The Best Sex Ever 13 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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The hurricane came out of nowhere. It was unexpected to begin with, but it also stopped. I was in Philadelphia and the storm just sat on top of the city and dumped rain. I was supposed to have been in Washington, DC but had been sent to Philly to avoid the storm long enough to make a connection to LA. That didn't happen.
I'm a financial consultant and I fly a lot. I had an up close and personal connection with my airline. When it was clear I was stuck in Philly, Derrick, my customer service person came to me and said that they had located a few hotel rooms. If I was willing to share, I could have the room rather than staying in the terminal.
"How long will we I here?"
"Officially I can't say," Derrick said. "The runways will be under water in an hour. Train service is out, as is commuter rail. You will be lucky to get out of here in two or three days."
"I'll take the room," I said. As if to reinforce that decision, part of the terminal roof took flight and sailed across the runway.
"There is a bus at the exit," Derrick said. "Go now. We'll try to get your luggage to you later. Here is your key, room 307."
It was a small shuttle bus, and I was with 20 people. There were several families and two handicapped persons. We left immediately and drove to a hotel. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was on high ground. I went to room 307. It was your basic Holliday Inn sort of room.
I turned on the television and listened to the bad news on the weather channel. I also plugged in my cell phone and lap top. I figured losing electricity was an option.
There was another key opening the door. The biggest, blackest man I had ever seen came in. "Hello roomie!" he said. "I'm Bone Crusher Brown."
I managed to squeak out my name, Elliott Roberts. To say that I was going to be spending two or three days with a man named Bone Crusher wasn't welcome, understates the case.
"Damn. I need to take a leak!" he said and as he vanished into the bathroom. I was thinking about finding a way to get another roommate, when lights went off.
"Oh shit!" Bone Crusher bellowed from the bath. It was the middle of the day, but it was dark with only the light from the windows. The lights came on again. I looked outside and saw the roof of a McDonald take flight. I wasn't a good time to be picky about a roommate as long as the room was dry.
He came out to the bath and made ten or twelve calls. One of them was to his mother, assuring her that he was safe. At least he had a mother I thought. I watched the local TV. They were calm and in control. Bone Crusher was talking nonstop on his phone. I couldn't understand much of what he said.
I eventually figured out he was a professional wrestler and he was cancelling several engagements. I think I had heard of him. He was one of those ultra-loudmouth violent television wrestlers. The bouts were further north. The storm was headed in that direction if it ever finished with Philly. It was perfectly obvious to me that there was no way anything would happen in the north-East for three or four days, but that wasn't clear the men Bone Crusher was talking with.
He hung up. He was obviously pissed. "Those assholes want to sue me for breach of contract."
"They don't have a leg to stand on," I said. "They are bluffing."
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"I handle contracts all the time. You can't control acts of god. They can't ask that you take responsibility for them," I said. "Do you have a good lawyer?"
"I think I do. I couldn't get in touch with him. He in Jersey."
"Don't worry about it, the guys is trying to put something over on you."
"He said if I gave him $5000.00 he'd forget about it."
"I rest my case," I said. "He's bluffing."
"Damn, it's hot in here!" he said.
"Someone in the lobby said the air conditioning was off. There are electrical surges and they are trying to avoid damaging the system," I explained.
He was wearing sweat pants and a fleece hoody. He stripped them off. "I was in Montreal," he said. "It was cool there." He wasn't wearing any underwear.
I mentioned he was big and very back. Naked he was bigger and blacker. He wasn't naked, he was nude. He seemed to be completely at ease without clothes.
I must have looked shocked. "We're all boys here, is this a problem?" he asked.
No, not at all," I said. "Actually I never been in room with a naked wrestler before. It was unexpected."
He laughed. "Usually you have to pay extra for that!"
"Well. My luggage is in the terminal somewhere, and I have doubts that getting it to me is a high priority," I said. "Part of the roof was blowing off when I left."
"Was that the noise I heard as I left?" he asked. I went to the window to see if I could crack it for a little air. That was a bad idea and I closed it quickly. I took off my shirt and pants and got on the bed. I was wearing boxers. Someone slipped a Xeroxed note under the door. It was from the management. The hotel was safe, but was operating with half the normal staff. The electricity was working, but erratic. The hotel had a backup generator that was in working order. The kitchen was working but the dining room roof was leaking badly. They would send sandwiches to each floor of the building. If there were any special dietary needs we were to visit the main desk. It might be wise not to use the elevator.
"That seemed pretty reasonable to me," I said. "Maybe you would need some extra sandwiches?"
Bone Crusher smiled. "I ain't going to waste away!"
I laughed. At least he had a sense of humor. The cable channels vanished, but the local channels came through. The room had a radio, and they were broadcasting on that for people who had lost electricity. There was nothing to do but wait. Bone Crusher fell asleep. He snored, but the storm was loud. It wasn't that bad.
I had heard all the stories about black men and their oversized cocks. Bone Crusher was endowed. He was soft, but it was a monster. I was still unmarried and looking for the right woman, but I had some knowledge of cocks. I wasn't a size queen, but if I had been one, I would have been in love with Bone Crusher. At 6:30 someone knocked on the door and left a bag of food with two cans of soft drink, four sandwiches, fruit, chips and candy. It came with complete instructions. If we put mayo on the sandwiches we had to eat them within an hour. The fruit and other things were fine. There was also some potato salad that we had to eat quickly or not at all.
"There must be a food Nazi in the kitchen," Bone Crusher said.
"Well, it would be embarrassing to make it through the storm and get food poisoning," I said. "I wonder what will happen if we lose electricity?"
As I said that the lights went out. Thirty seconds later the light came on again, but they were dimmed. I assumed we were on a generator. The storm wasn't lessening at all. My electronics were fully charged. And I had charged Bone Crushers cell phone while he slept. I turned on the radio, but the television was gone.
"You are a psychic!" Bone Crusher said. I looked at him. He was smiling. By now I was used to seeing him naked. He sat against the bed backboard and made no effort at all to cover his cock. I assumed if you had it you might as well flaunt it. He was uncut, but his cock must have filled out some. He cock head had stretched the skin open and I could see it. Bone Crusher was black, but this cockhead was pink. It struck me as an attractive shade of pink.
He tended to scratch himself and rearrange his equipment quite a bit. I had noticed that earlier, but it was quite pronounced after we ate and the lights had dimmed. I don't think I look or act gay, but to a man who looked like Bone Crusher, Sam Elliott looked effeminate. I didn't react. I think he was trying to see how far he could go.
I was open minded on that subject. He could go as far as he wanted. I went to the bath and when I came back I ditched my boxers. He noticed that immediately. "You have a nice one for a white guy," he said. He was smiling.
"I assume I'm not the first one to notice your cock should be in a museum with Dillinger's dick and Rasputin's cock," I said.
He laughed again. "Mine is real and it's still attached," he said. "It's made a lot of people happy."
"I hope you are one of those people," I said.
"It sure does, but I think the cock is designed to make you happy. As long as it's in working order, it going to be good," he said.
"In the wrestling ring I bet there is a lot of now you see it, now you don't," I said. "I bet guys line up to see take a peak."
"Women like it too," he said. "I don't think they are as enthusiastic as the men," Bone crusher explained. Most women aren't satisfied by a quick poke. They want more. Most aren't that truthful about their birth control methods. Several of the guys I know have had paternity suits. Most of the time it was just a scam, but it's expensive and time consuming."
"At least guys don't want to have your babies," I said.
"That's the way I see it," he continued. "There less hassle, more sex with fewer strings and more fun with guys. Lots of times you can just show a man your meat and he is happy." He looked at me. "You look pretty happy."
"It's a good view." I said.
"I could tell that," he said. "Naked men can't keep secrets." I was semi hard. "Maybe we could help each other out. We may be here for days. We have some time to kill. Have you ever done it with a black guy?"
"No I haven't," I replied. "And I've never done it with anyone with a cock that is even half your size."
He smiled. "I done it with plenty of white guys and they've all left smiling." We were both sitting on the edges of the twin beds facing each other. He reached out and stroked my cock. I shivered in excitement.
"I don't know if an asshole can smile, but I would say a good 70% of their holes were happy."
"What about the other 30%?" I asked.
"They are all alive," he said. I must have looked shocked. "That a joke! Sometimes it just doesn't fit. I'm good with that. To be honest with you, most of the guys I play with volunteer. They want me in them. If I seed them they think they have died and gone to heaven." He continued stoking my cock. My cock and my brain had two very different plans for the next day or two.
"Let me warn you," Bone Crusher whispered. "I like messy sex. Once I get going my cock does nothing but drool, ooze and spurt ball juices all the time. That's good because I make my own lubricant. I get real sweaty too." He rubbed his finger in the precum oozing from my cock and covered my knob with it. "You look like the sort of man who likes it neat. You are just going to have to get used to it."
He then leaned over and licked my cock head. I felt an electric shock of sexual excitement. I shivered. He was right. Naked men can't keep secrets. He knew I was willing and he was in control. I should have been worried about him, but my mind was otherwise engaged. He got me close to shooting, then pulled away. I dropped to my knees and studied his cock.
It was 10 or perhaps 11 inches and thick too. He shaved his body except for his bush and his furry ball sack. He balls were apple sized. I fondled them.
"Are the full?" I asked.
"They are full and ripe," he replied. "I can usually shoot off five or six time in a night. Do you eat the stuff?"
"I have when I was really excited."
"Well you won't starve!" I looked up. He was smiling. I licked his shaft, starting at his a balls and heading toward his cockhead. I encountered some pre cum drooling from his slit. Usually that turns me off, but that didn't happen this time. I followed the drool trail and soon found my tongue licking his slit.
His knob was huge and the slit was a wide gash. I could get my tongue in it and lick the really fresh stuff. Bone Crusher appreciated my efforts. He was so huge, I think the appreciative drool from his cock excited me. You can't hide anything when you are erect and oozing. I'm not sure Bone Crusher was prone to hiding things anyway. He seemed to make his own rules.
It was hard for me to believe I excited him, but I was licking the evidence. I felt a bit warm and fuzzy, and was comfortable as I sucked his organ. There was thunder and lightning outside as well as a few exploding transformers, but was safe and happy.
He told me to get on the bed. I obeyed and found out he wanted to sixty-nine. That was more than fine for me. It was calm leisurely and erotic.
"I assume to have made peace with sucking a black cock?" he asked during a lull. "I hope it tastes the same as a white dick?"
"I don't want to give you a big head, but I don't think I have enjoyed sucking as much as I have sucking yours," I said. "I don't know if that's because you're black or because your cock his a precum soda fountain."
"You may not know this, but you are drooling premium cock high-test yourself," he said.
"I am? No one has ever mentioned that before."
"Maybe you've been hanging out with the wrong guys," Bone Crusher added. "I'm into cock scum. Years ago one of the first guys I fucked with told me to lick up the scum. You can't fake the scum. You can't turn it on without being turned on."
"Do white guys turn you on?" I asked.
"I like men who are appreciative," he replied. "Sex is its own reward, but sometimes I get guys who take it as a dare. It not easy for most guys to take my cock in his ass anyway, but it's harder when the guy you are fucking if just checking off an item on the bucket list."
"They do that?"
"Of course they do it. If I'm going to stretch a hole was wide as I do, I want the guy to love it," he said. "I hate it when a guys is acting as if he was working on a crossword puzzle when I'm fucking the shit out of him."
"Do you always get it in?" I asked.
"I can always get it in if I want too," he said. "I run into men whose eyes are bigger than their asshole is. Some men just misjudge their capabilities. I like to fuck an ass, not tear a new one. Most of the guys who take it, love it. Some Southern good ol' boys seen to love it, cops especially."
"I wouldn't have thought that," I said. "Is that the lure of forbidden fruit?"
"That may be part of it." Bone Crusher said. "Southern belles are the worst about that. They pretend to be horrified that my black meat will touch their virgin cunt."
"Virgin?" I asked.
"I'm not sure even one of them was a bonefide virgin. I'm a big boy and usually my cock slides in like an 18 wheeler on I-95. They all lie about protection. They want a little Bone Crusher baby to get back at their daddy," he said. "Now, some beefy red-neck who has spent his life treating black guys like shit is a different matter."
"The see me all but naked wrestling and they get turned on. They tend to wait for me in the parking lot. Usually they are in a shadow, trying to hide until I'm alone. We talk a little. They have a motel room nearby. An hour later they have an asshole that is twice as big as it used to be! It hurts, but they don't give a shit. It's funny, they always want me to shoot in them."
"They want to have your babies?" I suggested. Bone Crusher burst out laughing. "You taught them a lesson."
"I use to think I was doing that," he said. "I discovered sex if better if you're doing it for your own pleasure rather than revenge. I tell them I going to fuck them until they are squirming in pleasure. Most of them come back for more. One of them brought a friend to eat my cum from his ass. He was nice and accommodating too. I took care of both of them for the rest of the night."
"I don't know if I have the stamina," I said.
"I guess you've picked up from our conversation that I'm a not a virgin any more. I'd be surprised if you had any problems at all," he said as he returned to sucking my cock.
I went after his organ and he seemed to have used our conversational interlude to double his pre cum production. It was intoxicating. I slipped into a near trance. I was on automatic pilot, milking his cock of its rich brew. My own orgasm caught be by surprise. I had been concentrating on him when I let lose.
A second or two later his balls gave up their load. His semen was like a pudding, creamy and still warm from being stored in his balls. I had only taken a load a few times before and never on purpose. This was different. I didn't exactly intend to take it, but I knew it would inevitably come, and I knew I wouldn't pull off. I have never taken a load while having an orgasm either. I returned to the sexual trance.
I think we both fell asleep. I dreamed of Bone Crusher, or more correctly of his cock. I was very excited and woke up. I was fully erect and Bone Crusher was sitting on my cock, gently bouncing.
He seemed to be doing a little dance on my cock. There were several places that seemed to turn him on and he returned to them regularly. His ass was tight and it gripped my meat. It was as if he was masturbating my cock with his sphincter. Except for his sphincter, everything in his ass was warm, soft and quivering. His insides were delicate.
I gave it up again and flooded his ass with my man seed. I fell asleep again, but he was still sitting on my cock. I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the window. Bone Crusher was snoring again. I was still raining heavily, but the wind had diminished. It was more like a standard rain storm. Some street light was on and I could see their reflections in the water. The motel was in the middle of a huge lake.
I went back to bed. It was daylight when I woke. A gigantic burst of thunder woke me. Bone crusher slept through it. When he woke we took a shower. The water was still warm and it was good to clean off. I dropped the soap by accident and as soon as I bent over to get it, I realized bone Crusher would misinterpret that. He nudged his knob into my hole but didn't push.
I later found out he was just testing my ass. He wanted to see if I jumped and clamped my ass shut when he touched me. I passed the test. I was uneasy about taking his beer can up my ass, but I was resigned. It seemed inevitable.
It was inevitable, but I had forgotten the rounded shape of a cock is designed to penetrate. When it is rock hard, it's perfectly designed to fuck. Bone Crusher told me to get on my hands and knees and spread my legs. "I'm going to get in anyway. Don't bother fighting it," he said. Bone Crusher wasn't a romantic. He licked my ass and got his tongue deep into my hole. I didn't expect that.
Fully erect Bone Crusher's cock drooped. It didn't perk up like most guys' cocks. He nudged his percum coated knob into my ass and pushed a little. "Oh shit, here it comes," I thought and them a relaxed for a second, resigned to the coming pain. A second later his cock head and about half of his shaft was in my and I was feeling no pain at all.
Bone crusher said my ass parted like the Red Sea opening for Moses. He knew the anatomy of a man hole and he rubbed his oversized knob on my prostate. He used the little gland like a punching bag until I couldn't breathe it felt so good. The then shoved the rest of the monster cock into me.
I hate to say thing but the feeling were almost spiritual. It felt so good, I was almost floating on air, supported only by the huge cock. About five or ten minutes later the pulled out to let me breathe. I don't know how long it was, I could barely think.
Oddly he was winded too. Apparently my rectum was perfectly fitted to his cock. The shapes matched. While it was huge, it was perfect for easy penetration. Apparently my rectum bonded to his shaft and while I thought I was passively taking his cock, it was manipulating his organ as he fucked. He was in heaven too. He said I had a sphincter of steel and it acted like a cock ring.
"Roll over and open wide," he said. "I really need to let lose!" he shove it in with ceremony, and then thrusts a few time. Then something that felt like a fire hose began to tickling my ass linings. He held me tight as he unloaded.
"Are you okay?" he whispered. "I had an urge. I thought I was going to explode." I said I was fine. He dosed off but he left his cock in me. It softened, but he was bigger soft that most men were hard. I squeezed my ass, milking the remains of his orgasm from his organ.
Bone Crusher told me he could shoot four or five times a day. We discovered that ten was the actual number of orgasms. I shot off in his ass a few times, but he preferred sucking it up "fresh from the spigot" as he called it.
"Elliott, you are a strange guy," he said as he was licking up some of his semen as it drooled form my ass. "But damn, you have a beautiful asshole!" He then moved and popped his cock into my ass. He went in as deep as my prostate and played for the next two days.