Longshoreman
Chapter 3
Shane bred me again, but this was love-making once more. I love it when we are face-to-face, kissing, his thick dick deep inside me, my hands on his big muscle ass, urging him to blast another of his huge loads way up my love tunnel. It was never this good when I was with my swimming teammates. With them, it was sex. With Shane, it was better than love-making. There wasn't a word I knew that could describe it. The man had all the moves.
After he pulled out and ate my ass out again, I was hard as steel. I didn't think I could nutt again, but Shane insisted that he needed to get fucked again. I was willing to try.
I needn't have worried. His ass tunnel knows how to suck a dick and make it blast a load. I did take longer than usual (all of four minutes), but he did get filled again. I'm not sure how much cream he got, but my dick sure loved jerking like it was pounding out a big load. I left my dick in his ass and we slept soundly. When I woke up at daybreak, my dick was hard, but had slithered out of his ass. He was facing me. I wanted to pump out another load, but I didn't want to wake him. I felt for his dick. Limp. Damn! Well, that just gave my big black balls more time to make more jizz for his ass. He sure loved taking my cream.
When I woke up again, Shane was giving me a blowjob. I was already on the verge of another climax. How did he do that? Within seconds, I was shouting, "Oh, SHIT!" and filled his mouth with my creamy juices. He sucked harder and swallowed twice. His attempts at deep throating me were pointless. I'm just too big. But, he did try.
I pulled him up to me and kissed him, savoring the taste of my load. His hard dick pressed against my ass. I pulled my legs into my chest and invited him inside me. He slipped in easily and sank to the last inch of his fat dick. "You can never fuck me too much," I whispered around a passion-laden kiss. "Fill me up and eat me out!" I moaned as his pace increased.
"Ah, FUCK!" he exploded. His load poured into me, filling me like no one ever has. His massive loads have to be experienced to understand that they are truly huge. I'm sure you've seen some guys jacking off and pounding out a dozen squirts of hot jizz on the internet. Shane is one of those guys. And he doesn't have to wait two or three days to have that volume of baby gravy stored up to pump out his titanic loads.
Shane pulled out and ate me out like I'd begged him to do. He pressed my legs into my chest and licked away for several minutes. Then, he flipped on to his back and insisted that I sit on his face to get more of his dick gravy out of my ass. I was eager to comply, because I could suck his cream covered dick and probably eat his ass out and taste my loads from last night. Cum pigs are us!
We went out to breakfast at one of Shane's favorite cafes. I ordered eggs benedict at his urging and he ordered their special omelet stuffed with gorgonzola cheese, Kalamata olives, and Serrano ham. I couldn't decide which order I enjoyed more. But, what I did decide was that our waiter had a gorgeous ass. He treated Shane like they were old friends.
"You ever fuck with him?" I whispered, leaning over the table.
"Nope," Shane said. "His boyfriend keeps him very happy, or so I've heard."
"That couple over there in the booth on the far side," I nodded toward the left, "they sure do check us out a lot."
"The guy on the right looks vaguely familiar, but the other one I've never seen before," Shane admitted. "But, I think they're checking you out, not us."
I'm sure I blushed. "Nah, their eyes glide to you all the time," I defended. "They are almost conspiratorial as they talk about us. I think that one guy knows you, because he's doing most of the talking and the other guy is looking surprised, but eager to hear more. Shane, do you have a mysterious past that would keep them so intrigued?"
He laughed. "I'm the dictionary definition of boring, white bread," he said. "You know, that one guy that does most of the talking, I think he looks like our voyeur."
"NO! Really?" I blurted out. I checked the possible voyeur out again. "You could be right," I admitted. "But, with his clothes on, I can't be sure."
Shane laughed at that. "He doesn't seem to have that problem with us," he smirked. "Wanna bet we see both of them in that apartment across the way tonight?"
"Not a chance I'd bet against that sure thing," I smiled. "We should give them a special show, maybe with the lights on!"
"That's bold!"
"I'll probably chicken out," I sighed. "But it would sure be fun!"
The rest of the day, we shopped for groceries, did some window shopping, and walked along the Navy Pier, taking some time to walk around Millennium Park and do some people watching. There were some real hot men out today. A number of them had only shorts on, displaying their beautiful bodies for all to see. Shane admitted to fucking with a couple of them, but those men ignored him like he wasn't there.
"I can see why you'd think they were hot enough to take to bed," I said. "But, they have no social graces if they're ignoring you. Obviously, they're jerks."
"I'll agree with you on both of them. And they weren't all that good in bed, anyway."
We ate lunch from a street vendor and went back to Shane's condo. He flipped through the television listings and found a European bike race, to be followed by a swimming event for Olympic qualifying. I had never followed bike racing, but was really getting into it as Shane explained to me what it was all about. He said that the Tour de France would start in a couple of weeks and we'd watch it together on the weekends. The one we were watching though was the Giro di Italia. And the butts on those cyclists were amazing. Most of them had very slender butts, so they could climb the mountains, but a few of them were sprinters or work horses (someone that called a "domestique"). They had butts that were more like Shane's, but not nearly as round or muscular.
"There are a lot of bike trails just east of Chicago that were once old railroad beds. We should try them sometime. We could toss the bikes in the back of my SUV and go to a trailhead. There are lots of places to go and things to do along those trails," Shane suggested. "If you don't have a bike or the right bike, we can always rent one."
"I have one," I replied. "But, it is going to need some servicing. I haven't ridden it since I was about 12."
"It will still fit you though, right?"
"Yeah, I was almost six feet tall when I was 12, so the bike is adult size."
"Good. How about next weekend?"
"How about tomorrow?" I countered.
"Uh, sure," Shane agreed. "But, can you get your bike serviced before that?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess we can't go tomorrow then. I'll get it into a bike shop this week and it'll be ready for the weekend."
Shane checked the weather forecast to see if next weekend held the promise of good weather. It was good, but a week out wasn't all that reliable. "Let's plan on the weather holding and go out on the bikes Saturday. I'll scout some trails in the meanwhile." I agreed with his plan and we went back to the Giro di Italia. Later, the swim meet was one in Germany. I knew none of the competitors. But, I enjoyed watching them in all their events. Several of them were very good, getting times close to the Olympic or world record. At least three of them had huge packages.
"Probably all potatoes and no meat," Shane laughed. I know I looked confused. "All balls, small dick," he clarified.
"Oh, yeah, that's possible. But, did you see that one guy with the really long dick that was laying off to the right. It had a big head on it too," I pointed out.
"Which one was that?" Shane wondered. I pointed out the man in question as he left the pool. The camera quickly panned up, so we only got a glimpse of his manhood. "Wow! That is a big one. I wonder if he's gay and gets hard when he's around other swimmers or he's just naturally huge?"
"There's a guy at school," I noted, "who has a really big dick. It embarrasses him a lot because it hangs so big. One of my swim team members asked him if it was ever hard. The guy assured him that it did get very hard and got bigger too. But, my gay friend couldn't get the guy to play, so we don't know how big it gets."
"So, how big is it soft? Size queens always need that information," Shane laughed.
"I'd say it's about 8" soft, with a heavy foreskin. The head is big enough to leave a pronounced ridge under that foreskin," I revealed. "The guy is kind of a dork without social skills. But, I think his big dick embarrasses him so much that he tries to avoid any personal interactions with people in general. And it isn't like he can hide that monster somehow in his pants. It's just too fuckin' big!"
"That's too bad he's embarrassed by it. He'd be a big hit in the gay community," Shane replied. "Maybe, he'll get more comfortable when he's in college and doesn't have to show it all in a physical education class. Or he may find a way to stuff it up his ass," he laughed.
"I've defended him every time someone makes a mean comment about his big dick. I just tell them that they're envious of his manhood and wish they had one just like it instead of that oversized clit of theirs. That usually gets them to back off. One asshole wanted to come to blows over my defense and description of his little dick. But, another guy said that he did in fact have a little dick and he was jealous. So, he's the one that got laughed at, not the guy with the monster dick."
I slipped down the sofa and lay my head in Shane's lap. We continued watching the swim meet for another five minutes or so. At that point, his lap was getting lumpy. I attempted to move a little bit, thinking it could be a fold in his pants fabric. When I turned my face slightly, I felt a long, thick tube that was getting very hard and longer. I smiled and rolled over enough to undo his pants and pull his big dick out. My mouth went down on him immediately. I could taste his sweet precum sliding over my tongue.
His right hand slid down my back and into my pants. I felt his fingers explore my wet asshole. Wiggling my ass, I doubled my sucking efforts. "You'll make me cum if you keep that up," he warned. I wanted a mouthful of his baby batter, several if he sprayed out his usual volume, so I sucked harder. "I'm gonna cum! Here it comes!" he bellowed. I started swallowing instantly. I knew he was going to unload another massive load by the way he was thrusting his dick into my face. His climax was making him shuddered with pleasure. His finger continued to fuck my ass. If he kept that up, I was going to cream my pants.
But, his climax peaked and he lost all need to finger my hole. However, my dick was hard and throbbing. I needed to nutt in the worst way.
"I need to fuck you. Now, Shane!" I whimpered. He slipped from beneath me, lowered his pants and got on all fours in front of me. I didn't bother to lube him up with my tongue. I was right on the edge of a climax. Tasting his ass would push me into a monster climax and I'd nutt in my pants. Quickly, I pulled my pants down, whipped out my dick and pressed the big, black head against his back door. My dick jerked hard as the head slipped inside him. I pushed harder and more of my dick entered him. Another climax wave smashed into me and I went deeply into his ass. Shane grabbed my ass from behind and held me inside him.
"Yeah, fill me up, Baby," he begged. "Breed that big ass!" That was already happening. It was just a matter of how much of my sperm he was going to get. The way my dick was jerking and thrusting, I knew it was a big load. I was on his back, thrusting hard into his hole. My arms had wrapped around his chest and continued to pull him back into each horny shove. My hips wanted me to go deeper, but there wasn't a quarter inch of my dick that wasn't buried up his white, muscle butt. "Yeah, JR! You da man! Give me all that sweet cum."
When I finally regained my senses, I glanced out the window. I checked on the voyeur's apartment, but didn't see anyone there. Besides, I could barely see into it when I was standing on my knees behind Shane. With my climax over, my dick slowly shrunk and slipped out. Some of my cream slid out with the dick exit. Of course, I had to lick it up.
We pulled our pants up. Before we sat back down on the sofa, I kissed him to share the cream I'd pumped into his hole as well as some remnants of his nutt when I blew him.
For dinner, we made taco salad. Delicious! Shane's a wonderful cook. Dessert was another mutual breeding and rimming. We did that in front of the window with the lights out. Yeah, I chickened out.
I'd have stayed longer on Sunday, but I had homework to finish and I needed to begin studying for my finals. Shane understood, but lingered with me as I jammed yesterday's clothes into a gym bag. With a final kiss that nearly led to another breeding session, I left for home. I was feeling a little depressed when I finally crawled into my bed. I missed Shane's strong arms around me and his tight hole and big dick and monster loads. Get a grip, I told myself. You have school tomorrow and you need to be alert. Stop fussing about what you can't have right now and be grateful for what you got this weekend.
The next two weeks flew by. I only had time on Saturdays to be with Shane. But, we did manage to get that bike trip in that we'd scheduled last week. The day was beautiful and we covered about 30 miles. But, I needed Sunday to study for my finals. Before I left on the last Sunday morning, I mentioned my graduation and wished that he could be there for me. But, it was in the evening and in the middle of the week. He said he'd be there anyway, even if he had to take the day off or, perhaps, work the night shift.
He called me Wednesday morning and said that he'd see me at the graduation. I took the bus over to his condo and handed him an entry ticket. Of course, we fucked like rabbits until early evening, when I had to get back home and don my graduation gown. I was nervous as a cat at the dog pound. The graduating class marched in and sat in chairs on the gymnasium floor. Invited guests were seated in the bleachers. I didn't seem him as we walked in, but I scanned the audience while the commencement droned on. Finally I spotted him and grinned broadly. He smiled back and licked his lips, making a suck-my-dick motion, and then blew a kiss at me. I nearly laughed out loud. Now that I knew where he was, I looked for my parents. They were easy to spot. There weren't that many black parents in attendance.
One by one, we walked up on to a raise platform, shook the hand of the principal, and received our diploma. Big fuckin' deal, I sighed. Now I can work at a burger joint making minimum wages. Oh, joy! But, at least all that high school drama is behind me now.
My parents clapped loudly and took pictures. So did Shane. Before I dumped the rented gown, I met my parents for some additional pictures. I introduced Shane as a very good friend, but didn't mention how I'd met him or what our relationship was. He offered to take several pictures of my parents and me at the proud moment. My swim coach congratulated me and told me how much I'd be missed and to make us all proud at Northwestern. Other members of my swim team also gathered around. I introduced Shane to them as well, adding a special wink to the ones I used to fuck with. Shane caught that right away. My parents were oblivious.
Shane surprised me by inviting my parents over for a celebration dinner on Saturday night. They weren't sure what to say, not knowing who Shane really was. I asked them to please accept. They'd love the views from his wonderful downtown condo and I added that Shane's a great cook. "How do you feel about steaks on the grill and some baked potatoes with a few sides?" he suggested. My dad's a major steak and potatoes kinda guy, so he readily accepted. Ever gracious, my mother said that she's bring dessert. Shane told her that she really didn't have to, but she insisted. He agreed.
My parents had already set up a special celebration dinner on graduation night for just the three of us at the best Italian restaurant in the Chicago area. It wasn't cheap, but this was a special occasion. Now that I'd reached my majority, Dad ordered wine with dinner. Rather than a bottle, he suggested a glass each. Immediately, I knew I wasn't a fan of red wine. I left most of it in the glass as we finished the antipasto. He noticed that I was avoiding the wine. "Not what you had in mind, JR?" he asked.
"I'm not a fan of it, no."
"You're like your mother that way," he smiled and squeezed her hand. "She doesn't like red, either. Let's try a white wine." Mom suggested I take a sip of hers to see if I liked it.
"Too sweet," I said. "It isn't bad, but not my taste."
When our waiter returned with the main course, he suggested something drier that they had as their house wine. The guy was totally delicious looking with those dark good looks and sweet ass. He gave me a sample taste. "Oh, yeah, this is much better." I thanked him and stared at his ass as he walked away to fetch my wine.
"So, uh, JR. How did you meet Shane? He seems like such a well-grounded young man."
"And so mannerly," my mother added.
Thinking quickly, I said, "I met him the night I turned 18. We struck up a conversation and I found out that he's a longshoreman. He's a fascinating man. He knows so much for a guy who didn't get any farther than high school. He wanted to go to college, but couldn't afford it," I added.
"Such a shame," my mom clucked.
"You'll love his condo. It's on the 28th floor and has an amazing view of the lake and the lights of part of the city," trying to divert the obvious question about staying overnight with a perfect stranger. And he is perfect, I smiled to myself.
Our waiter arrived with my glass of wine and asked if we were enjoying the meal. I was ever so grateful for the interruption. My parents returned to the meal, seemingly forgetting about the question that must be burning through their minds. Dad paid for dinner and we went home. I went to bed early. The wine hit me harder than I thought it should. Maybe I was just tired from all the excitement of the graduation.
I started working for my father the next morning. He showed me what needed to be done. It was all coming back to me as I worked farther into the day. I was exhausted by 4 p.m. Dad took me home, mom fed me and I fell asleep in front of the television. Friday was much the same. On Saturday morning, I took my parents to the restaurant where Shane I had eaten breakfast a few weeks ago. I suggested that they try the eggs benedict and the special omelet. Mom ordered the benedict and Dad went for the omelet. I had the special of the weekend which was a French toast smothered in strawberries and whipped cream. There was a small puddle of scrambled eggs on the side, plus and a mixture of sliced fresh fruit. Dad and Mom had the same sides on their plates.
"I'm spending my first paycheck on the best parents anyone could hope for," I smiled as I picked up the bill. My father pays all his workers weekly on Friday afternoon.
"You should be saving your money for college," my mother admonished.
"He's a grown man, Edna," my dad reminded her. "He can do as he pleases. Just don't make a habit of blowing all your money as soon as you get it, JR," he added with a smile.
As we were leaving, Shane called my cell. He said that he'd arranged for a parking space below his condo building that we could use for the evening. He gave me the access code for the garage door as well as for the elevator. I told my dad of Shane's thoughtfulness. "We'll have to thank him for that," he said. "Parking downtown is always very bad, especially on the weekends with all the restaurants running at full capacity in summer."
At the appointed hour, we drove into the basement of the condo building and rode the elevator to the 28th floor. Shane greeted us in the hallway before his door. He offered them a before-dinner drink and then let them admire the view while he finished up some last minute details in the kitchen. Joining us in the living room, he stood with them watching the lake. I was standing nearby with a glass of white wine. Shane already knew my preferences.
"With dinner," Shane was saying, "you have a choice of wine or a cocktail. I have a pretty full bar. After we serve your dessert, Edna, we'll toast our new high school graduate with champagne." My parents caught the "our" reference, but let it slide. "How well do you want your steaks cooked?"
"Make mine medium," my dad said. "And Edna likes hers burned," he smiled.
"Medium to well done is fine," Mom smiled, ignoring my dad's jab.
"And you like yours medium also, right JR?" Shane confirmed. I nodded.
When Shane went into the kitchen, my dad volunteered to help him on the small terrace where the grill was set up. "I can always use the company, if not the help," Shane agreed. The terrace was just big enough for the grill, a café table, and two small chairs. The view, however, sucked big time. It looked at an office building, and it wasn't a very new one. In fact, he needed to be torn down and something else built in its place. Some developer could probably knock it down and build another high-rise condo building and make a fortune.
Mom and I worked in the kitchen for a few minutes getting the baked potatoes split and opened as well as the condiments for them on to the table. We put the potatoes back into the warming oven until the steaks were ready.
When Shane came back in, he said, "Sorry about not having appetizers, but I find that they ruin the dinner, rather than enhance it. Everyone fills up on hors-oeuvres instead of dinner." That got a quick agreement out of my mother.
"For a cocktail party, they're fine, but for a meal, it makes little sense," she said.
A few minutes later, Shane returned with the steaks with my dad trailing behind. My dad smiled at Mom and nodded. Mom smiled back. Shane looked a little disconcerted, but still had a big smile for me. What's going on, I wondered.
When dinner was finished, dessert eaten, and the dishes cleared away, Shane poured champagne into four beautiful crystal glasses. "To the graduate, with HONORS!" he said. They all raised their glasses and clinked them together.
After a sip, my dad turned to Shane, and said, "And to the best son-in-law we'll ever have! Congratulations Shane and JR!" I nearly dropped my glass. I did sputter, that's for sure.
Before anyone could say anything else, Shane said, "I had a meaningful chat with your dad on the terrace while we were cooking the steaks."
And my mom added, "We've always hoped you'd find a wonderful man to share your life with. You've certainly struck platinum with Shane."
I was starting to tear up, but I fought the tears back. "The three of you have made me the happiest man in Chicago. Thank you!" I hugged Shane and then kissed him.
"Get a room!" my dad laughed.
"How long have you known?" I asked my parents.
"Oh, since you were a little boy," Dad revealed. "All we ever wanted was your happiness in whatever form that took. You hit a home run with the first real man in your life, other than me, of course." We laughed at his qualifier.
"Shane?" I wondered. "You could have warned me."
"Your dad sprung it on me on the terrace. I didn't have time to tell you about that revealing conversation until now."
"What did you say to him, Dad?" I asked.
"I just asked him if he was gay. He certainly doesn't look it with his demeanor and such. When he said that he was, I told him he had to do right by you and not use you as a toy or someone to use and then discard. He assured me that he had every intention of marrying you. There's a wedding in our future, Edna!"
"Marrying me, Shane?" I asked.
"When you're ready for it, and you don't have school in the way. Yes."
"And if I can't wait that long?"
"Then, I'll make an honest man out of you sooner. After our first date, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You're only 18, so you don't have the experiences that I've had to know how real this is."
"Time for us to go, Edna," my dad said, putting down his glass. "These boys have a great deal to discuss."
"Could you come over for dinner tomorrow?" my mom asked.
Shane glanced at me and smiled. "Sure. What can I bring?"
"Just yourself. And JR," she replied.
After they'd left, I said, "Wow! You could have knocked me over with a breath of air. I thought I was going to collapse from fright when Dad sprung that on me. They are so cool with us as a couple, and with YOU!" I added, grabbing him tightly against me and kissing him. "We need to celebrate by making babies," I leered.
"That'll happen anyway," he assured me. "Let's head for the bedroom. This kind of celebration doesn't require an audience."
We made mad, crazy love all night. I doubt if we got more than three hours of sleep. We had a lazy breakfast and then went back to bed to catch up on the sleep we missed last night. After five more hours, we were refreshed and our butts had been refilled with cum. Shane got up before I did and took another shower. When I finally stirred, I took my shower and joined him in the living room. I noticed paper had been affixed to the window facing the lake.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the paper.
"Can you tell what the letters spell out or is the paper too thick?"
I concentrated for a few moments, and broke into a big smile. "Sharing our happiness with the voyeur! You're so good to that guy." The letters spelled out, "We're engaged!" "We haven't set a date yet, though."
"And we don't need to," Shane said. "You have too much on your plate right now. Get some college behind you, find your niche on the swim team, and live apart from your parents and me for at least a semester, probably the whole freshman year. We can revisit the whole marriage thing then. Besides, we'll still have weekends to make babies."
"You don't want to marry me before then?" I wondered.
"I'd marry you now, but I don't think we're ready for that big step after only a few of weeks of knowing each other," Shane allowed. "You never know. You could find some stud on your team that will sweep you off your feet and we'd be history."
"Not a chance," I insisted.
"You never know," Shane said. "But, I sure hope you remember me when you see those hot bodies all naked and available and oh so eager to take on that huge dick of yours. By the way, I've never seen you in your swim wear. How do you hide that monster in a swim suit?"
"I generally tuck it next to my nuts on the right side. It just makes me look like I have even bigger balls than I really do. And I try to think of something disgusting if I start to stiffen up."
Shane laughed. "And that works?"
"Yeah, most of the time. But, I don't do it all the time. When we're just training, I let it all show. Everyone on the team knows I've gotta big dick. But, I need to practice with my dick tucked so that when I'm in a swim competition, it won't throw me off."
"I hope you'll invite me to your meets," Shane smiled. "I'd love to see that big package standing on the starting blocks."
"If I know you're there, I'll bone up and embarrass myself."
"Get over it," Shane laughed. "I'm proud of you and I know that your horse dick is all mine! The rest of the world can look, but only I can touch and use it for breeding."
And we did wait a full year before we had a June wedding. My parents joined us along with Shane's. It was a great wedding. Shane and I in our tuxedos, our parents overdressed to the max, and my friends and coach on the swim team were gentlemen of honor and best men. It was their choice as to which they wanted to be. Some of Shane's aunts and uncles joined us as well as aunts and uncles on my side. The ones who didn't attend were represented by their children. The younger generation doesn't seem to have any issues with the happiness of two men and their marriage. Oh, and our voyeur friend also attended with his fuck du jour. Unfortunately, that relationship didn't last. But, that's a different tale. From our perspective, it was for the better that he dumped the guy. I thought he was an airhead gold digger.
I decided on a medical career. Graduating from the Pritzker School of Medicine at the University of Chicago, I'm currently serving my residency at the University of Chicago Medical Center. Shane is still working as a longshoreman, but has enough seniority that he is now working days. Between Shane and my dad, my entire medical school costs are completely paid for.
Oh, and our voyeur neighbor is now one of our best friends. He has landed himself a boyfriend, but they aren't talking marriage, yet.
Life is good!
This story is fiction. Your life isn't. Always play safe.
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