The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further.
Practice safer sex.
All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied.
The Rescue (M/M, Interracial, Muscle) by LenZelig@aol.com
I had come into San Francisco that Saturday looking for some action. After visiting a couple bars and clubs I had no luck. I was walking near Union Square heading toward the BART station when I noticed I was being followed. There were four white kids in their late teens or early twenties. I remembered seeing them across the street when I'd left the gay bar several blocks from here. The streets were deserted. I walked faster and turned toward Grant Street and Chinatown where there should still be people about.
The guys behind me sped up too. I turned the corner and started running. Behind me I heard the sound of running feet drawing closer. A quick look behind told me I wouldn't reach Grant Street before they caught me. I saw an alley ahead shaded from the light. I ducked in and hid behind a trash dumpster. I heard the runners pass the entrance.
I waited quietly. They stopped to search, not seeing me ahead. One spotted the alley and alerted his buddies. Footsteps echoed between the tight walls of my refuge.
"Thought you could hide from us, faggot," spat out the guy who spotted my lair. He grabbed my arm and roughly hauled me into the center of the alley. One held my arms behind me as I faced the other three.
"Let me go and I'll forget this happened," I offered in desperation.
"We don't want you to forget, fag. We want you to remember," screamed one of them as he uncorked a punch right to my stomach. Other blows followed like rain. I was beaten to my knees, then the ground. A kick speared my side, then another.
I was at the point of collapse when one of my attackers dropped onto the concrete beside me, out cold. The others turned to face an intruder. In the gloom I could see him flash a few quick punches and another attacker staggered backward. A kick caught a third and I could hear ribs cracking. The last one pulled a pistol. Before he could point it another kick caught him on the wrist and the gun flew off into the dark. He backed away holding the broken wrist with his other hand.
My rescuer walked toward the now cowered attackers. They backed away. A hand motion told them to clear out. They picked up their still unconscious comrade and limped off. He turned and knelt beside me. I could see he was a Chinese guy wearing a loose fitting sweat suit. He looked about my age, twenty or so, though his face was smooth without trace of a five o'clock shadow even near midnight. Despite the baggy clothes, you could tell he had a powerful build. His thigh muscles stretched the fabric tight as he bent his legs.
"Are you OK?" he asked in unaccented English.
"I think so, thanks to you," I replied. "Help me up."
"Wait a bit. Let me check you over and see if anything is broken. Lay flat." He asked, "Does anything hurt?"
"Yeah, most everything, but I don't think anything's cracked."
He ran his hands over the bones on my arms and legs and along my torso. I was bruised, but intact. The feel of his strong hands running over my body turned me on. He didn't touch my groin, but I sprung a bone in my pants that he surely noticed. I have about nine and a half inches and, with my twenty-two year old blond swimmer's build, I usually have no problem finding companionship.
"You seem all right," he announced, finishing the check on my left leg just below my crotch. He reached an arm behind my back to help me up. The huge bulge of a massive biceps muscle pressed the back of my neck.
With his support I rose to my feet and faced him. He was a couple inches shorter than my six foot one but must have had a hundred pounds of muscle more than my 160 pounds. Close cut black hair shown on his golden brown face where black eyes gazed into my soul. My knees started to buckle as I hadn't fully recovered from my beating. He saw this and held me to him. My body pressed into his solid pectoral muscles.
He swept me off my feet and cradled me in his arms, carrying me towards one of the buildings. "You need to rest a bit and recover," he said looking down at me.
He took me into an alley entrance. The blacked out windows had a dragon painted on them with some English and Chinese lettering that I couldn't make out. When he turned on the lights I saw the inside that was set up as a sort of exercise area with mats covering most of the floor. He put me down flat on a mat.
I relaxed and breathed slowly trying to regain strength. He loosened my clothes and unbuttoned my shirt. He undid my belt and lowered my zipper. My hard cock snapped up and my thick tool slapped my gut.
I couldn't hide the fact that he turned me on so I made the best of it. "You saved me from those punks. They thought I was gay and would have beaten me to a pulp if you hadn't come along. I can't thank you enough. If you're interested you can try my big dick," I continued, hoping he was gay or at least curious. "My friends say that a big cock is really fun and they seem to enjoy mine plenty. Give me a few more minutes and I can show you how grateful I am."
He laughed. I had men stare in awe or fear at my size, but this was the first to laugh. Perhaps he was straight. As I looked at him, puzzled, he placed my hand on his groin. Beneath the baggy material was a huge pole. He was as big or bigger soft as I was hard. As my hand squeezed the flesh, it started to fill out, thickening and lengthening.
He stood up and pulled off the top of his sweats, revealing all his massive musculature; a huge chest, broad pecs, bulging cannonball shoulders, flaring lats that tapered to an incredibly narrow waist with six bricks of abdominal muscles clearly defined. Then he lowered his pants as I gazed with open mouth. Between thighs that were thicker than my chest hung a tremendous shaft that reached nearly to the knee. It was thicker than my wrist, crisscrossed with veins that pulsed, sending fresh blood to fill it out further. The skin on it was darker than the rest of his body. As it cleared the waistband it sprung up almost horizontal with a slight upward bend from the thick base to the crown that poked its bright red head a bit more than halfway out the now tight foreskin.
"So, you like big dicks," he said stroking the long shaft slowly to bring it to full size. It grew even longer in response. The mushroom head pulled free finally as it extended over fourteen inches, now standing almost vertical against his brick-like abdominals almost to his chest. "Do you want to try mine?"
I nodded. "I'd do anything for you, but I've never met anyone in person bigger than me. My biggest cock was less than half your size. You saved my life. Try not to kill me when you fuck me."
He stepped out off his pants and walked over to a table. He returned with condoms and some lube as I stared at the interplay of his muscles during his movement and the head of the cock that swayed hypnotically, side to side over his torso with his walk.
He stopped by my legs that I spread to give him access as he knelt between them. The pain of my beating was forgotten in anticipation, or was it fear, of what was to come. He lifted my legs to rest in the deep valley between his bulging shoulders and the flaring triangles of the muscles that supported his thick neck. I felt the tip of a lubed finger rub around my hole. He slipped it in as I relaxed, initially to the first joint, then all the way. He rotated it around and rubbed the bulb of my prostate, causing me to moan and leak the first drops of precum.
A second finger was added, then a third. He spread them wide stretching the opening for the much thicker intruder to come. While he was preparing me his stiff sex tool poked between my legs throbbing in readiness alongside my much smaller equipment. I looked along my body at it, the hole in the head looking back at me. It outreached mine even though its root was several inches behind my ass. I felt the heat flowing from the shaft.
Satisfied with his preparations he rolled on a condom and smeared it with lube. The stimulation snapped his prick back to vertical. I felt his powerful hands encircle my hips as he lifted me effortlessly off the mat. With my legs still over his shoulders, he bent me double as he raised me up. The head of the spear pushed up to my hole. It felt so big that it couldn't possibly fit.
He lowered me slowly. The pressure built. I could feel my flesh yielding, stretching. He was steel and I butter. It pushed inside as I gasped, feeling stuffed like never before and this was just the tip. He looked up at my face to see if I was OK. I smiled bravely and he lowered me a couple more inches. I moaned as the crown of his cock brushed past my prostate. He saw my reaction and lifted me up and down to rub my bulb rapidly. I convulsed in ecstasy. My first shot went over his head and splashed into his hair. The next three streaked his face. A couple more wet his neck and chest before a few final pulses dribbled down the sides of my cock.
His tongue licked out to sample my juices from his face as he lowered me a couple more inches. My own cock stayed hard. It usually is super sensitive after I shoot, so I normally pull out and don't touch it for a few minutes after orgasm until I recover. However, I wasn't in control here. My shaft was rubbing along the deep cleft between his pecs, squeezed between them and my own abdominal muscles as he held me to him. That would have been stimulation enough, but his shaft continued to brush my prostate as he moved me up and down, gradually sinking deeper. The heat from his buried flesh seemed to flow right to my balls. I thought that if I could see them they would be glowing red.
I held his neck tight as I convulsed again. I could feel my cock spew forth its juice between our pressed bodies, lubricating them and heightening, if that were possible, the sensations. He moved even deeper inside me. I felt him in places I'd never knew existed.
He pushed up against a bend or block in my gut. I could feel the shaft trying to poke me from inside. He moved me up and down and twisted, looking for a way past the obstruction. The motion pushed me past the brink again as I spasmed around him. Then I felt him twitch and pulse within me. It was a sudden motion that rocked my whole body, then again and again. My senses were overwhelmed. I had a second orgasm right on the heels of the last, then a third.
"Are you OK?" I heard a voice inquire. My left ankle was by my ear. My head rested on the firm neck of my friend, my arms draped limply over his massive back. I remembered where I was and what was happening. I held his neck muscles and pushed back so I could see his face. I was even with him now, bent almost double, legs on his shoulders and my butt on his groin. Looking down I could see my balls, tight to my shaft, resting on a blanket of his straight, black pubic hair. His bush was covered in my white cum that also coated much of our bodies. A few drops were still bubbling from the tip of my cock from an orgasm that I didn't remember.
"I think so," I answered tentatively. "I've had plenty of sex before, but nothing like that. You saved me from a beating then gave me such pleasure. I--I don't even know your name. How can I thank you?"
"I'm Eddie Lee. I would have helped anybody in trouble, but I'm certainly glad that it was you I rescued. Don't worry, you've been thanking me the way heroes have been rewarded down through history. You really seemed to enjoy it, but I had fun too. And we're not done, if you want to continue," he added as I felt him flex for emphasis the hard shaft that plunged up the middle of my gut like a fence post.
"God, do I," I moaned. "I'm Jack, Jack Gordon. Whatever you were doing, do it some more." I hugged his neck and pulled myself to him for a kiss. I opened to accept his tongue. As he explored my mouth my own tongue caressed his.
He lifted me a few inches off his lap. The incredible sensations returned as I felt the full length of him slide through my gripping gut. I sucked strongly on his tongue in surprise at the sudden intensity of it.
My cock slid smoothly along the ridges of his muscular waist trapped between his flesh and mine; lubricated by the many cum loads it already discharged. Added to that I could feel Eddie's long fuck pole slide along my own as it pushed up inside, bulging the muscle and skin of my belly outward in response to the outrageous intrusion. Already, hypersensitive from what had gone before, I broke our kiss and stared, eyes wide, at the calm face of the Chinese stud who was showing me the limitless depths of pleasure.
I was taken by surprise as a hot jet of my own seed splashed off my face. Others sprayed against our bodies as I hugged my arms around his thick neck to anchor my senses as orgasm overwhelmed me. As I neared the peak my body throbbed with an irresistible beat that announced my partner's release. The room spun dizzily and I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feelings pouring out from deep within me. I could see his huge pole in my mind spewing fire through my body. I could feel the heat flow like a stream of lava to my balls and up my cock that poured the scalding liquid onto muscles so overheated that the seed boiled away in great clouds of steam. At least that's what my fevered mind imagined to be happening.
That orgasm merged with the next and the next and the next. Somewhere in there I drifted off to sleep or passed out.
"Jack, Jack?" a man's voice called as a hand stroked my face. I opened my eyes to see the handsome visage of my hero stud. We kissed, long and deep.
He rolled me to my back. I thought he was about to pull out. "Don't go," I pleaded. "I'll be empty, incomplete." I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold me to him, knowing that I couldn't demand anything of him he did not choose to give.
He responded with a slow, full-length fuck stroke, pulling out until only the crown of his flaring head was held in by my ass ring, then plunging back past my prostate and into the deep center of my body. I responded instantly, rising to the stimulation. Within a minute the familiar throb of orgasm shook my cock. As before it was joined and quickly dominated by the pulsing of Eddie's massive member. I drifted in the haze of sexual bliss.
Slowly, returning to reality, I felt and heard as Eddie snapped his cock from my tight ass grip. My hole gaped open to the cool air for a few seconds before snapping shut. I felt his absence, the heat of him no longer warmed my gut. I saw the still firm shaft as it stood proudly erect against his abdominals. The latex sheath was covered with my ass juices. At the tip a white globe of trapped seed bulged to twice the size of his already thick hose. I reached for this treasure, peeling the condom, careful not to spill a drop. He watched as I inverted the rubber and drank deeply of his precious gift. We kissed again and I offered the bounty that still coated my tongue to him.
It was morning. We shared a shower in the facilities adjacent to the main room. He fucked me again, draining my strength so much that he had to help support me while we dried ourselves and dressed. I begged to be his lover, boyfriend or slave. I was devastated when he said he had a lover already, but recovered when I found that he went to Berkeley too. As we parted, he invited me to his fraternity Friday night, promising me a big surprise. I can hardly wait.
Note: More adventures of Eddie Lee and his friends can be found in Bill's Education and Bill's Continuing Education.