Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2007 12:12:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Todd Wood <onmyback4mike@yahoo.com>
Subject: BULL LOVE - PART 2

I cruised home after my evening/morning with Zafar. Once home, I showered
and got ready for work and thought about our first meeting two weeks
earlier.

It was chance. I was on a business trip, dressed up pretty nicely, when
it was time to go to an hour long seminar. Sitting next to me at the
seminar was a rather handsome dark-skinned man. My first boyfriend was
black so my attraction to dark-skinned men was always a part of me. We
chatted during the seminar a bit and continued outside in the hallway of
the hotel. Turned out he was visiting from DC just like me. I was
instantly attracted to him. His features were very handsome, he was
considerably taller than me and, though very quiet and unassuming, he
projected a cool, confident image. What made my cock twitch was when we
shook hands. Zafar asked if I'd like to continue our discussion over
drinks. I said sure, but I'd go to my room first and meet him downstairs.
I wanted to get out of my suit and into something more comfortable. When
we shook hands, Zafar held on to my hand a bit longer than a straight man
would, I knew it and the look he gave me confirmed it. Being single and
having the customary bad luck finding a good top in DC, (seems like a
town with 80% bottoms) I eagerly wanted to drink with him AND I wanted
him to see my ass...that is to say my ass in some good shorts. Mother
nature gave me a "bubble butt" that top men love!!!

We met in the hotel for drinks. I actually saw Zafar outside on the
street smoking and I went to join him. I was relieved for smoking is such
a deal breaker and if we both do it, it won't be a problem. We smoked and
went in for a drink. Our discussion started with work then faded into the
personal. It was established we were both single, me living in the burbs
and him living downtown. After only a few drinks and conversation, he
began to hit on me. I went to pee and when I returned his stool was
closer to mine; he had ordered me another drink. As we talked, he made a
point to lightly touch my arm or leg. I was hot as hell for him. Finally,
when the opening was there I commented on being single...not finding any
good MEN in DC to meet. Zafar agreed, though he was brand new to DC, and
when he noted that "compatibility" was so important, I said, "Yes, I
cannot find a nice guy in DC that isn't a "bottom". He said he had
perused CRAIGSLIST for men when he moved and he also noticed the
abundance of bottoms. He said, "Good for a top man like me, but the ads
seem so vague and....". I dont' know what he said after that because my
heart skipped a beat. I was thinking to myself, "Invite me to your
room.....invite me to your room". As if he could read my mind, he asked
me if I wanted to have one more drink with him in his suite. I stammered,
YES.

We talked kind of awkwardly in the elevator until we got to his room. We
each had a glass of wine and talked some more, this time he had his hand
placed on my knee. He took my glass, leaned over and gave me a brief but
full kiss on the lips. It was very passionate, we held hands.He led the
way back to his bedroom, (he had a hotel suite with bedroom, sitting
room, etc.). I sat on the edge of the bed and began to remove my shoes
and clothes. He said, "How about a shower...get all nice and clean??". I
said great and he started the water. He returned and stopped in front of
me and while staring into my eyes began to undress. No fool about his
body, he deliberately took off his shirt. I let out an exaggerated low
whistle and he grinned. He then stepped forward and I reached out to
touch him. He was very hairy and his skin very warm. I ran my hands over
his abs, up to his cut pecs and down his arms to the ripped biceps. He
reached down and pulled my t-shirt off. He put his hand on the back of my
neck and pulled my face into his stomach. My hand was sliding up his leg
when I came to the bulge. Even under his pants it was impressive. I ran
my hand over it, kneading it to feel that it was real. His hand still on
my neck, he pushed my head down until my face was resting on it and began
to gently but firmly grind my face into his manhood. He let out a small
moan. He stepped back and told me, "Unzip my pants."

I did so. I undid the button and pulled them down. When they were low
enough, the cock I had gone through all of this to see sprang free.
Trying to put into words what I thought when I could finally see and
touch this massive rod is impossible. I had seen a long one or two in my
day, but his thickness just floored me. I would learn shortly afterwards
that he swelled to 9 inches long and a freakish 8 inches thick from base
to mushroom tip. I looked up at him, he was grinning. "Don't; be
afraid......I'll make real good love to you (I should mention he has a
fairly thick accent). I soon had my pants off and he led me into the
shower. Doing more or less nothing, I stood while he lathered me up with
bar of soap. He slowly kept increasing the temperature while we bathed
and it was soon pretty hot. It was while I was returning the favor and
soaping him up that he leaned against me, pinning me to the shower wall
and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth to play with mine. IT had been
over a year since I had had this kind of passion with a man, I was on
fire.The soap rinsed off I began to respond to the excitement that was
bubbling up in me. I started running my tongue over his body. I licked
and sucked on his nipples, bit lightly on his bicep and kissed his abs. I
got on my knees and licked up from his thighs to come to his balls. I had
to really open my mouth to get one in, then the other. I ran my tongue
under his shaft a few times, getting closer each time to the head. I
opened my mouth and quickly engulfed the head, then slowly pulled it out.
I did this a few times, but before I could think too much about what was
I going to do to get more of it down my throat he turned around and
offered me his very hairy ass ass. Running my tongue up and down the
cheeks, I took a hold of them. When I tried to pry them apart, he flexed
them shut. I tried to pull them apart but couldn't. He laughed and
relaxed. I guess it was the water flowing over him that helped, but I did
not think about it before I ran my tongue down his crack and gave his
hole a few quick flicks.

Zafar raised me back up for another kiss. He shut the water off and we
got out to towel off. Taking me by the hand, he led me back to the
bedroom. Following his nudge, I sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his
large hands over me while he kneeled down in front of me and began to
suck my cock. With no difficulty, he drew it all the way into his throat.
It was like having my dick engulfed in silk or velvet. I sucked air
loudly and moaned, pleasure tingling through me. I was beginning to
really want to go down on his thick slab myself when he pushed me back
onto the bed. I scooted back so I wasn't on the edge and he climbed up.
Once there, he swung himself around so we were 69 with his mammoth tool
above me. He never broke off from working on my cock.Hairy and very
heavy, his balls were soon being dragged across my face. I began to
nuzzle his big sacs while running my hands over and squeezing his ass. He
soon was offering the underside of his tool and I ran my tongue up it,
trying to fight the small amount of panic that was building inside me. I
was worried that in this position if he started to pump his prick into my
mouth I wouldn't be able to do much about it and would probably gag. I
still hadn't been able to get around my gag reflex. But I didn't have to
worry about it for long. Zafar rolled first onto his side and then his
back, pulling me with him. We were now almost at the headboard and his
enormous member lay invitingly beneath me. Holding it with one hand
mid-shaft, I lowered my lips onto the head and slowly pushed it into my
mouth. Just the beautiful mushroom shaped head filled half my mouth. The
feel of it and its perfect shape against my tongue elicited a loud moan
from me.

Zafar then did something that sends me to the moon. He moved his golden
tongue to my pucker and started to lick my manpussy. I wasn't sure if he
normally rims guys, but I had told him how much I liked it as a way of
saying that I was sure I would probably liked getting fucked.

Meanwhile, I was attacking his cock like it was my last meal before
execution. Again, I was in a trance holding and sucking this
mouthwatering freak of nature, my mouth all over it. I would bob on the
head for awhile and then greedily lick the shaft from one end to other. I
wanted more than anything to take it to the hilt, but it was just too
damn thick. A few times I did manage to relax my throat and get some of
it down, but probably not more than half of it at any point (although at
the time it felt like it was almost to my stomach). A tongue in my ass, a
stupendous rod in my mouth -- I was in flat out ecstasy. After several
minutes, I felt his finger, wet with lube, begin to rub my hole. It
dawned on me he had carefully positioned us so he could easily reach the
lube from the nightstand. The lube was still freshly cold, but warmed up
as he swirled it around my rosebud. His finger then found the center and
began to push its way in. At the first knuckle, he pulled it back out and
started over. "That feel good?" he asked. I took his cock out of my mouth
to answer, "Yeah, man, feels nice." He pumped it in and out and was soon
at the second knuckle, then third, then the fourth. "Need to get better
situated here." Zafar rolled off and I straightened out on the bed the
correct way, lying onmy back. He got a pillow and put it under my hips.
His finger went back to work on my asshole.  Once he had loosened me up a
bit, he switched to his thumbs. He took his time and never made an
uncomfortable move. His thumbs worked my rosebud over for 10 minutes or
longer. He then put a little bit more lube on my ass -- and a lot more on
his cock. It was time. He got on his knees and put the head lightly
against my hole.

Even after having those fingers opening my sphincter up, I wasn't
entirely ready for his massive head to slip in. He teased me with it,
sliding it deliciously over my hole. He would push it a little, then
tease some more. He repositioned himself, with one hand lining up his
cock and the other cupping my neck as he came down for a long,
overpowering kiss. I was completely covered and restrained by his smooth,
ripped, chocolate body. I could only move my hips a little. There was
nothing for me to do but suckon his tongue snaking into my mouth and wait
for him to sink the shaft into me.

I was rubbing the firm curve of his ass with the tops of my feet when
again his hips pushed forward and the pressure ratcheted up on my
sphincter. This time instead of withdrawing he simply paused. "Okay,
baby. Better start pushing and you better push hard." I did and was
rewarded with his head slipping into my ass. I gasped not a little (hey,
you'd gasp too if a cock as thick as a can of shaving gel slid into your
ass) and while the feeling of that head pushing in had been great, there
was a lot of pain too. Yet, I didn't want to be a pussy and say something
to wimp out. I slipped one arm around his neck, the other hand went to
his waist (which was as high as I could reach), and squeezed my knees
against him as more of it filled me. It took him about 20 minutes to get
just over half his manhood into me.

He pulled back the third or so in me and then started to pump. The veins
were so thick they were noticeable sliding past my sphincter ring. My
legsrubbed his hips, feeling the butt muscles tense as he pushed in. I
could feel his abs against my own stomach. I wanted to ride him at one
point, so while his cock was thrusting up into me I could rub my hands on
his hairy pecs. If only I lasted through the rest of his cock.It still
felt more pleasurable than painful, but it was a close call. I reached
down to feel how much was left and found only a few inches. My cock was
limp at the moment, the discomfort had distracted me. "Fuck I can't
believe you've got that much in me, don't know if I cantake..." My man
let the next pump continue and the pain flared up. "Shit, shit shit!" I
gasped as I was overwhelmed. He stopped and held it and I realized I
could feel those heavy hanging nuts of his on my ass. He had it in. He
had his entire tree trunk of a cock buried in my ass. In my mind I could
see exactly what it looked like, with his dark cock stretching my pale
hole wide open.

He started to pump, keeping most of his cock in. The pain was almost as
bad as before. "It willfeel much better now" He kissed the corners of my
eyes, which were tearing up. He started pulling it almost out and pushing
it back into me. Soon he had a nice, steady rhythm and I began to think
he was going to cum soon. My cock sprang up at the thought. He let out a
moan. I began to push back against him, being careful not to slam his
cock too deep. Our two stomachs where slick with sweat, his abs rubbing
my cock in a just fantastic fuckingway. I couldn't hold out anymore and
decided if I let him know I was about to cum it might trigger his.
"Fuck...Yes!.... Yes!" I then had one of the most powerful orgasms of my
fucking life. And he kept right on fucking me. I was too spent to care
for a minute, the last of my cum dribbling out of my shrinking cock.

He stopped and I thought I was going to get a break. "Time for mine. Roll
over" He pulled out and got on his knees while I numbly rolled onto
mystomach. I was starting to come back to earth and wondering if he would
give me a break. The pillow really put my ass in the air. I waited too
long to say anything - he quickly slid his cock back into my ass and
began to pump. Slow, deep thrusts. He leaned down so I could feel his
breath as he said, "God, Tom, it's heaven inside you". Zafar was laying
on me, his hot, sweaty muscles against my ass cheeks as he pumped this
huge dark snake into my bowels. Like a pair of man tits, his incredible
pecs were on my back. He got back on his knees. He pulled it out all the
way a few times, then slid the head and shaft back in. That is my
favoritepart of getting ass-fucked, the feeling as the head buries itself
into my rose bud. He got my hips in those strong soft hands and began to
plow steady and deep. The strokes were getting faster and I realized with
amazement that while there was still that semi-discomforting feeling of
needing to take one enormous dump (say, like a 9 by 8 inch dump), it
nolonger had any of the sharp pain. In fact, it was almost like getting a
massage on my sphincter at this point. This had to have gone on for a
good 10 minutes, this steady, fast pumping of his cock into my butt. Then
there started to come a few really hard, deep thrusts that brought back
some of the pain (whenever I read about guys getting fucked by horse-cock
guys that don't mention the pain, I figure they either left out the part
where they got fisted before or are just bullshitting. Unless you are
really tall, no one easily takes 9 or more inches of pipe without some
prep. Trust me.) A wave of pre-orgasm shivers ran through me. It didn't
hurt that my hard cock was being rubbed against satin pillow sheets. I
started to cum and actually said out loud "knock me up, make me
yours.....".

My orgasm was subsiding and I was trying to figure out way to stop my
over sensitive dick from rubbing on the pillows anymore when he tensed
up. His cock pumped several times in me as he let his sperm fill me up.
He kept his tree trunk deep in me and held it there. With his body locked
over me and his hard cock in me, it was like being engulfed by muscles.
Knowing my sexual cycles, I knew I could have another orgasm (my third)
right away. Before too long he was sure to start going limp, so I nudged
him onto his back. When I had difficulty getting enough space to work
hiscock to my ass he gently took a hold of me and lifted me up. I guided
his cock to my completely gaping hole and he set me down on it. He let go
when my knees could take over. With my hands on his pecs, I sat down on
his cock. Mine was still hard from the last session. Like riding a horse,
I was soon pumping his hardening dick with my butt. My hands rubbed his
cut torso and it wasn't long before I had to grab a hold of my cock with
one. Sitting, I pushed all of his cock back up my ass as I started to
cum. Less than 10 minutes after starting my cock was spurting onto his
hairy torso.There was a delicious feeling to his cock sliding out of my
ass. A second load of love shot from Zafar up into me. I dropped to the
bed and thought about the momentous moment I had just had. Before long I
wasasleep, awaking when the room started to brighten. We tried one more
time, but I was too sore in the morning. We smoked and talked the morning
away.

I had to return to my room and dress for the day's activities. Zafar had
the same kind of day ahead except that he was scheduled to stay in NYC
one more night whereas I was checking out that afternoon. As I dressed
and prepared to leave his room, strangely paranoid that I totally had
this "fuck of my life" air about me, I fumbled for words, "Maybe we
should meet in DC when we get back"....

He faced me, put his hands on my shoulders, french kissed me like we
were lovers of 20 years and said, "Absolutely. And, if you want, you
would be welcome to bring your bags here after checkout if you wanted to
stay one more night in New York....with me".

"Okay..." was all I could muster. I went to my room, my asshole very
sore, the smell of cum everywhere and wondering if this guy was for
real?? It seemed like a dream. Reality set in, though, when I realized my
hole was gaping and for the first time in my life I had bareback sex with
a stranger. Maybe he wouldn't be a stranger for long.

Write me at onmyback4mike@yahoo.com. This is a true story of two men
finding love.