This is Part 3 of a longer story. Parts 1 and 2 appear under the title "Long Night at the Baths" If you would like to read the whole story in its proper sequence, I would suggest you read this part last.
MORE ABOUT BIG ANDY AND ME IN NYC
I think that everyone would agree that Big Andy and I were the least likely pair of guys ever to establish a meaningful relationship. I was a Southern boy just out of college and in NYC to start my first job. Although I don't think of myself as prejudiced against Blacks, it is the late 50's and the segregation question is mightily hot back home. I'm 5'8", 170#, blue eyes, blond hair, smooth almost hairless body with a 7" cut cock.) I'm gay but have had damn little experience before being gangbanged almost to death when I got too drunk at my first visit to the baths. Any is about 6'4", 240#, good looking as hell with a smooth pale chocolate colored skin and an almost hairless body that is very muscular but not muscle-bound. What hair he does have is curly rather than kinky. He has at least a 10" inch cock with the fattest head I had ever seen. The biggest impediment to our ever getting together, however, was the fact that Andy had been an active participant in my being gangbanged - in fact he came back for seconds and probably hurt me more than any of the other guys (and there were a LOT of them) because of his size.
At one point when I regained consciousness I found myself alone in the room with him while he relentlessly plowed my now extremely tended ass hole. I begged him to stop and, much to my surprise, he pulled out immediately and said you mean you don't want to be fucked? I told him NO I had been led in here when I got too drunk to stand and had been fucked, sucked, and face fucked repeated every since!
Andy dropped to my side and said he never meant to hurt me, He had NEVER fucked a guy that had not begged for it because he knew how big he was and that most guys found him impossible to take up the ass. He said when he saw me in the fuck room being fucked by one guy after another, he just assumed that I really wanted it and he just joined in! He half carried me to the showers and rest room where I puked up about a quart of cum that I had been forced to swallow and shot about a gallon of cum as if it has been an enema. Andy said, Damn, I think every guy in the bath tonight has fucked you! Your ass was dripping cum all the way here. He got me in the showers, washed the sticky dried cum out of my hair, washed me all over, got me up to my room, told me to sleep for a couple of hours AFTER locking the door and that he would come by in the morning to get me up and take me home.
I said, sure he will - he probably just wants another chance at my ass! With that I fell asleep and was awakened only by a knocking at the door. I asked who the fuck it was and he said it was Andy and that he was going to see to it that I got home without any more trouble. With grave doubts I opened the door and there he was - all 6'4" of him fully dressed. He quickly got my clothes on me after asking how I felt. I told him I was sore as hell and could hardly sit down. He again told me how sorry he was for his role in my rape and that he was determined to make it up to me in anyway he could. We got to the curb, he hailed a cab, and got me up to my apartment in minutes. He undressed me, got me into my pjs, put me in bad, pulled the drapes, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and said he would be back to check on me that night.
I slept all day except for a brief period around mid-day when I had to pee. I stumbled into the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich, drank a glass of milk and went right back to bed. I never expected to see Andy again, but sure enough around 6pm there he was. He came in with a big grin on his face and asked how I was. I told him I was still as sore as hell. He said relax, Big Andy will help make it all better. I said yeah, if you think you can get that enormous cock up my ass again I'll smash the heavy lamp on my nightstand on your head! He said that he had no sexual designs for me. He took me to my bedroom, had my pa's off and on my back with my legs up in the air before I knew it. He then started to gently spread some soothing cream over the raw walls of my fuck chute, which I had to admit to myself felt damn good! He then took some astringent cream and started to spread it around my ass hole. It was cool and I could feel my ass hole being to tighten up a little. He told me that the first time he fucked me I had one of the tightest and sweetest ass holes that he had ever fucked but that right now my ass hole looked more like a 60 year old overworked whores'! Even I had to laugh at that and said "Flattery will get you nowhere big boy!"
To my surprise, Big Andy showed up every day for my "treatment" which I soon came to not only enjoy but to look forward to. I still didn't want to have sex with anyone and ESPECIALLY not Big Andy, but he never made a move on me until one night when he had finished his "treatment" he saw I had a roaring erection. Andy said he wanted to make sure I got a good night's slept and that he would take care of that. Before I could say anything he had my cock in his mouth and I was getting the best blowjob I had ever received. When he sucked me dry, he again covered me up, kissed me on the lips and was gone before I could say anything.
This went on night after night until Andy and I started spending every evening together - we'd go out for Dinner, stop in the neighborhood gay bar and spend hours just getting better acquainted. He still sucked me off regularly but never gave any hint that he wanted me to reciprocate. One night as he started to suck me, I surprised both of us by asking him to strip and let me 69 with him. He looked up at me and I said Yes, I really want to suck your cock! He stripped faster than I had even seen anyone strip before. He pulled me down in the bad a little and settled that big ass right next to my head with his enormous cock twitching about three inches from my lips. He then proceeded to suck my cock but made no move to force me to eat his cock, although I would tell he was damned hot for it. I started out by stroking the huge velvet-like cockhead and then the rest of his long cock's shaft. He obviously enjoyed this because his hips and whole lower body were quivering. I finally got up enough nerve to take his huge cock in my mouth and begin to suck. I came first but within a few seconds I started to get wave after wave of cum gushing into my throat. I took it all (his cum has always been sweet to me) and sucked him dry. He signed, spun around in the bed, took me into his arms while I rested my head on his massive chest. He said he thought he was falling in love with me and did I think that there was any chance of my ever forgiving him for what he had done. I told him I had forgiven him long ago and that I just realized I was in love with him too. I told min I wanted him to move in with me on a permanent basis. He did the next day!
As each day went by we bonded closer and closer and we each became more comfortable with each other's body. It was a LONG time before I shocked him by asking him to fuck me but, although he refused to fuck me as often as I would have liked (he said he was rationing himself to make sure that my ass hole stayed tight for him) we would fuck fairly often and we sucked each other off almost every morning and night! God, was that great sex!
I was into some mild jogging for exercise and Andy always used to accompany me. Central Park wasn't always known as being totally safe and I think he went with me more to protect me than anything else. But man, was he an effective bodyguard. With him at my side I think any mugger or pervert would have to have been out of his fucking mind to try to mess with me. A couple of times a guy would try to join us and strike up a conversation but Big Andy would give him this unbeliievably black scowl and the guy would be off in the opposite direction in a flash! I used to laugh and say, well, that's another one you've scared away! Andy would just grunt and say that no one was going to mess with his lover while he was around!
Andy is one of the cleanest guys I've ever known. He will shower at least three times a day and ALWAYS uses a Fleet enema to make sure his ass is clean before he will let me suck or fuck it. His big exerise thing, however, is working out with weights and an exercise machine that we had set up in one corner of our bedroom. Andy has a little exhibitionistic streak in him and loved to have me watch him while his muscles flexed and ballooned while he did his reps. At first he always wore a tight Speedo outfit that covered him from his waist down to his lower hips. One day I asked him to take the Speedo off and let me watch him exercise while totally nude. That Speedo was off before I could count to five and it never was used again. From then on I was treated to the sight of this magnificant body getting more and more pumped up while what started as just a long limp cock grew bigger and bigger and thicker and thicker in from of my face. He knows I am fascinated with his dick and has no inhibitions about flapping it in my face while he works out. When he is finally through, he sighs and leans back against the wall, dripping with sweat. That's my signal to move in and dry him off by licking his sweet sweat off every inch of his body! It seems to take forever for me to work my way to his ass (at which time, he very politely bends over, pulls apart his ass cheeks apart and makes his ass hole available for my hot tongue. When I've licked that to both his and my satisfaction, I turn him around and start on those dripping balls and cock. God, that is a fantastic sensation and he obviously enjoys it as much as I because by the time I get to his cock, he has both of his massive hands on the head gently directing where he wants me to lick and suck!
By this time, we both have roaring erections that are pumping and throbbing like crazy. When we are both about ready to explode (Andy has an uncanny capacity of knowing just when this time will come), he picks me up as if were a baby, carries me into our bedroom (we've always used a king-sized bed) and we both proceed to suck and finger-fuck each other until we explode!
When I have to go out of town on business and it is not convenient for Andy to come with me he will grumble for days and about how will I be able to sleep at night without his holding me and how will he be able to sleep without my head on his chest and my cock available to suck whenever I'm hard and he feels like it. He always goes to the airport with me and, much to my embarrassment, as I am about ready to board the plane he will (right in the middle of the waiting room) lift me off my feet and give me this long very wet deep kiss! He then whispers to me not to forget that my body is his and that his body is mine and he damn sure wants to make sure that it stays that way! When I get back, he always meets me and will berate the taxi driver to drive faster until we get to our apartment. As soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, we have this wild contest to see who can get undressed fastest. For some reason the winner gets to decide what we will do next. It's a senseless challenge in that we always want to do the same things to each and only the order will differ. But it has become a "tradition" so we each enthusiastically go through with it,.
As the 50's drifted into the 60's and the 60's drifted into the 70's more and more of ours friends caught HIV, had it develop into AIDS and died. Initially we wondered, why them and not us? Eventually it dawned on us that neither of us had had sex with anyone else since the day after we met. Fortunately each of us continues to fully satisfy each other sexually and I know I have NEVER been tempted to stray. I'd be a fool to stray when I had the most beautiful and sexiest man in the world eager to sleep with me every night. Why Andy continued to be fascinated with me, I'll never know. I know I'm attractive, but I'll never win any Mr. America contests and to be honest, Andy would easily find a more attractive and sexier guy, but I guess loyalty is one of his strong suits and he continues to see me as I was - not as I now am. Once Andy bonds with a guy - it is for life! On those less frequent than I would liked occasions that Andy will fuck me, He always says that my ass hole is as tight as ever and that nobody can give a fuck like I can! Well, how he knows that in view of the fact that he hasn't fucked anyone else in over 20 years, I don't know, but it is flattering and I'm sure that he really believes it is true! I also know that when he says my ass hole is a tight as ever, he means it is as tight as it was the first time he fucked me during that awful gangbang to which I was subjected. He knows that is still a VERY sensitive subject with me (which we NEVER discuss.) and a sore subject to him as well in that it was the first and only time in his life he ever fucked someone without their permission. He still feels guilty about that but he knows that I love him without reservation and forgave him LONG ago.
Maybe we were just lucky never to catch HIV, I prefer to think that it was our reward for being faithful to each other. Who knows? Anyway as we grow older the sex becomes a little less frequent, but still as enjoyable to both of us as ever. We are both in good health. We've put away a pretty considerable sum for our retirement, which won't be that far off and are already making plans about the long vacations we want to take and places we went to see - together of course!
A lot of our couple friends have started to sleep in separate bedrooms as they get older. Not us. We still sleep together exactly as we always did. Andy is on his back with one arm around me, leaving the other free to stroke my cock or and other part of my body if he feels like it during the night. I'm on my right side with my head on his chest (over his heart) . That gives me one free hand to stroke his body and fondle his cock during the night if I feel like it. We both swear that we can't go to sleep in any other position. That's probably a lot of shit, but if we want to believe that - who the hell is there to question us?