The Disclaimer.
The following story contains a fairly graphic description of sex between two males. If this offends you, prepare to be offended.
If reading this type of story is forbidden where you live perhaps it is time to move home, or at least draw the shades.
If you are underage and shouldn't be reading this, please don't write to me and tell me about it, I really don't want to know.
The rest of you may read on.
Till The Next Time
Yes, the money is good, but that is about all that can be said for this God-awful job. Just the two of us, stuck on a godforsaken island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for three years at a stretch. Oh, once it was a key point in the telegraph network that held the British Empire together. Undersea cables came ashore and went into rooms full of repeating equipment. Then there was a staff of nearly fifty, a supply boat came once a month with the mail and other goodies, why, there was even a shop. But that has all gone, now there is just one building mostly filled with automated equipment that almost looks after itself, and only two of us in case of 'the emergency', which never happens. The mail boat, it only comes every three months. So we sit in paradise, bored to tears.
We are as alike as chalk and cheese. Mike is a very large Negro. Slow in his movements, but very precise, he never has to redo anything - he does it correctly the first time, oh, and he's straight, well, almost straight. Then there is me, Jim, team leader, Caucasian, short, light weight, fast moving, cunning and gay. Not exactly the perfect combination, but we manage.
Without ever discussing it we seem to have settled down like a married couple. I do all the cooking and cleaning and Mike does all the heavy work. Alas, Mike also suffers from the lack of female company, which is where I come in. I can sense the sexual frustration building and I usually assist it by - to put it in its crudest terms - wiggling my ass at him. You see, the little bit of Mike that is not straight, fancies me. Which is kinda nice as I think Mike is a hunk.
Amazingly enough he feels the frustration build, but never notices that I'm helping it on its way. Then I get him slightly drunk, and 'it' happens again. Like now, for example...
He is sitting opposite me, on his fourth bottle of beer, his speech not yet slurred, but I can see the effects of the alcohol in his eyes, and his crotch for that matter. He never could control his stiffy with a drink in him. He is trying not to look at me. Perhaps that is because I'm wearing just a pair of rather short shorts, which are also exceedingly tight. Oh, I do have a rather cute ass, even if I do say so myself, and these shorts to it justice.
Tomorrow one of the diesel engines that power the generators is scheduled for a major overhaul. This is a mucky job and I hate it. Sadly it is my turn to do it, unless of course, Mike volunteers.
I'm chatting brightly as if nothing was going on, but in truth the sexual tension is so thick that you could cut it into slices and sell them on E-bay. He has now started licking his lips, this is one of the last signs that he is about to lose control. Mind you, the point of no return was passed some time back, when he started to get a hard on. Every time he gets a bit drunk and goes hard on me, I get fucked. As it has been nearly a week since the last time, which constitutes a bit of a record, I'm in for a good time tonight. In his usual slow manner he rises out of the chair and stands over me.
"I'm sorry Jim, it's happening again!" he says, quietly.
"Aw come on Mike, I'm just about managing to sit comfortably after the last time. Can't you wait a couple of days?" I say, putting a bit of whine in my voice.
"No, it's gotta be tonight, now in fact," he says.
I try to make a run for it but he grabs me as I leave my chair. He lifts me bodily and tucks me under his massive arm, like a doll. Now the fun bit is, I can fight him off as hard as I like but he'll still win. So, although I'm bluffing, I need pull no punches. Also as there is not another human for hundreds of miles I can scream and shout as much as I want to. Naturally I do both, but this in no way impedes our progress to the living quarters.
Once there he strips me naked and throws me on the bed hard enough to wind me. Then he gets on top of me and pins me to the bed with his weight. Slowly he wriggles around shedding his clothes and eventually I can feel his sweaty skin against mine. God, why can't he admit to liking guys? Then we could have a normal relationship and I could get that lovely black cock of his in my mouth. Still, this foreplay can be fun, if you're into that sort of thing.
"I know this hurts you, Jim. I'll be as gentle as I can. But if I don't fuck something soon..." his voice dribbles out as he guides the shaft of his weapon to its target.
As I was fairly sure that I would get done tonight earlier I had taken the precaution of greasing my ass up. Which is just as well as the head of his cock is very abruptly inside me. I yelp and he apologises. This sequence of; shove, yelp, apology, is repeated until most of his manhood is right up me.
For good measure I try to escape every few minutes. This results in him grabbing me tightly as he thrusts into me. However once he is fully inside he goes straight into the fuck.
For those of you who have never found yourself in between a very large Negro and the mattress, let me tell you, it is wonderful. There is nothing quite like getting fucked by a big black guy who really knows how to use his tool. Every last inch of the monster is run through my ring on each stroke. Every pull back leaves me feeling totally empty and every thrust stretches my ass to its limit.
Naturally I spend my time encouraging him in the only way that I can, by fighting and screaming, as I fruitlessly try to escape my fate. The more that I do it, the hotter he gets and the harder he fucks me. Suddenly he grips me even tighter and his cock is going in and out of my ass like a piston rod. The moment is near! Then he rams it all the way home.
At this point in the narrative perhaps I should take time out to describe his weapon. As well as being large, the shaft flares out at the base. When he shoots he shoves the entire thing up me and the wide base stretches my ring. This really does cause me pain and I arch off the bed trying to escape for real. But I'm held most firmly against his body while his mighty weapon is discharging inside me. Fortunately, I like a moderate amount of pain during sex and it tips me over the edge, causing me to dump my load on the bed. All day tomorrow my ass will hurt and I'll get stiff remembering what caused it.
Slowly we both relax and sink onto the bed. His cock is still twitching inside my body and in my mind's eye I can see the last dribbles of cum oozing out of it. As usual, he begins to cry and beg my forgiveness. He swears that he can't control himself. As an act of good faith, he offers to service the diesel engine for me tomorrow, and I accept. I lie beneath him sniffing piteously but enjoying the feeling of his monster wilting in my ass.
One day I'm going to push my luck and see if I can get him to 'force' me to suck his cock, but not tonight. Now I just roll over, take him into my arms and cuddle him.
"It's all right Mike. I know that you have a very high sex drive, and there are no women available. But try to control yourself, just a bit? OK?" I whisper in his ear.
He promises to try his best, but we both know that he'll fail. Well, I'll make damn sure that he will!
The End
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