This is a continuing story of interracial sex between men, based on real-life events. The details are recalled to the best of my ability, but the dialogue is, of course, mostly made up.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," I said, turning on the fan.
"Not a problem, I have been sleeping very well. This is a comfortable bed," said Malcolm as he sat up.
Still, `no thanks given' I thought to myself as I undressed to my boxers and slid under the covers, anxious to see if he was in the mood for sex.
"So, James, let's get something clear," said Malcolm as he sat further upright, displaying his thick upper body, lightly dotted covered with tightly curled hairs. This was, by far, the hottest man I had in my bed, yet I had trepidations. "It is very unusual for a stranger like yourself to invite someone into his home without conditions. Tell me, am I here because you genuinely are concerned about my situation, or because you love my cock so much?"
The sleep he just had obviously awakened him as he was no longer as quiet and moody as earlier. Or perhaps he was genuinely distraught and, in his own way, now happy to have a place to stay. But I was, again, caught unprepared for his direct questioning.
I stammered out of nervousness and being afraid of saying the wrong thing. I figured if we were to get along, unabated honesty would be best, which would prove to be very difficult with Malcolm. "Really, Malcolm, both. I mean, you're so hot to me, and I also want to make sure you're okay. I hate that you're in this situation."
He looked at me, appearing pleasantly surprised, nodding his head in the affirmative. "Just to let you know, I have a very keen sense when someone is not telling the truth," he said, staring intently into my eyes.
"I'm being truthful," I said.
"Mostly, but there is something you are not telling me. What are your concerns?"
Again, the need for a quick, response that required thought. But if I was being honest, I wouldn't have to think.
He sensed my hesitation and his expression turned serious and impatient. "C'mon boy, tell me."
"That you may take advantage of my niceness," I said returning his stare.
He seemed somewhat offended by my statement, sitting up further. "Oh, baby, I will do nothing that you don't want me to do. You are a weak man who needs someone like me to do things you were always afraid to ask for. Now you have a fantastic personality and your generosity is most admirable. But I will never take advantage of you, or do anything against your wishes. But I know you well James, just in the few moments we spent together."
His African accent, well-chosen words, and ability to read my thoughts had me mesmerized.
He calmed down and continued. "I will leave anytime you wish me to, just say the word James. I was very happy when you offered me your place, not only because I was in desperate need, but also because I think we could have something special. I make no promises what I will or won't do, how long I will be here, or what tomorrow brings because my future has always been uncertain. You hear me?" he said, beginning to stroke my hair.
"Yes, I hear you Malcolm."
"Good, we have much more to talk about and do," said Malcolm as he got up to use the bathroom. He wore loose boxers that showed off his large, floppy penis. He returned and joined me under the covers as the cool of the evening began to set in. "What do you have to drink?"
"Um water, some soda, juice,..." I was interrupted by his look of amusement. "Oh, you meant alcohol?"
"Yes James, when one wants alcohol, they say they want a drink. If I want something else, I will say it. We are adults here, not children needing juice or milk."
"I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, you didn't know, now you do. Now what do you have to drink?"
"Beer, some vodka, whiskey, bourbon...."
"I'll have a bourbon, sounds wonderful. Get yourself one also."
The assumption that I would get him the alcohol was expected, but nonetheless irritating. He was right, I was a weak man, but only in his presence. I returned, noticing he had turned on the TV, watching a boxing match as I handed him his drink that had a generous amount of alcohol. Still no gratitude.
"So James," he said after sipping his drink. "There is something you must understand, and the sooner the better."
"Yes?"
"I'm going to get straight to the point. We have had sex before I and I noticed certain tendencies you have. You are very submissive and needy."
Again, he read me well. "Is that a problem?" I asked.
"No not at all. It's something I like about you."
"However, there's still a part of you that is holding on to a belief that you have upper hand, are in some, way, better than me, perhaps because of my situation, or..."
"No not at all Malcolm..." I said interrupting him.
He quickly put his large, meaty hand over my mouth. "Do not interrupt me, ever," he said, his tone menacing. He slowly released his hand from my mouth. "NEVER, talk when I am talking. As I was saying, we are not equals. You are the cock sucking white faggot who craves my dark cock," he said, pausing. "But I decide when you get it, how you get, it, where you get it....IF you get it. Understand boy?"
His sudden mood change was concerning. While I appreciated his candor, I was not yet ready for this conversation, or this situation. "Yes, I do Malcolm. But all this is happening so quickly, you are so correct about me, but I need time to absorb it all. No one has read me like you, made me think about myself like I am at this moment."
Malcolm finished his drink, and held it out for another. "I don't expect you to understand it all immediately, and I will take that into consideration. But you must listen and follow my lead. Now go get another drink." He held out his empty glass.
Humbled, I took his glass and refilled it. Another concern that was developing was his heavy use of alcohol. But as I was walking back toward the bedroom, it sank in that he was right about me still.
I came back and handed him the drink, which he sat down on the night stand. "I will try to take it slower James. I can tell you are in deep thought. But there is one more thing, and this is not negotiable, ever. If we are to share the bed, you must be naked. Remember what you said, what's yours is mine. So, I believe that means not only is this bed is mine, but you are mine also."
As I removed my underwear, Malcolm rolled over so that he was on top of me, looking directly into my eyes while stroking my hair back. The heat of his body surrounded me, his hands reaching my face, fingers opening my lips. I sucked them in, they were thick and rough. I could feel his growing dick resting against mine.
He took out his fingers and then began kissing my lips, his wet fingers stroking the side of my ass. His kissing got more passionate as he reached my hole, slowly probing. He then began feverishly kissing my throat and neck, making growling noises, then gently biting my ear. I could feel the tip of his cock stroke mine as he ravished me with kisses, licks and bites. His breath smelled of alcohol, but I found it oddly exciting. I returned his kisses with equal passion. He momentarily stopped, and gently kissed my lips.
"I am....", he said kissing my lips between words, "your master and your king." He probed deeper with his thick finger, opening it with another. "Do you understand that?" he asked as he stopped to look at me.
"Yes Sir," I responded, not only caught up in the moment, but acknowledging my place under him.
"Good white boi, you know your fucking place. I own this piece of ass, and you will always have it ready for me. I plan on you being my bitch, obedient slave, and perhaps, one day, my wife," he said with increased tenacity. As if I didn't already have enough to digest, now the potential of being Malcolm's wife?
He got off me and stood at the edge of the bed, cock at full mast. "Suck my black dick you white whore." I did as told, aroused at how I was being treated. He discovered my buttons, and pressed each one of them repeatedly. I sucked on his wide, soft head, tongue stroking the underside where it joined the shaft and occasionally probing the wide piss slit. His cock was heavy and meaty, a challenge for anyone.
"Fuck bitch, you are a good cocksucker, making me proud," he said as he stroked my mouth while playing with my hair. The feel of his hairy belly rubbing my face, thick cock pressing the back of my throat, hands strongly gripping my head had me in ecstasy. He bent down and gripped my ass, again probing with his finger, while slapping it with his free hand while I continued to suck him in deeper. He pulled out, leaving a trail of saliva that dripped onto the floor.
"Put your ass on the edge of the bed and spread your legs," he instructed. I positioned myself on my stomach and offered him my ass. He roughly turned me over, then raised my legs. "I see you're kind of slow to understand white boy," he said as he jerked me toward him so that my ass was in easily accessible. "Damn bitch, you got a pretty pussy," he said as he knelt and began to work it with his tongue. His ass eating skills were amazing. Between his darting tongue and thick fingers, I was close to orgasm.
Just when I was about to cum, he stood up, raised my legs and spread them as far as they could go, and guided his cock inside, impaling me with all ten, thick inches of manhood. I wasn't sure if he realized it, but my legs were stretched to their limit by his strong arms. Hoping to ease the pain, and allow him more freedom with his hands, I grabbed my ankles and kept my legs open in a more comfortable position. He began to pinch my nipples while working his cock in and out, pinching them hard, causing me to cry out in pain. He released them and bent over to kiss me while stroking my insides. I could feel the girth of his cock rubbing my insides as my hole kept getting looser. The smell of alcohol mixed in with his abundant sweat gave him a funky, but arousing odor that filled my nostrils.
"You like this cock in your ass, don't you?" he said, his lips right next to mine, picking up the pace of his fucking.
"Fuck yes," I moaned, kissing him. He then put his large hand around my throat, picking up his fucking to a feverish pitch. Then suddenly came the sound of a man having an intense orgasm, a deep, loud moan in conjunction with a hard thrust as he poured his seed into me. While his grip around my throat was strong, it didn't cut off my breathing. He pulled out his dick, but then quickly slammed it back in. I used my ass to milk every drop out, prompting more moans from the man who had just inseminated me.
By now my legs were cramping and sore, so him pulling out brought me much needed relief as I could rest my legs. We both were still in the afterglow of pent up desire. I looked up and saw and saw the giant Black man, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, his half hard uncut pipe still oozing sperm. When he bent down, I thought I was going to receive another kiss but instead, he spat in my face, catching me by surprise.
"Clean my cock whore," he said, slapping me. Humiliated and confused, got on my belly and sucked him, getting the last of his juices.
"That's a good bitch," he said, rubbing my head while I nursed on his now soft cock. With Malcolm, I had no shame in showing what I wanted, to be a woman for a man who wanted one. Not only did he not judge me, but was turned on by it, and encouraged it. "I am going to use the shower," he said, as he pulled his cock out of my eager mouth and headed toward the bathroom.
He stopped and looked at me. "Are you just going to lie there? Come wash your king."
I got up and followed him into the bathroom where he was urinating. I placed a hand on his large, round firm butt, and kissed his shoulder. Shaking the last drop from his now fully covered cock, he turned, faced me, and put his hands on my shoulders. "I hope you appreciate what I just did for you," he said, looking at me. Again, I was slightly annoyed at his presumptuous behavior but was understanding that he was genuine, and knew he had me where he wanted.
"Yes, I am," I said confidently as he continued his daunting stare.
"I believe you. You are good wife material. Right now, you will show your appreciation for me."
At this point I did not take his comments about me being his wife seriously, figuring it was said in the heat of the moment. I kissed his chest, and he laughed, then held my chin in his large hand. "You will learn, my white whore," he said as he gently pushed my head down. "Kneel and kiss my feet."
`This guy was really serious about this,' I thought as I kissed each of his wide size 16 feet. I reminded myself to trim his nails and scrub his rough feet if we were to sleep in the same bed.
Now run some bath water," he said as he sat on the toilet. "Get me another drink and close the door behind you."
After turning on the tub faucet, and adding some soap to make a more pleasant body odor, I left and fixed his drink, pondering whether this was a sustainable situation. He was pompous, assuming, bossy, but confident in his beliefs. That, along with a hot body and equally insatiable sexual drive had me strongly attached to him. My biggest concern at this point was his drinking, though he appeared to handle it well. I was, for the first time, concerned about my not being able to match someone's sex drive, but knew I wouldn't have much say if I continued.
I knocked on the door to see if he was ready. "Come in Jamie," he said. The bathroom was filled with the odor of a bowel movement, but luckily the fragrance from the bath soap was taking over. He was lying in the tub, head back and relaxed. I took a loofah and gently scrubbed his body while he talked nonstop about his life in Africa, and how much he missed the friendliness of the people. I noticed a small round scar on his upper back, which he said he got when he was shot as a boy, but didn't want to go into detail.
"Do you like your new name?" he asked as he stood up and turned his back to me indicating that he wanted his back side to be washed, which I did with pleasure.
"Of course," I responded. I took my time washing his wide back, ample buttocks, large thighs and calves, kissing his butt cheeks in admiration. Though I remembered he didn't like his ass played with, I thought I'd try again after a thorough cleansing. I spread his butt cheeks and kissed his hole, waiting for a reaction. Nothing, so I continued, probing, licking and stroking his tight with my tongue. Seeing that he seemed to enjoy it, I spread his ass wide and pushed my face in, expertly eating his ass. I reached around and found his cock was again hard. He turned around, grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back.
"Do you have any idea what you are about to get into?" he asked, his tone deliberate and strict.
Before I had the chance to answer I had a mouthful of cock sunk into my mouth, forcing its way down my throat causing me to gag and choke.
He pulled out, leaving me teary eyed and breathing heavily. "Got myself a hot little faggot,' he said, getting out of the tub.