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Black Man's Wintry Surprise, part 13
Greg had left my room at about one in the morning, and I had slept soundly until about seven. When I awakened, I immediately was aware of his scent on the sheets and on my skin. My sore ass told me that his thick black cock had been there several times only hours before. My hole felt at once sore, and stretched, and warm from the previous night's passionate activity. My mind raced back in time and relived our hot love making as we kissed intensely, and used our hands and mouths and cocks to explore one another's bodies completely. Having these thoughts, my cock ached to be buried deep inside of his warm black hole, and I wanted my arms around his beautiful black muscled body.
As I thought about Greg, I was afraid that I had had what was probably what amounted to a one-night stand with an extremely hot guy. I wasn't sure if I would see him at the gym tonight, and if I did, I wasn't really sure that he would want to get together again tonight or not. But, in any case, I was headed back home late tomorrow morning, after a final meeting with our client, and I knew that I would not be back here for months. For my part, I would climb into bed with that hot black stud in a minute. But I was not sure what he was feeling, even though he seemed very interested in getting together another time tonight if possible. Maybe he was just being polite I thought.
At the same time I was having these thoughts, I was missing my girlfriend, Julie, intensely. She had not returned my calls, she had not responded to my emails. My heart felt like it would explode because I missed her and what we had so much. And yes, I knew I was the cause of our split because I had allowed myself to be seduced by Marc, and then just about be raped by Derek, which I ended up loving. And from there, I had had sex with Alana, Nick, Jason, and now Greg. Shit like this I had never done, and I was trying to figure out what the hell had happened to me over the past several months. And as I pondered this, I knew that if Greg wanted to get together again tonight, I would jump at the chance. So, I thought, "What right do I have to even think about continuing a relationship with Julie, if I keep doing stuff with guys?"
I thought that I should just stop this stuff with guys, and I should try to get back together with Julie, or some other woman and chalk these past few months up to exploration. Except, I was afraid that my attraction to sex with guys might be more than casual exploration. But, in my mind, I also knew that I would still love to have sex with Julie, or any other attractive woman for that matter. These thoughts convinced me that I had no clue as to what I really wanted. But, as my heart ached for Julie, I knew that I missed her deeply. And my mind was going crazy wondering what she was doing.
Knowing that I had planned to meet my boss at eight-thirty for breakfast, I cleaned up quickly. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noted that Jason's hickies on my shoulders had faded quite a bit. I also noted that my body was in fact extremely ripped, and I happily thought that Greg would definitely want to get it on with me another night. I was glad I had worked out so much at the gym, because I knew that my good looks had opened lots of doors for me in the past, including bedroom doors.
Throughout the day at work, I was growing increasingly morose. I was able to do my accounting job with no problem, but I was preoccupied with sadness about not having heard from Julie, and about how much I missed her. I was thankful that tomorrow was my last day on this trip, as I didn't know how long I could function normally without it affecting my work.
Arriving back at the hotel, I agreed to have a beer with my boss at the bar.
He talked about how well the week had gone and how much the client liked me and my work. But, my boss said that he was aware that I was still not myself and asked if anything had changed with the Julie situation. I told him that it had not, and that it was definitely weighing on me. Then my boss sprung the dinner surprise on me. He told me that our client wanted to take us out to dinner in appreciation of our quick and thorough work. He asked me if I could deal with just a couple of hours at dinner. I had no choice but to say sure. But, I was now being torn up inside as I had hoped to have a quick beer at the bar with the boss and then get my ass to the gym in the hope of seeing Greg again. Instead, now I would have to get to my room, change, and meet my boss in the hotel lobby in about an hour.
I was afraid Greg would think I was making this up so as to avoid him. I wanted to bolt from the bar to see if Greg was in the gym. But, my boss ordered another beer for both of us and I was his prisoner for another half hour. By the time I excused myself to freshen up for dinner, I had only about forty minutes to see if I could find Greg. Going to the gym, I looked all over the place, and finally I asked the clerk at the registration desk if Greg was still there. She told me that he had left only minutes before for the day. My stomach sank, as I knew I had lost my chance at being with Greg for another hot and passionate session.
Getting back to my room, I decided to call Greg and leave him a voice mail to explain at least that I had tried to see him. Apparently, he had done the same for me.
He had called earlier in the afternoon, leaving me a message that he thought I had left a pen behind after my massage yesterday. I smiled as I realized he was covering himself for calling a hotel guest's room. When I left him my message, I told him that I wanted to get a hold of the pen as soon as possible. I further explained that I got tied up earlier in the afternoon; otherwise I would have been back to look for the pen earlier. I hoped he got my message so at least he knew I had tried to connect with him. After that, I got ready for two more hours of work at dinner.
During dinner, our client was full of praise for my boss, and especially for me. I was almost embarrassed by all of his compliments, but I managed to take them politely. He had brought his wife and daughter with him for dinner as they were all leaving directly for vacation after the dinner. Of course his daughter, who was totally hot in every way, reminded me completely of Julie and this depressed me more. But, I was also struck with her incredible beauty, and I found myself fantasizing about what she would be like in bed. I had the impression that she was doing the same in her mind about me because I caught her frequently checking me out. Besides being fantastically beautiful, she was also completely normal I thought. She was not arrogant or condescending, but rather she was a pleasure to be with, even for a short time. I thanked god she was there because she made the dinner go by much faster. What's more, she told me that in the fall she would be starting at BC in Boston for her master's degree. Finally, dinner ended and we said our good byes. My boss assured our client that loose ends would be taken care of in the morning as he shook his hand and kissed the wife and daughter goodbye. I also bid them goodbye, and I noted that the daughter made a point of kissing me not on, but very near the lips as we parted. And, she seemed to give me a tighter hug than I was used to in such situations. What a tease, but I loved it.
My boss kidded me about how taken the daughter was with me, how she kept looking at me, and how she would be a great solution to my girlfriend problem since she was planning to attend grad school in Boston. I did my best to redirect the conversation to work, but he kept kidding me. I gave up and told him I hoped I would find out I was still taken when I got back home. But, my cock stirred a little at the thought of having her in bed for a few hours, further confirmation of how horny or how screwed up I really was.
Arriving back at the hotel, I was disappointed to find that there was no additional message from Greg. So, I showered and kicked back to watch the Lakers. The night was ending the way I had been afraid it would, without Greg. I nodded off while watching the game and was suddenly awakened by the hotel phone as it screeched in my ear.
"Can I get this pen to you before you leave town," asked Greg.
My head cleared quickly, and I responded, "Sure, can you meet me in my room?"
"Can't risk that again, dude. But, if you want to go on a job two blocks down from the hotel, I can probably meet you, and we can figure it out from there." Greg offered.
"Sure, right now?" I asked.
"Yep," was his answer. So I quickly changed into shorts and a t and left the hotel, apparently going for a night run. Two blocks away, Greg was waiting in his black Integra. I jumped in and immediately found my heart and cock racing at the sight of his fantastic body and face. He was shirtless on this warm night, with a pair of short running shorts on. His fantastic upper body with his carved pecs and ripped abs caused me to begin to harden immediately. As he pulled from the curve, I admired his biceps as they flexed with the turning of the steering wheel. Instantly, I was glad we had reconnected.
"So, where's my pen, dude," I asked with a smile.
He smiled that beautiful smile in response and said, "Between my legs, you might want to lick it to get it working again. Hasn't been used for a few hours."
I reached over while he was driving and first pinched his right nipple, then ran my hand down to his crotch and felt his very hard black rod through his shorts. "I think I might just do that," I said. I reached into the leg of his shorts and pulled his onyx stick free. It was visible through the dashboard lights, and precum glistened at its tip. I bent across the console and took his thick black tool into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and then going down hard on him. He moaned as I did this, and moaned more when I took my hand and began stroking his hard rod up and down using my saliva as lube. "So, where are you taking me?" I asked.
"To my place, if that's okay with you. Mostly brothers and sisters in the neighborhood, but you'll be fine with me at your side."
When we got to Greg's place, I did get a lot of looks from his neighbors, many of whom were hanging out on the sidewalk. "You better be as good as last night, or I might let these dudes and ladies get a piece of you." He said with a big smile on his face. I followed the muscular black stud into his apartment building, which was fairly new and very nice. Once inside his apartment, without turning around to face me, Greg shed his shorts and sandals and then turned to face me so I could take in his beautifully muscled black body. He placed both hands on the back of my head, pulled my face to his, and kissed me passionately, with his tongue exploring my mouth. I was completely hard and throbbing, and I placed my arms around his tight black body, pulling him into me thereby causing me to feel his rock hard black cock press against my abdomen.
I let Greg slip his hands under my shirt and remove it, and then he slid my shorts off. I kicked my running shoes off, and we were naked together again. Our hands flew all over one another's bodies, exploring our asses, our cocks, our balls, pecs, abs, everything. It was wonderful to feel him and to watch as my white hands caressed his black body. Greg knelt first and took my cock into his mouth and massaged it with hands and mouth alternately. I had my hands on his head as he sucked and stroked. I pulled his head onto my cock, and then allowed him to pull back. I felt myself ready to cum. He was so fucking hot. Greg sensed that I was tightening and getting ready to shoot, and he stopped. He stood up and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom where he took a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it over my pulsing white shaft. Then, he lay back on his bed, pulled his ankles to the side of his head and said, "Chris, I won't see you for a while, I am sure, maybe never again. I want to remember watching you push your hard white rod into my black ass with your incredible white body pressed against my black skin. Then, I want to fuck that pretty tight ass of yours, and your mouth. I want to remember this well dude."
I moved my cock into position, bent over his extremely beautiful and muscled black upper body and at the same time pushed into his ass while kissing him full on his beautiful black lips. He clamped his muscles around me tightly, holding my cock hard with his ass. We both sweated as I pumped and he writhed in pleasure, moaning and gasping. When I finally came, so did Greg. He had not done this last night at the same time I had. The climax was incredible and I collapsed wet on top of him, kissing him for a long time. We lay there hugging and kissing for at least a half hour. He was so incredibly hot.
Finally, Greg moved up, and I slid out of him. I knew it was time for him to fuck me, and my cock hardened again instantly at the thought. But first, Greg fed his fantastically thick and long rod into my eager mouth, and I sucked and stroked it greedily. I held tightly onto his perfect black ass as he did this. I ran my hands up and down his tightly muscled black legs, knowing I would miss him deeply after tonight.
At last, he took a condom and let me put it on him and I pulled my legs back as I looked into his beautiful eyes and waited for him to push that black love stick deep into me. He grasped my hard cock and pulled on it while simultaneously pushing his monster into my hole. Once an inch or so in, he started stroking my cock as he held himself just inside my hole. I wanted him all the way in, but he was teasing me. "Dude, fuck me, please." I said. He just shook his head with a smile as he kept stroking my now totally engorged cock. I was going crazy. Finally, he pushed in a little, then a little more. Then, he thrust forward hard, and I yelled out. I loved the pain and the pleasure. He held himself deep inside of me for minutes as he stroked my cock. I loved the feeling of the long onyx intruder deep in my pleasure shute. He was hard, and throbbing, and thick. And, as he stroked, my ass muscles tightened around the black invader inside of me.
Feeling this reaction on my part, Greg began pumping me, slowly at first. Then, he was riding me incredibly fast and I shot my juices at his abs and over his fist tight around my cock. Moments later, he climaxed and held himself hard against my ass cheeks. We were both sweating again and spent. Now, for another hour or so, we lay together, touching one another, stroking one another, kissing for several minutes at a time, just loving the feel of one another together.
When I left Greg's apartment building, my curly sandy hair was tousled about my head, and my general appearance was of a guy who had just been happily ravaged. Greg's neighbors smiled at us as we left, and I knew they knew. Greg and I kissed goodbye in his car a block from the hotel, and I walked back with a hard cock bulging against my running shorts. I had just had the time of my life with that hot black stud. I did not care what I looked like.
The next morning, we finished work, and my boss and I left for home. My thoughts on the plane back to Boston were mixed between a deep contentment that Greg and I had gotten together, and anxiety over what was awaiting me as I returned home. I was growing heartsick over Julie once again. I hated the confusion in my life, but my body loved the exploration I was putting it through.
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