This is my first story, so bear with me. Part of this is true, you can guess which parts for yourselves. Flames will be ignored, but suggestions will be adored. Write me, let me know you care. If you aren't 18 or shouldn't legally be reading this or are a bigot, then get out of here.
Snow Day (Part 1)
The whole day was such a blur that I can barely remember how it began. I woke up in my apartment, raging hard-on as usual. Isn't that the way these tales always begin? It was January and really god damn cold outside. It was Saturday, so fortunately I didn't have to go to class. I didn't even want to leave the building. Three below zero even without the god damn wind chill. I had lived alone there for three months now, since my boyfriend and I split up. We didn't exactly break-up -- it's just that he's in California and I'm in Illinois, so we just stopped seeing each other exclusively. Every once and a while we'd call one another and have some hot phone sex -- usually we'd tell each other about our escapades and shit like that. As I got into the shower, I rememberd our hot session from the previous night.
"So remember that cruising park that that skater who sucked me told me about last week?" Jason told me.
"Yeah, how could I forget?" The image that Jason had described had been engrained in my brain. A younger guy, just 18 (or so he said) with floppy blonde hair and a smooth little body, going down on Jason's tight muscular 5'8" frame, lifting his t-shirt, licking all the way up his slightly hairy chest, grabbing Jason's blonde hair and kissing him, until he returned down to suck him dry -- all of this happening at a McDonalds where the two had just met.
"Well, anyway, I went there last night. It was pretty warm, in the fifties...it was really dark, but there were lots of guys around. Most of them old, not too nasty, but I went there to explore more than to get some."
I laughed. "Whatever. You wanted it bad."
He laughed back. "Anyway, I was walking around and I kinda got lost on all the paths. All of the sudden this guy shows up in front of me. He was wearing a black hat, a black jacket, and black nylon pants. And he was black."
"Oh shit." Jason and I had only limited experience with men of color and we had always had long running fantasies about them. "What did he look like?"
"Really tall, like 6'4", big, not overly muscluar but toned. Bald."
"Oh jesus, how old?"
"His drivers license said 25."
"His license?"
"More about that later..."
So he proceeded to tell me all about the hugh black man who took him to a part of the forest way off the paths. Jason wasn't specifically top or bottom, but he usually prefered top. But he had decided that he was gonna do whatever this stud wanted. The man stripped off his own shoes, pants, coat, and t-shirt before Jason could do anything. He stood there, his white jock strap holding in his cock, shimmering in the moonlight. Before Jason could stop staring, he ripped open Jason's button flies and started sucking his rock hard 7" cock. Jason moaned and moaned as he watched the man's bald black head bob up and down, his big lips sucking hard.
"I really wanted to cum right there," he said. Jason wasn't known for his self-control. "I said I was getting close, so he stopped. He got off my dick, stood up, and walked a few steps away. He peeled the jock down and I saw a huge, monster cock."
Remembering this part of the story, I got re-hard, just like I had when he told me the story. I'll admit it -- I'm a size queen. I loved to think about Jason getting to suck or be fucked by a big black cock. I soaped up my cock and remembered the rest of the story.
"I dropped to my knees and started to try to suck it. I couldn't get the whole thing. It was nearly a god damn foot. It was unreal, really. Like a god damn porn star. I sucked him hard and he just smiled and looked down at me. Finally I was able to open up and take almost all of it. He moaned. 'Shit, boy, no one's ever gotten it all in before'"
"I've never wanted to taste a guy's cum so much but he pushed me off his dick. He pulled up his jock strap and I thought he was gonna leave."
"'What the fuck?' I asked him."
"'Hold on dude.' And that's when he turned around. And I saw his ass. It was so round, so black, fucking hottest butt I've ever seen dude."
This part got me hard to think about too. If I'm a size queen, then Jason's an ass queen. He loves butts -- all of them. And for him to say that about an ass...Jesus it must have been fine.
"Seriously, Mike, I nearly came just staring. And next thing I know, he's leaning up against a tree, grinding his ass in the air, putting on an ass show. I wanted to eat it out, but he told me he wanted to get fucked dry. He grabbed my ass and shoved me towards him. I shoved my cock inside. It was tight, really tight, and the dude just growled and screamed, but then it loosened up. This man has been fucked before. I tried to slow down, cause I didn't want to cum immediately, but he just kept begging for my cock, milking my shaft with his cheeks, and I just kept pounding him, snapping his jock strap across his butt. Next thing I know, I'm gonna cum. I squeeze his shoulders, plow deeper, he fucking screams and starts to shoot all over the tree, nothing even touching his dick, I exploded in his out and fucking slipped out, creaming all over his black butt. I collapsed onto the ground and he ran away wearing just his jock, with his pants and his jacket in his hands.
Last night, I came all over myself as soon as he started talking about the ass. In the shower, remembering this, I was rock hard and ready to cum. I shoved the soap up my butt, pretending that that black god was fucking me while Jason fucked him, breaking my butt, screwing me hard. Next thing I know, my nuts are inside me, the cock is bouncing and I cum in face. This is going to be a good day, I say as I rinse off. I don't know if I can waste it inside.
As I toweled off, I remember the rest of the story. Jason found the dude's wallet on the ground. There was a ton of cash in there, and he thought about taking it. But now he knew where his mystery black knight lived so he figured he'd return the wallet to get some more action. He told me he'd call me later on to report the details.
The phone rang. I dropped my towel and ran naked to get it.