Date: Mon, 06 Apr 2020 03:19:57 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Battlefield, Chapter 1: Freezing Hot Meat

Disclaimer: This is an Adam's Gay Reader pulp story (#236) written by Kurt
McCord. There is no copyright on it, so I wanted to share it with others
before it gets lost forever. I have only corrected spelling and punctuation
errors.

This story is set in the past and includes sex between adult males of
different races and between related men. If this is unappealing or illegal
in your location, please do not read this story.


Chapter 1: Freezing Hot Meat

His stirring must have awakened me when he rolled over onto his back. We
lay side by side: he on his back and me on my side facing him. My head lay
cradled in his arm. My arm was across his flat stomach. I became aware that
my elbow had trapped his soft cock under it. I gently rolled his cock back
and forth with my elbow. I realized his arm cradling my head was gently
pressing my face into his armpit.

The smell of his armpit excited me. It was the smell of a man who worked
hard, the smell of leather and horses.

In our country, water is scarce. So often, when working range, we went days
without bathing. Often we smelled like raunchy goats. Perhaps a snooty
Easterner would have taken offense, but I recognized it for what it was;
accepted it. It was the strong odor of a strong man. I liked it.

I felt so good lying in the arms of a man, the blankets pulled over my
head. It seemed like I was in a safe cave. I could hear the muted sound of
the storm outside but I was safe and warm. Somehow the naked stranger had
saved me from the freezing cold. I certainly would have frozen to death.

When I had started from my ranch house, the weather had been overcast;
threatening but I really wasn't worried as I figured I would have plenty of
time to reach the line shack before it hit.I had told the men I was going
to check it out as we had had a report of smoke. I figured some stranger
was squatting. I intended to run his ass out of there.

When crossing Pine Creek, my mare stumbled, throwing me into the freezing
cold water. I was soaked. Letting loose a couple choice swear words, I
remounted. But we had only gone a few yards when I realized she had come up
lame. I thought to start back to the ranch but the line shack was closer so
I headed for it.

Then the storm hit. First just a few snowflakes, but then it really came
down. My clothes were soaking wet. The temperature was dropping fast. I
knew immediately I was in trouble. I had to make the line shack. The
drifts, caused by the wind, got steeper. Soon I was having to fight my way
through each one. When I stumbled, the reins slipped through my numb
fingers. The mare was gone.

I was almost blind from the snow, the bitter cold. The wind was slowing my
movements. I felt fatigued and knew my strength was ebbing fast. I fell,
got up, and fell again. Each time it was harder to get up. The cold was
bitter.

Now here I was stripped naked, all curled up with a naked stranger, warm
and comfortable. I was still half asleep. I kissed his broad chest in
thankfulness. By accident, my lips caressed the nipple of his chest. I
licked it with my lips, liking the salt taste left from the sweat of work.

My elbow worked back and forth rolling his soft cock against his stomach. I
was still drowsy, half asleep, but it felt so good just gently playing with
his prick. I half wondered who he was but was more interested in the feel
of his cock. I felt my own prick start to harden then press against his
hip.

He stirred, his breathing changed; I froze, stopping my gentle massage of
his cock. In a second, his breathing deepened. I knew he had gone back to
sleep. I kissed the nipple on his chest and sucked on it as a baby would.

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it started to caress the body I
slept with. His skin felt so warm, so alive. I ran my hand over his chest,
gently tugging at his nipple then down a flat stomach.

Without thinking, my hand slowly crept down until I felt his pubic hair. It
just seemed the right thing to do. I ever so softly took the soft prick in
my hand. I gently began to jerk him.

His breathing changed. For a moment I thought he had wakened, but then the
slow steady breathing of a deep sleeper continued. I felt his balls, loving
the silky feel of living flesh. Again his breathing changed. I stopped all
movement, just gently cupping his precious nuts in my hand. He stirred a
little, seemed to be feeling my caressing, then he drifted back to sleep
allowing me to continue playing with his nuts that contained his fuck
juice.

Again I clutched his cock and restarted my masturbation. I felt his prick
grow firmer, longer. It filled my hand. Once or twice he seemed to stir as
if in a dream, but made no move to stop me as his breathing continued its
steady rhythm. It felt so good alternately firmly pulling, then relaxing
his cock. I caressed his balls, ran my fingers up the underside of his
cock. I knew he could feel it as his cock got firmer and firmer.

I kissed and licked his chest with my tongue, then licked downward toward
my goal, running my tongue over his stomach and through his pubic hair. For
some reason it felt different from mine. Then, while holding his cock, I
kissed the head. I washed the head with my tongue. Again with my tongue, I
pushed back the foreskin so I could lick all around it.

I knew he was feeling it as he began to thrust his hips upwards in a
fucking motion. I took my hand away and lowered my head so I had the entire
cock in my mouth. I pressed hard with my lips and then relaxed them. Soon
we had a rhythm going. I knew he was awake from the change in his
breathing. As he fucked my mouth, I had the entire length deep in my
throat.

I felt him move. He put his hand on my head as in two hard thrusts his cock
exploded. I drank his hot jism as it cascaded into my mouth. I realized he
was drained as his hand relaxed on my head. I heard him sigh in relief, and
then realized he had drifted back to sleep. I released his limp cock from
my mouth. Then I crawled back so I was again cradled in his arm. I smiled
to myself as I knew I had pleased the man who had saved me. With the warm
taste of his jism in my mouth to remind me of his manhood, I started to
drift off. For a brief moment, I remembered the time I sucked my first
cock, then I too drifted back to sleep.

***

I awoke when I felt him move. The storm still raged outside. It felt so
good and warm with his arm draped around my shoulder and my face buried in
his armpit. God, he smelled good. I never wanted to move, but I forced
myself awake and stuck my head out of the covers. I gazed into his brown
eyes, set in a coal black face.

"Good morning," I said. I always was a brilliant conversationalist,
especially early in the morning.

"Hi." He didn't really talk, as much as his voice seemed to rumble out of
his chest.

"Man," I told him, "I don't know how you did it, but thanks. You sure saved
my ass. The last I remember was setting the mare free to give her a
chance. Then I hit something solid. I hope she is alright."

"The mare's fine. She came in, so I put her in the barn. She has food and
water. Then I started watching for the owner. In a lull in the storm I saw
you hung up on the fence, so I brought you in. What were you doing out in a
storm like that?"

"Well I started out to check on this cabin. I thought I could make it
before the storm hit. But the mare lost her footing in the creek. She threw
me. She limped when took a few steps. I knew immediately I could not ride,
so I tried to walk her. The storm caught me. When I fell again and again, I
turned her loose hoping she would find shelter. All I remember after that
is hitting something. I woke up here."

"You hit the fence, missing the gate by about ten feet. I brought you
in. You were freezing, so I stripped you, put you in the bed, and crawled
in with you as the best way to warm you up. You were one cold cowboy."

I said, "I'm hot now, thanks to you."

I ran my hand over his broad chest gently fingering his nipples before
letting it drift down over his flat-corded stomach. I was aiming to grab
his cock, but he stopped me.

His large calloused hand grasped my wrist. "Stop that," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "I want to play with your cock."

"No," he said. "I'm black. White boys don't play with black cocks."

"Look," I said, "I know you're black and I know I'm white. So what? I'd
still like to feel your cock in my hands. But I owe you a lot. Some men
just don't like to have sex with other men, so if that's it, then I'll stop
if that's what you want. Do you object to having sex with a man?"

"No..." he hesitated. "But I'm black."

I pushed my hand further and felt his curly pubic hair. I told him, "So
you're black. So what?"

"If you keep on and get me horny, I'm going to want to do things to you."

I finally had his cock in my hand. It was limp, but seemed larger than I
remembered it from the night. I liked the feel of it in my hand. I squeezed
it, feeling a slight response. I knew he liked having my hand caressing his
manhood.

Liking the feel of him I asked him, "If I get you horny, just what are you
going to do?" I squeezed his balls gently. They were too large for me to
hold in one hand.

"Do?" he answered. "You keep playing with my cock and that black cock is
going to ram right up your ass. You like a black man up your ass?"

I grinned at him, "Well now, I sure as hell liked sucking your black
cock. So, would you ram that cock up my ass?"

"Damn right. I've always wanted to fuck a white boy."

I looked at him in surprise, "I just thought of something. If, as you say,
you ram your black cock up my white ass, can my ass tell the color of the
cock or will it just know it's a real man's cock? I wonder if my ass can
tell the color of a cock."

"Man, you think of the craziest things. If you keep pulling on my cock,
you're gonna find out what a real man's cock feels like. Just keep it up
and you'll see."

I needed no second invitation. I played with his balls and ran my fingers
through his tightly curled pubic hair. I masturbated his firm cock with a
great deal of pleasure. I didn't know about him, but I was sure as hell
getting hot.

He growled from deep in his chest, "You asked for it, and now you're gonna
get it."

With that, he rolled on top of me; his big body pressing me deep into the
mattress. He was heavy, but felt so good. I love to have a body covering
mine. My skin tingled all over. He arranged our cocks so they were between
our bodies, then started a slow fucking motion masturbating our cocks as
they rubbed against each other. I grew hard immediately. In fact, we were
both rigid. I slid my hands down his back, tracing each bone of his spine
until I had both his ass cheeks in my hands. I urged him on, reveling in
the feel of his buttocks as they flexed and relaxed with each stroke of his
cock rubbing against mine and driving into my stomach. It felt so good.

My hands stroked and caressed his brawny back. I captured an ass cheek in
each hand. I squeezed them with each powerful thrust of his cock. He liked
the feel of his cock rubbing against mine as he dry fucked my stomach. Our
cocks were masturbating each other causing a budding feeling of lust and
desire. I wanted this man.

My hands caressed him, feeling each movement of his body. He supported his
chest on his elbows. His eyes were closed in concentration on his bodily
actions.

I felt his broad shoulders. Placing my hands on the nape of his neck, I
pulled his head down to meet mine. I raised my lips to meet his. I nibbled
on his broad Negroid lips as I made love to him with my lips.

He pulled back in surprise as if to consider what I was doing. Then he
forcibly flattened his lips to mine. My lips parted. I ran my tongue over
his lips. Again he hesitated before his wild desires took over. His tongue
dueled with mine. He grasped my head holding it immobile as his lips worked
over mine. Our tongues tasted each other, caressing, rubbing against each
other.

Desire and craving surged through my body. A slight sweat broke out acting
as a lubricant on our heaving chests. He drew back and gazed into my
eyes. "Never kissed a white boy before," he said, "and never fucked one
either. I'm ready now. I'm going to make you scream over my big cock."

He slid down my body between my legs, placing my legs on his shoulders,
raising his hips, making my ass accessible to him. He spit on his hand,
rubbed the spittle up the crack in my ass. I lay back in anticipation of
the penetration, slightly uneasy because of his size, but with desire and
wanting.

I felt his cock head press against me. The pressure increased. Try as I
could, I just wasn't relaxed enough to allow him easy entry. The pressure
increased. I felt pain as his head began driving into me.

He reached up, took my right nipple firmly in his hand. With a sudden
twist, he squeezed hard sending pain shooting through me. At the same
moment, he hammered forward with his cock and drove it deep in my ass. I
yelled at the pain in my chest and my ass.

He calmed me. "Just relax. The worst is over. My cock is in your ass, and
now we can enjoy it. Before I'm done you're gonna be begging for more."

I doubted it. He felt so huge, but now the pain was lessening. I felt so
filled, like nothing had filled me before. He held me there, my white pussy
embedded on his virile black cock. Hell, I didn't know if it was black or
not. All I knew and felt was that a real man'scock was in my ass.

He smiled at me. "White boy, you've got this nigger's cock in your ass and
I'm gonna go for a ride." He began to move, "I'm going to fuck you long and
hard."

He pushed his cock deeper into my guts. I felt it inch forward a bit at a
time. He was in no hurry. He just kept pressing his cock firmly, deeper in
me. I couldn't believe it. It seemed to go on and on, just probing deeper
in me. I heard him sigh as his hips ground against my ass. I felt the curly
hair rub my ass cheeks. I reached up and gently grasping his head pulled
his face down to mine; our lips met.

I ran my tongue over his lips. I felt them part. His tongue sprang forward
to meet mine. I sucked on his tongue as our lips worked against each other
savoring and tasting.

"You make me so hot. You like to kiss this stud with his cock up your ass?"

"Damn right! I like you: your lips, your cock. I like all of you."

He grinned, "You'll like me more before I'm through."

Slowly he started to move his ass. I felt his cock retreat. He never took
it completely out. My ass still captured the head. He slowly thrust it back
enjoying every inch as it worked its way up my guts.

But it didn't last long enough. In moments he was in full stride, rapidly
sinking his cock deep so his pubic hair rubbed my ass time and again. He
was starved for sex.

Abruptly he moaned, his head strained back, his eyes closed, and he
hammered hard one more time. I felt his hot cum burst forth. His sweat
dripped on my body. He shook with the force of his orgasm. His body pressed
hard against my balls.

Suddenly I was cumming, spraying my juice between us and gluing our bodies
together with my jism. He collapsed on my body, his sweat mingled with
mine. I held him in my arms, drew his face to mine. I kissed him softly on
the lips. We kissed gently but firmly as two people who have given each
other complete satisfaction.