Done with Mr. Right Now
Chapter 1
Moving to a new city as a result of a job promotion, I knew this was an opportunity to start afresh. As a gay man of 24, I had a number of encounters with other men. Some lasted weeks, some days, too many were quickies. I'm a black man who stands 6'4" tall and weigh around 225. I have a muscular body that is more the result of genetics than training. I don't know if it's my size, my color, or my menacing goatee that intimidates other men, but something keeps most other gay men at a distance.
And I'm done with bedding down or getting a quickie from an average guy or the next interested guy when I should be getting exactly what I want for a bed partner. Oh, I'd had a few hot men, but they never lasted for a variety of reasons. All of the reasons were the result of my high standards. If I settled for less than I really wanted, I'd always regret it soon afterwards. The guy may have been a great fuck, but he had no job, was a drunk or a druggie, had a tiny dick, or bad hygiene.
Before you jump to any conclusions, I'm generally a top. But, there are days when I need a nice dick deep in my black ass and I don't want a small one poking my love tunnel. I want a real dick with some length and girth.
And I'm an equal-opportunity fuck. I don't care what color you are. If you have the other requirements met, we're golden. So, what are those requirements? Tall would be good, but not a fatal flaw. A good body is required as I'm not into "fluffy" men. They should be sufficiently proud enough to be a man that they care of themselves. Yeah, hygiene was mentioned earlier and that's a major qualification. And that includes your teeth and ass. If you're uncut, you better know how to clean the cheese off your willy and make it kissing fresh.
Your sexual skills need to be well practiced and above average. That means you'd better be good at it as well as love to do it. If you don't swallow, move along and find someone else. I know there are hot men out there who are positive, but I don't want them. I want to bareback, unencumbered.
But, most importantly, I'm a sex pig and am over-sexed. You need to be, too! I'm tired of these men who get all hot for it, love taking it deep, take my load, and blast out their own cream, but can't recover until tomorrow. Forget it! We aren't a match.
As the new guy in town, I knew I wasn't into bars or the nature trails in the city parks. I was too new at the local gym to get laid there. So, I decided to use one of the on-line gay hook-up sites to get what I wanted. I was very specific about what I was looking for and what my credentials were. Additionally, I told them what their qualifications should be. I added that they shouldn't waste my time or theirs if they didn't measure up. I'd posted this request on the second day I was in town.
My first day at the gym was instructive as I learned how to use equipment I'd never seen before. The locker room was very busy as were the showers. I got some glances, but none of them lingering and none of those from the men I wanted. So, I checked on the steam room and sauna. The first room was a dud, but the sauna showed promise. There was only one other guy there and he clearly hit all the physical traits I wanted.
We smiled at each other and I moved to sit near him. His towel slipped off his lap and revealed a nice dick. I allowed my towel to do the same. Without a glance in his direction, my dick started to grow. I tried to convince my burgeoning manhood to behave; but at my age and level of sexual needs, my dick was unconvinced, continuing to lengthen and swell.
I sneaked a peek at the other guy's crotch and was rewarded with the sight of a pleasantly plump dick. He was slowly stroking it. When I opened both eyes and stared at his crotch, he pulled his hand away. I looked up at him and smiled, giving my large dick a healthy squeeze. He smiled back at me and went back to massaging his thickening dick.
For several minutes, we stroked ourselves to full erections and with matching moans, blasted our loads out on to the floor. With the contents of a water bottle he had with him, our jizz was washed down the drain. He stood up and nodded to my crotch. "You have a beautiful dick," he whispered. I nodded and checked out his manhood, again. There was a big drop of nutt hanging from the tip.
"You'll wanna take care of that before you leave," I remarked. He seemed unaware of what I meant. "Your dick has a big dribble of cream dangling from the tip," I clarified.
"Oh!" he replied, embarrassed. He grabbed the big head of his dick and squeezed the drop of dick gravy on to his fingers. With a smile, he brought the errant nutt to his lips and licked off his fingers. "Delicious!" he smirked. I knew he was trying to get me to commit myself to getting better "acquainted", but I didn't take the bait. There was something about him that wasn't quite right.
When he left the sauna, I saw a flash of gold on his left hand. He was married. Whether it was to a woman or another guy didn't make any difference to me. He wasn't available. End of discussion.
My next two sessions at the gym were even less fulfilling. The place was too busy at the time I was working out to really get something going. I did get several appreciative stares, but none of them went anywhere. Only three of those men had potential, but it didn't matter. My returned interest seemed to terrify them and they hastily departed. I concluded that they were major closet cases or were married.
Despite the repeated failures, I wasn't giving up. This was reputed to be the gayest gym in town. Perhaps, I was working out at the wrong time. I'd have to check with some of my contacts, if I ever got any responses to my posting on the hook-up site.
The day after I posted my request on the site, I checked for responses. Nothing. I checked two days later. Same result. Maybe I was being too picky. But, I changed my opinion when I got five responses on the fourth day. I wondered briefly if the posting was delayed by the site and that explained why I got nothing on the first three days. Nonetheless, I checked out all five of my candidates with a look at their posted profiles, pictures, and what they had to say about my specific posting.
There were two white men with great bodies. One of them appeared to be a bodybuilder. But, I think he skipped the part of my posting about his dick. It was small, to be charitable. He did have a great ass and he might be a lot of fun to fuck, but I needed more and I knew it. I had to remind myself that I couldn't compromise. But, that little voice said, "It would still be a hot fuck!" The other white guy had a good body, a very sizeable dick, but he admitted that he was more of a top than a bottom, but hoped that wouldn't be problem. Well, it is, my friend!
The third man looked Asian. I thought he might have a small dick, but he didn't. It was a good size and he had a tight, sweet body. However, he was a full foot shorter than me. I'd give the guy some leeway on that, but it could be problematic. I'll consider the other two before I settle on this one. Again, I used that word that I didn't like. Settle!
The fourth guy was clearly Hispanic. He had a really big dick, but his ass couldn't have been flatter if had been pounded by a board for three weeks. And the body was more than a little soft. He said he was working out and hoped to change that. Well, I wish you luck, I thought, but your ass disqualifies you.
I hoped that I'd saved the best one for last. At least, I hoped that I had. I'd glanced at all five of the replies before I'd read their responses more thoroughly. The fifth man was a brutha, tall, great looking, hot body, beautiful ass, and a big dick. He insisted that he was a bottom, but he knew how to pleasure a sweet ass like mine with his dick. However, he bragged a couple of times about how good he was at eating ass and sucking dick (with his mouth and his ass). He was employed, limited himself to two glasses of wine a day (if he had any alcohol), didn't smoke, never touched drugs, except for an occasional hit of "the green" in brownies or other foods. Hygiene wasn't mentioned, but that would have to be proved later. He affirmed that he was negative and had a recent test to prove it.
I sent him an immediate response, urging him to contact me again so we could meet. Two minutes later, he sent me another message, requesting that I call him. Of course, I did. And that lead to a Skype session that was very revealing, hot, and nutt producing for both of us. We agreed to dinner together tomorrow evening. After we exchanged digits, we broke the Skype connection. I jerked off twice before I could get to sleep that night as well as once more in the shower the next morning. I kept fantasizing what it would be like to get my face and my hard dick between those two muscle globes that hid his tight pucker. He'd teased me with that pretty hole several times during our video conference.
My productivity at work was abysmal the next day. Gratefully, it was Friday, so there wasn't as much pressure to produce more tables and codes for a database I'd been working on. Truthfully, I'd probably have to review all my work the following week. My focus was definitely elsewhere.
A few minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, he called. "Hey, Daryl. Sorry to do this to ya, but I gotta postpone our dinner. But, just for a few minutes. I have a client that's totally wetting himself over this million dollar listing that I have and he wants to see it tonight with his wife and kids. It should take only 30 minutes, but it could take an hour. Are you okay with a late dinner?"
"Yeah, I suppose I can," I sighed. "But, meet me at the gym on 9th Street. I'm gotta go workout to burn off some of this energy."
"That'll work. Thanks, Man. I really appreciate this. I owe you big time!" he offered.
"You can count on me collecting," I countered. Fuck! I was so sexually frustrated that I seriously considered pounding out a load. But, I decided that I'd fuck Roger an extra time to make up for him postponing dinner.
I grabbed my workout bag and headed for the gym. After hitting the machines and free-weights hard, I cooled off with 20 minutes on the elliptical walker and then headed for the showers. I checked my watch and saw that it was already 45 minutes into his house showing. I didn't know where the house was, so I needed to allow him some travel time. Still, I wasn't very pleased with how this was going.
After a leisurely shower, I headed back into the locker room after toweling off. I was going to call Roger as soon as I got dressed and make other arrangements for meeting him. But, when I got to my locker, he strode into the room. His dazzling smile left me speechless. But, I did return his smile as he walked toward me. I was struck dumb by how tall he was and his massive body left me drooling. Even after our Skype session, I was still surprised by his muscularity and beauty. This was a magnificently handsome man.
"You are even more amazing in person," he said softly. I turned toward my locker, but felt his big hand pat my round ass. "I want this beautiful ass sitting on my face." My towel remained in front of me. My dick was already expanding because of his look and touch.
I looked around, but didn't see anyone observing our casual contact. When I reached my locker, I worked the combination and he worked his hand around to the front of my body and grasped my expanding dick. "Someone will see us!" I whispered hoarsely, loving his touch. "There will be lots of time for that later." I pushed his hand away.
His lips touched my left ear and he whispered, "We need to skip dinner and go right to dessert." One hand returned to my stiff dick and the other was working on my left nipple. His crotch ground against my bubble butt. I pushed him away and he sat down hard on a bench immediately behind him.
"They'll toss me out on my ass and I've only been here a week," I protested lamely over my shoulder.
"Much worse than what we're doing has been seen in this place," Roger countered. "But, we shouldn't frighten the horses, as Queen Victoria said. But, I meant what I said about dessert."
I turned around and looked down at him. My towel had slipped away and was under my feet. He was captivated by my hard dick, pointing directly at his mouth. Instantly, he leaned forward and engulfed half of my throbbing dick. I pulled away quickly, but he only smiled evilly. "You're incorrigible," I laughed.
"And you're tasty," he rebutted. "I wanna taste your ass, too," he added. I scurried away from him and grabbed my shorts, pulling them on quickly. "That's the prettiest ass I've ever seen," he sighed, feeling my cloth-covered ass with both hands. I turned toward him again to get his hands off my butt. However, my dick was straining at the fabric in front and off to one side. There wasn't any way my horsedick was going to point down or up. The former would be painful and the latter would show off at least half the length of it. But when my dick was this hard, pushing it off to the side only made the bikini fabric bulge menacingly at the edge of my hip. The amount of fabric wasn't enough to cover the thickness and left a large gap above and below the thick shaft and very thick, precum-leaking head.
His hand reached out and caressed the length of my hard manhood. "You're very persistent," I laughed, slapping his hand away. Finally, I managed to get fully dressed, but not before he had manhandled my dick and ass several more times. Luckily, no one had seen us playing around. "How far away do you live?" I asked when we exited the building.
"About 15 minutes," Roger replied.
"I'm less than five minutes away," I revealed. "You want to have dessert at my place and then go out later for dinner?" I added with a lascivious smirk.
"If we go out for dinner at all," Roger responded. "I'll follow you to your place."
He followed me home in his sleek sedan. I couldn't tell what it was in the dark, but it looked very expensive. I pulled into my parking space under the apartment building and motioned him over to the space next to mine. "Two spaces come with the apartment," I said as I checked out his car. It was surprisingly quiet. Ah, now it makes sense. He's driving a Tesla Model S. The real estate business must be very good.
Roger met me at the elevators with a big smile. He followed me inside and I pushed the button for my floor. Immediately, he grabbed me with his powerful arms and planted a big kiss on my mouth. The man had the moves as well as being a great kisser. His hands were on my ass as he pulled me closer to him. We played tonsil hockey until the elevator announced the floor. We parted slowly. I exited first, leading the way to my apartment. His hands never left my ass.
"I want to make love to you all night long," he purred. "The weekend is upon us and I plan on meeting every sexual need you have and some you don't even know you have, several times if you can handle it." I smiled over my shoulder, wondering what sexual needs I had that I didn't know I had.
I pulled out my keys and inserted the proper one in the lock. Roger was pressed against my back, nuzzling my neck and ear while pushing his crotch hard against my ass. The man needed some release soon or he'd burst. And so did I.
Moaning with pleasure as he played me like a concert violinist, I twisted the key in the lock. We tumbled into the room, only barely staying upright. I turned in his arms and resumed the ardent kiss that we'd shared in the elevator. With our lips occupied, we pulled each other's clothes off in a frenzy of shed material. We hopped around just long enough to dump our shoes and socks on the low table near the sofa.
"This way to the dessert fest," I intoned.
Again, his hands were on my bubble butt cheeks as we entered my bedroom and fell on the bed, his face deeply planted between my ass globes. I heard him inhale deeply of my scent. I rolled over and beckoned him to twist around so we could 69. My directions were sparse, but he quickly understood my meaning. His face left my ass and immediately started sucking my dick. I knew I wanted to fuck him, so I ate out his ass to get him ready for what we both wanted. About a minute later, he pulled off my dick just long enough to beg, "You gotta fuck me with this monstrous horsedick, Daryl. I really need a load in my ass delivered by a huge, black dick." Slipping out from under him, I positioned myself behind him, getting ready to fuck and breed him doggie style. "I believe we should share health data before we get to the good bareback stuff," he suggested.
"Oh, fuck! Of course, we should. I have the test results in the other bedroom. I'll be right back," I promised. I bounded off the bed and raced into the other room, rifling through a small file cabinet for my test results.
When I returned, he was off the bed and rummaging through this suit jacket pockets. I noticed again his tats above both biceps. The right one was Greek Key Band Trim and the left one was entwined barbed wire. I'm sure there was a message in the location and size of each tat, but I wasn't sure what it was. I assumed the Greek Key could be a nod to wanting to get fucked as it was above his right bicep. The left could be a reminder that he's a big man and can deal with you as he pleases.
With a big smile, he retrieved his test results and handed them over. I handed him mine, too. His name is Roger Carlisle Abernethy. My name is Daryl David Argyll. "Argyll is an unusual surname," Roger noticed.
"According to family tradition, we are the illegitimate offspring of one of sons of the Dukes of Argyll from the early 1800s, even though the Dukes' surname was Campbell," I revealed. "Are you related to Reverend Ralph Abernethy?" I asked.
"Not that I'm aware of. The family has never mentioned it, and I'm sure they would have if we were," Roger replied. "The slave owner that we got the name from was from Scotland, according to the family."
"Enough of that," I insisted. "I have the most amazing ass in front of me that needs a good, deep fuck." His hard, magnificent body needed much more exploring, but I needed to breed him or I was going to have the worst case of blue balls I'd ever suffered.
Roger got up on the bed again and wiggled his ass in my direction. "Fill me up, Daryl, and don't spare the horses!"
I moved in behind him and resumed eating out his tight pucker. His big muscle melons were round and hard. I pushed them apart and dined hungrily on his hole. "May I take a moment to exclaim and expound upon the magnificent beauty of the ass before me," I sighed.
"Forget the narrative. Fuck me!" Roger insisted.
I laughed, but didn't shove my dick up his ass like both of us wanted. I went back to munching on his hungry hole. A few seconds later, he was begging me again to fuck him, telling me all about how he was going to eat my dick with his ass muscles and force me to breed him. By now, my dick was so hard that if I didn't fuck him, I'd soon be spraying the bed covers.
Leaning over his back, my lips nuzzled his neck and left earlobe. My hard, precum dripping dick pressed hungrily against his back door. Still in doggie style position, my hands lightly massaged his back and then moved around his torso and found his crotch. His massive dick throbbed at my touch and leaked a lot of precum when I squeezed it gently. He slapped my hands away from his dick, cautioning me. "I'll nutt all over the bed if you work my dick like that," he whispered hoarsely.
Moving my hands up to his marble-hard, pillow pecs, I pulled gently on his erect nipples and pressed harder against his asshole with my leaking dick. His ass opened for me and my thick dickhead slipped inside. The ass ring closed tightly around the shaft. Roger's love tunnel began stroking my dick with rhythmic motions that would soon push me into a jetting climax.
I pushed deeper, eliciting a moan of pleasure from both of us. More inches disappeared into his rear portal. I nuzzled his neck again and breathed hotly into his left ear. "If you keep working my dick like that, I'm gonna nutt way too soon," I predicted. He punctuated my last utterance with additional massaging pressure on my dick.
Unable to withstand his skill, I pushed harder into him until I felt my pubes contact his spread ass lips. I ground in that last half inch, determined to win a small victory over his avowed control over when he would be bred. My dick jerked hard inside him. "Damn! You're bigger than any man who has ever fucked my black ass," he said nearly swooning. "Even though I prefer being a bottom, few men have had the pleasure of my ass. All of them want ME to fuck THEM!"
"You've gotta huge dick, Roger," I pointed out. "Wouldn't you like something like that up your ass if you had the chance?"
He laughed softly. "Yeah, I suppose I would. But still, even after they knew I wanted to get fucked, they were the ones who got pounded. And the number of men that have bred me bareback can be counted on one hand." He paused a moment to think. "You're the third."
Meanwhile, I'd pulled out until only the head of my dick was still inside him and pushed back in several times in a very slow rhythm. Roger's hands had grabbed his butt cakes and pulled them apart, so I could get even deeper. As he'd talked about his lack of action, his focus had changed so that his internal ass muscles hadn't been ravaging my sensitive dick. But, that changed in an instant.
"Your last warning," I moaned. "I'm gonna nutt if you don't stop!" Roger's ass wiggled and bucked beneath me, riding my manhood with gusto. Unless I pulled out, there was no way I could forestall or otherwise delay my climax. "Gonna shoot!" I croaked.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Roger smirked over his shoulder. "I know you're good for more loads, so I don't see a drawback here," he added with his ass muscles kicking it up another notch. Before I could protest again, my dick jerked extra hard and I knew my climax had begun. I bucked and pounded his eager hole, pushing as deep and fast as I could. His hands had moved from his spread ass to my ass, trying to hold me as deeply as I could spear his hole.
"Breed me!" Roger crooned. "I want all that sweet cream in my ass." Even after my climax subsided, he wouldn't release me. He wanted every drop of nutt that my dick could spray or dribble into his ass. Nothing could be spilled. "Yeah! That's what I needed. You the MAN!" he crowed. Still recovering from my climax, I didn't have anything to say in reply.
Roger slowly pulled away from me. My deflating dick slid out, streaked with my load. He turned about and sucked my dick into his mouth, cleaning my cream and his ass juices from it. Not to be a bystander, I moved around and shoved my tongue up his recently bred hole. I could taste his clean ass and a little sperm from my dick. I'd shot so hard up his love tunnel that nearly all of my nutt was out of reach. However, I knew from some infrequent bare breedings that my load would eventually descent to tongue range.
But, Roger had other ideas. His skill at sucking dick had resuscitated my dick and I was hard again. He turned around and impaled himself once more on my big, black dick. "I think we should change position," I suggested. "I'd love to give you another load, but this time face to face." I had to laugh when he spun around, flipped on to his back, and had his ankles by his head in a flash. "Anxious for more black dick?" I smirked.
"You have no idea how seldom I get fucked. And I already told you how rare it is to get it bare," Roger smiled up at me. "So, give it to me. I need more sperm in my deep tunnel."
Not one to ignore such a sincere request, I plugged into his deep ass again and leaned into him. His lips met mine and we kissed softly. That kiss evolved into a more ardent one as my fucking speed picked up. His hands grabbed my ass cakes and pulled me harder into him with each thrust. "I love your big meat in my hole. I was made to be fucked by you, Daryl!"
"I usually don't recover this fast, but you sure have a way with your tongue and now your ass," I moaned into our next kiss. The truth be told, I always got hard when I was eating out a hot ass like his and was getting my dick sucked at the same time. When both occurred, it didn't seem to make any difference how long it had been since I'd nutted. However, I had pumped out a load only a few minutes ago, so I wasn't sure how much volume he'd get. But, I did know that I'd have another massive climax and fuck him hard to make sure that I delivered deep whatever was available.
A musical series of tones sounded from across the room where Roger had tossed his suit. "Ignore it. They'll leave a message or call again later," he instructed. "I need dick and sperm more than I need to answer my phone."
"It could be your hot prospect for that million dollar listing," I suggested with concern.
"I know he's very interested, but he knows I'm not instantly available. I told him to think about it overnight, just so he'd be sure this was the right house for him and his family," Roger stated. "I need you to breed me. If it is him, I'll call him back. My phone tells me who called when I turn it on again. So, work that big dick deeper up my butt and knock me up with your baby batter."
His ass tunnel kicked into frantic massaging mode. He wanted my load and was determined to get it, even if I wanted to wait. Truthfully, I didn't want to wait. I knew I had more jizz for his amazing ass that I could deliver later tonight. With renewed focus on his deep tunnel, my fucking speed ramped up and I pounded his hole harder and harder. Roger bellowed with pleasure. My need to breed was rapidly approaching a tipping point. A few more strokes and I was there.
"FUCK!" I roared and grabbed his hips, pulling him hard against my crotch. His big hands held tightly to my ass, making sure that I was as deeply buried up his backside as possible. "Fuckin' sweet hole!" As my climax soared, I kissed him hard and held on to his shoulders to pull him into each hard thrust. He kissed me back and held me tightly against his upturned ass.
"Breed me, Daryl! I want your babies!" Roger insisted as he wiggled his ass and worked his ass muscles to bring all possible sperm shooting into him.
A few minutes later, we parted and I rolled onto my back beside him. "Fucking HOT!" I sighed. "Best, hottest ass I've ever bred."
"Biggest fuckin' dick I've ever taken," Roger looked over and smiled. "And all of it bareback with gallons of warm sperm sprayed deep in my hole. Damn, I love being a bottom!"
I rolled back into him and kissed him again. "You're so amazing in bed. I'd never have expected to get a total stud like you in my bed and have him so in love with my dick and loads," I smiled. "I'm so glad I held out for you."
"Yeah, we've all kissed a few frogs before we finally hit on a good one," he said returning my smile. He planted another kiss on my mouth and then rolled off the bed. "I really should see who called. It is probably one of those robo-calls that I hate so much." He walked over to his suit jacket and pulled out his phone. After checking to see who called, he looked over his shoulder and said, "You were right. It is the guy I showed the house to earlier this evening. I should call him back and remind him that he really should think about this overnight."
"I'll let you make that phone call, but only if you sit on my face while you make it."
Roger laughed, but eagerly complied. I could hear the call connecting as Roger bent over and sucked my sagging dick into his mouth. He released my phallus when the other party spoke. Before he could say more than a very brief greeting, the guy on the other end began raving about how he wanted Roger to draw up an offer this evening. Roger declined and stated that the potential buyer should think about this overnight. "This is a million dollar house," he reminded the man. He listened again. "Okay, okay. I'll meet you at 10:00 tomorrow morning at your house with the papers necessary to present the offer. After that I'll let the seller know that there is a firm offer on his house. I'll present what you want to pay and how soon you want to take possession. Will that do?" Roger listened, smiled, and bid the man a good night.
"That guy is so hot for the house that he's willing to pay the asking price. Big commission for this guy!" Roger crowed.
As the listing and selling broker, he would have to have the buyer represented by someone in his office to make the deal legitimate under State law. However, the lion's share of the commission would go to Roger. No wonder he was driving a Tesla.
I was only half listening to what Roger was saying. My tongue up his ass was harvesting large quantities of my sperm and I loved it. Of course, his face returned to my dick and got it hard again. We seemed to be very happy in our current positions, so I didn't suggest that we fuck again, although that was in the back of my mind. I switched to sucking his dick when the well ran dry of sperm and tasted precum, again. I know Roger was tasting precum from my dick by now, too.
"I wanna taste your sperm this time, rather than take it up the ass," Roger said. "You okay with that?" I mumbled my agreement and continued to suck his hard dick. Now that I had more time to admire it, I concluded that his dick was thicker than mine, but probably an inch shorter. Without a doubt, I would be sitting on that big thing before this night was over. We'd have to take it slowly, but I really wanted this huge, muscular man to fuck and breed my black ass before I lost him in the morning.
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