It was late July in 1996, and I had just turned 16, when my life changed forever. I lived with my mom in a small run down house on the south side of a river city in West Virginia. Mom was 33, had me and a younger brother and sister, but their dad had custody of them. My dad was never in my life. She was a bartender at a local, popular, rough, dive bar, so she worked nights. She was pretty, and kind of slutty and flirty, but at the time she had a boyfriend. She was good to me, but had not been real good to herself. Her boyfriend was older, the assistant manager of a Long John Silvers, and was greasy himself and kind of gross. But she liked him, and he was pretty good to her. He had a house, and usually she would go to his house and stay the night after she got off work. We'd see each other briefly in the afternoons, but I pretty much had to fend for myself. The house next door had been converted into apartments. The old man who had lived downstairs had died recently, so that apartment had been unoccupied. An older lady lived upstairs. On the morning my life changed, here's what happened: I was sitting on our front porch that morning, having just gotten up, and was drinking some coffee. Mom wasn't home. I had my shirt off, as it was already starting to be a hot, muggy day. A cab pulled up in front of the rental next door, and the man who got out was possibly the hottest man I'd ever seen in person. He wasn't wearing a shirt either. He was black, medium complexion, in his early to mid- thirties, I guessed. He wasn't very tall, maybe 5'7, but he must have weighed at least 180. I was a little guy, but proportionate - about 5-4, 140. His head was shaved, but he had a full mustache and beard,and his nice muscular upper body was covered in thick curly black hair. He had nice eyes, big thick eyebrows, nice pink lips, and big pink nipples. He was wearing shorts that hung low, so I saw that his thick body hair continued down over his stomach and into his pubic area. He had a great back and shoulders, and biceps and forearms. His forearms were very hairy too. His shorts were kind of short, so I saw that his big thighs were hairy too,
along with his big calves. Finally, I saw that he had some big tennis shoes on, so his feet must be big. His shorts were kind of tight, so it was easy to see his big bulge. One more thing about his appearance - he was covered in tattoos, all up and
down his arms, all over his chest and stomach, even some on his legs. They kind of looked like "prison tattoos". He did look kind of "rough", so I thought maybe he had done some time. As he got a few items out of the trunk of the cab, he saw me looking and nodded his head and kind of smiled. I did likewise. He took his stuff into the apartment and the cab left. I stayed on the porch, thinking about what a hot new neighbor I had. I had had gay feelings since I was 12, but had never acted on them, only jacking off to my fantasies. I had never shared these feelings with anyone. I had never been with a girl. My new neighbor made me want to go inside and jack off, 'cause he was so hot, and exactly the kind of man I was attracted to. It seemed surreal at the
time. I stayed on the porch, though, hoping to see him again, and I was getting a
hard on. Within a few minutes, he came out of his apartment, looked over at me, and started walking over. I about shit my pants. He swaggered up onto the porch, smiling, and said, "Hey boy, A'm Duane, glad ta meet ya, whut's yore name?" He was smiling and extended his hand. I shook it and said "Uh, uh, I'm Eric". He said, "Well, glad ta meet boy" He said "Are you 16?", and I said yes. He smiled and said "Ah hoped so". I couldn't hardly look at him because I was so attracted. He said, "So whattya doin' taday, boy?" I said, "nothing", and he said "Good. You know of any stores 'roun' heya dat sell beer?" I said, "Uh, yea, down on the corner there's a place." He said, "How'd you lake ta drink sum beer wit me?" I said "okay". I'd drank some beer in the past, so I wasn't totally naive. He said he'd be right back. I couldn't believe he wanted to befriend me. He came back with a case of cheap beer, and motioned me over to his place. I went over. He said, "Glad ta hav' ya, boy, sit down ovah heya". The place was sparsely furnished, but there was an old couch and chair in the small living room. I sat in the chair. He put the beer in the fridge and brought me one, and he had one. He sat on the couch. We started drinking, and he turned on the little radio he'd brought. He said, smiling with big bright white teeth at me, "Boy, ah'm gonna be straigh' up witcha - ah jus' got outta prison. Ah noticed you checkin' me out pretty good. Ah' know the look, boy, so don' try ta deny it". I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. He got up from the couch and stood in front of me. He said, smiling, "Well,
you's already seen mos' of me, now heya's da res'". He dropped his shorts, revealing the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my young life. It hung down at least 8 inches, and was thick, and his balls were big too. His whole crotch area was hairy like the rest of him. Then he turned around and said, " Ah gotta nice big hairy ass, too". He wasn't lying. He turned back around, smiling, and boring his pretty eyes through me. He said, "Ok, boy, your turn." He sat back down on the couch, naked, and said, "Show me whut you got". I hesitated. He said, "Ah said show me whut ya got, now don' star' disobeyin' me boy". That kind of scared me, but I was still turned on, and feeling submissive, so I stood up and got in front of him. He said, "Turn aroun'". I did. He jerked my shorts down and whistled. He grabbed my cheeks kind of hard and pulled them apart a little. He said, "Damn, boy, you iz gotta nice white azz and pussy". You iz a virgin, aincha?" I said yes. He said, "Ain' nevah bin wit a girl eithah, huh?" I said no. He said, "Kneel down heya in fron' of me now. I hesitated, and he said "Boy, ah told ya not ta disobey me, now ah fuckin' mean it. You keep disobeyin' me an' ah'm gonna have ta beat yore pretty lil' white ass." I kneeled down in front of him and he smiled. He started stroking his big dick, and said " Kiss this big head now" I did. he said, "Good boy, now lick down ovah it". I did. He said, "Keep lickin'", and I did. He was getting huge, he was still stroking it. He said, "ok, boy, take dis' big head in yore mouf" He shoved it in. "Now suck it" he said. I did. He stood up and said "Don' bite it, boy". He put his hands on the back of my head and started pushing his dick in. I gagged. He said, "Don' gag boy, relax, git used to it, you iz gonna be doin' dis' all da time" He pushed more in. I took it. He started fucking my throat with abandon, pushing my head down onto it. "Yea, boy, you love dis' dick, doncha?' I couldn't speak. It was all I could do to not gag. He kept fucking my throat hard, and said, " A'm gonna fuck dat thro' raw boy' He kept fucking it and pushing my head into it for what seemed life forever, then he finally said, "Boy, ah'm gonna shoot mah big swee' lo' down yore thro', so git ready" With that he yelled and moaned and said "Take mah shi' boy, take it, come on!" He shot load after load of thick creamy cum down my throat, holding my head, then finally pulling out and shooting more on my face and lips. He rubbed his cum all over my face, and slapped it with his big dick. Then he said, "Ok, boy, go home now and jack off. Maybe later I'll call ya ovah an' ah'' fuck yore lil' virgin pussy raw."