The Disclaimer
If you are a homophobe, underage or live in an uncivilized part of the world, this is the absolutely perfect moment for you to press the Backspace key and return from whence you came.
The rest of you perverts may continue.
The Prologue
Our story opens in the large summerhouse of Mr. Wilson, the patriarch of the Wilson family and its company, Wilson's Paints. The company has been quietly going downhill for several years as Mr. Wilson is an old stick-in-the-mud, and has failed to move with the times. Finally the members of the family on the board of directors had forced him to get an advertising agency to revamp their image.
Our narrator, David, was for the first time given complete artistic control of an account. Mr. Wilson was furious at a black guy being in an executive position, but was unable to do anything about it. No doubt he would have been apoplectic had he also known that David was gay. Mr. Wilson was very strong on 'Family Values', whatever they are.
However, David's ideas for advertising house paint with witty animated paintbrushes caught on with the public and business had boomed. Thus Mr. Wilson now thought the sun shone out of David's anal sphincter, so much so that he invited David to the management 'end of the year' party at his summerhouse.
Here we find him as the odd man out, he is the only male unaccompanied by a female, the only one not in a suit and tie, the only black and apparently the only gay guy.
The Party
To tell you the truth, I had been ordered by my boss to attend. If I had my druthers, I'd have made an excuse not to go, as those kinds of functions bore me to death. I checked out the other males in the room, nearly all of them were too old to interest me, and, anyway each had a female with him to keep an eye on him.
Mr. Wilson never really trusted anyone who was not tied down with a wife, kids and a mortgage. Suddenly, there was a late arrival; single, male and a hunk! He looked a bit uncomfortable in a suit. Not quite the nightclub bouncer, 'Gorilla in a penguin suit' bit, but he would have looked better in a T-shirt and jeans.
Old Man Wilson was heading his way and looked like he was going to chew him out. Time to make a move. I got to him first and stalled Old Man Wilson.
"Hi, I don't think we have met before. My name is David and I ran your advertising campaign," I said, holding out my hand.
He shook my hand and grinned as he saw Wilson get drawn into a conversation with another guy, "Hi, I'm Jim, and you have just saved my life. The Old Man was going to have my balls for being late, followed by the, 'when are you and Amanda going to get married' speech. It isn't even my fault that I'm late, it's raining cats and dogs out there."
Shit, that was it; someone else interrupted and led him away! I was having lousy luck. Then things got under way. First there was an embarrassing showing of all the ads that I had made and then I was forced to get up and give a short speech. From the raised dais, I had a fairly good view of the crowd, and they had a good view of me.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Jim was taking an interest in my butt. Considering the pants that I was wearing had been deliberately tailored to accentuate the natural beauty of my butt, this was not at all unusual. Hey guys, if you've got it, flaunt it! However Jim was admiring it more than the rest of my audience put together. Very subtly I began to pose for him. Soon I had him wiping his forehead with a napkin.
After I was finished, there was a buffet meal. I hung back and only joined the line when Jim did. This put me directly in front of him. Then I did a simple maneuver. I stepped forwards, but not quite as far as he had expected and my buns were ground into his groin. As the rest of the line had moved up behind him, he couldn't back off. I wriggled my butt and with it felt his growing erection.
"Please!" he whispered desperately.
I relented and moved slightly forwards. He had to stay close or people might notice the tent in the front of his pants. It took him quite a while to arrange things down there to make himself presentable again. I selected my food and drifted off to talk to people. Eventually I went in search of the bathroom and met Jim in the hallway; fortunately we were alone.
"What the fuck were you doing back there?" he said, sounding a bit pissed.
"You had been feasting your eyes on my butt, I thought you might like to know what it felt like. Here, have another go," I said, grabbing his hands and placing them on my ass.
There was a short pause as he fondled me, then reality kicked in and he realized what he was doing. I put this pause to very good use.
"Get away from me, What do you think I am, some kind of faggot!?" he said, as he jumped back.
I just grinned and went off to the bathroom. The night wore on and finally people began to drift off home. Jim, having arrived late, couldn't leave with the first wave. However, when he did pluck up enough courage to head for the door, a look of panic came over his face. Frantically he searched through his pockets.
My father was an amateur magician and he taught me a lot of his tricks. I can take your watch off your wrist and you'll never notice it's gone until I hand it back to you. So lifting his car keys while he had been handling my buns had been child's play.
My next move was to 'discover' his problem, offer him a ride home, then try the old line, 'Wanna come in for coffee?' Which translates to 'Wanna come in and fuck like bunnies?' Well, I've never ever had to actually produce the coffee.
More people had left and there were only a few couples still around. Time to make my move. Just as I was lining him up for the kill, all the lights went out! Hell, my luck was terrible! Mr. Wilson instructed everyone to stand still until the backup generators cut in. He must have been used to power outs, living way up in the hills.
A few seconds later some of the lights came back on and it was safe to move around. Everyone now prepared to leave and I moved in Jim's direction. Godamnit! Another interruption foiled my plans. One of the couples that had just left was now back at the front door. It seemed that the storm had blown several utility poles across the road and it was blocked completely.
Fortunately Mr. Wilson's house had tons of bedrooms and soon they were being allocated. When all the couples were sorted out, it left just Jim and me to be dealt with. This time the Good Fairy, whose job it is to look after scheming little faggots like me, smiled down upon my kinky little head.
There was only one bedroom left and it was a double bed. Jim, now firmly caught on the horns of a dilemma, sort of dithered a bit. He didn't dare object in case he was thought to be a racist; however sharing the same bed with my butt also caused him problems.
As the emergency generator had a limited capacity - it powered only a few lights, the electric pumps on the gas fired heating system, fridge, freezers and such - we were given oil lamps to see our way to bed. I thought it was really romantic, going down the hall, lit only by the flickering lamp. Jim was very, very quiet.
When I shut the door, and we were alone, I could see that he was shaking and, as I watched, his pants slowly tented out again. I walked over and hugged him. His hands moved quite naturally to my buns. He sighed as he caressed them. Then suddenly he pushed me off.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
Ah, like all men, his cock ruled his body. His prick knew exactly what it wanted and he was being dragged along. There was a small en suite bathroom so I suggested that a shower might help cool him off a bit. He protested weakly as I undressed him, not really meaning it until I had him stripped to the waist. But as I unbuckled his belt he caught my hands.
"You haven't got anything I haven't seen before," I said, breaking his weak grip on me.
When his pants hit the floor, he stepped out of them like a robot and did nothing to stop me removing his underwear. Hmm. I may have seen it all before, but there sure was a lot to see this time.
The head of it was big, bigger than the shaft. It was a cock that would take a lot of effort to get the head in, but after that things would be a lot easier. Not that the shaft was skinny, it was, in itself, quite a respectable girth, widening out where it disappeared into the curly brown hair of his bush. His balls were fully retracted against the underside of the shaft. Yup, he was primed and ready to blast off.
While he went into the bathroom and was fiddling around in the gloom, trying to adjust the shower, I quickly stripped off and I was just in time to follow him in. The poor guy was shaking as I washed him. Now I got to play with his butt. Pure muscle! God, I wanted to get my face in between those buns. I took his hands off my butt and gave him the soap. He washed me off and when he got to my butt he squatted down to try to get a good look at it.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, nearly making me laugh.
"Your cock wants to get up my ass and fuck me, and that's just fine with me."
"You'll let me fuck you?" he asked, in an awed voice.
"I'd happily trip you up then get between you and the floor."
That made him smile and he was a bit more animated as we dried each other off. I led him back to the bedroom and he lay on the bed while I picked up our clothes and folded them neatly. I also retrieved the tube of lubricant from my jacket. I always was an optimist and once again it paid off to be prepared. He never even noticed that I placed two sets of car keys on the bedside table.
Once I had both of us slick, I lay face down and he mounted me. As I had predicted, getting the head through my ring sure made my eyes water, but as soon as that was over he was sinking into me at a nice slow rate. He kept babbling on about how good it felt and how nice and tight I was. Good, I figured that he had now passed the point of no return, if you know what I mean. For example, if you give a dog a bone, then try to snatch it back at the last second, things get really wild. If you do the same to a man, then you can have a very memorable fuck indeed.
"I think you had better stop! You're too big for me, take it out!" I pleaded.
He didn't even answer me; he just wrapped his arms around my chest and held me tight. Good move, but less than perfect. I fought to get free and gradually wormed my way up the bed. This left only the head inside me. Now he got the message and grabbed my shoulders and forced me back down and onto his cock.
As my struggles and pleading now became stronger and louder, he began to fuck me. Using his superior strength and weight, he easily stopped me from escaping. Obviously all my squirming beneath him was having its desired effect and his humping became quite frantic. Oh God, I could feel that big head of his dick moving up and down inside my guts. His manhood erupted inside me; it bucked and twitched as it shot his seed into me, forcing it as far up me as he could get it. Yes, properly goaded, Jim was a remarkably good fuck, for a straight guy.
Gradually he sobbed to a stop and lay panting on top of me. Inside me, his once hard rod began to soften. The raging monster of a moment ago was sated. Well, temporarily, if I got my way. Slowly he pulled out and I felt really empty. I rolled over and looked at him. If you are black, and you open your eyes real wide, it makes you look very scared. Holding your arms in front of your chest, with your palms out as if to protect yourself, completes the picture of a little black boy who has just been sexually abused by a big white man.
"Oh, God! I'm sorry David; I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't stop myself!" he said, unable to meet my gaze.
Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I couldn't hold out for much longer. Then I broke and went into a giggle fit. Watching the reactions cross his face made it all worthwhile. First there was confusion, then disbelief and finally the realization that he had been conned.
"You were play acting! Why?"
"Let me ask you a question. On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate that as a fuck?"
"That was the wildest fuck of my life. I was determined to shoot inside you."
"And now you have the answer to your question. Let's go and clean up."
Afterwards we lay on the bed, me in his strong arms, his chin resting on the top of my head, chatting and finding out about each other. He had been a jock at school. All the girls had been after him and he had had quite a good sex life. Then Amanda had come along.
Her daddy owned a company, one of the suppliers for Wilson's Paints, and as such he was very rich. One day he would die and Amanda would inherit the lot. That was the leash round his neck, marry Amanda and he would one day be independently wealthy.
In the meantime, she controlled him by rationing his sex. As his cock did his thinking for him, he was trapped by greed and lust. So Amanda had one seriously butch jock, effectively eating out of her hand. However, although she didn't know it, she now had some real competition. I wasn't going to ration his sex! Thanks to my success with the Wilson account, I had gotten a big raise, an obscenely large bonus, and a promise of free rein in the future. For the first time in my life, I had more money than I needed.
There was a lull in the conversation and suddenly he said, "David, can I ask you a personal question. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."
"Fire away!" I said, trying not to groan.
You see, straight guys ask the most damned stupid questions like - have I done it with a girl? Yes, but it was not as good as the real thing! Do I fancy little boys? No, do you fancy little girls.
I wondered what it would be this time?
"When I fucked you, did you get anything out of it?"
Ah, that one! Straight guys have butts, lovely, sensual, sexy butts, and all they ever use them for is sitting on.
"I think that I got at least as much pleasure out of it as you did."
"How?"
"Roll over and I'll show you," I offered, grinning slyly.
"No way. No guy is going to buttfuck me," he said.
"I promise not to fuck you. Besides, I'm not strong enough to rape you."
He rolled over and I got between his thighs. Gently I parted his buns and got the first whiff of the smell of a randy male. He had worked up quite a sweat screwing me and his musky odor attracted my face downwards in search of its source.
"Ever told someone to kiss your ass?" I inquired.
"Yeah, sure!"
"You are just about to find out what it feels like!"
The bastard clenched his buns tightly together. I licked the crack of his ass until they relaxed and once more I could part them. He groaned when he felt my face rub against the inner sides of his buns and sighed as I kissed his ring.
His musky maleness now filled my nostrils and made my brain buzz. I now brought my tongue into play again, running it over the length of his crack. His hands came back to assist me by holding his ass cheeks apart. Gradually my tongue homed in on his ring and probed deeply. Jim was reduced to uttering pure gibberish as my tongue rimmed him and I'll bet you a thousand dollars he never even noticed as my finger invaded him. Over several minutes, my finger took over the job that my tongue had started and I could sit up again.
"Now I want you to turn round very carefully and try to keep my finger inside you, because I'm going to blow you," I said.
"You're going to give me a blowjob?"
"First I'll blow your cock, then I'll blow your mind," I said.
Now, I do pride myself on my cock sucking abilities, after all I did train under a master cocksucker. He was a guy in his mid 40s with a passion for sucking the cocks of teenage blacks. He paid five bucks for the privilege of getting his mouth round your black wiener, and he kept you running on the edge of an orgasm for about 30 minutes. By the time he finally let you cum, your balls were really hurting and boy, did you ever give him your all.
Being a bright kid, I paid attention to all his wiles and tricks. Jim may well have had his cock sucked before, but it would never have been like this. For a full 20 minutes he writhed in ecstasy as my tongue and lips worked as a team, first mapping out the most sensitive bits of his member, then ruthlessly exploiting them, while my finger just wriggled inside him. By then he was begging to be allowed to shoot. I reluctantly came up for air.
"OK, Jim, now I'm going to light your afterburner! So hold on tight, you are about to shift from Impulse Drive to Warp Drive," I said, getting back on the job.
Somewhere, out there on the web, there is a very sad, sick, homophobic guy who runs a website that has the title 'God hates faggots'.
Actually God loves fags, why else would he have put your prostate where he did, perfectly positioned for gay lovemaking. So most straight males know nothing of the joys of having a prostate massage. My invading finger touched, for the first time, that slick flat bit behind the base of Jim's cock.
To be honest the most difficult thing I had to do from then on was to keep his cock in my mouth. He thrashed about on the bed like a man possessed. I would estimate he lasted roughly a minute before his back arched off the bed and he was pumping his load into my face. Considering it was his second load of the evening, it was quite copious.
Like a connoisseur sampling a rare vintage, I rolled his seed round my tongue enjoying its masculine flavors. They say that wine tasters spit it out afterwards. I'd never have made a good wine taster, it was in my mouth, it was mine and I swallowed it. I returned from my little daydream to find poor Jim lying, quite freaked out, on the bed. He groaned every time I sucked to make sure there wasn't even a dribble left in him. When I was certain he wasn't holding any back I released his, now limp, cock and slid my finger from his butt.
"Now that was all caused by my finger, just think what a big fat cock like yours feels like," I said, finally answering his question.
I left him gasping on the bed while I washed my face and hands. When I returned he opened his arms to welcome me back. When a great big hunk holds me tightly to his chest, I feel like a little kid again. He giggled a bit and I asked what was so funny.
"You see, I always felt sorry for gay guys. I thought that they would never get to find out just how good sex could be. God, I was a fool," he said.
I sneakily started kissing his chest and, as I got away with it, my lips made slow progress up to his neck. There I brought my tongue into action again and licked my way up to his face. Straight guys sometimes have a hang-up about kissing, but they always go quite silly when you stick your tongue in their ear and wiggle it around.
By the time I ran my tongue over his lips, they just parted and let me in. Jim might not have known much about butt fucking or rimming, but he certainly knew how to kiss. It was about this point that my ultimate goal changed. At first I was merely after a one-night stand. Then I had decided to break Amanda's hold on him and set him free. Now I was quite determined to keep him all to myself. Eventually I inquired which end of me he preferred to stick his cock into.
He thought for a moment and said, "That would be a difficult call to make."
"How about a second round to help you to make up your mind?" I offered.
"Thanks, but I've never managed to shoot three times in one evening and I doubt if I could even get it hard again."
"Getting it hard again is my job," I said, and proved it by using my lips and tongue.
Once he was up, I sat on it. He might have thought he was sexually exhausted. However, as soon as he was back inside my performance- enhancing butt, he thought differently. I spent another happy 10 minutes bouncing up and down on his manhood, again feeling the joy of its head moving in my guts. God, it was like being fist fucked by a midget. Suddenly he was getting close and I knew that I couldn't hold him back much longer.
"Spit on your hand and jack me off. I want it really messy this time," I commanded.
He did exactly that and, as I was hotter than Hell, I finally got to shoot my wad. He was the one who was holding my cock when it fired so he couldn't really complain when the first shot hit him full in the face. Naturally as my orgasm hit, my ass went into spasms on his pole. He, of course, had no idea of what it felt like to be in the butt of a guy who is spraying his load everywhere.
However I knew full well what the outcome would be, I'd get his load inside my guts, and when it happened I could have cried from sheer joy. He looked fantastic in the lamplight, his cum-covered face screwed up in the ecstasy of an orgasm. When his thrusting died down, I lent forwards and licked his face clean.
The rest of that first night was spent sleeping in his arms with his chin again resting on my head. The next morning he woke up halfway through me sucking him off and I got to savor his jism for the second time. We got cleaned up and dressed.
He noticed his keys on the table and just grinned at me. When we went down, there was a buffet breakfast ready and we wolfed down our food. Sex is, after all, a very energetic sport! About noon the road was cleared and we made a dinner date before departing.
The Epilogue.
Amanda, now unable to control Jim, ditched him. The bitch also got him fired. However by that time David needed a Personal Assistant and made sure Jim got the job. David, being a creative type, was not good at organizing, and Jim was just perfect for the task.
Eventually Jim moved in with David, er, to save the cost of running two homes. Their sex life just got better and better as Jim first learned how to suck cock, roll over and let David fuck him, and finally one night, Jim got his face between the cute black buns of David and rimmed him. And to think, David had done everything in his power to avoid going to that party. The Good Fairy sure moves in mysterious ways, her miracles to perform.
The End
My thanks to RH for Editing this.
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