I met Christian last year. He is a friend of friends. Slightly older than myself, of Caribbean descent, 6’2”, slender, salt & pepper moustache, a very successful lawyer. He was quite distinguished and an impeccable dresser. I couldn’t help but notice the sizable bulge in his slacks.
The attraction was instant. Our very first exchange never spoke of sex specifically, but at times when we were alone, away from the crowd, we certainly flirted and he put his hand on my ass.
We met a few more times, always with other people, but the heat between us continued to grow.
By the fifth time we met, he asked for my cell number and I knew we’d be hooking up sometime soon. The sexual energy between us became so noticeable, even our friends were making suggestive comments. When I did give him my number, I did divulge I wear a cage on my cock which intrigued him even more.
Christian insisted that night that he knew from the moment he met me he knew I wore a cage and had me pegged as a submissive faggot. I was impressed, but then again, true Alphas seem to detect this about me almost instantly. He asked about my Keyholder and told him about Jace.
Well readers, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that the very same evening I gave up my number, I arrived home from our outing with friends to a dick pic, hard and standing tall, a Black masterpiece. “Come over”, the text read, “Come get this.”
When I was provided an address, it made sense it was in a very exclusive part of town. I parked in the driveway and Christian was already at his open door, shirtless and in boxers waiting for me. I should say, I did take a few minutes to prep myself for our sexy time, and had only worn skimpy shorts and tennis shoes as it was quite warm outside.
I stepped inside. Christian closed the door and finally, our lips met and all those months of build up and excitement created one of the hottest make out sessions I’d ever had. It was electric and I melted to his touch. When he explored my naked chest with his hands and when his fingers twisted, pulled, and rubbed my hyper sensitive nipples, my cock leaked like a faucet.
Christian took me to his bedroom and I watched him undress. His cock was beautifully hard, and looked even larger in-person. It curved at an angle about four inches from the base and made a hard left with the remaining five inches. His entire cock was as dark as the rest of him. His big balls were hairless and sat in a silky sac.
Christian joined me in his bed and we began to make out once again, only this time it was my hands exploding his developed body and my fist wrapped around his shaft.
I asked Christian for permission to suck his cock, and my own cock is leaking right now remembering how special it felt in my mouth. I must have spent more than thirty minutes nursing on it, suckling his balls, finding the best angle to take it down my throat. I could have spent all night cocksucking. It was glorious. I loved looking up at Christian as he luxuriated in his bliss. His eyes closed and his head looked up toward the ceiling or our eyes would meet and he’d watch me go after it. I did all the work, willingly, and his job was to lay there and enjoy.
Christian pushed me off him and said I should take to the floor and get on my knees. This time, I opened wide, his hands planted on the sides or back of my head as he pumped deep inside my throat. I relaxed my neck and I became a bobblehead for his personal use. I don’t remember producing so much throat goo in a long time, and it was dripping wildly in clear strands down my bearded face, down my neck, on my chest, on the floor. This went on for another 15-20 minutes. I loved every second of it, especially when his cock was all the way in and he held my head tight for seconds at a time as my eyes burned and began to tear. That’s what I love, a man that takes what he needs from his bottom, and Christian was all about it.
He had me lay on my back, head hanging from the edge of the mattress, and attacked my throat in this position. Deepthroating him this way was a challenge, but he gave me some poppers and worked my tits and that seemed to work well.
He was saying throughout how he loved to play with white boys. He loved the contrast of our skin, which I hear a lot. He especially loved that I keep myself pretty smooth, which turned him on.
I thought Christian was gonna dump a load down my throat as I was getting gobs of precum, but he had amazing stamina and control.
He flipped me over, told me told my legs up and since his cock was seriously soaked with my own slime, he aimed it at my entrance and pushed deep inside. I shouted like a wounded animal, it was deep, and the curve of his penis was giving me some slight discomfort. Christian held his cock inside me as we both felt my hole spasm around it, and when that stopped, he was slow and gentle, easing his pace to something much more enjoyable. He leaned in for a kiss and I wrapped my arms around his back. It was sweet.
When Christian asked I wanted him to cum up my ass I became very excited. He had me get on my knees, my head on a pillow so my ass was up. One hand gripped my shoulder while the other wrapped around my waist, and Christian fucked me with the reckless abandon I know he needed, and I definitely wanted. Once again, the pent up energy between us was manifesting in this frenetic fucking, and when I felt Christian’s cock grow slightly harder and his grunts turned into deep guttural growls, I knew he was close. My bowels burned inside from the white hot intensity of his load filling me up. Christian’s orgasm lasted longer than most and I could feel his cock jumping wildly inside me. I relaxed my ass to let him have it anyway he needed and when he calmed down, I clamped down on it and squeezed out what was left in his balls.
Christian collapsed on my back and I felt his sweaty chest and his heart beating wildly. When his breathing returned to normal, he pulled out and laid next to me. He said it was better than his fantasies and that he hadn’t cum in almost a month!
We kissed and cuddled for a bit before I went home. I used his load as lube and took out a toy and rode it until I orgasmed, thick white ropes oozed out of me covering the cage, my fingers and my balls. I licked my fingers clean and finally fell asleep.
