A DIFFERENT POLE
by
Aamall Kae
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This story portrays interracial relationships, and interracial gay bareback sex intended for adult readers: 18 or older in most jurisdictions.
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Steve hadn't thought much about Mike inviting him over to his house for dinner. After all, Steve had just helped the guy work off about 30 lbs and get back into shape over the course of a few months. He figured the dinner was just Mike's way of thanking him extra. There was no policy at the gym that prohibited trainers from fraternizing with their clients after work hours.
Steve had always been a sharp one, except when it came to his relationships. Looking at him, anyone would have thought Steve was a total top. The handsome black man stood 6'2 with a sculpted athletic physique. He always kept himself well-groomed but not so beautified as to be considered metrosexual. His swag was masculine as they come but he would never lie if anyone asked his sexual preference. It was simple: Steve liked dick. No, he loved dick. Steve was a total bottom, and a size-queen to boot. He loved a horse-hung man who could stretch his eager black asshole wide open.
Relating to his problems with maintaining relationships, it wasn't that Steve couldn't get a man. The problem was that he hooked up with the worst type of men: thugs and braggadocios, who claimed they could fuck like stallions, bulls and bucks. Truth was, they did. They fucked Steve so good and hard and deep that it pushed Steve's natural sexual submission to the limits. They demanded all manner of gifts and financial blessings via their silver tongues, and Steve was generous; believing he had the man's heart.
The bitter truth was that he did not even fully own their dicks nor where they decided to stick them. His last relationship, which ended over seven months ago, was terrible. He came home from work early one day to find his then lover, Tyrone, in their bed driving his horse-hung erection in and out of some screaming young queen. Needless to say, Tyrone's silver tongue failed him that day.
It had all made Steve utterly paranoid when it came to certain men. Any man who looked too hard-edged; who spoke too brashly or had even the slightest hint of potential asshole about him was crossed off Steve's mental list of candidates. That pretty much meant just about every man in Steve's local area. Not that he didn't have sex. In fact, he had allowed Tyrone to think he had weaseled his way back into his heart a few weeks ago. In truth, Steve had simply been horny and Tyrone's number was still in his phone. After the two-hour dick-down session had ended in a raging mutual orgasm; Steve kicked him out onto the street at 2:00am.
That said, Steve had not been on the lookout for anyone like Mike. Mike was...different from anyone Steve had ever been with. They had all been confident, already in-shape, seemingly perfect. Over the course of a few months, Steve had watched Mike go from overweight to fighting fit; from a wall-flower to a stud who walked with his head held high. The biggest difference was that Mike was white. Not that his whiteness made him any better. Rather, he had a completely different world view from the many black men--and handful of Latino men--with whom Steve had trysted. Least of all, he hadn't expected to be lying on his back while getting plowed by the sandy-haired stud.
From the moment Mike had whipped out his amazingly thick 9.5 inches of white man-meat, Steve was smitten. It had been easy to throw any ideas of impropriety out the window as he slid down to his knees and worshipped that fat cock. He loved the color of the bright-pink head; he loved the feel of it in his mouth; the taste of the precum on his tongue; the way the pale foreskin peeled back to reveal the bell-shaped glans. He swallowed Mike to the root and fucked his own throat up and down the girthy shaft; feeling his gullet balloon as he buried his nose in the wiry, brown pubic bush.
Mike's hands on his head made Steve's own achingly hard erection throb in the confines of his fitted jeans as the white stud fucked in and out of Steve's sloppy-wet throat. The black man gurked and gagged on the fat cock as he struggled to catch a breath in-between Mike's frantic gullet-reaming. Every thrust made Steve swallow more and more air. Snot shot out his nostrils and his eyes watered down his cheeks as Mike fucked the very spit from his mouth. Finally, Mike pulled out and Steve gasped as he fell back on his ass. He looked up at the mighty white cock throbbing hard in his face, and his own dick jumped for joy.
In the bedroom, Mike practically ripped Steve's clothes off as he ravaged every part of the black man's smooth skin; from neck to nipples, to belly-button to the coarse, black pubic bush and the base of the thick, 7- inch, circumcised erection. Steve moaned as Mike sucked his dick. He cooed at the sensation of the warm lips on his glans then shuddered as Mike swallowed his entire length in one swoop. He gripped the sandy head and fucked Mike's gullet near as roughly as Mike had done him; looking down on the stud with his pretty pink lips stretched around his fat ebony pole. He got his dick nice and wet in that pie-hole before pulling out and making Mike suck on his hairy black balls. Just because he was a bottom did not mean he didn't want his cock and balls serviced. Once satisfied, he turned and bent over the bed; presenting his fine, curved, black muscle ass.
Mike pushed Steve up on the bed on all fours, spread his dark cheeks wide and shoved nose-first into Steve's chocolate center. Steve moaned and buried his face in the sheets as Mike slobbered and sucked on his sensitive spot; using his tongue to make love to Steve's eager asshole. The black man gasped and trembled as Mike slurped and tongued in and around the chocolate pucker until the tight hole opened up, and Mike pressed the precum-wet, pink head of his cock into the moist and willing aperture.
Steve bit his lip as Mike pushed in and the big bell head popped past his sphincter. He moaned and pushed back on the hefty meat as it slid deeper into him. He felt it reach his depths. He reached back and realized Mike was buried to the root up his ass. Steve looked over his shoulder, up into Mike's blue eyes and nodded. Mike gripped him firmly by the waist and fucked. Steve howled upon Mike's first few strokes through him. Mike paused and applied lube. He resumed and Steve moaned as the fat pole punched through him much easier. He arched his back and grunted with every thrust as the white stud picked up a steady, pounding pace, and Steve felt every inch of that thick white fuck-meat up his hole.
He pushed back on it, in time with Mike's thrusts. He wanted Mike deeper. He wanted Mike harder. He worked his hungry dark tunnel on the fat pale stick; clenching and releasing as he did, and eliciting a series of deep moans and grunts from Mike. He grunted and moaned himself as the stud gripped his waist tighter, and fucked him harder and faster. His buttocks stung from the impact of Mike's pale pelvis against them; his hole ached deep inside as he took every inch of that cock with every stroke. He buried his face in the sheets as Mike took his hole. The alpha stud he had helped create plowed his greedy tunnel with abandon, and Steve swore the stud was about to breed him but he had underestimated Mike's stamina.
Instead of getting flooded, Steve found himself flipped over onto his back. He scooted up the bed as Mike clambered over him and shoved his fat plunger back inside his depths. Steve locked his legs over Mike's butt and howled as the white stud pounded the hell out of his black ass. He felt every thrust more intensely than before; the new position allowing Mike to get deep inside and touch every surface of Steve's anal passageway.
Steve's own cock ached and throbbed uncontrollably. The pleasure of getting so deeply and fully cunted overwhelmed him. He could not fully think straight but he was aware enough to know that he was about to blow his load, without having touched his dick once. A few more powerful strokes and Steve screamed out a long, low moaning as his cock fired spurts of hot white cum all over his rippled abs and broad meaty chest. All the while, Mike continued to hammer him; straight through his orgasm and longer as the gym trainer's asshole clamped down on the pale invader and Steve cried out in both pain and pleasure. Mike's thrusts became frantic and uncoordinated. Steve felt the pole within him swell, and he mewled loudly as Mike roared and flooded his tunnel. Deep, hard and bucking strokes lanced his rectum until Mike finally collapsed on top of him; panting and shuddering.
Steve wrapped his arms around Mike's broad shoulders and locked his ankles around the small of his back. He held onto the white stud for as long as he could. Even though it was just a one-time fling, Steve had never experienced a more raw and honest plowing than the one Mike had given him. Though he had plenty of hot sex in the months to follow, his fling with Mike was one of the few he held onto in his memory, and it gave him plenty of far-shooting orgasms on lonely nights when his hand and a bottle of lube were his only companions.
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