Date: Wed, 08 May 2002 06:48:33 -0600
From: matt giff <giffmatt@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Man's Wintry Surprise, part 3

Disclaimer: The contents of this story are adult oriented, so if you are
not 18 years of age or older, or if it is illegal for you to read this
material in your state, read no further.

Black Man's Wintry Surprise, Part 3

I had not seen Marc for over a week since our first overnight get together.
I had intentionally skipped my regular stops at the gym because I was so
completely confused over what had happened and how I felt about it.  But
during this time, I realized a couple of things.  First, Marc was
absolutely right when he told me that every time I fucked Julie, I would
think about sucking him and getting fucked by him.  I had the image of his
handsome face with those perfect white teeth smiling at me as he plunged
his black monster slowly into my waiting hole.  I could not shake it.
Fortunately, I was constantly horny, so I am sure Julie noticed nothing.
Another recurring thought was of sucking his rigid thick black cock.  I
played over and over the thought of sliding my mouth back and forth on his
throbbing pole, and of his stiffening his perfectly muscular body as he
came in my mouth.  The second thing I realized during this week away from
the gym was that Marc was also right about another thing he had said.  He
told me he thought I was hopelessly hooked on being his faggot.  In fact, I
was finding that was true.  That's all I had thought about, letting him use
me, letting him tell me what to do.  But, I knew that I had to have some
control over this.  He couldn't just spring things on me as he had with
Alana and use me to help satisfy her desires to be fucked by a white stud.
I had to let Marc know that he could tell me what to do within reason.

With that resolve, I set off for the gym on that beautiful April afternoon,
a far cry from the stormy day that linked us ten days earlier.  I figured I
would do my workout, say hi to Marc if we crossed paths, and go home as I
had always done.  Maybe Marc and I would get together again, but that would
depend upon what the relationship would be.  Each time my mind thought of
his perfectly sculpted, smooth, black body with the incredibly handsome
face, the perfect smile, I found my resolve melting.  But, I knew I had to
be strong about this.

As I entered the gym, I pursued my usual routine, and was partly relieved
to see that Marc was not in sight.  I was about a third of the way through
my workout when I saw him emerge from the locker room.  He must have
arrived earlier than usual, and showered early as a result.  From the
corner of my eye, I watched him talk with a couple of the gym chicks who
always stopped to talk with the handsome black god.  Then he turned and
started out again, seeing me at the incline bench.  He waved, looked like
he was about to come my way but turned suddenly to talk with another
regular, Derek.

Derek was also black, but not medium black like Marc.  Derek was coal black
with an absolutely incredibly muscled body.  I had heard that he had won
several competitions, and it was clear why he had.  From his hairless head
to his feet, he was one perfectly developed muscle group after the next.
He stood about six foot two and probably weighed 240 of solid muscle.
Unlike Marc, Derek lacked the facial beauty that would have made him win
many more competitions I thought.  I had never talked to him, he seemed
kind of distant toward me, I didn't think he cared for me much.  Anyway,
that was cool, I kept my distance.  As he and Marc talked, I saw them
smiling and nodding, and they both glanced my way and stared for just a
second.  Derek nodded, and their conversation was at an end.  Then Marc did
make his way over to me.  His seemed to glide rather than walk.  Lots of
the regulars stole glances of the handsome black stud as he gracefully made
his way toward me.  I realized again why Marc had had such an easy time in
his conquest of me.  I felt myself getting excited as he approached.

"Hey Dude, thought we had lost you.  I was getting worried.  In fact, I was
going to call you once I got home today.  Wanted to see if you could get
together with me later this afternoon or early evening.  Will that work for
you?"

Seeing him up close now, and hearing him had my heart and cock going.  I
couldn't believe it was happening again.  "Actually, just been real busy at
work.  Tax time you know.  But, I guess I could stop by when I get done
here.  What did you have in mind?"

The perfect white teeth showed, and that was my answer.  "Just figured we
could chill, talk, whatever."

"Cool, be there in about an hour.  Want to grab a bite to eat somewhere?"

Again, Marc smiled.  "Sure, or maybe you can eat something I cook up."

"Cool, see you in an hour."

As he left I watched his shoulder muscles ripple, and I admired how his
broad back muscles tapered to his thin waist, and his muscled calfs that
carried him away from me.

Marc's condo looked totally different not covered with snow.  It seemed
like a different place, and soon I realized that with the coming of the
warm weather came another change that I would have to adjust to as long as
I stay associated with Marc.

Wearing only a pair of jeans, Marc answered the door and let me in.  Seeing
the smooth dark skin of his hairless upper body with the perfect chest, the
strong shoulders and bulging biceps melted much of the resolve I had to
change things when I pushed the doorbell.

"Hey dude!  Good to see ya, come in.  You know Derek from the gym I think."
And, Marc motioned toward Derek, who was sitting on the sofa where I gave
the first blow job of my life to Marc.  I was stunned to see him there, and
it probably showed on my face.  He must have left right after he and Marc
talked.

"Hey Derek!", I said.  He returned the greeting with kind of a grunt, just
seeming to stare at me.  I was immediately worried and suspicious that
something not so good was about to happen.  But it was too late to do
anything about that.

"Chris, glad you could make it.  But, actually with Derek here, my original
plans have changed a little.  You see, Derek knows about you being my white
faggot and all.  And, since I kind of owe him a favor, I hope you won't
mind if he watches while we do our thing.  I didn't think you would mind."

I stammered, "Marc, I don't know what to .I mean I just didn't think you
would say anything to anyone.  I can't believe this I guess is what I am
trying to say."

While I stuttered through my response, Marc unbuttoned his jeans and let
them drop to the floor, exposing the rest of his incredibly beautiful black
body.  He stepped out of his jeans, moved toward me and simply said, "Relax
already dude.  Derek is cool.
  Our secret is safe.  I have wanted to do this with you for over a week
now.  This cock of mine has been waiting for you."  I watched in awe as
this naked black beauty made his way toward me.  He knew that this would
work with me.  He knew that opening the door without his shirt on, that
dropping his pants, all of this would totally disarm me, and it did.  With
this, he put his arms around me, pushing his hardened cock into my crotch,
and he kissed me deep and passionately.  Instinctively, I wrapped my hands
around his naked body feeling the well developed back muscles, the
beautiful ass, and forgot about any reluctance I had just had.  I felt my
cock respond instantly.  Marc hooked his hands under my athletic shirt,
sliding it up and removing it.  Then he slid down my shorts and underwear.
Now I was naked also except for my beat up loafers which I kicked off.
Marc stepped back, looking at me and then reached out and squeezed my
nipples.  Then he slowly ran his hands through my hair, over my shoulders,
across my chest and then down my sides to my waist.  Taking my cock and
balls in his hands and while squeezing with one hand, he stroked me for
several wonderful moments with the other.

Next, Marc placed his hands on my head and pushing it downward so that I
was on my knees at his cock. He rubbed his crotch in my face, causing it to
rub against my eyes and nose and then over the mouth.  He turned slightly
so Derek could get a full view of the action.  From the corner of my eye I
could see Derek with kind of a smirk on his face.  But, also I noticed that
he was rubbing his crotch which was definitely bulging now.  He had also
removed his shirt revealing an incredible upper body, much more defined
than mine or even Marc's.  Marc took his now completely rigid cock and
played it across my lips.  I opened to greet it and take it in.  I was in
heaven again as I grasped his beautiful ass and pulled him forward.

"Whoa there champ!  It's not polite for the host not to share.  I think
Derek here would probably be real happy to have you taste his black poker.
From what I've heard, it's like the rest of him....real big!  What do you
say Derek, do you want a turn at my faggot here?"  With these words, my
eyes bulged as I still had Marc solidly in my mouth.  Now, Marc held my
head on his cock, preventing my expected protest.

" I would love a turn at your cute white faggot."

"Well Chris, I have to share.  Derek, take Chris here into the guest
bedroom with my blessing."

Marc pulled out and left me kneeling there.  Derek moved in quickly
grabbing me by my long sandy hair and was almost dragging me, but I managed
to get on my feet.
   "Marc, what's goin on? I don't want to do this guy. I came here for you,
not him."  Marc stood there in his naked beauty as Derek roughly dragged me
through the door into the bedroom.  Once inside the bedroom, Derek let go
of my hair, told me to stand still and let him look me over.  I protested
again that Marc made an error.  Without a word, Derek threw a lightning
fast right fist right into my gut.  I doubled over in a flash of heated
pain.

"Marc didn't make any mistake faggot.  Now is this gonna be easy or hard?
Stand up pretty boy while I take in your pretty white body up close."  I
straightened up holding my stomach.  At this point, Derek removed his
shorts revealing an enormously thick and incredibly black penis that had to
be eight or nine inches semi-hard.  Even though his personality repulsed
me, I felt my cock stirring at the sight of this massively muscular body
builder in front of me.  Derek noticed my cock and said, "See, Marc didn't
make a mistake."

"Derek, I have only done this once with Marc.  I don't think I can do it
with you and make you feel good.  I don't think my hole could take you, and
I know you want more than a blow job."

"Dude, your hole will take whatever I decide to put in there, so don't
worry about that.  You know, as I look at you I understand why all the
chicks at the gym love you.  You are their pretty white boy.  You've got
the buff body, a real cute face to go with it, and the long, sandy hair
that they all love.  And , what's more, you know it, so you strut around
there like a real hot stud.  They all talk about gettin into your pants.
They all want to do you.  Well, I'll admit that your body is more than
decent.  You have worked on the right areas.  And, your face is also real
cute.  So you really are the hot dude they say you are.  Except for one
thing man.  You are a total cocksucking white pussy.  You are the gym
faggot and no one knows yet.  They would all shit if they knew you and I
were in this room and you were getting hard watching my body and my black
club.  They would shit again if they saw you take this monster up the ass
and be loving it, which will happen in just a few minutes.  You know what
dude, you disgust me.  You act like a hot stud for all the chicks and you
are nothing more than a cocksucking faggot who can't keep his mouth off big
black cocks.  Get on your knees cocksucker.  It's time for the first
course."

I hesitated but when Derek stepped toward me, I sank to my knees.  He
smiled and said: "I knew you would pussy.  And look, your own cock is
thinking for itself.  It looks pretty good for a white one.  Well don't
worry, I won't even allow you to touch yourself dude.  This is all about me
tonight."

He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head into his wiry pubic hairs.  He
ground around his monster on my face and then said: "Ready Chris, your wish
is about to come true".  With that, he pointed his enormously thick, nine
to ten inch black cock at my mouth and pushed on my lips.  Mechanically, I
opened and stretched to get around the very hard and very fat rod.  Derek
could not have cared less about his size.
  Instead, he rammed his enormous cock deep into my throat causing some
serious gagging and tears in my eyes.  Instinctively, I raised my hands and
grasped the monster and started stroking it as he pumped in and out.  My
own cock was now totally hard, aching for attention.  Derek moved his hands
to my shoulders and enjoyed as I serviced his cock, placing my hands on his
muscled ass to pull him in more.  He started to moan, and I knew he was
about to cum, and strangely, I wanted to suck him dry to feel his cum fill
my mouth and insides.  But, Derek had other ideas.  Just as he was about to
shoot, he pulled out and shot a huge load of milky cum all over my sandy
hair, matting it down with sticky cum.  He laughed telling me he thought
the chicks would really love that.  I moved my hand to my head but he
prevented me from touching it.

"Leave it faggot.  You deserve to wear it for everyone to see and smell.
You are nothing more than a pathetic pussy.  Now that he was satisfied that
he had humiliated me, he said: "Now for Prince Charming's ass stretch.
Marc may have done you a couple of times, but I assure you Chris, this will
really be memorable.  Lie on your back while I get up a full head of
steam."  He stroked himself for a moment, and reached into his shorts and
took out some lube.

"I may seem crazy to you, but I will be a gentle bastard this time.  This
time, you get lube, next time, just your saliva."

With that he positioned himself at my crotch, rubbed his black monster
against my cock, which really set me off.  He looked me in the eyes and
said: " Chris, I am gonna love fuckin you for a whole bunch of reasons.
First, you really are a hot bodied, cute white boy.  Second, you and I will
always know that I am your master after Marc.  And third, I think I could
really get into having your smooth, muscular body be my cock's parking
place from time to time." Holding my feet to either side of my head, he
leaned onto me slowly and gave me a passionate kiss that I did not think he
was capable of.
  I could feel gentle pressure at my hole, but his kiss, his probing
tongue, the feel of his hard muscles against my body made me want him in
me. His hard body pressed against my aching cock, and it felt awesome as he
moved.  He continued to kiss, more and more passionately.  I put my arms
around his massive back and kissed back hard.  Without warning, he popped
his massive head through my opening.  I shuddered in pain, but he stopped
and kept the kissing going.

Now in, he inched inward stretching my sphincter muscles.  It hurt like
hell, but he did it slowly.  I felt myself stretching, I felt his massive
cock entering me ever so slowly.  When he was about half way in, he waited
for what seemed like minutes, working me with the kisses, rubbing his body
against mine.  Then, almost violently, he thrust forward sending all nine
plus inches deep inside of me.  I screamed and he held still.  I could feel
his steel tube lodged within me.  It hurt like hell and felt incredible at
the same time.  Then, Derek fucked my ass like I never thought possible.
His black cannon plunging in and out repeatedly, faster and faster.  He was
still locked onto my lips, kissing deeply.  The feel of his hard muscles
and of the weight of his body on me was incredible.  As he hit my prostate
over and over, and as his muscles created friction on my own cock, I felt
myself about to cum.  I did not want it to end.  Derek lifted himself off
the floor and lay stiff across my body as he came deep in my ass.
Simultaneously, I felt my own cock erupt between our sweating bodies.  I
felt his hot cum entering inside me somewhere deep.  It was the most erotic
experience I had ever had.

After several moments of lying on me.  He got up, wiped his sweat off
himself with a towel and said: "Dude, you are definitely a pussy faggot.
But, that was one of the best fucks I have ever had.  Don't you worry, Marc
still owes me a couple.  You and I will see one another again.  Oh, by the
way, get your ass into the shower. I have a surprise for your sorry white
faggot ass."

I got off the bed barely able to walk as I adjusted to a totally stretched
asshole.  Once in the shower, Derek said: "Sit on the floor of the shower
and close your eyes and do not move."  I did all of this thinking he was
going to cold shower me to get rid of the cum in my hair.  Instead, I was
stunned and shocked at what he did next.

"I know the chicks will notice your new cum hairdo...maybe they'll be able
to place your new aftershave."  With that he held his black hose and pissed
all over me.  I felt it on my face first, the warm urine shower.  The he
directed the stream onto my chest, into my crotch and then my legs.

"Now dude, get dressed and leave.  No cleaning up."

Totally stunned, I got up, grabbed my clothes, looked at Marc on the way
out, and left.  As I drove home in my car with cum in my hair, and piss all
over my body, I wondered to myself why I still loved the experience.

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