The Gradual Bloomer

The Gradual Bloomer

Chapter 2

"Are you sure you can take me when I'm in control of how deep I go?" I asked.

"Well, if you take it easy and slowly, I think I can handle it," John allowed. "I'll let you know if it gets too uncomfortable for me. And use more lube than you think you need," he added, handing me the pump bottle of the slippery goo.

He got into position on his back and raised his legs, pulling his knees into his chest. His ass rose off the bed. I helped him along by pushing his legs harder into his chest. He rolled nearly on to his shoulders, giving me perfect access for eating out his recently bred manhole. Not one to avoid eating out a well fucked ass that I'd just loaded, I stuck my tongue up his hole and kissed his ass lips repeatedly. Although I'd already just rimmed and felched his ass, his gorgeous muscle butt needed more lingual help from me. It was too perfect to pass up. The longer I ate his hole, the more jizz he produced from my previous loads. Evidently, what I'd shot way up his love tunnel was beginning to migrate.

Finally, I relented after he beseeched me again and again to breed him. I allowed his ass to slowly drop to the bed, but stopped him with my hard dick. "This is beginning to feel like it'll be a short ride. My dick is far too hard and my balls are pulled up tight into the base," I warned.

"I don't care how long you ride as long as you cum up my hole, again, Adam," he begged again. My precum was dripping in a near torrent. I wasn't sure I'd need the commercial lube he'd handed me, but I decided that he probably needed it, even if I were providing nature's lube in quantity. I pressed the big, spongy head into his ass lips and sunk it inside. Two inches of shaft followed quickly. I looked down at him to see how he was doing. He wasn't wincing. In fact, a big smile spread over his face. His hands cupped my black ass, pulling me deeper. "Damn! You are so fuckin' big!" he whispered.

"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked, beginning to withdraw.

"NO!" he instantly responded. "I need that big dick up my ass and another load even more." His hands on my ass punctuated his desires, forcing my dick another three inches into him. "Fuck, yeah!" he murmured as additional, thick inches disappeared into him. I withdrew a few inches and pushed back in. "Yeah, like that. A nice, slow fuck. Give it all to me, Adam!"

Each time I pushed forward, I tried to force more into him. He was delightfully tight, but I kept an eye on his face to be sure I wasn't hurting him. Another minute passed before my pubes and his ass lips met. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly. "If I'm too deep, let me know," I advised.

"You're perfect," John sighed. "I like it when you're so deep. I can feel your dick jerk when you make it flex." His hands on my ass emphasized how much he wanted me to give him all I had. I tensed and pressed harder into him, grinding my pubes against his hole. "Fuckin' enormous!" he crowed. Our pace stayed slow. Kissing and fucking. I tried a long stroke and a few short strokes. It was obvious that the long strokes would make me nutt. If I didn't increase the pace, neither stroke would get my nutt. But, John had other ideas.

One of his hands moved from my ass to my erect nipples. Adding that to the equation spiked my need to breed. I warned him of the consequences. But, he merely smiled and increased the tension on one nipple and then the other. His free hand pulled on my ass, trying to get me to fuck him faster. I knew what he was aiming for. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

"You ready?" I groaned. "I'm gonna nutt!" My fucking rhythm increased as my impending climax reached a point where I couldn't hold back. I slammed deeply into him, my dick jerked hard when I hit bottom. "Flood my hole," he begged and moaned as I complied. More jets of sperm sprayed into him as my hard dick jerked fast and frequently. I have no idea how much I loaded him up, but I know it felt good for both of us.

I pulled back a few inches and pumped furiously, riding his hungry ass to a fever pitch of motion. The pleasure waves crashed repeatedly, leaving me nearly incapable of speech or coordination. But, my hips were on autopilot, not missing a stroke to gain maximum pleasure. My warm sperm jetted as John squirmed happily beneath me. Both of his hands were on my ass now, urging me to pound him harder and harder. He pulled my face down and we kissed savagely. I couldn't stop fucking and he couldn't stop his quest for every inch of hard dick and every drop of my cum.

We were happily coupling like animals, neither of us willing to stop the pleasure. My thrusts did slow, but his hands held on to my dark cakes, not allowing me to pull out. We kissed frequently as our pleasures slowly abated. "What a hot fuck!" I sighed, slowing pulling out.

"And I could feel your dick jerk and your warm cum spread deep inside me. You the Man!" John responded. I rolled onto the bed beside him and sighed contentedly. "You're the best fuck I've ever had," he continued. "No one does it as well or as thoroughly as you do. But, there is more to do."

I looked over at him wondering what he meant. Moments later, I knew. He moved over me and squatted over my face. His mouth sucked in my wilting dick, cleaning cum from it as well as nursing out the last drops of my massive load. With a muscle ass hovering over my mouth, I couldn't resist. The scent of this well-fucked and bred ass required immediate attention. My tongue darted in and savored the taste of my warm load. John moaned at the new pleasure I was giving his ass. I couldn't help but echo his sentiments. I love eating out bred manhole!

John's mouth moved slowly from my cleaned dick, beyond my relaxed balls, and headed for my asshole. I raised my legs to give him better access. His lips and tongue worked my pucker with professional zeal. With both of my hands on the back of his head, I urged him to eat my hole out with more gusto. He didn't need any persuading.

The longer he munched and licked on my hole, the more I moaned. It wasn't long before I began to think about getting my cherry ass fucked. I knew he'd be gentle with me. And I really wanted to know what it was like to get fucked. It wasn't like my ass had never been violated by anyone other than my physician giving me my prostate exam. I'd used a lubed, condomed banana to see if it was as good as the porn flicks that I watched. And I found out that the bigger and longer the banana was, the more I enjoyed it. However, I wasn't about to reveal those details to John. Perhaps, later, I'd let him know.

But, right now, I needed his dick in my ass. "John, I want you to fuck me," I began. He pulled away from my ass and looked at me with a startled gaze. "I haven't prepped, so I suggest you not go very deep, but I really want to feel you inside me. And give me a load, so you can suck it out of my ass afterwards."

"Are you serious?" he wondered sharply. "I'm your first, right?" I nodded. "So what makes you think you can take my dick up your virgin ass? I'm not exactly average. I could really hurt you."

"I know you'll take it easy on me," I replied. "But, I really need to get fucked. I wanna know what it's like to have another man inside me. Besides, it's hardly fair that only you get fucked tonight."

"I think you should try to take it like I did; sitting on it," John suggested.

"I want you to fuck me while I'm on my stomach. Rub that big dick up and down my ass trench and then slip it in just about when you're ready to nutt," I countered. "I wanna be fucked and bred by you."

"I do love your ass, Adam. And I want to fuck your perfect butt. But, I really am afraid I'll hurt you," he said.

"If it does hurt, I'll tell you," I replied. "I know you'll pull out. You're that kind of man."

"You have more faith in me than I do. Your black ass is spectacular, the best I've ever encountered. I don't know if I can resist you when I'm inside you and spraying my load," he sighed. "But, we'll give a try and see if you can take it."

I rolled over on to my stomach, handed him the lube, and looked over my left shoulder with a smile. "I really need this, John," I begged. I wiggled my ass as he applied lube to his hard dick. He pushed his dick against my ass trench and dry humped me. I felt how thick and long his dick is and began to have second thoughts about allowing him to fuck me. But, he was doing a great job of rubbing against my asshole as he slid his big dick up and down my trench. Several times, he slowed down and rubbed the leaking head against my hole, pressing down, urging me to open up for him.

Telling myself to relax and let him in, I finally succeeded. I felt the thickness penetrate me. It stung, but only briefly. He felt me wince, but I grabbed his muscle ass with both hands and urged him to fuck my trench harder and faster. He complied, but did stop more frequently to enter me. Finally, he was inside me full time. Only the big head and a few inches of thick shaft were inside. I felt spread and filled. The pleasure of getting my prostate rubbed was far better than a banana working my ass. "Yeah, John, you gotta fuck me good. Take that black ass. Make me your hungry bottom," I whispered.

John increased the tempo slightly. That was all it took. He bellowed as he shot his load inside me. I grabbed my ass and pulled my cakes apart, hoping he'd plant his seed even deeper. "Breed ME!" I shouted.

His body shook and then he collapsed atop me. His dick slipped in deeper as his hips worked to plant his seed. I could feel his dick jerk inside me. I knew he was cumming. I wanted him so much! He whispered in my ear and kissed the lobe softly. "I've never enjoyed a fuck more," he sighed.

"That's the best fuck I've ever had or will ever have," I assured him, dreamily. Slowly, he pulled out. I smiled over my shoulder and wiggled my ass. "Eat it!" I ordered.

Knowing exactly what I meant, he dove into my ass trench and speared my asshole with his tongue. He ate noisily for several minutes before he came up for air. I had raised my ass, so he could get his tongue in farther. Eventually, I pushed him on to his back and sat on his face. He ate me out with renewed zeal.

I noticed that getting fucked made my dick hard again. Once more, I ate his hole as he continued to rim and felch me. But, within another minute, I couldn't hold back. "I gotta fuck you again," I declared. John pulled his legs into his chest and smiled up at me. "Yeah, just like that," I sighed.

Not taking the time to eat his ass out, again, I lubed him up quickly and slid inside. We sighed contentedly. "You can fuck me any time you get it up, John. I need that big black baby-maker inside me all the time. And be sure to breed me at the end of each of your amazing fucks."

"I don't think there is any danger in not cumming when I fuck that beautiful, muscle ass," I allowed. "Your ass inspires my nuts to put out more jizz, just for you."

"And I do love that," he smiled. "But, what totally surprises me is that you recover so quickly and always have more juice for my love tunnel." I had to laugh at his reference. "And I love it filled with your cream."

I kept my speed low, so we could enjoy the fuck together. His hands on my ass helped me adopt the requisite rhythm. He was in no hurry, and neither was I. Well, that was the plan anyway. As I concentrated on his ass and how much my dick was enjoying it, I flashed back to how good it felt to get fucked. That was a mistake. Mere seconds later, even without an increase in speed, I shot another big load up his ass. I think the suddenness surprised both of us.

"Damn! You were really hot for it this time," he smiled up at me.

"Yeah, I was really getting into again, loving the pace, and taking it slow. But, I thought about how well you fucked me and that pushed me over the edge before I could pull back," I sighed.

"Really?" John asked. "I didn't think it was that good for you."

"Oh, no. I totally loved it. And I wouldn't mind another one," I smirked as I stroked his hard-again dick. "Give me another load."

"Same position?" he wondered.

I thought for an instant. "No. How about on my back, like I just fucked you?"

"If you're sure that it won't be a problem..."

"I'll let you know if it is."

I pulled my knees into my chest and made my hole wink at him. He smiled and pushed on my calves, raising my ass higher. His tongue explored my hole for a minute or so before he applied lube and pushed in. Once more, I felt a short spike of a sting and then bliss. The big dickhead hit my prostate and all was well with the world.

John leaned in a kissed me softly on the lips. "I've never fuck a black man before. How is it possible that I got the best one on the first try?"

"You've had other black me in bed with you, though," I asked.

"Yeah, we just played around, sucked dick, and a couple of them fucked me with condoms, but it was a `slam, bam, thank-you-ma'am' event. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I didn't even get to eat out their round butts."

"It sounds like they were pretty closeted," I observed.

"Probably," he agreed. "I was afraid you'd be the same way, considering that you're a novice."

"And, now?" I smiled.

"You blew me away," he grinned. "I've never had a man in bed with me who was as much into hot sex as you are. And you're a natural. It'll like you've had years of practice on how to please another man."

"Well, I haven't," I reminded him. "I've had some experience getting my dick sucked at the book stores and that's it."

"Nothing going on at the gym?" John wanted to know.

"I know stuff is going on, but I've never seen it, nor have I been asked to participate. I wouldn't know what to do."

"With what you have to offer, there is very little for you to do to get some action," John replied.

"Well, what should I do?" I challenged.

"Just walk around with nothing on. Let your big dick do the talking. You'll get a lot of looks and you'll know which looks are invitations and which ones are just curious, straight guys," he instructed. "Your gym has private showers or are they gang showers?"

"Gang," I answered.

"And a sauna or steam room that isn't co-ed?"

"Both," I revealed.

He smiled. "That's a perfect set-up for a man on the prowl. All you have to do is be available. Perhaps, you could cup your big nuts, or let your dick swing while you're standing, or even let it grow."

"If I let it grow, it'll go fully hard," I grimaced.

"All the better!" he laughed. "When you get some interest in the gang shower or in the changing room, the sauna or steam room could provide you with some privacy to get it on."

"So, what does go on in the steam room or sauna?" I pressed.

"Whatever you want," he said. "It's usually private, but not always. Others may want to join in. That's your call. Condoms are usually used, but not always. If you want a blowjob, you'll usually get one without a condom. Guys love cum. But, taking up the ass bareback is kinda rare."

"Unlike what we've been doing," I smirked.

"Yeah, and loving it," he smiled back. "But, there, you don't know the status of the guy you're getting dick from. So, don't bareback, unless you KNOW his status."

"I wasn't thinking of getting fucked there. But, fucking a hungry hole might happen."

"You got the merchandise, so I think that's pretty certain. However, a good blowjob is always a good time, too," he allowed.

"Yeah, but a hot fuck is always better."

"True," he allowed.

Eventually, we agreed that we needed to get some sleep. As the sun rose in the east the next morning, we were slowly awakened. I looked over at his smiling face. "I'm in need another deep fuck," John smiled. "I know you're good for it," he added, fondling my morning wood. "Bury that monster up my butt again and breed me."

He rolled over on to his stomach and wiggled his ass. I added a little lube to his hole and my dick and proceeded to give him what he asked for. Graciously, he returned the favor and bred my black ass, too.

We relaxed in each other's arms and napped for a few minutes. "I need a shower," I said when I woke up, again. "And breakfast. What do you have in your kitchen that I can make?"

"Just about anything you can imagine," John replied as he stroked my rising dick. "But, I agree that we need to clean up first."

Chastely, we headed for the master bathroom. I needed a shave, but so did he. I decided I could wait until I got home. We made the mistake of helping each other in the shower, so that lead to another breeding session for both of us.

I fixed us breakfast which consisted of a bacon and cheese omelet, fresh fruit, English muffins, and juice. He brewed coffee, but I've never acquired a taste for it. He suggested a small container of fruit-laced Greek yogurt to finish off the meal.

After he instructed me on how to clean myself out for an evening of getting fucked and extracting a promise to see him again this evening for dinner and a night on the town, I took a bus home. John had offered to drive me there, but I declined.

I collapsed on my bed and slept for three hours. Awakened by the phone ringing, I groggily answered it. The friend that I'd gone downtown with the night before wanted to know if I'd scored. I don't know how he didn't see us leave the bar. But, I guess he was busy with his date du jour.

Before I could extol John's many virtues, he launched into a sordid tale of hot sex with the guy I wouldn't have dragged home on a bet. He said that guy was really sweet and great sex. I inquired about the guy's manhood and he replied that size wasn't everything. Yeah, right. And he was going to see him again tonight. They were going to go to a movie and dinner and then back to the guy's place for a night cap and probably more sperm swapping.

I asked if they got any sleep. He replied that they did, although they talked a lot. Without saying so, I concluded that neither of them had very good recovery powers or he would have raved on and on about how many times they did it.

When he finally wound down, he asked how my evening went. I gave him a quick summary, leaving out many details and the frequency of our couplings. I don't think he would have believed me if I had revealed the multiple times we impregnated each other. However, I did say that we were going out later and would be together again tonight in bed.

"Is he that good that you'd go back?" he wondered.

"You have no idea how skilled he is or how amazing his house is," I revealed. "This is a guy who is very easy to spend time with. He's smart, funny, has his own house, collects art (so we have a lot in common), and he's gotta terrific body."

"Details!" my friend insisted.

"Perhaps, later. I'm surprised you don't remember him from the bar."

"Uh, I was a little preoccupied."

"So I noticed," I laughed. "And where are you going with him tonight?"

"We'll probably hit one or more of the gay bars, and then head out early for some hot sex at his place. You?"

"Dinner, then maybe out to a bar or two. Then, back to his place for more of what we did last night."

"For a novice, you really are getting into it," he laughed.

"Once you find what you like, you have to keep working on it to get it perfected."

"Yeah, I'm sure," he concluded sarcastically.

Over dinner, John suggested that we hit one of the bars that was having a "hottest man" contest. "There are four categories. One is for the hottest twink or what they call the hottest guy under 30. The next category is the hottest couple, which means two guys who live together or two guys who are currently fucking, but don't live together. The third category is the hottest daddy or the hottest man over 40. And the final category is the hottest man, regardless of age. I think we should enter the couple's category and you definitely need to be entered in the hottest man contest."

"That's a little much for a newbie like me to have that kind of exposure," I worried.

"The voters will all be gay men. No one is gonna care. Besides, each category winner gets $100, with the hottest man getting $250. Come on, Adam. It'll be fun!"

"Are we supposed to just strut our stuff and get ogled by a bunch of horny men?"

"Well, the theme is beach wear. Do you still have the swimwear that you got from your only photo shoot?" I nodded. "That'll be perfect. Do you have sandals or thongs for your feet?" Again, I nodded. "A shirt is optional, of course, but with your amazing body, I'd suggest it be one that you can wear open. That's what I'm going to do."

"So we circulate, letting other men check us out, and hoping to get their votes. Right?" John nodded.

"I'm sure some of them will try to check out the merchandise, but you just slap their hands away. But, don't deck them like you did the photographer," he laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I can be good."

"And the emcee is gonna be a drag queen, who'll tell some jokes, ask our opinion about a couple of subjects, and then the votes will be tallied. You okay with that?"

I sighed and nodded reluctantly. I knew this was what John wanted to do and I didn't see any reason for me not to participate. Even if someone from my job revealed my participation, my boss loved my work and wouldn't care. It wasn't like I was parading nude in the streets and getting my black ass arrested.

"The voting ends just before midnight," John added. "They can start voting at 10 p.m., or they can wait until all the candidates have been introduced. We have to be there no later than 10 p.m. That gives us another couple of hours to get dressed and look pretty," he laughed. "And because you look so good, I'm going to suggest that we look even better, by doing a workout with weights at my place before we shower and dress for the occasion. I'll take you back to your place, so you can retrieve your `evening' wear," he cackled.

John paid for dinner over my protests, but there was nothing I could do about it. In his car, I told him that I could pay my own way. He ignored me. "I don't need a sugar daddy!" I blustered.

"If you think that means me, you're totally wrong," John replied smoothly. "I invited you to dinner, so I pay. It's as simple as that."

"Okay, so how about tomorrow night? I'm taking YOU to dinner," I insisted.

"Works for me," he smiled impishly. "And afterwards, we'll go back to my place and we'll fuck like bunnies!"

"You're impossible," I sighed.

"Thank you," he said sweetly.

I showed him around my small apartment, found the swimwear and sandals I'd stashed in the small closet. As I turned to leave the bedroom, he asked, "Do you have any kind of a beach or Hawaiian shirt you could put with those swim trunks?" I turned back to the closet and dragged out a camp shirt that fit me like a glove. "Yeah, that'll do nicely."

"But, it's a rag," I protested.

"Wear it unbuttoned, then," he countered. "Or hold it in one hand, flipped over your shoulder casually. That'll show off your magnificent body without appearing to be flaunting it. Trust me on this. I've been to a lot of photo shoots and I know how they like to drape the men in swimwear."

I shrugged, knowing I wasn't going to win this discussion.

Back at his "estate," we shed our clothes and worked out for nearly an hour. Well, that's not entirely accurate. We spent an hour in his exercise room, but fucked each other and ate a lot of ass. However, our bodies were pumped and we looked damned good.

At the bar, we signed up for the competitions. The person handling the paperwork assured us that we'd win the couple's competition unless some late arrivals changed his opinion, but he didn't see much chance of that. And he assured me that I'd win the hottest man. He said that as his eyes feasted on my scantily clad crotch. I made my dick jump just to see his reaction. I thought he was going to have a stroke! "Pretty nice, isn't it?" John whispered as he brushed his hand over my barely hidden dick. His touch made my dick jerk and begin expanding.

I slapped his hand away. "That's gotta be off-limits or we'll both get arrested," I croaked.

"But, you'll win," the bar employee drooled.

Neither of us wanted anything alcoholic in order to keep our wits about us. The bar began filling up in earnest by 11 p.m. We met several of the other competitors. All competitors wore a string necklace that dangled a number, so that voters could decide who they liked for each group. The competition was gracious and helpful, having done this before. And every one of them stated that we would easily win the couple's category.

We continued making the rounds, making sure that everyone knew who we were. The color of the tag on the necklace designated which grouping we were in. Consequently, I wore two of the strings with tags. John and I sized up the competition and felt confident. Other competitors told us that sometimes it didn't matter who was the hottest. A few times, the voting had been swayed by many of the friends of one of the guys. So he won, instead of the hottest guy.

By 11:45, all the ballots had been handed out. There was a small raised area that had been cleared of tables and chairs for us to stand, so the crowd could see us. The first group up was the young men. A drag queen asked a few questions of them and sent them on their way. The five couples were next. Two of the other couples were handsome, but their beach wear was not flattering. We were asked questions about our marital status, so that the patrons would know if we were married or just fucking. John answered for us. He said, "Dating, and loving every inch of it, I mean every minute of it." That got enormous laughed and applause. I know I blushed deeply.

The "daddies" group included some men old enough to be pensioners, but they were still in good shape and good looking. The swim wear looked good on all of them. One daddy had a beautiful goatee, sparkling, blue eyes and a sweet body. His ass looked delicious. I started to bone up just looking at him. Gratefully, I was off the stage when that happened.

The last group included those who were competing for hottest man. I walked up and turned around. I flipped the shirt over my shoulder and stood there with six other men. Some of them tried to strike a pose, but they just looked silly. I smiled, but tried to maintain a semi-serious façade. The drag queen asked each of us leading, sexually provocative question, each one different. When I was asked my question, "Just how big is that magnificent bulge in your shorts when it's happy?", my brain nearly shut down.

But, I finally thought of something that would get more votes. "A gentleman never answers a question such as that," I sniffed, "even if it is from a lady." Groans and boos erupted from the masses. I held my hand up to silence them. "However, as I'm no gentleman and you're definitely no lady, I feel duty bound to answer the question." Laughter and applause filled the room.

When the room grew quiet again, and I was about to speak, John blurted out, "Ten of the thickest, darkest inches of pleasure I've ever enjoyed!" That brought the house down. I stood and smiled, nodding to the truth.

"Okay, boys and girls, mark you ballots and put them in the kettle for each of the groups," our drag emcee directed. A few minutes passed. "If your ballot isn't in now, it won't be counted," she announced. She grabbed one of the kettles and started counting. Three other bar employees emptied the other cauldrons and began counting. We stood nervously, wondering if we'd win. John patted my ass and assured me that we'd do very well.

The emcee mounted the stage again five minutes later. "The winner of the younger hottest man contest is number 4! Come on up here, Honey!" A nice looking young man strutted up to the stage and took a bow. She handed him a $100 bill, kissed him on the cheek, patted his ass, and pushed him off the stage. She was handed another slip of paper with a number on it. "The winner of the couple's contest is 9 and 10!" That was us! We rushed to the stage. She greeted us with kisses on the cheeks and pinches on our butts. She handed us two $50 bills to split and sent us on our way. Another paper was pushed into her hand. "The winner of the hottest daddy contest is number 22!" The handsome daddy that I thought should win bounded on to the stage, took a bow, kissed her on the lips, and swatted her ass. "Oh, kinky! Honey likie!" She handed him the $100 and he left the stage.

"And now, the hottest man winner! Sorry, boys, but this one was no contest. The clear winner is number 9!" I was surprised, but not very surprised. It felt good to win. I stood next to her, towering over her, even though she had on platform heels and a hairdo that added nearly a foot of additional height. "You are so amazing!" She gushed. "Such a perfect body, beautiful skin, a criminally handsome face, and a hard, round ass that begs to be adored." She rubbed her hand over my swim suit protected ass. "And your boyfriend already told us about your most astonishing attribute." The crowd laughed. "Was he telling the truth?"

I blushed deeply. "Yes, he WAS!" John shouted. I had to laugh along with everyone else.

"And here's your money for being such a good sport and being the hottest man in town!" she giggled. She pushed each $50 bill into the front of my swimsuit and copped a feel with each bill. By the time the last bill was pushed in, I'd thickened noticeably and gained two inches in length. "Thanks for competing," she moaned, giving my dick one last squeeze. She followed that with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass. "And congratulations."

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