My Stranger By: Dapper Hargrave
I put a coin in the machine in front of me and the video screen flickered to life. I couldn't believe I was here... and hoped that no one I knew had seen me come in.
I watched the video for a moment. Some guy, Italian maybe, was thrusting his dick into another man's hole. It was weird. I had read about guy's fucking, of course, and fantasized, but I had never seen it before. My cock stirred in my jeans and I rubbed it a bit.
The door behind me opened and someone stepped in.
"Occupied." I tried to say but my voice failed me and the sound was lost over the moans from the video.
The man who entered the booth was tall, muscular, and black. He was a stranger to me, thank goodness. He smelled slightly of sweat and I wondered if he had just come from the gym. He was certainly built right for it. My eyes drank in the sight of him.
I wasn't sure what to do. This was all so new to me. He stepped close and his breath was hot on my face.
"I know what you need." The stranger growled. "You need a real man, to please a real man."
I was afraid to say anything, afraid my voice would tremble and crack, afraid to confirm his accusation, afraid to deny it. The screen shut off as my coin ran out and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. His ebony skin made it hard to see him in the dark, but his eyes gleamed with the pale reflected light of the light that came under the door of the booth.
His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down.. his big, strong hands. My knees bucked and, without thinking I let myself be pushed to my knees. His zipper, and the bulge behind it, were just a foot or so away from my face. The floor was damp with something... I told myself I didn't want to know what it was as it seeped through my jeans leaving my knees damp.
He didn't push me into his crotch or any of the other stereotypical things I had read about in the magazines. He just waited for couple seconds. I leaned in closer and the smell of him filled my nostrils, making me dizzy, stirring something in my own groin. I can't describe it well but it smelled vaguely of sweat, and cum, and perhaps a bit of piss. I leaned in closer... 8 inches away now. I wasn't sure what to do so I just looked up at him. He stood above me, I could see he was looking down at me, but little else. Waiting. Waiting for me to do what we both knew I wanted to do.
I leaned in closer. The bulge behind his zipper was just four inches away now and it filled my vision. I couldn't think of anything else... I didn't want to think of anything else... but to smell it, to touch it, to taste it.
I never decided to do it, there was no moment when I made that decision... except perhaps when I had entered the seedy little porn shop -- perhaps I had already made my decision then. Now my trembling hands just raised themselves to either side of his zipper and pressed against him. I had been watching other guys in the showers whenever I could get away with it, and had seen pictures in magazines, but all I knew at that moment was that what was in there was big. It was firm but not fully hard and throbbed slightly as my hands touched it through his pants.
I rubbed it slightly and moved my head closer. An inch away, my last chance to back out... to turn and run. My tongue darted out and touched his jeans over the spot where the head rested. I shuddered.
My fingers fumbled with his belt, the button, and the zipper. The jeans slid out of the way as I unzipped him. My tongue bathed his underwear over his cock... the last small barrier between us.
My cock was hard and I reached down to touch it. A quick slap stunned me.
"Pussy boys don't touch their dicks. Pussy boys service the dicks they are presented with."
I nodded. I knew it was time to pull away that last bit of cloth and come face to face with the black cock that waited for me. I wrapped my fingers, less cautious now, around his waistband and pulled it down. The still growing cock raised to meet me. A drop of his honey glistened on the tip, I slid my tongue across it and got my first real taste. I shivered. He moaned gently above me.
I wrapped my lips around the head, unsure what to do or how to do it. He moved in slightly feeding it to me.
"Teeth." He warned.
I pulled my teeth back as well as I could. He was thick and it was a struggle, but he seemed pleased. I leaned in to him, the big black head sliding across my tongue. I gagged.
"Easy, baby, easy. You'll get the hang of it. A cute, white pussy boy like you... this will come natural to you."
I tried to breathe through my nose as I slid up and down the shaft. He was at least 9 or 10 inches but I couldn't get it all in. He was pumping my face now. More of his dick honey, his precum, was coating my tongue.
He lifted my chin slightly and leaned forward in one quick motion. His cock bounced off the back of my mouth. I gagged and was afraid I would throw up.
He did not relent but instead pushed further. My face was red but he couldn't see that. He pulled back out a bit and I had just a moment to suck in a bit of air before he thrust back in. He pushed into my throat and held there. My throat flexed around him. He chuckled above me.
"Good little white boy. Tell me you know that is where you belong."
I couldn't say anything, his big dick was in my throat. I could only moan. He chuckled again.
"Yeah, I knew it."
His big dick was very hard now as he slid it in and out. I held on to his thighs to support myself. I began to adjust and wasn't gagging as much. I had lost my sense of time but I knew I had been on my knees for awhile. My throat was sore and I wanted him to come.
He had other ideas.
He pushed my back, that big black cock sliding all the way out of my mouth for the first time since it had entered. He grabbed me by my underarms and pulled me up. He spun me around to face away from him. His expert fingers undid my belt and my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. I knew what was next. I whimpered.
"What's up?" A whisper came from my right.
"Gonna break me in a new pussy." My stranger said. I looked up to see who he was talking to. The door to our little video booth was open and a couple guys were standing at the door, looking in. They didn't move in, however, seeming to wait for his permission. He gave them no indication but just went back to what he was doing.
I felt his fingers at my hole, rubbing something wet and slippery. His finger probed further in. He was impatient now, moving quickly to two and then three fingers. Drilling into me, stretching open, spreading me and getting me ready.
His hand was on my back pushing me to lean down, his foot kicked the inside of mine until I spread my legs apart as far as the jeans at my ankles would allow. I knew my ass checks were spread apart a bit now, my hole more exposed. I shivered.
"Pop that cherry." One of the men at the door said.
My stranger pressed the tip of his cock against my hole, pressing it against the ring of my hole but not yet entering me.
"Beg for it, bitch. Tell me how much you want this big, black dick to pop your cherry ass."
I felt silly -- and frightened, but aroused. "Please, I need it. Please pop my cherry."
His big hands wrapped around my waist and he jerked me back towards him. It was a small motion, an inch or maybe less, but it was enough for his dick to push my ass lips open enough for his cock to reach just inside.
It hurt and I instinctively tried to stand up. His hand hit my shoulder blades and pushed me back down.
"Take it bitch boy." One of the men watching chuckled. I barely noticed him though as my stranger pushed relentlessly against my resisting ass.
"Gonna break you in right, boy." My stranger growled. "You're never gonna be the same. You'll want every cock up this little whole but I'm gonna stretch you out so much that no other man will be able to fill you again."
I was sure he was right as he pushed deeper and deeper. His thick dick felt like it was ripping me open.
Tears ran down my face and I wished for the first time that he would stop. I whimpered.
"Yeah, you love that, don't you boy?" He said, misunderstanding my whimper. "You just love that cock."
I couldn't talk.
"Relax that hole for me." My stranger said as he slapped my ass. "Let me get the other half in."
The other half? He was only halfway in? The tears were flowing even more freely now as his hands jerked me back toward him again and his cock slid a bit further in.
His cock was going to rip me apart, kill me right here in this dirty little porn shop booth. I couldn't escape. I gave up.
And with that the pain stopped. Well, not stopped... it still hurt like hell. But my hole relaxed and I felt something strange... waves of pleasure mixing with and overriding the pain.
My stranger took advantage of my surrender and pushed forward with a sudden thrust. I felt his legs press against mine and his balls resting against my ass. He was in all the way. He finally paused as if to catch my breath. The waves of pleasure rising from deep inside of me overwhelmed me.
"Oh yes." I moaned.
"The little faggot loves it." Said one of the men at the door.
"I knew he would." My stranger replied. "Saw his pretty little ass come in and knew what he needed."
He began to slide in and out of my hole, slowly at first. He would pull out, leaving me feeling empty and lost. He would thrust in, sending another wave of pleasure reverberating to every nerve in my body.
He began to pick up speed and, impossible as it seemed, his cock became bigger and harder inside of me. It felt like he was swelling up inside of me.
My mind was lost in the storm of sensations he was awakening within me. I forgot the dirty little porn shop booth with the smelly, damp floor. I forgot the men watching my deflowering. I forgot everything except that black monster cock up my ass.
He was panting a bit now and some part of me realized he was getting close. His thrusts were faster, harder now. Slamming into me without pity or hesitation. And I took it.
I felt his shudder behind me and then the cock in my hole shuddered as well. I felt it spasm inside me.
I felt him come and his hot cum felt like it would scald me. He thrust in one last time, holding himself deep inside me as another wave fired from him, and another, and another.
At last he was spend and I felt him soften a bit. He pulled out but his big black hand slapped my shoulder blades again, telling me without words to stay leaned over.
"All yours boys." He said to the two men at the door.
They wasted no time as I felt another cock hit my ass lips... no, my pussy lips... and slide in. My stranger's cum was all the lube we needed.
I didn't have time to think about it though as the other man who had watched my deflowering twisted my head to the side and pushed his cock into my mouth. He smelled dirty as if he hadn't bathed in a couple of days but I didn't care. I gagged a bit but he was easier to take than my stranger had been.
My stranger leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Remember what I told you boy. You're ruined now. You're gonna keep hunting for more cock but no cock will ever fill you up again."
He chuckled and turned and left.
And he was right. This new cocks in my ass and mouth felt small and just slightly unsatisfying. They felt good, but I wanted more.. I needed more.