Dad invited me to his annual work cook out Saturday. I didn’t want to go until he mentioned who was coming. As a twenty-one old, closeted gay guy, I was perpetually horny. Even so, I had limited experience with other men as I’m sure picky. But when Dad mentioned who was coming, I decided I could make time.
Ever since I was a teenager, I was fascinated by his coworker Steven. Steven was a brilliant piece of black man sexiness. From his light caramel colored skin to his big brown eyes to his five o’clock shadow to his giant feet, everything about him got me hard. I would be lying if I said the reason I was going to the cookout was to scope him out yet again. Even though I had planned on going out Saturday night, I made time for the cookout. If anything, being around Steven for a couple hours would make me even more horny so whomever I hooked up with that night after the club would be thankful. So, I showered, trimmed, douched, spritzed and headed to my folk’s.
I arrived in my Uber and did the social butterfly thing with his friends. Everyone was always nice and treated me well so, even though it may have sounded like this would be torture without Steven, it wasn’t. But the truth is, the main reason I showed up was to see Steven. It didn’t take long to find him as he stood out as the tallest person there. And while most everyone is tall compared to my five-foot six self, his six-foot four-inch frame stood out in a crowd of WASPS. I made my way, not too casually, over in his direction.
Ever since I met him almost ten years ago, Steven was exceptionally nice to me. I felt as if there was something between us – a commonality as it were. I chalked it up to me being hot for him – there was many a time I jacked off to him at night. Maybe that was it? I don’t know.
“Bobby!” I heard his baritone voice say.
“Hey Steven” I replied with a smile.
“You the cook tonight, I hear?”
“I’m just here for the refreshments” I replied, holding up a beer.
“You old enough to drink?” he asked.
“I am this year!” I replied honestly. He smiled.
“You’ve grown up so fast” he said with a smile. “Good to see you again.”
“Same here” I said with a grin. I looked him up and down brazenly. His arms and legs were perfection. I wondered what the rest of him looked like under that shirt and those shorts. I felt my already plumped dick swell thinking about it. Even though I’m a shorter guy, God blessed me with a big dick. Not just big for my size, but an honest to God eight-inch, thick, white boy cock. And while that’s a good size, it looked even bigger on my smaller frame. That, in conjunction of my tight shorts, kept me at notice that this is my Dad’s party – I didn’t want to be too inappropriate. But I did notice Steven take a quick up and down look at me as well. Which didn’t’ help my dick-in-tight-shorts situation.
Throughout the night, more people arrived. And I must admit, I was having a good time. Good enough to forget about the actual time and, before long, it was 10:30 at night and I was four beers deep. As people started to leave, I started to help my Dad clean up.
“It always amazes me how people can just be so messy” I heard Steven say behind me. I turned to see him with a trash bag, tossing trash into it.
“Yeah, well. Some people are like that” I replied. “Thanks for the help, though.”
“You’re welcome” he said.
By 11PM we were done cleaning up the outside and my folks were in the kitchen. I stumbled in, after having another beer, and told them I was Ubering home. Steven was in there are well.
“Bobby. I can take you home” he offered. “No sense of spending money on Uber – I going that direction anyway.”
“Great. Thanks. I’ll see you guys later” I told my folks as I headed towards Steven’s car.
I got in and closed the door while I watched him say his goodbyes to my folks. The smell of the inside of his car turned me on even more. It smelled like Steven, which is to say it smelled great. He got in and we back out of the driveway and pulled away.
“What cologne is that?” I asked.
“Some Armani – I can’t remember which” he replied.
“Well, it smells amazing!” He laughed. “You’ve had one beer too many, my man.”
I smiled. Maybe I did, but this wasn’t the alcohol talking, it was my cock, which I had to try to hide as it was hard and down the side of my already tight shorts. I saw him checking it out from his periphery more than once, which made me even more excited. We drove mostly in silence until he pulled into my place.
“There ya’ go, my man” he said. “Looks like a nice place.”
“It’s OK. Want to come in a see it?” I asked, the double entendre not escaping him.
“Sure.” He put the car in park, and we went inside.
“Living room, kitchen, bathroom” I said, pointing. “And where the magic happens, the bedroom!”
He laughed. “The magic, huh?”
“Well, I suppose it could happen anywhere. Depending on the situation.” I admitted. “I’m thirsty. I think I’ll get some water. Want some?”
“Sure” he said, following me into the kitchen. He stood close to me as I handed him his bottle of water, I could almost feel the heat radiating off him. Having him in my place, this close to me, was the start of so many of my alone, late night fantasizes. My cock was so hard now that I could feel the precum on my thigh. I was wondering what the next move was when he reached out and grabbed my hard cock, squeezing it slightly. I moaned, his big hand meeting my big piece of meat.
He bent down and we locked lips, his stubble like sandpaper on my mouth, his tongue massive and warm, probing my mouth. I returned the favor for several second before I pulled away and started pulling up his shirt, which he removed quickly. His dark skin glistened in the kitchen light. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling a few hairs on an otherwise smooth torso. His nipples were dark and erect, so I latched on to one of them like a hungry baby. He groaned and I nibbled on it roughly. I kissed his chest down to his flat stomach, where my lips were met with a mass of dark, coarse hair. My cock pumped out more precum as I unbuttoned his shorts. As the fell to the ground, I was met by his white briefs trying to keep his black cock at bay.
I ran my hands up his hairy legs, looped my finger in his waist band and gently pulled them down. Each in exposed more hair until, finally, his entire bush was visible. Steven wasn’t a trimmer – he was all natural! Finally, the base of his cock became visible. I leaned in and licked it, causing him to push my head down faster – I guess he was impatient! I pulled his cock out, and it bounced to attention.
“Yes” I hissed as I pulled his briefs down to his knees, his dick standing at attention revealing his big hairy balls. I pulled them into my mouth, rolling one around then the other, as his cock rested on my cheek. But that cock is what I wanted more. I pulled back, his nut popping out of my mouth audibly. I grabbed his long dick and put that mushroom head in my mouth, licked the head, then shoved it down the back of my throat. He gasped as I pound my face into his wiry bush time and time again, lubing his dick with my saliva. After a couple minutes, I pulled off and stood up.
“I want you to fuck me” I pleaded.
“Hell yeah!” he replied.
I led him to the couch, pushed him down and took off my shirt. He ran his hands over my chest, seeming to relish in my soft chest hair. He pinched my nipples, causing my body to shiver. But he didn’t spend much time there – his attention was soon drawn to my wet bulge. He expertly opened my shorts and pulled them down. My dick plopped out, finally free form its cage. His eyes widened.
“That’s a big dick!” he growled. He grabbed the base of slowly squeezed it, pulling towards the head. Cum drooled out like a leaking faucet. “I never thought you’d be this big! And that precum – fuck me!” he said.
“No. Fuck me!” I replied, pushing him back on the couch. I straddled him, my cock resting on his stomach.
“I need some daddy dick!” I told him as I placed his head against my pucker. It felt bigger than it did in my mouth, but I didn’t care. I milked my cock of a load of precum, lube his cock with it, rubbed it around my hole, and lowered myself onto him.
My curved cock spilled out more precum as his big mushroom head penetrated my hole. I inhaled, taking it in, trying to relax. As I sat down on his black monster, each inch seemed to press out more precum. By the time I felt his bush on my ass cheeks, I had a river of precum pouring down his left side of his stomach. Fully inside me, I focused on his face, leaning down and kissing him. As I leaned down, his cock pressed against my insides more, causing my body to quiver. He pushed himself up inside me fully as I screamed into this mouth, my own cock pressed between out hairy stomachs.
He grabbed my ass and started fucking me like I wanted. I cried and screamed with my mouth still locked on his. He picked up the pace as I sat back, taking every single inch of him possible. I leaned back, bracing myself on his hairy thighs and started bouncing on him, my hard cock slapping against his stomach, throwing precum everywhere.
He met my drops with thrusts, his balls bouncing up and hitting my ass.
“Fuck me daddy!” I cried as I stopped dropping on him, bracing myself on his sweaty chest, allowing him to pound me. Which he did. Without mercy. He held my hips and pounded his big black cock into my ass. His breath increased as did my whimpering. My hole never took so much abuse but it’s what I wanted. I wanted him inside me for years. All the times I fingered myself while I jacked off thinking of this moment didn’t compare – not even close.
I looked down and his chest was coated in sweat and my precum. His caramel color skin, which I so lusted after for years and years, coated in wetness, having up and down as his breathing increased.
“Damn Steve….” I said, trying to concentrate on not blowing my load too soon.
“Fuck Bobby. You’re a tight boy!”
“Fuck yeah. Seems like you want that tight white ass, dontcha’?” I muttered.
“For years man. I wanted that ass for years!” he screamed as he plowed deep into me with each word.
“Fuck daddy. Fuck this boy’s ass!”
I leaned back off his chest, grinding his cock deep inside me, squeezing it with my ass.
“I’m so close daddy!” I said. Being the expert he is, he reached around, grabbed my natural lube, and grabbed my cock. I gasped.
“Let’s cum together, my man!” he said as he started fucking me again while stroking my cock at the same time.
“Daddy!” I screamed, trying to push away his hand from my cock. “No daddy, you first” I muttered but it was too late.
I started to cum. And cum. And cum.
“Fuck yeah man…Fuuuuuuck!” he screamed as pulled his cock out blasting my ass and back with his own cum. It was almost as much of a turn on as the actual fuck session: me unloading a massive amount of white liquid on his stomach and him, unloading his white liquid all over my back. What I lacked in forced I made up for in volume and what he lacked in volume he made up in force as I felt a few shots land on my shoulders. He held on to both our cocks as we finished our session. He pounded his wet cock on my ass as he slapped my wet cock on his stomach, splattering cum everywhere. I reached out to brace myself on his chest and couldn’t find a dry spot. Steven was covered, chin to stomach, in cum.
“Shit. You always cum like that?” he asked, stroking my hyper-sensitive cock.
“Yeah. Always” I admitted honestly.
“Fuck man. If I’d known that….” he started.
“Well, there’s always tomorrow morning!” I offered, standing up, feeling his cum run down my back.
“Is that an offer?” he asked.
“A promise. But you’re buying breakfast. Oh, and let’s not say anything to my dad.”
“Deal!”
