Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 18:42:53 -0400 From: Christian Gartrip Subject: The Gentleman, Ben (Part 1) The Gentleman, Ben By: Christian Xavier Gartrip (christianxgartrip@gmail.com) I assume it's a "southern thing," but like most of my friends, I've spent all my adult life quietly lusting after black cock... but always from a distance. Over the years I've passed on a number of black men and have often regretted it. But at 40, I've become less concerned with "appearances" and am now completely open to pursuing whomever I find interesting... which brings me to this past Memorial Day weekend. My plans for a trip to the beach had fallen through when my buddy broke his ankle, so I spent that Saturday night in search of some weekend reading, but (as always) with an eye open for something more. After a few minutes of browsing the latest fiction releases, I noticed a tall, dark figure hovering just to my left. "I'm afraid that one is a bit overrated," came a soft but masculine voice. "Really? That's too bad," I said as I turned to stare into the face of this very distinguished dark-skinned gentleman. "I liked his last book a lot." "Well this one is not that different, which is the problem of course. It's too predictable," he said as his muscled 6-foot frame drifted ever so slightly into my "comfort zone." "I see," I said. The gentleman extended his hand, "I'm Ben," he said, revealing a strong handshake and a warm, sexy smile. As I introduced myself, Ben stepped back and seemed to give me a good once-over with a set of intense, dark eyes peaking out from behind a pair of tortoise-shell glasses. His ebony skin, shaved head, and carefully groomed goatee were set-off by a starched white oxford cloth shirt and a pair dark khaki trousers, neatly pressed with a sharp crease running down the front of each leg. His black loafers were freshly polished, and his left wrist was adorned with a tasteful tank watch and a gold rope bracelet. As we spoke, I begin to smell his citrus scented cologne, which is my favorite. His appearance was tailored, but casual, and he exuded confidence and panache. He was definitely older than I, at least 50, but he was also one of the sexiest men I'd ever met. "How about some coffee?" he asked. Before I could answer, he had already turned away and was moving toward the coffee bar in the back corner of the store. "My treat." "Damn," I thought to myself. Had it finally happened? Was I on the verge of satisfying my longest, strongest obsession? Did this hot, dark stud really just offer to buy me coffee? Yes, and I was ready for so much more. All he had to do now was ask! As we sat across from each other, sipping our coffee, I couldn't help but think about how much of a contrast we must have been to everyone around us (assuming they even noticed us at all). Aside from the obvious, I have always been a bit on the boyish, casual side. On that particular night, I was dressed in a pair of old khaki shorts, braided belt, a simple blue t-shirt, and a pair of well-worn sandals. As I mentioned, I'm 40, but I've always been able to pass for much younger, thanks to my youthful features, wavy brown hair, and a thin, 5'7" frame. I work with college students, so I guess their level of maturity (or lack there of) tends to affect my appearance and manner. We chatted just long enough for Ben, a hospital business consultant, to tell me that he was in town from Atlanta on business. His assumption that I was gay was revealed when he asked me if I had a boyfriend. "No" was the answer, and it seemed to please him. He said he was staying in the hotel across the street and invited me to his room for drink that was "a little stronger." Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity to spend some time in his hotel room with the hope that I might finally have a chance to get my lips on a nice dark cock. Despite my appearance, I've always been a top. The guys I date are usually surprised to find out how much I love to fuck, but most are receptive and usually come back for more. When they're not, well, I give a great blowjob too. And that was what I couldn't wait to do for Ben. Having never sucked on a black dick, I was salivating at the thought of going down on Ben's hard cock. What would it taste like? How big was it? I had no idea, but after walking with him into the lobby, it took everything I had to keep from reaching over and squeezing his healthy-looking crotch while we waited for the elevator. A couple of minutes later we were standing in his hotel room. By now the anticipation of getting a chance to blow this hot guy's cock was starting to take effect on my own rod. My crotch started to tighten up a bit as I watched him move around the room, dimming the lights and quietly pulling the drapes. Instead of offering me a beer or a soda, he came up behind me and pressed his chest against my back and gently pushed forward his hips. I could feel his cock, semi-hard, pushing into my ass. He wrapped his arms around my chest, rubbed my stomach, and buried his face in my neck. "How about we get a little more comfortable and get you out of these clothes," he said. As he spoke, he reached down and unbuckled my belt, and unfastened my shorts. My khakis dropped to floor, and Ben let out a sigh as he pushed his large, firm hands under my t-shirt and quickly lifted it over my head and then off in one simple movement. "That's better, huh?" I managed a "yeah" or something equally lame as I playfully pressed my naked, round ass hard against his crotch and bent forward slightly. I looked up and saw my thin, exposed body in the large mirror that hung strategically above a low bureau. Ben pulled away and looked down at my ass and rubbed his hands across my butt cheeks. "Oh yeah man, you certainly have a nice tight little ass there buddy. Ben's gonna have some fun with that!" Uh, what the hell? Nobody's fucked my ass in over 20 years, and damned if this guy was going to get inside of me. Black or not, no dick was going to penetrate me tonight. Not wanting to appear rude, I played it cool and smiled and stood up and turned around to face Ben. He grinned and reached down for his belt. "You want to suck my black cock, don't you? I know what you want. You want some of this." Ben unzipped his trousers and reached inside and pulled out a gorgeous dark, veiny steel rod. He grabbed it at the base and pointed it in my direction. The nearly 8 inches of coal black flesh caused me to gasp then salivate as I thought about chewing on its large purple head and then slowing letting it slide down my cock-hungry throat. Ben let his trousers drop down to his knees. He stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and pointed his beefy cock in my direction. "Get down here and suck on this," he said with a voice that seemed a little more forceful than before. Anxious quench my 20 year thirst, I dropped to my knees and let his sexy black cock enter my mouth. I sucked hard and opened the back of my throat and took in the full length of his massive black pole. "Slow down boy! We got all night," he grinned. But then he reached up and placed both of his hands on the back of my head and pulled me even closer, sending his cock ever deeper into my throat. I was in heaven. My first black cock, and damn was it tasty! Then suddenly he ripped his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me, "You never sucked a black cock before, have you? Huh? Have you?" Again, his voice was more intense, and his gentlemanly smile had suddenly turning a bit more ominous. The sound of his voice scared me a little, but it excited me too. My cock grew harder, and Ben's grip on my head grew tighter. "Answer me, boy!" "No sir. Never." I looked down at his slick shiny cock and craved it like a new crack addict. I needed this cock, and I needed it badly! "Damn, a virgin! Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Ain't nothing I like better than breakin' in a new piece of white ass." Ben stood up and stepped out of his trousers and lifted his left leg and placed in on the bed. His large black sac dangled above me, holding two massive nuts just waiting to be licked. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. Ben dropped his balls on my extended tongue and rubbed his cock across my face. "Yeah, suck on Ben's balls... clean those babies up," he commanded. I sucked hard on his nut sac as he continued to drag his hard pole across my face. "Damn, you are one hungry little fucker, aren't you?" Ben then dropped his white oxford on the floor next to me. I reached up and ran my hand across his firm belly and slowly worked my way up to his bulging pecs. Ben then grabbed his cock and shoved it back in my mouth and barked again, "Suck on that! Suck on Big Ben's black cock." I grinned to myself at Ben's sudden burst of vocal machismo, and then opened up and let Ben slide his pole back into my hungry mouth. His massive balls slapped my chin as he pumped his hips onto my face, first slowly, and then gradually, harder and faster. "Yeah, that's it... suck on that dick... SUCK BEN'S COCK... yeah, you love that stuff, huh? Damn, Damn. You are one hot little cock whore, huh?" Ben kept pumping his rod deep down my throat. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Deeper. His big black pole seemed to thicken as he rode my face. And yes, he was right; I was one hot little cock whore. I loved this big black dick... I wanted it all! I reached down, instinctively, almost without thought, and grabbed my own 6 inches and slowly jerked my aching hard-on. I started to yearn for him to shoot his wad and felt myself to be on the verge of tasting my first load of a black man's jizz. Then suddenly out of nowhere, "Big Ben" whipped his cock out of my mouth, grabbed my arm, and jerked me to my feet. A sense of shame and fear rushed through my body as Ben leaned forward and barked into my ear, "I didn't say you could do that. Did I say you could play with your little faggy clit? Huh? HUH? This ain't about you boy. We ain't here to watch you diddle that little thing. This is about me!" What! The! Fuck!? He pushed me back and shoved me (face first) onto the bed. He placed his hand firmly between my shoulder blades and then reached back with an open hand and slapped my ass hard, "WHACK" and again "WHACK" and then again and again and again "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!" I wanted to run like hell, naked if I had to, out of the room. I wanted to get the hell out there, but he had me pinned, and my legs felt as if they were buried in concrete. Big Ben leaned in, "ain't nothing I like better than a nice piece of tight white pussy, and for now, yours will do just fine. You can fight if you like, but you won't win, so you might as well just hold on and let me do my thing. You got that pussyboy?" I couldn't speak. "I said, YOU GOT THAT, PUSSYBOY?" I wanted to scream back, "NO," but at this point I feared for my life. And yet, as much as I hated this, I couldn't help but notice that my cock had a different idea all together. My hard-on was pressed firmly against my stomach, and a thin string of precum was oozing out of its head and dribbling down the shaft. Did I like this? Did I want this? Did I really want this angry man to rape my ass with that hot, black cock? "ANSWER ME BOY!" Ben bent down and scooped up his belt and swung it wildly in the air and then landed it hard on the back of my leg. "THWACK! THWACK!" The belt kept coming lash after lash. My legs and ass were aching and my whole body was now twitching and shaking as he continued his assault on my tender flesh. "THWACK THWACK THWACK!" Ben stopped his assault and dropped the belt, laying it across my back. He pressed his black sweaty chest down onto my pale white shoulder and whispered in my ear, "you want it don't you boy? You wanna be my pussy, don't you? Big Ben's gonna fuck that faggot pussy hard and you gonna like it... ain't you boy.... Ain't you?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes SIR! Please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. FUCK MY PUSSY. PLEASE FUCK MY WHITE FAGGOT PUSSY... PLEASE!" I didn't really mean it. I didn't! But at that point I just needed to get the hell out of there, and I needed him to stop whipping my ass. "Get up faggot. Get up and lick my ass." Beaten, sore, humiliated, and ashamed I started to move to where he wanted me, but Big Ben was quicker. He snatched the belt and quickly wrapped it around my wrists and secured my arms behind my back. "I ain't stupid," he said. "Now get down on your knees where you belong." I dropped to my knees, hands tied tightly behind my back, and stared down at the carpet. Big Ben walked over to the bedside table and opened a drawer. When he returned he grabbed the back of my head and forced it down on the floor. My ass was aimed high in air, and he wasted no time squeezing out a large mess of lube all over my tight asshole. "Gotta get that nasty thing wet. I like a tight fuck... but I don't like a dry one," he said with a menacing laugh as he shoved his index finger, unceremoniously, up inside my freshly greased hole. "DAMN, that is one TIGHT little piece. Damn!" Ben continued plugging away without much regard for the intense pain I was feeling. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck that pussy... raw!" He mumbled to himself, almost as if I was no longer in the room. After I was sufficiently "wet," Ben made another trip to the bedside table drawer and returned with a large butt plug. "Oh god, no, please, no." My pleas went unnoticed and unanswered. He placed the rubber object against my "pussy" and pushed it quickly inside with one swift shove. "AAAAARRRGHHH," I screamed, and I meant it. Damn, that thing really hurt, I instinctively tightened up and push back. "WHACK... WHACK... WHACK." The sounds of another beating filled the air, and the intense pain in my asshole was replaced by the pain of my burning flesh as Ben's large, powerful hand came down hard on my reddened ass again and again. "Look Bitch, I suggest you be still and let Ben put this thing up your cunt, 'cause I won't think twice about whipping you all night if I have to. Now be still, or I'll REALLY give you something to cry about. You got that? Huh? You GOT that?" "Yes sir." Once the plug was firmly in place and my "cunt" was sufficiently stuffed, Big Ben came around and grabbed the back of my neck and lifted my head up from the floor and placed it on the bed. "Now you're gonna give Big Ben's asshole a nice cleaning. Stick out that tongue faggot, and get to work." Ben bent over the bed and lifted his leg. He reached around and grabbed my head and pulled me forward. He forced his sweaty, musky butt up against my mouth and twisted his hips down so that my tongue was allowed to push into his asshole. His dark black ass reeked of sweat and butt juice. I forced my tongue into his hole and moved it in and out, cleaning his shitter of the day's grime. The musky smell was intense as it drifted into my nostrils and sent my head spinning with a drug-like high. My own cock, basically ignored all evening, was rock hard and practically shooting a full load of precum, which was now dripping all over my thighs. I wanted so badly to release the load that was building up in my groin, but my hands were still tied behind my back. Even if they weren't, by now, I knew better anyway, so I tried to forget about the raging rod between my legs and instead focused on cleaning Ben's filthy, grimy ass as he forced it onto my tongue and mouth. "Yeah, clean that nasty ass." Ben squatted further and forced my tongue deeper into his chute. "Damn, you are one nasty little cunt," Ben moaned. "You like that shit, damn. You like eating this nigga's ass... Oh god, yeah, fuck my ass with that tongue... yeah, lick that NASTY ASS!" Big Ben seemed to really enjoy the rectal tongue bath that he demanded. After a few minutes, he climbed up on the bed, doggy style and hung his muscled black ass off the edge and demanded that I continue licking and cleaning his dark hole. "Damn bitch, I think we found your true callin'. You are a natural born ass-licker! Yeah, keep it up bitch. Lick that ass... LICK IT!" Ben continued to grind his hips and force his shithole down onto my tongue. After a long tongue bath, Big Ben rolled over and grabbed his cock, "NOW SUCK MY DICK, FAGGOT!" Ben grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his big black pole. I sucked fast and hard... I loved this black man's cock! Damn. The pain and the humiliation of my earlier beating was finally beginning to subside as I went to work on his hot 8-inch stick of black beef. I opened the back of my throat and swallowed his dark pole down to the base, then tightened my cheeks and sucked hard. "Oh yeah, bitch... I can tell you are loving this shit, huh? Yeah, you like Ben's hot pole don'tcha faggot?" Ben answered his own questions, and he continued to fuck my mouth hard, "Ah yeah, get that black shit wet boy, get it wet, cause Big Ben gonna rip up that tight cunt you got there... oh yeah, suck it faggot, suck that cock!" My eyes must have popped open a bit at that, because Ben laughed and stared down at my cock-choked face, "yeah, you better get ready, bitch. Big Ben ain't messing around with this shit. I need me some hot pink pussy, and there ain't shit you can do about it...hahaha! Now get to work and SUCK THAT DICK BOY... SUCK IT!" The pleasure I got from sucking on my first black cock was quickly interrupted soon after when ripped his gorgeous dick out of my mouth and stood up to walk around behind my kneeling, aching body. "Enough of this foreplay shit, I'm ready for some PUSSY!" "No, please, just let me suck..." "WHACK! Shut up bitch... this ain't about you... I done told you this is about MY black cock rippin' up YOUR stinkin' white cunt... Now get up from there and get ready for the best fuckin' you will ever have!" Ben grabbed me under my arms and lifted me to my feet, and then he placed his hands between my shoulders and pushed my torso and face back down on the mattress. "Spread those leg and show me that cunt, boy. Oh yeah, there it is, now THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Big Ben gripped my thighs with his large black hands and pulled apart my shaking legs as far as they would go. The rubber plug was still buried deep in my ass, and the pain was once again starting to make itself present. "Now don't move, bitch... don't you fuckin' move!" He grabbed the knotted belt that still held my hands tightly behind me and checked it to verify that it was still secure. My constant squirming had loosened it a bit, and I sensed that maybe I could free myself and maybe convince him to let me go home. But before I could navigate my way out my bondage, he had removed my old braided leather belt from my shorts and tied it tightly around my wrists. He then removed his black leather crocodile belt and stepped back to admire his work. "That's nice... now make that pussy dance for Big Ben.... Come on bitch, move those hips and make that pussy dance!" "What do you mean? Please. Just let me..." "THWACK THWACK... Shut that mouth bitch, or I'll beat the skin of your ass... YOU GOT THAT BITCH?" "No, please..." "All right, bitch... THAT'S IT! I have fuckin' had it with your sorry ass!" Big Ben snatched up his red cotton briefs and dropped them on my aching butt then let loose a hot load of foul smelling piss all over my backside, soaking his shorts and then spraying it across my thighs and calves. He picked up the soaking wet cloth, leaned over and shoved it in my mouth. "Chew on that bitch and SHUT THE FUCK UP." As his hot, rank piss oozed from the shorts and trickled down my throat, I finally began to feel as if I had absolutely no hope left for freedom. Ben now seemed oblivious to my cries as he busied himself behind me. "Now let's get this thing out of there," he said as he ripped the plug from my ass and dropped it on the floor. "Damn look at that hole... Oh yeah, look at that hot, nasty hole! Now DANCE!" Unable to move, much less dance, I just stayed in place, eyes closed, praying for a miracle. None came, but Big Ben's patience was finally shot. He picked up his belt and swung it in the air, landing it again and again and again on my exposed ass. "THWACKTHWACKTHWACKTWACKTHWACK." There was no miracle for me, and no more words from Big Ben. My resistance had finally pushed him past his breaking point. The room was now a silent chamber of horrors. The methodical swooshing of his belt and the steady crashing of it against my ass were the only sounds I could hear. Big Ben just stood there silently as he whipped my backside so hard that I almost passed out from the pain. I closed my tear-filled eyes and bit down hard on his piss-soaked briefs, almost choking on the bitter liquid that filled my mouth and throat. "THWACK...THWACK...THWACK!!!" The intense pain had now morphed into numbness. I heard the whipping, but I felt nothing. Then, suddenly, it stopped. Big Ben took the bottle of lube and shoved the top of the bottle into my asshole and squeezed a large amount of it into my gut. I felt the cold gooey liquid as it coated the inside of my rectum. He then squeezed another blob of it on my asshole, which dripped down my inner thighs. Bound, gagged, and now coated inside and out with fuck gel, I felt like a goose being readied for a good stuffing. "I like a wet cunt," I head him say without emotion. Ben's cock head found its way to my asshole. He put his hands on my hips, gripped my pale flesh and suddenly thrust his whole body forward. His massive black cock flew past my sphincter and landed deep inside my gut. God, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. Ben froze for a second and then slowly moved his hips in a circular pattern, driving his thick rod even deeper. He let out a slight sigh, and then caught his breath. For almost 15 minutes, Ben pounded my ass with his cock. His rhythm was fast and furious, and he never once slowed down. Ben's hands held on to my hips as he drove his 8-inch rod into my ass over and over. He felt nothing for me now. I was just his "tight, white, cunt," a hole that existed for no other reason than to give pleasure to his black cock. I gave in. I surrendered. I was his slave. "AARRGH!! OH GOD OH GOD... tighten up that cunt bitch...yeah... Big Ben's gonna blow you out a nice big load of his hot spunk! I said squeeze it bitch... squeeze my cock!!" Then, bamm! Ben slammed into my ass one last time and let loose a huge load of his hot jizz. "Oh yeah, take that stuff bitch... take it!" Ben collapsed onto my back, and I could feel the sweat from his broad chest and pecs pour off of him as he pumped several load of cum deep into my bowels. "Damn... now that was hot." Ben pulled his cock from my ass and reached up and ripped his shorts from my mouth. "Clean it up bitch... suck it clean!" Ben grabbed my chin and forced his semi-hard stick into my mouth. "I want it clean... every inch." My master's piss found company with his jizz, the lube, and my own funky ass juices. It was vile, but all I could think about was how much I loved having this man's big, violent cock in my mouth. It belonged there, and now, my cunt belonged to Big Ben. "Roll over." Ben pulled his cock from my mouth and then shoved it back in as soon as I was on my back. "Keep cleaning." He reached down between my legs and shoved two of his fingers in my cunt and stretched open my hole. My master's spunk dripped onto the bedspread. He scooped up a handful and dribbled it on my rock hard cock. "You wanna play with your clit now, bitch? Well here's your chance." He reached under my torso and pulled at my bindings, finally freeing my hands. "Go ahead. I know you want to." With his cock still buried in my face, I reached down and grabbed my own rod and pulled hard a few times. In only a matter of seconds I blew a solid load all over my stomach and chest. Relief! Release! Ben seemed not to notice. He had pulled out of my mouth and now seemed more interested in how clean his cock was than in watching my own powerful orgasm. After that, I drifted a bit in and out of sleep until Ben slapped my face slightly to wake me up. "It's late. You should go home now." I looked up to see Ben smiling back at me. He was dressed in a peach colored polo shirt and jeans. He held out his hand and lifted me from the bed. "Want a beer?" "Uh, no... thank you though." My clothes were laying on the bed, folded as if they had just been laundered. I dressed quickly and quietly. Ben was now seated on the bureau drinking a glass of red wine, watching a TV news show playing on the other side of the room. "You were great. Really. Thanks so much for everything. I'd invite you to stay over, but I need to get up early and head over to the hospital. It's never a holiday at the sick house," he laughed. "Can I call you sometime maybe... you know... the next time I'm in town, perhaps?" I guess so... my number is..." "It's ok, I got it already." "Huh?" "Well, I mean, you're in the book. I looked it up while you were napping. I hope that's ok." "Yeah, fine... I mean, sure." Ben was now walking me to the door of his room. He reached for the handle and said, "I took the liberty of putting my card in your pocket. Call me if you're in Atlanta any time soon." He placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. I looked at him, and he winked, "Hot... really hot." "What the fuck?" I thought, as I walked gingerly through the hotel. I felt horrible. My whole body ached, and the sticky goo that coated my mouth, chest, cock, and ass made me uncomfortable as I hurried through the parking lot to my car. I reached into my back pocket to remove Ben's card so that I could toss it in the trash can, but when I pulled it out I was shocked to see that he had attached money to it with a paperclip: five one-hundred dollar bills! On the card, under his phone number, he had written just one word: "Hot!" The other thing I noticed: I suddenly had one massive hard-on.