Black Bobby And His Lad, Part 3
After a pleasant evening meal together, Bobby told Terry and me that he had to get home.
"It's my present partner," he explained. "He's so jealous that he follows me to the corner shop in the expectation that I've arranged to meet someone else. I call him Tallulah. He's really something like my old mother."
Terry and I chuckled at what Bobby said.
"How about you, Terry?" Bobby asked. "Do you want a lift home?"
"No," he said I want to talk to our boss for a while. "I'll see you on time tomorrow morning."
I saw Bobby out and kissed him goodnight. I then returned to Terry and took him by his hand into the garden. It was a balmy evening and the plants gave out their best odors. I switched the floodlights on before we sat down at the patio table.
"Tell me about yourself," I said to him.
Terry paused with embarrassment. He didn't really know where to begin. I got up and returned to the house and brought out two stiff drinks.
When I returned to the question, Terry told me that he had been treated like a shit all his life. He had never known his father and his mother had been a bit of a slut. He had more "step" dads than he could remember. Tears ran from his eyes as he remembered his childhood.
I took him in his arms and kissed him all over his face and hands.
"Forget the past," I said to him quietly. "You survived and you're now a beautiful young man with a future."
He gave me a very wet, passionate kiss of thanks for this compliment and I raised his drink to his lips. He took it down him in one long gulp.
He kissed me again and told me that he thought he was in love with he. He had never met anyone that had attracted him more. I swallowed hard. I went into the house again and came out with two more stiff drinks.
"Here's to your future," I said as he snuggled up to me.
I sipped my drink slowly and stared into Terry's dark eyes. I told him that I already had a partner but I had real feelings for him too.
"You're one of the most attractive men that I have ever met in my life. But I'm old enough to be your father," I said to him sweetly.
"That's what I love about you," admitted Terry. "You're the father and lover that I have always craved for."
His words rebounded in my head. Here was this very young black stallion in my arms swearing undying love for me. I looked down at his handsome face and kissed the ear with the earring in it. His soft tongue licked all over my face and throat. I was his and he was mine in the same instant.
My cock was as hard as steel for him and, after a few deep grateful kisses, I murmured words of love in his ear. He was overcome with my love for him and he took me to my bedroom.
"Fuck me to madness, Dad," he whispered to me as he laid down on my bed on his back.
My cock surged at the sound of his words and, within seconds, I got the tip of my cock into his asshole. Sweet Jesus, it was the fuck of my life: he made it tight for me by pushing down against me as I tried to get all of my hot cock into him. It was like fucking a virgin.
I groaned and groaned until my cock was deep inside him. Finally his sphincter relaxed and I was able to start to fuck him. And fuck him I did. I took long and short strokes as I wanted and he didn't seem to mind whatever I did to him: he just moaned and moaned with sheer pleasure as my dick pumped in and out of him.
I stopped for a while and I told him that he was the most special young guy that I had ever had. He squeezed down on me as I fucked him for the last time and my cock soon shot its ribbons of hot love juice deep down his tube. Terry squealed with pleasure as he felt my hot deposit inside him and, quite uncontrollably, his cock shot all over my face and chest.
When we woke up in the morning, my cock was still inside Terry's ass and still hard and desperate for him. He pushed his butt up to me until my cock was all inside of him and I fucked him again. I realized that I wanted him to be the son that I had never had...
Richard Allen
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