." With that he shut the door.

When the show was over, it was part of the ushers job to help be sure that everyone was out of the theatre, and the house people would take care of the rest of the building. Just then the workman showed up in his green trousers, and that ole feeling started to creep into my groin. Since he was one of the house personnel he said that he would be sure that things were locked up tight and no one was left in the building. I was disappointed until he said to me, "why don't you head back to the side fire door and stay out of sight." With the feeling in my pants getting hotter I quickly agreed. After what seemed to be eternity, he came around the corners and said that the theatre was completely empty and that we were alone.

I told him for his protection, since I was a volunteer and it did matter if I was thrown out, we should check the place out closely before making any side trips to back stage. He agreed and thanked me for be so cautious. When we got up to the spot light room up in the back, I opened up the door and he followed me in. Then it hit me, I just couldn't wait to get my hands on his crotch. I grabbed his groin and started to massage his thickening cock. What a beautiful sight to see, a tight pair of pants on a man with his cock slowly enlarging down the leg. With the other hand I started to rub his massive chest, his breathing quicken and said; "gawd, I want that cock sucked." With that I loosened his belts, got on my knees and pulled his pants down. His thick cock shoved up and out against those boxer shorts, but I managed to get it through the opening and quickly planted my lips on that thickening cock head of his. The smell was delicious, but I didn't take time to savor it, I wanted that black throbbing cock deep into my throat. I pulled his ass forward and he grasped the back of my head. My lips were pulled against that wonderful black bushy hair in his groin, I rubbed my nose in it, enjoying every moment of having a thick cock planted in my throat, throbbing.

He was hot and wanted to fuck my face, in a couple of minutes with my tongue working it's way around his cock-head, he lunged forward, grabbed by head and started driving that missile down my throat. I was hungry for that cock, the way I felt at that moment was, I wanted to suck that cock for hours. I couldn't get enough of his cock. His cock worked it way down and I could feel it throbbing release as it spilled forth his seed from those hairy black balls. His ebony rod must have been very sensitive because he held my head tight and wouldn't let me move.

After a short, but very delight rest, he pulled me to my feet and said that was one of the hottest sessions he has had in a long while and hoped that he'd get another chance. I assured him, that before the evening was through, if he was willing, he'd be tired. I intended to work that head of that cock until it was sore.

We left the lighting booth and he took the stairs one way and I the other, just to be sure that no one was left in the theatre. We worked our way through the upper and lower lobby and then back to the stage area. Once in the back stage area he showed me some of the dressings rooms that people had used. I told him that he should be careful here and that it would be safer if he just came to my house. He agreed and said that he was concerned that I might not want a guest that late at night. I told him that midnight wasn't late on a weekend and I hope he didn't have to head home for something. He assured me he didn't. Little did he know that I was lusting for that body and wanted it all night.

By now the subway had closed for the evening, so we hailed a cab to give us a lift. The driver of that cab was a splitting image of the hunk of beef standing next to me. He asked us where we wanted to go and I told him. The cab driver started to make light conversation about us coming out of the theatre so late and Carl just said that we had just locked it up after the last person left and want to head home to get some sleep. Where as the cabby said, "I thought I had taken the last customer home an hour ago, you fellows must have had something interesting going on in there." Carl just said, "yeh, and it was good." All three of us had a knowing grin. The cabby's only comment then was, "glad to hear that something was good." You could tell that the cabby was rubbing his crotch.

There was more light conversation and several implied innuendos with heavy sexual overtones. That cab driver knew what he had in his cab, and here I was with two of the huskiest men I had seen in several years. I'd taken either one of them home. I reached over and started to play with Carl's groin, and he leaned over and said that if I kept that up the driver would know something was going on. I replied that I'm sure he already knew. The driver, whose name we found out to be John, kept looking in the mirror and giving a knowing smile and wink at the both of us. More light chatter followed and then the cabby got real bold and said, "well if you guys need any help tonight, just ask, you're my last customers, before I have to head home alone."

I glanced at Carl and the both of us just nodded our head in agreement. Then Carl said, "yeh, we'll need some help tonight if you think you're man enough, because you'll be putting out for the both of us. That ass and cock of yours had better be hot." Well, John picked right up on that and said, "yeh, sounds fun."

I was getting so hot thinking about it, I started to unzip Carl's pants and took his cock out. The driver turned around and said, "jeez, you are hot to suck his cock, how about putting those lips around my cock." I stopped sucking Carl and said that the driver needed a lesson. "Pull over and let me get in the front seat."

He did and I got in the front seat, John already had his cock out and playing with it. I told him to stop because I could do a better job on this thick throbbing ebony joy stick than he could. I dove down on that cock and took it right to the roots. I was hungry for sucking a good black cock tonight, I just couldn't get enough. I was insatiable, tonight I couldn't get enough black cock to suck on, and at the same time I was thinking about having my cock planted into a nice hot black ass. He let out a "gaaaawd, suck that cock, jeeeeeez that feels good, I'm going to shot this wad in a hurry, hold still, let me fuck that mouth of yours, take this cock, shit, I'm coming, gaaaaawd, that was hot." I continued sucking all the juices out of his cock, rose up and told him there would be more of that at home, if he gets there.

As the driver took off again, I just climbed back in the rear seat and started on Carl's cock again, after watching me give John the quickie suck, he was hot, but I kept him on the brink. He pulled his pants down and one of my hands was under his ass, I started to finger fuck him. "Yeh, oh yeh, shove that up my ass, suck my cock." Carl put both hands on the back of my head and was raping my throat, I was in heaven with his monster cock pummeling my mouth. Just then the driver said we were close to the house and probably should make ourselves respectable. Carl told him to slow down, he was about to shoot his load in my fucking throat. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, damn take this load," as I felt his nuts tighten up and his cock enlarge, shooting hot spasm of cum down my throat.

We arrived at the house, my cock was straining to get out of the pants. I told Carl and John to make themselves at home, preferably naked in the bed room. Carl said, "then what?" I told him I didn't care, but that one of them should be on their belly, because I'm getting the case of the blue balls and have to fuck something right away. Carl said, "yeh, having your finger in my ass was just an appetizer, now I want the real thing, I hope you fuck as good as you suck and when you're through I going to fuck your ass good. This black cock is going to mount that sweet ass of yours and you're going to give me a ride for the rest of the night. I went in the kitchen and got us some beers, while Carl and John headed for the bedroom. By the time I got up to the bedroom, Carl and John already had their clothes off and laying on the bed. Carl laying on top of John. There was Carl's beautiful backside exposed. Both of them were starting to kiss each other deep, while John's hands were playing with Carl's ass. John opened up his eyes and looked at me, giving me a knowing wink. I reached for the lube on the bed stand and applied a little to my finger and started to finger fuck Carl. He tighten up those muscles and let out a low groan, "oh, yeh, work those fingers in there, loosen it up, get me ready for that fuck." I kept it up, he arched his back, exposing that love chute that would have me climbing on and fucking it. Jeez, I wanted to shove this cock right into his ass, now. But I kept playing with that love chute, I wanted him hot and ready for the fucking I wanted to give that ass. He kept asking for more and spread those legs, with that I climbed on the both of them. Carl had spread his legs for the onslaught he was begging for and John held those ass cheeks apart so that I could aim my thick cock right to the center of his opening. I entered with ease, he was ready. He arched his back and shove backward, "oh yeh, fuck that ass, show me how a man fucks, I want your cock in there deep." John said that he would like to get from underneath the both of us, so we stopped for a moment while he crawled out. I then started driving my cock into that ass, he kept arching his back, begging to get fuck. The next thing I knew, John was playing with my ass. "Yeh, I like to see those ass muscles of yours work while you're driving that cock into his ass. I bet those buns would feel good having this black cock fucking you while you hopping on Carl's ass. You want to get mounted don't you." "Yeh, mount me."

"Get ready, this hot black cock rod is going to give you the ride you want." I turned my head slightly and told him, "yeh, fuck my ass, get that black cock in there. Fuck me while I fuck Carl. Oh, Yeh." I continued to fuck Carl's ass and his ass felt tight. Carl let me plunge my cock deeper inside of him, then almost all the way out, then in again, hard and rough, as though I were nailing his ass to the bed. His ass was tight. "Oh, yeah," Carl groaned, my cock sliding into his tight ass, I stopped for a minute until John could get his thick cock planted in the white ass he wanted so much. As he penetrated me I felt his cock getting larger and larger, and I knew he was going to give my ass a good fuck. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself up tight onto my ass groaning and saying, "take this mancock up your ass, work those muscles, I've got enough cock to pound your hungry asshole." Meanwhile Carl was slamming his ass back to meet each thrust and devour my cock, groaning, "fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me raw, I want some serious fucking, pound that ass." I was caught in the middle, Carl pushing back as hard as he could and John shoving forward, fucking hormones took over. I was hot and I pounded Carl in short, hard strokes, and never let up. While at the same time John was burning up my ass, grinding his thick black cock as deep as possible. "Ooooh, John, fuck me, I want your load, fuck me with that cock, give me more, make me know you're in there!" It didn't take long for his big dick to fill my spasming asschute. I squeeze my ass muscles tight and let him ride up and down with his long shaft while I enjoyed Carl's backward slamming of his ass into my cock. I could hear the sound of our naked flesh slapping together each time I buried my cock into his guts and could hear his groans of pleasure. Again and again, I rammed my thick length of hard flesh into his black ass, while John was doing his best to thrust his big cock completely into my asshole. After what seemed to be a very short time, the need to release was too great. We fucked faster and harder, jamming in, shoving it to the hilt, with one last lunge and me pile driving into Carl's ass, I felt John's cock thicken to a wonderful size and send spasm of juice deep into my ass. Feeling his throbbing cock rubbing up against my prostrate sent me over the edge. One more shove is all it took to plant my enraged cock deeper, while Carl continued to spread his legs as far as he could. He wanted that cock, and I nailed that ass of his to the bed. We all were exhausted and rolled over on our sides, catching our breath. I don't know which one I enjoyed more, John fucking my ass or letting Carl back up to my cock. But what ever it was, the three of us changed position several times that night. By morning, we were exhausted and finally hit the sack, with a cock imbedded in my ass, and mine in another.