Date: Sat, 04 May 2002 13:22:05 -0600
From: matt giff <giffmatt@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Man's Wintry Surprise

Disclaimer: This story contains material for mature adults.  So, if you are
not 18 years of age or older, or if this type of story content is not legal
in your state, read no further.

Having just turned twenty-four years old, I could not have been happier
with the way things were going.  I had graduated from a Boston area college
a year and a half earlier; got a job I liked very much; and was living just
outside the city where I could be close to my girlfriend, who was still in
school in the city; and close to a group of friends I had developed while
in school.  My life was pretty routine during the week as it involved work
all day, a stop at the gym every evening for a couple of hours on the way
out of the city, and getting back to my apartment just in time to get ready
for the next day. In fact, my only enjoyment during the week was the gym.

I had been going to the fitness center for about a year now, and my efforts
were starting to pay off.  I stand just shy of 6 feet, weigh about 170, and
have succeeded in developing a seriously toned and defined body - not a
muscle head, just a real nice blend of neck, arms, pecs, and abs to
complement an already well developed ass and set of legs that showed what
years of soccer in high school and college do over time.  The body was
finally catching up with my very decent facial qualities, making me quite a
hottie according to my girlfriend.  Even though she told me she noticed
that my work at the gym was making a difference in my appearance, she said
she still liked my curly dirty blond hair best of all.  I kept it a little
too long for someone in an accounting office, but I had noticed that I got
lots of looks from both women and some men in the office - so maybe it was
alright after all.

One February afternoon snowy weather caused a slightly earlier than usual
closing of the office.  I was happy because I figured the early release
gave me more time at the gym.  The gym was still pretty packed when I got
there, making me think maybe the snowstorm would not be as bad as
predicted. Anyway, I got into my routine and did not pay attention to the
fact that people were leaving.  Actually, only an hour after I got there,
the place was almost empty.

Marc, a gym regular like myself said, "Chris, I suggest you take a look
outside."

When I did, I could not believe how much it had snowed in only an hour.
Now I was worried about the ride home.  Once outside, I realized that my
worries were well founded.  Marc came over to help me clear my car of the
snow, and he asked how far I had to go.  I told him about fifteen miles.

Marc laughed and said, "Good luck, dude.  If you were in an SUV, no
problem, but not in that thing.  You're welcome to crash at my place, which
is only a couple of miles from here.  We should be able to make it there
with no problem in my Explorer."

I realized he was right about my going anywhere in this weather in my car.
So, even though I just knew him from seeing him at the gym, I agreed to his
offer.  We left my car in the lot and climbed into Marc's.  I felt a little
strange accepting his offer, but I knew I had no choice.  And even though
he pretty much kept to himself, he had always been friendly and helpful
when I saw him.  Marc was a black guy, I guessed around twenty-five or so.
He looked as though he had been toning and defining his body for years.  He
was one of those guys who everyone noticed when he walked by, not only
because of his great looking face, but also because of his incredible body.
He stood about six foot two, weighed about 185 I guessed, and appeared to
have a great upper body as well as perfect legs.  At the gym he wore
T-shirts which provided a pretty good image of what was underneath.  His
loose shorts showed that he paid equal attention to leg development.  His
light chocolate skin was hairless, at least what showed of it.

Marc was someone I had noticed the first time I saw him.  As the months
passed, I still found myself looking at him when he walked by.  There were
some pretty good looking bodies walking around that gym, including my own.
But, I think Marc was probably the most remarkable, at least to me.  When I
looked at him, I tried not to let it be obvious to him or anyone else.
And, even though I had always been interested in girls, I felt an unusual
attraction to this guy, and I was not sure why.

Going the couple of miles to Marc's place was a challenge, even in his SUV.
The weather really sucked, and I was glad I had said yes to his offer.  His
condo complex was a pretty pricey place, and his unit looked as though he
had had it professionally decorated.  But, he told me he did it himself.
Once inside, Marc played the role of gracious host, showed me the extra
bedroom, the bath, and got us both a beer and something to eat right away.
I used his phone to call my girlfriend, and gave her his number, as my cell
battery was low.  She told me she would spend the night at the dorm, and
she'd call me later.

Then I joined Marc in his living room and we talked about a whole bunch of
stuff while we downed a few brews.  Seeing Marc outside of the gym setting
seemed strange, and if anything, I was even more taken by his physical
attractiveness.  As I talked with him, I couldn't figure out why, but I
felt aroused by the sight of such a great looking guy.  It was a strange
feeling, different from the stirrings I felt when I glanced at him in the
gym.  I was not sure if he sensed what was going on in my mind as I both
conversed with him and scrutinized his body with my eyes.

After about an hour, Marc said he was going to hit the shower, and told me
to feel free to use the guest bath if I wished.  We both showered, and I
got back into the living room in boxers and T-shirt just as Marc came out
of the kitchen with two more beers.  He did notice the expression on my
face when I first saw him as he came into the room with only boxers on.

He smiled and asked, "Do you like what you see?"

I told him his gym work had certainly been worthwhile.  What I did not tell
him was that I had a strange stirring in my stomach as my eyes settled on
his beautiful upper body, with its beautifully defined pecs and abs and
broad shoulders.  He had just a few dark spots of hair on his chest.  He
was like a black god.  I had only seen him with a T-shirt on in the past,
and now what I saw was even more masculine and sexier than I had imagined.

Marc thanked me for my compliment, and then asked, "Are you sure this is
all you want to see of me, Chris?  I mean, the way you have been looking at
me tonight and the way you have been stealing glances at me at the gym make
me wonder."

I was taken back by this and couldn't find words to respond.  I finally
came back with a weak, "I just think you do a great job at keeping yourself
in shape, that's all."  But Marc ignored this as he approached me, handing
me my beer.

"Look Chris, I just have the feeling that even though you have a
girlfriend, you also have a lingering interest in me as a guy.  Like, I
think what you really also want to see is this."  And, with that he slipped
a hand under the elastic of his boxers and slid them down his thighs, and
they dropped to the floor.  My heart raced as my eyes took in Marc's
semi-hard, very black, very thick, eight-inch cock.  Again, I was lost for
words.  I stuttered something, but before anything intelligent came out,
Marc had moved his cock directly in front of my face.  He put down his beer
and placed both hands gently on the back of my head, pulling my face into
his hardening rod.  I let it happen without resisting.  I allowed him to
gyrate and gently grind his balls and cock into my face, feeling it harden
as he moved it over my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then to my parted lips.

It seemed insane to me when almost mechanically, but also passionately I
took his swelled shaft into my mouth, moistening it and sucking it.  I put
my own beer down on the table next to me, and using both hands, placed them
on his perfectly formed buttocks, pulling him deeper into my mouth.  I
gagged for a moment, and I tried to pull away, but Marc pushed in deeper.
He was now fucking my mouth, and thrusting himself in deeply using his hips
and hands to force himself into me.  Tears formed in my eyes, but as I
adjusted to the motion, my throat seemed to open and let him in deeper.
Now, I began to move my hands up his back and then down his legs, feeling
the highly defined muscles there.  I realized now that my own 7 incher was
as hard as a rock and sticking out the leg of my boxers.

I couldn't believe any of this was happening, but I knew it was among the
hottest sexual experiences I had ever had.  Marc began moaning with
pleasure, and I thought he was getting close to cumming.  But, suddenly he
pulled out.

"Let's move this into my bedroom, and take off your clothes," he said.
With that he turned and led me into the bedroom.  I shed my clothes as Marc
lay on the bed.

He looked at me, smiled broadly and said, "I hoped I would get you in here
sooner or later.  Now, get that pretty white face back into my crotch, you
suck like you've done it all your life."  Without a word I got into a 69
position with Marc, but he pushed my cock away.

"Do a good job and we'll see what else happens.  I think we have a ways to
go before this night is done." And then, he pushed my head toward his cock.

 I went down on him and sucked and massaged his cock while using one hand
to explore his hard chest, nips, and abs.  My own cock was aching for
attention. Marc was thrusting himself into me and pushing down on my head
with his hands when the phone rang.  I figured he would let it ring, but I
was wrong.  He took one hand from my head and answered it, sounding not a
bit like he was getting a blow job from a horny white dude.

"Hello.  Oh, hi Julie, Chris is still in the shower.  I can have him call
you."

My eyes widened with the realization that it was my girlfriend.  I tried to
pull off, but Marc held my head down and thrust into my mouth even more
excitedly.  He also continued to talk to Julie about the weather, and how
fast conditions had gone sour.  As he talked he pumped my mouth furiously.
I could not believe that he could talk calmly while he was face fucking me,
and I was sucking him with a passion.  Soon I felt his entire beautiful
body stiffen and he shot his juices deep into my throat and down my
esophagus.  I could taste him and feel his warm fluids as they coursed down
into my stomach.  In a moment, he surprised me again.  He sat up, pulling
his beautiful black rod from my mouth.  I looked up at his smiling face
with cum dripping from my lips and down my chin.

"Oh Julie, here's Chris now." I heard Marc say.  Stunned, I looked at the
phone as he handed it to me with a handsome smile.

As I took the phone, I noticed cum still leaking from his throbbing cock.
It was strange, but I wanted to suck him again right then because I was so
taken with him. I tried to grab some composure and sound normal to Julie.
I guess it worked, but I was preoccupied looking at Marc while I talked.
Julie told me she would stay in the dorm and call me later or in the
morning.

"I can't believe you did that," I said to Marc.  First you cum in my mouth
while you are talking to my girlfriend, and then you hand me the phone with
your jizz dripping from my lips.  I just can't believe you did that.

"You wanted to suck me dude, so that's part of the price. And, just so you
know for the future, I never pull out when I cum.  You suck me, you swallow
me.  But, I fuckin loved talking with Julie while her boyfriend was doin
his duty as my cocksucker.  I bet she is as hot as you are.  I bet she
loves your hard white body.  Well, now she has to share it with me.  Marc
looked again into my eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of his.

I did not like being referred to as his "cocksucker", but I said nothing
because I knew that is exactly what I had just done.  What the hell did he
mean about the future.  Did he think this was going to become a regular
thing in the future.  I was confused.  My head was spinning with thoughts.
My thoughts were interrupted by Marc.

"Chris, do us a favor and get our beers.  Then I want you to jack yourself
while I watch."

I mechanically obeyed and heard Marc say, "What a hot white stud I got
myself tonight." as I left the room.

When I returned with the beers, I lay next to Marc so I could jack both him
and me at the same time.  He thought that would be better.  Seeing him
lying there naked re-excited me.  I told him I needed to lube his cock so I
could jack him.  He smiled and said to do it.  Again, I was in heaven as I
placed my mouth over his black pole, lubing it with a mixture of his cum
and my saliva.  Then I lay there and slowly jacked the both of us.  He
caressed my body as I did this, touching my chest, abs, running his hand
through my hair.  This served to excite me all the more.  I was ready to
cum first, but Marc told me to wait til he was ready.  I did, and finally,
we both shot.

"Lick my cum off your hand and out of my crotch, then lick your cum off
your other hand," Marc ordered.  I looked at him, puzzled.  But I did as he
said.  It gave me a chance to have my mouth and face near his still
throbbing monster.  As I did my duty, I made sure I licked the base of his
cock and rubbed my face against his body as much as I could.

"Now Chris, just lie back and relax.  I want to explore your beautiful
white body."

With this said, Marc rolled onto me and began to kiss me more passionately
than I had ever been kissed.  I felt his cock harden against mine.  I had
never experienced a guy naked on me before, and this felt incredible.  As
he kissed me, Marc took a moment to moisten two of his fingers which he
then used to massage my hole as he continued to kiss, explore, and touch me
with his other hand.  I felt more aroused than I ever had.  He moved down
my body, and when he got to my cock, he spit on it and then slowly jacked
it while still fingering me with his other hand.  As I was moaning in
ecstasy and getting close to cumming again, Marc placed both of his hands
on my ankles and pushed them forward so they were at my shoulders.  He had
me pinned so I couldn't move.  My ass as exposed to my black god.  He then
set about rimming my excited hole, alternately tonguing it and fingering
it.  But suddenly to my horror, he knelt and positioned his now hugely
swelled cock at my hole.  The black monster was poised at the opening and
Marc lubed it with his own saliva.

My eyes widened in fear and I yelled, "Marc you can't do that!  I have
never been fucked.  I don't want you to fuck me!  I don't want anyone to
fuck me!  Please Marc, no!"

"Chris, I am going to make you completely mine.  You know you want this,
and so do I.  I won't lie.  It will hurt a little at first, but then you
will love it.  I promise, you will."

I stared at the beautiful black man who had so excited me that I had done
things I never dreamt I would.  He smiled and I said nothing.  He was
right, I knew it.  I screamed as I felt his cock plunge into my virgin
hole.  I struggled to get free, but to no avail.  He stopped and held
still, and I could feel tears running out of my eyes as my hole seemed to
adjust to its black visitor.  I looked at Marc and knew I had passed a
milestone in my life.  I knew that I was now totally subservient to this
beautiful stud who had the tip of his cock in my ass.  I wondered what this
meant, would mean.  I looked at my own cock and noticed that it was totally
engorged and throbbing.  Then the final thrust, all the way so that I felt
him deep inside of me with his balls resting on my ass cheeks.  The pain
shot through me, but it was mixed with pleasure.  Marc let go of my legs,
bent over me and kissed me passionately.  He wispered in my face.

"First your mouth and now your wonderfully tight ass.  Your body is mine,
Chris.  Whenever you fuck Julie you will think of me fucking you."  He
smiled and kissed me long and hard.

Then he began fucking me.  The first time he fucked me that night, he
seemed to hold back, move in and out with some caution.  Later however, his
intense lust and passion were evident as he pumped me furiously.  I watched
the sweat bead on his muscles and drip onto me.  My ass ached tremendously.
He was right, that night my body was his.

Chris fucked me repeatedly, and I liked it more and more.  I was exhausted
and confused and totally taken with the beautiful black stud I lay next to.


First time at this. Comments welcome: giffmatt@hotmail.com