Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 23:42:23 -0500
From: A. Iku <iku_iku227@aol.com>
Subject: Eric's Monster Gift

Eric or, The guy that I met at a Strip Club or, Birthday Sex or, Nigerian
Dick. The possibilities seem nearly endless for the title of this story,
but they all seem to work in describing this experience that I had not so
long ago. An experience that I had with an oh so very special guy, a guy
named Eric.

Well my experience, or relationship, with Eric actually happened this year.
But it began months earlier. And would you believe, I actually met the guy
in a strip club, of all places.

It was November of last year, 2013. My friends and I, a group of former
college dorm mates, all decided to meet up for a weekend of partying and
debauchery in Atlantic City... We were all newly graduates and needed to
blow off a little steam, after being out in the real world for a whole
year. And needless to say, we missed the good old days. The partying till
dawn. The drinking till we passed out. The waking up to random chicks in
our beds. We just missed it all, we missed each other. Though we weren't
actually a frat, we were still sort of a brotherhood; and we missed that.
We were all now spread all up and down the East coast, from Miami to
Atlanta, and DC, all the way up to Boston. So we all decided that it'd be
best to pick the most neutral of stomping grounds to party in, AC.

So one Friday evening, we all made our way to Atlantic City, and checked in
to the Caesars. And as some of you may know, the rooms there could run a
bit on the expensive side, especially last minute on a Friday night.  But
hey you only live once. So we ended up getting a room, with double beds.
Which was cool enough, seeing that there were only 6 of us, and we weren't
actually planning on spending too much time in the room. Well anyway,
before long, the partying began. The drinking, the gambling, the good old,
but not always so clean fun. We had a ball, literally 36 straight hours of
wild, crazy fun. And by Saturday night, early Sunday morning, we were
winding down and we found ourselves in a strip club.

It was 3am and we were beyond wasted, some more than others. I paced
myself, so I was still pretty ok, so I thought. I was just sitting back
enjoying the plethora of thick fat asses, and tits shaking and gyrating in
the neon lights, in what seemed in my state, like slow motion. But I don't
think they were. Honestly I had had a lot more than just a few drinks that
night. I was definitely way beyond wasted, among other things. But suddenly
it all went away. My haze was gone. My buzz seemed non existent, once he
started talking to me.

"Hey what's up? What's your name?" He said to me. I don't know how, but I
managed to respond.

"Shawn." I said through my haze, and the loud music.

"Want a dance Shawn?" He asked me. "It's on me." I still couldn't really
understand what he was saying, but before I knew it, he was signaling for
one of the girls to come over, and when she came, he put some money in her
G'string and led her over to my lap. After that it was all just a blur, a
hot sweaty, oily, glitter covered blur, as this girl, this stripper took
turns grinding and, rubbing and , humping and, licking on me and then on
this guy that had somehow come out of nowhere to facilitate this whole
thing. It was crazy, it was all so intense. Like some kind of trippy,
psychedelic public threesome, that if I didn't have the photographic
evidence to prove it, I wouldn't believe had happened. But it happened.

Then after the girl left us, I finally got to actually meet this stranger,
or my stripper fetching fairy god father.

"Hey Shawn, nice to meet you man. I'm Eric by the way." He screamed over
the music, as he reached out to shake my hand. But I couldn't hear him. So
he repeated himself, "I'm Eric. Nice to meet you Shawn." He said, as he
took my hand.

"Hey I'm Shawn too." I said, still flying higher than I thought.

"No, I'm Eric." He said. "Gimme your phone." I still could barely hear him
over the music but, somehow I registered the word "phone", so
instinctually, I reached in my pocket, pulled out my phone and handed it
over. Thinking back now, I don't know why I did that. Eric tells me, that I
was way more out of it than I really remember. He told me that, if he
wanted to he could've really taken advantage of me, robbed me, did anything
he wanted to me that night, and I wouldn't have been the wiser. But Eric
was definitely not that type of guy.

Well anyway, Eric took my phone, put his number in it, and put my number in
his, then he gave it back to me. And right then and there in the club, side
by side, asses still gyrating in our faces, we started texting back and
forth, like two highschool kids in a boring class. It was so weird, but we
actually had a pretty cool convo. In the time we sat there in that club, I
found out a lot about Eric. Like the fact that he was 38, that he used to
be in the army, but now works for some consulting firm in Philly. And also
he told me that he had once been married before, with two kids, but was now
in the process of getting a divorce. It was crazy how much we had talk
about, how much we learned about each other in just that short time in the
club. But before long it was 6am, the club was letting out, and we all had
to leave.  And finally in the light of new day, I was able to finally see
the face of the guy I had been texting all night.

Eric was a relatively good looking guy, handsome, but no model or
anything. Just a regular guy. But if you asked him, he'd say he thought he
was fucking gorgeous. He was about 6 ft, an inch or two shorter than
me. Brown eyes, dark cocoa skin, and a shaved head. He didn't look to have
a hair on him, from his neck up, except for some barely noticeable
eyebrows, that seemed to blend in with his dark skin. But he was good
looking all the same, smooth, handsome... It was pretty cold out, and he
was wearing one of those big down winter coats, so I couldn't really see
what his body looked like. But I could tell that whatever he had under that
coat was pretty fit, and definitely muscled.

As we left the club, Eric and I said our goodbyes, and promised to keep in
touch. And as my friends and I made it back to our hotel, to catch up on a
little sleep, before we all had to head out for our planes, trains and
buses home, I got a text from Eric : Hey, Shawn what's up Man? It was cool
meeting youand talking to you at the club tonight.... Had lots of
fun. Maybe we can link up someday when I get back to Philly, and you get
back to DC... or somewhere inbetween. But anyway it was cool meeting you.

I don't know why but, for some reason, that text sent me to sleep with a
smile on my face, and a boner hard enough to cut glass. And later on that
day we all headed home, back to the real world of nine to fives, bills, and
responsibility. But thanks to Eric, I'll never forget that weekend in AC.

Over the next couple of months, Eric and I actually stayed in touch. Hell,
we talked or communicated in some way, at least a few times a week. Whether
it be a text or phone call, an email, facebook, twitter. We stayed in
touch. And for the most part it was pretty innocent. I never led on that I
was interested in him, in that way, and neither did he. We were just
friends, platonic, and for the most part seemingly straight. To be honest,
if I don't tell you, most people would never even guess that I was into
dudes, but I guess somehow Eric did. I guess the truth is that I'm into
guys and girls. I can't really say what I prefer. I just like them
both. But my female body count definitely outweighs my male count
monumentally. To be honest, guys are a new thing for me. I mean back then,
at the time when I met Eric, I had only ever been with or even showed
interest or really even knowingly been attracted to one other guy [Nice
Guy], so I was completely new to the idea of gay dating, or courting, or
whatever this was. But I definitely didn't think or even expect that that
was, in fact what Eric and I were doing. And like I said our conversations
were for the most part, innocent, no crazier or raunchier or even gayer
than what I had with any of my other so called "straight" guy friends. And
yeah, I can say, that there was a bit of an attraction there for Eric, but
at that point, it was nothing. It was a I sort of, maybe , I kind of might
like him type of thing. I mean flirtation, would be an exaggeration of what
we had. But that somehow changed in one night.

One night, in early January, at about 2 in the morning, I got a text from
Eric. It read simply: I need 2 tlk. Face 2 Face. Skype me NOW

Though it was late, and I was already in bed nearly sleep, I decided to
Skype him. I mean the text seemed pretty urgent, pretty important. So I got
up and went over to my computer. I grabbed a shirt to put on, as I sat down
in front of the screen, but Eric was already calling before I got it on. So
I just threw it to the floor, and answered. And when he popped up on the
screen, I saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt either. And from what I could
see, mostly just chest and shoulders, his body was as impressive as I had
thought, but I could barely recognize that it was him.

"What's up man? What's going on?" I asked the man in the screen, that I
could hardly tell was Eric. Remember when I told you, Eric was smooth clean
and shaven, well things changed. I mean, I had only just Skyped with him a
few weeks earlier, and he looked just as good as he always did. But now he
had a rough rugged looking, very unsexy, partially greying beard covering
his face, and just a look of sadness in his eyes, mixed with tiredness,
stressed, and definitely drunk. Which was confirmed when he opened his
mouth and spoke to me, with his slurred words.

"Mahn, man it's over." He said referring to his marriage. Apparently
earlier that day, he finalized his divorce, and I guess things didn't go
too much in his way. And he was obviously upset a whole lot about it. I
tried to calm him down, help him mentally get through it, at least for the
night. Pretty much just be a good friend to him, the best I could from a
far. But then his demeanor changed. All of a sudden he wasn't just sad
anymore. I mean he was still sad, but he turned it around and suddenly he
started coming on to me.

"Man you know what. I love you. You're the best fucking friend I ever had."
He said to me.

"Yeah man. You're a good friend too." I said to my drunk friend through the
computer screen.

"I know you would never do no shit like this to me." He said.

"Naw, I wouldn't." I said staring back at him.

"I know you wouldn't. You're a great person. Fuck, you're a beautiful
person." He said to me with a sad little laugh. I forced myself to laugh
back, though seeing my friend like this was a sad sight.

"Yeah man, your a beautiful person too... It's gonna be alright man." I
assured him.

"No man, like you're really fucking beautiful. You know that? Nobody ever
told you that before?" I laughed. Hell I blushed like a little school girl
when he said that.

"Naw, dude you're the first." I said still blushing a little.

"Well, you are. You're fucking beautiful." He laughed. "You're a pretty
motherfucker Shawn. You know that?"

"Yeah, is that so."

"Yeah man. You're so damn pretty. I remember when I first saw you in that
club. I was like, forget all these broads in here, him right there." He
said pointing at me through the screen. "That's the prettiest motherfucking
in here."

On the outside, I was keeping it cool, but on the inside, I was going crazy
over the things this guy was saying to me. I mean, I knew he was drunk, and
sad, and probably confused, but he was flattering the hell out of me. And
those nothing feelings I had earlier for him, were suddenly starting to
become something. I mean, I knew he was drunk, but like my granddaddy used
to say to me, "A drunk man ain't never tell no lie, so listen close." The
truth is, my granddad drank a lot too, but one thing for sure, he never
told me a lie.

"You're so fucking pretty, I should have married somebody like you. Fuck I
should marry you." He blurted out.  Then he paused for a second, closed his
eyes, and smiled, as he thought about what he had just said. And then he
shocked me even more with what he said next. "You know what, lets do
it. Lets get married. Niggas are doing that now ,right? Come on marry me
beautiful." Eric said to me.

Needless to say, it was the most awkward encounter I ever had in my
life. Here was my friend, who I hadn't actually seen in person for months,
since the night I first met him. And just a few hours after he divorces his
wife, he's calling me up drunk, sulking, looking terrible, begging me to
fucking marry him. It was all so crazy. But I just chalked it up to a bad
day, and too much Jack Daniels. I knew he was just way too out of it and
emotional to mean any of the shit he was saying.

"Dude just get some rest. And put the fucking bottle away." I said to Eric,
just before turning off my computer, and going back to bed.

That night I fell asleep with the guiltiest fucking smile on my
face. Because my friend was going through hell, but at the same time his
sad , drunken words were making me feel so fucking good. I was so
conflicted, so confused, caught up on his every word, but sort of
disappointed all the same because of his reasons for saying them. I was
sort of happy, that finally Eric was showing that he was actually
interested in me, that he liked me, that he was attracted to me; but I felt
terrible, all the same, that he had to go through all of that to realize
it. I had never been so confused in my life.

Well, days later, everything was okay, back to normal. Eric was over his
situation, or at least handling it better. And he was even back to his old
clean shaven, smooth handsome self. We never spoke of that night again.

Well, this brings me to the night in question, late February, my 25th
birthday. My initial plans for the night were to pretty much do nothing. I
wasn't actually that excited to be turning 25. In fact, I badly wished I
could have just one more year. I wasn't really ready to be another year
older , but that didn't matter much at all to my sister. She was more than
adamant about celebrating my birthday. So much so, that she threw me a
party, a surprise party. She rented a small little ballroom in one of the
nicest hotels in the city. Actually she worked there, so it wasn't as
expensive as you'd think, but I'm not taking anything away from her. It was
a nice thing that she did for me, fucking great, though still annoying.

Well, the night of the party,my birthday, my sister made up some lie about
just wanting to take me out for dinner at the Hotel Restaurant, and I fell
for it. But when we got there, I walked into a room full of some of my
closest friends and fam happy, and excited to celebrate my day with me. And
that's what we did, we celebrated, we partied, we cheered to me. And by the
end of the night, the end of the party, I had had a great time, despite my
earlier reluctance. But there was still one last surprise.

As the night was coming to an end, I was hanging around the bar with a few
of my friends, my sister too, when suddenly someone tapped me on the
shoulder. And when I turned around, there was Eric, smiling from ear to
ear, with those pearly whites of his. "Happy Birthday Man." He said to me,
as he came in for a hug. Apparently he had gotten the invite too, but more
than that, he had actually helped my sister plan and even pay for the
party. I was shocked, that not only would he do something like that for me,
but that he'd actually come all this way just to celebrate my birthday; and
of course he's a champ for dealing with my annoying ass sister. I mean
nobody's ever done anything like that for me before, showed so much that
they really cared. That it really mattered to them if I was happy. Eric
really was a great guy, a great friend. And I loved him for that. And
suddenly I knew, those nothing feelings that I once had, were definitely
something now, and it was definitely nothing that could stop them.

After the party, Eric invited me upstairs to his room. Since he had dished
out so much cash for the party, the hotel comped him a free room, and a
nice one at that. And since it was the weekend, he was planning on staying
in DC for a few nights. And apparently he was planning on spending those
nights with me.

When we got up to his room, I don't think two words were said before we
were ripping each others clothes off. Maybe some bs about if I wanted a
drink or something, but not much else was said. We didn't even make it two
feet into the room, before I shoved him into the wall and kissed him,
harder than I'd ever kissed anyone before, especially any man. And before I
knew it, in the next instance, he was pushing me up against the other wall,
and shoving his tongue down my throat, as we both fumbled to undo each
others clothes.

I took off his belt, he took off mine. Our shirts were literally ripped to
pieces on the floor, and our pants were soon to fall right beside them. It
wasn't long at all before we both stood there staring at each other, not an
inch away from touching, in nothing but our underwear... Me in my tight
little black Calvin briefs, and Eric with a hell of a bulge in some even
tighter little..., lets call it a speedo. That's the closest thing I can
think to describe it as. But all the same it was small and tight and
holding a hell of a package.

Well now, I guess it's time to answer the question you've all been
wondering about this whole time: What does Iku look like naked? Well like
Eric said, I'm damn pretty. No, but seriously, I guess I'm a good looking
guy.  I get no complaints. I'm 6"4, about 190lbs, 195 in the winter. Solid,
strong. I don't have a six pack or anything, but I don't have a gut
either. My granddad used to call me a big young buck, and for sure he ain't
never told a lie. I'm a big guy. But I've been told that I'm cute. I have
light brown caramel colored skin, dimples and greenish brown eyes, and
thick pink lips. People often think I'm Spanish, or biracial or
something. But I'm not. I'm all black. And now as for downstairs. I'm a big
young buck for sure. Last time I measured, I'd say my big boy was topping
out at a little over 7.5, close to 8in. So I guess my big boy can be
classified as a well, a big boy. And I've yet to get any complaints. But
what Eric had down there in those little speedos was definitely a
monster. A big black Nigerian Dick.

Well we stood there, Eric and I , eying each other, staring each other down
like two hungry wolves ready to ponce on our prey. Oh his body looked
amazing. I don't think I had ever been more turned on in my life. I don't
think I ever wanted another man more in my life, than I wanted him right
then, right there, that night, in that room.. And I never have since. I
guess, that's why I'm writing about it.

Well anyway, before I knew it, we were rolling around on the bed, wrapped
up in each others hard naked bodies. Touching, and rubbing, and kissing,
and groping, and licking. His lips felt so good against mine. And his body
felt even better. Eventually he ended up on top of me, licking down my neck
and kissing my hard, hairy chest. He took one of my little pink nipples in
his mouth, and starting suckling, working it between his teeth, and
tweaking at the other with his thick manly fingers. It felt so good. I just
moaned. I had to I let him know how good he was making me feel. How hot he
was making me. He told me that that was what he was there for, that that
was what tonight was all about: pleasing me and making me feel good on my
birthday. And he did. He made me feel damn good. He started kissing down my
chest, down my stomach, to my waist and my hips, until he laid there
between my legs, with my dick in his hand. He kissed it, and I swear
shivers went up my spine. He licked it, and electricity shot through my
whole body. Boy, pleasing me, yeah, he was doing that alright. Then he took
my dick, my whole hard, thick, throbbing 8in dick in his mouth, and gave me
the best blowjob I ever had. His mouth and his lips felt so good, so wet,
sliding up and down my shaft. He told me I was his first, but there was no
fucking way he hadn't done this before. He was just way too good. His mouth
was just way too wet, too perfect. And he was taking me in his throat just
way too well.  He told me, that all day he had been practicing, with a
dildo he had bought. That he wanted to be ready for whatever we got into
tonight. I didn't know whether to be flattered or creeped out over his
effort. But he already had me, all the same, and there was no going back
now, nothing was gonna stop this. I wanted him more than ever. So I asked
him, "Where is it? I wanna play with."  So he got up from the bed, and
walked into the bathroom; and when he came back out, he had with him this
huge fucking, big black dildo, that was nearly the size of his thick 10in
Nigerian monster. Oh but he still had it beat. It was one of those double
sided, double headed dildos. And when he walked out, he had one end, one of
the heads in his mouth. I wondered where that thing had been, just how much
practicing did he do? But hell, before that night, before that weekend was
over, both ends of that thing would be in and out of every part of Eric and
I it could fit in.

When he came back out with the dildo, he went right back between my legs,
and back on my dick. Only now, my legs were spread, and he was working one
end of that thick black thing in and out of my tight little hairy hole. And
boy you don't know how great it feels, to get you asshole stretched, and
your dick sucked at the same time. I was in heaven, nirvana, paradise. Eric
was taking such good care of me. Making me feel things I never felt before.
Things, I'd never imagine I could ever feel.  And it wasn't long before I
let him know how I felt. It wasn't long before I came, and he swallowed
every drop.  But it was far from over. He crawled up my body, til he laid
flat on my chest. I wrapped my legs around his body, and he rested his dick
at my ass. Then he kissed me for what seemed like forever. Mhmm! I kissed
back. Then he slowly put his hands under the small of my back. And I arched
just a little. Just enough, that when his dick went inside me, I thought I
was floating. I thought I was floating on a fucking cloud. Cloud nine. His
thick Nigerian monster inside me, made me feel so full, like I never needed
another thing in my life. He was fucking me slow, and long, and hard, and
so deep. And I thought I was gonna cum again, I thought I was gonna
explode. And then, he kissed me, and his body went limp, and he closed his
eyes, and shot his load inside me so deep. And he collapsed on my
chest. "I'm sorry." He said. I hate to put him out there like this, but it
had been a while since Eric had had any. But I'd be lying if I said it
still wasn't amazing...

He laid on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him. "It's ok." I said to
him. And we kissed, and I held him. And I caressed him. And I rubbed the
hard muscles of his back. And he ground his body into mine. And my hands
went lower, to his waist, and then I found and held on tight to the smooth
muscled mounds of his ass. And he moaned. And I squeezed even harder. And
he grounded his body even harder into mine. He ground his dick into mine.
And I spread his ass. And he nearly screamed. And we kissed. Then I grabbed
him by the the back of his thighs, and spread his legs, until he was up and
straddling my hips, with his thick heavy dick laying flat on my stomach and
mine pointing straight up at him.

Again, he grabbed hold of my dick. I felt around for his, but he moved my
hands away, grabbing both of my wrist, and placing both of my arms above my
head. And he kissed me, and he licked my neck, and whispered in my ear,
"Just lay there and let me take care of you." And before I knew it, he was
grabbing my dick and easing his, oh so fucking tight, hole down it, until
every throbbing inch of my dick was inside him. Then he started riding me.
Riding my dick. Bouncing up and down, and rolling his hips to this
imaginary beat in his head. And I found myself moving my hips and grinding
my dick inside him to that very same beat, to the very same rhythm. And oh
his hole felt so tight. It felt so good. Like it was made just for my dick.
Like it was made just for me to be inside of. And when I came, it felt like
it only got even tighter. And Eric, he just laid back on my chest. And I
wrapped my arms back around him, and I swore I'd never let go. And at least
for the weekend, for my birthday weekend I didn't. I stayed there, in that
hotel room, in that bed, holding on to Eric, as he fucked me, and I fucked
him. And boy, what we had was definitely something now.


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