Nigel Stenning, CEO for a prestigious British manufacturing company, listened to the steady clickety-clack of the train wheels as the "Cape Town Express" rumbled through the dark African night, carrying hundreds of passengers on to Cape Town. Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment.
On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes. The big, broad-shouldered CEO was straddling his huge, 11 inch black African shaft, and his hairy arsehole was wrapped around Nuru's throbbing cock and the CEO's stretched chute was also wrapped around another big black cock, belonging to the short, stocky middle-aged man straddling Nigel Stenning's impaled ass, 30-year old Makkedde, a passenger from an adjoining compartment.
The CEO still wore his dark-blue dress shirt and tie, along with his silk socks, garters, and expensive Italian loafers. Makkedde had likewise shucked his slacks and briefs, slipping them off over his tan socks and wing-tips. Nuru and Nigel deep kissed, thier hot, probing tongues dueling in each others' mouths, Nuru's fist wrapped around Nigel's steel-hard, lube-drooling shaft. With his slim, but strong arms wrapped around the big CEO's torso, he pulled Nigel's cock-stuffed arse up and down, back and forth on his huge black trouser snake.
Makkedde's ebony cock, not as big as Nuru's, but still a monster, rubbed against Nuru's as he plowed in and out of Nigel Stenning's overstuffed CEO arse. Makkedde rubbed, squeezed, and slapped the silver-haired executive's round, hairy arse-cheeks, his huge, cum-loaded balls smacking against Nigel's rump with each forward thrust.
The melodic air-horn of the big electric locomotive hauling the train sounded clear and long, as the two horny,sweaty black men slammed thier massive African cocks in and out of the dapper CEO's tight, hairy arse. Makkedde reached around to pinch and tweak Nigel's stiff nipples through the material of his sweat-soaked shirt, and Nuru's fist flew up and down the slick, sweaty length of Nigel Stenning's executive cock.
The Africans muttered both in English and in Swahilli, thier thick, growling accents hot and horny to listen to. Nigel grunted and groaned, muttered and cursed, as his hairy executive ass took one helluva pounding from the two horny, ass-fucking African men. The air was rich with the musky, cock-tingling scents of sweat, lube, and Nigel's British Sterling cologne. The clattering of the wheels continued as the big, bearded executive continued to have his big British arse royally doubly-screwed. Too soon, all three men felt themselves coming closer to what promised to be massive, nut-busting orgasms. Nigel's battered prostate was humming like hell, and the assaults from two huge black cocks finally proved two much for the big fellow. As he crammed his tongue deeper into Nuru's hot mouth, Nuru's fist yanked Nigel's cock faster, bringing him over the edge.
Groaning deep in his throat, the bearded six-foot two executive blew his hairy balls, hot, thick jets of executive spooge splattered all over his sweaty shirt front and tie, all over Nuru's uniform shirt, and soon Nuru's pumping fist was slippery with the British CEO's hot executive cum-load. Nigel's convulsing arsehole clutched and pulled at the two black cocks still stretching it; Nuru grabbed Nigel's thick waist and throttled angrily, his huge black cock spewing hot, sticky, steaming jets of African jizz deep inside the CEO's hairy, cock-stretched arse.
Makkedde's pistoning cock, rubbing against Nuru's dong, brought him off like fireworks, Makkedde humping his hips back and forth as his boiling black balls exploded, geysers of scalding, gooey spunk shooting up the beefy businessman's cock-filled arse.
When the last bit of cum had been extracted from thier now-empty balls, the three men collapsed in a sweaty, disheveled tangle on the carpeted floor of compartment #69. The black men let thier huge cocks grow soft in Nigel's well-fucked arse, and then slowly they pulled out, thier deflating dongs making a moist, sucking sound as they pulled free of Nigel's hairy battered arsehole.
Now Nigel was on top of Nuru, and the two men continued to fuck each others' mouths with thier tongues; a hot, thick river of cum, the cum of TWO men, was steadily flowing out of Nigel Stenning's gaping arsehole, dribbling down onto Nuru's leg and the carpet. Makkedde stretched out on the floor, his strong hands pulling apart Nigel's hairy executive arse-cheeks apart, and his hot tongue began lapping the hot double cum-load as it trickled from the CEO's well-fucked backside.
It would be a long night ahead for these three men, a night of hot, unbridled, unrestrained masculine passions. Tomorrow they would bid each other goodbye at the bustling Cape Town terminal, but the long, hot night of passion between them would NEVER be forgotten. Nigel Stenning's beefy arse was sore as hell for two days afterwards, but he would not have missed this erotic experience for the world!
I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
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I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see.
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Paul and Grant are both young broadway stars in a secret relationship. On a vacation cruise they come across this African-American 18 year old that needs a place to stay after his dad found out he is gay and threw him out of his room.
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Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans. The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter.
He picked me up hitchhiking, and I knew from the moment that I slid onto the seat why he had picked me up. I was returning from visiting my girlfriend at college. He was cruising for boys. I knew because of his eyes. They were wide open, as if they saw everything about me, but behind them there was only lust and begging. As soon as I he looked at me, I knew that I would let him.
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