My boss had flown to his home in Acapulco and left me with the task of getting him moved from a high-rise apartment into a River Oaks mansion. First, everything was to be moved out of the apartment, then four times as much from storage. It was far more difficult for me to get up early in 1970 than it is today. When the alarm clock's buzzzz interrupted my dream, I moved in slow-motion from the bed to the bathroom.
I had a 9-o'clock appointment with a man from the moving company and had only gotten to the apartment a few minutes before the doorman rang to say, "A gentleman from the moving company is here." A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to see a most handsome young man with dark brown hair, transfixing brown eyes and a heart-jump-starting smile that lit his face and gave pause to my focus. Although he was wearing a suit, shirt and tie, I could tell that he had a very nice body.
We talked about the move, he looked around the apartment and took notes. Then we drove to the storage facility, making small talk along the way. As soon as he left me back at the apartment building, I started planning our next meeting . . . what I would wear . . . what I wouldn't wear, etc.
The next day I met the movers at the apartment at 8:30. There were four of them. One looked Italian, probably in his 40's. One could tell he had had a fabulous body at one time, as it was still great, except for a rising mid-section that looked like a small keg of beer. He was a big hulk of a man, about 5'11", with big shoulders, arms and chest. There was a Mexican man who was in his 20's with a sexy face and slim, strong, well defined body. His jeans were threadbare, with a few holes and the fit was tight - skin tight. He wore his T-shirt rolled up just below his protruding pecs. Mover number three was a young guy around 19, who had a bad complexion and a very stocky body. Last, but (whoooo) certainly not - whatever - was a black man who was the biggest man I had ever seen. His body was so muscular, so beautiful, that I was tingling all over just looking at him, out of sheer excitement, nervousness and industrial-strength lust. He was perfectly proportioned for his 6'3" frame, and his muscles stretched his T-shirt to the point of near-collapse. Having sex with a black man who looked like him had always been my top three fantasies. Suddenly I snapped to the fact that I was standing there gaping at him while he smiled at my 'oh-my-god' traction.
Back in the moment, I became extremely nervous and self-conscious. His name was Billy and he was enjoying how nervous he made me, and played it to the hilt. "You sure have some fine things here," he said. "Oh, this isn't my place," I responded. "I'm just taking care of the move for my boss while he's relaxing in Acapulco." "You'll have to relax too," Billy winked and smiled, as every nerve in my body was going berserk.
The crew had the truck loaded by eleven and the Italian, Nikos, who was Greek, said they would drive to the house and then take their lunch break. I told him that they had moved so fast loading the truck, that it was fine with me if they broke for lunch then and Then drove to the house at 12:30. He 'liked my attitude' and they went out to the truck to chow-down. I rode down in the elevator with them so I could go pickup a hamburger at House of Pies. I couldn't keep my eyes off Billy, and he kept his on me with that knowing smile on his face all the way down to the lobby.
In record time, I was back and the movers were sitting under a big oak tree eating their lunch. Billy saw me looking at them and he grinned and nodded. As soon as I got upstairs, I looked out a window for another peek. Three of them were still lying there, but I couldn't see Billy. "Damn, I guess he's in the truck" I thought. I took my hamburger and shake and settled on the living room carpet to eat and think about big Billy. "Okay if I come in here where it's cooler?" I heard him say from behind me. I turned as he closed the door and locked it. "Sure", I responded nervously. He sat down on the floor close to me and I kept eating, with him looking at me with that arousing grin, causing the nerves to let out an inaudible "whoop! Whoop!" This T-shirt's so wet, I'm gonna' put it (off it came) over here to dry out some." I couldn't look anywhere else but at that massive, rock-hard chest with the biggest pecs I had ever seen. There wasn't a hair on them, and he squeezed on one with his big hand, smiled and winked. "That's much better," he said.
"Wow, you have a fine build," I heard myself saying. "You must work out every day to keep in such great shape." "You like ol' Billy don't you." His hand moved to the fly of his jeans and thrrrrrt -- they were spen. Then he removed his shoes and his socks, stood and pulled down his jeans and stepped out of them. "Take off my shorts," he said, as if I were his bitch in heat and he was ready to breed me. I was about to be, and he was about to beat a litter out of me (I hoped).
I slid over to him and grasped his jockeys on both sides and pulled them down to the floor. As I did this, his huge cut cock plopped out and slapped me in the face. "Huuu- Uummf -- you're incredible," I breathed. As I massaged his cock it got harder and bigger. Like the rest of him, it was awesome. "You want me to me good to you?", he grinned. I couldn't speak and two big hands raised me to my feet as he began to undress me. "What about the others?" I asked. "They're gonna' stay out there until I go wake them up", he said. With that, my clothes were off in record time. Billy put my hand back on his great black phallic, "You like that don't you"? I began to massage it with one hand, then both, as I sucked on his big nipples. He was rubbing throbbing cock with one big hand and my ass with the other. "That's a sweet ass," he said, "A sweet ass."
Billy slowly went down on the floor, pulling me down with him. I returned to nibbling on his nipples, flicking my tongue wildly over them, causing him to moan with pleasure. I ran my darting tongue all over his chest and down the ripples of his stomach, down and around his huge balls, up that massive pole to the big head. I sucked and gnawed on that battering-ram cock head for awhile and then popped it in my mouth and began to work that giant dong down my throat, moving, gagging, pumping - up and down, all the while my hands were working on those big pecs. Billy continually moaned his pleasure as I paid homage to his entire body with my hands and mouth. Finally, he pulled my gyrating head up, up and off his slick donkey dick. "I'm gonna' fuck that sweet ass" he whispered, strong and deep. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass like it's never been
fucked before." "I don't know," I teased, "You're damn big and I don't have anything to . . . . "You want it," he cooed, as he spit in his hand and slicked that plunger with his own juices. "You want Billy's big dick up your ass real bad. I'll be good to you, you're gonna' get a good fuckin', a real good fuckin'. I'm gonna' fuck that sweet ass right now."
Before I could utter another word, he put me on my back and my legs were across those broad shoulders. He pulled my buns apart and spit a load of his juice between them, then his big finger was working its way up inside my craving cavity. He worked it up and down, around and around. "Ummm, you've got the sweetest ass. I'm gonna' fuck you good baby; I'm gonna' fuck you real good." The finger slid out and the big cock-head, all wet and slick began to push against the opening between my hot buns. He applied some Pressure, then more. It wouldn't go in and he wet it again. Slowly, slowly, a little pressure, a little more, and whpppppf!!! "Haaaaaah!!" The big mushroom-like head was inside me!! "Ummmmmf!" I groaned with painful pleasure as my ass began to move to an inaudible beat. In, in the big animal dick slipped. Further and further and "ahhhhh!" further until all eleven inches were buried inside my stretched fuck chute. Billy moaned deeply and began a very slow and sensuous movement up and down, up and down. I began to writhe in ecstasy. "Baby that's good, that's so good, I like that tight ass," he kept saying as he moved in, and out and in and out.
Suddenly, without having to pull out completely, Billy rotated me on my stomach and cupped one of his big hands under my chest and the other under my stomach. He could feel my heart beating wildly and that really turned him on. He began to stand up, and as he rose, I came off the floor, with my legs grasping each side of that giant torso. I was suspended in air by his mighty grip as he bent over me. Then those massive arms raised me, causing his long, thick, hard dick to be buried all the way inside me. Then Billy slowly lowered me and slowly it pulled up, up and "Ohhhhh" out, until only the big head was still inside me. Then, as if my 160 pounds were nothing, he "Ummmmmh" raised me and "Ohhhhhhh" lowered me, over and over, up and down, again and again, until I thought I would burst with the exciting, wonderful, maddening feeling of being raised and lowered up and down that giant life pole.
The floor came closer as Billy lowered me to it and rotated me around again. On his knees, that beautiful, black, giant, black man loomed above me as my weak legs once more went across those big shoulders. Now he re-entered me quickly and began to pump -- to "Ahhhhhh" move faster and faster, to lunge with all the "Uuuuhhh, Uuuhhhhh" fury that glorious body could muster. His massive body beat an imprint of my back and head into the thick carpet as he lunged in and out, in and out, faster and "Ahhhhhhhh" faster!! Billy let out a loud cry and I felt huge sports of his hot cum bursting from his cock-head, filling my insides again and again. Then big spurts began to shoot from my throbbing cock as his big hand massaged it. "Oh baby, Oooohhhh baby, ahhhhh"!!! When he finally and breathlessly stopped, I kept moving up and down, up and down, and vibrating my buns like the Tahitian dancers do. Billy liked that a lot and I loved feeling that beautiful giant's body pinning me to the floor.
At the house, the four men unloaded the truck slower than they had worked that morning, and I kept getting knowing glances from the other three, which didn't bother me at all. After that workout, I wanted more so badly, they could have watched for all I cared. When they were finished, Nikos confirmed that they would meet me at the storage facility at 8:30 the next morning. I walked out the front door with Nikos and Billy and the other two were standing behind the truck talking and laughing. Billy winked and smiled and squeezed his left pec, massaging it as he looked at me. As if this was a 'victory' sign, the stocky kid said, "Hey man, how was lunch?" "See you guys tomorrow," I said and went back into the building.
The next day they brought two more men and the furniture and boxes were out of storage and into the house by 3:00. I had some of our people coming the next day to start helping unpack and put the house in order. A few years down the road, I would have my own business called 'Home Arrangers'.
Knowing how I wanted the next two hours to play out, I had beer in the 'frig and told Nikos they were welcome to drink all they wanted. Everyone got a beer and relaxed in the pool house. I casually and pointedly told Nikos (and Billy) that I would be upstairs and to let me know when they were ready to go. When I got upstairs, I stopped on the landing and looked below toward the pool house. Billy was standing in the entrance pulling off his T-shirt and saying something. He picked up a six-pack and started walking toward the house, talking and smiling as he walked. I went into the bedroom and turned on my tape player (Isaac Hayes) and took off my shirt. "Nothin' goes better with a cold beer than a hot ass," I heard Billy say from the stairs. "Got me a hard-on lookin' for a home," he laughed.
On the landing he took off the rest of his clothes and left them on the floor and railing; a visual sign of conquest for his comrades. When that naked giant walked into the bedroom, memory almost caused me to shoot off in my jeans. The previous days activities were repeated all over again, as if that were a dress (or undress) rehearsal and today was the opening of what I hoped would be a long, long run.
While Billy was pounding my ass, I saw Nikos walk into the room. As I peered over Billy's lunging frame, Nikos removed his shirt. That olive skin stretched over those big shoulders, pecs, arms . . . the sight of him made me shudder with a new excitement. After watching us for a minute, Nikos continued to strip. When Billy finally realized he was there, he laughed. "I wondered when you were gonna' get your butt up here and try some of this hot ass for yourself." "Okay you greedy bastard," Nikos responded, "get the hell out of my way." Billy pulled out and stood up, grabbing Nikos' big Grecian pillar and pumping it a few times, as I watched with anxious anticipation.
Billy sat on the floor behind me and I rotated onto my knees over his giant pole and began to suck on it as Nikos ("Aaaaaaah", "Ooooooooh") began pushing his big fat dick inside me. As he hit bottom, he let out a "Hopah!" and in my head I heard music from 'Zorba' as he fucked my willingness into a new dance of sexual feast time, on one of the boss man's oriental rugs. Nikos fucked me hard and good while I gobbled Billy's mighty piece of meat and massaged and sucked on those big black pecs like the ravenous
sensualist I had become. Once the eruptions were over and I could stand again, I opened three beers and they drank while I worked over both of those super bodies with my eyes, hands and mouth. Billy had already found out how crazed I get when someone sucks on my nipples, and he and Nikos got me down and both of them slurped away while I fought like a wild man to get away, loving the fact that there was no way that could happen.
I gave both of them my phone number and was assured that they would both be dropping by my place for more. We could have gladly gone again right then, but they had to leave and I needed a rest, want it or not.
The next day, Terry, the young man who setup the move, stopped by the house to see how it went. I invited him over to my place for a drink that afternoon. When he arrived, I was dressed in black shorts and tank top and had been working out with my weights to pump up a tad. "Where do you get the energy to do that?" he asked. "I seem to have an abundance of energy of late, and thought it best to work some of it off before it gets me in trouble," I said with a smile. "Did it work?" he asked. "No," I laughed. "What would You like to drink?"
Terry drank scotch and I made hi9s drink strong. He was married, "but not too happily," "now that's a good strong drink" and he would have another. "Yesterday, when we were talking, I said something about the great looking stewardesses on the flight from Houston to Dallas and you hardly responded at all, " he said. "Don't you like girls?" "Oh they're fine if you're straight, but I'm not, so I would be more interested in you than them," I replied. "That's what I figured," he said. "Would you like to get necked with me?" "Yes," I said quickly, "I would like that very much." "Well, if you're not sure," he laughed. This time, the sex was not a lollapalooza fantasy explosion, it was more a time of courtship and let's-fall-in-love time, after time until Terry decided that he had to decide between me and his wife. Hey, that was his thought process, not because of anything I said, or didn't say. The wife won the toss and they moved to New Mexico. Nikos and Billy came back for more and I was always very happy to see them.
If you're planning a move in the near future, and need a great coordinator, give me a call. I've always been a person who arranges things, for the pleasure, the pure ummmmm pleasure I derive. Just leave everything to me.
Al E Katz, Butterfield 8 - 6969
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