Lawn
The sweltering heat here in the deep south where I live got the better of me. I am cheap but found hiring someone to mow my lawn seemed well worth it to me. Little did I know they'd send 6'1, well-built Erik, a 19-year-old African AmErikan boy so hot he give me an instant hard on within minutes of me first laying eyes on him.
Erik's eyes were the only feminine thing about him. Huge, deep brown chestnuts surrounded by pretty eye lashes. They looked like they could have belonged on a cover girl, not him. And those sweet eyes stood in sharp contrast to his powerful jaw and chiseled cheekbones. When he flashed that bright white smile, my pecker did a little dance and my ass tightened.
We shook hands and I introduced myself first. Then I heard him speak, a deep resonate voice let me know that he must be packing some serious equipment. I glanced down when he was looking at the yard and noticed a nice bulge in his nylon athletic shorts. "Bet he has nice, big balls," I told myself.
Erik got to work on the yard and I tried to busy myself in my home workshop, trying to fix yet another computer. Business had been good since moving here 3 years ago after the divorce. I had not yet plugged into the local LGBT scene, but I had met a few guys. I had my share of hook up sex. I wasn't looking for a partner, and my sex life was pretty good I thought. Still, craved something fun and exciting in the bedroom, something like someone way younger than me at 51, or maybe a true BBC to stretch my willing hole.
I tried but couldn't get young Erik off my mind. I kept thinking about that bulge and what he might look like naked. I thought about what it'd be like to have a huge black cock in my mouth and ass. I got hotter and hotter until I was hard as a rock, stretching my own pair of shorts considerably. Just then, I heard the mower stop.
I saw Erik outside my shop window, shirtless and glistening with sweat. His body was perfect. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. Just pure manly muscle, not fake gym rate muscle, just naturally developed man-boy muscle. What some might call a "swimmer's build." Perfect, I thought.
Even at this distance, I could make out a happy dark trail running from his navel into those shorts, and....oh fuck yeah, that bulge was even more noticeable since his sweat had made those shorts cling to him in just the right places. He wiped his brow and I saw black clumps of hair under his arm. I grabbed my hard cock and squeezed. I could so get into licking the sweat off his young, muscled body.
I grabbed a glass with ice and water and jutted out the back door to him.
"Pretty damn hot!" I said. It had a double meaning, for sure.
"Yeah man. I forgot my water bottle too. Thanks!"
Erik downed the water, I watched his thick red lips and wished I was the rim of that glass. He was perfect to me and I wanted to lick him like a giant popsicle.
I smiled at him, got him another glass of water and offered him a spot on the shaded porch to sit a while. We talked a little, and I found out he was mowing lawns for his uncle's service over the summer before heading off to community college in the fall. He acted a little odd when I asked about a girlfriend, kind of smiling and looking away, then looking right back into my eyes before glancing down to my crotch.
We were either communicating in that ancient unspoken language of love or I was getting all of his signals wrong, I couldn't tell which. I decided to make a move and see what would happen.
"So uh, you're gonna be pretty sweaty when you get done. You're welcome to come in through the garage and step into the bathroom there in the hallway to shower off before you go home." I managed.
Erik looked at me intently. I couldn't tell if his glare meant he was on to my advances or he was picking up what I was putting down. I was either about to be exposed for the faggot I am trying to hit on a young dude less than half my age or I had struck pay dirt. The moment of truth.
"Sounds good man. I'll definitely take you up on that," he said with a smile. His kind eyes brightened as if to say, "I hear you man."
I left him to finish the yard and went in to make sure the hall bath, as well as me, were all ready for Erik.
With the lawn finished, Erik came in through the garage and I closed the door behind him.
"Hey man, you care if I strip down here so I don't track grass and sweat into your house? Can you bring me a towel or something?" he asked.
"Uh yeah," I stuttered, not believing my luck. I stumbled inside, grabbed a towel and took it out to the darkened garage where Erik was already peeling off his sweaty clothes. I handed him the towel and pretended to walk back inside just as he was stepping out of his shorts. In the side mirror of my SUV I saw his long, heavy cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, and his huge powerful bull balls matched it in size. It was a perfect package. I slipped back inside. And went into my workshop, where I knew I'd be able to see him walking down the hall.
Erik came in, towel barely concealing his naked body and I gestured to where the restroom was. I scurried back to the shop to watch him walk down the hall. His tight, muscular ass beneath that flimsy towel was an awesome sight.
Showered, dressed and smiling, he came into greet me in my shop. I explained my work with computers and circuit boards, trying not to make it sound as boring as it really is.
"So you live alone?" Erik asked.
"Right."
"What about you...I mean you asked me....no girlfriend?" he said aggressively.
"Uh, no. That's uh, not the team I am on."
Erik smiled.
"Well shit, if I had known that you could have showered with me!"
We laughed nervously.
"Well, you know, I am shy about hitting on anyone, especially when they are so much younger than me," I offered.
"Some of us like older men," Erik said, casually reaching down to rub the bulge in my shorts. I quickly took that as permission and returned the favor. We locked eyes. He leaned forward and enveloped my mouth in a hot, lusty kiss.
He grabbed my ass and squeezed. Then he slid his big, hot hand down my shorts and fondled my bare butt, making sure to graze past my hairy hole. I practically melted into a puddle right then and there as his strong arms embraced me and his tongue searched my mouth.
We stopped long enough to stumble into the bedroom. Clothes were torn off, and in seconds I was where I had longed to be since I first saw Erik on my doorstep, bare ass naked on my knees with his BBC in my mouth.
As far as I could open, I couldn't my lips around much more than just the head of it. He was hard as rock now, and as I licked it from base to tip, he sighed. I estimated he had to be a full 9" of manly glory. Those huge, low hanging balls felt hot and heavy against my cheek as I licked him down there, returning to try and take as much of that meat into my willing mouth as I could.
He pulled me up and we ended up on the bed. Our naked bodies thrashing around, we kissed and licked each other with wild abandon. I had been with a few black men in my time, but no one as perfect as Erik. I wanted to please him in every possible way...all at once.
"You top or bottom?"
"I am whatever you want me to be."
"I wanna fuck your ass!"
The thought of taking that huge cock in my hole scared me. I couldn't even get it in my mouth and now I am thinking about letting him fuck me with it? Was I crazy? Yes. Crazy for that BBC.
The lovemaking continued. We 69'd and I tasted his hot, hairy ass. A black man's coarse hair in there makes ass eating so much fun, I thought. He was no slouch in the rimming department, either. He got me so wet and horny I couldn't wait to bend over for him.
I didn't make him wear a condom. Hell, none of the ones I had would have fit him anyway. He got me on my back, legs up to heaven, lubed to the hilt and started working his black snake into me. I am not going to lie, at first it hurt like hell. I felt myself being stretched wider than any man or dildo has ever stretched me. But Erik knew how to use his weapon. He edged it in and out so expertly that my hole naturally opened up for him. Soon, those massive balls were slapping against my ass cheeks as Erik plowed me with every inch of his manhood.
I laid there holding my legs up and looking into his strong, sexy face. He smiled as he plunged deeply into me. He was so manly, so confident. He stuck out his large pink tongue and wrinkled his nose at me.
"Take my big cock, you little white bitch"
"Oh, fuck yes! Yes! Talk dirty to me."
"You know all us black men are princes and kings. You white little faggots are just here for us to fuck."
"Yes! Yes!" was all I could say.
"That's why our cocks are so much bigger. Why we have so much swagger. You were born to be my bitch. Just another piece of ass for me to enjoy!"
With that, he withdrew and turned me over. I was on all fours before him.
He mounted me doggie style and doubled up on pumping his huge cock into my ass. The lube or his pre-cum started oozing out of me and down my legs. I caught a glimpse of his perfectly muscled ass pumping his cock into me. Without touching myself in any way, I started to cum.
"Oh fuck, you are going to make me cum!"
"Yeah, bitch? You like this royal fucking?"
"Oh, yes, yes....give it to me..."
He fucked me even harder. It hurt badly as the whole of his 9" bore into me, but it also felt so right, so good. The orgasm started to well up from deep inside my bowels. I shook all over. Erik grabbed my hips and thrust himself into me as hard as he could. I shot a huge white load so hard it hit my chin.
"Fffuck! He said," letting me know he was about to explode too.
I have been fucked a lot over the years, and by some hot, excellent tops with huge loads of cum. But I was not prepared for the sheer magnitude of the man juice Erik shot into my ass. I literally felt it bursting out of his massive cock. It shot with such force I could feel the jets of cum shooting against my insides and filling my anal cavity with thick, hot sperm. I gasped, I panted, it filled a need in me that had gone unmet for years, maybe my whole life!
So much cum! And Erik just kept on rhythmically plowing my hole. You could hear my ass get all sloppy-wet as the cream oozed down my legs.
Erik kept saying, "fuck yeah...fuck yeah..." over and over. Minutes later he finally stopped humping me and slowly withdrew his 9" to survey the damage. My sloppy, red-pink hole gaped before him, filled with cream. I know because he grabbed his phone off the floor and snapped a picture to show me his handiwork.
"You're great at lawns and asses apparently, Erik."
We both laughed and fell into bed for some after sex cuddling.