"I got an invitation to a pool party. Let's go."
"Oh, Geez," I said. "I'm not a pool party person."
"Oh, c'mon," Jarod said. "It'll be fun. Maybe I can meet some cute white boys. And you might meet some hot black studs."
"I don't look good in a swim suit," I said.
"Bullshit. You look fine in a swimsuit. Don't be such a wuss."
"Okay," I sighed. "Let me see if I can find my swimsuit."
"I'll be over to pick you up at seven."
Click.
We got to the place, which was located in an upscale neighborhood, a little after seven. The door was answered by a young black guy wearing a bright neon lime green thong. He looked to be in his early twenties. We seemed to be the first guests to arrive. Our greeter led us to the bar and asked if we wanted to buy some drinks. Jarod got a bourbon and Coke. I got a Coke. We took a seat on the sofa and waited for the others to arrive. Presently, the owner of the house emerged and welcomed us. He was an older white guy. He asked us if we had swimsuits. We told him that we did and were wearing them under our clothes. He addressed us both with equal courtesy, although I was left with the distinct impression that he was more concerned as to whether Jarod had a swimsuit than with whether I had one. He went back to the kitchen to continue getting things ready before the others arrived. Our greeter fiddled with the stereo system and then adjourned to a fur rug on the floor. I don't know exactly how to describe this...he sort of reclined there in a pose, laying on his side and smoking a cigarette. I got the feeling he was trying to look seductive or something. Every now and then he would get up and fiddle with the stereo system some more. The doorbell rang, and the green-thonged greeter hurried to answer it. It was a small group of men, two older white guys and one younger black guy. I was beginning to think that this might represent a pattern of some sort. It did. Eventually more guests arrived and the place gradually filled up with people. There were a few youngish white guys, but not many, and few of them worth writing home about. Jarod found the most eligible of the lot and quickly made his way over to him, turning on his best bar charm, which was pretty good. Jarod generally knew how to bait a hook and catch a fish when he found one he liked. As for myself, it looked to be a long night. It was clear to me that this party was mainly going to be a bunch of older white guys hawking on needy younger black guys. The older white guys were tiresome to me, and the needy black guys weren't really what I was looking for. Many were nice looking, but hawking on young needy black guys just isn't my particular cup of tea. I like black guys, but hawking on the needy is a different matter. Okay, maybe I was being unfair to the older white guys. Maybe some of them took the black guys seriously and didn't see them as toys for sex or decoration. Maybe they related to them on a sincere, meaningful level. But be that as it may, there appeared to be a whole lot of hawking going on. One black guy did catch my eye. He didn't seem needy. He came in a bit later with a group of white guys. All of them looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties. They seemed a little out of place in this crowd, and I assumed that he was with one of the guys in the group. Two of the older white guys were standing near me comparing their digital cameras. I wanted to leave, but Jarod was off on a corner sofa with his prey, pouring on the charm. I could tell from the guy's body language that the charm was working. I went out to the back yard, where one of the white guys was grilling hamburgers. The swimming pool was mostly empty of people, but one slightly stocky black guy had taken an inflatable raft and was lying on his back butt naked in the middle of the pool, his family jewels on display for the admiration of heaven, nature, and of course, man. To his credit, he was extraordinarily blessed in the family jewels department, a fact which aroused the occasional comment from the admiring older white guys. One of them snapped a picture with his digital camera. Another took his hand out of his pocket and displayed his Rolex. I got a hamburger and took a seat in the chaise lounge on the patio and begin eating. Shortly thereafter, the guy I had noticed earlier took a seat at the patio table nearby. He nodded in greeting and began eating his hamburger as well. His friends weren't with him. I wondered why. Soon after that, a middle-aged white guy took a seat at the table, introduced himself to the black guy, and began talking about his house in Florida. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and continued eating my hamburger. The black guy listen politely to his admirer, giving the occasional noncommital answer. He glanced over at me from time to time. I thought about joining them and rescuing him from the bore that had buttonholed him, but as I contemplated whether to do this, Green Thong swooped in and planted himself on the foot of my chaise lounge, enthusiastically introduced himself, and rested his hand on my leg. The black guy at the table threw me a look that seemed to say: "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." He suppressed a smile at my predicament. "Great party!" said Green Thong. I glanced over at the naked man on the inflatable raft. "Well, there's certainly a good-sized crowd," I said mildly. The black guy at the table bit his lip and suppressed a laugh. Green Thong wanted to make conversation. "So...what do you do?" he asked chirpily. "What do mean?" I asked. I felt the need to qualify the question. "Oh, you know," he chuckled coyly. "In life. At work. What do you do for a living?" "I'm between jobs," I lied. It was clearly not the answer he was hoping for, but he forged ahead anyway. "Oh...that can be rough. Well, I'm sure you'll find something soon. Where do you stay?" "I live in a trailer with my mother." That was too much. Overcome with thirst, Green Thong announced that he was going to get a cocktail and flitted away in search of greener pastures. I looked over at the black guy at the table with a victorious glance. He cracked a smile. His admirer was droning on about his recent trip to Morocco. I raised my eyebrows. "Your turn," I beamed at him telepathically. He took the cue. Patting his admirer on the hand, he excused himself and said he needed to use the restroom. I shot him a withering look. That was the best he could do? Smiling to himself, he dodged my glance and went into the house. I finished my hamburger and went into the kitchen. Since the white guys were all busy hawking on young black guys, and the young black guys seemed to have gotten the vibe that I had no job and lived in a trailer with my mother, everybody pretty much left me alone. I foraged through a tray of hot wings, looking for some I might want to eat, although I really wasn't hungry anymore. A hand reached into my line of sight and took a hot wing. "Interesting party, huh?" It was him. "I guess so," I said. "From a sociological perspective." He laughed and extended his hand. "I'm James, by the way." I shook his hand. "I'm Ron." "So," he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "How's your mother?" "She's dead." "That must make for a crowded trailer." "Oh, you know I don't really live in a trailer," I said. He laughed. "I know. But I am sorry to hear about your mother." "That's okay," I said. "It's been years." "You don't seem to really fit in with this group." "Neither do you." "Let's get out of here," he said. "Works for me," I said. "But I didn't bring my own car." "We can take mine." "What about your friends?" "They've already left." "So soon?" "Yeah," he said. "I told them to scram." "Isn't that a bit rough?" "Nah," he said. "They just came along as a favor to me anyway. There's nothing here for them. Are you really between jobs?" "No." "I didn't think so. Not that I care." "Let me tell my ride that I'm leaving." I flagged Jarod and pointed at James to let him know I was going and had a ride. Jarod waved back to me and turned back to his victim on the sofa. Now that I was out of the way, he could go in for the kill, take his trophy back to his apartment and commence to knocking boots. James and I drove to his place. On the way, he told me a little bit about himself. He worked in the laboratory at the university hospital. He seemed like a nice guy. Smart, too. The radio played a smooth jazz station. James held my hand as we drove. It felt nice. We pulled into his driveway, and he gave me a quick kiss. "Welcome to the castle," he said. It was a small brick house with a neatly trimmed yard. Nice quiet neighborhood. We went inside, where we were greeted by James's dog. It was a hound of some type, and of course grateful to see James. James turned on a light and took me in his arms. We kissed again, longer this time. "Hey," he said. "You didn't get into the pool at the party." "No," I said. "I was overawed by what was already there." "The Floating Wonder!" he laughed. "Yes, I suppose that would be intimidating." "Well, you didn't get in either." "I didn't bring a suit." "Obviously, that wasn't a requirement. Consider the Floating Wonder." "Touche." He gave me another kiss. "Fortunately, it's not a requirement here, either." "But you don't have a pool." "Actually," he said, "I do have a pool." "Do you have a house in Florida?" I asked. "No." "Have you been to Morocco?" "No." "Sorry," I said. "I gotta go." "Shut up and take your clothes off," he laughed. "We're going swimming." "No Rolex?" "No Rolex. Let's go." We went for a night swim. I left my swimsuit with my clothes. James left his in the dresser. James was gorgeous to me. He had very dark smooth skin and a gracefully toned swimmer's build. It was clear that he used the pool for exercise on a regular basis, and he glided easily beneath the water from one end of the pool to the other. He came up for air, resubmerged, and pushing against the side, glided to me under the water. Surfacing directly in front of me, me took me in a tight embrace and gave me a deep lingering kiss. My lips opened, and his tongue gently played with mine. I felt something brush against me, full and firm, but not quite hard. "I hope you're not intimidated," he said. "I'm not the Floating Wonder." "Seems pretty wonderful to me," I said. I reached down and felt his cock, which was cut, thick, fleshy, and long. I gave it a squeeze, and it became more firm that before. "Do that again," he said. I squeezed again. It got harder. "One more time." I obliged. "That's all there is," he said. "I hope it doesn't disappoint." "You're being modest," I said. James had a big dick, and he knew perfectly well that he did. It wasn't as big as the Floating Wonder's, which was a good thing, as permanent injury was not the goal, and the Floating Wonder went beyond all limits of physical practicality. James's cock would be a stretch as it was. "You're not disappointed?" "Hell, no." "Are you intimidated?" "A little. But I'm a trooper, and I'm up to the challenge." James lifted me to the edge of the pool, setting me on the concrete with my legs dangling in the water. He caressed my balls with one hand and studied my cock. "Nice," he said. "Me likes." Then he leaned forward, lightly brushed my balls with his tongue, and took my cock into his mouth. It felt warm, gentle, and snug. He pulled gently with his throat muscles and worked his tongue under my shaft. I got completely hard as he worked his magic. He pulled back, holding my cock in his hand and studied it some more. "Very nice," he said. "Me really likes." Then he went back to work on it. It felt incredible. He started to hum in his deep voice, and the vibrations sent an electric shock through me. Damn. This was good. He opened his mouth wide and took me to the hilt. With my cock jammed down his throat, he began making swallowing motions with his throat muscles, massaging my cock with firm squeezes. It was becoming too much for me. I felt my balls start to churn. "I'm close to coming," I said. He pulled it out of his mouth and said, "Go for it." Then he plunged back down. "No," I said. "Please! I can't." He pulled off of it again and looked at me. "You're positive," he said. It was a statement more than a question. "Yes," I said. "So am I. Now go for it." Then he plunged all the way to my balls, taking my cock tightly in his warm silky throat. It was no longer a matter of choice; I couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded in his mouth. He swallowed some of it and kept the rest on his tongue so he could taste it. "Mmmm," he said. "Nice." He pushed himself up out of the pool towards me and gave me a cummy kiss. "Let's go inside," he said. "I've got big plans for that ass." We toweled off and went inside. There was a matter of business I had to take care of first, however. "Um, it might be nicer if I take a few minutes to make some preparations," I said. He nodded and led me into the bathroom. Opening a cabinet, he handed me an unopened package containing a...how shall we phrase it...hygene device. He also handed me a tub of grease-type lube, a plastic container, and a roll of tissue paper. "Take as much time as you need," he said. "I'd like that thing clean." "I'll get it clean." "While you do, I'll take Rex for a walk. He's getting antsy." "Okay." "Oh," he said. "One more thing. I, um, have a dildo you're welcome to. You know, if you think it might help." I glanced down out his cock, which was soft at this point but still impressive to me in its dimensions. "Ah, that might be a good idea," I said. He went and got it for me and then left to walk the dog while I got ready. I spent about half an hour in the bathroom getting things spic'n'span. I took a quick turn in the shower, towelled myself off, and went looking for James. He hadn't returned from his walk yet. I went into the bedroom and lay down on my stomach to wait for him. A thought occurred to me. I went back into the bathroom, greased up the dildo, and slid it into place. Then I went back to the bed. There was a candle on the nightstand. I fished around in the drawer, found some matches, and lit it. Then I got up and and turned off the light. That was better. I got back into the bed and waited for James. The sound of the front door opening and the sound of paws against the tile told me that James had returned. I could heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, and then I heard the sound of dog food being poured into a metal bowl. "Good boy," James said to the dog, and then he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. He'd been petting the dog. Then I heard him click off the light in the bathroom, and the door into the bedroom swung open. "Oh, Baby," James said softly. He liked what he saw. I squirmed around the dildo a little bit to let him know I was ready. "Yes, Baby," he breathed. I heard him undo his belt buckle and zipper, and his pants fell to the floor in a soft rustle. I turned my head so I could see him. Standing naked from the waist down, James slowly peeled off his shirt and pulled it over his head. His lightly muscled form stood in sculpted contrast against the flickering wall behind him. The candle threw a shadow of his form against the wall and ceiling. I wriggled my bottom again and clenched around the dildo. James moved to the foot of the bed and began exploring my legs with his hands. He leaned down and kissed my inner thigh. Then he lay down between my legs to start exploring. Gently, he began kissing my upper legs and massaging them with his hands. His explorations gradually moved higher up towards my cheeks. I sighed. This was nice. He planted a kiss just between my ass and balls and gave it a caress with his tongue. His nose brushed against the end of the dildo. He buried his face between my cheeks and began licking me where I was clutching the toy. He worked his tongue inside me, sharing the space with the rubber thing. Then he did something I've never seen anybody do before. Taking the end of the dildo in his mouth and gripping it with his teeth, he pulled it halfway out and pushed it back in. I moaned. He released it and raised his head. "You like that?" he asked. "Yes, Baby," I said. "Get me ready." He gripped it again with his mouth and began moving his head back and forth, pushing it in and sliding it out. His arms were wrapped under my legs, lifting me slightly from the bed. His hands were flat on my back. "Can I go faster?" he asked. "Please, Baby. Give it to me." He kissed a buttcheek, returned to the dildo, and picked up the pace. The grease made little slurping sounds as he bobbed his head up and down. He pulled out further and began plunging in faster. I felt some of the lube dribble down onto my balls. I moaned. James let out a low growl and pulled the toy all the way out. Then he plunged it back all the way in hard. I yelped in delight. We were getting into it. Then after one final deep plunge, James pulled the dildo out of my mouth, flipped his head to the side, and flung the toy to the floor beside the bed. He buried his face deep into my ass and worked his tongue furiously inside me. He pulled his face up. The lube made a soft popping noise as he did. "You did a good job," he said. "It's as clean as a whistle." "It's all yours, Baby," I said. "I'll take it," he said. He leaned down again, licked the lube from my balls and pulled himself up onto me, his face now kissing and licking my neck, smearing the grease on my neck and face. He raised his hips and pressed his cock against my ass. I loosened my ass to invite him in. He accepted the invitation and slid in slowly, not stopping until his balls were resting against mine. He held still like that for a moment as we both adjusted to the new sensation inside me. "Baby, how does that feel?" he whispered in my ear. "I'm in heaven," I said. "May I take it for a drive?" I squeezed my ass to give him my answer. He started fucking me in slow, deep strokes, pulling all the way out and pushing his cock all the way back. I moaned. He stopped again. "Are you ready for more?" "I'm ready," I said. "Fuck my brains out." "Your wish is my command," he said. He raised himself from me, his arms now straight and his palms against the bed. He begun pumping my ass in earnest, thrusting faster and more powerfully than before. My moans let him know it felt good to me. He lowered himself slightly and whispered. "Can you take it rougher?" "I can take it rougher." "You sure?" "Do your worst." He pulled his dick all the way out a rammed in hard all the way in. "You still feel the same about that?" "Yes. Please do it again." He pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it in again, even harder than before. "You've got a sweet ass," he said. "It's your ass now," I said. "Slam it again." He slammed it again. And again. "I could get used to this," he said. And he slammed it again. He did this a few more times, then he rotated himself counterclockwise so that he was at a ninety degree angle to me. I was laying lengthwise on the bed; his head and feet were now at the sides of the bed. His cock was buried deep inside me as he turned to this position. He began fucking me like this, hitting me in places I'd never felt before, stetching the left side of my ass. "You like this?" he asked. "I like it," I said. He continued his counterclockise rotation with his cock buried deep inside me. Now his feet were on either side of my head, and his head was above the space between my feet. He started fucking me in this position. He rested his head on the bed between my feet and buried himself deeper inside me, pivoting his hips to thrust. He grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled my ass hard against his hips. "You know I'm going to come before too long," he said. "Go for it." "But when I do, I'm not going to stop fucking you. I like to come more than once." "How many times can you come?" I asked. "Three, maybe four times," he said. "I'm not stopping until I get it all out." "I want every drop," I said. "Oh," he said. "I can promise you it will be more than a few drops. I haven't come in days. I've got some nice big loads stored up." Then he started fucking me some more. He rotated again with his dick in my ass, and his head was now rested on my shoulders. He gave a few more thrusts. "I think it's time for me to come," he said. "Please come," I said. "I want to have your baby." He thrust inside me a few more times and then jammed his cock hard into my ass. "Oh, fuck!" he said. "Here it comes!" With a loud grunt, he shot his first load into my ass. He kept his cock buried deep inside me as his dick pulsed violently, spurting salvo after salvo of hot cream. He kissed my neck. "Let's see how we did." Lowering himself to my ass, he buried his face between my buttcheeks, licking and sucking to draw out the prize. He pulled my cheeks apart with his hands as he did this. I relaxed my ass so he could get what he wanted. Probing my ass with his tongue and sucking with all his strength, he worked furiously to get everything he could. "Mmmm," he said. Then he raised himself up, turned me over on my back, and kissed me on the lips. Our lips parted, tongues met, and I tasted his salty-sweet snowball of cum as it entered my mouth. We stayed entwined like that for several minutes, our tongues playing inside each other's mouths, tasting the juices, luxuriating in the sweaty warm glow of our bodies enmeshed together and the exquisite budding of a new love breaking through the soil of our shared existences. Then he flipped me over on my stomach and started fucking me again. I swallowed the cum he had dropped in my mouth. He worked me over well into the night and came four times in all. I came twice, not counting our earlier poolside episode. We fell asleep sometime in the middle of the early morning, well after midnight but well before sunrise. When morning broke, I was still tired. We hadn't gotten much sleep. But it was Sunday morning, and James wanted to go to church. "Do we have to?" I asked. "I'm tired." "I'd really appreciate it if we could," he said. "I'm tired too. We can crash right after church." We swung by my house so I could change into appropriate clothes and then went to the gay church, of which James was a member. Jarod and his bang thang were also there, and the white boy looked like he'd been worked over all night. Jarod smiled upon seeing us, gave a little nod in the direction of his boy, and beamed at us with a gleeful look of conquest. "Looks like your friend got what he was looking for at the party," said James. "Yes," I said. "So did I. Even though I didn't know I was looking." We went into the sanctuary, resolved in our determination to stay awake during the sermon.