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My Crown has Come Home
By Simon Peter
The drive from Illinois to Pennsylvania took around 9 hours. I was then in grad school on a student exchange program. I was visiting a distant cousin whom I had met two years before when he came to Africa to visit his "roots." The car trip to Pennsylvania was shared with three other students where each contributed to the gas and food.
My gay experiences in the US up till then were nil. I was 23 with only two experiences with guys: one when I was 15 in boarding school and the other with a guy during my second year in college. I was quite timid and usually sneaked my way into a porn shop in downtown Champaign to buy a photo porn magazine or two. I would be so embarrassed when I took the magazines to the cashier to pay and I left as quickly as possible. I would jerk off in my room to the photos, remembering my two prior experiences and fantasizing about my very sexy American apartment-mate who was straight as an arrow. I was actually his girlfriend's confidant. She'd come to me and cry whenever Don gave her a hard time. So I had to give up on Don.
Anyway, I got to Philadelphia to stay with my cousin for Thanksgiving. I had one week off. My cousin, Dejen, was 26 years old. I thought I could detect some gayness in his attitude and movements, but I also thought that that was simply due to my hyper-sexed imagination. Dejen introduced me to a friend, a nice-looking white guy, on the first evening and the three of us agreed to meet for coffee later.
Dejen drove to his friend's place. As we parked and I got out of the car, Dejen told me to wait in the car so he could check whether Jim was ready. I thought nothing of it then, and I waited. A few minutes later, Dejen came down and said that Jim will be down in five, and that he had a friend that would be joining us.
Jim and his friend appeared around ten minutes later. They both looked as if they had just got out of the shower, wet hair and all. Jim's friend was also a looker. We went to an all-night place and sat in a booth. When we ordered coffee, the waitress was very friendly and called the guys "honey." I was sitting next to Dejen in the booth, with Jim and his friend facing us. They sat closer to each other than we did. Around 30 minutes later, two other guys came over. There were handshakes and Jim asked them to join us. One squeezed next to me, the other next to Jim and his friend.
The conversation was normal: lots of shared experiences and laughs and stuff like that. After a while, the conversation turned to me. They wanted to know about my major and about Africa. The booth seats were designed to hold two on each side, so we were quite squeezed three to a side. Frank, the white guy who sat next to me, was very friendly. A couple of times he'd place his hand on my thigh and say something like "How do you find the good ol' US of A", a rub, and he'd move his hand away.
Our knees touched all the time and I was sure that Frank pressed a bit more than just from being normally squeezed.
I liked Frank. He was tall, like me, with black hair and green eyes, somewhat slim, also like me, and with a great sense of humor. I was very excited sitting so close next to him, but I didn't dare make any move. Jim and his friend were holding some kind of conversation in hushed tones when Dejen and Frank's friend got up to go to the bathroom. This left Frank and me somewhat to each other, in a way.
When I had introduced myself earlier, everyone other than Dejen found it difficult to pronounce my name, Adebowale, which means "my crown has come home." They were surprised that our names had such meanings. Dejen meant "foundation" or "support." There were a few cracks about Dejen's name and the "crown" part in my name, although I couldn't figure out what the smirks on their faces were for. Everyone agreed to go with Ed instead of Adebowale, and I had to agree after their failed attempts at massacring my name, which I was-still am-very proud of.
Frank squeezed closer to me, placed his hand on my thigh again, now more on the inside of my thigh, rubbed a little and said, "Ed, I'm glad we came over and got to meet you. We don't meet guys from your corner of the world every day here, and you are quite nice."
"Thanks, Frank. That's nice of you to say."
He squeezed my thigh and rubbed up and down. "I really like you, Eddie. Do you really think I'm nice too?" He said this in a low voice as the other two were still mumbling to each other and laughing, not paying attention to us.
"Oh, yes, sure. You really are nice and I like you, too." I started to sweat a little because I knew there was something going on under the table. Frank's hand moved up, touching my crotch. I erected in one second. He rubbed my erection and said smiling, "Yea, I can tell," raising an eyebrow as soon as he sized my dick.
Regrettably, Frank's friend came back from the toilet-I kind of hoped he'd flush himself down-and Frank moved his hand away. But my erection raged. I wasn't thinking straight and whenever any of the guys directed a comment about me or asked me something I couldn't really concentrate and wasn't as sharp and as coherent as I usually was. When Dejen returned from the bathroom, Frank and I had to move out of the booth to let him through. As soon as he slid in, Frank leaned over behind my head and whispered something to Dejen, which I wasn't able to hear. Then, Frank leaned to me and whispered in my ear: "I spoke with Dejen and he said it was ok for you to spend the night at my place... that is, if you want to."
This took me totally by surprise. I couldn't find my voice. His hand was back on my thigh rubbing and I felt dizzy. I just nodded in agreement and Frank's smile doubled across his face.
We stayed for about an hour. It was almost midnight when Dejen yawned and said he needed to go to bed since he had work the next morning. "Do you want go home, Adebowale?" he asked. I didn't know what to say. I looked at Frank. But he came to the rescue and said, "Well, Dejen, you can go on home. I can give Ed a lift if he wants to stay some more."
Dejen said, "Is that ok with you, buddy? I really have to go and get some sleep."
"Ahh, umm," I stammered. "Sure, Dejen, I can stay for a while as Frank suggested."
Dejen left. After half an hour or so of knee rubbing and thigh kneading, Frank said, "OK, guys, it's time for us to split."
We slid out of the booth. Frank paid his share as well as mine. He refused to let me pay saying I was his guest. We walked over to his car: a red Mustang. He drove us to his place and we went up to his apartment. During the ride, he tried to strike a conversation with me, but I was so taken with how fast things were developing that my spit reservoir had gone empty, leaving my mouth dry.
As soon as we entered the apartment, Frank grabbed me to him and kissed me, deep and urgent, bodies grinding, erections pressing, moaning, and tonguing. It was so intense and so surprising that I thought I was going to blow my load right there in my undershorts.
After what felt like hours, Frank moved away. "Wow," Frank said in a low, husky voice. "I needed that badly!"
We walked over to the couch. I sat down, still speechless. Frank went to the little kitchenette and brought two bottles of beer. I asked for a coke instead. He laughed, got me a coke, saying, "Wimp!" jokingly.
We drank sitting next to each other. Frank reached over and pulled my shirt out of my jeans and started to unbutton it, slowly. He looked at the hair patch in the middle of my chest and exclaimed: "Oh, my God, that is so sexy," and he started licking my chest hair and my nipples with my shirt open. I took off my shirt, arms trembling. So did Frank. He was smooth, very white as opposed to my black African skin, with maybe two or three hairs curling around his pink nipples. I bent and sucked the now-hard nipples. He moaned and lay back on the couch, which encouraged me to lick up under his chin on to his neck and down his chest, and then lower to his belly button. His erection was visible inside his pants, throbbing. Mine was about ready to explode. I didn't dare touch myself knowing that if I did I would definitely ejaculate.
Frank stood up. He undid his pants and pulled them down. He was standing in front of me, his tight briefs stretched to the maximum with his erection. I touched it.
"Yes, oh yes, Ed," he moaned. I kissed the bulge tracing the shaft that curved sideways inside the briefs; I licked right to the head and back to where the balls bulged. I must have slobbered a little-or was it his pre-cum?-I couldn't tell, but when I moved away from him, his briefs were wet around his cock head.
I stood up too. We kissed and kissed: passionately, with bodies glued. I was still in my jeans. When I started to unbuckle my belt, Frank said, "Wait, Ed, let me do that."
He kneeled in front of me and started undoing my jeans as I looked down at him. He looked so sexy doing that. I was wearing baggy undershorts. When Frank saw them he laughed. "That's why it felt as if you weren't wearing underwear when I touched you back in the diner. Man, we need to go get you some real hot briefs first thing tomorrow. These shorts are for nerds!"
I didn't give a fuck about underwear at that moment. My cock tented the shorts like at no other time.
But it looked like Frank had something for tight briefs. I had not been comfortable with briefs because of my large dick. When erect, it is 24 centimeters long, uncut, and thick. Briefs are sort of a tight container for my baggage, especially when I get a hard-on watching hot American college students lie around half naked in the quad.
He grabbed my dick inside the shorts and started to stroke me. He peeled the skin back and forth easily, gazing at my cock size, eyes wide, unbelieving.
"God," he mumbled. "This is elephant-size cock, Ed!"
I had to stop him because I was so close to shooting. We went back to kissing, standing up, me in my stupid shorts, Frank in his hot bulging briefs. He was about 5 centimeters shorter than me and I could feel his cock pressed on my thigh. He put one arm around my head as we kissed and reached down with his other hand to rub my erection, making sure he didn't rub too fast, and grinding his own cock against me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rubbed his back. I slid one hand inside his briefs waistband and massaged his smooth butt, finding his crack. He moaned into my mouth, his cock growing even harder.
We moved to the couch. We sat next to each other, cocks still erect in our underwear, drinking. He told me about how he had broken up with his boyfriend a month before. I told him about my short experience with Ebele. This got us more excited. After a while of chatting and caressing each other- he loved my hairy legs and thighs and I adored his smooth chest-he stood up, took my hand and pulled me up, and we walked to his bedroom. Needless to say, I walked on wobbly, watery legs, with my erection tenting my shorts in front of me.
On the bed he immediately climbed on top of me, his body pressed on mine and we kissed more. I slid his briefs down his thighs, and arched my butt to let him slide mine. Our unsheathed cocks met. The feeling was totally electric: shocks and shocks went through my body, our lips glued, our tongues probing, and our hands all over each other. My balls ached and I shuddered with excitement.
I whispered in his ear: "Frank, if we keep this up one more minute, I think I'm going to lose it and blow."
He laughed, got off, and reached for the night table drawer. He took a tube of gel and spread some on my cock, pulling back the skin and covering the shaft, still looking with wonder at the long shaft, hard and throbbing. He squeezed out more gel and fingered his own hole. Then he pinned me down and sat down on my cock. I cried out when my cockhead penetrated his hole. He fisted my lubed shaft and guided me into him. He pressed down. I slid all the way up into his insides, the whole shaft now totally buried. He arched his back as he relaxed his ass muscle to take me into him, with a look of pain mixed with pleasure and lust on his face.
My cockhead could feel the warm silk insides and I ached to start pumping him, but he had me flat on my back forcing his butt cheeks on my crotch. He was trying to accommodate all that meat in his body.
His cock, around 16 centimeters long, but with a very thick shaft, was plastered to his belly and his balls were resting in my thick pubes. He ran his lubed hands all over my chest, grinding on my cock, squeezing and massaging my nipples. I pushed up insistently and he knew I wanted to fuck.
"Your crown has come home, Ed," he said.
Oh, I thought, that was what they were smirking about! Slowly, he started to move up and down on my shaft, still pinning me down, still playing with my nipples and massaging my chest and playing with my chest hair. I thrust up and he met my thrusts, grunting and moaning. But he wouldn't let me go fast: just slow and deep. It felt like the times when I wanted to delay my ejaculation as I was masturbated, edging, and ready to cum but not there yet. I reached for his dick. As soon as I fisted his thick shaft his hole squeezed tighter around my cock. I stroked him using some of the lube he had covered my chest with. His dick felt so hot in my fist: hard and cut and throbbing. With my hand still around his cock shaft, working it, he bent over me and found my mouth. This gave me some freedom to control the fucking. I rammed up into him and increased the fucking tempo.
He cried out and bit my lower lip as he felt the impaling thrusts. My cock slid in and out of his hole so easily, so perfectly, the skin and lube making the fucking so natural.
He started moaning louder, vibrating in my mouth. I pressed my palm tighter on his dick and stroked him faster, my cock pistonning his fuck tunnel. I felt his cock get thicker in my fist and with a loud cry, he shot onto my chest as he let go of my mouth and arched his body back. Globs and globs of thick streams of cum covered my chest and my face. His hole squeezed and twitched on my cock shaft milking me. I let go of his spurting cock and, with one final deep thrust, exploded inside him. When he felt the hot juice and my final deep thrusts, he cried out loudly, sweat covering his smooth hot chest.
My cock flexed in his ass. His softening dick rested above his balls in my pubes, dripping. His hands massaged his cum on my chest and my face. Then he got off and plopped next to me. "My God, Ed,"
he exclaimed. "That was intense."
"Yea Frank," I agreed. "You are one hot fuck!"
We lay down next to each other breathing hard, covered with sweat and cum, for 5 or 10 minutes.
Then we moved into the shower. Frank wanted us to shower together and I surely didn't complain or resist. This got me hard instantly and he laughed when he saw my erection. "Ed, fuck, you're ready again."
"Uhuh," I said, smirking, 24 centimeters of hard man-cock pointing upwards in front of me.
In the shower, we kissed. Frank was so much into kissing and he knew how to do it. He soaped both of us. We ran soap all over our bodies and cocks, and both of our love tools were by now raging hard.
Then Frank let go and turned me around, his cock sliding into my crack. I lifted one leg placing my foot on the soap dish and he entered me.
I had thought that his thick cock was going to need some hard work to penetrate me. But with all the soap and my being so horny, my ass just welcomed him in. He pumped. He was a hard fucker, not like when he was riding my cock. He pumped fiercely as I cried out over and over, my ass muscle stretched to the maximum and beyond. His thick cock stretched me and filled me. When he shot his load, it was his turn to cry out. His cum was hot inside me as I masturbated. He pulled out and turned me around.
He saw me servicing myself and became apologetic. He kissed the side of my neck and started to mumble: "Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm so fucking sorry, Ed, I didn't mean to cum so soon. Sorry man you're still hard."
I pushed his head down. "Then do something about it, you little fuck," I whispered hoarsely.
He gobbled my wet soapy dick, pulling the skin back all the way and licking and sucking on the pink sensitive head. As soon as my cock head hit his throat I shot my load. With every squirt, my sore ass squeezed in response. He swallowed my juice. I could feel his cum starting to seep out of my ass down onto my thighs. I squirted gallons into his hungry hot mouth and he kept swallowing. I didn't stop pumping his face. I squirted and pumped, each time going deeper into his throat, the soreness in my ass making me cum more fiercely. Finally, I pulled out, my cock head so pink and sensitive after the fucking and sucking.
I spent the night at Frank's, fucking and sucking in all positions. When I woke up, he was behind me, spooning me, his hardness in my crack. Penetrating, he gave me my morning fuck. I cummed on the bed sheet with him still pounding my burning ass.
The rest of the Thanksgiving break I spent with Frank. We saw Dejen and we went out every evening with him. He knew we were fucking like rabbits, and I'm sure he approved, but he never commented.
The nights, however, were spent at Frank's place: on Frank's couch, in Frank's bed, under Frank's shower. It didn't matter who was fucking or sucking who. It was hot horny man sex.
Frank visited me later at the university in February for a few days. He stayed in my room and, of course, we fucked and sucked, my crown coming home over and over. But we were careful to be quiet and discreet. I didn't want my hot, straight apartment-mate to find out that I was gay. He was too sexy to lose having him around as a straight friend!