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Pops -- Part 1
My name is Eric. I'm 20 years old and I'm from Detroit, MI. I'm a normal masculine gay guy, with a nice swimmers build. I have brown hair and brown eyes, and wear my hair short. I'm about 6'0, 155 pounds and a 32 waist. My fashion sense is a cross between thug, and prep. I wear slightly big button up shirts with baggy jeans and I usually have on my bright white shoes which accents my undershirt.
I have a close friend of mine named Lamar. He's 22 years old and about 5'9, and 170 pounds of muscle. He has a nice creamed coffee skin tone, with tattoos all over. He has one across his 6 pack that says LIFE. He is your typical sexy ass, would-bend-over-anywhere-for-him, thug. He has a bald shaved head and a thin, neatly trimmed goatee. He knows I'm gay, and he's cool with it. He makes jokes every now and again, but for the most part we just chill and talk about life, and I listen to him drag on and on about women. He's a pretty cool guy. I met him in high school, and at the time he didn't know I was gay. I didn't tell him until after high school in hopes of possibly getting him to bang the shit out of me. Well, that never happened...
We had made plans to play basketball one day and his car had broken down the night before. He called me and asked me to pick him up from his "pops' crib." So the next day at around 9am or so, I headed over there. I parked in the driveway of his house and walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments passed, so I knocked again. "It's Open," I heard someone say from inside. I turned the handle and opened the door. "Hey, it's E...." I said into the empty hallway before me. "Who?" I heard the voice say again. "Eric," I replied. Suddenly a man of about 32 walked into the hallway. He bore quite a resemblance to Lamar, so I instantly figured it was his Dad. "Are you Lamar's Dad?" I asked. "Yeah, he at work," he said watching me. I felt like I was an intruder in his house from the way he was looking at me. "Oh, I was just coming to pick him so we could go hoop." "Yeah, he said he got called in this morning," said his dad, lessening his gaze. "I wonder why he didn't call me, now I don't got anyone to hoop with." I said sounding slightly disappointed. "Well how about you come help me move my dresser?" he said. "Excuse me?" I asked with a confused look on my face. "I'm rearranging the furniture in my bedroom, and could use some help." "Oh alright," I said.
I followed him through the hallway, to his bedroom. When I walked in, I saw the bed was on it's side leaning against a wall, and two dressers both without drawers in them sitting against another wall. There was a couple night-stands that had been pushed off to the side and a big plasma tv sitting on a really nice oak stand. We started moving furniture around, making idle chit-chat while working. "So you in school or something?" he asked. "No, right now I'm working at a bank." "Cool, cool." He said with a serious look on his face. "You and my son aren't fuckin is yall?" he asked looking at me even more serious than before. "Uhhhhhh" I said trying to fight my way through the bluntness of his question to find the right answer. "I'm asking cause my son said you was gay, and I asked him and he said naw, you guys were just friends." He said. "Oh, no....we don't get down together." I reassured him. We went back to moving the furniture around. The dresser we were moving was solid oak, and was really heavy. We moved it up against one wall, and he walked around the room for a minute surveying the space. "I don't like it there...it ain't gon' work," he said. So we started moving it against the third wall. Half way there, I could notice the sweat showing through his shirt from his underarms. I didn't look too long for fear of him calling me out on looking at him. "One second" he said. He stopped and wiped the sweat off of his head with his forearm. "They need to hurry up and come fix this damn air conditioner," he panted. In one quick motion he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, revealing an even nicer body than Lamar had. He threw his shirt down and put his hands back on the dresser without missing a beat. He looked back at me and said, "You ready?" "Yep," I replied avoiding his body and focusing my attention on the task at hand. We finished moving the dresser, keeping the small talk alive the whole time. He asked me about my job, and family and even asked if I was in a relationship. "I've been single for about a year now," I replied. "Yeah after Lamars momma dipped on us, I've been staying single." I go out to the bar every now and again and bring a broad home with me, but I ain't trying to get tied down again. I like it that way," he said. "Check it out though, I just bought a new bed, and it's too big for the way my room was, that's why I'm rearranging. He walked over and started pulling the mattress away from the wall. I instantly walked over and began helping him with it. We ended up setting up the bed, and attaching the headboard and footboard. When it was finally done, he plopped down on the bed and released a loud sigh. "This is nice...I got it cause it has a feathered pillow top." He said. "Try it out he said standing up." I laid down on the bed and he was right...it was nice." I stood up and looked around at the finished layout of the room. "Looks good from what I can see," I said looking around. "Yeah, good lookin out," he said. I unclipped my cellphone from my hip and looked at the time. I had only been there for 45 minutes. "Aye, I got some beers in the fridge if you wanted to chill till Lamar gets back. He gets off work at 1."
"I don't mind," I said. "I could stare at that torso all day long if you let me," I thought to myself. I don't know why I stayed. I really wasn't getting a sexual vibe from him, but I was still intrigued. We went and sat in the kitchen and he handed me a bottle of Miller Genuine Draft. We were sipping on beers and we started talking about sports. Our beers were soon gone, so Lamar's Dad got us 2 more each. Soon, we had both finished 3 beers each and I was feeling good. Suddenly my phone rang, so I answered it. It was Lamar. "What up kid?" he said. "Not too much, just chillin with your pops," I replied. "Huh?" he asked, sounding dumbfounded. "I came over to pick you up so we could go hoop, and your Dad said you got called in." "Oh damn, I forgot we were supposed to hoop." "Yeah, so your Dad asked me to help him move some furniture in the bedroom, and now we're sitting here chillin sippin some brews." I replied. "Oh that's cool...you guys smoking too?" he asked. "Naw, I'm dry," I replied. "Oh, well tell my Pops to get my tray out of my room. Go ahead and roll up a fatty, I got enough." He replied. "Alright then...I'll see you when you get here," I said. "Peace."
I hung up and told his Dad what Lamar said about his Tray. His Dad left the kitchen and came back with a small metal tin. He sat down and started rolling up a joint. Soon it was twisted and fired up. We passed it back and fourth, blowing big clouds of smoke all over the room. After a while I found it damn near impossible to stop looking at this mans chest. It was so nicely defined and smooth, and my worries about the world were fading away with the increasing buzz. "So why don't you like women?" he asked. "I don't really know...I like guys....girls are too feminine for me. I like masculine men." I replied as honestly as I could. "There are masculine girls out there," he laughed. "Yeah, but those girls don't got that pipe I'm looking for," I replied smiling slightly. "What kinda guys do you go after?" he asked trying to sound more casual. "Usually I try to go after guys who are already out...I want a relationship and all that with someone." "That's not what I mean....I'm talking physically," he said. "What kind of guy do you like?" he asked. "I mean....I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm interested in muscular men of color." I said feeling sheepish. He laughed at that. "There are a lot of guys like that, give me an example," he pressed on. "Well....uhh...." I stammered. All of a sudden, he stood up and flexed his arms. "Guys like me?" he asked smiling. I laughed aloud. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I replied trying desperately to sound uninterested. My dick was getting hard in my jeans from watching this man flex his muscles for me. "What do you mean, you guess?" he asked sounding offended. "I mean you're gay right? So how do I measure up?" he questioned. "Honestly?" I asked. "Yeah, for real." He said seriously. "Well, I ...honestly...think you're probably one of the finest men I've ever laid eyes upon." I replied. He smiled and stepped closer to me, moving his hands slowly over his abs and down to the waistline of his jeans. He was driving me crazy. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but shit...I didn't mind! He moved his hand back up his abs slowly, then suddenly smacked his abs, making a loud.....SMACK. I was trying to think of something clever to say, when he said. "So look dawg, how about we go in my room, and you suck on my dick for me." He said kinda looking nervous, as if the reality of what he just said hit him. I couldn't take it. I stood up, and put my arms around him and nuzzled my face against his slightly sweaty neck, breathing in his scent. "We can do whatever you think you can handle doing." I said. I then felt his hands reach around me and pull me up against him. He slid his hands down to my ass and squeezed and said, "I can handle this...." He replied in a deep sexy tone. "But can you handle this?" he asked, grabbing my hand and placing it on a very big rock hard lump that I could feel behind his zipper. "Not too sure about that, but I'm down to try," I said. He spun me around and pulled my ass against his groin. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "Go this way." We started walked toward the bedroom in kind of a waddle. Both of us lifting the right foot at the same time, and left foot at the same time. We did this until we reached the bedroom. He told me to lie down on the bed. He walked over and closed the shades, making the room a lot dimmer. He walked over and stood at the side of the bed and said, "So....show me what you got playboy." I sat up, and immediately went for his zipper. I started kissing his abs, while slowly unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. Turns out this man don't wear underwear cause as soon as I started tugging his pants down, his dick flung up and hit me in the throat. It actually kinda hurt, but I played it off like it didn't. I looked down and reached out with my hand. This was no ordinary dick. This was an anaconda attached to a god. "So this is what heaven is like," I thought to myself. I bent down and started licking the head like a lollipop. I was trying to anticipate how much of this big thick 10 inch dick would fit down my throat. I decided to go for it, and dove down as far as I could on it. "Dayum!!" he said out loud. "Now that's how I want my knob slobbed on." I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the length of his snake. After a bit of this, I let his dick slide from my mouth making a "POP" noise. Then I lifted his dick up against his stomach and started sucking on his balls. "Mmmmm, yeah....." he said grabbing the back of my head. I decided to go for the gold, and started working my tongue lower toward his asshole. "Damn, you one of them freak-nasty kat's huh?" he said smiling. He spread his legs a little and backed away from the bed. I got down off the bed on my knees and shoved my head up inbetween his legs. My tongue slithered its way inbetween his asscheeks and started licking for all I was worth. "Mmmm...shit.....that feels nice." He said. I reached up and grabbed his spit covered cock and started stroking it. I licked my way back across his nuts and up his shaft and once again swallowed as much as I could. His dick was covered in my spit, so I started sliding my hand up and down his shaft on the part that wouldn't fit in my mouth. I did that for about 5 minutes, when suddenly I could see all of his muscled tense up. "Let me nut in your mouth." "I wanna watch you swallow my nut boy," he said. I couldn't help but rub my dick through my jeans. "Just keep doin just like that." "Stroke that dick, white boy," he continued. He put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. I started gagging a little on his dick. "Yeah, choke on that dick nigga," he said. I squeezed my hand harder around his dick. "Mmmm...yeah....yeah....fuck.....mmmm" he mumbled. "I'm gonna nut....."he said increasing his pace. After a few more pumps he said, "Stroke my dick and point it at your mouth....I wanna see me nut in your mouth." I did as I was told and continued stroking his dick. "I'm gonna bust...he said...elevating onto the tips of his toes. A large burst of cum flew out of the end of his dick right on to my tongue. Then another larger squirt flew into my mouth. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine....... "Yeah mother fucker.....taste that nut....taste that nigger nut in yo mouth...." I rubbed myself over the edge and started cumming in my boxers. Finally he stopped cumming and stood there with the tip of his dick resting on my lips. He put his finger to my chin as if to tell me to swallow. I swallowed the entire load, and he pushed his dick back into my mouth. I sucked the last few drops of cum from him and swallowed more. I took his dick out of my mouth and stood up and stand back on the bed behind me. He pushed my shoulders back and laid me down on the bed. He leaned over me and laid his body right on top of mine looking into my eyes. "That was hot E." he said. He giggled a sexy little giggle, and licked my lips. I instantly opened my mouth and started kissing him. I could've cum knowing that he was kissing the same lips that just swallowed his load. We kissed for about 30 seconds when he got up and went to put his clothes back on. "Please don't say anything to my son about this....or we ain't gonna do this shit no more," he said. Alright....I won't.
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