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Danny Boy - Part 3
Immediately upon discharge from the US Army, I spent a couple of weeks around the old hometown with my parents and friends, but I soon found it boring. Hell, I was use to some real heavy action and kinky sex now. There certainly wasn't any around home, especially with black guys, since there were few Black Guys in the area and they were either married or straight. I got my shit together and moved to San Francisco, one hundred eighteen miles due West, knowing they had a huge gay population where I would have a better chance of meeting my dream man.
Though I had my degree in accounting and business administration, I was not interested in working as an accountant or a business manager, stuck in some office every day crunching numbers or doing tax work for some damn CPA outfit. So, here is what I did. I stayed with an old maid sister of my dad's that had lived in the city for years. She was eccentric, old, cranky, and set in her ways, but she always liked me and was glad to have me living with her. I used my savings and went to bartender's school. What I really wanted was to work in one of the leather and biker bars, thinking I may as well work in one of them as to work in some damn Queenie Gay Bar. I wanted to associate with real men, macho guys, not vanilla guys, screaming queens, dance Ferries and Transvestites. I had nothing against them, but they were definitely not the kind of friends I wanted to associate with, especially not bed with. It was going to have to be gay macho men or Bisexual masculine guys. Hell, I would even settle for married guys out on the town for a good time, balls busting, looking for some action, as long as they could give me some good old rough sex and push all my right buttons. I was looking for quality and quantity, determined that life is only as good as your fondest memories. I was going to have a stack of memories that would pave my way happily through life.
I had been frequenting the leather bars since my move to SF and the date I received my certification from Bartender's school. I had made it a point of meeting and becoming friends with as many of the owners and managers of these establishments as possible. When the time came to find a job, I wanted that edge so I would have a better chance of being hired. I had already slept with half the owners or managers of the leather/biker bars. I really wanted to work at 'The Tool Box,' owned and operated by Eddie and Michael, business partners, and both Tops. It was the most popular leather/biker bar in San Francisco at the time. They took me to bed with them many times on weekends, as they were just what I wanted in a man - masculine, macho, good looking, hung and dominant creatures to the bone. They shared a flat above the bar and liked to entertain bottom guys like me together, sometimes during business hours, regularly after bar hours. They both took to me immediately. I spent many hours getting dick from that duo. They were quite a team, Eddie a Master Top and younger Michael versatile, but mostly Top too with constant needs for a juicing. As a Master, Eddie ran the show, but Michael was the performance specialist. He could fuck all night long if really turned on to someone. He liked blue eyed blonde guys, so he performed extraordinarily well when I was sandwiched between him and Eddie. Master Eddie would feed me his dick and Michael would fill-up my bottom until I was singing like a canary. Fuck they were a team. Once Master Eddie realized I liked the exotic and kinky stuff, their dungeon room in the back of their flat became our playpen, my training camp. You name it; I experienced it in that dungeon room under their total control. By the time I finished bartender's school, Eddie had me totally submissive to his every demand. I even learned to eat scat once in awhile if the two of them got me really turned on. Until I met these two, I had always claimed I would never submit to it in a million years. The guys were both excellent tops and could get me to do most anything! Hey, you would be surprised what one can do when really turned on to someone. Don't be judgmental, be kind and understanding with me, OK!
I didn't even have to ask! They wanted me to work for them when I finished bartender's school. Damn was I lucky! They hired me immediately! They even purchased me special clothing, consisting of nothing more than tight leather shorts, a very skimpy tasseled leather vest, arm bands, boots and a headband. The tassels on the vest were to indicate to everyone that I was a Bottom Boy. As I said, 'The Tool Box' was the most popular biker/leather bar in SF at the time. The place was wild on Friday and Saturday nights, even busy weekdays seven to ten at night. Every hot guy that wore leather was in there after work Friday night strutting his stuff; then again Saturday night to pick up a leather bottom bitch and take him home to fuck all night. Being a good looking blue eyed blond guy, keeping myself shaved of all body hair, wearing tight leather shorts, leather boots, no top sometimes, showing off my nice nipples, I was quite a popular bartender with all the customers. I went by Blonde. Every guy in the place made a play for me, I loved the job, hectic as it was. I made more in tips than I did in wages, and it was a union shop. Most of the regular customers were masculine gay guys, but there was a fair share that could be considered Bisexual guys, just the kind I like, macho, masculine and dominant. These guys were real men, worked the shipyards, the docks or were construction workers in and around the Bay Area. They didn't frequent the bar every weekend, only when they were on the prowl for a nice looking young guy to fuck that wasn't a queen or effeminate. I qualified for that position and let them know I was available if they could pass my physical test. I posted qualification guidelines on the bulletin board. They had to be 100% Top guys, not necessarily handsome, but masculine and macho, preferably kinky and hairy, have 9 inches or more, preferably uncircumcised and able to climax more than once before falling to sleep. Must expose self to me before my shift ends at midnight. It was great; guys would pull their cocks out and pump them up while I watched right at the bar after they had a few drinks to see if I would go home with them at midnight. No wonder they called the place 'The Meat Rack' at times. At midnight, I made my choice and off we went into the wild blue yonder, sometimes to their place, unless they were from out of town. Then Michael would let me use their spare bedroom for my escapades.
Both Eddie and Michael wanted me to move in with them full time, but I thought that would not work out to my benefit, as they both had a possessive nature to them. I did not want to limit my escapades to just those two when there were so many hunks to sample. I just was right up front and told them I wanted to have my freedom and sample the merchandise for at least a while longer before settling down with anyone. They understood, but insisted that I continue to sleep with them too. That worked just fine. When I got a real hot guy into S&M and kink, I would let Eddie and Michael know. They would get Teddy, another bottom bartender. The five of us would go to the dungeon after closing time and the three guys would really have a good. They would put Teddy and me through the works, then ball us until daybreak. These were hot times for all of us.
It was like being on vacation seven days a week, especially on weekends when all the out of town hunks would show up, many on motorcycles. When the Gay Parade and the Castro Street Fair came around each year, 'The Tool Box' filled to total capacity for the entire weekend. I was making real good money, much of it under the table with no taxes. I wanted for nothing. The minute I mentioned I wanted something either Eddie or Michael made it appear. They constantly begged me to move in with them and made it legal, I was spending so much time with them. I told them my old Aunt Sarah was ailing and really needed me to stay on to take care of her affairs. When she died two years later, I inherited her house down in the Marina District. This had been my paternal grandfather's home where my dad, Aunt Sarah and two other brothers had grown up. It appraised at $885,000; in addition, she had that much more in stocks bonds and cash she willed to me. I knew that she had inherited a large portion of my grandfather's estate years earlier, including the Marina District house, but never knew it was so damn much. The house was like a mausoleum, furnished with antiques, oriental rugs and stain glass windows. You know the look and especially the smell of a house like that. The kitchen was antiquated, the heating system an old oil burner, and the electrical about as unsafe as one could imagine. One dare not plug in any modern appliance for fear of burning down the place. The first thing I did was have an auctioneer deal with ridding the place of all the antiquity. It certainly wasn't my thing. Oh, I did give a few things to my mom and dad that they always wanted out of the house, but all in all, I emptied the house of just about everything. The next step was to get a reputable architecture to turn the old place into something livable based upon my needs and my sense of style. My preference, which just happens to be ultra modern - shinny steel and leather, bright, airy, comfortable, easy to clean, with an open floor plan is what I told him I wanted. He came back with two or three designs, one of which I chose and the demolition phase began. Six months later I moved back into the most beautiful place on earth. There were enough antique architectural elements salvaged from the demolition that they paid for over half the reconstruction costs. I now had a home in one of the best neighborhoods in San Francisco that appraised at well over 1.25 million.
I lived in the house about one full year, sold it for 1.75 million, and purchased a three- bedroom condominium in the Comstock Complex right downtown for $585,000. It was new, modern, had a wonderful all glass view of the entire city from the 18th floor, and was walking distance to work, less than 10 blocks. I had a professional furnish the place so it wasn't something thrown together by yours truly that would look like the decorations in a Mexican or Chinese Restaurant. It turned out great, all in monotone leather and bright shinny steel. The kitchen would have made Julia Child envious. Now remember, I had learned to cook very well when Stan and I lived together. I had Master Eddie and Michael over many times to dinner, always turning into sleepover affairs. I loved to cook and entertain them. They were always my honored guests and my personal evening dessert combo. We three guys, tightly knit for quite a spell. One or the other came home with me almost every night, always putting a big smile on my face when they put the Dickie to my Licky or the Meat to my Seat, depositing Juicie to my Pussie.
Still, living alone was a drag. I really longed to have a man walking through the door every night, enveloping me in hugs and kisses and making love to me every night. I made an asserted effort to find Mr. Wonderful. Eddie and Michael wanted me, but neither one of them were what I really pictured as my Mr. Wonderful. I continued to search and go out with guys that frequented the bar. One night a big black dude walked in that had never before been in the bar. He stood at the bar and ordered a draft, sucked it down in two gulps, ordered another and did the same. The third one he carried around the place mingling with the guys. He fit in immediately with the guys that came in after work each night that worked on the pier as longshoremen. He kept eyeing me and watching me all evening. Here it was Friday night and the place started to get pretty wild and crazy about 10:00pm when he arrived.
My eyes kept returning to him as I worked the bar, busy as it was. Once in awhile our eyes would meet and he would give me a nice hardy smile. He was one big guy; huge muscles, a neck, shoulders, arms and chest on him that made me feel I needed to touch. He wore loose clothing, 501 Levi's, a tee shirt and work boots, but I could tell everything under those duds was iron and steel. On one of his trips to the john, I noticed he had stopped, was reading the bulletin board posted with my dating qualification criteria. When he returned from the head he stepped up to my end of the bar got my attention and called me over.
"Hey Blonde, dat you ain't it girl?" Come over here a minute, I has something to show you." He already had his dick in his hand and was slowly stroking it. The cock head was just pulling away from the foreskin when I arrived and looked down. He continued slowly stroking that big black tool until it stood up and blew bubbles at me. Looked to be bout 14 inches and as big around as a baseball bat handle or a black drainpipe. "You like girl - do I qualify to get some of that fine pussy of yours maybe?" "You sure a pretty little thing!" "Anything else you want to see for I put "Thunder" away?
"Don't put Thunder away yet, let me see your balls too!" At that, he unbuttoned the top button, spread his 501's open and lifted his entire package out for my viewing. His balls hung down, swung back and forth as he made them swing side to side, reminded me of the balls on a bull that Louie use to lease for breeding years ago on the ranch. The expression on my face must have pleased him.
"Nice big black balls to go with the Niger meat girl, you like?" "Could be yours too girl, just for the askin!" "I be over with the boys till midnight when you get off OK!" "Maybe you like to make some black babies tonight, maybe not!" "Till midnight I be here, OK!" He started to stuff his manhood back into his 501's and I realized my mouth was hanging open. I regained my composure as he started to button up. He gave me a big smile and said, "Niger Meat's good girl, you ever had any?" He lifted his tee shirt up so I could see his navel, six packs, then all the way up so I could see his chest and nipples. Both nipples had rings in them, indicating to me that he was into nipple play, possibly more fun stuff, the kinky, that I really liked. His entire abdomen was covered with those little tight swirls of black hair that Black guy have when they are especially hairy all over, another real plus. I was short of drooling by now; he could see it in my eyes. He just lowered his tee and tucked it back into his pants. "Now you turn around girl and wiggle that cute little ass for daddy and we be even for now!" That made me burst out laughing. "I serious girl, give me something to think about till midnight, OK!"
I removed my apron, spun around a couple of times, lifted my hands up over my head and wiggled my way back to my station and back to him. "Well, Thunder sure looks just like what the doctor ordered to tame me tonight, big guy. You're on for tonight, OK!" He gave me a big smile, turned and returned to his longshoremen friends.
I could hardly wait for the next forty minutes until midnight. I kept making eye contact with him and he kept me entertained doing the crotch squeeze number for me so his pants bulged out and he kept launching a nice woody for me to drool over. I in turn blew kisses at it. After I counted my cash drawer and pulled the tape for the evening I joined him and his buddies for a couple of beers and we were already warming up to each other. I had been to bed with at least three of his buddies already, one white and two blacks, so I am sure he knew I liked black meat. These guys were the types that share their experiences with each other, so they must have given me a good recommendation.
"What's your name anyway Big Guy, as I groped him?" I startled him and he winced!
"Blakemore Washington, Blake for short, just moved here from Louisiana, transferred here and working with these here blokes at the Alameda Naval Shipyards across the Bay. Some place this San Francisco, nice and cool place to work." "Your real name Blonde girl?"
"Hell no, it is Danzel Van Goagen, Dan or Danny for short!" "What say we get out of here and go to my place, OK?" "The boss gave me the name Blonde when I started working here!"
"Sure Danny, I got the Harley outside, you bring a car?"
"No, don't own one anymore, use to have a Mustang and it up and died on me. Just as well, who needs a car in San Francisco! Besides, I just live about 10 blocks from here and I always walk to and from work. It helps me keep my girlish figure you know!" Before I ever leave with any new guy I always confirm with Eddie and Michael to see it the guy is safe to take home. I excused myself for a few minutes and walked to them both that were then standing at the end of the bar talking.
"Well guys, his name is Blakemore Washington, Blake for short, transferred here from Louisiana and working at the Alameda Naval Shipyards. You have anymore scoop on him, like if he is "The Boston Slayer" or something?"
Eddie spoke, "Checked with his friends and they say he is safe, a bit kinky, but not a Slasher, into blood sucking, or piercing stuff. You have our blessing! Why you like that Black stuff girl, when you can have us two hunks anytime you want some hot dick up your sweet ass? Is bigger really better girl?" I just stuck my tongue out at them, turned and rejoined Blake.
"Well girl, where you live is there a garage or a safe place to put the bike for the night; I sure as hell ain't leavin it out on the street?"
"No problem, I have a basement parking spot, seldom used, but came with the condominium." "Let's go now so I can get a better look at 'Thunder,' before I loose my buzz, OK!"
"Sure thing girl!" He had an older Classic Fat Boy Harley with all the trimmings. It was black and chrome, beautiful and very masculine with black leather saddlebags and chromed dual pipes that sounded nice and mellow when he fired it up. Damn how I love the sound of a Hog.
I guided him to the Comstock Building, down the ramp to the security box, entered my passkey and the large metal gates rolled up into the ceiling letting us enter. My parking slot had a friend's small car parked in it, but there was room behind it for his bike. We took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor and we entered the condominium. He went immediately to the floor to ceiling windows, gazed out at the city lights, the cars coming and going on Market Street and off the Bay Bridge, linking SF with Oakland, Berkeley, and Alameda.
"Damn girl, ain't that purdy, just look at dem lights. You got birds eye view of the whole city from up here girl! This big patio out here yours too baby! Sure like to step out there and look straight down and around for a minute. That be OK?"
"Sure, probably a bit breezy out there tonight. It's OK during the day when the sun is out, but at night it can be cold." I unlocked the big sliding door and we scooted out to the railings. I don't like to look straight down, it always gives me the quivers and my legs go weak on me, but he loved it, although it was a bit nippy. I cuddled up next to him to keep warm. "Pretty as a picture postcard isn't it Blake?"
"Sure is baby, even can see the ships we are working on all lit up over in Alameda from here! Give me some Sugar Danny so I an make a wish before we go back inside and make love!" He turned around and hugged me to him. I felt like I was in a vice. He smiled down at me, leaned over and planted his big thick lips over mine, completely covering them and gave me the most wet and passionate kiss I have had in years. It sent shivers through my entire body. He didn't just let go either, but continued to kiss me until I just fell limp in his firm embrace. When he released me, he took one last look at the lights of the city, and ushered me back inside. I guided him to my bedroom and he was already removing clothing as we walked down the hallway past the first two bedrooms and a bathroom, dropping them as we walked. By the time we got to my bedroom, he was down to just one boot and his 501's. He quickly removed those two items. He immediately started taking my clothing off, lifting up my arms so he could pull my wool sweater up and over my head. He undid my leather pants and boxers, lowered them in one sweep clear to my knees. He sat me on the edge of the bed so he could remove my boots and socks, the pulled my pants and boxers off and tossed them.
"Blake, I need to clean out and take a shower before we do anything drastic!"
"Sure baby, I understand! Maybe I should shower too, I just came directly from work today so I'm probably pretty ripe myself." He put his armpit to his nose! "Whew yes, very ripe, I can imagine what downstairs smells like. Maybe we can take a shower together if there is room, OK?"
Sure, I'll call you in after I purge myself, OK!"
"Hell, let me do that for you, it turns me on! What say, OK?"
"Suit yourself Big Guy, it could be kind of stinky, I ate a lot of junk food today."
"Lead the way Danny, I'll play Doctor Blake and perform the surgery! Damn you got a nice firm ass on you girl!" He squeezed my buns all the way into the bathroom. As I was preparing the douche bag with warm soapy water, he watched and put KY on the working end of the long tubing, making sure the pinch stop was in place properly. When I had it full, I hung it on the glass shower door. He sat on the toilet, worked the spray end up into my rectum, kissed my ass cheeks and loosened the pinch stop, slowly working it in and around until it was well seated up in me. He told me to jump up and down a few times to distribute the soapy water in me. After a few minutes, he rose from the toilet and had me sit and purge the contents. Two more times we repeated this procedure. He greased up a finger and inserted it way up in me to make sure I was clear and clean. He poked my prostrate gland a couple of times, to see what my reaction would be. He had to catch me from falling; it felt so good.
"Into the shower with you now girl. Damn you got one hot ass all right! Just what Thunder likes; would you look at what he's up to girl." Thunder had grown before our eyes and was oozing pre-cum like crazy. I gave him a squeeze, held on and led him into the shower with me. Before I even turned on the showerhead with a spray of water, I put my nose to his chest and inhaled deeply. He smelled heavenly. I lowered myself to my knees and inhaled his groin, sucking in his stench. He smelled ripe indeed; it really turned me on. I just moaned, sucked and licked on the area as his hard dick slapped against my neck and face.
"My god darling, you seem to like raunchy alright, a real plus with me girl. So do I! No shower for you girl, just let me wash up that pussy real good with soap and a washrag and its off to bed with us." When he was satisfied that I was nice and clean around my back and front side, he dried me with a towel, then ushered to the bed. He lowered me on to the edge on my back with my legs dangling over the side, lifted my legs up and told me to hold them there as he put two pillows up under my bottom side. He fell to his knees, spread my ass cheeks and his nose led the way for his tongue to capture my rosebud and lick away. He kept spreading my ass further apart with his hands allowing his face to settle his big lips and magic tongue to devour. He had one of those special long tongues capable of rolling up into a long cylinder. That cylinder poked and prodded up into me until I was begging him to grease up his fingers and really opened me up.
"KY's in the nightstand Blake, put some fingers in me! Fuck me with your fingers, oh yea, Danny wants some fingers now!" He wasted no time in adding lubed fingers to his tongue bath. He probed and licked to his hearts content until he had four fingers, a thumb, and his tongue all working in unison around Rosie Rosebud and up into her, spreading, needing and getting her dilated. He had very long fingers and they were able to press on my prostrate gland. He knew exactly what it took to get a girl to open her ass up for his huge dick. He patiently administered all the foreplay necessary to open me up nice and wide to accommodate Thunder.
"Oh fuck me Blake, I'm ready Big Guy. I couldn't be any readier. Put Thunder in me. I want that big dick in me. Oh fuck me now, please! Please fuck me Blake! I beg you, please fuck my hot ass with Thunder!" I was so fucking turned on all I could do was beg and plead. My heart was pounding and my insides were ablaze with want for some wonderful cock action.
"OK girl, here come Thunder now, ready or not!" The initial pain was what I expected, but the minute that head touched my hot spot I was humming and pinching my muscles for him so he would know I was OK to bury himself into me. Bury indeed! His balls slapped against my bottom and the heat from them rested against my ass for a spell as he readjusted himself and the pillows so he could really get a straight shot at the target. This accomplished; Thunder went to work pumping in and out over my prostrate gland until I was oozing cum on each stroke. He quickly increased his speed until his huge dangling balls were literally slapping against my bottom on each cycle. Oh fuck, I was in lust for this action, squeezing and massaging Thunder as he took total possession of my love canal.
"Oh Blake, fuck me harder, harder, lean over and bite my nipples. Oh fuck yes, oh that's good big guy. Mmmm yea, munch on them Blake! Fuck yes, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes! You smell so fucking good! Fuck yes! I'm going to cum, oh fuck yes, here it comes." I blasted a stream of cum up over his stomach and chest. It felt like Old Faithful going off to me, setting my ass muscles into a steady pulsating motion that took him too over the top. He stiffened, buried himself in me and it felt like crazy wonderful as the warmth of his skeet sprayed and filled me with his seed. I was going to have his baby, be his fucking bride and have his black baby. He was impregnating me with his seed and I loved it, wanted it, as my ass milked him dry.
"Want some more baby? Maybe doggie way now huh?"
"Oh fuck yes, my favorite! Fuck me like your bitch Blake!" He rolled me over, pulled me on to all four with my ass up in the air on the carpet, mounted, and we played doggie in heat for another wonderful round of lustful sex. I was inhaling his scent that had filled our little world of pleasure, pounding my ass back against every rotation, loving that he had turned me into his bitch. "Make this last forever Blake! Please make this last forever, I'm on fire inside with you in me. Take me to the stars with you big guy." He was slowing up, then pumping faster again, trying to keep from shooting again quickly. He did pretty well until my ass muscles couldn't resist the need to milk and massage that huge dick within me.
"Can't hold it back baby, I going to cum again. Oh fuck girl, here it comes. Daddy's little girl is so fucking hot! Mmmm yes, yes, fuck yes!" He stiffened again and shot another load full force into me, fell forward and his weight pushed me down flat against the carpet as I convulsed into another organism. The makings of our baby deposited successfully in my womb. I felt like his bride, his property, and his woman at that moment.
When we floated back down to earth, he rolled off me, helped me back up onto the bed, pulled the covers up over us, cuddled up behind me and gave me comfort as we dropped off to sleep. I awoke about 6:00am the next morning all horny again, mostly from inhaling his scent. He smelled wonderful, as a man should. I just lay there and sniffed at him, trying not to awaken him. I eventually forced myself to get up and clean up in the bathroom again before going to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.
About an hour later, Blake emerged in the nude. He was rubbing his eyes and I jumped up, poured him a cup of hot coffee and handed it to him. "Cream or sugar?" He motioned no, and pulled up a chair at the table and joined me. I had been reading the early morning San Francisco Chronicle, sat it aside and put my hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. "Everything OK Blake?"
"Oh, sorry baby, just thinking,... just thinking how nice it would be to be your man, have you to come home to every night after work, especially to a place like this. Just dreaming girl, that's all! Let's go somewhere and get something to eat, I'm hungry after all that good sex you treated me to last night. Gave me a real workout girl; you always that hot?"
"Sure I am, regular hot pants for the right man! Hey, I love to cook. What you want for breakfast - steak, bacon, sausage and eggs, hash browns, a sweet roll, eggs benedict, a waffle, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, name it big guy! Let me show you my culinary talents too. Just kidding about the sweet rolls, I'd have to leave the house for them, but anything else I can do right here with what I have in house."
"Steak, eggs and hash browns, maybe some toast and jelly too sure do sound good Danny. You do that for me baby?"
"Sure can and certainly will Blake, coming up! You just make yourself comfortable, TV clicker is on the table there, or you can read the paper. If you go in the second bedroom, you could work out on my exercise equipment, or go out on the terrace and jump in the Jacuzzi for awhile. I'll call you when breakfast is ready!" He relaxed in the sofa and watched TV for awhile, then meandered down the hall, was gone for a few minutes, then returned and stood at my side in the kitchen watching me make our breakfast. He leaned into me, put his nose to my hair, his hand over my ass and gave it a squeeze.
"You sure do smell good baby, maybe I should just eat you for breakfast like I did last night. Mmmm so good!"
"Now get your sexy body off me and out of my kitchen if you expect to get breakfast! See what your doing to me!" I pulled away, waved the spatula at him. He grabbed me again, kissed me, and then he turned and returned to the living room watching the TV.
"Breakfast is served almighty warrior!"