This story is dedicated to a black guy who taught me what a real delight is. I wrote this story as part of my e-mail correspondence with him. None of the scenes depicted in the story has ever happened (which does not mean they won't). The names are not real. All comments and mails are welcome (especially those by black guys), even flares.
I was a naive virgin teenager, still undecided about my sexual orientation. During summer vacation I worked as an errand boy. This was a very hot summer so my boss let me wear shorts and sleeveless T-shirt. One day I was told to deliver a parcel to a man who was staying at a nearby hotel. I grabbed the parcel, mounted my bike, and in no time I found myself in the hotel. I looked for Room 227 and gently knocked on the door. A handsome black guy in his mid-forties opened the door and looked inquisitively at me.
"Are you Richard Bruton?", I said, and before he answered I stammered "I--I have a parcel for you."
"Oh great, thank you", the black guy said. I handed over the parcel to him and kept standing on the door. The guy saw I'm a bit confused and to break the silence he asked:
"What's your name?"
"Vlado."
"That's a nice name you have. Nice to meet you, Vlado. I'm Richard, but you seem to know my name already. Would you care to come in? I have to check the parcel, and sign the receipt, I guess."
"Oh, yes, sir, I forgot. Excuse me."
"Come in and we'll do the job in a minute", he smiled at me.
I entered the room and heard the door click behind me. Richard sat on the bed and started to unwrap the parcel. Once he opened it he took out of it a huge thick dick-shaped dildo. I stood in amazement and couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to escape without waiting for the receipt to be signed. He saw I hesitated.
"Do you know what this is used for?" he asked.
"No." I pretended to be ignorant.
"Well, you'll find out soon, believe me."
As he said this he headed for the door, locked it and put the key in his pocket. This did not look good and I asked Richard to let me go.
"I have a lot to show you before you leave." Richard said fiendishly as he approached me.
I struggled to take the keys out of his pocket, but when I reached down the only thing I could feel was his enormous bulge. My struggle just gave him a good hard-on. Before I knew what was going on, Richard pushed me on the bed. I was lying on my back, and he lied down on me. I tried to call for help but he muffled me with one hand, taking his pants off with another. I was trying to wriggle out under him but he was much stronger. When he took off his pants he started rubbing his huge black meat against my belly. I felt it through my T-shirt and it really seemed big. I couldn't look down because Richard grabbed my head with his strong hands and stuck his hot wet tongue right into my mouth. I tried to turn away but he held my head firmly. I wanted to resist but couldn't. He made me suck on his wet tongue, slurp and swallow the thick saliva while gasping for air. As he was kiss-raping me he took a piece of rope from the night table. He ordered me to be silent and turn aside. I tried to shout but he pushed my face into the pillow and kneeled on my back. Then he took off my shorts and t-shirt, took my arms behind my back and tied my wrists and ankles with the rope. I got panicky because he started to handle me rough. I felt his whole weight on me and it hurt. I couldn't breathe. He kept his hand on my mouth as he was turning me on my back. He saw fear in my eyes and that made him even hornier. He breathed heavily and he had this ominous look in his eyes. I knew he was going to rape me.
"Now it's time I taught my little sonny boy a lesson. You'll feel the power of your black daddy's sexual desire. It might seem difficult at first, but you'll enjoy it soon." he panted in my ears while rubbing his hot cock against my belly.
He kept calling me his son, and referred to himself as my dad. As he was talking like this to me, he moved his cock slowly towards my mouth.
"Make sure I don't feel any teeth, son" he whispered before he slid his thick huge meat in my mouth. "Just let your dad plow your mouth, let your dad feed you on his warm seed. Take it deep, feel its full size in your mouth, feel it reaching deep down your throat."
I was being facefucked by this black strong man and I couldn't intervene when I started to choke on his big black tool. He didn't notice it (or pretended he didn't), he just kept ravishing my virgin mouth and throat. I was bucking and kicking under his weight but in vain. All I could do was make a moaning sound deep in my throat, and this was soon muffled by the forceful thrusts of Richard's mighty cock. I felt this mighty man was using me as if I was his possession or toy. I was so helpless I didn't know what to do, so I just let him do whatever he liked. The next thing I remember was hearing my rapist moaning in pleasure and feeling a sweet fluid gushing from his heavy balls, through his hard cock and directly into my mouth. The only thing I could do was to swallow it, but there was so much of his semen in my mouth that I couldn't keep it from spilling down my chin. He took his cock out of my mouth, knowing that I couldn't shout because he flooded my mouth with his hot thick cream. He used his still hard cock to wipe my chin and then force it back into my mouth. I was so exhausted that I swallowed it in gulps without trying to spit it out.
"Yes, my son, swallow your dad's nectar lustily. Show your dad appreciation and gratefulness for this wonderful gift. Your dad wants to plant his seed in you, `cause this is the seed of love. Your daddy will feed you on his male essence every day during my stay here. You can even get some weight if you eat your dad's proteins. And before you know this seed in you will grow and make you love your dad, and come for more and more", Richard was talking to me softly while kneeling above my chest and making me suck on his half-softened but still huge cock. I don't know why but I liked what he said. It was so weird yet extremely appealing to listen to these words. After all, who knows what this magic semen can do to me? I fell asleep lulled by Richard's soft words and his limp cock in my mouth.
I don't know when I woke up. I just knew it was late because it was dark outside and no cars could be heard on the streets. It must have been 2 or 3 in the morning. My rapist heard me squirming and hastily gagged my mouth with what seemed to be a pair of socks balled together. Now I was completely at his disposal, tied and gagged -- he can rape me for hours and nobody will hear anything. I couldn't see well in the dark, but I knew for sure my ordeal was not over yet. He untied my wrists and told me to kneel on the floor. He behaved as if he was my master and I was his slave. This had some appeal, however vague and distant. I complied and knelt down. He brought a chair forward, took my hands, put them around the back of the chair and tied them firmly. I knew what he was going to do to me. He didn't savour all of my bodily cavities yet. I was really afraid because my tight virgin ass was not prepared for what my rapist grew between his thighs. He got behind me, positioned me so that my asscheeks were split apart uncovering my virgin hole that seemed open and ready to welcome whatever comes its way. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear:
"I'm going to fuck you, son. I want you to feel the cock far up inside your body, I want you to feel my seed, I want to pour out my love juice and let it flow deep into your bowels. It's gonna hurt like hell, but I don't care -- you'll take it this way or another and you will enjoy it eventually, I promise you"
My rapist held my legs wide and started packing lube into my stretched hole. Then he knelt down below me so his erect cock was touching my asshole. He put his arms around my hips and lowered my body until the blunt head prodded my hole. I felt incredible stab of pain as my rapist mercilessly forced his cock in me. I felt like I was being split in two. I thought I was going to die. But he didn't waste anytime and he started pushing deep in my virgin ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him and he started pumping me brutally. I could feel his hot dick inside of me burning its way in and out. Each stoke of his hard cock pounded further and further up inside me till I almost felt it was going to come out my throat. I felt so full and like my insides were about to explode! His bull balls were slapping my butt and he pushed my body forward with each stroke so I banged my head on the back of the chair. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my sore ass, untied my arms and tied them behind my back again. He placed a few pillows on the floor, ungagged me, buried my head in the pillows and positioned my bottom up so that he could readily ravish it. My ass was partially adjusted to receive his mighty drill but it still hurt like hell. He shoved it ruthlessly and I felt I was going to faint. I bit the pillows, cried, and begged him to stop. He just pushed my head deeper into the pillows and paid no heed to my pleas. He kept ramming me from behind brutally and never slowing down. I felt his animal desire ripping me apart. It was as if he concentrated all his power in his cock in order to show me his passion. I started to believe that what he felt for me was love, and he seemed to have lost control because of this love. He was not raping me -- he was, in fact, loving me in his own brutal way. He was training me, teaching me and making me his son, even his slave. I felt this huge black men's implement drilling my frail body. I knew he was only satisfying his sexual desire, but I felt I could also enjoy in this game. The pain gradually subsided and I started to enjoy being raped by him (maybe the seed of love he'd given me started to take effect). So what, I thought, if I'm being raped? I decided to let my rapist abuse me in any way he liked, but I was not going to let him know I was actually enjoying it. So I continued to beg for mercy and wriggle as if I wanted to free myself, but, in fact, I was trying to catch the rhythm of his thrusts, I wanted to help him impale his drill deeper inside me, I wanted to take all of his huge cock down to his heavy balls. My ass was willing to take even more so I started to buck faster and faster as if this was not enough. He suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out of me. I was wondering what he was going to do next. Then I saw him taking this huge thick 9-inch dildo and putting some lube on it. He told me to get up. Ipretended to do it unwillingly but, in fact, I was looking forward to getting impaled on this huge rubbery cock. He positioned it upright and ordered me to kneel down and take it up my ass. I did so and it was so nice to know I could take something as huge as this up my ass. My rapist ordered me to slide up and down on it, which I would do even if he didn't tell me to. While I was sliding this huge toy deeper and deeper in my ass, he stood in front of me and started jacking off right in front of my face. He put his left hand on the nape of my neck and pulled my face to his crotch. He didn't have to tell me -- I started eating his black heavy balls enjoying the sweet smell of his manly sweat. He started to moan jacking his cock faster and faster until he unloaded what seemed a litre of warm semen on my face. Then he got down on his knees, put his hands on my head and started wiping my face, licking his cum and forcing it into my mouth with his hot wet tongue. He kissed me passionately and I was happy to eat his cum off his tongue. He never stopped kissing me and I realised how hard he worked to teach me this lesson. I was happy to have pleased him, to have been his son.
"You know", I told him "I don't have father, but I think I've just found one."
"So, you liked the lesson I taught you?" my dad asked.
"Very much." I said. "And I hope you have many more of them in store for me."
"I do" he said and gave me a big wet kiss.