It had been over two months since I told Derrick our fuck sessions had come to an end. I had become worried that my conservative family and friends would discover that I had been sexually submitting myself to a black man. I tried but could not stop thinking about Derrick working me over with his hot black dick and gave in to my animal desires. When I called to hook up again, he did not sound surprised but said he had something special in store for my return, which probably meant my hot white ass was going to get it good. I rang the bell to his place and to my surprise a cute 20-something blond guy opened the door.
"Hi I'm Kyle. They're expecting you." Kyle's trim athletic body was clad only in a tight jock strap, and when he turned around i saw that his round ass cheeks glowed red from a very recent discipline session. We entered the living room and Derrick was naked and hard in all his glory on one chair, and a very well built black guy on another. Derrick smirked his greeting, "Jonn, my friend Barry was just in the middle of training his badly behaved boy, right Kyle?"
"Yes Sir!" said the blond boy obediently.
"Assume the position boy!" commanded Barry in a no-nonsense tone. Kyle got down on his knees, ass thrust in the air awaiting further punishment. Barry swung his hand down again and again on Kyle's exposed ass, further reddening the white boy's cheeks. A torrent of about twenty loud spanks fell on Kyle's tortured ass, who took his ass-beating with muffled sobs, fighting back the tears, but at the same time his meaty white dick was tenting out his jock.
Jerry and I trade glances as the coach puts us through a thorough exercise program. Finally we head to the showers together and I know I will get to see him nude.
To make a long story short I ended up getting fucked for the first time by seven guys: Jake, Mike, Josh, Matt, Ethan, Andrew, and Dan. Jake I guess you could say was the leader of the group. We were freshmen in college and the eight of us were suite mates. Four of us on one side; four on the other sharing a common room and a communal style bathroom.
Both we in there late 20's, and worked hard all week except Sundays. Sundays they liked to kick back, polish off a few brews, and enjoy the park, or a hiking trail. Today was no different; they were hiking the trail up to Eagle's Nest in the Adirondacks Mountains. After a few hours they pulled off the trail to drink and rest. They found a shady spot near a clear pool by some huge rocks.
Normally, I would have been relaxed and spent after a month in the city of Miami, but this time I had spent the entire time with family. That meant no chance of any time on my own. What a drag! Well, I'd gotten home to my apartment late on a Thursday night and fell right into bed. The next morning, I woke with a raging hardon and full balls that were begging for release.
I was 29 and living in Huntington, West Virginia. It's a city of 60,000 or so on the Ohio river near where West Virginia, Kentucky, and Ohio meet. I was "between" lovers that summer and went out to the gay men's clubs fairly frequently. This black cop pulls me over. He jokes about me not having scored this night and then tells me he will change that.
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.
I am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3am. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning.
As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. In my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
"Uh, yes Sir. But I was wrong Sir, which is why I am here. I am sorry Sir..."
"Strip out of your clothes now, boy!" Derrick had never done this to me in front of others and I was a bit hesitant.
"Now boy!" I obeyed and shed all of my clothes exposing myself to these two strangers.
"I want you to assume the same position as Kyle did when he got his ass beating!"
"Yes Sir!" I quivered in anticipation of my punishment. I braced myself as Derrick snapped a thin leather belt in his hands. Whack! Whack! The belt swished down again and again on my defenseless ass cheeks as I moaned in pain. Derrick loved to tear up my white ass and get it all glowing hot and red before fucking me.
"Oh yeah, that boy's got a nice ass! We're gonna have some hot white boy pussy tonight!" Barry remarked as Kyle's head bobbed up and down in service to his black master. Precum was leaking from my dick as I braced myself for what came next: Derrick's ten inch fat cock thrust up my tortured ass. He shoved it up all at once and started driving my hot white ass every which way, stretching my tortured hole as I winced from pleasure and pain. Barry approached and fed me every inch of his black meat while Derrick plowed me.
That night Kyle and I took those massive black dicks in every conceivable position. I was made to eat out both of my masters' asses as they pumped a squealing Kyle. We both eagerly took a few loads of hot jism down our throats while our tormentors prevented us from touching our own leaking cocks. The hottest moment i think was when Kyle and I were getting fucked at the same time and locked mouths as our white asses were getting banged without mercy. Finally after Derrick and Barry got off several times, we white boys were permitted to jack each other off. Kyle and I deep-kissed and after a few strokes we each shot a copious hot load all over each other's faces. This fuck session was definitely worth the two months's wait.
Not only do I get to maintain my muscular body, which is the main reason I work out, but there's also the afterward. I've even had the chance to get acquainted with some of those hard bodies (and other hard things) a few times, although not nearly as often as I like. You know the type.
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
The wife has no clue how strong my need to get a certain itch scratched by another man with a hard on. I get so hard my knees get weak thinking about getting laid by a man. I have only a few gay friends, but they are intense for me because we also have sex. I was going over to see Gary. He is in an open gay relationship. I don't recall Gary's partner's name, how impolite.
I had been down at the river tubing for most of the day (summer school frolics) and could not get the images of semi-nude college kids running around. My girlfriend had gone home for a week to attend her sisters wedding and I had gotten stuck at school during exams. Something really kept gnawing at me.
I had little money, however could usually find a good time wherever I went. The two mates I was traveling with had been together for a couple of months when I joined them about six weeks ago and we all got on well together. Michael was from southern England and was a good looking guy with the usual smooth pale skin, sandy hair and good body, as he played a lot of soccer at home.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
I am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3am. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning.
I had little money, however could usually find a good time wherever I went. The two mates I was traveling with had been together for a couple of months when I joined them about six weeks ago and we all got on well together. Michael was from southern England and was a good looking guy with the usual smooth pale skin, sandy hair and good body, as he played a lot of soccer at home.
He was about 5'5, maybe 9 stone, and very cute. I had seen him around the town many times he had caught my eye. He was wearing black sweats, a white T-shirt, and a black puffer jacket. His long cock swung from side to side as he walks up to me. He explains that he is looking for work experience, and is interested in a career in computer repairs, and would I be interested in taking him on.
"Why else would they teach at an all boys boarding school? They're all fags! Half the teachers at this school have sucked my dick, and the other half would do it if I told them to. " "Mr. Connolly isn't a fag," I said. Mr. Connolly was new that year. The only black teacher at the school, he was young, handsome, and very masculine. "Ha!" said Bryce.
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