I stood in my condo, staring at the young man that I had picked up earlier this evening. He shifted nervously, not knowing what to do next -- not really sure what would be expected of him. He looked about 16 or 18 years old; it was hard to tell his exact age. Black boys tend to age well; but they also grow sexually mature and adventurous early. I figured I would have to make the next move; this was the first time any white man had called his bluff and demanded more from him than he was usually able to bargain for.
"Strip naked and lie on my bed on your belly," I said.
The boy reluctantly complied, slowly unfastening his belt and allowing his over-sized clothes fall off his black body. I ran my hand over his back, his shoulders and his buttocks -- admiring the smoothness of his black skin. He looked like one of those ebony carvings out of Africa, polished to a shine. His dark body made a nice contrast against my white sheets.
I was going to enjoy this little hood rat. I remember when I first picked him up. He was standing on a corner downtown, trying to sell himself to suburbanites. For a young boy with a smooth face he developed a defiant sneer. He would use that sneer to try to intimidate white men and other black boys who might otherwise take advantage of him. He said that for $50 he would allow horny middle-aged white men give him a blow job. I said to him "No way; I've got other plans for what I should get that much money."
I told him I wanted to fuck his black ass. He frowned. I have known many young black men who appear to be reluctant when you demand such things from them, but they eventually give in once you get them alone and they have time to think about it. I had no reason to believe he would be any different.
As I drove him to my condo I asked him to tell me his story. It was fairly typical. He was born to single mom. He father abandoned him when he was young. I could read between the lines that he longed for the attention of older men since he had never had this from his father. His super-machismo street persona was just his way of imitating what he thought a man should be.
Since he couldn't be proud of the older black men who came and went in his life -- most of them uneducated, unemployed, and former convicts; most of them also were abusive to his mother -- he longed for the attention of white men instead.
Well, I should say FORTUNATELY instead, but now that Richie creamed my ass with his man juice, things have been weird between us. I was a city boy, always have been, and never changed. I would go up to my Aunt Hilda's for a week every summer to spend some time with my cousin Richie, since he was an only child, and his father walked out on them when he was two.
Left about five minutes ago" "Did he say where?" The coach and his wife laughed. It was a stupid question, after all we were driving across the desert, on three sides of the motel was flat rocky sand and knee high shrub so if Luke'd gone that way you'd have to be blind not to see him. That left the half-assed rocky hill across the interstate. The desert sucked.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
I drove downtown, planning on goinog to a theater I knew of. As I drove past, looking for a parking spot, I saw a closed sign in the lobby. Being that it wasn't quite 2 am, I was surprised as I thought it was a 24 hour theater. On my way home, I took a wrong turn (I always get lost downtown) and ended up in a part of the city I'd never been before.
Sitting down to eat my meager meal after work one day the phone rings. I pick it up with my customary improvised macho "Hello. " "Good evening Mr. Collins, I'm calling from the American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. " "I see, I replied in less than macho voice already kicking myself for not having the moxy to just tell him to piss off.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
He loved playing football, baseball and all the other sports at college. At 19, he was already a huge guy - 6'2" and 190 lbs of solid muscle. He had shoulder length brown hair, a little mustache and a little soft hair that trailed down the center of his pecs, over his ripped abs and down to his crotch. He worked out everyday in the weight room, pushing his body as far as it would go. 95.
Besides, he's already gotten his, cumming inside of me while making those crazy whimpers. We're on the job site see, outdoor work in mid-July and the air is fire hot every single blessed day. My divorce went through a decade ago & I've never been attracted to guys. But this boy, he must be 20, is just utterly beautiful. All day long, watching him without his shirt and in those shorts.
Sutterman is a three-story building with all the rooms opening to the outside, and every pair of rooms is joined by a common bathroom shared by four residents. My roommate Mark had been my friend for some time, but he wasn't the kind of person I would have considered pursuing anything with. Joe was a different story.
I was at home for Christmas break or something when I was on this very board, I had been on before when I was under 18 just to look around, I always lied about my age because I had always ;looked and sounded older. I took down his number and disconnected and debated for a long time.
I listened intently and nodded with mock sympathy. He was just another black boy in need of a white cock in his behind.
While I continued driving I gave him lines to rehearse. I told him I wanted to hear these lines coming out of his mouth while I was fucking him. He nodded and carefully learned his lines; silently repeating over and over until it was time for him to deliver them during his "performance" in my bedroom.
Now, here he was; lying face-down on my bed -- naked as the day he was born. I climbed on top of his warm black body. He grunted under my weight. My hairy body pressed down on his smooth, naked back. I steered my stiffening dick into his firm, young black ass. The heat and moisture inside of his ass enveloped my thickening cock. It felt better than any pussy I had ever had. I began to hump inside of him; using him.
He grunted in pain as my white cock pushed deeper and deeper inside. "Talk to me, boy," I whispered. "Tell me what I taught you to say."
I pushed my cock inside the black boy's ass; building up to a steady rhythm. "Talk to me. Talk to me." The boy grunted with every thrust I made.
"F-Fuck me," the boy said awkwardly -- his face was a portrait in shame and embarrassment. "Fuck my black ass," he continued, his voice quivering. "I'm nothing but a nasty n-nigger. I was b-born to fucked by white men."
I grinned with satisfaction. The boy buried his face in the mattress. His words gave me new energy and increased my sexual appetite. "Say it again, boy."
The black boy lifted his nappy head. His voice was stronger this time, but still filled with shame. "Fuck me. Fuck my black ass. I'm nothing but a nasty nigger."
"Oh yes, you are," I interrupted, whispering in his ear. "You're just a nasty nigger boy. Tell me more." I pumped harder in his ass -- pushing my cock deeper and deeper inside of him.
"I was born to fucked by white men."
"Yes. Yes." I said out loud in his ear. "You were born to be fucked by white men." My humping got ferocious. I moved my hips all over his buttocks. My cock dug deep inside the helpless boy. I held his hips and used his ass as a living fuck-cushion.
I grabbed his arms and pushed deeper inside of him; losing myself in the enjoyment of his defenseless body. "What else are you? What else did we talk about in the car?"
"I-I-I'm nothing but a nasty nigger fuck toy."
"Yeah," I giggled with delight, "That's right; you're a nasty nigger fuck toy."
I grabbed a fistful of his short nappy hair, yanking his head back. My body quivered in orgasmic passion. I shot several loads of hot, sticky cum inside of the boy, emptying my body.
"Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhhh. Take my seed you dumb, nasty thing."
I drained my cock inside the boy. Then I relaxed and collapsed on top of him. I felt the boy's smooth, warm back rise and fall underneath my belly, like he was a living mattress. He was breathing heavily after having given me what I needed.
My softening cock remained lodged deep in his bowels as I drifted off to sleep.
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
I am married and have an eight-year-old son and 10 year old daughter. And by the way I am very attracted to young smooth boys (18-19). I rarely, maybe every two to three years, am involved sexually with boys, but I am always fantasizing about them when I jack off. This story is about one of those rare times that I got involved with a boy.
The students and faculty are gone for vacation and only half of the staff works during the summer. The college dorms are used for visiting groups and high-school camps of various kinds. I went to the library basement rest room to take a piss, not expecting to see anyone there. I'd love to suck on it.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
Back in the mid-west town where I grew up, there was no such thing as peep show booths. Yet there I was, walking the streets of downtown San Diego, my cock drooling and the need to jack off. I stepped inside and instantly smelled the disinfectant. As I put my dollars in the token machine I began to second guess if my aroused state was worth being there. No matter.
It was not my luckiest day. I had been waiting hopefully for nearly an hour and nobody had stopped. Then, quite suddenly, the sky clouded over and I was drenched with a burst of torrential rain. It was dreadful and my body was soon soaked to the skin and I felt very, very miserable. The rain stopped leaving my long blond hair bedraggled. I was only twenty-two and stood six feet two tall.
He guessed that he had less than an hour left to get in and get his friend out. He sat on a ledge on the outside of the orphanage. As he looked at the sun setting over the deep blue lake, he listened to the voices drifting out through the window. The voice made Alex shiver. Thomlin replied, "you won't get away with it. Someone is going to stop you."
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
It always seemed wrong, like exploitation. But now that it's happened to me. I was in LA to meet a young law intern whom I had supervised the previous summer at our law firm. He was a bright-brilliant young kid-eager, top-rate, great writer. Now, Dave, who reminded me of the TV actor Dean Cain (formerly Superman), was now doing an internship at a law firm in LA.
I'm built pretty sturdy to begin with (5'10" brown hair, brown eyes, muscular at 185,and 8. 5cut), but wanted to work on packing on some more muscle. My mid-west farm boy looks and build always gets me plenty of dick as it is, but I like lifting and decided to hit it pretty hard during my vacation period.
My college classes, some scant five years before, hadn't told me about how to fight off an amorous advance from an alien! "I have watched your body when we swim together. I have watched your eyes. You watch me. Do you not want me?" Want a beautiful man that looks like a boy?
We close at 1 a. m. and I usually am finished with my work by 1:30. Some workers get to leave at 1, but a few are scheduled to stay until all the work is done, whether that is at 1 or later. They're called "closers" On a Tuesday night Tyrone and Duane were scheduled to close. They finished up their work - cleaning, preparing for the next day, etc. , as I did my work.
Something different was happening then. The conflict in Vietnam changed some of the military thinking at higher levels. Instead of staying in the local state region, we were now training at other military installations around the country, and for the relief of other units.
Scalding days and hot nights when the slight breezes dropped and left the air hot and humid. I was many of those who didnt have the luxury of air conditioning in their homes. The best I could do during the day was keep all the fans cranked up to full speed, all the windows open, and make sure my day involved plenty of water. At night, I usually kept a fan going in my room, and the windows open.
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