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Disclaimer
For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you! For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat emptor... you have been warned. The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.
A Night on the Town, by Rob Morton (M/M)
One
I sat on the edge of the bed shivering slightly either because of the chill of the air conditioning or my own fears over what I was about to become a part of. Feeling I had already come too far to back out, all I could do was sit there and wait for my partner for this evening to join me.
My eyes, now adapted to the darkness of the room, were locked on my partner-to-be as he undressed, taking his own sweet time about getting things started. Oh, I know he was just making a show of neatly folding his clothes, trying to instill a little anticipation in me that he thought would make the evening that much more enjoyable.
The only thing I wanted was for this to be over with. What was I thinking about, accepting his invitation? It wasn't like he disguised his intentions; after all, even I know the meaning of, "Want to go back to my place and have some fun?"
It seemed like a good idea at the time, though. Even in the darkness of the bar, I could see he was an incredibly handsome man. Barry was of the blond hair/blue eyes persuasion, about 5' 11" and weighing in the neighborhood of 175 pounds or so. Even when he approached me and offered to buy me a drink, I knew what he was about.
Still, there's nothing wrong with accepting a drink, is there? I didn't think so and before I knew it, Barry was sitting next to me, smelling of some wood-scented cologne and making small talk while I half listened to him. In a gesture of friendship, I bought the next round, taking care to notice the gleeful look in Barry's eyes -- he thought his plan was succeeding and, for the moment, it was.
When did I know? Well, his hand on my thigh was a pretty clear signal. It took a little doing not to flinch as he massaged my thigh but now that I knew what he wanted, his pitch should be interesting. I saluted him with my drink and he returned it with a wide smile. Dabbing at his mouth with a napkin, Barry stopped feeling me up long enough to continue talking.
"So, what's a good looking brother like you doing in here?"
"Just came in for a drink," I answered.
"You mean to tell me you didn't come in to pick up a little action?" Barry asked, raising his eyebrows a little.
"Not really," I said. "Just wanted a couple of drinks, listen to some music, you know how it is," I replied, taking another sip of my drink.
Barry laughed and shook his head. "I suppose this isn't my lucky day, is it?"
"Meaning what?" Oh, I knew what he meant -- I just wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Well," he said, looking around the bar. "This is a gay bar, you know."
"Really? I didn't know that," I said, lying through my teeth. Of course I knew it was a gay bar -- the two guys kissing in the door when I came in was a dead giveaway.
"So, you're not, ah, gay?"
"Does it matter, Barry?"
"Huh?" Clearly, the boy didn't understand.
"Does it matter if I'm gay or not?"
"I suppose it does," he finally said, his words sounding uncertain. "I mean, like, you're a nice looking Black guy and all that; I just thought..."
"You thought what? That you'd score a piece of black meat tonight? Is that what you thought, Barry?" I peeked at the baffled Barry over the rim of my glass.
"To be honest, yes." Barry turned to the bartender, who had been listening to the whole conversation. As Barry ordered another round of drinks, the bartender looked at me with undisguised amusement. He knew I was jerking Barry's chain and did me a favor by not giving it away.
"So, Barry," I said. "Why should I go to bed with you? I mean, you're not the only good looking man in here, you know."
Barry seemed to relax a little -- just what I wanted him to do. "Well, I've never made it with a Black guy before and you looked so delicious sitting here that I had to give it a shot."
"Delicious, huh?" I asked, reaching for my fresh drink. "But, I'm not gay. How can you be sure I'm into this shit?"
"I'm not," he said, his blue eyes locked onto mine. "You pay your money, you take your chances, you know?"
Indeed! Somewhere along the line, I found myself feeling a little sorry for Barry -- but not so sorry that I didn't resist the urge to jerk his chain one more time. "Mind answering a question for me?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Barry answered.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"Taking you to bed. You wanna go to my place and have some fun?"
Two
Half an hour later, I find myself sitting on Barry's spacious bed in all my naked glory. Barry has finally finished folding his pants and now he's looking at me like I'm some prize he's won. He crosses the distance between us in two easy strides and he's now sitting next to me, his hand in my lap, his fingers brushing my thigh. And I have to admit it feels pretty good. Barry leans forward, his eyes closing and his lips parting to kiss me -- only to run into the palm of my hand.
"Don't," I said.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asks and, for some reason, I feel myself getting angry.
"A couple of things before we begin, Barry. One, don't kiss me."
"Okay," he said, clearly disappointed. "What's the other thing?"
"Don't call me `baby'." Having said this, I stretch out on the bed and close my eyes. Even with them closed, I can tell Barry is having a difficult time trying to decide what to do. Didn't take him long, though, because the next thing I know, I feel his lips on one nipple, his tongue flicking across it until it was good and hard.
Opening my eyes to slits, I could see Barry peering up at me, looking for some sort of reaction. Seeing that I wasn't objecting, he moved to my other nipple, immersing himself into the task at hand. Even as Barry's tongue worked its way down to my navel, I could feel my mind changing about wanting to be here with him.
Barry tongued my navel, leaving it all wet and sloppy. I resisted the urge to reach down and dry out my belly button, opting to keep up the pretense of not really being interested. It gave me a perverse sense of pleasure to watch Barry do his best to get me excited - well, more excited than I already was.
"Oh, man," Barry whispered. "Your cock is beautiful!"
I propped my head up with my arms so I can see Barry. He's now hovering over my maleness; even in the darkness of the room, I can see his eyes sparkling.
"I suppose it's really true," he said, licking his lips.
"What's true?" I ask.
"That Black guys have big dicks."
Inwardly, I laughed at the old stereotype. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard it, I could buy myself a Caribbean island.
"Whatever," I said, shifting my body and "unintentionally" lifting my hips a little. Whatever Barry was, he wasn't stupid. As my cock got within range of his mouth, he swooped down on me, wetly sucking me into his mouth. Within seconds, I went from completely limp to completely hard, much to Barry's delight.
"Yeah, that's more like it," he breathed, taking a moment to admire my erection. I can't imagine why, though; I've seen it a million times and I'm not really impressed with it. Although, even I have to admit there's something thrilling about the large veins threading their way along the thick shaft, arcing up to the head of my cock, which reminds me of Darth Vader's helmet.
Barry ends his inspection of the merchandise by flicking his tongue around the knob of my cock, sending shivers along my body. Well, if I wasn't interested before, there's no doubt about it now, is there?
Actually, Barry's not a bad cocksucker. I watched as he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, pausing only to catch his breath before taking me completely into his mouth -- right down to my pubic hair. Without really meaning to, I sigh contentedly as his tongue weaves its way through the tight curls of hair. Barry's breathing like a steam engine as he deals with nine inches of dick invading his throat. Stupidly, I wonder why most women can't do that but every man I've ever slept with can.
Barry's just so full of surprises! As I peer down at him, noticing how red his face has gotten, I watch in amazement as Barry's mouth opens and voila! My balls have now disappeared into his mouth! Did I say he wasn't bad? My mistake...
Barry isn't done, though. He reaches under me and places his hands on my ass, lifting my hips and somehow forcing more of me into his mouth. I can actually feel him swallowing, his throat muscles rippling against my turgid flesh. With my ass now off the bed, Barry begins to suck me like a madman, each downward thrust causing his nose to smash into my pubic bone so hard I'm sure he's going to break his nose.
Whatever reluctance I felt coming into this has gone as I give in to Barry's expertise. His tongue feels so good against the shaft of my cock, flicking and teasing me into greater excitement. I begin to thrust into his mouth, timing them with his rhythm and getting a moan of appreciation from him.
I don't really remember how long this went on; by this time, the only thing I cared about was the luscious mouth attached to my dick. Barry caressed my balls, tickling the area between them and my back hole and increasing my pleasure. I remember holding on to the pillow under my head at the first sign of pressure against my puckered opening, just as I remember crying out in pain/pleasure as a finger invaded me. I could feel each knuckle pass into me until the tip of his finger bumped up against my prostate.
Barry allowed me to adjust for few seconds, letting the time pass by twirling his tongue all over my knob. I relax a little as the hot, stabbing pain fades, which was what Barry's waiting for. Without warning, he begins to ram his captured digit in and out of my shit chute and my hips shoot upwards filling his talented mouth with cock quickly. Maybe just a little too quickly because Barry gags a little before getting things under control again.
The room is filled with the sounds of squeaking bedsprings, my grunts and groans, and Barry's. I didn't feel Barry releasing my swollen member but he must have because he's talking to me.
"Come on, give it to me! You know you want to!"
Want to? Want to what? Can't this fool see I'm a little preoccupied to do anything but... oh, shit.
Without much warning, I can feel my seed boiling out of my cock. Normally, I can tell when I'm about to come; my balls get so tight they hurt, my cock seems to get longer and thicker. This was different. One moment I'm really getting into Barry's finger in my ass, the next a stream of sperm jets flies into the air, hitting Barry in the face.
It must have surprised him, too. After the first spurt, Barry scrambled to clamp his mouth onto my cock, sucking as hard as he could. It hurt, too, but served only to force more sperm from my balls and into his mouth. My ass feels like it's on fire as it clamps down onto his finger, trying to keep it in one place and failing miserably.
Three
A couple of years later, my balls are empty, having been siphoned like never before. As the final dregs of my orgasm wash over me, I'm kinda looking forward to getting soft and getting my blood pressure back to normal. Except, I'm not getting soft; after such a hard orgasm/ejaculation, I should have gotten soft instantly.
As my senses clear, I notice several things. One, my cock is rock hard; two, Barry's finger is still firmly embedded in my anus and, three, Barry's shifting his position until all I can see is his ass and his very hard cock, which is being lowered towards my mouth.
The head of Barry's cock brushes against my lips and, instinctively, I open my mouth to admit him. I catch a glimpse of his sticky pre-cum as the head of his maleness disappears between my lips until the only things in my immediate view are his balls. I hear Barry grunt something and his sack vanishes from view, followed by the sight of his shaft between my lips.
It's actually a pretty sight, his white stiffness enveloped by the darkness of my lips. Shit, it looks even better as it disappears once again as Barry begins to fuck my mouth with strong strokes. No problem for me as Barry's not nearly as large as I am -- not that it matters. Right now, all I'm aware of is his finger in my ass, his cock in my mouth and now, his mouth returning to my erection.
I can feel his rather large knob against the back of my throat and I relax, allowing it to lodge in my gullet. Not wanting to be outdone, I reach up and insert my finger into his ass, mildly surprised not to find any resistance as it slides into him easily. Following a devious hunch, I back my finger off, momentarily creating a sense of disappointment in Barry. Didn't last long though because I used a little trick I learned making love to women. I crossed my fingers like I was making a wish and reinserted them into Barry's not-so-tight ass.
That got his attention as he responded by really clamping down on my cock, his whole body going stiff. I waited a moment to catch up with his thrusts into my mouth then sent my twinned fingers plunging into his backside. He slides out of my mouth, my fingers spear into him.
I'm in heaven as Barry's cock begins to shudder. I know what that means and I prepare myself for the oncoming flood by jamming my fingers into his ass so hard I might have dislocated something. Barry's buttocks clamp down just as hard and I can feel him groaning against my dick just as his seed flows into my mouth. Instead of swallowing immediately, I allow his musky spunk to collect at the back of my throat for a few seconds, relishing the taste and feel of man-seed. However, I can't keep it there for long because Barry's really loading me up and I swallow, feeling the slimy liquid ooze into my stomach.
Barry is still fucking my unresisting mouth, but not as urgently as before. Slowly, he rolls off me and I feel a moment of frustration/relief as his finger leaves my sore ass. As he moves, I remove my own fingers from his bottom and discover that I did hurt my hand -- but not as bad as I though. I switch my attention from my hand to an exhausted Barry -- with some pretty evil intentions.
Okay, so by now you've figured out that even if I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. So, I'll admit that I'm no stranger to sucking cock and all that. However, even after having enjoyed my oral discourse with Barry, my cock is still hard and I need to fuck. I sit up and make eye contact with Barry as I position myself between his legs. Although he's still a little woozy from coming, there's no mistaking my intent; Barry opens high and wide to admit me.
While I'm in the mood to admit things, I'd like to admit that I really don't like anal sex. Well, actually, I don't like the way it makes me feel. How can I explain it? It's exciting yet somehow disgusting being up someone's ass. Even as I feel the enlarged knob of my cock pass into Barry's unyielding bottom, I know I'm going to really hate myself later on.
Four
Resisting the urge to throw up all over Barry, I continue my plunge into the depths of his bowels until my balls rest against the firmness of his ass. Once again, our eyes make contact and I can easily see Barry's blissful smile.
"Damn, you really fill me up," he whispers, reaching up to pull me closer to him.
"The advantage of having a big dick," I answer, falling into his embrace.
"You are such a great lover," Barry coos as my weight settles onto him. Between us I can feel his cock growing again. Instead of giving me a rush of pleasure, it fills me with a feeling of impending doom because I know I'm going to feel it in my ass soon.
I don't like the way that makes me feel either. On one hand, being filled with hot, hard cock is such a wonderful feeling; on the other, it hurts like hell. But, later for that -- right now I've got an ass to fuck.
I can feel Barry's lips and breath on my neck as I begin to move inside of him. I'm being gentler with him than I would with a woman, a hint that when it's his turn, he should return my kindness. I rise up onto my elbows and look into Barry's face as my cock continues to probe his guts. I half-expect to see his eyes closed but find his blue eyes looking into my brown ones, daring me to do my worse -- or best.
"I know you can do better than that," Barry challenges. "Come on, baby -- pound my ass with that thing!
Did he call me baby? Even though I've having a pretty good time, I bit of anger creeps into my happiness and I can feel my demeanor change slightly.
"I told you, NEVER call me baby," I said, suddenly slamming nine hard inches into Barry. I feel his sphincter stretch then tear a little, followed by something warm and wet. Without even thinking about it, I'm banging Barry's ass so hard I'm starting to get cramps in my lower back and buttocks.
Barry cries out in pain or pleasure or something as I take out my anger on his back hole, punctuating each thrust with my words.
"I... told... you... never... to... call... me... that! Didn't... I?" Barry's trying to say something but I'm not giving him much of a chance to speak. I look into his eyes and see some fear there, which drives me over the edge. My balls tighten once again, preparing to deliver the coup de grace.
"Oh, shit... NO!" Barry screams as I flood his rectum with my sticky spunk. Oh, it feels so damned good as my cock pulses jet after jet of sperm into his bowels. Just as the last spurt dribbles into him, I feel sick to my stomach, just as I expected. Even after I roll off of Barry, the nausea increases and I close my eyes against the vertigo-like feelings I'm experiencing.
Even as I fight against emptying the contents of my stomach, I can feel Barry rolling me over onto said stomach, his strong hands lifting my ass into the air. The sick feeling increases once more as I feel Barry's tongue probing my anus, leaving gobs of saliva in its wake.
The bile begins to rise in my throat as I feel the bed move in response to Barry getting into position behind me. A feeling of despair creeps over me as he spreads my legs a little wider, followed by the feeling of his cock knob at my back door. I'm powerless to stop him and he knows it as he whispers; "Now it's my turn."
White, blinding light explodes behind my tightly clenched eyelids as Barry's cock tears into me, ripping past my resisting muscles like the proverbial hot knife through butter. Oh, God, it hurts so much! Barry's into my bowels so fast I can't keep from tossing my cookies, adding to my embarrassment.
"Oh, yeah," I hear from somewhere behind me. "This is some good shit." Inwardly, I'm glad Barry approves -- but I wish he'd get this over with before I throw up again.
The nausea passes and is replaced by the euphoric feeling of having a cock buried deep inside of me. It's like taking a shit in reverse -- that's the best way I can describe it. I feel so full and it hurts so good! Soon, the room is once again filled with the sounds of grunting and groaning and cursing as Barry fucks my ass with long, delicious strokes. And I'm helping him, shoving my ass against his cock in time with his thrusts, my cock once again hard and dangling freely between my spread legs.
With a free hand, Barry reaches around me and grabs my cock, stroking it in time with his movements in my ass. The other hand is equally busy as I feel the surprising sting of a hard slap on my buttocks! I'm completely helpless as Barry fucks my sore ass, strokes my hard cock -- and beats me on top of it all.
Behind me, Barry's cursing like a maniac, screaming something about teaching my Black ass a lesson and alternating his curses with praise on how tight my ass it and how good his cock is feeling. I can feel the tremors racing along his cock -- he's getting ready to cream my ass and I try to brace for it. I managed to get set just as he places an extremely hard slap on my ass, bringing tears to my eyes and fills my tortured bottom with his come.
"Oh, yes!" Slap. "I'm coming!" Slap. "Take my spunk, dude!" Slap. Slap.
Five
I never noticed that he let go of my cock, using both hands to pummel my up-turned backside. The tears continue to flow from my eyes as each slap gets harder. Combine that with the near-indescribable feeling of having a man coming in your ass and you've got a pretty interesting thing happening.
I can feel Barry getting soft inside of me and, mercifully, the slaps have stopped, leaving me pretty sore in more ways than one. With one swift motion, Barry's cock plops out of my ass and I feel relieved and, yep, sick all at the same time. Exhausted, I collapse onto my stomach trying to compose myself, only to feel Barry, flip me over onto my back. My legs go into the air, and I can feel his spunk seeping out of my wide-open ass hole.
I manage to get my eyes open and focused in time to see the wild look on Barry's face -- just before it disappears. I gasp as I feel his tongue in my ass, slurping obscenely as he cleans me up, literally sucking the sperm out of me.
I'm feeling good -- but I also feel very sick to my stomach as Barry turns his attention from my numbed ass to my erection. Honestly, I've had about all the fun I can take for one night but, apparently, Barry has other ideas.
"It would be a shame to waste this," Barry mutters, straddling my cock and guiding it once again to his own sloppy back hole.
All I can to is lie there and watch my stiff pole vanish quickly into his nether regions. Barry's hands are on my chest as he rides me, his fingers toying with my nipples. With each downward thrust, I can see Barry getting hard again until his cock is bobbing with each movement.
Making sure he's fully seated on my overworked meat, Barry begins to work his ass onto me, his hips gyrating and grinding into me so hard that it hurts a little. Leaning back, he takes his cock into his hand, jacking it furiously. With everything we've done this night, the sight of his light skin against my dark skin, my cock up his butt, and him jerking off, proves to be too much for my senses to deal with. In an instant, sperm is flowing into Barry again and this time, there's nothing pleasurable about it as it feels like I'm shooting fire into his bum.
Barry's eyes widen for an instant then close, only to be followed by pearly white dollops of his own seed spilling from the beet-red head of his cock, the drops landing onto my sweaty chest. With a groan, Barry collapses onto me, just as darkness claims me within its embrace.
Epilogue
It's been a couple of weeks since that night with Barry. I remember waking up and finding him still impaled on my shriveled meat and, without waking him, freed myself, got dressed and left him sleeping like a baby. When I got home, I got in the shower and did my best to get cleaned up, washing my cock and ass as carefully as I could. Once in my own bed, I reflected on the events of the evening, hating myself while feeling strangely satisfied.
I went back to the bar where I first met Barry, hoping to see him there and not understanding why. The bartender remembered me, placing my drink in front of me without me even ordering it. I take a sip, feeling the Scotch burn my throat and notice the bartender is still standing there.
"What?" I asked, reaching for my wallet to pay for the drink.
"Nothing," he said, pushing the bills back at me. "The drink comes with the compliments of the gentleman over there."
I follow the bartender's pointing finger to a good-looking guy sitting at a table across the room. The guy sees the gesture, sees me looking in that direction, and raises his glass in salute. Without thinking, I return the salute with a nod, prompting the guy to get up from the table and make his way over to me.
Here we go again, I think -- and my cock hardens in anticipation of another exciting night on the town.
The End