Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 16:02:59 +0000 From: Kevin Mason Subject: Devon Meets Greg All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18, or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Gay / Interracial / Authoritarian: oral, anal, M/M - - - - - Devon Meets Greg I had been fantasizing about having sex with a man for a few years. I was 22 years old when it finally happened, whilst on a business trip to London. I was glad I did it, because it turned me into the cock-sucking bottom I am today. I spent an hour or so in a gay bar, trying to look cool. No one seemed interested, so I finished my drink and was about to leave when Devon approached me. He was a tall, burly black man in his early 40s, with a neatly trimmed goatee. We talked over drinks for an hour or so, and then he invited me back to his place. I wasn't completely sure I wanted to go - I had never been with a man before. I had read about how large a black man's endowment could be, and Devon did look like his was packing a monster. "Come back to my place and have some fun, blondie," he said in a whisper. "I'll fill your mouth with cock and stretch your arsehole until it pops." I was hooked, and quickly finished off my drink. Once inside his flat, which was small and tastefully decorated, Devon showed me his real self. He slapped me across the face, real hard, and pushed me onto the sofa. He removed his belt and began hitting me with it. "I'm going to make you my fuckin' bitch, blondie," he snapped. "And I'm gonna teach you NOT to pick up men in bars. So, get ready to become my bitch-boy!" I jumped up and tried to make a dash for the door. He caught me and pinned my arm behind my back. "If you so much as call out, or make a break for it, I'll cut off your bollocks," he snapped. My heart was in my mouth, he was serious. I had no idea what I had got myself into. Devon pulled out a knife and pointed it in my direction. "Get naked, bitch," he said. "And then get down on your fuckin' knees, you worthless piece of shit!" I did as I was told. He put the knife down and said that he was going to do whatever he liked to my white-boy arse, and that I had no say in the matter. If I thought about going to the police, he would deny everything and play the race card - rich white man sets up poor black man. The liberal newspapers would lap it up. My picture would be on the front page. He undressed as he spoke. And I really liked what I saw. "I like to use skinny white boys, like you," he said. "So, you're going to be my bitch-boy tonight, and if you fuck up, you'll regret it more than you will ever know." With that, he hit my bare arse and herded me into the bedroom. His arms and shoulders were incredibly huge, as was his six-pack and uncut cock. He was smooth and muscular, and his hairless ball-sac was massive. His cock was the biggest I had seen, but then, I hadn't seen that many black cocks. He stood right in front of me and smiled. "Now, I want you to open your mouth, wimp. Real wide." He inserted his growing cock into my mouth; and instinctively, I sucked on its length until it was fully erect. His swollen cock-head was dripping pre-cum, and his ball-sac was tightening up. He began fucking my face, and I gagged. He then leaned back and slapped my face again. "I don't like my bitches gagging, boy," he snapped. "So, I'm gonna have to punish your skinny arse." He ordered me to bend over a chair. Foolishly, I resisted and got kneed in the bollocks for my troubles. "Silly boy," he sighed. "Your my bitch now, Greg. You do as your told. There's no going back now. So, get use to it." Devon forced me down on the bed, on my stomach, and squeezed my glowing arse-cheeks. He pressed his hard-standing cock against my anus. I instinctively pushed down, trying to resist. He told me, in a soft spoken voice, to relax and let him in. "No! Please don't," I pleaded. "I'm still a virgin, an anal virgin." He pushed down hard, as his cock-head entered my anus and stretched my sphincter. He then forced his stem, inch by inch, into my arsehole. The pain was incredible. My eyes began to tear up as I begged him to stop. My grunts and groans seemed to excite him as I began to cry. Before long, Devon's cock was all the way inside me. I didn't know how much more I could take as he fucked my brains out. Suddenly, he switched me to doggy style. It was then, with him pounding away, that I called out for more. We fucked for an hour or more in different positions. My arsehole was bloody and spent, and still he wasn't done. After doing me doggy style again, he said that he was going to shoot his load. He told me that he was going to plant his seed in my white-boy arse. He sped up the fucking, before letting loose a tidal wave of spunk. It was hot and plentiful. He stayed hard for a long, long time. And I passed out sometime later. In the morning, and after a few telephone calls, I was introduced to Devon's like-minded friends. They all wanted a piece of my white-boy arse, so I stayed in the flat for almost a week.