He had already let me know he wasn't into kissing. That was a shame, as nothing more than I enjoyed, was feeling another guys lips and tongue on mine as I got hammered. Maybe it was cultural, but a lot of black guys I was with, or have been in bed with, aren't into kissing. On a plus note Jamal and other brothers, are usually very hung, strong, with lots of stamina and geyser amounts of sperm. You can't win them all, and this combination made me hard. In my mid twenties and participating in a recreational basketball league, Jamal was on the downlow and also 26. At 6'4 and 225 pounds of chiseled muscle, and a dark chocolate complexion, I knew after each game it wasn't going to just be playing with a Spalding. We always followed our games, with what appeared to be two straight guys routines, but behind clothes doors he had my ass in every way imaginable.
This particular day we played a tough game with our opponent, and even though I was the rare white guy on the court, at 6'2 I could play point guard quite well. Jamal was our power forward, and usually I'd bring the ball up, then flick it to him for an easy two. While Marcus was the three point king, when we needed to score, Jamal was a great player. Then again he had played for his high school and a division 3 college. While we had started out as teammates, one day in the shower I heard him say, "Terry are you staring at my cock or something?" He had to say it twice, as he had a gigantic flaccid penis, and I was lost thinking about how much bigger it would be when erect. As I watched the water going down his flat chest and groin, I finally admitted "I can't believe how big you are." He smiled and later on, after our team had wrapped up activities, that "I should come to his car and suck him off."
Oh yes that was intense. I remember it vividly, as he pushed my head down, and made me really take him all in. Gagging. It was huge at easily 9 or 10 inches, and I had never sucked such a big penis before. His curly pubes and big balls felt good in my finger tips, as I lapped at his cocks head. Then I slid my tongue to his shafts sides, before putting my lips around him going up and down in perfect rhythm. He moaned. Oh yes his deep voice, his breathing, and finally the biggest amount of cum I had ever taken in. It was as if a ice cream shake machine sputtered out of order, and I had trouble gobbling every drop of his essence. Jamal smiled, sweating and told me "this was between us." I agreed, said goodbye to him, and proceeded to jerk myself off to a huge eruption of white magma. It was surreal that I had given Jamal a blowjob, and soon there would be more sucking him off. Finally, we got down to fucking.
There certainly wasn't a lot of romance, but Jamal treated me well, and also brought good booze to help me calm my nerves. If his girlfriend knew what we were up to, I was slightly fearful, as she was a deputy sheriff. My guess proved right years later, that she let him in her vagina, but anal wasn't going to happen in her household. Her loss, my gain. After that tough game, I knew that his aggression would be coming for me. That I'd scream. That my whole spine would hurt. Yet on this particular day he almost "broke me," as when he walked in, Jamal told me to take my clothes off and stand in front of him. This was not going to be a walk in the park.
He sat on the couch in the green shorts and jersey that our team wore, and I took my outfit off. For a minute I stood in my boxer briefs, and Jamal told me to "take them off." I complied and was standing in front of him naked, and the previous night I shaved my penis, balls, and rear and for that smooth like he enjoyed. It was all about pleasing him. There exposed vulnerable, he eyed my crotch, and took his clothes off, causing me to gasp. His cock looked even bigger, and that vein on the top really stuck out, showing a massive infusion of blood and testosterone that he'd be poking me with. Sure enough, he brought out the bottle of lube, and directed me to him.
I know I must have grimaced. He smiled as he knew that I was to be submissive to his every wish. Soon I saw his dark coffee colored fingers around my penis, and it felt really good. Jamals soft hands on my testes and rear end send shimmers of signals, and it wasn't long before his lubed fingers were inside me. Oh yes he knew how to hit that g spot. I was standing in front of him, and he told me, "I've lubed my cock, today you're not going to suck, you're going to get fucked." His deep voice was ominous and firmly in control, and as I felt him touching my shaved privates, I saw that monster cock that soon would be infiltrating me. My blonde hair sweat, actually I did all over, as my knees turned to jelly sitting on that evil dick.
"Push down" I remember thinking, as I knew I'd have to as he slid in me with that monster meat stick of his. Pushing down, biting my lips until blood poured out, I had tears going down my cheeks. It hurt and each time Jamal slid his penis in me, I felt a ray of immense pain that permeated my insides. He didn't mean to, he just wasn't aware how big and thick that cock was, but pain always led to pleasure. I liked how his fingers played with my nipples, which were very sensitive. Every inch of him was in me now, and I could feel his hot breath on my back, and smell his sweat beads and hormonal levels going through the roof.
Eventually he put me on the floor, and took me doggie style. What was once painful and stomach turning, started to feel amazing. I panted, moaned, and felt the quickness in his strong legs and hips as he deflowered me in the living room. His balls bounced on my cheeks as his cock stretched and filled my hole. The pressure throughout my body was intense, and even more so when he put me on the couch. My feet were on his shoulders. I looked in his eyes and saw him smiling, his white teeth contrasting with his charcoal colored skin tone. Watching his blackness slide into my hole was a turn on, as was seeing him play with my balls, as that gigantic penis go back and forth. Screaming. I couldn't help it. Jamal pulled his cock all the way out, then slid it all the way in, with no warning whatsoever. This was a shock to the system, as my rear was full of his lubed by huge manhood, being tested in every way possible. I kept pushing down to minimize the damage he did, but there was no way I was going to be walking much for a couple of days. Later on I'd ponder how his ladies vagina took him in, but for now it was about holding on to the couch with my fingers, and surviving the pounding I was having to endure.
He was such a good looking man. No beard, a younger Denzel Washington, he had me up and was in control as my hole held on for dear life. I tried clamping down, but it was too much, yet thankfully he was moaning and the clicking sound of precum was starting. It was now a countdown to survive his last minute thrashing. The last few were going to be intense and he took me doggie again. I proved his balls as he tail gunned me. His breathing and heart rate increased, and soon I could feel him tighten up. He started to grunt, to yell, as his hot burning flying jism was inside me. Oh yes he bred me, and as he put his clothes on after toweling off, I exploded everywhere as my rear end still was twitching after being impaled. He smiled, thanked me for a good time, as he was out the door and in his sports car. As the loud rap and engines cranked on, I sat there for what felt like hours, feeling amazing and worn out enough to sleep for hours on the floor.