Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. In today's story, a slim and shy White man forms a friendship with a muscular and outgoing Black male who is his new neighbor. They both have dreams of being a relationship with each other, but they keep their dreams to themselves. They prefer to keep them a secret to preserve the friendship they share until they come upon an unusual salon that offers them a chance of a lifetime. If this sounds like something you wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
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Fleshcrafting a Black Boyfriend
I am a hypocrite. I am not into social media and am clear on that with everyone I know of. I am not going to friend or follow anyone: not a coworker or friend or a relative. I just won't. This is a lie because I do use social media. I just don't create content. I don't upload any videos or photos. Rather my activity is limited to following and I use a generic picture for my profile pic. Nearly everyone I followed had a singular prevalent theme: muscular men. To be specific in four words: shirtless muscular Black men.
When I was 25, I moved into an apartment. I was shy about getting my own place, but my parents felt it was time. I was just a couple of years out of graduate school with a Master's and a handful of months from finding employment in the IT department at a law office where one of Dad's acquaintances was a partner. To be clear, it was not the same firm that he himself worked at though. They sat with me and made their opinions known. Mom says, "Wouldn't you like to do what you want? Eat what you want? Watch what you want?" Then Dad, "Maybe meet the man of your dreams?" My parents were eager for me to be more independent and perhaps break my timidity. Not really. Our complex had a monthly mingle with free food and I went only for that reason. Just in and out before anyone struck up a conversation with me. If anyone spoke with me, I kept it as brief as possible.
I enjoyed my solitude and the quiet. My neighbor Nate was neither. He was a nuisance because it seemed he had a party at his place every weekend. How many people were in that place? It seemed like there was over a hundred at his place. It was unbearable most times and it was frustrating that he kept the boisterousness to a degree just below the level that would warrant action by management. Many times, I wanted to confront him, but he was bigger than me. What hope did I have? I tolerated it as best as I could. Thankfully, he did leave a few weeks after I moved in. It wasn't through the power of eviction though. Word was that he found a house and would be taking his style of fun with him.
The apartment catercorner to mine, what used to be Nate's, wasn't vacant for too long. I saw movers bring in stuff as I was heading to the dumpster to throw out yesterday's pizza box. I waited with trepidation as to who my neighbor was. As the days passed, I never saw who this new resident was. Gender? Age? Orientation? Hobbies? I knew nothing, but I knew that I preferred this person over Nate even though I never saw them. The parties were gone, and the accompanying noise level was at an acceptable level. The only hint about my neighbor I got was that there was a purple car, the hue of my favorite type of jelly. There were no decals or bumper stickers except for one bearing the emblem of a neighborhood civic club and one of our apartment complex. That didn't tell me much. Oh well, better than before though. A week later, I finally got my first gleam of the new neighbor.
I was making a stop to the mailboxes when a muscular Black man of medium brown complexion came by. His hair was in a crew cut, and his face was cleanshaven. He wore blue gym shorts with white trim and a white tank with black trim. He said nothing except, "Um? Excuse me. I need to get to my box there." His voice was just as stunning as his voice. I was standing to the side as I used the ruse of reviewing my mail to check him out. I just hoped I wasn't being obvious in why I was sticking around.
Mmm, Look at those arms and legs. Pronounced pecs highlighted by the lightly snug tank. I was in a haze until he said with an awkward smile, "See you around." I snapped out of it and blurted, "Okay." I stood still as my mind tried to process what was happening and my eyes tried to keep the imagery as long as possible as I watched him go around the corner. Despite being here for six weeks, I had never eagerly spoken with any resident. Speaking of around, check that out. His buns were voluminous and very round. Ten out of ten stars in my book.
I headed back to my apartment and stayed my distance from him as I saw him walk to the left, then another left. He was leading me back to my side of the complex. I saw him race up the same set of stairs I had often tread. I saw his feet before the door closed. It was the same door which was catercorner to mine.
Moments later, I was back in my own apartment. I closed the door, and I remained in the entryway. What was happening? This had to be some prank, right? I used to have a neighbor that annoyed me. Now, I get a neighbor who was the embodiment of my muscular Black male cravings. He easily reminded me of the men I checked out online.
What's wrong with you Derek Rion Edwards? You got to get your mind out of the clouds if you two are going be neighbors. You can't keep looking at him like that every time you cross paths. He'll think you're a perv for Black men.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't dream of him that night. In the days that followed, I saw him occasionally. Every time, we'd smile and exchange quick hellos. Nothing more. My days always seemed to brighten whenever he greeted me with that carefree smile of his.
I had been out for the past five years. My parents told me that they weren't surprised and revealed that they had known for years because I had strong wandering eyes and mind. Occasionally, when we went to the grocery store, I'd check guys out. When we went to a department store, how many times did I visit the men's section and linger among the underwear racks? To them, me being gay was the world's worst kept secret. They hugged me and said they would love me no matter who I was or where life would lead me. As a result of my shyness, they were the only ones who really knew. I never attended Pride Fest or attended the Parade.
During all these years, I had never been in a relationship. How can I be in a relationship when friendships were difficult for me? I only had a handful of friends, and they were all in the writing club I belonged to in high school. There was a neighborhood boy my age I was great friends with who lived two doors down. However, he moved away when I was 14. In college, I got along fair with my roommates, but that doesn't equal friendship. Little did I know that both were just around the corner.
A few weeks later, another social was thrown. This one was for Labor Day. Time to make an appearance. I got in line and who got in behind me, that same guy. "Hi there." I had no idea he was behind me because I was focused on getting in and getting out as discreetly as possible. I turned around and there he was. I was 5'8" with narrow shoulders and unremarkable musculature. My new neighbor broad-shouldered and muscular and he had to have been about 6'2". I felt overwhelmed by being so close to him. At least he was wearing regular clothes today, but they didn't do much to hide the fact that he was a man of my fantasies. He wore grey cargo shorts of camo print and a navy-blue tee with the shape of a heart on it. What's more, the heart had the colors of a rainbow. Was it possible? Anything's possible. I look at the heart then back at his face. Another neighborly smile and a nod with a mm-hmm to tell me that I was right. He was as into guys as I was.
We got our foam boxes, and they were filled with brisket, sausage, potato salad and green beans. He motioned for me to sit with him at one of the picnic benches. Others were sitting by the pool or wherever they were able to find room or heading back to their apartments.
The two of us sat across from each other and he reached over and introduced himself, "Lucas Brody." I accepted his hand, "Derek Edwards, but I go by Rion since Dad's also a Derek." He raised an eyebrow and said, "Nice to meet you, Rion. Been living here long?" I replied, "Just six weeks." Lucas looked around and asked, "They do this often?" I said, "Something like that." Another raised eyebrow and I explained, "There's a monthly get together on the third Monday of the month for birthdays. Don't worry, no birthdays are mentioned. It's all voluntary. Don't mention it, just mention that it's your month, day, age. It's all your choice." My birthday wasn't until October 10 so I had plenty of time to decide what I should say. He said, "Then I have something to look forward to. My birthday is this month on the 19th. I'm turning 32."
Lucas looks into my eyes, "What do you do for a living?" I answered, "IT at a law firm. You?" He answered, "Teacher. High school biology." I smiled, "That was one of my favorite subjects. Hobbies?" He answered, "Video games, watching stuff on TV or going to the movies, reading books. That and working out about four times a week." He passionately spoke of his routines which flew over my head. I just blankly nodded. I liked video games and watching TV or movies. Heading to a gym to work out? I was more likely to visit the moon. He asked, "What about you? What do you like?" Thrown off guard, "Bla...ying video games. I watch TV and movies also. Books too. I also go to the movies every now and then, but there hasn't been anything I'd like to see in a while." There's that smile again, "Cool." He looked around and then at the empty carton, "That's that." I enjoyed myself and I think you did too." He got up and so did I. We put the empty foam containers in the trash bin and walked down the path together to our apartments. We reached our doors and paused. He jerked his head, "Catch ya later Rion." I answered, "Bye. See you out there." Open doors, enter, and lock.
I let out a puff of air as I made a beeline towards one of my recliner chairs, the one on the left. I leaned back and placed my hands on my face. I nearly blurted that I liked Black men, and my tone would have given away my infatuation. That would have been embarrassing. I wanted to get to know Lucas as a person. I did not want him to think that I liked him only for his body.
My close interaction with those of African ancestry had existed for years. My memories rewound until they started to become hazy. Always present, an image of me and my parents. There was me, my mom, and my dad or rather stepdad. He was a Black man named Derek Thomas Edwards. My mom and I were not.
I never knew my biological dad, Eugene Rion Grant. By the time I was born, he was out of the picture along with the rest of his family. There were only two remnants of him that remained, both in me. First, I was a Rion like all men in his family. Second, it was said that my appearance greatly favored Eugene's whom I always called "other dad". The only elements to my appearance I picked up from Mom were my ears, eyes, the bridge of my nose, and my hair's curly texture. It was hoped that by agreeing to the name of Rion, it was the start of a journey as a family, but dreams don't often become true.
Mom had a wonderful support group which consisted of friends and other young mothers because her family lived out of state in South Carolina. There was also her great lifelong friend Sharon Vance whom she met in college. She had come here to study and never left. Even after Eugene was gone, she decided to remain. Her supporters were going to do everything in their power to be there for us. She soon longed for companionship and began her quest by attending meet and greets for singles. There was no success to be found there. The men she was interested either did not click with her or they detested the idea of possibly raising another man's son.
She met her future husband and my future dad. through her great friend Sharon whom she met in college. She had a male friend of hers who was single, and she believed this man might be someone Mom would like to meet. "I hadn't seen Derek in ten years, not since we graduated high school. He recently passed the bar specializing in family law." She then shared the hobbies her friend was interested in such as discussing current events, reading, and gardening.
Sharon was right. Derek sounded like a man that she would like to meet, and a meeting was set up which was a casual lunch at Café Seine, a little French bistro in midtown, the following Saturday.
Separate cars were taken. Mom was the first to arrive. Within minutes, a handsome Black man came up the walkway. His hair was in a buzz cut and he sported a circle beard which was as trimmed as the hair on his head. His complexion was very dark, and he had an athletic build. They had caught each other's eyes right away. He wore grey pants and a blue polo. She wore a teal blouse and tan pants. They exchanged smiles and resumed looking around, looking out for someone. Other than this, they didn't think too much of each other's presence. Yet the minutes passed. Apparently, the one they were meeting was delayed. She broke the silence between them to ask him, "Waiting for someone?" He nodded, "Sure. My friend from high school. She set up a lunch get together with a friend of hers." They looked at each other and she asked, "Derek?" An amused expression crept upon his face, "Adeline?" They burst out laughing and were unaware that Sharon was walking their way, "Sorry for running late. I see you two've already met." They then walked inside to have lunch, sandwiches, and salads all around. I don't mean this to sound like a fairy tale, but they hit it off very well. The true test was later. I was that test.
The months had passed by, and they would meet for lunch or a coffee or dinner or a movie, always arriving in separate vehicles. They decided it was time that he meet me. She was prepared for the dreaded stranger alarm from me. A baby meeting new people is always a challenge.
"Come on in." It was the tenth time that Derek and Mom got together, but this was the first time that he visited her at the house which, at the time, she was renting from the next-door neighbor on a lease to own contract. She had tried out a new recipe and was looking for someone to share in the experience. The meal was excellent. She loved baking and cooking. She brought out a pan of almond cake. Afterwards, she brought him into the nursery to meet baby me. I look up and see the new face. It is so different from the faces I had seen, and she was prepared for the panic. None. Not even a hint. She is fond of recounting that I had raised my little arms and waggled my little fingers at him clearly wanting him to pick me up. Thus, he reached down and picked me up and I rested my head against his chest. Soon, I was asleep in his arms. Perhaps it was a sign that they had a future together.
More and more dates which led to staying over for the night resulting in staying for several days, then longer periods, until he moved in and there was serious talk of engagement. There was also the fact that I was starting to talk, and I was calling him Dada without hesitation. Around the time I turned two, they got married and I served as ringbearer.
Mom took his name completely, no hyphen. Derek adopted me as his son, and they started to call me Rion to differentiate me from him. That must have been another sign that we were meant to be family. We shared the same first name. There was confusion at first, but I soon accepted the name change. The years passed and we grew as a family.
Derek Edwards is the greatest father a boy could ask for. He walked with me as I grew up. He took me to the barbershop he went to, one owned and operated by a Black family for generations, for my first haircut. He taught me how to ride a bike, bathe and shave, and drive a car. These were the high points of being father and son. Then there were low points such as the time when we were heading home from my dental appointment, and he was stopped by a policeman because someone though he was kidnapping me. We spoke regularly about race, and he felt it was important that he give me the same Black man to his son talk that his own father gave him.
Strewn throughout were other events like him taking time off from the office to take care of me while I had chicken pox or going to see our city's team play soccer or me and my parents having barbecue at Uncle Terry's to celebrate Juneteenth or coming home with a bad grade in math. We had our quarrels like all fathers and sons, but never ever did we exchange "not real dad" rebukes. As far as I was concerned, he was my real dad. As far as he was concerned, I was his real son.
Lucas Brody and I started to hang out. Just friends with no strings attached. We went to have lunch together and the occasional movie. After years of having difficulty finding friends, I cherished his companionship. Lucas, for his part, was not looking for a relationship. "I've not found any guy I want to be with in the long run. Though I had a couple times, but it's a no go. Either they're really taken, or we just didn't click. I'm putting my relationship quest on hold for now." He was just a nice decent guy looking for someone to be buddies for now until he was ready. When is ready? Only he knew.
My parents first came to experience Lucas when my parents had a spare ticket to see Brad Paisley at the Rodeo. They struggled to find someone to come with the three of us and were coming up empty. I told them I had a friend I could ask. I told them I could ask Lucas. I had mentioned him a couple of times as my neighbor. I said that we would have lunch every now and then. Also, that he enjoyed the same type of movies and video games I did. I also said that he was a teacher. He seemed like the type of guy I would associate with. A ticket was set aside while I called him. He jumped at the chance. I gave him my address and the time because we were going to carpool. They were concerned when he got out of his car. They saw his physique and the presence he radiated. This was their son's friend? They didn't want me to be taken advantage of because we seemed so different from one another. Dad gave him a look to warn him that he was not to hurt me in any way. Lucas picked up the cues and he explained, "We're just good friends and nothing more." Their bodies were very similar. Here was one Black man in his prime and another whose age had done little to diminish his physique.
On the way, they asked about him to tell a bit about himself. "My family's mostly into physical fitness and health. An uncle of mine runs a fitness studio that I go to, a cousin who's a manager at a nutrition store. My older brother is a paramedic." By the time we headed home, they had grown to like him.
It was approaching six months since I met Lucas. We were great friend and we hung out often. I'd be at his apartment, or he would be at mine. Every now and then, he'd come over with me to my parents' house for dinner or I'd go to his parents'. I wasn't sure if we were in a relationship, but I wanted to be in one with him. He had said that he wasn't ready for one, but he had given clues that he was open to being friends with benefits. I was open also because I had the type of Black man I craved for a neighbor. His personality was vibrant, and he was muscular.
What was the start of my preoccupation with muscular Black men? I can't readily recall a singular incident. However, it started in high school because about 70 percent of the student body was Black. Those that readily caught my attention were attractive and athletic. My dreams were full of them. No one knew of my infatuation except Dad. He was a very observant man and had noticed that my eyes strayed easier to and lingered longer on Black men than those of other ethnicities. He never said anything judgmental just like one time on the ride back home after having dinner out when I told him how I wished things were different about my identity.
On Mondays and Thursdays, just the two of us have dinner together. Just the two of us since Mom works late on those days. She works at a local petrochem company as an executive and she has many responsibilities as a Treasurer. At the place we went to once, a few of the customers gave us scathing looks like they saw something wrong with the way we were interacting as father and son, like we shouldn't be. It bothered me. I expressed somberly on the way back, "Dad. I wish I was your biracial son so people wouldn't stare at us like that." He looked at me sympathetically, "You should love and accept you for who you are because I do. No matter what people say or think, you are my son even if your skin isn't like mine." Love and accept were words he echoed when I came out a few years later. He added however, "If you were my biological son for real," A long pause of reflection, "you'd take after me us Edwards men. Your body would be muscular, and you'd have a passion for physical fitness. Your skin would be a few shades lighter than ours since you'd be biracial, but closer to mine than your mother's. It'd be like dark chocolate. You'd also identify more with being a Black man." He regarded me with sad eyes when we stopped at the light, "My own proud Black son." Years later, I found out why he wistfully spoke with me. My dad was impotent and would never have a son of his own.
Dad's words struck a chord within me and followed me through life. Sometimes, when I was soaping my body in the shower. I imagined that it wasn't my normal pale skin I was lathering. I imagined that was dark brown instead. When I would shave, I tried to envision that there was a Black man shaving while he looks back at me. When I was playing video games, and there was an option for multiple character customizations, the primary player was based on the real me while the second character was created by Dad to represent the biracial son he wished he had. Not once did I feel diminished that he had done so.
I liked Lucas immensely and I treasured his friendship. I never shared these thoughts with him because I didn't know what his reaction would be. He and I had begun wanting to be more than just ordinary friends that hung out with each other. The beginning was one night I was at his apartment, and we were watching Robocop. My mind drifted as I looked at him longingly. I looked at the crease he made in his sweatpants he made with his package. I wanted to touch it, hold it, put it in my mouth. Surely, he had noticed. Who wouldn't. After a long minute of looking at a guy's bulge, it would be impossible to not mention. He had stopped the movie and decided to entice me by cupping his crotch and massaging it. He looked at me and slyly remarked, "Like it?" I looked up sheepishly and nodded. Slyly again, "What would you like to do to it?" I scooted next to him and placed my hand on the awakening mound. Lucas placed his thick arm around my shoulder. I looked up as I massaged him, "Suck?"
He stood up and I thought he was going to reject me. No rejection, "Ever seen porn?" I quietly nodded. I told him that I hadn't seen any movies. Just clips online of men feeling their muscles or caressing their bulges. He led me to his walk-in closet where he had a variety of flicks high on a shelf. "Let's see what would you probably like? I got sports stuff, Euro guys, Brazilian men, or" wagging his eyebrows, "maybe you'd like something with Black men?" I was so embarrassed. He knew and my cheeks turned red with shame. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, I like mine dark and muscular. Packing whoppers too. Here's a fav of mine: Black Frat Fun."
We returned to the den, and he popped in the movie. I quickly found out why he liked it so much. There were two roommates: one guy being skinny and White, the other being muscular and Black. Their interaction in the first scene is tentative since they have different hobbies and personalities, but there are hints that they find each other alluring. First hot scene was that they huddle inside their room while there was a fierce storm raging outside when the power goes out. White guy is timid and afraid. His roommate tries to assuage him, but nothing works. The Black guy makes a shocking proposal, "Get your mind off the weather by wrapping your White boy lips around this." In the dim light of a lantern, he highlights his package with his hand. All too eager, the formerly shy man approaches and gets on his knees to feast on dark meat. This lead to additional spicy interactions. Whenever they wanted to get their rocks off, pliable and willing participation. They even lost their virginity to each other. The final three scenes took place at the fraternity house. Many of the men there have heard of their cravings. The two roommates spend the evening offering their mouths and asses to the frat bros.
It got Lucas going and he mischievously smiled as I pulled down the sweatpants. My eyes grew wide. It wasn't the size of his bulge which seemed to be the same size as mine. It was the style of underwear he wore. Most of the coverage was for his package and his butt. The material on the sides was no more than two inches. He explained that these were his off-hours underwear. He told me that he wore boxers or standard briefs or boxer briefs when at work.
I would not be denied, not this close. He leaned back to watch to see how far I would go. If I wanted what I wanted, I'd have to do most of the work. I nudged him to stand, and he did. I held the side of the briefs and pulled them down. With a bounce, his hardon was freed. He stepped out of them and tapped my face with his erection which was the same size as mine at six inches, but a tad wider. His nuts were larger than mine though. It was everything I imagined it would be even though I had seen Black cock before.
I am an Edwards man, but only by adoption. Me and Mom clearly stood out at family gatherings at Uncle Terry's. His house sat on a double lot, and he had used the extra lot he bought to expand his house and install a pool. It made sense to him and the rest of the family. Uncle Terry's always seemed a focal point for family gatherings no matter what it was: birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, Karamu feasts during Kwanzaa, as well as Independence Day which he considered the most important day of the year besides his wedding anniversary and the birthday of his three sons: Tristan, Troy, and Tybalt.
There was an extra twist to the usual July 4th get-together that year. It was a twofer graduation party celebrating me and my cousin Tybalt since we were int the same grade. We also went to the same school. The two of us had a blast of a celebration, but the true blast was yet to come.
"Yo Rion. We's going skinny dipping. Come with?" It was late at night, and we had stayed up playing video games. I had made a pit stop in the bathroom and had just gotten out. "Huh? Sure." I looked at Tybalt and his brothers and our cousin Gareth whose father was Quintin whose brothers were my dad and theirs. These were the Edwards men in my life. They all shared the same bloodline which I was not a part of. The Edwards bloodline was potent and graced my male relatives with good genes. This plus an instinctive zeal for fitness resulted in fine men and they loved flaunting their bodies forged by genetics and hard work. My cousins often joked that the only thing hotter and blacker than them was coffee. My body was out of their league, but I greatly appreciated that they were including me in their risqué escapade. "Sure." We quietly headed out the sliding double doors and hurriedly removed our clothes and dumped them there. We jumped in the pool and began to cavort.
We tossed around the water polo ball they trained with, we swam around the pool, splashed water at each other. Overall, making a general ruckus. We were having loads of fun unaware that the house was starting to wake up. We were lost in our own world when we heard a commanding whistle, "What are you boys doing?" Startled, we turned around. There was Uncle Terry who looked annoyed. All our dads did until they spied our discarded clothes and they lightly chuckled.
Our moms had made a quick retreat once they realized that we were absolutely naked. Uncle Terry composed himself and sternly but softly, "Get out of there. Light out. Get going." I held my hands over my privates. My cousins? They unashamedly strode, meats flopping between their legs, towards their pajamas. Nothing hidden. Why would they hide their bodies? They were proud of being attractive and fit Black men. We quickly put them on and did as we were told. Eldest brother Tristan to his room, the rest of us to the bedroom occupied to Troy and Tybalt. We all got by on the boys will be boys pass even though none of us were really boys anymore. Tybalt and I were 18, Gareth was 19, Troy was 20, and Tristan was 22.
Right now, I have a dick in my hand which belongs to the cheerful neighbor I've been fixated on for months. I am on my knees, and I grip it and slide my hand up and down. I look at Lucas to see if I'm doing this right. He looked down at me and grinned, "You're hungry for Black cock? Go ahead. Open your mouth and enjoy." One more look before I lower my head. I knew this was meant to be the moment my lips touched the glans. I opened my mouth wider to take more of it inside while I clutched those ample dark brown globes that he called his ass. It was so nice and shapely. It'd be nice to have a butt like his, but mine is rather plain.
I opened my mouth wider to take more of him inside me as I juggled his heavy balls. "Geez, it's been too long since I've been with another guy and I'm glad that I'm sharing this moment with you. You mean so much to me." He moaned as he runs his fingers through my hair and whispers, "Is this your first time sucking a guy off?" I looked into his eyes and nodded. I kept my eyes open, only blinking, because I wanted to remember the full experience. Lucas enjoyed the sight of me looking at his shafting pistoning in and out, "Yea. Look at me and look at my Black cock stuffing your mouth." I saw that I was bringing him pleasure. My mouth only left him so I could lick his balls. I returned to the shaft and stuffed more and more of him into my mouth until I had gone all the way to the base. "Too long. Too long." He began to thrust quicker, and he held the sides of my head firmly but tenderly. He grunted and grunted as I began to taste twangy goo fill my mouth. Even if he wasn't holding my head, I would have consumed every drop. Satisfied, I slowly withdrew and made sure that nothing remained. I paused for a moment to gaze at the slit and I looked up. He smiled and I returned that jubilation. He nudged me onto the sofa, `Now for you. Just lean back and relax."
Lucas whistled while he unzipped my shorts and pulled them off slowly. He rubbed the front of my boxer briefs which woke it up. He buried his face in my crotch and breathed deeply before he gripped the waistband and pulled my underwear down. Another boner unleashed. He lowered his head and began bobbing his head. He too looks at his handiwork. I began to melt in the attention he showered me with. For years, I had imagined what it would be like to exchange blowjobs and now I had given one and was in the middle receiving one. Both were equally awesome. The tingles in my crotch increased and increased. I knew I couldn't last much longer. I arched my back as my cock throbbed inside my friend's mouth and felt his throat contract as he swallowed. He carefully squeezed out the remnants like me and he jumped back onto the sofa, "You're tasty." He tousled my hair and placed his arm around me shoulders, "What do you say to finishing the movie?" I replied, "Sure." We stood up and put our clothes back on. My friend swapped out the movies and resumed watching Robocop. He placed his arm around my shoulders, and we snuggled. A most memorable night.
It had been a year since I first met my neighbor Rion Edwards. He's great to be with. I had made other friends here at the complex, but I cherished his companionship the most. Man, I feel so crappy. Why? I was wanting to try being in a long-term relationship again and I wanted that relationship to be with him and had given hints that he wanted a relationship with me. Our personalities were very compatible. We also enjoyed the same type of books, movies, shows, and video games. Yet, I saw him more as a friend to have occasional oral fun with. I wanted my boyfriend to be my gym buddy also, but Rion wasn't into physical fitness at all. I knew he went with his dad to the gym, the same fitness studio my uncle owned, but he stuck to the treadmill and the bicycle while his dad focused on the weight machines like me. What also made me feel wretched was that I was only attracted to other muscular Black men.
One Sunday afternoon in August, we were heading back to the complex in my car after going to the movies and having a late lunch after that. Was it a date? Rion seemed to think it was. If thinks were different, it'd be for me too. If only. If only.
The final turn that would take us to the complex was coming up. At the intersection near the apartments, there is a building that a pharmacy used to occupy. Rion, who was familiar with this area, said that it had been vacant for years. Not so vacant today. "Chloe's Spa Boutique" it read. It did not seem like a place I would want to visit. Yet, I felt strangely compelled to enter the parking lot.
Rion looked at me, "Why are we stopping here? Why do I feel that we need to have a look inside?" I got out of the car, and he followed. I walked towards the building, "Don't know. Just know that we need to go inside." A bell heralded our entrance. It appeared to be nothing more than your typical day spa. Water fountain in the middle, soothing smells, relaxing sounds. A voice from the back greeted us, "Over here boys. Been waiting for you all day. Well, really for six months. It was just today that things aligned just right." We followed the voice and came face to face with a woman of European decent. Maybe Mediterranean? I couldn't tell. Her accent couldn't be placed either. In her office, there were pictures of her with pigs. Many of them were faded with age. Then there were the woodcuts that appeared to have been legitimately made years and years ago, but they featured the same woman tending pigs. Mosaics with the same woman. My head was full of questions, but something told me that any question I could ask was irrelevant compared to us needing to speak with her. "Come sit down. My name of Chloe Faber. Welcome. Have a seat and let's talk." Rion and I sat down while she sat behind the plan wooden desk.
Ms. Faber looked at us in the eyes, "You might be wondering why you are here and why you felt the need to come inside?" The thought had crossed our minds. Rion and I looked at each other then looked back at her, "Yea." She nodded, "I'm here to help you out. You two want to be boyfriends but you both feel that there are certain traits that aren't conducive to forming a relationship. Friendship, yes. Not relationship though. Yoi might think that there's nothing that can be done. I've welcomed you here to tell the both of you that nothing is irrelevant for me." She looked at me, "Lucas, you are looking for a specific type of man and he's sitting right next to you. Well, he will be if you let me help." To my great friend and neighbor, "Rion, tell Lucas about wanting to become a Black man."
Did I hear her right? I looked at Rion who looked away in embarrassment. I would be lying if I denied being taken aback by this revelation. I had no idea that he felt this way, but then the wheels in my head started turning as I remembered a passing remark that he had made some months back. I had been seated on the couch with fly open and my hard cock point straight up from it as he lay on his belly while he held and stroked it. In the lust haze, "I wish I had a Black cock of my own to play with every day." I had thought he meant my own and wanting to come over every day to play with mine. I had no idea that he was talking about having one of his own dangling between his legs. I would also be lying if I wasn't intrigued by the thought of him wanting to change his race. I scooted my chair closer to ask him, "Go on. What interests you about Black guys?" Rion looked up at me and seemed to become more willing to be forthcoming, "I like the camaraderie they share with each other, the confidence they have. The muscles and the energy." He told me what he imagined touching while he bathed, who he wanted to look at while he shaved, and what he did for video games that featured character creation. He also told me, "I read stories on Tumblr and look at pics online about guys changing ethnicity. Those who become Black are my favorites."
I saw Rion's view as distorted because not all of us Black men were like those he was describing. However, I was drawn to the words he used and the tone he used. He was wanting to be the kind of man I wanted for a boyfriend. I looked at Ms. Faber and she looked at me earnestly, "You've been wanting a certain type of man for a boyfriend. What if I told you that I could make this happen? I can make Rion into the man of your dreams and his." I was at the edge of my seat. Was it possible? If it was, I didn't want to pass this chance up. She also had Rion's undivided attention. I asked, "You can do that?" She replied, "I can channel my gift of shaping through you, and you can mold him into the man you both crave. Before you say yes, you may ask any questions you may have."
Rion asked, "My history. Would I have always been Black?" Faber shook her head, "It gets complicated because memories would need altering and your entire bloodline reworked. No, only you will be changed along with your clothes and photo identification." He followed up, "But their reactions?" She scoffed, "Nonchalant. They'll notice the difference, but they'll consider the change inconsequential, not important enough to dwell on. A few, like Lucas here, might find the alteration interesting enough to comment. Very few though. Any other questions you may have?" I looked at Rion who looked ready to jump out of his seat and back at her, "I've got none. Rion?" He shook his head, "None here."
Chloe Faber got out of her chair and went to the front to change the sign in the front to ward off potential customers and turned off the front lights. She led us to another room. The fragrance in there was inviting and she turned on a music player to flood the room with ambient sounds. In the middle was a table. Once she showed us to the room, she started to leave. I asked, "Aren't you going to do this?" She paused at the doors, "Not for something like this. I find that it makes it more enjoyable with two people who know what they want. Have fun boys. I'll be outside in the hall if you need me." With that, she closed the door behind her.
Rion looked at me and I looked me dumbfounded. Was someone pulling our legs? Maybe, but I needed to see this through if it was possible. Firmly but softly, "Take your clothes off and get on this table." He took his clothing off and got on the table. What was I supposed to do? I had never given anyone a massage, less a massage such as this. Somehow, I knew what to do though. "Face up." He turned his body over again and was in delirious bliss. I inserted an index finger into his belly button and imagined I was injecting him with a large dose of melanin. Before I could blink, a dark brown hue spread out from that spot and soon enveloped every inch of his body. Noticeable darker skinned than me, the type of tone I liked best. "Turn over again."
The already improving Rion lay on his chest and I studied his body to see what I wanted to work on next. I hadn't admitted to him, but I knew that he was checking out my ass the first time we had met. Well, let's give him one just as plump. I placed my hands on each cheek and began to mold. Beneath my hands, they started to inflate to become think and round as if they had been meticulously honed through years of squatting exercises. Mmm bro, a magnificent example of a Black man's bubble butt. Nice bottom needs nice legs too.
I massaged Rion's left leg, and it stretched while it became muscular, a nice compliment to his posterior. I touched his foot and massaged it and its toes. The foot also lengthened. Looking good so far. I then moved onto the right and soon it matched the left exactly. Bottom half was exactly what I had in mind. Let's move onto the top half. I grabbed his shoulders and kneaded them. I could feel skin ripple and sinew twist as his shoulders widened until they were like mine giving him a muscular build. "Turn over".
I look at his naked front and place my hand on his tummy to rub it. What was once shapeless hardened into firm abs. I look at him in the eyes to see what he was feeling, but he was still too caught up in the sensations to react. I place my hands on his undefined pecs and, just like his glutes, they puff out. I imagined him putting on a tank and envisioned how they would protrude. I held his arms and rubbed them as well as his hands and fingers. His chest was just how I wanted it, something similar to mine but different enough. Rion's physique now greatly reminded me of Moses Ldn and Bolu Okupe, two African studs that he mentioned as having caught his eye.
There was a light dusting of black hair on his chest. That simply will not do. I like my guys hairless with just a treasure trail leading to the goods, I guided my hand over his firm chest and the hair went away except the treasure trail.
I was almost done with his body, but I wanted to save the best for last, so I thought about his face next. I pressed my hands against it and massaged. I somehow could sense how he wanted his face to look. Keep the shape of his ears, eyes, and the bridge of his nose to keep the traits he inherited from his mother. Everything else about his face would declare that he was the biological son of Derek Edwards. His cousins, he said, resembled their fathers more than their mothers. He wanted the same.
I think he needs facial hair. I'm cleanshaven and would like my man to have facial hair. I rubbed his chin and hair sprouted to form a goatee. I then wiped a finger across his upper lip to give him a neatly trimmed moustache. Now for top. I ran my fingers through the new black hair on the top of his head and it fluffed up into an afro taper fade with curls. I had always thought his curly hair would look good in that style and I felt that it was a haircut that Rion wanted to have, but never sought to get because he thought it'd be inappropriate to have. What next?
Hadn't Rion made comments every now and then that his voice sounded high? I placed an index finger on his Adam's Apple and told him, "Speak". He began talking and I brushed my finger across it like it was the dial on a stereo. Up and down, left to right. I thought of way I wanted him to sound and knocked his voice down a few octaves to make his voice deeper. "Say the alphabet." He opened his mouth again and begin reciting the letters. My ears were blown away. His voice sounded sexy, hip, and manly to me. Now it was time for best for last: his package.
I cupped his balls which begun to swell as they started to fill with potent African sperm, specifically West African from the Nigeria region. I recall Rion once mentioned that his dad did a genealogy test for his 50th birthday and discovered that an overwhelming percentage of his genetic background came from there, the rest from near the surrounding region. Nice set of nuts needs a nice Black cock to go with it. I wrapped my hand around and started to jerk it, but his shlong remained limp. Girthier and longer it became until it definitively outclassed mine. Seven inches flaccid and nine hard. I was six inches hard and I thought, I'd have a bit of fun with numbers. I wanted BBC in my life and was now here it is in my hand. Let's give him a bonus. I touched the circumcision scar and ran my finger around it. Foreskin regenerated until it covered the head.
I looked the reborn Rion, and he looked back at me. His chest was heaving as if from exertion. I knew that I had given him a physique that had taken me years of hard work and dedication to earn. Looking at him, I didn't care how he got it. What I did care about was where we would go from here. I was more than willing to guide him on maintaining that body I had given him through natural means. I had fashioned a fantasy man, but realistic. He was the type of Black man than any porn casting agent would love to hire at any cost with his handsome face and muscular body. "Here. Let me help you off the table."
I gripped Lucas's arm and hoisted myself off the massage table. I had been caught up in a maelstrom of sensations. I felt my skin tingle, bone creak, and muscle contort. The first thing I noticed about my arms, besides them being thick like Lucas's, was the complexion. I held them up to my face and gazed upon the skin I had dreamed of and that my dad mentioned. It reminded me greatly of dark chocolate, exactly like how Dad envisioned. I looked at my hands and then my palms to look at the contrasting tone. The bottom of my feet were like that also.
I got on wobbly legs and steadied myself against the table. My center of gravity was off because I was half a foot taller and heavy with muscle. I looked at Lucas who I now equaled in height and were of similar physique.
There was a washroom nearby and I entered. I looked at myself in the mirror and the monster that was between my legs. I pulled at the foreskin gingerly and it retracted behind the glans, and I slid it back forward. Delightful tingles throughout my body. Lucas leaned against the doorway as I checked myself out. I spied a smaller mirror and held it up as looked away from the larger so I could look down there. My ass was pleasingly round. I sighed with wonder, "It's so thick and muscular." My voice, wow. Lucas smiled, "Like what you see?" I turned to nod at him and then I looked at the mirror again, "I look exactly like what I thought I'd look like. Thank you. I suppose we should get going." I exited and approached my clothes. They were exactly the same, just of different sizes to accommodate my new body. "What happened to my underwear?"
I picked up the briefs. These certainly not the same I had this morning. "Mega Male?" Lucas whistled as he took them from my hands and held them up. He handed them back, "Excellent brand for gifted guys." They were like the regular trunk briefs I preferred, but there was substantial material in the front. Let's give these a whirl. I pulled them up my legs and I was impressed. The contoured pouch accepted and cradled my equipment splendidly. Comfortable. I collected the rest of my clothes and returned to the washroom so I could see how I looked in them. I looked straight into the mirror and then turned so I could see a side view, "It's like I stuffed a hoagie down there." I was able to maneuver myself into the cargo shorts and then pulled my tee over my head. I looked at myself from all angles again and concluded I made a delightfully sexy Black man. Speaking of which, Lucas walked in and stood next to me. We looked at each other and then at our smiling reflections.
We headed for the exit and Chloe was there, "I see it worked out for you two." We nodded and I took my wallet out to see my driver's license. True to her word, my new face had replaced the one I had just an hour before. We both thanked her and exited the building.
Lucas and I headed back to his car, and we turned around. Whatever we were in, it had returned to being an abandoned building. I turned to him, "How about a selfie Rion?" My head dashed to him, "Sure." He got out his phone and again wrapped his arm around me. We pressed our heads together, smiled, and looked at the lens. With a snap, he took our picture. He then sent it to me. "Thanks a bunch," I told him as we got back into the car after I readjusted the passenger seat.
Some minutes later, we were going up the stairs. We wrapped our arms around each other's waists and shared a kiss before parting and heading inside our respective units. I sat in my recliner chair and leaned back to extend it. I felt my face and ran my fingers through my hair, "What a day." Would I be ready for life as a Black person? I breathed deeply and knew I had to be. I had seen the ways Dad and my other family members navigated the world and knew that I had to incorporate their tactics into daily interactions. For now, I put those thoughts to the side as I took out my phone.
I opened the Bitmoji app. A cartoon version of the man I used to be appeared among dozens of stickers. I went into my settings and changed my old lookalike to look more like the new me. I also gave him suitable clothes, gym clothes. Satisfied with the way my lookalike looked, I put the phone down and got started on my laundry. Off in the distance, I heard my cell ring and buzz.
I saw that it was Dad and I had been anticipating him calling because it was planned for me to go home for dinner. Mom had made a pan of lasagna. What I had not anticipated was that I had been physically changed. I couldn't hide what happened, so I picked it up and tried to sound upbeat, "Hey Dad." He asked me, "Everything okay Rion? You sound different." I asked if we could continue this call through Face Time. He agreed and ended the call. Within moments, his face appeared in my phone's screen, and I knew mine was on his. A mix of surprise and pride on his face, "Rion. Is that you?" I nodded, "It's me all right." I turned my face side to side so he could see my head from all angles. "What do you think?" He thought I looked great and asked Mom to join in to look at me. They looked at each other and then back at me. They both agreed that I looked more like their biological son, genes from both, rather than just one parent. However, it was clear that my appearance still greatly favored my dad. It was just a different father now. I long considered Derek Edwards to be my dad but now this was genetically true. They asked me how this happened, and I explained to them that I was spending the day with Lucas and that we happened upon a day spa that wasn't there before. As outlandish it seemed, they readily accepted it as if it was commonplace.
Dad resumed the call alone, "Still coming over?" I replied, "Yea. Just washing some of my clothes. Some got bigger and others were swapped out. All my underwear was replaced." He found my tone odd and asked what I meant by replace. I explained, "My...um...it got bigger after the change." He chuckled, "That's to be expected. It's a trademark of Edwards men. You now need to be selective with what clothes you wear and how you carry it. You also need to be careful with how you use it." I knew he what he was saying and knew he wasn't kidding. I had seen Dad plenty of times at the gym and then there was that time that my cousins and I went skinny dipping to know that there was irrefutable evidence to back up the "Edwards trademark" comment. We were all big there.
A few hours later, I parked my car in front of home. I got out and the only ones outside were the next-door neighbors. They waved hello at me and readily identified as Rion. All anyone mentioned about my appearance was, "New look?" I said, "Yea. Something like that." and headed inside.
"Rion?" I replied, "Yea, me Mom." I approached and gave her a hug. She previously had been taller than me by a couple of inches. As for Dad, he was still taller than me at 6'4" but I wasn't too far off the mark. He patted me on the back and clasped my hand as if I was one of his buddies, "You going to work out more with our old man?" I studied my larger biceps. I had been reluctant in going to the fitness studio with him and as a compromise, I stuck with what I was comfortable with which was the treadmill and the bicycle at a casual pace. I now wanted to join in his cardio and strength training routines on a regular basis. I answered with upbeat eagerness, "Sure Dad. Lucas is excited that I get to be his regular gym buddy now. I really want to learn more about the exercises and machines you and Lucas use." I couldn't believe I said that but, I was being sincere.
We sat down to have dinner and Mom suggested that we get a new family portrait done later in the year. Other than being different, nothing changed in our house. I sent them a new face pic for them to use in their address books. A couple hours later after dinner and a modest dessert, I headed back home.
Lucas was interested how my parents took the news about my change. I told him what their reaction was and relayed, "Dad's real eager to take me to the gym and work out." He was beaming, "Same here bro. Same here. Time to hit the hay. Just know I'm here for you."
I woke up at my usual time and for the briefest of moments, I wondered why my body felt wrong. I then touched my face and remembered. I wasn't the same Rion Edwards anymore. I pulled the sheets off my body and was greeted by a massive case of morning wood. Where were the briefs I had on? I climbed out of bed and looked down on the floor, there they were. I must have subconsciously removed them when I was asleep. I picked them up and headed to my underwear drawer. I opened it up and saw almost all Mega Male branded briefs. There were a variety of other brands that I never heard of or heard of, but never really had come across in person. They all served one singular purpose. Derek Rion Edwards has big equipment, and they must do everything in their power to comfortably contain his stuff. I had seen them yesterday when I had put my laundry away, but I was still stunned. There were my regular trunk briefs and boxer briefs. I put them back for later and grabbed one of the trunk briefs. I ditched the briefs I had worn yesterday into the laundry bin and headed inside the shower. No need to close the bathroom door since I was alone.
I loved the warm water cascading over my body. This had been a dream of mine of years and now it was so real. The smell of the soap, the feel of the lather against my body. I rinsed and then shampooed my hair as usual. However, I now had products formulated for the hair of Black men. I shut of the water and stepped out to dry. I paused briefly to look at the man in the mirror and left him behind to get dressed. I had breakfast and headed off to work.
Once I arrived at my building, I was concerned that I would be regarded as a visitor. That didn't happen. Nothing except the usual, "Morning Rion." I looked at my ID badge that I had in the lanyard around my neck. Just like my driver's license, the face had changed to the one I had now. Just like the mysterious Chloe said. I sat in my cubicle in the IT department and started my day.
Just another day as Rion Edwards for me for the most part, but I did pick on subtle changes to the way others acted around me. It was more evident when I headed downstairs to the deli and interacted with those I wasn't as familiar with. They didn't see Rion anymore. They only saw a tall and muscular Black man, me. I headed back up and had my lunch. It was then back to work. I was kept busy all day. Buggy systems and printers on the fritz. 5pm and it was time to head on home. Dinner and bed. Thus ended Monday.
When I got home Tuesday, there was a knock on my door. I opened and there was Lucas. "Gym time bro. You did say that you were serious about working out like me." Yea, I did say that. I gathered clothing suitable for the gym with his help. While we were exiting, "Let's plan on going to the sports store this weekend to get more workout gear. You'll need it."
We arrived at Burke's Workout Zone which was owned by Patrick Burke who was Lucas's uncle. I had only ever been here with Dad. The clerk at the front asked, "Where's your dad, Rion?" I replied, "He's at home. I'm here with my best friend Lucas." Lucas added with a gleam in his eye, "More than that." I looked back at him and then amended my earlier comment, "My boyfriend and I are going to work out. I'd like to sign up for an Individual membership please." After submitting the completed membership application and payment of the fee, I headed inside the locker room to change clothes with Lucas and then headed to the workout area.
I used to be shy about being here because I was out of place with my pale skin and slim body, not at all now. I now felt at ease because I felt I belonged here. Even more so since Lucas was there. He took me under his wing, and I caught on quickly to what he was showing me. How? We later concluded that not all changes had been physical, some had been mental. Yes, I was now willing to sacrifice much of my video game time to be with my boyfriend at the gym. For the next 90 minutes, I was in a special place, must be that zone referenced in the business name. We showered and left the building with arms around waists with heads leaning against each other. We headed to his car, got in, and returned to the complex.
I slept well, very well. I felt fulfilled. Last night, I had taken off my underwear while mostly asleep. Tonight, I didn't bother keeping them on. As soon as I finished brushing my teeth and spectacularly emptying my bladder, I headed to the bedroom. My sheet and blanket were soft against my bare dark brown skin, and I felt very comfortable. The only thing I was missing was a body. His body. I was missing the body of Lucas Brody. I imagined his naked body next to my own, us holding each other. I snuggled against the pillow, imagining that it was him, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next evening, Wednesday, I got a call from my cousin Tybalt who said that he was in the area and wanted to stop by. I found the comment dubious. Yea right, "in the area". My cousin lived thirty minutes away and he didn't work around here either. However, I was grateful that he wanted to drop by. We were close and he had helped me move my belongings from home to here. I said sure and within minutes, he arrived. He did a double take as soon as I opened the door, "My dad said you'd changed, but I didn't think like this. Even after he had showed me, I didn't believe."
My cousin closed the door behind him., and I welcomed inside. "Let me get a look at you." I stood it the middle of the living room while he walked around me and examined my looks. His conclusion came with a whistle, "You's one damn fine-looking brotha, cuz." I keenly answered, "Thanks." He stood before me and looked down for a good while then looked up at me, "How much you got there now?" After knowing him for years, there was only one way to respond. Taking a page from his rulebook, I made an outline of my dick with my fingers and looked at him with pride, "Nine hard. Uncut too." Tybalt came over and did something shocking, but not altogether unexpected. He placed my hand on my crotch, maybe to convince himself that I wasn't bluffing. He gave it a good pat down and I felt myself firming up. He chuckled at me, "Definitely an Edwards man. Betcha your nuts are big too." I looked down at his pawing hand and looked up at him to affirm, "Uh huh." He stepped back a couple feet and he also used his fingers to show how much he had. In an animated tone, "I'm in the Nuthing Under Seven Club too. Nine and half here. Not uncut though." I boldly reached over and touched his bulge to give it a rub like he did mine. Another chuckle, "See? The banana doesn't fall too far from the tree." It was just the way he spoke and acted, and I had long learned to accept his ways. I let go and he chimed, "We should toast." Before I could interject, he turned around the corner into the kitchen and looked in my fridge. "I know you don't drink. None of us really do so what'll we use instead?" He took out a bottle of sparking lemon-flavored water. He poured some in two glasses and we held them up as he toasted, "To my cousin Rion Edwards. He will have his good days and he will have his bad days as a Black person, like me, like all of us, but he isn't alone. We are all in this together. All the best with love." We clanged the glasses together and took a swig.
We sat in my recliner chairs for a few seconds in silence until he said, "I've never spoken with you about these things before, but you top or bottom?" I answered truthfully, "I never thought about position, but I never certainly saw myself as a top. But now...?" Tybalt looks at me after too much of a pause, "Now?" I continued, "Versatile top." The thought of Lucas and me naked in bed together had surfaced in my head. The image that my brain conjured first was him on his back with legs up, my Black ass flexing as I furiously fucked his. I felt I could find contentment in bottoming him from time to time, but my destiny was clear. I could only conclude that this was another mental change. Lucas wanted a partner who was comfortable in toping him most of the time and I readily accepted this truth.
"You okay cuz?" I snapped out of my thoughts, "Huh? Just thinking." He looked down and saw that I had been mindlessly massaging my throbbing bulge. He didn't pry and decided to say, "Well since you want to top, you need to have the right protection. Come with?" I wasn't sure what he meant at first and he explained, "Condoms bro. Lube too. You're going to need the right stuff if you want to stuff ass with that chocolate monster you have now."
Tybalt and I got into my car, and we went to the nearby pharmacy. We headed to the back where these products were displayed. I cluelessly stood there while he put his expert skills to use. He would mutter to himself and look at me and then back to perusing. He approached with his selection, "Here you go. I think these will work out well for you. These are the same I use." He offered to buy the pack of extra-large condoms and lube for me, but I felt I should be the one to buy them. We ended up compromising. He bough the lube and I paid for the condoms. After the purchase, we headed back to my apartment, and he left to go on home.
Thursday came and went by okay enough. Dad called to check up on me later that evening to see how I was doing. I also went to the gym with Lucas. It felt more natural going there and it felt natural doing the exercises as if this normal for me. I felt enriched and looked forward to spending more time working out with Lucas.
Friday was here before I knew it. I knocked on Lucas's door for our weekly movie night. I had brought a movie, but also the condoms and lube. He opened it up as he had done and enthusiastically guided me in. On the coffee table, he had plain air-popped popcorn and sparkling water. What was tonight's selection? Close Encounters of the Third Kind which I hadn't seen it in several years. When he put the movie in, I wasn't aware he was wanting his own close encounter of the third kind: contact.
While the movie was playing, he snuggled up against me and I placed my arm around him. I was fine with this because we had snuggled before. When the movie ended, he looked into my eyes. I looked back into his and knew he wanted action. He reached for my shirt and pulled it off me. On cue, I yanked off his shirt as well. He gingerly caressed my pectorals, amazing and prominent as his while I touched him. The touch sent a jolt downward. Lucas slid his other hand down my shorts and wrapped it around my shaft. I groaned as he jacked it slowly. "Big Black cock just for me" as he fished it out. I slid my shorts down and sat back down on the couch. The whole world was just us and the center of that world was my penis. He looked on my foreskin with eyes full of wonder as it slid back and forth. I blurted, "Go on ahead. Suck it. You know you want to."
Lucas's mouth widened as much as possible as he engulfed as much as he could, then more because he started to gag. I whispered alarmingly, "No need to go all the way. Just go with what you are comfortable with. I don't want to hurt you." He let off some leaving about three inches unclaimed. He looked up as he bobbed. He was in heaven. "Let's take this to my room." He got up and took off his clothes right there. He then took off my clothes while giving me joyous eyes.
I was here in his bedroom. I had been in here a few times but just on the way to his closet where he had kept his pornos. He pushed me on the bed and flipped me on my stomach. My head rested against a pillow as he climbed aboard and began caressing my smooth dark brown skin. I didn't know what he was up until a felt his hands on my butt and he pulled at them while brushing the hole with his tongue. An instant moan, "Geez, that feels awesome". I was being rimmed for the first time in my life and I was loving every moment as his tongue burrowed deep and he feasted, "I love this new booty of yours Rion. Mmm." He pressed his face into it and continued to work his magic. I was weak to his tongue's power and would do anything to please its owner.
Lucas surfaces, "I want fuck. I want you to deep six my ass with that torpedo you got." There's that image again, the one where he offers himself to me. I jolt upright, "If you want this, I'm up." Figuratively and literally. I was wanting to have sex just like he and it obvious. The newest version of my dick was well on its way to its rock hardness of nine inches. He looked at it hungrily then lamented, "Just don't have anything for it." I climbed out of bed, "I got condoms and lube. My cousin helped me get them." My new boyfriend was very giddy. I dashed into the living room and got them. I returned and set the products by the nightstand. How to go about this, the gears in my head turned and guided me.
I crept up behind him and crawled towards his butt as a bee to the flower. I placed my hand on those spherical glutes and my tongue slide out as I placed my face between them. I knew full well what I was doing and was enjoying licking him there even though I would never have considered rimming anyone before. It was a special place to be in as I primed his hole.
My boner ached and leaked. It said to get the show on the road already. Lucas looked back and reached over to pick up that little packet. He gently tore it and plunked out the large condom. He slid it over my erection and got the lube. He coated it well as if glazing a roast and he slid his slick fingers into his hole. I gripped myself and guided it in. It was a vision that had circulated in my head for days and now it was being fulfilled. The sphincter clutched my glans and began absorbing more and more. He clenched his teeth, "So big." I paused. Again, I was worried. He grunted, "Keep going. I want it. Give to me. I want it all." I withdrew to use more lube and shoved myself back in, but slowly. A gentle rhythm, gentle rocking, so that he would become accustomed to my piece My body knew how to please him. His cavernous muscle gripped the entire length of my pole. I leaned my muscular chest forward and it touched his own. A rocking motion from my hips. He whispers to me, "A little faster." I pick up the pace and his eyes roll, "Oh fuck. Fuck faster." Faster I go as my plump nuts inch closer to the point of no return, "You like big Black cock? Say it, Lucas. Say it." I had surrendered myself to the role he wanted. I was upright and looked down, still plowing away at him. He groaned, "Yes. I love your big Black cock Rion. Oh! Oh! Oh!" I pressed the right button. His hard cock jerked as it spewed viscous jizz. Upward it shot out and landed on his stomach. The contractions were enough to orgasm. I cried out as I unloaded into him. My chest heaved as I emptied myself and collapsed on top of him. We kissed and our tongues wrestled until I deflated. I retracted myself and we gazed at the goo in the receptacle. I walked over to the nearest wastebin and disposed of it.
Lucas raised his arms and reached out. I approached and he pulled my body towards his. I draped my arm across his shoulder, "I love you, Lucas." He wrapped his arm around my waist, "And I love you, Rion." We pressed our lips together and kissed fondly, not ravenously as before. We cuddled and closed our eyes. We fell asleep like that: two naked muscular Black men. Two men whose wishes had been granted.
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