Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 11:52:07 -0400
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: In the Dark...

The requisite dodgy disclaimer.

This story contains some pretty disgusting and quite graphic scenes
of sex between two males.

If this sort of thing disgusts you, why do you keep on reading it?

If you are underage and reading this stuff, have you any idea how
lucky you are? Why, when I was your age there was no such thing as
the Internet and we had to sit round the campfire making up stories
and telling them to each other. Pah! The kids these days, they don't
know that they're born.

If you are reading this in a place where reading such material is
illegal, you have my deepest sympathy, but perhaps you should spend
your time more fruitfully trying to escape.

The rest of you lot can read on with a clear conscience.

In The Dark...

Where the hell am I? OK I'm in bed and there is a great big guy who
has got me wrapped up in his arms. He's asleep and I've just woken
up. We are both as naked as the day that we were born. Now none of
this is unusual. I often end up in bed naked with other guys, but
then I can usually remember how I got there. What's even stranger is,
it is pitch dark. Well, that is not true; there is a little
moonlight, but only enough to show me where the window is.

Wow, this guy is big! I'm only 5 foot 4 myself and he must be over 6
foot. He is holding me against him and I feel like a kid again. His
arms and legs are all round me; ah, I love it.

Wait a second, now I remember, Duncan convinced me that I just HAD to
go with him to this party; everyone would be there and it was being
held in a big country house owned by two elderly queens.

Duncan by the way, is my roommate, not my lover; we just share an
apartment. Oh, we have been in the same bed but, as we both like to
get between a man and his mattress, as it were, we are a tad
incompatible in the sack.

Duncan works in the pharmacy of the hospital where I'm a male nurse
on the children's ward. We met via work; I was looking for somewhere
to live when he and his boyfriend split up, and he needed help with
the rent. The result was that I moved into what had been their spare
room.

As we are totally different, we get on well. He is a hopeless
romantic, forever falling in love and then getting burnt. I'm the
opposite; I like having sex, but please, spare me the mushy stuff. If
the guy likes me and I like him, we may do it again, but otherwise it
is just one-night stands. Duncan goes quite white when I tell him of
some of the raunchy things I get up to. You see, he is only into
vanilla sex. That said, he'll go to bed with anyone; no taste at all,
Why I've even seen him go with some that have more than a touch of
the tarbush, if you know what I mean.

Now, I remember arriving at the party, getting a drink, but that is
all! Who did I pick up? Why am I in one of the bedrooms with him?

Just a sec, I can hear a car engine. Yes, it is approaching and its
headlamps are lighting up the room. Damnation! We must be a good bit
back from the road as I saw nothing beyond a vague outline of the
room.

Oo-er, the noise has disturbed my big friend and he has pulled me
tightly to him. Good God, is that his prick that is digging into my
back? Hmm, if I'm careful, I can slip a hand back there and gently
check him out, hopefully without waking him.

Ohmygawd! It's humungous! I don't know how I did it, but I've hit the
jackpot. Bloody hell, I must have passed out right after we got to
bed. If he had given me a seeing to with that thing, I would still be
able to feel it, that's for sure.

Now, if I slowly turn round I might be able to do something with it.
I don't get my hands on something like that very often, so I might as
well get my money's worth. Gently does it, let him sleep and now I
can slide down the bed until it is at face level. Drat, I wish there
was some light. He's hung all right and he's only half-hard. Now just
ease his foreskin back. Strange, he smells different, hot and horny,
but different.

Whoops, he's beginning to dribble, I'd better get my mouth round it;
we can't be messing the bedclothes in someone else's guest room, can
we? God, I can just get the head in my mouth, but I have both hands
round the shaft too.

This is seriously weird, doing a blowjob on a total stranger, in the
dark, in an unfamiliar room. I've never done anything this crazy
before; it's positively intoxicating.

The more I lick it the more love juice he makes. This could keep me
happy until dawn. He is firming up nicely; God, my jaws will ache
tomorrow. I wonder how far I can go without him waking? Hey, he is
beginning to react, thrusting gently with his hips. I'll keep up the
tongue work. Let's check his nuts, are they still dangling? Nope,
they are tight up against the base of this gorgeous cock. Oh boy, I'm
getting him going.

His breathing is beginning to change; not long now. Oh shit, he has
grabbed my head; if he pushes his cock down my throat he'll kill me!

No, wait, he is just holding me steady and he is beginning to grunt.
He has just shot a wad into my mouth. Neither of us is moving and he
is shooting over and over again into my mouth. I can feel it race
across my tongue.

His cum tastes different, nice, but different. I savour it before
swallowing. I wonder if he is going to be mad at me for giving him a
sneaky blowjob? Well, he is not getting his cock back until I've got
the lot!

Oh, what a nice guy, he is squeezing the last drops out for me.

God, he is strong and fast. I'm on my back now, he's straddling my
chest and his softening cock is brushing my lips. He is not thinking
what I'm thinking, is he? I'll pop it in my mouth, just in case. No
one would ever do that without asking beforehand; but I think that
I'll run my hand over his belly and make sure.

Jesus H. Christ, his muscles are like iron and, if I am any judge,
I'm going to be one very happy boy in a second or so. He just gasped
and the flow has started. He is not forcing it; hey he's played
water-sports before. He is letting me enjoy it for as long as I can.
Odd, his piss tastes different too. He must have a bladder like a
horse; he is showing no sign of stopping yet. I'm getting to play
with the stream with my tongue, kinky.

There is something going on here that is not quite right. How did he
know that I was into water-sports, when I know sod all about him?
But, that is for later; I'll enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Ah, the flow is beginning to get ragged; he is finally running out.
This guy is certainly getting invited back again. Phew, he has
finally dribbled to a stop; I wonder how much I drank?

He can pick me up like a rag doll. Now we are all snuggled up again,
face to face.

"You smell like a men's room," he says, in a deep voice. Shit, his
vocal cords must be anchored to his nuts! My whole body vibrates when
he talks.

Before I can answer he starts licking my face. Wow, his tongue is
huge too. Help, he has got his tongue in my ear and I think he is
trying to lick my brain. Oh God, not the other ear. No, not inside my
nostrils! Now he is in my mouth and having a go at reaching the
bobbly thing at the back of my throat.

Gosh, grandma, what big teeth you have. I could lie under him all
night doing spit swappers. Whoops, he is off again, licking all over
my body! I've never had anyone lick my armpits before and it tickles.
Now he's on my nipples.

Yipes, he's trying to get his tongue into my navel! My God, I've had
my cock sucked before but this guy is licking it like it was a
lollipop. Shit he has both my balls in his mouth, and his teeth are
so big!

Wait we are on the move again. Now we are in a 69, he is sitting on
my face; he has curled me up so my backside is pointing straight up
and my legs are under his armpits.

I'm going for his ring; unusual, he smells musky and interesting, but
slightly different again. The hell with it, I'm close enough so I can
kiss his ring and work my tongue in. Yipes, that tongue of his is
inside me. He is holding my ass cheeks wide apart and running his
tongue through my ring.

Wait a second, that was a finger. He isn't wasting any time; whatever
he is using as a lubricant is going in too. I want to ask him how
many fingers he intends to get into me but as he is sitting on my
face I can't.

Hell, he has a finger from each hand inside me now and he is opening
me up fast. Perhaps it is as well because it sure looks like I'm
gonna get shafted tonight.

Damn, another car went past and I saw bugger all as he is still
sitting on my face. He is humming quite happily now and there must be
four fingers, two from each hand, in me now. All the way in I might
add, and he is pulling them apart. God, I'll get called Slack Alice
if the gang ever find out what he's done to me.

Hey, we are on the move again. He has the pillows piled in the middle
of the bed and I'm lying on top of them, face down. Gosh he is
spending ages getting me in exactly the right position.

"Ready?" he asks, as he touches my ring with his pole.

I nod. Nothing happens, and then I remember he can't see me either,
and I say, "Yes."

He's good, very good, he knows just how much he can get up me with
each thrust. God I feel full and I know that half of him is still on
the outside. Ah! He just made it twitch and all of my insides moved.
Still, I'm nice and relaxed so he is gradually reaching his goal.
Thank God, I can at last feel his bush on my buns!

"Pull your ass cheeks apart, boy," he grunts in my ear.

The term "boy" rankles a bit, but I let it pass. He doesn't know that
I spent my first 15 years in South Africa where "boy" is not exactly
a term of endearment; well, not when used in that context. I do as he
asks and he gets even more of that murderous weapon in.

"Right, how do you want it, rough or gentle?"

"Rough," I reply.

"How rough?"

"How rough do you do?"

"Want to use a safe word, in case I'm too much for you?"

"No!" I say, most emphatically, "Safe words are for wimps."

"Right!" he growls in my ear causing a shiver to run down the full
length of my spine.

He withdraws then shoves it in. It feels like he is sucking my guts
out and ramming them back in. It was hard but I've had worse. Now he
is getting a bit of speed up. The strokes are shorter but faster. I
wiggle my ass in an encouraging way.

"God, you're nice and tight," he says, in my ear.

"I thought you were going to be rough," I say.

Whoops! Now that WAS a mistake. His hands go onto my hips and drag me
into the doggy position. He pulls back all the way and rams it home.
I scream loudly, that really hurt!

"You wanted it rough," he says, and I don't like the tone of voice
he's using, not one little bit.

Holding me firm, he very deliberately repeats the action making me
scream again.

"You can holler all you like, we are the only ones in this wing," he
says, making me scream again.

"Stop, we have to talk this out," I beg.

"Not a chance, you are the brave little boy who likes it rough and
doesn't need safe words, remember. You wanted it - you're getting it!"

Oh God, he is slamming it into me without mercy. No hysterical
pounding, just deliberate, paced, merciless, thrusts of the full
length of his shaft. The pain is intolerable and I'm going to pass
out. I've never been in such agony before.

Something is wrong here, very, very, wrong. He's turning me on. I
have never felt so horny in my life. I think I now know what the
pain-pleasure barrier is, because I have just passed it. I'm actually
thrusting back to meet him. The pain has not gone away, it is still
there but it has become the ultimate turn on.

"There you go, see, you really do like it rough," he says, as he
feels me begin to respond.

I can only whimper. I know that I'll be sore in the morning but I
don't give a damn.

"OK, boy, time for the grand finale. This is where you get my load
dumped as far up you as I can reach and we both get a quick trip to
heaven while I do it."

Now he speeds up. I can feel the raw power of his body as he tries to
pulverise my buns. I'm screaming again but loving every minute of it.
I can sense he is running on the very edge of losing control.

AARRGGHH! He has rammed it right up me and now it is bucking each
time he shoots. The exquisite agony makes my poor ass go into a
spasm, which milks the next wad out of him and makes it buck again.
We're locked in a loop that we cannot break until his nuts are empty.

Slowly it is all dying down and we fall flat on the bed, my ass is
one dull ache. We are both soaked in sweat, as are the sheets and
pillows. He is going soft inside me. I have finally triumphed, that
once rigid cock has done its worst to me and now it is going all limp
and I can feel its retreat.

He is gasping for breath and I'm sobbing but I don't know why. That
was the wildest sex that I have ever had. I must have been crazy to
ever tell him I wanted it rough. God I wonder if I'll ever get him to
give me another rogering like that again.

"You really liked it, didn't you?" he whispers in my ear.

I can only manage a grunt that sounds positive.

"You want more of it?"

This time my grunt sounds a lot more positive, I just hope his offer
is not going to be fulfilled directly.

"Then we have some ground rules; that warm little ass of yours
belongs to me now, you hear me boy? No other man's prick ever uses it
again, just mine," he growls in my ear.

An odd thrill runs right through my being. I've had guys come on
heavy before, but it never affected me at all. Now this stranger,
whom I've never even seen, is becoming totally possessive and all I
want to do is give in and be his.

"Just yours," I say.

"Right, and in return you get to be the only one to keep my cock
happy," he says.

"Yes! But one thing, don't call me boy."

"When I've got my cock up you I'll call you whatever I damn well
please and it'll get a lot worse than, 'boy'."

Now this statement should make me mad, but it doesn't. He is in
charge and he can set the rules. It was as if I was his domestic pet.
God the bugger is treating me like shit and I'm getting off on it.

"My name is Peter," I offer.

"Then when we're not on the job, I'll call you Peter. I'm called
Roger," he says.

"Roger by name and roger by nature," I quip.

"So they say. Now I'm taking my cock back."

"No!"

But he slowly slides it out and I get rolled onto my back. My whole
body hurts. He's straddling my chest again and the cock that has just
ruined me, once more touches my lips.

"Lick it clean, boy."

Someone has briefed him on all my kinks! I go to it with a will. The
shaft is easily cleaned with long strokes of my tongue. Then the
head; I suck it into my mouth and run my tongue round it. A few
minutes ago it was deep in my belly, now it is in my mouth. I love
dirty sex. Oh, he has started peeing again; this guy really knows how
to treat me right!

Not very much this time, but it is the thought that counts, isn't it?
He's throwing me around the bed again and now I'm sitting on his face
and he's rimming me. Good God, he is cleaning me out with his tongue.
No one has ever done that before. Ah, his tongue is so soft and
gentle after his cock.

Drat, we are on the move again. We are back in the position we were
in at the start, he's sitting on my face and I'm curled up with my
legs trapped under his armpits.

"Rim me, see how far you can get your tongue up me," he says, as if I
need any instructions.

Just as I'm beginning to enjoy life at the bottom I feel a couple of
fingers slide into me. Hey he has my cock in his mouth! The fingers
have found my hot spot, he is driving me crazy with his tongue and
fingers, AND my tongue is poking through his ring!

I usually warn a guy before I shoot in his mouth but I can't get his
butt off my face, so I begin to wriggle and he steps up his assault.
He is already sucking hard before I begin shooting. He has my balls
empty in double quick time.

One quick movement and we are face to face. He rolls on top of me,
crushing me to the bed. His lips touch mine and his tongue pushes
into my mouth. The dirty bugger hasn't swallowed my load and he
squirts it into my mouth. Wow, he really is into mucky sex. Odd, all
these times I've shot my load and I never knew what I tasted like. He
breaks the kiss.

"Swallow it," he says, and I obey.

He rolls us over and hugs me to him like I was a little boy.

"Now we sleep," he says.

Sleep comes instantly for him but I lie with my mind churning. This
guy is wild, I want more of him but I don't know anything about him
except his name is Roger and he is so far into filthy sex that he
makes me seem like Duncan by comparison. Where has he been all my
life? Wow, imagine having this sort of sex on tap. There is no way
this one is going to be a one-night stand.

I must have fallen asleep because I'm wakening up again. The reason
is quite simple; he is very quietly slipping me a length. He's about
halfway in and he's being very gentle about it. Through my eyelids I
can see it is now daylight but I don't want to open them in case I
break the spell.

His hands cross over my chest and pull me back onto his stiff cock. I
open my eyes and look down. Fuckin' hell, both the arms are black! I
feel my entire body go rigid! I have just had the filthiest night's
sex ever with a kaffir! My God, if my father were to walk into the
room now he would kill both of us with his bare hands. Mind you, he
doesn't even know I'm gay.

"You're awake?" he asks.

"You're a black!" I reply.

"Please, Afro-American or Person of Colour, black is so passe these
days."

"I've been set-up," I say. This is a statement of fact, not a
question.

"Yup, boy," he says, getting another inch or so in, "your room-mate
Duncan organised it all. He reckoned that you needed someone like me,
into mucky sex and I wanted someone like you - a white boy - who
would hate it but take it. But he knew that my colour would stop me
from bedding you. So he slipped a Mickey Finn into your first drink
and you went out like a light."

"The BASTARD!" I say, with some feeling.

"Oh, come now, it was for your own good."

"A likely story."

"Well, I distinctly remember that it was YOU who started things. I
was the one who woke up with your mouth round my prick trying to suck
my nuts dry."

"I, I, I didn't know then, it was dark, y'see."

"Yeah, yeah, and in the dark, all cats are black, so you didn't know,
did you? But you had a pretty wild night, didn't you?"

There is a long pause, and then I nod. He pushes more of his cock
into me; it is beginning to affect my judgement as it brings back
memories of last night.

"So, as long as you thought I was a white guy you were quite happy to
rim me, suck my cock, swallow, drink my piss and let me use your ass
like it has never been used before?"

I know that I'm crimson when I finally nod.

"And you said that you were mine," he says, easing a little more
home.

"Look I think we had better stop, just take your cock out of my ass
and we'll part friends," I suggest.

"Your ass? I own that ass now and I'm just about to give it a real
raking out."

"No!"

"Yes!"

I try to escape but he has a good grip on me and all that my
struggling does is to get him all the way in. Then he holds me there,
helpless, totally impaled on his manhood.

"Got ya!" he exclaims, triumphantly.

"This is rape," I say.

"Yeah, that is the fun bit. I'm inside you and you don't want me to
be there. I'm gonna shag you without your permission. And what is
even better, I'm gonna make you enjoy it although you don't want to.
Y'see, white boy, that is the power that I've got over you."

Shit! He's right. Just the feeling of him inside me is making me
horny; already my cock is like an iron rod.

He rolls us over until he is on top and he begins to move his hips.

"This time the trip to heaven is a slow gentle one," he breathes in
my ear.

The movement is exactly the same as last night; he uses the full
length of his cock, all the way in and all the way out. But now it is
a slow caress of my ring, nothing brutal, nothing hard. Just gently
he fills and empties my bowels. Needless to say the head and a great
deal of the shaft are rubbed over my internal hot spot.

I feel my body start to respond, I desperately try to control it but
I can't. My hips are already pushing back to meet his plunging
weapon.

"See, you're beginning to enjoy it, aren't you?" he snickers in my
ear.

I can't bring myself to answer. The humiliation is too much, but I
know that my face is red enough to stop traffic, being used by a
black and being forced to enjoy it.

There is something odd; I'm having trouble keeping in time with him.
He is now screwing me with a strange series of long and short
strokes. Just a minute, there is a rhythm to it, yes it repeats! Ah,
got it.

Hold on a moment, as soon as I managed to match him thrust for
thrust, he changed it. Right, now I've matched him again. God, he has
altered it again. Hey it is a game, a sort of follow my leader. No,
it is more like Jazz, he's improvising and I've got to stay with him.

Ah, every so often he slips in a painful one, perhaps just to remind
me of how dangerous he can be. This really requires a lot of
concentration on my part; he is leading me a merry dance and no
mistake.

Last night I surrendered my body to him, now he is taking me, body
and soul.

Ah, the dance is ending, he has thrust fully home and he is making my
ass go into spasms just to force me to help him pump his cum into me.

We lie gasping and sweating on the bed; we both put a lot of effort
into that little thrash. My mind is in turmoil; one half is going
wild about how good he is in bed, and the other half is hanging its
head in despair that I have allowed a kaffir to abuse me so.

"Hey boy, you've got rhythm," he breathes in my ear.

"Why did Duncan do this to me?"

"Like I said, he was doing you a favour. You know he has a new
boyfriend?"

"Look, I stopped trying to keep up with Duncan's love life after the
first week we were living together."

"Well, this one is serious and Duncan is moving in with him. So he
thought you'd need a new room-mate."

"You mean he deliberately drugged me and made sure that I would wake
up naked in a pitch black room in bed with a nigger," I say, in the
heat of the moment forgetting to be politically correct.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, boy."

It is no good; I'm going into a giggle fit. The entire scene is too
bizarre and he starts giggling too. Eventually we stop and he slowly
withdraws. Oh hell, I'm going to have to lick him clean. OK, if I
could do it in the dark I can do it again now with my eyes shut.
There that's not as bad as I thought.

"Open your eyes, boy. I want you to see the cock that has just had
you. Yes, that's better, watch it as you clean it."

I can feel my face burn bright red, but in a strange way he's right;
it is more of a turn-on to look at it. He has a neat little
triangular bush of tightly curled black hair. His balls are no longer
tight against the shaft and hang low. He has a goodly amount of
foreskin that is fun to play with. I now know why he smelled and
tasted so strange; I have never been near a black guy before.

Whoops! He moved me again and now I'm sitting on his face, he is now
cleaning me out, from the inside. Now his hand is round the shaft of
my cock. I don't even try to fight him. Nothing I could do could
combat the feeling of him rimming me out and jacking me off at the
same time.

I shoot my load and it goes right down his chest and belly. Shit, I
even got it onto his nice clean cock. Without being told I lick him
clean. Mind you I prefer the taste of his cum to mine.

Oops! He really is a disgusting bastard. He didn't swallow what he
licked out of me and now he is on top of me, kissing me and pushing
it into my mouth. Greedily I suck on his tongue. He is light-years
ahead of me in this game, but I'm a willing pupil.

Gradually we come down from our high and he gets off me. Then he
picks me up in his arms and carries me into the next room. It is a
white tiled bathroom. I get gently dumped in a corner of the shower
stall.

I look up at him, seeing him properly for the first time. He is, as I
suspected tall. He has superb muscular definition. I'll bet he is a
dancer. God, look at the thighs on him. Wait a sec, that stance is
familiar. Yup he is holding his cock, peeling the foreskin back a bit
until the head is just visible. What an evil grin he has on his face
as he lets go with the amber stream. Nice and warm all over my chest.
Now he is running it up to my face. I open my mouth and drink what
runs in. I let go what is in my bladder; most of it was once his
anyway.

He finishes first, then steps into the shower and pulls me to my
feet. He holds me against him; I'm still peeing and he doesn't object
to it going on to his thighs.

"You're a dirty little bugger and no mistake. But you're mine," he
says, holding my head in his hands and looking down at me.

"Yours, body and soul," I reply, just before the thick lips cover
mine and that damned tongue of his works its way into me once more.
Life is going to be different from now on, a lot different.

The End.

My thanks to Scott for editing.

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