Jamaican Style

This file depicts sexual acts between two guys. If that shit turns you off, or you find it offensive, then how did you turn up here?!

The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

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Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click.

JAMAICAN STYLE another Wildstyle tip

It was early evening and I was taking my usual run around the blocks of mindless suburbia around the back of Bradford University. I was a student there and having classes most every day, evening was the only time I had to work out. Not being much for pumping it in the gym, I did my best to stay in shape running, doing so most nights. Just like I was that night.

In terms of my fitness I wasn't all that bad. I was a little on the short side, admitably at 5 foot 8 inches, but I had been blessed with a naturally stocky build. Probably something I had got from my Jamaican father who had been a big guy. I'd also got part of my fathers skin tone, looking dark enough to pass as a light skinned brother even though I had never really related to closely to my fathers race.

I was about half way though my usual running route. It was getting a little darker, and I was starting to feel the chill of night. I was dressed only in a pair of short black shorts and an oversized white singlet that hung off my body, but I kept my pace up, warmed against the cold from my workout, sweating from the exhursion.

I turned down a particularly long street as the overhead streetlights flickered on. I stared down the long pavement, the rows of houses there, one fairly much looking like the other. It was a tidy neighbourhood, mostly fulled with middleclass families, and the occasional student dwelling.

A few moments down that long street and I stumbled on a loose pathing stone, falling down hard on my other foot. I cussed loudly as I fell to the ground as a pain shot like lightning through my right leg. I made sure I fell onto the grassy front lawn of one of the houses rather than the hard pathment, still hitting the ground hard as I quickly grabbed at my twisted ankle.

Shit! Just my luck. From the incredible throbbing I was feeling in my ankle, it felt like I had broken something. Or at least twisted it very badly. I lay a while there, rubbing gingerly at my ankle, cussing at the pain and my luck. After a while I braved it, climbing to my feet. I could barely put weight on right foot, shocked back to the reality of my situation by a sharp burst of pain.

I was panting, sweating still from my run. I looked around noticing the house next up from me had some lights on. With any luck, someone there was home and I could call a cab to get myself back home. I knew as I limped forward step by painful step, there was no way I was walking home in this state.

I opened the gate to the house and limped indignantly up the front path to the house. Security lights blinked on as I started up the steps, pausing for a second to catch my breath and clear my head of the throbbing pain in my right ankle. Then, I knocked on the door, hoping my luck would change, and someone would be home for me to use their phone.

A few moments later I heard a bolt go back on the door, and it opened. My jawed dropped as I saw the person who had opened it. He had to have been about my age, 22 or 23. But dispite his age, the guy before me was probably the biggest black man I had ever seen in my life! He was easily 6 foot 10, probably weighting over 300 pounds, with a body thick with huge, hard muscles.

My eyes flew up and down his massive form, dressed in just a little more than me. A light black singlet billowed around his huge torso, hanging loosely from his massive, broad shoulders. Baggy grey sweats fell loosely over big thighs of probably equally impressive development muscle wise, but I noticed briefly they bulged tightly in the front with a manhood I knew would almost certainly be in keeping with his size.

And just as eye catching as his huge form, a giant mane of thick black dreads that fell down loose over his massive back, practically to his waist. His eyes were dark, lips and nose broad. All the cues pointed bluntly towards the fact he was probably a Jamaican, just like that which made up half my blood.

"Can I help you, mon?" the guys rumbling, bassy voice bought me back to reality.

"Yeah, please. Can I use your phone? I twisted my ankle pretty bad, I wouldn't mind calling a cab to get back home."

"Sure! Let me help yuh inside," he said. I practically melted right there as he moved to my side, putting a massive arm around my shoulders to help take the weight off my foot. I felt my cock rising in my shorts which I knew were going to do a horrible job at hiding my hard on. His skin was hot against mine.

This Jamaican god helped me into his living room, letting me down gently from his giant body into an armchair. Instantly he started unlacing my running shoe, easing it slowly of my foot. The he eased off my sock and took my throbbing ankle into his big, strong hands.

"I don't think its broken, mon." he said as he gently tested it. His hands felt incredible as they stroked and rubbed at my wounded ankle.

"Great. I twisted it while I was running. Last thing I want now is a broken ankle."

I lay back in that chair, looking over every inch of that giant Jamaican, my cock throbbing harder than my ankle had been. His strong, thick fingers seemed to be melting the pain from my ankle, and arousing me intensely at the same time. My cock had sprung full mast in my shorts. There was no way anyone could miss that incredibly obvious bulge. I didn't even bother hiding it.

"My names Joseph." the Jamaican guy said, looking up at me for the first time, his fingers still giving my ankle incredible attention. I noticed his gaze catching for a second on my shorts and wondered if it was why his face suddenly spread in a warm, friendly smile.

"Will," I replied. "Man, where did you learn to do that?" I nodded at my ankle, both his hands rubbing gently around my thick lower calf.

"Its part of my job. I work in physical fitness," Joseph replied. I grinned, enjoying the warm pleasure that was now running through my ankle, quickly replacing pain.

"Believe me, it shows!"

"Thanks. You look like yuh aint doing too bad there yourself, mon," he said, looking back up at me. I saw his eyes linger at my groin again, still throbbing hard. "Yuh got some island blood in yuh, mon?"

"Yeah, my father was Jamaican."

"I thought so. It shows," Josephs face split in a broad, white smile. "Yuh just need to know where too look, but da signs are all there, mon." I smiled too as his eyes fell again on my bulging shorts. His hands started rubbing further up my tight calf, hard from running and natural build. I was really starting to feel turned on, especially now Joseph was flirting with me.

"That feels good," I said, my voice low as I look in the view of this giant island god on his knees before me.

"Yuh got some tight muscles here, mon," his hands moved up to the top of my strong calf. "Yuh do a lot a running?"

"Yeah," I replied.

By this time both Joseph and I were looking at my shorts, as he peeped my obvious size, and I willed him to do what I knew we both wanted. There was a long, silent period as he continued to rub my thigh with his big hands, looking at my groin. Josephs eyes looked up at mind for a second almost as if asking permission for something we both knew had become an unspoken want.

"I wouldn't mind loosening up DAT muscle for yuh, mon." he asked, his voice very low.

"Go ahead."

Josephs handsome face split again in that wide smile as he began to ease my erection free of my black shorts. I sat there, enjoying the sudden attention and cool air, as Josephs big hand eased around my thick eight inches. I had never felt so possessed in my whole life! The Jamaicans big hand enveloped my hardness like I had never experienced before. I let out a sudden gasp.

"Relax, mon," Joseph said with a grin. "This ones as hard as the rest of yuh muscles, but I think I loosen it with a bit of work."

I found myself opening my legs a little more as Joseph began to gently squeeze my cock. I watched as the muscles in his big forearm pulsed, his hand working me firmly and strongly. My cock throbbed, veins worming slowly up my length as Joseph worked his fingers tight around my thick base. I grunted a little, this time in pain as the giant Jamaican cut off the circulation to my cock. It throbbed with blood, hardening beyond belief, its fat length swelling with painful veins.

"Shit, that hurts," I whispered hoarsely. I watched as Joseph slid an big hand up my stocky torso, under my baggy singlet.

"Its ok, mon. It will, but only for a moment." I let out a quick gasp as my steel hard shaft slipped suddenly between his thick Jamaican lips.

I sat motionless as I watched that huge mane of dreads, falling free over Josephs incredible shoulders and immense, muscled back. I heard the quiet slurping of his mouth on my cock, consuming me completely, right to my base. His head moved slightly as he drove my rigid shaft in and out of his hot mouth. It took me a few moments to come completely to my senses, my hands quickly moving to his huge shoulders, feeling thick, rock hard muscle and bushy dreads.

Joseph went about his work quietly, giving me the most intense blowjob I had ever received in my life. That, and him having the most incredible body turned me on like I had never experienced. I felt my fat, blood engorged member slipping in and out between his thick lips, my whole iron hard member and giant, wormed veins hypersensitive to his oral pleasures. I had never felt so intensely erect or incredibly stimulated.

Suddenly my thick length was throbbing with my climax as my hot cum strained past where Joseph was gripping my cock. Shot after shot fulled his mouth as he took the mouthfuls of my manjuice without effort. I was left gasping at my intense orgasm, begging not to have his hot mouth leave my still rock hard shaft. Josephs dreaded head raised, his eyes meeting mine, his big hand still locked around my cock which hadn't been able to go limp.

"Brother, yuh may be half white, but dis part of yuh is full Jamaican, mon." I just sat there, sweating badly, my cock throbbing in his strong hand.

"I want you bad. I want you to screw me so bad," I blurted out, horny beyond anything I had ever felt. He just grinned, squeezing my hard shaft firmly.

"Patience, mon. We have all night," Josephs other big hand began working at my wet body. "Ill put so much Jamaican up in yuh, mon, you'll feel what its like to be a full blooded brother." I smiled, weak from his hands and my arousal and want for him. I knew I was going to enjoy tonight, all thoughts of my ankle completely lost.

Joseph lifted me up into his massive arms and carried me into his bedroom. I marvelled at his strength, lifting me seemingly without effort, as I felt his iron hard skin while I could. My hands stroked at giant, balled shoulders, his thick biceps. I couldn't imagine what it must have taken to get a body like Josephs.

The huge Jamaican god let me down gently, ordering me out of my clothes, which I did without a second thought. He told me he was going to rub me down with some old Jamaican oils. He told me that my mind and body would have to be as relaxed as it could if I wanted to take his cock. As he stripped, I began to understand what he ment.

Joseph tossed aside his singlet, and dropped his sweats down incredible, sinuous thighs. Between those dark legs, barely even partly aroused hung the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen on a guy!! It hung in a graceful arch away from his massive body, a fat 8 inch hose blacker than any other part of him. Equally large balls hung below it, adding to the formidable sight. Joseph, in all his massive athletic form, was no where near as intimidating as this huge penis I saw hanging in front of me.

"I promise I wont hurt yuh, mon. Ill make sure yuh are completely ready before I put it in yuh." I was unbelieving.

"No way, man! THAT thing?" I was quickly sobering up. Even though Joseph was the biggest turn on I had ever seen, and he was arosing me me beyond believe, seeing the size of his dick was quickly shocking me back to reality. I could barely believe I was starting to make excuses. "I don't think I could take someone your size, man. I don't exactly get much action like that."

"I don't get much either, mon. And I'm sure yuh can guess why. Most guys just freak out like yuh are." I was quiet all of a sudden. Joseph stepped over to me, and I found myself moving into his steel hard embrace, arms like iron girders tightening around me.

"There are things I can do to relax your body, mon. Old tings from Jamaica that can free your mind and body, and make yuh more able. If yuh want to try it." he looked into my eyes with that dark, beautiful gaze. "I promise yuh, mon, if yuh want to take my cock yuh can, and when yuh do, yuh wont feel a bit of pain."

I agreed silently, admitting to myself that I barely wanted to pass up sleeping with this incredible guy. I had no idea what he intended to do to me that would relax me enough to take that trunk without feeling pain. I had to admit I was more than curious, feeling a new arousal spreading through me at Josephs closeness. His massive black body was nothing short of a mountain of rock hard strength, towering above me and around me.

Joseph told me to lie on the bed, face down, which I did as he walked across the room to the tall dresser, opening one of the drawers. I watched from my place on the bed, admiring his steely, dark form. Fuck this guy was big! A guy his size should have been playing football! I suddenly wondered if perhaps he did, suddenly smelling a strange scent hit my nose. I noticed he had lit something in a shallow bowl on the top of the dresser.

Joseph walked over to the side of the bed, putting down a bottle and a short, thick blunt on the bedside table. I felt his weight suddenly as he climbed atop me, feeling that massive, limp penis laying against the small of my back. Mine was semi stiff under me, quickly throbbing up as Joseph began preparing himself, reaching for the bottle.

"Just relax, mon. Yuh are gonna feel great."

I flinched slightly as I felt a suddenly, cold shock against my stocky shoulders. I quickly relaxed as I felt Josephs big hands begin to sweep over my back, spreading something cold across my skin. It tingled in a way that I couldn't describe, but between that and his strong, working hands, my muscles began to turn to jelly. I felt the giant Jamaican stop to pour a little more of the oil onto his hands, before feeling that warm, smooth yet firm pleasure return to my back. I heard the gentle slurping as Josephs big hands worked on my body.

I really began to relax as Josephs hands massaged inch by inch my whole body. I was moaning quietly with the pleasure, my head feeling slightly light with the smell that had quickly fulled the room. I felt Josephs big hands starting to work on my tight ass, his thick penis running down my body as he shifted over me. I couldn't believe how I was feeling, my whole body burning with a pleasure more intense than the blow job he had given me, more intense than any experience I had felt with a guy.

Then, slowly, Josephs hands worked down my thighs, spreading more of that strange oil over me. I felt his hands stroke up my thighs, close to my balls, dipping away almost as quick, and then return. His hands worked in the same slow, firm, easy motions, never quickening or slowing, only stopping to oil his hands.

"Yuh have got a beautiful body, Will." he said quietly, as his hands worked down the last of my thick calves. I felt his heavy cock against my back again, then his mouth kiss my neck tenderly. "Turn over, mon."

I did so, my head swimming. I half turned, Joseph gently helping me over with his big hands. I stared up at him, towering over me, shiny with sweat. The room had become hot, smoke swirling in lazy movements around the ceiling. All I could see was this incredible Jamaican over me, his body massive and muscled. My hands groped at his dark body, feeling again that rock hard strength.

I felt Josephs cock brush over mine slightly as he began to work my pecs firmly with his hands. I reached for his giant penis, barely semi hard, wrapping my hand about him. He felt impressively thick even in his unerect state, but my mind was barely registering much by that time as I halfhearted jerked his cock, lost in bliss as Josephs hands rubbed at my neck and shoulders.

The huge Jamaicans cock slipped out of my hand as he eased down to work my thighs. Joseph paused in his massage to direct a little attention to my still rigid cock, firmly rubbing the oil up and down my fat length. It tingled and burned with a strange sensation as he fisted it slowly. I barely had the strength to squirm as every stroke caused blinding waves of pleasure to shock through my stocky body, my hypersensitive cock alive with the burning, smooth sensations of Josephs hand. I groaned as his hand slurped a few times back up and down my length before I felt my balls empty themselves violently over my stomach.

Through the quickly thickening haze I watched as Josephs massive body loomed towards me. His cock pressed snug against my oiled body as he reached over to the dresser. I heard the flick of a lighter and then the dull red glow of the thick blunt at his mouth. Taking heavy drags of it, Joseph fulled his huge lungs with the smoke before lowering himself down to kiss me.

My arms went up around Josephs massive shoulders, my mind exploding as he breathed the smoke into my own lungs. I felt myself gasping for breath, too weak to do much more than rub at thick, sinewed black muscles as Joseph kissed me Joseph deeply and passionately. He repeated the process again, puffing strongly, and kissing me, fulling my lungs with the smoke. My head felt spaced out. I felt incredible though, with Joseph pressing hard against me, his huge body over me.

"Its just gunja, mon. Weed. Don't fight it, it will help yuh to relax."

I managed a weak smile and whispered hoarsely. "I think I'm past that..."

"Good, mon. Just enjoy it."

I smiled stupidly as he started kissing me again, this time more fully and passionately as I relaxed more to the effects of the gunja. I felt so surrounded by Joseph, feeling little more than his thick dreads as I groped for his back. They fell over his massive arms, and shoulders as he made love to my mouth. My hands worked down his huge back, feeling steel hard muscles as he began gently moving against me. I felt that giant cock rubbing against my cum slicked stomach.

"I'm gonna put so much of my Jamaican seed up in yuh yuh gonna become a full blood, mon." I smiled up at that beautiful, dark face as me looked into my eyes. "And I'm gonna make sure yuh have just as much chance to make me your brother like dat. Ill take yuh right back to your roots, mon."

"God, yeah." I whispered, my hands slid off Josephs sweaty back as he moved down my body and began sucking my cock again.

I began to move gently against his face this time, watching mindlessly the thick smoke above me as I fucked Josephs mouth. I barely realised how little I was moving, the huge Jamaicans hands clamped on either side of my body as his mouth sucked my shaft effortlessly to the base. I could do little more than stroke his massive biceps and forearms, feeling strength there I had never felt in any man.

As quickly as Joseph had started the oral sex, my cock finished it, as I came again and again into his hot young mouth. I had lost control of my body to his hands, his mouth, every part of him. I was too weak to do anything more than stare at his huge, muscled body, my body wet with oil and sweat and cum, hot from the heat of the room and the arousal of the sex I was engaging in.

Then, Joseph moved between my thick legs. I let out a deep moan as he hefted my legs up, pushing them gently back. He shifted his giant body between then, and I did my best to hold them back, but I just flopped in my weakened state. Joseph told me to just lie still as he pressed against me with his massive body, getting something from the bedside table.

I lay there, staring into the smoke, staring at Josephs muscled body. He was a dreaded giant, and now in my high, almost limp relaxed state, I was begging for him to fuck me with his every inch. I looked over his massive chest, dripping now with sweat as he scooped some strange mix from a small jar with his fingers, putting the jar aside.

"Relax, mon. Dis will help loosen your ass up."

"Your incredible, bro. Your so good looking..."

"Don't talk, mon. We are almost there. I want to make you my brother in spirit. I want to give yuh part of me dat so few have taken."

With that I felt his fingers press at my asshole. My ass burned suddenly as his thick, goo covered fingers rubbed at my hole. I squirmed, almost in pain as he rubbed harder, one finger suddenly pressing straight up into my depths like a hot knife through butter. Then another as he pushed a little harder, my ass opening effortlessly in seconds. Whatever he was smearing onto my ass was burning like hell, but at the same time making me looser than if he had fucked me for five hours on end.

My cock suddenly exploded again as Joseph eased his fourth thick finger up my ass, easing then gently around, smearing more and more of that strange substance around my ring of muscle. I was moaning as his thick fingers worked me, not fucking me, but gently pressing and rubbing around my ring as each easy stroke loosened me up more and more. By the time he finally pulled his fingers out, I felt like I could have taken a baseball bat up there. The hot burning had subsided to a dull, throbbing warmth.

I felt soaked, wet and hot. As Joseph began to move over me again, I felt like I was in some tropical jungle. My head was lighter than ever, my whole body was sweaty, drenched from chest to waste in cum. The room around me was dark, humid and thick with smoke and heat, and that smell that had make my mind drift so much. I had no idea if it was real or just the effects of the smoke and heat and gunja.

Kneeling between my upraised legs, slowly slicking his massive, hardening erection was this Jamaican god, looking every inch an immortal being in the dark, misty gloom. His massive chest and shoulders slowly dripped with sweat and moisture as he went about the task of slowly hardening himself. I mumbled something in disbelief as I watch Joseph rubbing himself slowly, his dreads falling down over his massive form.

Joseph had to have been at least a foot long, and thicker than any man I'd ever been with. I watched him there, slowly lubing his length, preparing to make love to me. I awed at him, his size, his grace, his massive black muscles and long dreads. I felt a sudden pride in my Jamaican blood as I prepared to worship this island god in this room that could have been somewhere in the thickness of Jamaica itself.

Joseph moved slowly over me, my head swimming from the heat and the drugs and the sight of his huge organ shifting into place at my ass. He put his hand gently on my shoulder, kissing me as his dreads fell down over his shoulders, falling away from his massive back. I slowly lifted my hands up to his huge, muscled shoulders with what felt like incredible effort, finally feeling that wet, iron hard flesh.

Joseph spoke something softly in Jamaican to me as he began to move. I felt that giant presence at my ass, preparing blindly for the pain as he arched over me. Instead my mouth opened in a soundless moan as inch after inch of his huge Jamaican shaft eased up into me. My whole being seemed to slowly open to his advance as half of his cock drove through my ring. He paused a second there, as I stared up at his dark eyes.

"See, mon. I promised I wouldn't hurt yuh."

"Keep doing it." I whispered hoarsely. He smiled as his fat head pressed further into my guts, and impossibly the rest of his steely shaft sunk up my ass.

I lay there, coming to terms with having somehow taken Josephs whole foot long cock without pain. A strange new feeling consumed my body, beyond the heat, drugs and having Josephs huge body now in my arms. I felt every inch of Josephs penis throbbing inside me, almost like some new part of me. I welcomed it mentally like my body had somehow welcomed it without pain, wanting him never to part with me.

Then he started fucking me, moving in slow, foot long stroke that had my whole being writhing under him. My body was exploding with a blinding pleasure, my ass experiencing every inch, every hard steel like part of Josephs throbbing rod. I moaned loudly, praying to this huge Jamaican god as he answered every prayer again and again, possessing me so fully with his long penis.

My fingers slipped to Josephs massive biceps as he rose up on me, still grinding slowly, rhythmically in and out of my body. I felt myself climaxing as I saw his huge, muscled chest, corded and barrelled, his abs unbelievably cut, that tight crop of black pubic hair around his huge base. My own shaft emptied another thick mass of white as I watched Joseph moving slowly over me, his dreads falling around him. His head went back, a soft, yet powerful moan escaping his thick lips.

"I have never felt anyone like yuh, mon." his gaze slowly met mine as he towered over me, his slicked piston easing out of me on another long outstroke. Josephs expression looked almost pained. "Fuck, mon! Ive never had it dis deep before! Fuck!"

"Please don't stop." I gasped, my whole insides ebbing outwards like a wave as his cock reached its tip, slowly easing back in.

"No, mon. Never." Impossibly, Joseph looked almost drained of strength as he continued driving me with his penis, sinking back into my guts, pausing a moment.

I lay there silently in my own personal Jamaican island with Joseph. I was aware only of the humid heat, my slow, easy heartbeats. The blinding pleasure that consumed ever inch of my stocky body. I watched Josephs massive body moving in the mists above me, dripping still with sweat, hearing the sounds of his breathing. It came slow, a deep breath in as he pulled slowly back, almost painfully slow. Every bit of air escaping his huge lungs as he slid back in. It sounded almost like the gently waves washing onto a shore, a ocean of pleasure breaking over my body as he fucked me again and again.

I lay there for what felt like hours before I felt his approaching climax. I felt all the signs, heard it in Josephs huge body like a volcano preparing to erupt. Disturbing our misty island paradise, but ultimately consuming us with a deeper, burning pleasure of molten semen. Josephs dark, handsome face twisted almost in an expression of pain, and I braced myself too late as a real flood of liquid exploded in my body.

I felt the massive surge up his length as he drove his cock home in me. My head fell back as wave after wave of searing hot semen coated my guts. I watched Joseph writhe over me, still lodged a foot deep in me, his bright white teeth gritted as he released himself. I felt drenched, inside and out, fulled with his seed. I felt a whole new part of him inside me as he came deep inside me.

Slowly, after an equally long time, Joseph slowed, dropping on his hands over me, panting, still connected at my ass. He paused only a moment, catching his breath, slowly easing himself back. His giant penis pulled again through my sensitive muscle as I felt my dick react and unload again. I had lost count, almost covered as much in cum as I was in sweat. The heady smell sex had joined the scent of gunja, sweat and drugs in the air.

I felt Joseph slowly turning me, pulling me onto my hands and knees as I flopped under him. I lay there for a long while as I listened to the slurping. I felt that beautiful sensation pressing open my ass again as he put a massive arm up under me, pulling me tight against his hot muscles. My body slipped easily into the curve of his as his giant member came to rest hilt deep up in me again. I felt that heavy, welcome presence of his huge balls, hanging against my thighs.

Bracing himself with one huge arm, Joseph began fucking me again, this time from behind in far shorter, slightly harder strokes. I felt the power behind his cock, driving in me, his movements coming deep within his wide, muscular hips. My body rocked under his as we both moved with each fuck, in and out. His dreads showered down around me, swinging slightly, as I imagined almost for a second they were mine.

Joseph began drawing more deeply, undulating his whole body up in me with each stroke. We both moaned, gasped, mouths working in the soundless throes of sexual intercourse. Where this giant Jamaican had fucked me with unbelievable restrain and ability beyond his massive frame, he was now working in a style I would have guessed him for. Strong, powerful, long strokes that left me gasping as widely as the slow style he had just opened my whole soul with.

I felt every inch of Joseph again in a whole new light as he screwed me with that giant shaft of his. I heard his voice, rumbling deep against my back, gasping again in Jamaican as his strokes became harder, faster, driving like lightning in me. Our once calm, silent island had now been whipped up by a storm as his cock drove through my assring, breaking me with just as blinding a pleasure as before.

With one final, foot long fuck, that incredible climax exploded up in me again, like a gunshot. Wave after wave after wave of Jamaican cum fulled me again as Joseph released his manhood within me. I hung in his huge arm, feeling my hard cock dripping with the slight, semenal dribbles of yet another countless climax. I slipped from his sweat and cum slicked forearm as he left me down, gently turning me with big, firm hands as his cock slid from my ass.

"I tink yuh have enough in common wit me to be my brother now, Will." he said with a smile. I smiled back up at him weakly, his voice lowering considerably as he lowered his lips to kiss mine gently. "I know yuh enjoyed that, mon, as much as I did."

I felt his big hand gently squeezing and stimulating my cock, his other wrapping tightly around his as he began fisting himself, lubed by sweat, cum and the juices of my ass. I lay there, as powerless as ever to stop him, not wanting to in the least as my climax stirred in my balls. Joseph dropped his cock to catch my white cum as I squirted into his palm. Then, he returned to jacking himself off, as his own high left his gasping minutes later, his hand running over with the semen he contributed to mine.

Joseph slowly mixed the sperm in his cupped hand before drinking a little to his thick lips. I opened my mouth as he slowly dribbled the remaining manjuice over mine. It fell like the heavy drops of rain after the storm that had just passed, splashing against my face, most of it running between my lips as I put my tongue out greedily for it. I tasted the thick, white drips, salty and heavy as he licked the last of his palm, then joined my lips in a semen soaked kiss.

For the third time the night we joined deeply, in the passionate bonds of love as this Jamaican god kissed me for long hours. My hands went up over his wet shoulders, his massive arms pulling around mine, joining us body and soul as brothers and intimate lovers. I felt so much then, the heat, his body, the moisture, smelling the sex and gunja, tasting his lips, our cum.

I don't know where I slept, if I slept, how I slept. Somewhere between Josephs bedroom and this dark island of my mind, where our bodies had joined in hours of gentle and violent lovemaking. Between sleeping beautifully and waking to feel Josephs massive Jamaican shaft stirring my gut again. I drifted in and out like tides, like his giant penis fucking me again and again.

Joseph was nothing short of a huge Jamaican god, and I had died and gone to his heaven where he was now joined with me for all eternity.

I woke up the next morning, knowing it wasn't a dream, but barely recalling much of the night before beyond the first few fucks. I rolled over in the bed, noticing an old style alarm clock beside me, ticking loudly away. Its thin hands declared it was about quarter past four. I looked around the room, noticing a window open, a soft breeze blowing through, the light of the afternoon fulling the room. I noticed that it didn't look like the place I had spent the night with Joseph.

I felt somewhat dry and warm between clean sheets, my stocky body still smelling strongly of sex. I guessed Joseph had put me here after we had finished having sex. After what we had done, and what I guessed the state of his bed was like, I wasn't much wondering why. I just lay there, enjoying the quiet afternoon, not put out in the least I was missing classes. That was the absolute least of my concerned.

After a while I slipped out of bed, and wandered out of the room, still completely naked. It wasn't something I did often, and I enjoyed the soft breeze against my stocky body, the feeling of my cock hanging free between my big legs. I walked into Josephs small lounge, hearing his hard grunts.

I walked in to see Josephs big, spread legs, the huge Jamaican lying back on a benchpress, lifting what looked like an impossible weight. I smiled at the sight of his grey sweatshorts pulled tight over the massive bulge of his groin. I walked over to him quietly, watching this beautiful black man heave lift after lift of weight up from his huge chest. His hulking black muscles strained and bulged under his loose black singlet, chest and arms cording up with massive sinews with each press.

"Afternoon, mon!" he smiled, face twisted with exhaustion. His body looked breathtaking laid out before me, tensed hard like iron, beaded with sweat.

"Hey," I said, joining him at the end of the bench, sitting between his massive thighs.

"So...UHH...yuh enjoyed last night dun, huh?" Joseph let the massive weight down gently onto the sit and slowly eased up into a sitting position with me. His dreads fell around his huge body.

"That's a rhetorical question, right?" I grinned. I slid into Josephs huge arms as he took my mouth in an empassioned kiss. Our lips messed, tongues pressing deeply as we kissed hard, hands exploring each others bodies again. It felt familiar, nice.

"Yuh feeling ok dun?" he asked, letting me away for a moment. I smelt the slight scent of sex and gunja hanging about his heavy dreads.

"Yeah, sure. I never felt better." I ment it. Dispite having been fucked countless times by this 300 plus pound Jamaican giant, I felt charged and alive.

"And your ankle?"

"What? Something happened to my ankle?" I joked. "Seriously man, why you asking me so many questions?" I slid a hand down his huge chest. "I just want to do what I was too high to do last night." Joseph didn't stop my eager hands tugging at his singlet, loosening his sweatshorts.

"I just never had sex as deep as I had it wit yuh last night," Joseph watched as I undid the drawstring on his shorts. "I mean it, no one has taken me like yuh took me. I spose I'm just a little scared I might have hurt yuh."

"Fuck, hurting was the last this I was feeling," Joseph gave a quirky smile. "Now, are you going to let ME take you like no one has ever taken you?"

"Sure, mon. Who am I to stop my island brothers eager hands?" he quickly lifted off his loose singlet, muscles pulsing. "Just go easy on me, mon."

"I'm not quite as big, but Ill make every inch count." my lips went straight to Josephs hard nipples as my hand slid down into his hot, sweaty shorts. I heard the huge Jamaican suck in a tight breath as my hand eased around his semi hard flesh there.

"I know yuh will, mon."

I was already lost in my work, sucking hard and licking at his nipple. I slowly stroked one hand over his huge black chest, feeling all the hard strength of my Jamaican lover there, feeling his breath quickening. My other hand worked on Josephs mammoth cock, hardening him slowly. His rise was slow, but from the quiet moans I heard, I knew I was giving Joseph a heap of pleasure.

I stopped kissing Josephs huge chest as I felt him struggling with his shorts, both of us rising as he took them off. Again, his giant penis lay exposed to me, this time I wasted no time in putting both hands around it, taking the chance to explore it fully now I wasn't drugged up. It looked just as intimidating as my attentions slowly rose it to full length, Joseph groaning quietly above me, both hands on my shoulders, clad still in his fingerless, black lifting gloves.

"Ah, mon. That feels so good," he groaned, watching as I stroked and toyed with his member.

It was like every inch of the Jamaican, huge, perfect. In time I was rewarded by a foot of incredibly thick flesh rising in front of me. My hands rubbed up and down that huge cock, feeling every inch of its dead straight, thick length. Its head was a little narrower than the rest of his shaft, sheathed completely in an ample foreskin. A hard, fat vein wormed down his hard length, drawing my attention for a moment as I ran a finger slowly down it, following it to his base.

Josephs huge nuts lay between those muscle hardened thighs, just as inviting to my hands as his massive cock. I slid a hand under them, cupping their big weight, gently squeezing and pulling at them my other hand still locked around his thick shaft.

I fantasised about the mammoth organ in front of me, dreaming what it would be like to possess Josephs huge size sexually, wondering how much pleasure I was causing him. I fantasised over Josephs huge muscles, wishing I was like him strength wise, strong enough to take what I wanted, big enough sexually to feel and cause such great pleasure, or pain. I felt lucky enough to be merely on the receiving end of Josephs giant penis and on the giving end also.

I turned my oral attentions gently to that jet black member, hearing Joseph cuss as my mouth took that big head. His hands locked on my shoulders as he sucked in a tight breath. I stopped a second after a thought to spit into my hands to slick up that massive shaft. I saw Joseph reach down to his shorts and pull out a small bottle. He handed it to me, his voice heavy with pleasure.

"Use dis mon."

"What is it?" I half expected it to be some ancient Jamaican thing, like I'd been on the receiving end so much the night before.

"Its not what yuh tink, mon," he replied with a grin. "From Jamaica, yes, but its just a lube."

"And you keep this sort of thing in your shorts?" his grin widened with mine, that beautiful Jamaican face lighting up.

"Only when I have a horny half Jamaican brother staying, who I knows going to want to help out with my afternoon workout."

I opened the bottle, and ended up applying more than half of it to Josephs huge cock before he was completely slicked up. The heavily muscled Jamaican was writhing as I spread the lube along him, and returned my mouth to his narrower head. Joseph leaned back against the crossbar of the weight behind him as I descended on his cock, his gloved hands rubbing gently at my stocky shoulders.

I started to really work on Joseph then, fisting the Jamaican with both hands, in hard, slurping, foot long strokes. Joseph was groaning like some huge island beast, not holding back at all as I unleashed myself on his cock. I gently tried to suck as much of his shaft into my mouth, which was, admitably very little, my mouth stretched to its limits. From the violent groans I guessed Joseph was more than satisfied with my efforts.

With my hands busy, Josephs big, powerful hands stroked aimlessly about my shoulders and back as the Jamaican heaved under me. I felt an incredible arousal, hard to my limits, and a sense of great pride knowing I was causing Josephs throes of pleasure. All his massive strength was mine as I controlled him through his huge sexual organ, controlling his every groan, every twitch with my tongue and hands. One second I drove as deeply as I could on his hard flesh, the next easing back to suck and tongue his head, to lick his slit, tonguing way under his skin.

Then, after many very long minutes I felt Joseph stirring, a feeling I recognised from the previous nights fucking. His huge body arched, his hands clamping onto my stocky shoulders, as he writhed under me. I prepared myself, pulling off his head to jack harder, knowing I wasn't ready to risk him cumming completely in my mouth. I felt Josephs huge shaft pulse under my hands and felt his first shot hit the back of my open mouth. His thick, salty cum fulled my mouth as I did my best to take it, the rest splashing against my face and chin, running like a river down his black cock. By the time he had slowed up, I had taken as much cum in my mouth as any normal man would have shot, as much more dripping off my face, and soaking Josephs lap.

I smiled up at Joseph as he grinned back down at me. He had a slightly disbelieving look on his dark face, panting heavily, his huge, thick muscles slicked with his sweaty arousal. I slipped into his cum slicked lap, pulling myself up into his big arms, kissing Joseph deeply, passionately, feeling his hands instantly stroking my stock body. His big hands slid down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks as he used his big strength to grind and slide me against his sweaty, cum slicked groin. I felt him going rigid again quickly as he used me as stimulus, rubbing hard against him.

"You want to try taking that?" I said, glancing down his massive chest at where my cock lay against his thick shaft. Josephs fingertip stroked lazily at my asshole.

"Sure, mon. I been looking forward to dis bit."

He let me out of his huge arms, standing and stepping around with his back to me. He planted his fists tightly around the crossbar of the weights, as I head the leather of his gloves creak. Spreading his thick legs, he stood there, waiting silently. He reminded me of a suspect who had just "assumed a position", his massive form suddenly submissively mine. I wanted to take my time with him, let him experience me like I had him.

I slowly parted his thick dreads like drapes from his back, exposing more incredible, taut black muscles. I felt Joseph arch slowly under my hands as I stroked up his powerful, broad back with both hands. His back, like everything about him was so hard and expansive. The massive Jamaican seemed to be enjoying my exploration as much as I was, as I hefted his dreads in two parts over each shoulder. I wanted to see and feel every muscle in this back when I finally fucked him.

I reached under Joseph to grab his think penis, lubing up my hand with the wetness and cum there, spreading it over heavy balls, deep up his asscrack. God, this guys ass was incredible! Was there nothing I could fault about this guy?! Tight, hard, just begging to be fucked. My hands rubbed, stroked, spreading his asscheeks as my tongue pressed in.

I groan ran through Josephs huge muscles as my tongue made itself at home in his puckering hole. I make love as deep and passionate as our kissing to his ass, tasting sweat, cum, and lube. I put a finger to the task, widening his hole gently before pressing my tongue tip inside him before replacing it with my fingertip. I stood up to watch the reaction as I slid my wet digit home.

Joseph writhed. Groaning as loud as when I had messed with his penis, I watched the muscles in his huge body tense and shift under tight black skin as my finger entered his hot insides. I kept myself slow, working my finger gently but firmly around inside him, watching his massive body squirm. I put a hand on his sweaty, hard back, as I kept fingering him hard, soon working up to a light fucking, his ass clamping tightly occasionally.

After many slow minutes, Joseph began to start loosening. I gently worked up a second, and then a third finger, eager now to get myself up in him, and get my body close to his. The huge Jamaican began to move with my strokes, driving himself back hard on my intruding fingers. I could tell by his empassioned motions he was as eager as I was to feel my cock there.

Talking the small bottle, I emptied the remainder on myself, lubing myself quickly with my right hand. Joseph stood there, anticipating me, breathing heavily.

"Fuck, mon. What I'd give to be back on da beaches of Jamaica right now, hugging a coconut tree." I smiled as widely as I knew he was, quickly moving up close to him, pressing my head against his loosened asshole.

I felt the huge weight of Joseph sitting back on my shaft as soon as I was in place, quickly shoving myself, grabbing his broad, muscular hips. On the first press, I sunk halfway up his ass, sliding straight through his tight ring. Josephs ass clamped hard on my thick, 8 inch penis, as I grunted. Shit! His ass could rip a mans cock off if he wanted! I paused there, holding my breath as I let him get used to my size and length before continuing.

Backing off just a little, I heard Joseph let out a groan, as I shoved back hard. I started fucking hard into him, knowing he was more able than any man I'd had sex with of taking me and baring the pain. Slowly each remaining inch slipped up into him, leaving the huge Jamaican gasping as much as I was. I lay against his big back, sunk to my base up his incredible ass, feeling the heat and wetness there on my cock.

"Fuck, MON! OH YEAH! Payback time, brother. Give me all yuh got. Don't hold back on me, mon."

"I dont think I could if I tried!" I grunted, sweating badly already.

"Just screw me, my Jamaican brother."

I obliged him instantly, unable to control my hard, desperate fucks. Usually any other guy would have been bucking hard under my stocky body. Joseph just stood there, unmoving, taking my solid, 8 inch cock again and again, rocking slightly with me. I just locked my hands onto my muscled hips and drove myself into his ass in steady, quick strokes. Before me, Josephs huge back rolled with sweat, running down deep grooves of muscle. It was only a few short minutes later when I suddenly climaxed up inside him, coming in thick, powerful surges.

"Mon, you are one POWERFUL fucker!"

I pulled myself free of his ass gently, Joseph turning around to take me into his arms, and ease me down onto the bench. I was tiring quickly, after having foolishly not paced my desperate sex. Sitting, the crossbar at my back, Josephs head went straight down onto my dick, hardening me again in moments, sucking me close back to climax before easing up. My thick shaft stood up hard between my stocky legs as Joseph shifted over me, gripping the crossbar behind me.

"Hold it for me, mon." His handsome, dark face was smiling again, as I watched that huge column of flesh shift down in front of me. As my hard erection slid back up into his depths, I wrapped my hands greedily around it, delighting in the fact his head was right in front of my mouth.

Joseph began moving gently on my shaft, far more restrained than I was. His huge penis slid up and down my chest, a heavy, hot rod in constraint motion against me as he rode my own shaft. I took a second to pull his thick black dreads over me, putting my hands up his hot, sweaty sides.

"God, I love your dreads!" I grunted as we accelerated into a more faster paced fucking. I watched his huge chest in front of me, feeling the raw stimulation in my shaft.

"Grow your hair out, mon. Ill give yuh dreads."

We began moving as a single body, joining so perfectly in our movements. Displaying the skill at lovemaking I had come to expect of Joseph, the huge Jamaican bought my cock surging to its brink several times, holding us both painfully at that limit, as my climax subsided slowly. Then, continuing, he began all over again, driving himself up and down my 8 inches as I attended to his own mammoth shaft with my tongue as it slid into range of my sucking mouth. By the time he had bought me to even one climax, I had caused him to erupt twice, showering us both with his thick white seed.

Dripping with cum and sweat, Joseph eventually let me shoot in him. Holding onto my shoulders with his still gloved hands, he began driving on my aching cock. We both moaned powerfully in the throes of our passion, clawing at each others bodies, his black dreads covering my own shoulders and back.

My huge Jamaican lover increased his pace as I raced towards climax, completely unable to slow or change my fucking as I felt my load build up again. I let out a loud, almost pained moan as I felt my cock surge and erupt in Josephs depths again. He stayed on my cock as it loosened in him, letting me bring his own cock to one final, almost apocalyptic eruption. This time I succeeded in taking more of his beautiful, overbearingly salty orgasm into my mouth.

Joseph slipped off me gently, taking me back into his huge arms again, kissing me again as I stroked and felt him over. We sat there silently, enjoying each others close presence, warmth, listening quietly to the sounds of our breathing, and the afternoon as it drew to a close outside.

"Mon, maybe I will take yuh back wit me to the beaches of Jamaica next time I go back der. We can make love on our homeland."

I smiled, my face against his huge chest. "So, this means you want to see me again?"

"Fuck, mon, I'd be crazy not to," I looked up to see him smiling at me with those beautiful white teeth. "I wouldn't mind getting to know yuh a WHOLE lot better, mon. I get the feeling dat wont be all dat hard."

I smiled again, realising I had discovered a whole new part of myself, suddenly finding myself longing for the sex on the shores of Jamaica that Joseph had promised. I knew that was probably only a matter of time.