Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 02:18:53 +0000
From: Xerxys Syxrex <xerxys@outlook.com>
Subject: Mancunt Memoirs 01 - Room Serviced (Revised)

ManCunt Memoirs 01
Room Serviced

By Xerxys

Hey everyone, welcome back. I know it's been a long time coming, but this
has been quite a piece of work for me. I've rewritten this several time,
expanding on ideas, placing in the groundwork for following chapters and
trying to get the pacing right. Although this is fantasy and things move
very quickly, I still wanted it to be as believable as possible and I hope
I've achieved that. I have several other stories on Nifty, most can be
found searching for `xerxys' although I've gone through some now-defunct
email addresses, but take a look at them if you're interested.

So, as I said, this is fantasy, but also has graphic man-on-man sex, so
please make sure that it is legal for you to be reading this. Nifty is an
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free.

I wasn't sure how I'm meant to be feeling waking up on the second day of
our dream vacation. Lorna was still snoring softly as I slipped from the
bed, grabbed a juice from the small refrigerator and padded onto the
balcony, the air pleasantly warm in the early morning, even though it was
barely past six. I sat at the small table in just my underwear and sip my
juice, looking out across the sea that's already infusing with tones of
turquoise.

Fundamentally, not much had actually occurred that previous afternoon. Evan
had done very little beyond call out Lorna's behavior and the rest he left
to silence and alcohol. It hadn't taken much encouragement to have me
bawling on the shoulder of a man I'd only met a couple hours earlier, then
for him to simply hold me until I quickly fell asleep on his bed.

He'd held me. He'd admitted that he was gay, I'd wordlessly admitted that I
was unhappy and then he'd held me. I haven't been held for years and
couldn't recall ever falling asleep with someone's arms around me. That it
was a man didn't mean a thing; he'd unlocked whatever door I'd been hiding
that particular little bundle of putrefied emotion behind and he'd helped
clean up the mess afterward, without judgement or any kind of
expectation. I'd been so starved of affection without even realizing it
that I would have taken it gladly from anyone.

So, where did that leave me? Sat in the Caribbean dawn, I had no idea how
I'm truly feeling beyond surprisingly calm. Was my marriage done for? I
wasn't at all sure about that either, but I wasn't going to start painting
with absolute brush strokes just yet. All of my issues were so close to the
surface that none of it was really a surprise.

As I'd explained to Evan, Lorna's behavior had grown steadily worse over
the years and while a lot of that was on her, almost as great a portion of
the blame was mine to take. In high school, we'd both been in this social
gray zone; not quite outcasts, but floating in that void just outside the
orbit of the popular kids and we'd gravitated towards each other. She'd
taken the lead in almost everything and even at that age I knew deep down
that I was a follower and she'd certainly realized that too. Lorna helped
push me forward and back then it had been in a good way; challenging me and
getting me out of my comfort zone. We'd enrolled at the same college close
to our home town together and while Lorna studied business, I harnessed my
natural talent for computers. We first kissed at a frat party she'd forced
me along to and I don't think we ever officially said that we were
together, but it was like the first of many tiny, unseen hooks. The social
life I'd developed in college had been because of Lorna, who was much more
outgoing and stopped me disappearing completely into the burgeoning world
of computer programming, always just keeping me back from the brink of
full-on nerdhood. With my classes, she'd helped me to push myself, as I
would often undersell the value of my own work or even have others take
credit for my participation in a project. By the last year of college,
Lorna had bound me tightly to her; I owed her for a big portion of my
success in college, both socially and academically.

Which is why, when Lorna confessed to me that she was pregnant as the
result of a one-night stand, I don't think I had even raised my voice in
anger. Of course, it had all been a drunken mistake, she'd tried to say no
and so on. Her tears had soaked my T-shirt as she begged for
forgiveness. Naturally, I had given it instantly and I became the Father of
a son that was not mine.

I didn't think about that particular point in our history often. Mostly,
because I knew there were dark depths I didn't want to explore. My passive
nature had been recognized, harnessed and cultivated by Lorna from day one
and how effortlessly her will shaped events around us was alarming when
viewed with the clear lens of hindsight. That there were further truths
hidden behind her version of events was a chill that crept up my spine
sometimes. I may be meek, but I'm no fool; Lorna's one-night stand -- if,
indeed, it had been just the one night -- would never have seen the light
of day if she hadn't fallen pregnant.

I drained the bottle of juice as I felt myself dive into those murky depths
for the first time ever. Had her overflowing remorse been truly for what
she had done to me, or was it for fear of losing me and with it, the years
of the subtle grooming she had already invested in me? Or worse, all just
an act? I could never have thought such a thing of my wife when we were
both still teenagers. Now, it seemed the more logical conclusion,
especially considering how our lives had progressed from that moment.

Lorna had been my guiding star after college and I rose through the ranks
in the computer world, soon moving with baby Luke to Silicone Valley where
I was one of the `nerd-pack' that pioneered the infancy of the internet. At
one point, I'd even had Bill Gates' personal phone number. Success and
moderate wealth had found us not just because of my talent but also her
direction, Lorna had angrily declared when we'd had our first ever
argument, ten years ago, when I had thought about taking an offer from a
fledgling rival company. I would probably be worth millions now if I'd
taken the job as the firm had quickly grown to be the market leader, but of
course Lorna had insisted I stay with the safe, stable option, pointing out
that her firm hand had steered us in the right direction this far
already. The cold hard truth of our reality hadn't stung as much as it
should have, because I'd always known it. The few college friends and work
colleagues I still held contact with at that point always made comments
about Lorna wearing the trousers and I laughed it off. It was how we worked
and we did work, I had always said.

But we didn't work anymore; I knew that much. As I heard Lorna stirring
behind me, I also realized that I didn't care, either.

**

After breakfast, we were heading out of the restaurant and Lorna turned
towards reception. She quickly swatted away my questions as she strode up
to the desk, where our receptionist from yesterday, Cliff, greeted us
warmly.  Hardly giving him chance to finish saying good morning, Lorna
launched into a tirade about the state of our suite, that it was dirty and
the linen wasn't clean, that she'd found hairs in the sink and a dead
insect under the bed. I couldn't believe it, none of what she was saying
was true! She then complained about the balcony overlooking the staff area,
making a big fuss over the smell of cigarette smoke and the noise, both of
which were massive exaggerations. I simply stood there, stunned and
appalled as she laid into the poor man, who didn't once falter with his
kind apologies. Once Lorna had finished, Cliff simply smiled that same,
friendly smile.  "I cannot apologize enough that our room doesn't meet your
standards. Please, take these two vouchers for the spa as a small token of
apology. One moment, please." Cliff deftly hit a few keys and checked
something on the computer.  "I'm afraid we have no other Premium Suites
available currently. However, I would be happy to upgrade you to our
Empress Suite."  "Really?!" I blurted out before even realizing I was going
to say it. Lorna was suddenly as sweet as sugar as she thanked Cliff,
praising his professionalism and his customer service. Cliff said that a
staff member would be up in half an hour to help move our things to the new
suite. Lorna gushed with thanks, then steered me away.  "Goodness, Frank,
what was that outburst for?"  "My outburst? There was nothing wrong with
our suite, it was perfect. You just lied to that man."  "Oh, calm down,
everybody does it, but I never expected an upgrade. So, I think it was well
worth it." Lorna was virtually purring as we went up to the room and packed
our things, ready for the move. When she was done, she waved one of the
free spa vouchers triumphantly as she declared another day of pampering and
that she would leave me to handle moving everything over to the new room. I
simply let her go, despite the annoyance at how she simply left me to take
care of everything. Finishing up the packing, I couldn't believe the stunt
she'd just pulled downstairs; I felt horrified that she'd spoken to Cliff
like that when he'd been nothing but courteous and friendly.  A few minutes
later, there was a soft knock on the door and when I opened it, was
surprised to see Cliff stood there, filling the doorway. Without the wide
reception desk between us, I now realized how much taller than me he was,
my neck craning upwards.  "Oh, Cliff! Is, uh, is everything alright?" I had
the wild thought that he had known that Lorna was lying, that we weren't
getting the upgrade, but instead betting thrown out. The imposing man
instead gave another of those winning smiles.  "Sir, I wanted to come and
once again offer my sincerest apologies, as well as be the one to help move
you to your new suite. May I come in?" I opened the door wider and stepped
to one side. Cliff rolled in a large brass luggage cart, brushing past
me. I closed the door and went to the suitcases. "Please, allow me." Cliff
hefted the cases onto the cart as though they weighed nothing and I
couldn't help but see how his arm muscles bulged and stretched the sleeves
of his polo shirt to their very limit. His muscles were impressive and I
wished I had even a little muscle on my own skinny frame.  "Listen, I just
wanted to apologize for the way Lorna spoke to you. She was in a bad mood
and all, but she shouldn't have taken it out on you. I also wanted to thank
you for the upgrade, it's very generous of you."  "Think nothing of it,
sir, I would have been angry if I had experienced such a lapse in customer
service. Your wife is a very strong-willed woman, she knows how to get what
she wants. I can respect that."  With the cart loaded, we exited the
suite. I let Cliff lead the way as he rolls the loaded cart down the
corridor to the very end. He uses a key card and shows me into our new
suite. A good deal larger and certainly even more luxurious than the one
we'd just left; I couldn't believe it. Lorna had tricked him into giving us
this room and I felt terrible. I fumbled for my wallet and grabbed a fifty,
jabbering my thanks as I pressed it into his large palm.  "There really is
no need, sir. But thank you, nonetheless." He pockets the note and
immediately starts unloading the cart. I can do nothing but stand there
watching.  "It's the least I could do, for this wonderful room. Thank you
so much once again."  "Not at all. If there's anything else I can do to
help, please just let me know. I man the reception desk until three each
afternoon. As soon as I return downstairs, I will update your key cards, so
no need for you to do anything else. Enjoy the rest of your day," he said
cheerfully as he wheeled the cart out and left me alone. The room was
spectacular and Lorna was going to be extremely happy with the results of
her deception. Normally, I would have started unpacking our things again
and have everything ready for Lorna. Instead, I left the cases where they
were and left, decided to go for a walk in the grounds, my head still a
whirl of thoughts. My mind was slowly ticking over everything, retracing
our steps through the world together ever since high school, taking out
stored memories, dusting them off and holding them up to the light for the
first time ever.  I couldn't help but feel a slender thread of revulsion
working its way through my heart now that I'd shrugged off the smothering
layer of apathy I'd never even realized I'd been carrying. Lorna's actions
had been efficient and calculated, of that there was almost no doubt. Her
angry declarations of how she'd directed us in the right direction held a
deeper, more sinister truth; that she had recognized some kind of
opportunity in me and then broken me like a horse, saddled me up and had me
transport her into a bright future where she could live an easy life.  Was
I supposed to feel angry? Fly into a rage and abandon Lorna here, flying
off to reclaim my life? The only anger I felt was at myself, to be
honest. I knew I was meek and passive, but to allow myself to be so utterly
controlled and used without even fully realizing it? I felt stupid and
powerless and alone. I wandered, slowly and aimlessly, almost not seeing
the beautiful flowers and lush planting surrounding me.  A hummingbird
darted around a bush just in front of me, startling me and pulling me out
of my thoughts and I stopped to watch as it zipped from one flower to the
next.  "-up to room 207, at three?" I started as I recognized the room
number, then placed Evan's voice. Suddenly interested, I moved closer, the
hummingbird zipping away.  "Yes, but it may be a little after, as I need to
clock out. But you must not say anything, yes? I could lose my job."  "I
won't tell a soul. Your job is safe. I'm looking forward to seeing you,
Omar." I heard the distinct sound of a kiss.  With their tryst organized,
either one of them could have found me snooping, so I straightened up and
continued, walking around the bush as though nothing had happened. Omar, a
tall slender black man wearing the familiar white polo shirt of the resort
had started to walk in my direction, but froze as he saw me. His eyes
filled with a wild and hunted look, but I simply gave him a smile and
wished him good morning. He returned the greeting in a mumble as he rushed
past me. Evan simply stared with raised eyebrows, surprised but calm.  "Oh!
Hi there, Frank. Uh, how are you?"  "Evan, I'm good, thanks."  The
conversation shrivelled and died. I had no idea what to say to him and
clearly, he was also at a loss for words. Yesterday's encounter and the
things I had finally come to realize were too fresh and small-talk wasn't
even considered. He'd rammed a big stick into the middle of the hornet's
nest that was my life and obviously knew what would happen after.  In fact,
thinking about it right then and there, I suddenly felt a spike of anger at
how anyone could have the gall to go in and fuck up somebody's life the way
he had. The lack of emotion I was feeling towards Lorna right then was in
stark contrast to the blaze of fury that billowed through me at that
moment. It was unreasonable and more than likely I was simply redirected my
anger at my wife to this man who I hardly knew, but right then I didn't
care. I knew his story, the parallels it held to my own, but nevertheless
right then I suddenly felt as if I could have punched him. Not that I'd
ever punched anyone in my life before.  "By the look on your face, Frank,
I'm not exactly the person you most wanted to see right now."  "Well,
you've unleashed a fucking shitstorm and I have no idea how this is going
to end, but you must have known that when you decided to blow my life
apart. Lorna isn't aware that anything has changed, which is how I'd like
it to stay."  "Why would I tell Lorna anything? But look, none of this is
my fault. All I did was show you the shitty situation you're stuck in. I
know you're angry now, but if somebody had been able to help get me out
from beneath the bastard I was trapped under years ago, I would have seen
it as a blessing."  "So, I should be grateful? You see a kindred spirit to
your own shitty situation and thought `let's ruin his holiday, his marriage
and his life all in one go,' is that it?"  "Jesus, cut the drama, Frank. If
you're having a tough ride right now, it's because you've finally woken up
to what was right in front of you and you can finally start living your
life. If there had been nothing wrong in your crappy little world, then you
would have told me to fuck off yesterday and carried on blissfully."
Evan's own face was now red with a flush of anger and his words blasted
through the core of me, the truth of them undeniable. But that didn't help
make me any calmer. How dare he shake the foundations of my entire life
then be in the right!  "Acting like you're some kind of saving grace, but
here you are at eleven in the damn morning picking up hotel staff for a
quick fuck!"  "And I am going to enjoy that quick fuck immensely! Maybe you
should give it a try, it's about time you realized you need --" Evan
abruptly stopped and I realized just how loud our argument had become. The
silence was thick with the anger both of us had suddenly released, Evan's
last few words still filling the air around us, the atmosphere electric,
like just before a major storm in the middle of Summer.  "You think I'm
gay?"  Evan's hands went up, suddenly the anger draining from him as he
realized the doorway that he'd just walked us through.  "Look, I don't know
what's going on with you, I never meant to imply anything. Jesus, I took my
own situation and pushed it onto you and I'm sorry if I missed the
mark. I... I'd better go." Evan stepped around me and scurried off, his
sudden yielding somehow angering me even more.  I stood, alone in the
gardens, the buzzing of insects and call of birds filling the air as the
anger drained from me, leaving a hollowness behind. I wasn't just confused,
I was bewildered, utterly blindsided and adrift within my own swirling
head. I sat down on a stone bench nearby and time just slipped past as I
tried to grapple all of the thoughts within me.  It wasn't the first time
that somebody had implied that I might be gay. I was slight of build with
reserved tendencies and an obviously overbearing wife. Before, whenever
this had occurred, I'd always just laughed it off, or Lorna had made some
quip and we'd moved on. But with the murky waters of my stifled memories
already muddied with doubt and newfound realizations, even more forgotten
moments from my past drifted into the light for the first time in years.  I
thought back to high school, to one of the few sleepovers I'd ever gone to,
with my friend Kyle. He'd kissed me and I hadn't stopped him. We'd never
talked about it after the fact, but just a couple weeks later Lorna had
come into my life, captivating me and we'd been inseparable from the first
day. Back then it had been a different dynamic; we'd been more like
friends. I'd told her about what had happened with Kyle and afterwards, I'd
just seemed to stop hanging out with him and we lost contact really
quickly. I remember how my opinion of him had pulled a full 180; the kiss
hadn't initially disturbed me, in fact I'd been kind of excited talking to
Lorna about it, but shortly afterwards my feelings had changed. On the rare
occasions before now I'd thought back to those times, I'd always assumed it
was just that, as a heterosexual man, the natural thing was to distance
myself from him.  But had that been Lorna, driving us apart and drawing me
away from him? If so, what did that say about me? If Lorna had seen such a
threat in Kyle to do something like that, then she thought that I could
have fallen for him instead. If they were deliberate, all of Lorna's
manipulations were aggressive and calculated. I didn't know for sure, but
this felt right.  My God, I thought as I sat there: Lorna not only
dominated me for my entire adult life, but she had even gone so far as to
skew my own sexuality, dragging me into her life and crushing any of my own
feelings.  I still remember the kiss with Kyle. I'd liked it.  I went to
the pool bar and ordered a rum and coke. I drained it in minutes, then
ordered another. Drinking certainly wasn't going to help any, but right
then I didn't care. I felt furious with myself, for being so weak that I
could be so utterly taken advantage of. Was I gay? Bi? I had no idea, but I
knew that I wasn't what Lorna had wanted me to be all these years. I
thought of all the times I'd look at other men, telling myself it was just
innocent comparison, or maybe just envy at their more developed bodies.  I
thought of Cliff's arms, stretching the sleeves of his white polo shirt as
he'd handled our heavy cases with ease; the bulge of his chest. It felt
wrong to allow myself to explore these thoughts, but I couldn't deny that I
liked it.  I sipped on a third rum and coke, already buzzed. My mind
meandered through past memories, things I'd either not noticed or
intentionally stifled. Sex with Lorna had always been more of a chore than
anything, which was why I was happy to let our sex life slide into
oblivion, telling myself I just wasn't a sexual person. The little porn I
did look at tended to involve a guy, rather than just pictures of
women. Lesbian porn had never done anything for me.  Pushing aside the rest
of my third drink, I stood up, feeling myself sway a little. I gingerly
navigated my way out from in front of the chair and walked purposefully
towards reception, and the elevators. As usual, Cliff is manning his post,
that broad chest with his large nipples framed either side by those big,
dark arms. He looked up and gave me that big, sexy smile. Because it was
sexy; I just never allowed myself to notice before.  "Hi, Cliff! Been
meaning to say, I like your arms. Like, I really like your arms." The rum
was definitely talking for me, but it felt good to give the compliment,
rather than just compare my own small physique to somebody else's. Cliff's
smile didn't falter. In fact, my compliment seemed to make it even
brighter.  "Thank you, sir. Is everything okay?"  "It will be, Cliff. See
you around!" I said cheerfully as I made my way to the elevators.  A minute
later, there I was outside of room 207 again. I knocked and waited, almost
giving up, but just as I was about to turn away, the door opened. Evan was
stood in a white bathrobe, just out of the shower and his look of surprise
clearly indicated that I wasn't who he expected to see. Then I remembered
his meeting in the gardens and looked at my watch. Quarter to three.
"Shit, I forgot you were uh... busy soon. Look, could I come in for a
minute?" Again, like the previous day, Evan stood to one side silently as I
entered. This time, I knew what I wanted to say, but even with the alcohol,
my mouth felt parched and I couldn't even swallow at that moment as my mind
couldn't even form the words. I just stood there, my eyes filling with
tears. Goddammit, all I seemed to do whenever I got into this room was
start blubbering, I thought wildly, which made me give a hoarse bark of
mirthless laughter even as the first sob left me. It was a bizarre sound
and Evan looked like he was unsure whether to comfort me or run out the
door, but as the first tear tumbled down my cheek, it somehow released the
words and feelings trapped in my chest.  "I'm gay, Evan. You were
right. Fuck, you've been nothing but right, goddammit. I'm fucking gay and
Lorna fucking knew and all this time she's played me like a damn fiddle and
if you knew then who else fucking knew and has everyone just been laughing
at me behind my back because I'm the last one to find the fuck out?"  I
stood there, shaking with emotion, the tears stopped as frustration rushed
through me and seemed to radiate off me in waves. Evan looked more likely
than ever to run out the door.  "So, yeah. Like I said, you were right. You
seem to know everything about me, even more than I know apparently. So,
tell me, what do I do now, if you know so much? Jesus, I should be thanking
you, but right now I feel like I could hit you, but everything is such a
mess and I know it isn't your fault, but-" Evan hugged me, wrapping me
tightly in his arms, still saying nothing. I suppose there wasn't much he
could say, so he crushed me in a bearhug as I returned his embrace just as
fiercely.  "No one's laughing at you, Frank," Evan says finally. "I was in
such a similar situation that something just resonated, I guess. Everything
came to the surface so easily; you probably weren't far off figuring it all
out for yourself. As for what you do now, I genuinely have no idea. It
doesn't help that you're in a different country, but maybe you can use the
time to figure out your next moves. Maybe even... even start to figure out
the gay part a bit, too." Without giving me time to think or react, Evan
pressed his lips to mine. Just a kiss, held for a moment, but I make no
move to resist. "I don't know exactly what you're going to be looking for
while you're here. Hell, you probably don't either, but I think we are
probably too like-minded for me to be of much help."  "What do you mean?"
"Sexually is what I mean. Look, I'm not saying you need to go out and have
sex right away, but a lot of guys, when they figure this stuff out, they
tend to want to test their new boundaries, even go a little wild."  "Make
up for lost time, you mean? It's still a little early for that, I'd say."
"Sure, but it happens a lot. Plus, I can't say that I didn't find you
attractive when we chatted on the minibus, but we're both from situations
where we happily adopted a submissive role for a long time. I'm a bottom,
Frank, 100% passive sexually and I have a feeling that you would need
someone more active to help you figure things out."  "I haven't even
thought that far ahead yet, but I guess it makes sense. I just have a lot
of thinking to do over the next few days. But anyway, it's almost three and
I know that you're expecting company. You moved pretty fast on that one, we
only arrived yesterday."  "Well, it wasn't all one-sided. Bajan men can be
quite forthcoming, plus they know that many tourists come here for more
than just the beaches and sunshine. The men have a big reputation," Evan
said with a salacious wink. At that moment, I had no idea what to do with
this piece of information, so I made my exit and promised that I'd see him
again soon. I wandered back towards the elevator, then rode up to our new
suite. The craziness of the day, coupled with the drinks I'd had a little
earlier just made me want to lie down.  I had just started dozing softly
when a firm knock on the door woke me. I wondered if it was Evan, but when
I opened the door, there stood Cliff once again. The size difference
between us, not just in height, really was bordering on absurd.  "I am just
finishing my shift and wanted to check that everything was in order with
your new suite, sir," Cliff said with a smile and for the first time I
could recognize how deep and rich his voice was. In my head, I kept hearing
Evan repeating the words `big reputation' over and over and without even
thinking, my eyes glanced downwards. I'm stunned by the sight of Cliff's
crotch; it's clear he isn't wearing underwear because down one leg of his
beige pants is the outline of his dick, pressing against the pale fabric! I
looked back up, mouth agape and in Cliff's eyes I could suddenly read the
desire and hunger.  "May I come in?" he asked, his voice low, the words
rumbling softly in the air.  Everything was moving so fast! Less than half
an hour before I'd come out to Evan, acknowledging a truth not even I'd
realized until that very morning. I'd said I needed to do a lot of
thinking, but I'm suddenly confronted by Cliff. Almost in a trance, I take
a step to the side and Cliff steps inside, closing the door behind him. The
air almost crackled with electricity, but again, I'm lost for words. Plus,
my eyes can't seem to stay in any one place but Cliff's crotch for more
than a moment.  The men have a big reputation. Evan's words repeated in
time to the bounding throb of blood in my ears.  "Hang on, did... did Evan
send you?" The idea wasn't completely unfeasible, but Cliff's deep, rolling
laughter lets me know it wasn't true.  "No, your friend is currently
getting to know my colleague Omar better. You met in the gardens earlier, I
understand. I'm here simply because I would like to get to know you
better. I was not sure how open to such an offer you would be, but your
comment as you came up to your room made me confident that I would not be
incorrect." He rested on of his large, dark hands gently over the outline
of his soft penis, and I watched, transfixed as his long, thick index
finger gently stroked up and down along its length. It was almost an
unconscious action, but the invitation was clear. Things were moving so
fast!  "Um, could I... would you like a drink? I'm going to grab a water."
I hurried to the minibar fridge and bottles clinked as I fumbled for a
water.  "No, I'm fine. But you are far more nervous than I had expected. Is
everything alright? Your wife, I have made sure that she will be looked
after in our spa until the early evening at least. Even if she decides to
leave early, we will be notified."  I was a little taken aback by not only
how blithely and openly he proposed I cheat on my wife, but at the level of
thought that had gone into this encounter. Funny thing though, Lorna was
the last thing on my mind. I was just not sure if I had the balls to
actually take such a huge step. Figuratively and literally.  "Cliff,
I... this is really new for me. Like, literally just today. Evan helped me
realize some things, but this is all... all so new." A thick, heavy eyebrow
jerked upwards, but his warm smile reappeared, like the sun emerging from
behind clouds.  "I understand. But I can assure you, what we will do here
will be like nothing you have ever known." He hadn't even acknowledged my
unspoken plea to stop, as there was clearly no doubt in his mind that this
would play out as he intended it to. He possessed a calm authority that
came in every resonant word, every movement he made and my whole character
responded to it instinctively. Without another word, Cliff opened the fly
of his pants and hauled out his soft dick. Against the beige fabric, the
dangling length of flesh with the wrinkled hood of his uncut foreskin
looked almost jet black, its size intimidating, even in this flaccid
state. I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights, not moving a
muscle, my eyes fixed on the obsidian member Cliff had presented me so
casually. Already, I could see it had begun to lengthen, reaching downwards
with each soft pulse of his languid heartbeat.  "Frank, I have had sex with
many men. Many have been experienced and eager, like Evan, but some timid
and inexperienced, like yourself. Ultimately, they have all wanted the same
thing that I want; the pleasure we can give each other, to exchange and
amplify that pleasure again and again, over and over." My body relaxed as
he spoke, his tone almost hypnotic, washing over me. My eyes stayed fixed
on his growing member, but the alarm was leaving me with every smooth
word. "Many men have been nervous, even afraid of what I wish to give them;
they believe they cannot take it, that it will overwhelm or damage
them. But they all have taken me and while none of them have been broken,
many have found it changed them in some small way." I'm transfixed by his
alarmingly eloquent words, held firmly in his orbit now, beholden to his
wants and desires. Reality shifts beneath my feet as we cross the event
horizon of whatever is happening to me right now; time somehow slips its
gears and suddenly lurches forward.  Cliff takes his burgeoning cock into
his hand, its thickening length even spilling over the end of his large
palm. With his thumb, he wraps it around the fleshy shaft and pulls
back. His foreskin rolls back, exposing a bulbous pink head that contrasts
with the dark skin of his shaft. He holds it there, an invitation
underpinned with expectation.  I take a step forward, then another, then
fall to my knees, letting the bottle of water roll away from me as I reach
out for it and Cliff's hand retreats, leaving his cock now half-hard,
pointing towards me but curving downwards beneath its own increasing
weight. His hand swiftly opens his belt and fly and he pushes his pants
down a way, thick dark thighs with short wiry hairs, a crotch of much
denser hair, just as curly, along with a heavy ballsac just as oversized as
the cock I am about to feel for the first time. I shudder as my fingers
slide around the heavy, thick rod of hard flesh, but not in revulsion. To
actually touch it, I could become truly aware of its size. My hand seems
tiny compared to it, my fingers curled around the big shaft but can't come
close to meeting. He is already as thick as a can of beer and at least as
long, but only halfway there, still a little supple within my grasp.  The
potency of what I'm holding in front of me, Cliff's entire body radiating
self-assured confidence conquers me. In front of my face, Cliff's growing
cock throbs and a bead of precum surges from the fat round pink head and
it's as though someone has thrown a breaker switch within me. With a
piteous whimper of need, I lunge forward and greedily shove the oozing head
into my mouth. The moan that comes from me is unlike any I've ever
heard. This is all I want.

Hunger and inexperience battle as I suck and slobber on Cliff's cock,
tasting the salty precum, the thing already jamming against the back of my
throat, but it isn't enough. With a strangled gurgle, I push forward, tears
springing from my eyes as white spots dance in my vision. I hear Cliff
groan above the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears as my gullet opens
wide and the swollen head plunges deep inside. My throat is stretched like
a balloon to make room for this invasion, but I'm a man possessed and I
can't get enough. Like a seabird devouring an eel in one go, I am greedily
guzzling down my prize. Inch after obsidian inch. I can't breathe, tears
are streaming from my eyes and my throat is burning from this sudden
assault, but all at once there are no more inches left; my nose presses
hard against Cliff's curly, wiry crotch hair for just a moment, then I'm
dragging myself off his length, cross-eyed and marveling as his dark shaft
just keeps pulling from my throat, seemingly without end. My nostrils flare
and eyes bulge, more tears cascading down my cheeks as the flared ridge of
his fat pink head pops through the ravaged ring of my throat-hole and I can
finally breathe again. Cliff drags that big head from my mouth with a slick
squelch and great fat ribbons of bubbly mucus dangle from it, hanging
between the blunt tip and my slack lips. There is an expectant silence in
the plush suite. I take a ragged breath, breaking the silence, the air cool
against my raw throat. I look up at Cliff's dick, now fully hard,
impossibly long and thick, still with a pronounced downward curve. The
black skin glistens with my saliva and mucus, wrapped with fat veins. I
can't believe that I had just inhaled it all like some professional
whore. The need I'd felt had threatened to overpower me, driving me
onwards. I gave a light laugh that Cliff echoed.

"Frank, I have never seen anyone do what you just did. At least, nobody
without substantial experience. You are very gifted." I lean forward,
already eager to repeat the experience, but Cliff gently but firmly cups my
face in his huge hand, chuckling as he kisses me, amused by my
enthusiasm. "Frank, to try and do that again now that I am fully hard would
likely cause you great pain, as well as damage. I would never want that, no
matter how good it felt." He kissed me again, hard, still holding my face
in his hand, pulling back to look me dead in the eyes. "No, now I will fuck
you." It is a statement, an absolute, with no room for discussion. Cliff's
hand around my face gently pulls me upward and by the time I am standing,
we are kissing passionately again, his hands sliding around my body,
pulling me tight to him. I've never kissed anyone like this, so completely
surrendering myself to them. My face cranes upwards to meet his, soft lips
covering mine, our tongues writhing against each other. He begins to
undress me and I follow his lead, until we are both stood naked and I take
a moment to appreciate the man stood before me. He is handsome. It feels so
strange, yet so correct, to term him like that. Previously, I had hidden
behind excuses to be able to look at other men, but it felt good to be able
to openly take in his masculinity, while he seems quite happy to let me do
so.

Cliff is not classically muscular; there is a softness to his shape but
that he is a powerful man is undeniable. His skin is the dark black-brown
like many of the Bajan men I have seen so far since arriving. His face is
clean-shaven, with a wide, thick-lipped mouth that easily pulls upwards
into a warm smile, like the one he is wearing now. His body has a light
dusting of hair across his chest and stomach, which forms into a trail that
flows down to surround his magnificent ebony cock, still fully hard, now
jutting upwards at a fairly low angle as it extends from his crotch, but
arcing downwards, as though its own weight is too heavy, and forms almost a
perfect arch, culminating in a shockingly pink, bulbous head, his foreskin
gathered behind the flared ridge.

I can't stand not to be touching him any longer and I step up to him, his
arms enveloping me as we begin to kiss again, this time with unbridled
enthusiasm. The hot, hard rod of ebony cock is pressed between us, against
my stomach and I'm undulating against it, feeling Cliff thrust against
me. Cliff has already told me plainly where this is going and all of my
inhibitions have been scoured away and I cannot wait for this.

"Oh my god, this is incredible," I moan breathlessly. In response, Cliff
sweeps me in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel the crack
of my ass nestle against the thickness of his solid shaft, then I'm being
laid down onto the oversized bed.

"Turn over," He instructs gently and I comply immediately, laying on my
stomach, naked. I once again shudder as his large hands begin to caress my
thighs, slowly spreading my legs further apart as his hands move
upwards. By the time he is kneading the cheeks of my ass, my legs are
splayed wide. "I knew this would happen from the moment you stood in front
of my desk yesterday. You are small and lean and I will enjoy taking my
time to prepare you for my manhood." Cliff's head had moved ever closer to
my ass, his words now tickling the light fuzz of blond hair on my
cheeks. Then, his tongue was on my ass, lapping over the sensitive
hole. I'd never felt anything like it! My fingers clutched at the soft
sheets as Cliff licked me up and down, then swirled his tongue in ever
tightening circles around my asshole. He pulled back and moved up the
bed. With a meaty slap, he let his huge, hard cock fall against my ass, the
head resting somewhere up near the small of my back, the weight of it
pressing into the spread cleft between my cheeks, the shaft gently rubbing
up and down so it grazed my hole. I stiffened, anxious that Cliff had grown
impatient, but he quickly reassured me. "Don't worry, it will be a while
before I will have you ready to take all of me. Fuck, it looks amazing, my
black manhood against your pale skin, knowing that I will soon be inside
you." He thrust a little more and I could clearly feel the ridge of one of
his fat veins rubbing directly over my puckering hole. It felt amazing, as
well. "You really have never done this before, have you? Until today, you
had no idea what you were capable of?" he said, almost marveling at it.

"No. I'm... I guess I'm a virgin, in that respect."

"But you move and react as though you have done this your entire life. I
have only taken the virginity of three other men, but none of them like
you. None of them were able to follow me completely, to give themselves up
and allow me to take them over completely whilst we are together, but I
know you will be different. I will fuck you and your body will give
everything to me even as every fiber of your body takes its own pleasure
and gives back to me a hundred times what I give to you." I sigh as Cliff
traces gentle kisses down my back, lower and lower, pulling his dick from
on top of me and replacing it with his lips, French kissing my ass, his
strong fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulls them wide apart, his
tongue pressing forwards and penetrating me for the first time. I can't
help but give a breathless pant as I feel him enter me. My hips buck
involuntarily upwards from the bed as I thrust up to meet him and I'm lost
to the movement of his tongue and lips on my ass, his thick tongue lapping
across me, then pushing inside me, again and again. I have never been such
a singular focus of anybody's attentions and I lose myself to it gladly.

Cliff draws back, panting as he rolls me over, stalks up the bed like a
predatory animal and we slam together, kissing deeply. I am so much shorter
than the dark, beefy man I'm almost buried beneath that his thick, hard
cock rests between my thighs. I part my legs and the weight of it pulls it
down between them, I can feel that it's slick with his juice, the big head
easily sliding into my ass crack, urging against my hole. I'm in a frenzy,
thrusting down against the huge, solid knob of flesh shoved between my
cheeks, but once again, Cliff takes my face in his hands.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Frank?" Instinctively, I know I am not
being asked for my permission. He has laid out in such a grave yet
articulate assertion of what is to happen that there is no other
outcome. But so far, only my body has spoken for me. Cliff wants me to
acknowledge my need for this to happen, to fully embrace what is about to
occur. This man is helping me unlock every deep and hidden part of me that
has lain in the shadows for years, knowing just what I need to hear and say
and feel. The connection I feel for this man that I barely even know is
unreal and I have never felt safer or more appreciated. He has walked me to
the cliff-edge of my true self and I gladly throw myself into the unknown.

"I need you to fuck me, Cliff. I've never needed anything so much,
please. Please fuck me, I can't wait any longer!" To hear the words
streaming from me, to hear such raw emotion in my voice is jarring, but I
feel a great wave of relief blow through me as I allow my mind, body and
voice to unify for the first time ever in their desires. Cliff plunges into
my mouth and we kiss once more, his mouth still wet and hot from where he
had just been French kissing my ass in the exact same way.

"We are almost there, Frank. if I was to try and fuck you now, I would
cause you much pain. I will not lie to you, I have a large dick and no
matter what, the first time I enter you will hurt, but to try and do this
right now would be selfish and cruel. I can hear and feel the need that is
filling you to bursting, just as you can feel my own. I must prepare you
more, because once I begin, I will not be able to stop; already, I must
fight to keep myself from plowing you right here, but this would almost
ruin you. Instead, we will take our time. Finally, I will take your sweet,
small ass and make it mine.

"I will turn it into a man-cunt."

The words rumble from him, almost ominous, like a slap to the face and I
even hear myself gasp and fall perfectly still, almost unable to process
the words he is saying. It's the last thing I expect to hear him say. I
never use language like that, it sounded so obscene, to refer to my ass --
to me -- like that. Cliff's smile is warm and kind and I can see in his
eyes that my reaction is no surprise to him.

"You look shocked, but you shouldn't be. You are just not used to thinking
of your body in these terms. This is not about making you less of a man,
but turning you and your body into the person you so clearly desire to be;
to give somebody else you power, to relinquish such a fundamental part of
yourself, is one of the most powerful acts anybody can perform and I feel
that you already understand this. You have led a life where somebody has
made you think this is not the case, but all it took was the slightest of
nudges for you to understand the truth. Your body is leading you and it
wants to experience everything that I have to give you, including your new
man-cunt. Within minutes of me entering this room, you had swallowed my
entire manhood to its root, as hungry as a starving child, as though you
had been waiting for this for years. Look at you now, still hungering for
me to thrust deep into you, to sate your burning need right even though you
know it would cause you incredible pain and harm." He's right; already, my
hips are once again undulating, grinding me against the big black cock
sliding exquisitely against my ass. "You don't just want me inside you, you
need every last inch of me, as hungrily as you took me in your mouth. I
could see this in you, even before you could. Your ass will open up to me
and you will almost drown in the pleasure I give you, just as I take that
same pleasure from you. I will transform your ass as I fuck you and
finally, you will take back control and be the one to fill your new
man-cunt with my seed."

Cliff lifts his hips, dragging his hard shaft from between my legs and
letting it fall heavily onto my stomach, then lowers himself back down onto
me, his considerable weight pushing me into the soft bed. My own hard cock
presses and rubs against his much larger member, the feeling incredible as
we resume our intense kissing, but already I miss his long, thick cock
burrowing between my thighs, seeking out my ass.

"I'm going to give you what you never knew you always wanted: a
man-cunt. Just a little longer and your ass will take me like your throat
did, but this will not be one hurried greedy plunge; I will give it to you
slowly, your ass will make love to my manhood, but even before I am fully
inside you and my weight has pinned you to this bed, you will already feel
yourself changing. Your ass will become your man-cunt and with it you will
pull from me every last drop of pleasure."

Man-cunt.

His words thunder into me, the intensity of them and the conviction that
girds every one as strong as iron somehow giving me strength.

Man-cunt.

He has described explicitly how this will proceed and with almost every
sentence, he pushes that word further into my consciousness.

Man-cunt.

I feel the truth of that word starting to crystallize within my mind, that
this will be exactly how he has described it.

Man-cunt.

By the time this is over, I will possess a man-cunt full of his seed.

Man-cunt.

The shock of hearing such a vulgar word used to describe what this huge
black man will do to me has quickly faded, replaced by something else
entirely. The ferocity that I already desire this is breathtaking.

This time, he does not even need to say anything as I feel him move; I roll
back onto my stomach, then feel his strong hands as they grip my hips and
slide me down the bed, until my legs slide off the end. He places my legs
apart but not uncomfortably wide and like this I have never felt more
exposed or vulnerable, but I'm aware that there is a strange sense of power
here, just as he had said; that as much as I want what Cliff is about to do
to me, this is a two-way exchange and I hold the reigns to his
desires. This revelation electrifies me as much as Cliff's tongue once
again exploring deep into my asshole, making me groan long and loud into
the bed's coverlet the angle allowing Cliff even deeper access inside the
warmth of my ass. I look to the side and the mirrored doors of my wardrobe
frame us perfectly: me, bent at a perfect 90-degree angle off the end of
the bed with Cliff knelt between my spread legs, his head buried deep
between my ass cheeks. I take in this lewd tableau, feeling his thick
tongue swirling and thrusting into me and my hips thrusting back to meet
him.

I feel him pull his face from my ass and where his tongue had just been,
there's now a new kind of pressure against my hole; more solid and forceful
and it slides inside of me without resistance. His finger is a very
different feeling to the soft probing of his tongue and I tense my hole
around it briefly, testing its presence inside of me, somehow knowing that
this is the first of at least several as he prepares me. For the first
time, the actual physical significance of what is happening fully hits me;
I can feel his lone digit inside of me and the intrusion, whilst painless,
is still very definite. His cock is much bigger than his finger by several
orders of magnitude and he'll be fucking me with it soon enough. My ass now
clamps around his finger as a shiver of dread passes through me. That it
has taken this long for any kind of apprehension to even cross my mind
almost makes me laugh, but at that moment, Cliff's tongue finds my ass once
more, joining his finger as they now both vie for space within me and this
new sensation makes me drop my face back into the soft fabric and moan. My
moan gets louder as he begins gently stroking his finger back and forth
inside of me and after a short while of this, I feel his tongue managing to
begin to press its way inside as well.

After several minutes, he pulls back from my ass once again and I know
what's coming. The pressure of a second finger replaces his tongue at my
hole and I feel the ring of muscle slide over its tip. It continues inwards
to join the first and I can't help but let out a gasping whimper of
pleasure as I feel the sensation of my asshole stretching properly for the
first time. I thrust back a little and at the same time push back with my
core muscles, as if I were on the toilet. Both fingers are now not just
inside of me to their very base, but it is as though my ass is pulling them
in and trying to grab for more. I clench once more and the feeling is
amazing. Behind me, Cliff gives a rumbling groan of appreciation.

"As I said before, it is as though you have done this your whole life; your
body knows exactly what to do, Frank." He once again returns to kissing and
licking my ass, even as his two fingers begin to gently slide in and out of
me.

I have no idea how much time he takes, feasting on my asshole as though it
is the center of his entire universe whilst stretching my asshole in
preparation for his member. A third finger, then eventually a fourth join
the first two and the entire time I am in awe not only of my body's ability
to take what Cliff is giving me, but at how this incredible sensation of
stretching and expanding never seems to cease, but in fact build up. With
each finger, I'm pushing back with my muscles and I can feel myself bodily
envelop his finger even as he presses it inside of me, whilst tightening
around his digits makes my asshole sing with some kind of feeling of
tautness that I can't even find a word for.

I am lost to a sexual voracity I've never known before and again and again,
I beg Cliff to fuck me, telling him how much I want his seed inside me,
declaring my need for him to turn my ass into a man-cunt with his big black
cock. His four thick, dark fingers now thrust in and out of me in long
strokes as Cliff spits a thick glob of spit directly at my hole, then dives
back at it, his tongue lunging inside of me as his fingers once more bottom
out.

By now, Cliff has been making animalistic noises as he eats my ass for a
while, but they have been getting louder and more forceful. I'm astonished
at the self-control he is able to exercise, even as I beg him over and over
to finally fuck me, but eventually he can hold himself back no longer. With
a final, almost savage thrust of his tongue coupled with a rumbling growl
of pure lust, he pulls his fingers from my ass and stands up.

Grabbing me at my waist, he lifts me easily, heaving me up and thrusting me
forward onto the bed. He doesn't release his hold on me as he clambers up
behind me, pressing me bodily into the mattress as the considerable weight
of his huge, hard cock thumps down onto my ass-cheek.

I can hardly breathe with the anticipation I'm feeling as I look over into
those large mirrors and see Cliff gently but deliberately reposition
himself, raising his entire body above mine, as though he is about to
perform push-ups. Looking down at his heavy black cock where it now points
straight down at my ass, his muscles tense as he shifts to supporting
himself with just one arm as he reaches down and grabs the thick shaft,
gently sliding it into place. My ass-cheeks part as his big, slimy head
presses forward and I feel my asshole kissing the blunt knob of flesh. I
can only imagine the thick precum that must be not only smeared over it but
also pouring from the tip, helping to lubricate its entry. I spread my legs
as wide as I am able to and thrust up at him. He reacts to my movement and
releases his dick, planting both hands firmly to either side of my head as
his hips push downwards, driving his huge, black manhood into me.

Instinctively, I push out with my core muscles, as I did every time Cliff
fed my ass another finger, but this time it's unlike anything that has gone
before. Too, too late, I'm realizing that, apart from whatever precum was
coating his cockhead and spit still coating my crack, this is happening
completely without lube.

But my ass feels as though it is reaching up to engulf him, whilst
simultaneously I am being stretching beyond anything I've ever felt before,
my hole hauled wide open as the entire head shoves into me and a jarring
cacophony of pain overwhelms me. White stars burst in my vision even as I
screw my eyes shut, tears spilling from their corners as every sensation is
blasted from me, leaving only pain as I give a long, piteous howl. Sweat
suddenly springs from my brow and I'm panting like a dog as Cliff holds
himself perfectly still, my ass muscles clamping spasmodically around the
massive girth of his shaft as my body tries to eject or accommodate this
invasion, but nothing is helping.

"Fuck! Oh, god, it fucking HURTS!" I yelp breathlessly as sharp bolts of
searing pain course outwards from my ass, beyond anything I could have
anticipated. Pressing my face into the coverlet, I grunt through gritted
teeth as I wait for another spasm to pass, then once again push out,
against Cliff's cock. The pain certainly doesn't stop, but changes
somehow. The needles of pain come less frequently and every time my hole
clamps around his girth, the pain lessens and that strange feeling of
tautness begins to sing throughout my ass, ever louder. My breathing begins
to return to normal and once again, I push out against him. This time,
Cliff pulls back just a little and as my hole relaxes back, it tugs against
the flared ridge at the base of Cliff's cock head, sending a jolt of
pleasure through the dimming pain. Cliff then rocks his hips forward
slightly and I feel that big round head push into me a short way, the pain
now receding and just a feeling of incredible fullness left behind.

"You truly are gifted like few other men, Frank," Cliff croons softly. It
has taken probably at least five minutes, but even I understand that what I
have just achieved is truly fucking phenomenal. I can't help but let out a
chuckle, that sounds more like a whimper as I look over at the mirror. His
arms are thick pillars of muscle supporting his weight with seemingly no
effort, Cliff holds himself above me and between us, his thick pillar of
black meat is now connecting him to me. Our eyes lock in the reflection and
as I give another whimpering chuckle at the incredible sight, Cliff smiles
and sinks just a little deeper into me. A shard of pain sizzles through my
hole, but this time, I clench it tightly and the pain is somehow squeezed
into that delicious singing feeling.

"Oh, fuck," mutters Cliff as I feel his cock throb and swell within me. I
can imagine that big head, pumping a glob of his precum into my ass,
helping grease the way for the rest of his monster to fill me. I push
upwards, both from my hips and with my ass muscles, as Cliff suddenly pulls
himself upright, making me gasp as the big head shifts position within
me. I look over to see Cliff now straddling me, just below the curve of my
ass. From his crotch his thick dark manhood surges forward, arcing sharply
downwards where it plunges into my ass. I squirm my hips as I explore this
new angle, whilst Cliff takes his time applying mouthfuls of saliva to the
obscene length of shaft that's still not yet inside me, making it glisten
like it had done when he'd just dragged it from my throat. His fingers
brush the taut band of my ass muscles, so tight around his amazing girth,
making me moan and my hole clench, which in turn makes him throb and swell
again, but this time there is no pain and my long groan of contentment
reflects this.

Cliff reaches forward, gripping my shoulders with his big hands. As he
leans forward, his huge cock is forced ever deeper into my ass, inches of
thick, dark monster cock driven inexorably forward. This time, there is
nothing close to pain, just the incredible sensation of so much cock
filling me, but suddenly, I am kind of winded by a sensation that is not
quite pain, but not pleasure, coupled with a sense of resistance. He
obviously feels it too, as he immediately halts, but gingerly tries
again. The pressure deep inside of me builds to an uncomfortable level and
he once more backs off.

"Don't worry, there's a bend in most guys, I'm pretty deep in you now and
as it's your first time, it can take a while to work through it. I know a
trick, but you need to trust me."

"Will it hurt as much as when it first went in?" I ask him, sincerely
concerned about that level of pain again. He still isn't all the way in,
this is my first ever time and so far, I've taken two-thirds of one huge
Bajan cock with nothing but spit and precum. I was damned if I was going to
give up without a fight.

"It should just be that resistance you're feeling, but we need to find the
way to get past it."

"Okay, what do I do?"

"Just let me move you into position," he said calmly. Cliff lifts himself
back up to a straddling position, but as he does so, pulls my right leg up
towards my chest. He goes slowly, making sure that he stays buried within
my ass. At this point, I'm actually enjoying the shift of positions,
feeling his dick moving and twisting inside me. "To help get through the
bend, we'll need to kind of just move around until we can find the right
spot, but let me know if it's too much. Sometimes it can take a while, we
can keep trying. Once I'm through, it should be fine. Okay?"

I nod and grunt my readiness, now laid on the bed and grabbing my right
knee close to my chest. This has raised that hip upwards, whilst Cliff now
gently starts to lower himself forward again, his angle of approach now
more to the left. His arms thrum with effort to either side of me as he
goes painstakingly slow, the pressure building in tiny increments, but he
doesn't back off. My brow knots together as this resistance within me
intensifies and I can feel the sweat on my brow once again. Cliff rolls his
hips slowly, which feels a little good beneath the steadily growing
discomfort and I try to gyrate my hips, but still there is nothing but
resistance and discomfort.

I actually hear myself give out a small groan of pain, almost ready to stop
him as I rock further onto my side and feel myself suddenly give way to
him. The abrupt lack of resistance sends his big, thick cock plunging into
my ass. I let go of my knee, straightening up in an instant as Cliff
crashes into me bodily and white stars once more burst in my eyes. I cry
out, a long howl that is more animal than human as I feel his hips slam
against my ass and his balls pound against mine.

"Fuck, Frank! Are you alright? Have I hurt you?" His voice is flooded with
alarm, but it barely registers as I continue howling at the top of my
lungs. This, however, is a roar of triumph, of sheer pleasure as I am
finally filled with every last inch of his huge black manhood. Cliff grunts
softly as he nuzzles and kisses the back of my neck, his arms curling
around me, hugging me to him, still not completely sure whether I am
injured at all, but regardless, his hips begin gently gyrating, his body
unable to resist, digging the thick, dark dick around inside me.

"Oh my god! I'm okay. No, I'm so much more than okay! This is incredible! I
can't believe it, Cliff; you're so fucking deep inside me and I love it." I
am lost to the incredible sensations, my ass stretched so incredibly wide
around the thick base of his shaft, his wiry pubic bush lightly scratching
my ass cheeks, his big round head lodged somewhere deep within me my
guts. I clench once more and I'm blown away as what feels like a thick
steel pillar bucks within me, swelling and reaching even further into
me. Already, his rhythm is starting to intensify, his big hands now
grasping my hips as his strokes grow faster and longer as his animal need
takes over.

"I was so worried I'd hurt you, but once again you just demonstrate your
capabilities. Fuck, that was just like... like... `Brugga-lax!' and I
thought I'd hurt you." I can hear that he is slipping more into his natural
accent, plus it's strange to hear him using the Bajan dialect, but I take
it as a compliment; that he is finally unleashing whatever beast is clearly
behind that mild-mannered exterior. "I got to fuck me this ass for a long
time. Fuck! I can't be believin' you didn't beg for lube. But just a few
licks of spit, so raw! It is how I most love to fuck a man, but I ain't
never before been able to do it to a man who ain't never been
fucked. Nngh!" He lets out a primal grunt as he firmly rams into me, his
hands now holding me down into the mattress as he begins to find his
rhythm. Yesterday, allowing someone to do this to me, to give them absolute
control over such a forceful physical situation would have never seemed
possible, but right now I am consumed by my need for this.

Cliff reaches for my head, turning it to the side as he leans into me and
we kiss, his dick pulsing with need as he continues to thrust into me, my
ass massaging its length as I repeatedly squeeze in time with his strokes,
silently implored him to fuck me. He gives a long, guttural groan that
builds to a snarling growl of pleasure as he shoves hard into me, holding
himself there.

"Cha! Gonna fuck yuh now," Cliff states bluntly, his Bajan accent now
thick, his deep voice dripping with lust. Whatever we had been doing up to
this point, fucking had clearly not been it.

Cliff heaves himself up, once more assuming the push-up position from
earlier, dragging his dick from my ass. Just as it's about to pull free, he
slams back down, every last inch now driven into my ass. His body becomes a
machine as he pounds me with a ferocity that his behavior up to now could
never have suggested. I can only hang on for dear life as he maintains his
savage assault on my ass, making me moan like a bitch whilst above me, he
is grunting and growling like a feral animal and all the while, the
rhythmic slap of skin against skin as his balls slam down with each thrust
and his crotch strikes against my buttocks. Our reflection shows a man
possessed, his thick black shaft like a giant piston frantically plunging
into my ass to the very depths, thrusting me into the soft mattress again
and again. His black skin shines all over with sweat and I feel the first
of many drops fall onto my back as he slams into me relentlessly.

I can only marvel at Cliff's endurance as I am thoroughly ravaged by his
huge, hard cock for what feels like an eternity. He begins to slow, but
only a little, still maintaining a vigorous pace, but now I am also able to
really enjoy our fucking and take a more active role in it, thrusting
upwards and clenching to meet his downward strokes. But as I clench my ass,
I can feel that something has indeed changed, my ass no longer feels like a
taut ring of muscle, something softer and more supple, still able to
squeeze Cliff's member, embracing it tightly, but the sensations are
deeper, more intense, somehow more profound. I can feel the friction of his
skin and the thick veins that wrap around his meaty shaft as they slide
into me, my ass hypersensitive, making me moan low and long as I press my
face into the mattress and allow the feelings to wash over me, squeezing my
ass over and over, caressing Cliff's cock as it continues to pummel
me. Cliff leans down, kissing the back of my neck and whispering into my
ear, telling me how good I'm making him feel.

I reach back and pull my cheeks apart for him, then slide my fingers into
my crack and gently contact my ass. As I do so, crackles of electricity
surge through my body and I give a low moan. My fingers quickly return and
I take a moment to feel the wet, thick, iron-hard shaft of Cliff's cock
repeatedly thrusting fully inside of me. With every upward stroke, pulling
from me, my asshole is dragged upwards, as if reluctant to let it go, but
as my fingers continue to delicately probe, I realize that this is no
longer an ass. Even with the wide girth of Cliff's black cock stretching
me, these are now puffy lips like a greedy mouth encircling his shaft, soft
and wet but also firm as they squeeze his length.

We must have been fucking for well over half an hour by now and Cliff has
not only fulfilled his promises to me, but he's gone so much further. He
has been as gentle and kind as a lover, before uncaging his inner animal,
becoming an almost inexhaustible fucking machine that has not stopped once
since he began. I would never have thought myself capable of enduring the
fucking he has delivered, but even now, I can feel that I want more, that
my thirst for Cliff's huge, hard Bajan Manhood is near unquenchable. I
thrust my head into the mattress, letting out another loud groan of
pleasure and a wide smile spreads over my face, my fingers continuing to
caress both his plunging cock and what had been my ass.

Because now, it is a man-cunt.

"Yes, you feel it, don't you? Your new, beautiful man-cunt." Cliff's voice
is brimming with satisfaction, the Bajan accent once again faded but I can
hear that he's also becoming breathless, his relentless fucking finally
wearing him down.

In one smooth motion, he pulls out from me completely, making me yelp with
surprise at the unexpected and sudden removal. Oh, how empty I suddenly
feel! He has been fucking me for so long that now, without him deep inside
me, it is as though an actual part of me has been torn away. My fingers
grope at my new man-cunt, and I can easily feel how wide it now gapes, my
fingers delving inside whilst my thick, wet cunt-lips bloom outwards.

Cliff's strong hands suddenly cover mine, pulling them free as he pushes
his face into my crack, his big, thick lips pressing against my new ones,
his strong tongue now sliding effortlessly inside of me. With his mouth, he
is now making love to the new man-cunt he has created; I feel him sucking
on my big, puffy lips, almost as if I am being pulled into his mouth as his
tongue continues to lap at the hyper-sensitive folds of my insides. With an
almost thick, wet slurp, he finally pulls away. My fingers cannot help but
go back to feel that his kissing and sucking have made my man-cunt truly
blossom, great billowing cunt-lips now kissing upwards.

"You were made to be fucked and I cannot believe any man will be able to
resist such a talented and beautiful man-cunt, Frank." He rolls over,
dropping onto the bed beside me on his back. His strong arms reach under my
armpits and he pulls me over onto him, kissing furiously, my mouth filling
not only with his tongue, but the taste of my man-cunt and his precum as
well. Caressing my face in one big paw, he fixes me with his gaze. "Come,
Frank, show me how well you can use your new man-cunt, because I know you
can. Show me how you fuck yourself on my Manhood. Make me cum for your
man-cunt. Make me fill you up with my Seed."

Cliff's hands gently stroke my body as I kneel astride him. Reaching back,
my hand barely closes around the girth of his solid length of dark cock,
slick with my cunt-juice and his precum. I heft it upwards, aiming it at
myself as I sink onto its full length, squirming as I feel it pulse within
me. Cliff's eyes close and his pink tongue laps at his smiling lips, a
perfect image of pleasure. I take just a little longer to enjoy every last
inch impaling my insides before I pull my legs out from beneath me, now
squatting above my big Bajan lover. With my hands against his broad chest,
drenched with sweat from his own fucking, I now take my turn. Cliff's hands
gently stroke my legs as I begin my ride. He is giving me complete control
of how much I want, but I want everything. I quickly build up a rhythm that
echoes Cliff's initial, furious pace he'd maintained for the longest
time. The room is filled with the rapid slap of my ass against his groin,
my breathless moans of ecstasy and Cliff's rumbling groans of satisfaction.

Not possessing Cliff's superior reserves of strength, I knew I would be
unable to continue for as long as he had, but looking down at Cliff's face,
I saw that I wouldn't need to. His eyes were screwed shut, his bottom lip
trapped beneath his teeth and his hands were now balled into fists at his
side. Short, growling moans were escaping him and beneath my hands, his
chest began to heave faster and deeper. Spurred on, I find reserves of
energy within me, pummeling myself on the entire length of his Manhood as I
squeeze it for dear life, willing his Seed into my man-cunt.

I see the exact moment his climax comes crashing over him like a
tsunami. His head snaps back, his back arches and he gives a strangled cry
that comes from his very core. His hands clamp onto my thighs and he slams
me down onto him, our bodies crashing together and impaling me fully onto
his throbbing member as his cry turns into a bellowing roar of triumph.

His huge black cock is bucking like a wild beast. I give my own cry of
triumph as I feel the entire shaft suddenly pulse even bigger, the massive
head so deep within me swelling and the first huge torrent of cum blasting
impossibly deep into my guts. Cliff's face is that of an animal, snarling
and growling, his eyes full of fire as he looks me dead in the eye and
slams his hips upwards in time with his cumming, again and again, unloading
his Seed in spectacular fashion into my greedy man-cunt.

Eventually, Cliff's colossal orgasm subsides. He really didn't hold back
and I can feel what must be one hell of a huge load inside me. My big Bajan
lover begins to laugh, even as he lays there panting and still coming down
from his orgasm. I allow myself to fall forward onto his wide chest and we
lay there, sweaty, panting, Cliff's dick still inside me but beginning to
soften. His arms wrap around me and he holds me tightly.

"Frank, you have no idea how good that was." I smile at his words, more
compliments than I've ever received before. I turn my head, nuzzling into
the side of his thick neck, kissing the warm, dark skin, tasting his sweat
on my tongue. He turns his head and we're kissing once more, now with a
gentle tenderness that electrifies me. "However, I have to go and you need
to get ready for your wife's arrival. I don't think we have very
long. Come, get the shower running." He lifts me easily from on top of him
and sets me down by the bed as he swings himself over the edge. His big,
black hands hold me in place for a moment as he looks into my face, his
warm, sexy smile playing over his thick lips. "How are you feeling?" I want
to say like I'd just been run over by a truck, but I kind of intuit that
isn't what he means.

"Good. No, incredible. This has all happened really fast, but I think this
is the person I should have been all along. But hell, if it had worked out
differently, I would likely never have come here and never met you, Cliff."
I lean down and kiss him quickly, not wanting to draw out the moment. I'm
under no illusions that, as intimate as it had been and as loving and
gentle as he had treated me, this is little more than a holiday fling. "I'd
better get in that shower. I think my man-cunt is starting to lose the
fight against all of that cum." To hear myself talk like this, so brazenly,
is bizarre in the extreme, but I had spent the past hour and half saying
and doing far worse. Plus, it was true, I could already feel warm wetness
on my upper thighs.

"I'll be right there, I just need to let housekeeping know that they can
come up in a few minutes." Even as I struggle to hold onto the gut-load of
Seed Cliff flooded me with, I turn around as I reach the bathroom
doorway. There is no mistake, this room has seen one hell of a fucking. I
know that it probably stinks of sweat and sex as well, even though my
senses have long since dulled to the odors. Cliff grabs up the telephone
and I catch him jovially chatting to someone, his voice suddenly slipping
back into his Bajan dialect. He has everything figured out, which is just
as well. The digital clock set into the mirror says that it is 17:18.

My god, Cliff has been here for over two hours and we have been having sex
for almost all of that time!

I run the shower, but quickly sit on the toilet, pushing out gingerly, not
knowing what to expect. The inelegant evacuation of Cliff's load isn't
quite it, but having been fucked by that huge black Manhood for likely over
an hour, I'm quite relieved that the rest of my insides don't leave with
it.

In the shower, I start to wash myself, suddenly feeling the effects of
being on the receiving end of a marathon hour-long fuck. My fingers can't
help go back down and feel behind me. It isn't as puffy or loose as before,
but there is no doubt about it.

I now have a man-cunt. And I couldn't be happier.

Not having seen him walk in through all the steam, Cliff's hands rub gently
over my back as he kisses my neck.

"Your wife will be leaving the spa no earlier than 6 o'clock and
housekeeping will have the room spotless long before then. I would suggest
going and getting something to eat, maybe a drink. This has
been... demanding for you, I'm sure," he says softly as his hands slide
downward, his fingers reaching and probing until he also finds my
man-cunt. "You like it, don't you?" He states, more than asks, as a thick
finger slides easily inside of me. I moan into the stream of hot water.

"Fuck yes. Cliff, thank you. I could never have imagined..." I can't even
think of how to finish that sentence. Cliff is a highly intelligent man, he
has expertly guided me far deeper down this rabbit-hole than I thought I
could ever go, all in the space of a couple of hours. He knows exactly what
I am thinking.

So, I simply turn around, facing the big Bajan man with his warm smile and
huge dark cock and we finish soaping each other in silence.

End of Chapter 01



A bit of an abrupt ending, but after a fuck like that, not many other
places to go, right? I have at least the next two chapters sketched out,
but these things can take a while, so be patient! I really hope you enjoyed
it and would love to hear your feedback. Just find me at the email address
at the top of the page. Xerxys