This story starts off with a knock at my door at around 1am.
It was a buddy of mines from work, Darryl. We'd just been out throwing back a couple of drinks earlier in the day after work on payday. (which was a thursday for us) Darryl was a kewl kinda brutha. He knew I was gay, but didn't worry what our co-workers thought about him hanging around with me. " Fuck em" he'd say, " none ov them sonovbitches are payin either onea ov our bills, what the fuck we care what they think?" Of course I agreed, but then I wasn't the one married with a kid.
We had hung out a few times with a few other people from work at a bar near our job, but Darr and I were known to go out for a bite to eat or bowling some other recreation on occassions. A practice his wife wasn't too fond of. He had told me of several argument they'd had of our hanging together. Once we even took his wife with us to show her there was nothing to worry about between us. Big mistake. After watching the two of us laugh, joke and talk about everything from people at work to places we wanted to live, she was more convinced then ever that I was after him. I didn't get it. Even if she didn't trust me, shouldn't she trust her husband? Especially with another man?
Well, upon opening the door I discovered Darryl standing on the other side, looking much like he did when I'd left him earlier. Darryl was a nice looking brutha. He stood about 6'1" to my 5'11". He sported mop-top dredlocks which heightened his masculine look with a nicely trimmed jaw line beard and mustache. He was a deep rich chocolate brown complexion with thick eyebrows and a gorgeous smile. Most gay men would cut off their left foot just to lick the mans sweaty balls, but I respected our friendship too much to make any unwanted moves on him. Anyway, he stood there on my front step, arms hanging on to the door frame on either side, leaning forward in my direction holding a can of beer. "So you gonna let me in or what?" he asked with a shitty attitude. "Yeh, c'mon in." I said, stepping aside and allowing him to enter. He walked in and headed straight for the couch, smelling like a brewery. Sitting down, he pulled the can up to his lips.
"What'r you doin here Darr" I asked, concerned of what might had happened between he and his wife. "Katrina's trippin" he stated. "Soon as I got in from work, she started in on me. Askin me where I been. Goin through my pockets and shit. When I told 'er you and me went out for a couple drinks after work, she flipped. Askin me: ' Why yall two always hangin together? You gay or somethin? You fuckin him??' Man.........I almost hit 'er! I just had to get outta there." I sympathized with Darryl's ordeal, his wife was a Bitch! With a capital B. But he knew how she was before they married. He knew she was a tazmanian devil with a big booty and firm tits. He made his bed, but I felt like it wasn't my place to comment. So I just let him rage.
"You wanna know the worst part?" he asked, looking up at me like some sexy confused child. "We ain't even do nothin! She accusess me of cheatin and all we do is hang." He looked forward into the blank t.v. screen as if watching something intensely, "If I'm gonna be accused of cheatin, I atleast ought to be enjoyin it, you know?" he asked, taking another swig of beer, looking as if he was really considering the idea.
"Now you don't wanna go and do somethin like that." I answered, aware he was probably a little more drunk than he appeared to be. "Why not?" he asked. "If she thinks somethin's happenin, why not let it? Atleast then when she accuses us of fuckin around, she'll be right!" I couldn't believe my ears. Here was my best buddy, my straight buddy from work, contemplating actually fucking me, just to spite his wife. Darryl sat back on the couch, eyeing me and my reaction to his suggestion. I simply got up, and walked over to the hall closet. Upon returning, I tossed him an pillow and an extra blanket. "What's this for?" he asked, inspecting the items like they once belonged to some homeless man or something. "Its for you, to sleep on the couch." I commented. "Why?" he asked, " What's wrong with the bed?" " I only have a full size bed. Its too small for two grown men, besides......." I added, " I sleep in the nude." "So?" he surpirsed me again, "As long as you stay on your side of the bed, who cares?" "Good night Darryl." I said as I turned and headed back to my bedroom. Once in my room, I quickly stripped out of my robe, closed the door, and jumped back into the sack. Totally nude. The clock read 1:40am, and we still had to work in the morning. Pretty soon I was out like a light.
Sometime during the wee-hours, my rest was disturbed again. I awoke to the presents of someone in my room. I reached for the night light, and found Darryl standing over the bed, holding his pillow. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned he may be needing to talk some more about his super Bitch wife Katrina. "Man....." he started off, "That couch is uncomfortable as hell. You just gonna have to move over dude." he said as he lifted the covers, exposing my nude ass in the process. I scooted over to the far side of the bed as he slid in. I listened to him get comfortable as I drifted back off to sleep. It didn't take long before I started to dream. I dreamt I was in bed. A handsome ass man who's face I couldn't see clearly was laying hugged up behind me. Both of us in spoon position. His face was nestled into the back of my neck. I could almost feel his hot breath. His strong masculine arms wrapping around me tight, pulling me close to his chest which was pressed flat against my back. The dream was so vivid, so real, that I could actually feel the man's heart beat. I was suddenly shocked out of my dream when I heard the man's low heavy moan in my right ear.
Once awake, I realized my dream wasn't a dream at all. Darryl had moved up close behind me, and was cuddling against me, probably believing me to be his wife in his sleep. I was stunned. I laid there for a moment thinking of how I should handle the situation. That's when I felt Darryl start to grind his big hard-on into my ass. The big cast-iron rod was swollen like a spranged ankle. Wedged up into the crack of my ass. I could feel the thick piece of ram-rod straining to bust free the thin material that seperated his woody from my butt. I found myself humping back into it. Rotating my ass around in his crotch like a bitch-whore in heat. It had only been about 2 days since I'd last had a thick dick pumping deep into my bowels, but I was begining to feel the need again with this mahogany pole so close to gaining entrance. I wanted to reach back and sit right down on that plump dick, but if Darryl was sleep, I couldn't take advantage of him like this. I began to pull away, deciding my work friendship was more important then a quick screw. But when I tried to get up, Darryl's grip on me got tighter. He was pulling me back into his arms. My ass back onto his dick.
"Darryl......" I whispered, trying to get him to realize where he was and who he was with. "Darryl......wake up..." Darryl registered some audible discontent, then went back to grinding his dick into my ass crack. This time I could feel his actual dick sliding up and down the valley. His woody had somehow managed to slip out of the fly of his boxers. The heat radiating from it was incredible. The head constantly bumped into my brown rose-bud. Causing me to arch my back and gasp with excitment. Darryl moaned too. It gave me reason to suspect my sleeping co-worker probably wasn't really asleep at all. I could feel pressure from his dick against the sealed opening of my anus. He pressed his chocolate pole harder into me. I could feel my hole fighting to keep him out. Entry without lube was possible, but very painful, so I reached out for my night-stand drawer.
Fumbling around in the dark, I found an old tube of lubricate. I pored a generous amount into my hand, and applied it to my asshole. Plopping in a few fingers to stretch myself open a bit. Then I reached back, grabbed hold of Darryl's dick and massaged the wet lotion all along his lengthy pulsating shaft. Then I guided it back up to my hole. When Darryl felt the tip of his dick resting at the puckered opening that had his pipe so ripe, he pushed and pushed until my anal ring clamped down hard around the base, sucking in his whole entire dick inside me like a greedy vacuum. We both laid there trying to recover our composure, me from the sudden fullness his dick caused in my over stuffed bowels, and him from the unexpected pleasant sensation of having his dick totally engulped in my hot wet warmth. Another moan escaped from his lips as he slowly began to rock himself back and forth inside me. I raised one leg up off the bed and cascaded it over top Darryl's thighs. This gave his thrusting dick deeper access into my hole. And man did he take advantage of it. He pumped his dick in and out of me, filling my open ass-puss with his thick hot ripe woody. I could feel his over sized hands gripping at my shoulders as he pulled himself deeper and deeper into my red hot depths. The sounds of our smacking flesh echoed off the walls of the darkened room, his corse pubic hair slammed repeatedly into the soft plush cusions of my ass. His dick root smacking wetly up into my clinging hole. This was Darryl's first time in a man's ass, and he was bound and determined to make me feel what he had to offer.
Slowly I felt him turning me over onto my stomach. He manuvered his legs between mine, spreading my legs wide to give himself as much access as he felt he needed. I could feel his weight on top of me, pressing me down heavily into the mattress. He placed both of his hands on either side of my body, and resumed fucking me. With my face currently burried in a pillow, I arhed my back, raising my ass just a tad. This allowed Darryl to plummet my hole just a lil' bit deeper then before. I could tell Darryl was enjoying this first time man-fuck. His big stiff prick traveled the depths of my sweet suckin bowels. He reveled at the mind-numbing massages my anal walls was given his ridgit tool. He couldn't believe a man's ass could make him feel so good. He started repeating over and over ' how much like pussy' my asshole felt, and how he ' could fuck me all night'. He'd lay down full body on top of me, and continue to plunder my ass with his dick. With his full weight on top of me, I wrapped my legs around the back of his, and shoved my ass up to meet him on every plunge. Darryl's big dick stretched my strainin hole wide, and punched deep into my guts with commanding force. Groaning in my left ear, he began to bite on my back. One of his strong forearms wrapped itself around my neck, cutting across my throat. His other arm gripped me up from underneath, grasping my shoulder with his big bear hand. Darryl's fuck thrusts got more frantic by the minute. I'd been fucked often enough to know this meant the man was close to blowin his nut up inside me.
"OH SHIT THIS SOME GOOD PUSSY!!" Darryl yelled. His powerful thrust crushing my own aching woody into the mattress beneath me. With his choke hold growing tighter around my throat, Darryl totally began to pulverize my ass. Bouncing the both of us on the bed springs so hard, the bed actually began to move across the carpet. My guts were on fire. All I could do was just lay there, my legs spread wide, as Darryl took this opportunity to use my asshole as a suitable substitute for his wife's pussy. He pounded my insides with his big bloated sausage. Plopping that plump meat into me until my asshole was nolonger able to grip him tightly. The elasticity of my anal muscle completely exhausted by the relentless pounding it was receiving. The warm wet hole just laid there, open to capacity, as Darryl's big dick fucked it to mush. With his 9 inch rod ramming into me full length, I felt his entire body suddenly begin to tremble. Darryl pumped 2 more jabs into my open puss, then held himself inside, ball deep.
For a split second, before he blasted his cum load up into me, time seemed to stand still. He grind his crotch into my ass cheeks, his big dark juicy dick churning around in my guts, borrowing its head into my deepest darkest region. A loud audible wail emitting from his throat, registering an animal like growl as his cum shot out of his pulsating dick in tiny powerful spurts. Blasting and cascading his potent seed all over my anal walls. Drenching my sloshy insides with his seamen. Then just as suddenly, Darryl's body went slack. The strong virle man that just planted my garden with his sperm, fell on top of me, totally exhausted. His dick still pumping out the last of his load even as it started to shrink in the deep depths it called home, if only for one night. His breathing was in heavy gasps. I could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest against my back. A fine sheen of sweat cooled our hot bodies as the winter air began to settle back into the room. Nothing was said. No words were exchanged. I could feel myself again being slowly pulled back into sleep even as I felt the large puddle of cum I'd shot into the sheets under me soaking into the mattress. As the darkness consumed me, I found my last thoughts wondering what would happen to our friendship now? Was this a one time encounter? Would Darryl ever even be able to speak to me..........the last thought went unfinished, as I fell asleep to the sound of Darryl's lite snoring in my ear.