The Gradual Bloomer
Chapter 1
Some will say that I'm a late bloomer. Others will smile and add that I'm more likely a slow bloomer. Truthfully, I've taken my time to arrive where I am. I never could put a label on my sexual preference beyond stating that I'm continuously horny. Being interested in male bodies and the delightful parts thereof from a very young age, I couldn't figure out what that was about. All of my friends and acquaintances were into persons of the female body. A few were into any human that could help them get off. I found myself in that group more frequently than others.
My best friend in high school was a guy whom everyone thought was the best looking man in school. He had the most friends, the best body, a multiple letterman, and was smart. He was also white, 6' tall, weighed about 175. I, on the other hand, am a mixture of races with high cheekbones, a handsome face, and gifted with a beautiful body that I didn't have to work on very hard to keep it fit and trim. You should assume that I identify as black, mostly because I have an enormous 10" dick and a very round, high bubble butt. I'm 6'5" tall and weigh in at a muscular 245 pounds. My best friend had a round butt, too and a nice dick, but I never saw it hard. I only caught glimpses of him in the showers, which almost always proved problematic for me. My dick would start to thicken, lengthen, and rise. I'm already hanging about 6", which makes me the best hung guy in school. Other black men in our high school had nice dicks, but none hung as big as me or got as big when hard. I'd seen a few hard, but not nearly enough, in my opinion.
A small circle of friends would get together to jerk off, but those occasions were far too rare for my raging libido. I was always included in these events because I have the biggest dick and nutt more than anyone else. With these friendly get-togethers being so infrequent, I finally bought a Flesh-Light and fucked it at least daily. That helped take off the sexual edge, but what really made me blast a big load was another hand or mouth on my dick. Unfortunately, those occasions were even rarer that the circle jerks I had with friends.
In college, I discovered the local adult bookstore which featured a number of glory holes. I spent an hour or so a week there, dumping loads down willing throats. My ability to stop a climax was non-existent. However, if the guy was any good, I'd blast out a second load within another minute. But, I did recover quickly after that second blast, being able to get it up within 20 more minutes, frequently less time. Most of the time, I'd leave after the first double nutt as there wasn't anyone that I wanted to deliver another load into.
Let's just say I'm selective about who I let swing on my dick. They had to have a certain look and build. Truthfully, I was looking for a man who approximated my best friend. I know that sounds mental, but that's what I liked.
Does that mean that I'm exclusively a top? Well, in the beginning, I'd have to admit that was true. I didn't even stroke another guy's dick during our circle jerks. I was in college before that happened. However, I'd tasted nutt many times. The only drawback was that it was my own. I squirt hard when I climax, so I shot many loads into my mouth. And after I fucked the Flesh-Light, I would empty the collected, creamy discharge into my mouth. My one wish that I could never fulfill was sucking myself off. I could reach the tip of my hard, spewing dick with my tongue, but that was as close as I ever got to giving myself a blowjob.
Did I ever get to first base with women? That would depend on your definition of first base. I'd play with their tits, rub their pussies with my big hand, and even got to eat pussy when I was in college, but I never got my dick into their orifices. I thought a big dick would be like catnip to them. But, they all said that I'd break them. I disagreed, but that didn't get me anywhere. A couple of the women let me rub my hard dick along their slits, but no farther. I offered to fuck them in the ass, if they were afraid of making babies, but just one more look at my big dick and they all declined with a shiver.
I'd heard all kinds of wild stories about guys getting their loads off in another man's ass at the book stores, but I never was offered an ass to fuck. Besides, it was far more likely that I'd nutt in their mouths within the first minute of contact, before they could consider suggesting a good fuck from me. And I wasn't so sure I wanted to pump my big dick up some guy's dirty ass anyway. Yeah, that sounds like sour grapes, doesn't it!
Finally, at the age of 23, I was talked into going to a gay bar with a friend. We'd never done anything sexually together, but did enjoy each other's company. We agreed that if either of us found someone that we wanted to play with, the other guy wouldn't have a problem with that. As it was, we took the bus downtown to the area that had the biggest concentration of gay venues. So transportation wasn't going to be a problem. The first two bars we went into didn't have the clientele I was looking for. The third one didn't do anything for my friend, either. We struck gold at the fourth one. Both of us saw men that fit our criteria for a potential sexual experience.
Within 10 minutes, my friend was kissing on some guy I wouldn't have dragged home if you paid me. But, to each his own, I shrugged. As I surveyed the rest of the patrons, I sized up a couple of potential conquests, but after a couple of minutes of conversation, I knew they weren't my type. Clearly, they were size-queens and that's all they wanted out of me. Another man smiled at me and I smiled back after a quick assessment. He was probably 10 years older than I but he had the look I liked. He stood about 6' tall, weighed close to 200 pounds of solid male physique. But, the smile is what got me. His light brown hair was cut short and he had a bushy moustache. I had my usual goatee and a very tight haircut. His lips looked kissing soft and eager. And I liked the bulge in his shorts. They weren't skin-tight, but you knew he was packing. My shorts were looser, but my manhood displayed in a way that was practically obscene. But, in a gay bar, it was advertising.
I thought he might be a model. His body and face were that good. And when he asked me if I were in the trade, I assured him that I wasn't. That's not to say that I hadn't been offered the opportunity. But, my one experience soured me on that.
I wore sport clothes and then swimwear on the photo shoot. When the swimwear was too tight, I asked for a larger size. The photography just said that I needed to adjust the merchandise, which he tried to do. I slapped his hand away and insisted that I could do it. When I got my dick into the position that he wanted, he attempted to make another adjustment. That's when I smacked him hard, knocking him to the floor. I stormed out of there and never went back. But, I did keep the swimwear. Fuck `em!
Anyway, as the conversation progressed, he told me that he'd modeled for only a few years while he was in college and shortly after. That's when I told him of my experience. He was understanding of my actions, but allowed as that was far too common. The photographers and agencies sometimes didn't care about inappropriate sexual contact. But, he got out of the business when his career started to take off. He didn't have the time for modeling anymore.
We talked about our college experience, revealing my Master's in Art History (yeah, a really marketable degree) and he had an MBA. Oddly, his smile got bigger when I told him about my art history degree. "I'd love for you to see my collection of impressionist art. My parents collected a great deal of it as did my grandparents," he beamed. "And I have reproductions of several of the old masters from the da Vinci and Rembrandt eras."
That sounded wonderful to me, and he was pretty easy on the eyes as well. But, I had to ask, "Are you negative?" He smiled and nodded. "Can you prove it?" I pressed. I was hoping that he'd be the first one that I ever swallowed sperm from besides my own. The guy was becoming more and more probable as a bed partner tonight.
"I was tested last week and haven't been with another man since then," he related.
"I have proof in my pocket, just in case I met a man that I could get down with," I replied.
"I'd love to be that man," he smiled. "After I show you the art work, I'd love to get to know you better and more intimately."
I'm sure I blushed, but agreed that I'd like that, too.
Revealing that I didn't have transportation, he offered to drive me to his home in Holmby Hills, not far from where the bar was in West Hollywood. His home was a large one on a grand, beautifully landscaped lot, something that I'd call an estate. But, he didn't think anything of it. In fact, he apologized for the opulence of it. Inside, it was beautifully decorated with the walls tastefully displaying countless works of art. The place even had a gallery and a library that housed his most precious, original art. I marveled at the collection, commenting on nearly every painting and drawing. Nearly all of them were items that I'd seen in books or films while I was in college.
"Have you been to the museums in Europe where they have so many beautiful, spectacular pieces?" he asked.
"I've never been to Europe," I signed, "but, I'd love to go and spend the whole time just ogling the originals that I've always loved. But, the ones you have here are wonderful. Your ancestors did a marvelous job of collecting some of the best."
"I've saved the best ones for last. They're in the master bedroom," he smiled. I knew a loaded invitation when I heard one, but I let him lead me to the back of the house and a very large bedroom with a California king bed and an area large enough to serve as a modest living room in any other home. The bathroom was nearly as big as my apartment, with lots of counter space, two big sinks, a shower big enough for four people, a Jacuzzi tub, and a master closet off to one side that was nearly as big as the bedroom itself.
After the tour of the master bedroom, he pulled me close and looked up into my smiling face. "I think you are the most magnificent man I've ever met. You're smart, well-educated, have incredibly good taste, and handsome enough to grace any magazine or book. He pulled my face gently down to his and kissed me. I pulled back.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to be so forward so quickly."
"The fault is mine," I apologized. "I've never kissed a man before."
"Wow!" he whispered. "I had no idea. Uh, are you virginal in other aspects as well? That was indelicately put. I'm sorry."
"No need to be," I assured him. "I've had little experience with men, but I find them to be what I need. And I am virginal in many respects. I've played around with other men, jerked off with them, and ate my own nutt, but I've never tasted sperm from another man, nor have I sucked a dick."
"I must assume that you've never fucked a man or been fucked?" he pressed.
"Right again," I blushed. "And you said you had proof of your status?" I wondered, bringing us both back to reality. As he went into the next room which I knew was an office, I pulled my test results out of my pocket to present to him. When he returned, we swapped paperwork.
"And I'm very pleased to meet you, Adam," he smiled up at me.
"And you as well, John," I beamed back at him. "And let's try that kiss again. This time I promise not to pull away." We kissed gently, our lips pressing against each other. "You're very good at this," I sighed when we broke apart.
"I've had some experience, as have you I must conclude. Women?" he asked.
"A few, but I never got much farther than that. Once they saw the merchandise, they weren't interested in going much farther," I sighed dejectedly.
"What was their problem?" John wondered.
"Too big," I shrugged.
"Is that possible?" he laughed.
"It was to them," I responded.
"Do you mind if I draw my own conclusion?" John asked. "I think it's time we got more comfortable, anyway. Allow me to help you out of your clothes."
I smiled and nodded my assent. He began with my shirt, pulling it over my head. "Wow!" he murmured. "You have an unbelievably massive chest and rippled abs. I knew you had a good body when we were in the bar, but I had no idea you were this built." He moved down my body kissing and licking nearly every inch of my chest as his hands explored my back. John spent additional time on my nipples, sucking on the mini erections. I had no idea they were erogenous zones. My dick responded sharply, filling out and rising rapidly.
Next off were my shoes and socks. He licked my toes and ankles and moved up to my knees. Gently turning me around, he reached around me and unsnapped the button at the top of my shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. As my ass appeared, he kissed my bubble butt cheeks from one side to the other, spending a good amount of time at my spine base and down my deep ass trench. I thought he was going to eat my asshole, but he detoured.
He turned me again, pulling back to see the full length and thickness of my black dick. "Massive," he whispered. "I can't understand why those women didn't want to take this, at least part of it! It's beautiful!" He bent forward to take it in his mouth, but I pushed him back.
"My turn," I said. As heated as I was, a blowjob would surely jet my cream into his mouth within the next 10 seconds. He nodded and stood up. I repeated exactly what he'd done to me, removing his clothes one at a time and admiring the exposed skin. I sucked on his nipples and licked down his cobblestone abs. He groaned with joy, his hands resting on the back of my head, urging me to spend more time and energy at certain pleasure points.
"Damn, Adam! You're a natural," he groaned. His hands rested on my bulging shoulder caps, begging me to go lower. I removed his shoes and socks, but couldn't lick his toes. That was a bridge too far. However, I did lick up his legs, working on his knees and then turned him around. Repeating his moves, I took down his shorts to discover he didn't have any underwear on. I shrugged and kissed and licked his ass, working down his ass trench. I'd seen enough man-on-man porno films to know that most men loved to have their ass eaten. His ass didn't smell like shit, so I stuck my tongue in that direction. He bent over and exposed his hole even more. I licked tentatively and then really got into it, kissing, licking, and sucking on that pink orifice. "Fuck! Adam! Are you sure you haven't done this before. You're so good at it!"
When I pulled away for a moment, I assured him that this was my first time. I turned him around then and beheld his hard dick. It was very pink, cut, nicely thick, and probably about 9" long. A clear pearl of precum oozed from the piss slit. I licked it off and squeezed the spongy head with my lips. Another drop of precum rewarded my efforts.
"We need to help each other out," John urged. He pulled me up and directed me to the enormous bed. He got us into a 69 position. I was on top and loving how his dick felt in my mouth as he sucked away on my throbbing manhood. Mere seconds passed before I felt my heavy nuts sending undeniable signals.
"Pull off or I'll nutt," I warned. But, he ignored me or didn't hear what I said. He was making a lot of noise sucking my dick. Inevitably, I couldn't hold back. I sucked him with all the zeal I could muster, despite my lack of experience.
My sperm jetted into his mouth in big, creamy waves. I usually nutt eight to ten big wads of dick gravy before I settle down to some dribbles. If I'm really into it, I'll nutt again within another minute with four to six more squirts. This was no exception. If anything, my second nutt blasted out of my hard dick a mere 20 seconds later.
"Did you just cum twice?" John asked when I pulled out of his mouth.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I responded. "I do that when I'm really turned on."
"I loved it!" he beamed. "I'm a real cum pig, and you cum a lot!"
I smiled at his praise. "And I recover pretty quickly, too," I bragged.
"How quickly?" he pressed.
"Probably 20 minutes or so, depending on the stimulation," I said. "But, what about you? You haven't creamed yet."
"Sit on my face and I'll nutt in a hurry," he promised. "You okay with getting your ass eaten out?"
"Uh, yeah, I've always wondered what it would be like. I sure liked eating out your clean, white butt, even though I'd never done that before, either," I replied.
I turned around and he guided me to the correct position. I sat back on his face and his tongue immediately began exploring my hole. This was not his first time eating manhole. He had me squirming and moaning within seconds. Finally, I remembered why I was sitting on his face. I bent over and pulled his hard, pink, precum-dripping dick into my mouth. It throbbed menacingly, but I didn't care. I really wanted his nutt and I was going to do everything I could to get it.
Not really knowing what I was doing, I sucked the head of his swollen dick hungrily. I remembered to keep my teeth away from the action and use my tongue and lips to get him off. The way he was going after my manhole, I knew I was doing something right. Or maybe, my ass tasted good to him. I couldn't imagine that, though.
I heard a throaty grumble and then his dick jerked hard and rapidly. He unloaded his balls into my sucking mouth and I swallowed twice. I didn't taste much of his sperm at first, but when his flow slowed, I could taste his male essence. It was very much like mine, but slightly more sweet. I'd have to ask him about why that was. But, at the moment, I was more concentrated on pulling every last drop of jizz from his dick.
All the while, his tongue never left my ass. His dick started to wilt as his cum flow ceased, but he didn't stop licking and sucking on my manhole.
"You must love my hole," I smiled over my shoulder after I released his dick.
"You have no idea," John sighed. "I've never had the pleasure of eating out such a magnificent, bubble butt. Rarely, have I been with a black man. None of them had a dick or ass like yours. None!"
"Surely, some white boys or Latinos have," I questioned.
"Nope, no one."
"That's pretty high praise," I allowed.
"Well, it's true, Adam. You got it all." He paused for a moment. "And I see that your dick is hard again. Evidently, you like sucking dick and swallowing sperm, or you love getting your ass eaten out."
"Probably a little of everything you said," I agreed.
"Are you up for a little more action, maybe something to empty those big nuts of yours again?" John asked.
I smiled. "My dick loves to play and jet nutt," I assured him.
"I know you haven't fucked anyone before, including women, I'd like to be your first. Please, Adam, fuck me."
"Are you sure?" I challenged him. "I'm really big."
"I'm not a virgin, Adam. However," he smirked, "I think if we took it slowly, with a goodly amount of lube, we could manage it."
"Well, if you're sure, what position would be best for you?"
"It's gotta be you on your back and me sitting on your big dick," he suggested. I moved off of his face and sprawled out next to him. My dick was stiff as steel and hungry to pump out more baby gravy. I just hoped that I didn't nutt so fast that he couldn't get my dick inside him. Already, the damned thing was leaking and throbbing urgently. John lubed up his hole and stroked my dick with more lube.
"Careful!" I warned. "This thing is very close to firing and we don't want to nutt on your ass, but in it. Right?"
John laughed at my dilemma. "If I squeeze the head and not stroke it, we should be able to delay my pregnancy." I had to smile as his pregnancy remark. I do shoot a lot, but I don't think he'll get knocked up just because I came in his ass.
"If you're willing to risk pregnancy, so am I," I smiled up at him. "But, I can't promise that I won't squirt my juice into you before you get all of me inside you. Just the idea of my first fuck has me right on the edge."
"A big, black stallion like you could probably get me pregnant just by being in the same bed with me," he opined. "You're every gay man's wet dream."
"I'm not so sure about that. I certainly haven't had any success in that department," I sighed.
"Tonight, you'll have nothing but success."
John moved his round ass over my hips and centered himself over my upright, precum-oozing organ. I felt his ass lips kiss my big dickhead. He swallowed the head and a couple of inches of the thick shaft, but very slowly and with a lot of groaning. "This is the biggest one I've ever taken up my white ass and it's not easy. You truly are horse hung," he smiled down at me. "And I don't regret one inch of it!"
"Just take it easy," I cautioned. "We have the time and I hope I have the patience not to jet out my load before you're ready for it."
"As long as any part of that big dick of yours is up my ass when you nutt, I'll be a very happy man," John allowed. He tried to get his ass to swallow a couple more inches, but he failed. "Fuck! You're so fucking big! I think we need more lube." I handed him the pump bottle of lube. He applied some of the slick agent to my dick and sighed happily when more of my hard dick slipped up his hole. "Yeah, that's more like it."
Because the pace was slow, I'd managed to pull back from a climax precipice. But, as more inches disappeared in John's hole, the need to breed slowly worked higher. John wiggled his ass to force more inches up his love tunnel. He succeeded, but it brought me nearly to the brink of a big climax. I grabbed his ass with both hands to force him to stop moving. "I'm getting too close and I want you to get my entire dick up your ass before I nutt," I hoped.
He added more lube to the base of my dick and slithered easily down farther. I felt his white cakes brush against my pubic hair. A moment later, he crashed hard downward. "Fuckin' enormous dick!" he moaned, grinding against me.
John leaned over and kissed me. I thrust up into him and felt him wince, but he didn't pull away. Keeping my bouncing hips at a slow pace, I was able to delay my climax, but only barely. However, I didn't count on the expertise of Adam's ass. Seconds later, his internal muscles stroked my dick perfectly. With a warning croak, I jutted a massive load into his ass, pounding his hole with abandon. The intense pleasure overwhelmed me and I flopped uncontrollably beneath him. My hips never lost a beat, though.
The way my dick was firing, John was getting a massive load. My hips couldn't stop. The pleasure peak was still soaring. In a matter of a few seconds later, I fired again. I felt my dick jerk five times before it crawled to a trickle of creamy man-juices. "Fuck! What a load!" he exulted.
I was so spent that I could only nod. But, John's ass was still hungry for more fucking and I was still hard. My hips began their mission again. Instead of wanting to plant seed, my libido decided that he should get the full treatment with a session of long-dicking to satisfy his internal needs to be rubbed just right. "Oh, yeah. Like that!" he moaned. "Keep it up. I wanna nutt without touching my dick while you fuck me with that horse dick of yours."
More internal grasps stroked my dick. But, I wasn't ready to nutt after two big loads. Not yet, anyway. However, his dick was bouncing up and down wetly. It slapped against my abs, leaking precum each time it hit. "Let me know when you're ready to jet your load," I asked. "I wanna drink another of your loads."
A few minutes ticked by as my hips thrust harder and faster. "Yeah, pump that hole, Adam. I'm so close!" I didn't change the pace of my thrusts, but I did pull back the depth. I wanted to hit his prostate repeatedly with my fat dickhead, so he could hit his climax without other tactile stimulation. John wiggled his ass, attempting to hit his prostate even harder than I was.
My nuts were starting to boil. I knew there was no point in trying to delay my impending climax. Instead of pumping shallow into him, I went for my climax, slamming deep inside him in jackrabbit fashion. I couldn't get enough of his tight, deep ass tunnel. "Oh, fuck, yeah," John signed hoarsely. "I'm so fuckin' close. Give me that monster dick. Pump and pound me harder!" My dick jerked and I knew I was filling him up again. Rapidly firing jizz into him, I held his hips down again my pelvis and fucked hard. "Oh, fuck. Oh, Fuck! OH, FUCK!" he bellowed.
His dick blasted out creamy ropes of man gravy. They arched out of his dick and splattered against my face and neck. Four times, I caught some of his discharge in my mouth. John stroked his dick to give himself maximum pleasure, forcing more cream from his swollen breeding stick. The action of his ass squeezing each time he pumped out another stream of sperm pushed my dick into a follow-up climax and an additional seeding of his hungry hole. He sat back on my dick as his own dick started to wilt. My dick was still hard, but slowly softening.
John pulled off my black hose and smiled down at me. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. No one comes close," he praised. His countenance changed in a flash. "Uh, I think I need to leave for just a moment!" He scurried toward the master bathroom. I heard the unmistakable sound of my big loads being ejected from his ass. I guess I overfilled him.
A minute later, he was back with a satisfied smile. "You cum so much that I had to abort your babies. The few times I've been fucked bareback, I've never had that experience. You're a STUD!"
"I guess that means your pregnancy didn't take then?" I smiled.
He laughed. "I'm sure there's still enough of your baby sauce in there to create a litter."
I thought about how much I loved eating out his ass. And that made me wonder what it would be like to eat his ass with some of my sperm in it. I knew some of the porn I watched had that activity, but it wasn't that common. I had to assume that not that many guys were into it. But, I had to know if John had tried it. So, I asked, "Have you ever eaten out an ass that you fucked and bred?"
He smiled. "It doesn't happen very often that I'm able to bareback a guy, but if I cream his hole, I'll try to eat my load out. Some guys aren't into it, so I always ask them if they'd object. Some do. Some love it."
"Uh, well, I'd like to try it. I really loved eating your ass out. I know it feels and tastes better than eating out a pussy."
"Fuck, YEAH!" he exclaimed. "I'd love it!" He quickly moved to sit on my face. His hands spread his butt cheeks, exposing his pink hole. I didn't see any of my cream lingering on his ass lips, but I wanted to eat him out anyway. Getting some of my jizz back would be a bonus. I sniffed his hole, but didn't detect anything "organic" that would be nasty. So, I stuck my tongue into his hole and licked hungrily. John relaxed his asshole and I dove deeper. I tasted my cum immediately. I groaned with pleasure and building desire. I could feel my dick begin to stiffen again. Eating out ass was a new way to get me hard, I concluded.
"I can't believe you're hard again," exclaimed John. "Does this beautiful dick get soft?"
I pulled away from his ass long enough to answer. "All the time. Just not when I'm this turned on by what I'm doing. And you have a perfect ass for fucking and eating."
"I'm delighted that you like my butt so much," he groaned as I resumed eating out his manhole. "You can take care of it as often as you like. I'm not putting pressure on your to service me all the time, but anytime you need some action that involved your horse dick and my hungry hole, you always have my permission to take what you need. And if you need to just fuck me and not cum, I'm okay with that, too."
"What's the point of fucking unless you nutt?" I asked. "That's one thing I never liked about the porn I watch. They really get into bareback fucking, and then the top pulls out and sprays his load all over the guy's ass or on his face. If you're gonna fuck, FUCK and BREED!"
"I suppose they need to let the watchers of the porn know that the top shot his load," John allowed. "But, it isn't very real, in my experience, anyway."
"Yeah, that's probably true. But, still, that just nuts to think some guy is gonna spend several minutes pounding on some guy's hole and then pulls out for the money shot? That's not reality," I insisted.
With my hard dick now taking more of my attention than eating out his ass, I suggested that he might want to blow me or get fucked again. John had been blowing me while we'd been discussing the merits of pulling out to show a guy nutt. Consequently, I was very hard and very eager to blow another load into John's ass or mouth.
"You gotta fuck me, again, Adam," John insisted. "But, this time, I think we can change positions to more accurately reflect what real men do. I think my ass is opened enough that I can take you missionary style. I want my legs on your broad shoulders while we kiss and you plunder my ass, again."
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