Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2023 02:30:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fleshcrafting a Black Boyfriend

Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually
explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where
you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use
protection. In today's story, a slim and shy White man forms a friendship
with a muscular and outgoing Black male who is his new neighbor. They both
have dreams of being a relationship with each other, but they keep their
dreams to themselves. They prefer to keep them a secret to preserve the
friendship they share until they come upon an unusual salon that offers
them a chance of a lifetime. If this sounds like something you wish to
read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another
story to read.

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Fleshcrafting a Black Boyfriend

I am a hypocrite. I am not into social media and am clear on that with
everyone I know of. I am not going to friend or follow anyone: not a
coworker or friend or a relative. I just won't. This is a lie because I do
use social media. I just don't create content. I don't upload any videos or
photos. Rather my activity is limited to following and I use a generic
picture for my profile pic. Nearly everyone I followed had a singular
prevalent theme: muscular men. To be specific in four words: shirtless
muscular Black men.

When I was 25, I moved into an apartment. I was shy about getting my own
place, but my parents felt it was time. I was just a couple of years out of
graduate school with a Master's and a handful of months from finding
employment in the IT department at a law office where one of Dad's
acquaintances was a partner. To be clear, it was not the same firm that he
himself worked at though. They sat with me and made their opinions
known. Mom says, "Wouldn't you like to do what you want? Eat what you want?
Watch what you want?" Then Dad, "Maybe meet the man of your dreams?" My
parents were eager for me to be more independent and perhaps break my
timidity. Not really. Our complex had a monthly mingle with free food and I
went only for that reason. Just in and out before anyone struck up a
conversation with me. If anyone spoke with me, I kept it as brief as
possible.

I enjoyed my solitude and the quiet. My neighbor Nate was neither. He was a
nuisance because it seemed he had a party at his place every weekend. How
many people were in that place? It seemed like there was over a hundred at
his place. It was unbearable most times and it was frustrating that he kept
the boisterousness to a degree just below the level that would warrant
action by management. Many times, I wanted to confront him, but he was
bigger than me. What hope did I have?  I tolerated it as best as I
could. Thankfully, he did leave a few weeks after I moved in. It wasn't
through the power of eviction though. Word was that he found a house and
would be taking his style of fun with him.

The apartment catercorner to mine, what used to be Nate's, wasn't vacant
for too long. I saw movers bring in stuff as I was heading to the dumpster
to throw out yesterday's pizza box. I waited with trepidation as to who my
neighbor was. As the days passed, I never saw who this new resident
was. Gender? Age? Orientation? Hobbies? I knew nothing, but I knew that I
preferred this person over Nate even though I never saw them. The parties
were gone, and the accompanying noise level was at an acceptable level. The
only hint about my neighbor I got was that there was a purple car, the hue
of my favorite type of jelly. There were no decals or bumper stickers
except for one bearing the emblem of a neighborhood civic club and one of
our apartment complex. That didn't tell me much. Oh well, better than
before though. A week later, I finally got my first gleam of the new
neighbor.

I was making a stop to the mailboxes when a muscular Black man of medium
brown complexion came by. His hair was in a crew cut, and his face was
cleanshaven. He wore blue gym shorts with white trim and a white tank with
black trim. He said nothing except, "Um? Excuse me. I need to get to my box
there." His voice was just as stunning as his voice. I was standing to the
side as I used the ruse of reviewing my mail to check him out. I just hoped
I wasn't being obvious in why I was sticking around.

Mmm, Look at those arms and legs. Pronounced pecs highlighted by the
lightly snug tank. I was in a haze until he said with an awkward smile,
"See you around." I snapped out of it and blurted, "Okay." I stood still as
my mind tried to process what was happening and my eyes tried to keep the
imagery as long as possible as I watched him go around the corner. Despite
being here for six weeks, I had never eagerly spoken with any resident.
Speaking of around, check that out. His buns were voluminous and very
round. Ten out of ten stars in my book.

I headed back to my apartment and stayed my distance from him as I saw him
walk to the left, then another left. He was leading me back to my side of
the complex. I saw him race up the same set of stairs I had often tread. I
saw his feet before the door closed. It was the same door which was
catercorner to mine.

Moments later, I was back in my own apartment. I closed the door, and I
remained in the entryway. What was happening? This had to be some prank,
right? I used to have a neighbor that annoyed me. Now, I get a neighbor who
was the embodiment of my muscular Black male cravings. He easily reminded
me of the men I checked out online.

What's wrong with you Derek Rion Edwards? You got to get your mind out of
the clouds if you two are going be neighbors. You can't keep looking at him
like that every time you cross paths. He'll think you're a perv for Black
men.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't dream of him that night. In the days
that followed, I saw him occasionally. Every time, we'd smile and exchange
quick hellos. Nothing more. My days always seemed to brighten whenever he
greeted me with that carefree smile of his.

I had been out for the past five years. My parents told me that they
weren't surprised and revealed that they had known for years because I had
strong wandering eyes and mind. Occasionally, when we went to the grocery
store, I'd check guys out. When we went to a department store, how many
times did I visit the men's section and linger among the underwear racks?
To them, me being gay was the world's worst kept secret. They hugged me and
said they would love me no matter who I was or where life would lead me. As
a result of my shyness, they were the only ones who really knew. I never
attended Pride Fest or attended the Parade.

During all these years, I had never been in a relationship. How can I be in
a relationship when friendships were difficult for me? I only had a handful
of friends, and they were all in the writing club I belonged to in high
school. There was a neighborhood boy my age I was great friends with who
lived two doors down. However, he moved away when I was 14. In college, I
got along fair with my roommates, but that doesn't equal friendship. Little
did I know that both were just around the corner.

A few weeks later, another social was thrown. This one was for Labor
Day. Time to make an appearance. I got in line and who got in behind me,
that same guy. "Hi there." I had no idea he was behind me because I was
focused on getting in and getting out as discreetly as possible. I turned
around and there he was. I was 5'8" with narrow shoulders and unremarkable
musculature. My new neighbor broad-shouldered and muscular and he had to
have been about 6'2". I felt overwhelmed by being so close to him. At least
he was wearing regular clothes today, but they didn't do much to hide the
fact that he was a man of my fantasies. He wore grey cargo shorts of camo
print and a navy-blue tee with the shape of a heart on it. What's more, the
heart had the colors of a rainbow. Was it possible? Anything's possible. I
look at the heart then back at his face. Another neighborly smile and a nod
with a mm-hmm to tell me that I was right. He was as into guys as I was.

We got our foam boxes, and they were filled with brisket, sausage, potato
salad and green beans. He motioned for me to sit with him at one of the
picnic benches. Others were sitting by the pool or wherever they were able
to find room or heading back to their apartments.

The two of us sat across from each other and he reached over and introduced
himself, "Lucas Brody." I accepted his hand, "Derek Edwards, but I go by
Rion since Dad's also a Derek." He raised an eyebrow and said, "Nice to
meet you, Rion. Been living here long?" I replied, "Just six weeks." Lucas
looked around and asked, "They do this often?" I said, "Something like
that." Another raised eyebrow and I explained, "There's a monthly get
together on the third Monday of the month for birthdays. Don't worry, no
birthdays are mentioned. It's all voluntary. Don't mention it, just mention
that it's your month, day, age. It's all your choice." My birthday wasn't
until October 10 so I had plenty of time to decide what I should say. He
said, "Then I have something to look forward to. My birthday is this month
on the 19th. I'm turning 32."

Lucas looks into my eyes, "What do you do for a living?" I answered, "IT at
a law firm. You?" He answered, "Teacher. High school biology." I smiled,
"That was one of my favorite subjects. Hobbies?" He answered, "Video games,
watching stuff on TV or going to the movies, reading books. That and
working out about four times a week." He passionately spoke of his routines
which flew over my head. I just blankly nodded. I liked video games and
watching TV or movies. Heading to a gym to work out? I was more likely to
visit the moon. He asked, "What about you? What do you like?" Thrown off
guard, "Bla...ying video games. I watch TV and movies also. Books too. I
also go to the movies every now and then, but there hasn't been anything
I'd like to see in a while." There's that smile again, "Cool." He looked
around and then at the empty carton, "That's that." I enjoyed myself and I
think you did too." He got up and so did I. We put the empty foam
containers in the trash bin and walked down the path together to our
apartments. We reached our doors and paused. He jerked his head, "Catch ya
later Rion." I answered, "Bye. See you out there." Open doors, enter, and
lock.

I let out a puff of air as I made a beeline towards one of my recliner
chairs, the one on the left. I leaned back and placed my hands on my
face. I nearly blurted that I liked Black men, and my tone would have given
away my infatuation. That would have been embarrassing. I wanted to get to
know Lucas as a person. I did not want him to think that I liked him only
for his body.

My close interaction with those of African ancestry had existed for
years. My memories rewound until they started to become hazy. Always
present, an image of me and my parents. There was me, my mom, and my dad or
rather stepdad. He was a Black man named Derek Thomas Edwards. My mom and I
were not.

I never knew my biological dad, Eugene Rion Grant. By the time I was born,
he was out of the picture along with the rest of his family. There were
only two remnants of him that remained, both in me. First, I was a Rion
like all men in his family. Second, it was said that my appearance greatly
favored Eugene's whom I always called "other dad". The only elements to my
appearance I picked up from Mom were my ears, eyes, the bridge of my nose,
and my hair's curly texture. It was hoped that by agreeing to the name of
Rion, it was the start of a journey as a family, but dreams don't often
become true.

Mom had a wonderful support group which consisted of friends and other
young mothers because her family lived out of state in South
Carolina. There was also her great lifelong friend Sharon Vance whom she
met in college. She had come here to study and never left. Even after
Eugene was gone, she decided to remain. Her supporters were going to do
everything in their power to be there for us. She soon longed for
companionship and began her quest by attending meet and greets for
singles. There was no success to be found there. The men she was interested
either did not click with her or they detested the idea of possibly raising
another man's son.

She met her future husband and my future dad. through her great friend
Sharon whom she met in college. She had a male friend of hers who was
single, and she believed this man might be someone Mom would like to
meet. "I hadn't seen Derek in ten years, not since we graduated high
school. He recently passed the bar specializing in family law." She then
shared the hobbies her friend was interested in such as discussing current
events, reading, and gardening.

Sharon was right. Derek sounded like a man that she would like to meet, and
a meeting was set up which was a casual lunch at Café Seine, a little
French bistro in midtown, the following Saturday.

Separate cars were taken. Mom was the first to arrive. Within minutes, a
handsome Black man came up the walkway. His hair was in a buzz cut and he
sported a circle beard which was as trimmed as the hair on his head. His
complexion was very dark, and he had an athletic build. They had caught
each other's eyes right away. He wore grey pants and a blue polo. She wore
a teal blouse and tan pants. They exchanged smiles and resumed looking
around, looking out for someone. Other than this, they didn't think too
much of each other's presence. Yet the minutes passed. Apparently, the one
they were meeting was delayed. She broke the silence between them to ask
him, "Waiting for someone?" He nodded, "Sure. My friend from high
school. She set up a lunch get together with a friend of hers." They looked
at each other and she asked, "Derek?" An amused expression crept upon his
face, "Adeline?" They burst out laughing and were unaware that Sharon was
walking their way, "Sorry for running late. I see you two've already met."
They then walked inside to have lunch, sandwiches, and salads all around. I
don't mean this to sound like a fairy tale, but they hit it off very
well. The true test was later. I was that test.

The months had passed by, and they would meet for lunch or a coffee or
dinner or a movie, always arriving in separate vehicles. They decided it
was time that he meet me. She was prepared for the dreaded stranger alarm
from me. A baby meeting new people is always a challenge.

"Come on in." It was the tenth time that Derek and Mom got together, but
this was the first time that he visited her at the house which, at the
time, she was renting from the next-door neighbor on a lease to own
contract. She had tried out a new recipe and was looking for someone to
share in the experience. The meal was excellent. She loved baking and
cooking. She brought out a pan of almond cake. Afterwards, she brought him
into the nursery to meet baby me. I look up and see the new face. It is so
different from the faces I had seen, and she was prepared for the
panic. None. Not even a hint. She is fond of recounting that I had raised
my little arms and waggled my little fingers at him clearly wanting him to
pick me up. Thus, he reached down and picked me up and I rested my head
against his chest. Soon, I was asleep in his arms. Perhaps it was a sign
that they had a future together.

More and more dates which led to staying over for the night resulting in
staying for several days, then longer periods, until he moved in and there
was serious talk of engagement. There was also the fact that I was starting
to talk, and I was calling him Dada without hesitation. Around the time I
turned two, they got married and I served as ringbearer.

Mom took his name completely, no hyphen. Derek adopted me as his son, and
they started to call me Rion to differentiate me from him. That must have
been another sign that we were meant to be family. We shared the same first
name. There was confusion at first, but I soon accepted the name
change. The years passed and we grew as a family.

Derek Edwards is the greatest father a boy could ask for. He walked with me
as I grew up. He took me to the barbershop he went to, one owned and
operated by a Black family for generations, for my first haircut. He taught
me how to ride a bike, bathe and shave, and drive a car. These were the
high points of being father and son. Then there were low points such as the
time when we were heading home from my dental appointment, and he was
stopped by a policeman because someone though he was kidnapping me. We
spoke regularly about race, and he felt it was important that he give me
the same Black man to his son talk that his own father gave him.

Strewn throughout were other events like him taking time off from the
office to take care of me while I had chicken pox or going to see our
city's team play soccer or me and my parents having barbecue at Uncle
Terry's to celebrate Juneteenth or coming home with a bad grade in math. We
had our quarrels like all fathers and sons, but never ever did we exchange
"not real dad" rebukes. As far as I was concerned, he was my real dad. As
far as he was concerned, I was his real son.

Lucas Brody and I started to hang out. Just friends with no strings
attached. We went to have lunch together and the occasional movie. After
years of having difficulty finding friends, I cherished his
companionship. Lucas, for his part, was not looking for a
relationship. "I've not found any guy I want to be with in the long
run. Though I had a couple times, but it's a no go. Either they're really
taken, or we just didn't click. I'm putting my relationship quest on hold
for now." He was just a nice decent guy looking for someone to be buddies
for now until he was ready. When is ready? Only he knew.

My parents first came to experience Lucas when my parents had a spare
ticket to see Brad Paisley at the Rodeo. They struggled to find someone to
come with the three of us and were coming up empty. I told them I had a
friend I could ask. I told them I could ask Lucas. I had mentioned him a
couple of times as my neighbor. I said that we would have lunch every now
and then. Also, that he enjoyed the same type of movies and video games I
did. I also said that he was a teacher. He seemed like the type of guy I
would associate with. A ticket was set aside while I called him. He jumped
at the chance. I gave him my address and the time because we were going to
carpool. They were concerned when he got out of his car. They saw his
physique and the presence he radiated. This was their son's friend? They
didn't want me to be taken advantage of because we seemed so different from
one another. Dad gave him a look to warn him that he was not to hurt me in
any way. Lucas picked up the cues and he explained, "We're just good
friends and nothing more." Their bodies were very similar. Here was one
Black man in his prime and another whose age had done little to diminish
his physique.

On the way, they asked about him to tell a bit about himself.  "My family's
mostly into physical fitness and health. An uncle of mine runs a fitness
studio that I go to, a cousin who's a manager at a nutrition store. My
older brother is a paramedic." By the time we headed home, they had grown
to like him.

It was approaching six months since I met Lucas. We were great friend and
we hung out often. I'd be at his apartment, or he would be at mine. Every
now and then, he'd come over with me to my parents' house for dinner or I'd
go to his parents'. I wasn't sure if we were in a relationship, but I
wanted to be in one with him. He had said that he wasn't ready for one, but
he had given clues that he was open to being friends with benefits. I was
open also because I had the type of Black man I craved for a neighbor. His
personality was vibrant, and he was muscular.

What was the start of my preoccupation with muscular Black men? I can't
readily recall a singular incident. However, it started in high school
because about 70 percent of the student body was Black. Those that readily
caught my attention were attractive and athletic. My dreams were full of
them. No one knew of my infatuation except Dad. He was a very observant man
and had noticed that my eyes strayed easier to and lingered longer on Black
men than those of other ethnicities. He never said anything judgmental just
like one time on the ride back home after having dinner out when I told him
how I wished things were different about my identity.

On Mondays and Thursdays, just the two of us have dinner together. Just the
two of us since Mom works late on those days. She works at a local
petrochem company as an executive and she has many responsibilities as a
Treasurer. At the place we went to once, a few of the customers gave us
scathing looks like they saw something wrong with the way we were
interacting as father and son, like we shouldn't be. It bothered me. I
expressed somberly on the way back, "Dad. I wish I was your biracial son so
people wouldn't stare at us like that." He looked at me sympathetically,
"You should love and accept you for who you are because I do. No matter
what people say or think, you are my son even if your skin isn't like
mine." Love and accept were words he echoed when I came out a few years
later. He added however, "If you were my biological son for real," A long
pause of reflection, "you'd take after me us Edwards men. Your body would
be muscular, and you'd have a passion for physical fitness. Your skin would
be a few shades lighter than ours since you'd be biracial, but closer to
mine than your mother's. It'd be like dark chocolate. You'd also identify
more with being a Black man." He regarded me with sad eyes when we stopped
at the light, "My own proud Black son." Years later, I found out why he
wistfully spoke with me. My dad was impotent and would never have a son of
his own.

Dad's words struck a chord within me and followed me through
life. Sometimes, when I was soaping my body in the shower. I imagined that
it wasn't my normal pale skin I was lathering. I imagined that was dark
brown instead. When I would shave, I tried to envision that there was a
Black man shaving while he looks back at me. When I was playing video
games, and there was an option for multiple character customizations, the
primary player was based on the real me while the second character was
created by Dad to represent the biracial son he wished he had. Not once did
I feel diminished that he had done so.

I liked Lucas immensely and I treasured his friendship. I never shared
these thoughts with him because I didn't know what his reaction would
be. He and I had begun wanting to be more than just ordinary friends that
hung out with each other. The beginning was one night I was at his
apartment, and we were watching Robocop. My mind drifted as I looked at him
longingly. I looked at the crease he made in his sweatpants he made with
his package. I wanted to touch it, hold it, put it in my mouth. Surely, he
had noticed. Who wouldn't. After a long minute of looking at a guy's bulge,
it would be impossible to not mention. He had stopped the movie and decided
to entice me by cupping his crotch and massaging it. He looked at me and
slyly remarked, "Like it?" I looked up sheepishly and nodded. Slyly again,
"What would you like to do to it?" I scooted next to him and placed my hand
on the awakening mound. Lucas placed his thick arm around my shoulder. I
looked up as I massaged him, "Suck?"

He stood up and I thought he was going to reject me. No rejection, "Ever
seen porn?" I quietly nodded. I told him that I hadn't seen any
movies. Just clips online of men feeling their muscles or caressing their
bulges. He led me to his walk-in closet where he had a variety of flicks
high on a shelf. "Let's see what would you probably like? I got sports
stuff, Euro guys, Brazilian men, or" wagging his eyebrows, "maybe you'd
like something with Black men?" I was so embarrassed. He knew and my cheeks
turned red with shame. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, I like mine dark
and muscular. Packing whoppers too. Here's a fav of mine: Black Frat Fun."

We returned to the den, and he popped in the movie. I quickly found out why
he liked it so much. There were two roommates: one guy being skinny and
White, the other being muscular and Black. Their interaction in the first
scene is tentative since they have different hobbies and personalities, but
there are hints that they find each other alluring. First hot scene was
that they huddle inside their room while there was a fierce storm raging
outside when the power goes out.  White guy is timid and afraid. His
roommate tries to assuage him, but nothing works. The Black guy makes a
shocking proposal, "Get your mind off the weather by wrapping your White
boy lips around this." In the dim light of a lantern, he highlights his
package with his hand. All too eager, the formerly shy man approaches and
gets on his knees to feast on dark meat. This lead to additional spicy
interactions. Whenever they wanted to get their rocks off, pliable and
willing participation. They even lost their virginity to each other. The
final three scenes took place at the fraternity house. Many of the men
there have heard of their cravings. The two roommates spend the evening
offering their mouths and asses to the frat bros.

It got Lucas going and he mischievously smiled as I pulled down the
sweatpants. My eyes grew wide. It wasn't the size of his bulge which seemed
to be the same size as mine. It was the style of underwear he wore. Most of
the coverage was for his package and his butt. The material on the sides
was no more than two inches. He explained that these were his off-hours
underwear. He told me that he wore boxers or standard briefs or boxer
briefs when at work.

I would not be denied, not this close. He leaned back to watch to see how
far I would go. If I wanted what I wanted, I'd have to do most of the
work. I nudged him to stand, and he did. I held the side of the briefs and
pulled them down. With a bounce, his hardon was freed. He stepped out of
them and tapped my face with his erection which was the same size as mine
at six inches, but a tad wider. His nuts were larger than mine though. It
was everything I imagined it would be even though I had seen Black cock
before.

I am an Edwards man, but only by adoption. Me and Mom clearly stood out at
family gatherings at Uncle Terry's. His house sat on a double lot, and he
had used the extra lot he bought to expand his house and install a pool. It
made sense to him and the rest of the family. Uncle Terry's always seemed a
focal point for family gatherings no matter what it was: birthdays,
Thanksgivings, Christmases, Karamu feasts during Kwanzaa, as well as
Independence Day which he considered the most important day of the year
besides his wedding anniversary and the birthday of his three sons:
Tristan, Troy, and Tybalt.

There was an extra twist to the usual July 4th get-together that year. It
was a twofer graduation party celebrating me and my cousin Tybalt since we
were int the same grade. We also went to the same school. The two of us had
a blast of a celebration, but the true blast was yet to come.

"Yo Rion. We's going skinny dipping. Come with?" It was late at night, and
we had stayed up playing video games. I had made a pit stop in the bathroom
and had just gotten out. "Huh? Sure." I looked at Tybalt and his brothers
and our cousin Gareth whose father was Quintin whose brothers were my dad
and theirs. These were the Edwards men in my life. They all shared the same
bloodline which I was not a part of. The Edwards bloodline was potent and
graced my male relatives with good genes. This plus an instinctive zeal for
fitness resulted in fine men and they loved flaunting their bodies forged
by genetics and hard work. My cousins often joked that the only thing
hotter and blacker than them was coffee. My body was out of their league,
but I greatly appreciated that they were including me in their risqué
escapade. "Sure." We quietly headed out the sliding double doors and
hurriedly removed our clothes and dumped them there. We jumped in the pool
and began to cavort.

We tossed around the water polo ball they trained with, we swam around the
pool, splashed water at each other. Overall, making a general ruckus. We
were having loads of fun unaware that the house was starting to wake up. We
were lost in our own world when we heard a commanding whistle, "What are
you boys doing?" Startled, we turned around. There was Uncle Terry who
looked annoyed. All our dads did until they spied our discarded clothes and
they lightly chuckled.

Our moms had made a quick retreat once they realized that we were
absolutely naked. Uncle Terry composed himself and sternly but softly, "Get
out of there. Light out. Get going." I held my hands over my privates. My
cousins? They unashamedly strode, meats flopping between their legs,
towards their pajamas. Nothing hidden. Why would they hide their bodies?
They were proud of being attractive and fit Black men. We quickly put them
on and did as we were told. Eldest brother Tristan to his room, the rest of
us to the bedroom occupied to Troy and Tybalt. We all got by on the boys
will be boys pass even though none of us were really boys anymore. Tybalt
and I were 18, Gareth was 19, Troy was 20, and Tristan was 22.

Right now, I have a dick in my hand which belongs to the cheerful neighbor
I've been fixated on for months. I am on my knees, and I grip it and slide
my hand up and down. I look at Lucas to see if I'm doing this right. He
looked down at me and grinned, "You're hungry for Black cock? Go
ahead. Open your mouth and enjoy." One more look before I lower my head. I
knew this was meant to be the moment my lips touched the glans. I opened my
mouth wider to take more of it inside while I clutched those ample dark
brown globes that he called his ass. It was so nice and shapely. It'd be
nice to have a butt like his, but mine is rather plain.

I opened my mouth wider to take more of him inside me as I juggled his
heavy balls. "Geez, it's been too long since I've been with another guy and
I'm glad that I'm sharing this moment with you. You mean so much to me." He
moaned as he runs his fingers through my hair and whispers, "Is this your
first time sucking a guy off?" I looked into his eyes and nodded. I kept my
eyes open, only blinking, because I wanted to remember the full
experience. Lucas enjoyed the sight of me looking at his shafting pistoning
in and out, "Yea. Look at me and look at my Black cock stuffing your
mouth." I saw that I was bringing him pleasure. My mouth only left him so I
could lick his balls. I returned to the shaft and stuffed more and more of
him into my mouth until I had gone all the way to the base. "Too long. Too
long." He began to thrust quicker, and he held the sides of my head firmly
but tenderly. He grunted and grunted as I began to taste twangy goo fill my
mouth. Even if he wasn't holding my head, I would have consumed every
drop. Satisfied, I slowly withdrew and made sure that nothing remained. I
paused for a moment to gaze at the slit and I looked up. He smiled and I
returned that jubilation. He nudged me onto the sofa, `Now for you. Just
lean back and relax."

Lucas whistled while he unzipped my shorts and pulled them off slowly. He
rubbed the front of my boxer briefs which woke it up. He buried his face in
my crotch and breathed deeply before he gripped the waistband and pulled my
underwear down. Another boner unleashed. He lowered his head and began
bobbing his head. He too looks at his handiwork. I began to melt in the
attention he showered me with. For years, I had imagined what it would be
like to exchange blowjobs and now I had given one and was in the middle
receiving one. Both were equally awesome. The tingles in my crotch
increased and increased. I knew I couldn't last much longer. I arched my
back as my cock throbbed inside my friend's mouth and felt his throat
contract as he swallowed. He carefully squeezed out the remnants like me
and he jumped back onto the sofa, "You're tasty." He tousled my hair and
placed his arm around me shoulders, "What do you say to finishing the
movie?" I replied, "Sure." We stood up and put our clothes back on. My
friend swapped out the movies and resumed watching Robocop. He placed his
arm around my shoulders, and we snuggled. A most memorable night.

*****

It had been a year since I first met my neighbor Rion Edwards. He's great
to be with. I had made other friends here at the complex, but I cherished
his companionship the most. Man, I feel so crappy. Why? I was wanting to
try being in a long-term relationship again and I wanted that relationship
to be with him and had given hints that he wanted a relationship with
me. Our personalities were very compatible. We also enjoyed the same type
of books, movies, shows, and video games. Yet, I saw him more as a friend
to have occasional oral fun with. I wanted my boyfriend to be my gym buddy
also, but Rion wasn't into physical fitness at all. I knew he went with his
dad to the gym, the same fitness studio my uncle owned, but he stuck to the
treadmill and the bicycle while his dad focused on the weight machines like
me. What also made me feel wretched was that I was only attracted to other
muscular Black men.

One Sunday afternoon in August, we were heading back to the complex in my
car after going to the movies and having a late lunch after that. Was it a
date? Rion seemed to think it was. If thinks were different, it'd be for me
too. If only. If only.

The final turn that would take us to the complex was coming up. At the
intersection near the apartments, there is a building that a pharmacy used
to occupy. Rion, who was familiar with this area, said that it had been
vacant for years. Not so vacant today. "Chloe's Spa Boutique" it read. It
did not seem like a place I would want to visit. Yet, I felt strangely
compelled to enter the parking lot.

Rion looked at me, "Why are we stopping here? Why do I feel that we need to
have a look inside?" I got out of the car, and he followed. I walked
towards the building, "Don't know. Just know that we need to go inside." A
bell heralded our entrance. It appeared to be nothing more than your
typical day spa. Water fountain in the middle, soothing smells, relaxing
sounds. A voice from the back greeted us, "Over here boys. Been waiting for
you all day. Well, really for six months. It was just today that things
aligned just right."  We followed the voice and came face to face with a
woman of European decent. Maybe Mediterranean? I couldn't tell. Her accent
couldn't be placed either. In her office, there were pictures of her with
pigs. Many of them were faded with age. Then there were the woodcuts that
appeared to have been legitimately made years and years ago, but they
featured the same woman tending pigs. Mosaics with the same woman. My head
was full of questions, but something told me that any question I could ask
was irrelevant compared to us needing to speak with her. "Come sit down. My
name of Chloe Faber. Welcome. Have a seat and let's talk." Rion and I sat
down while she sat behind the plan wooden desk.

Ms. Faber looked at us in the eyes, "You might be wondering why you are
here and why you felt the need to come inside?" The thought had crossed our
minds. Rion and I looked at each other then looked back at her, "Yea." She
nodded, "I'm here to help you out. You two want to be boyfriends but you
both feel that there are certain traits that aren't conducive to forming a
relationship. Friendship, yes. Not relationship though. Yoi might think
that there's nothing that can be done. I've welcomed you here to tell the
both of you that nothing is irrelevant for me." She looked at me, "Lucas,
you are looking for a specific type of man and he's sitting right next to
you. Well, he will be if you let me help." To my great friend and neighbor,
"Rion, tell Lucas about wanting to become a Black man."

Did I hear her right? I looked at Rion who looked away in embarrassment. I
would be lying if I denied being taken aback by this revelation. I had no
idea that he felt this way, but then the wheels in my head started turning
as I remembered a passing remark that he had made some months back. I had
been seated on the couch with fly open and my hard cock point straight up
from it as he lay on his belly while he held and stroked it. In the lust
haze, "I wish I had a Black cock of my own to play with every day." I had
thought he meant my own and wanting to come over every day to play with
mine. I had no idea that he was talking about having one of his own
dangling between his legs. I would also be lying if I wasn't intrigued by
the thought of him wanting to change his race. I scooted my chair closer to
ask him, "Go on. What interests you about Black guys?" Rion looked up at me
and seemed to become more willing to be forthcoming, "I like the
camaraderie they share with each other, the confidence they have. The
muscles and the energy." He told me what he imagined touching while he
bathed, who he wanted to look at while he shaved, and what he did for video
games that featured character creation. He also told me, "I read stories on
Tumblr and look at pics online about guys changing ethnicity. Those who
become Black are my favorites."

I saw Rion's view as distorted because not all of us Black men were like
those he was describing. However, I was drawn to the words he used and the
tone he used. He was wanting to be the kind of man I wanted for a
boyfriend. I looked at Ms. Faber and she looked at me earnestly, "You've
been wanting a certain type of man for a boyfriend. What if I told you that
I could make this happen? I can make Rion into the man of your dreams and
his." I was at the edge of my seat. Was it possible? If it was, I didn't
want to pass this chance up. She also had Rion's undivided attention. I
asked, "You can do that?" She replied, "I can channel my gift of shaping
through you, and you can mold him into the man you both crave. Before you
say yes, you may ask any questions you may have."

Rion asked, "My history. Would I have always been Black?" Faber shook her
head, "It gets complicated because memories would need altering and your
entire bloodline reworked. No, only you will be changed along with your
clothes and photo identification." He followed up, "But their reactions?"
She scoffed, "Nonchalant. They'll notice the difference, but they'll
consider the change inconsequential, not important enough to dwell on. A
few, like Lucas here, might find the alteration interesting enough to
comment. Very few though. Any other questions you may have?" I looked at
Rion who looked ready to jump out of his seat and back at her, "I've got
none. Rion?" He shook his head, "None here."

Chloe Faber got out of her chair and went to the front to change the sign
in the front to ward off potential customers and turned off the front
lights. She led us to another room. The fragrance in there was inviting and
she turned on a music player to flood the room with ambient sounds. In the
middle was a table. Once she showed us to the room, she started to leave. I
asked, "Aren't you going to do this?" She paused at the doors, "Not for
something like this. I find that it makes it more enjoyable with two people
who know what they want. Have fun boys. I'll be outside in the hall if you
need me." With that, she closed the door behind her.

Rion looked at me and I looked me dumbfounded. Was someone pulling our
legs? Maybe, but I needed to see this through if it was possible. Firmly
but softly, "Take your clothes off and get on this table." He took his
clothing off and got on the table. What was I supposed to do? I had never
given anyone a massage, less a massage such as this. Somehow, I knew what
to do though. "Face up." He turned his body over again and was in delirious
bliss. I inserted an index finger into his belly button and imagined I was
injecting him with a large dose of melanin. Before I could blink, a dark
brown hue spread out from that spot and soon enveloped every inch of his
body. Noticeable darker skinned than me, the type of tone I liked
best. "Turn over again."

The already improving Rion lay on his chest and I studied his body to see
what I wanted to work on next. I hadn't admitted to him, but I knew that he
was checking out my ass the first time we had met. Well, let's give him one
just as plump. I placed my hands on each cheek and began to mold. Beneath
my hands, they started to inflate to become think and round as if they had
been meticulously honed through years of squatting exercises. Mmm bro, a
magnificent example of a Black man's bubble butt. Nice bottom needs nice
legs too.

I massaged Rion's left leg, and it stretched while it became muscular, a
nice compliment to his posterior. I touched his foot and massaged it and
its toes. The foot also lengthened. Looking good so far. I then moved onto
the right and soon it matched the left exactly. Bottom half was exactly
what I had in mind. Let's move onto the top half. I grabbed his shoulders
and kneaded them. I could feel skin ripple and sinew twist as his shoulders
widened until they were like mine giving him a muscular build. "Turn over".

I look at his naked front and place my hand on his tummy to rub it. What
was once shapeless hardened into firm abs. I look at him in the eyes to see
what he was feeling, but he was still too caught up in the sensations to
react. I place my hands on his undefined pecs and, just like his glutes,
they puff out. I imagined him putting on a tank and envisioned how they
would protrude. I held his arms and rubbed them as well as his hands and
fingers. His chest was just how I wanted it, something similar to mine but
different enough. Rion's physique now greatly reminded me of Moses Ldn and
Bolu Okupe, two African studs that he mentioned as having caught his eye.

There was a light dusting of black hair on his chest. That simply will not
do. I like my guys hairless with just a treasure trail leading to the
goods, I guided my hand over his firm chest and the hair went away except
the treasure trail.

I was almost done with his body, but I wanted to save the best for last, so
I thought about his face next. I pressed my hands against it and
massaged. I somehow could sense how he wanted his face to look. Keep the
shape of his ears, eyes, and the bridge of his nose to keep the traits he
inherited from his mother. Everything else about his face would declare
that he was the biological son of Derek Edwards. His cousins, he said,
resembled their fathers more than their mothers. He wanted the same.

I think he needs facial hair. I'm cleanshaven and would like my man to have
facial hair. I rubbed his chin and hair sprouted to form a goatee. I then
wiped a finger across his upper lip to give him a neatly trimmed
moustache. Now for top. I ran my fingers through the new black hair on the
top of his head and it fluffed up into an afro taper fade with curls. I had
always thought his curly hair would look good in that style and I felt that
it was a haircut that Rion wanted to have, but never sought to get because
he thought it'd be inappropriate to have. What next?

Hadn't Rion made comments every now and then that his voice sounded high? I
placed an index finger on his Adam's Apple and told him, "Speak". He began
talking and I brushed my finger across it like it was the dial on a
stereo. Up and down, left to right. I thought of way I wanted him to sound
and knocked his voice down a few octaves to make his voice deeper. "Say the
alphabet." He opened his mouth again and begin reciting the letters. My
ears were blown away. His voice sounded sexy, hip, and manly to me. Now it
was time for best for last: his package.

I cupped his balls which begun to swell as they started to fill with potent
African sperm, specifically West African from the Nigeria region. I recall
Rion once mentioned that his dad did a genealogy test for his 50th birthday
and discovered that an overwhelming percentage of his genetic background
came from there, the rest from near the surrounding region. Nice set of
nuts needs a nice Black cock to go with it. I wrapped my hand around and
started to jerk it, but his shlong remained limp. Girthier and longer it
became until it definitively outclassed mine. Seven inches flaccid and nine
hard. I was six inches hard and I thought, I'd have a bit of fun with
numbers. I wanted BBC in my life and was now here it is in my hand. Let's
give him a bonus. I touched the circumcision scar and ran my finger around
it. Foreskin regenerated until it covered the head.

I looked the reborn Rion, and he looked back at me. His chest was heaving
as if from exertion. I knew that I had given him a physique that had taken
me years of hard work and dedication to earn. Looking at him, I didn't care
how he got it. What I did care about was where we would go from here. I was
more than willing to guide him on maintaining that body I had given him
through natural means. I had fashioned a fantasy man, but realistic. He was
the type of Black man than any porn casting agent would love to hire at any
cost with his handsome face and muscular body. "Here. Let me help you off
the table."

*****

I gripped Lucas's arm and hoisted myself off the massage table. I had been
caught up in a maelstrom of sensations. I felt my skin tingle, bone creak,
and muscle contort. The first thing I noticed about my arms, besides them
being thick like Lucas's, was the complexion. I held them up to my face and
gazed upon the skin I had dreamed of and that my dad mentioned. It reminded
me greatly of dark chocolate, exactly like how Dad envisioned. I looked at
my hands and then my palms to look at the contrasting tone. The bottom of
my feet were like that also.

I got on wobbly legs and steadied myself against the table. My center of
gravity was off because I was half a foot taller and heavy with muscle. I
looked at Lucas who I now equaled in height and were of similar physique.

There was a washroom nearby and I entered. I looked at myself in the mirror
and the monster that was between my legs. I pulled at the foreskin gingerly
and it retracted behind the glans, and I slid it back forward. Delightful
tingles throughout my body. Lucas leaned against the doorway as I checked
myself out. I spied a smaller mirror and held it up as looked away from the
larger so I could look down there. My ass was pleasingly round. I sighed
with wonder, "It's so thick and muscular." My voice, wow. Lucas smiled,
"Like what you see?" I turned to nod at him and then I looked at the mirror
again, "I look exactly like what I thought I'd look like. Thank you. I
suppose we should get going." I exited and approached my clothes. They were
exactly the same, just of different sizes to accommodate my new body. "What
happened to my underwear?"

I picked up the briefs. These certainly not the same I had this
morning. "Mega Male?" Lucas whistled as he took them from my hands and held
them up. He handed them back, "Excellent brand for gifted guys." They were
like the regular trunk briefs I preferred, but there was substantial
material in the front. Let's give these a whirl. I pulled them up my legs
and I was impressed. The contoured pouch accepted and cradled my equipment
splendidly. Comfortable. I collected the rest of my clothes and returned to
the washroom so I could see how I looked in them. I looked straight into
the mirror and then turned so I could see a side view, "It's like I stuffed
a hoagie down there." I was able to maneuver myself into the cargo shorts
and then pulled my tee over my head. I looked at myself from all angles
again and concluded I made a delightfully sexy Black man. Speaking of
which, Lucas walked in and stood next to me. We looked at each other and
then at our smiling reflections.

We headed for the exit and Chloe was there, "I see it worked out for you
two." We nodded and I took my wallet out to see my driver's license. True
to her word, my new face had replaced the one I had just an hour before. We
both thanked her and exited the building.

Lucas and I headed back to his car, and we turned around. Whatever we were
in, it had returned to being an abandoned building. I turned to him, "How
about a selfie Rion?" My head dashed to him, "Sure." He got out his phone
and again wrapped his arm around me. We pressed our heads together, smiled,
and looked at the lens. With a snap, he took our picture. He then sent it
to me. "Thanks a bunch," I told him as we got back into the car after I
readjusted the passenger seat.

Some minutes later, we were going up the stairs. We wrapped our arms around
each other's waists and shared a kiss before parting and heading inside our
respective units. I sat in my recliner chair and leaned back to extend
it. I felt my face and ran my fingers through my hair, "What a day." Would
I be ready for life as a Black person? I breathed deeply and knew I had to
be. I had seen the ways Dad and my other family members navigated the world
and knew that I had to incorporate their tactics into daily
interactions. For now, I put those thoughts to the side as I took out my
phone.

I opened the Bitmoji app. A cartoon version of the man I used to be
appeared among dozens of stickers. I went into my settings and changed my
old lookalike to look more like the new me. I also gave him suitable
clothes, gym clothes. Satisfied with the way my lookalike looked, I put the
phone down and got started on my laundry.  Off in the distance, I heard my
cell ring and buzz.

I saw that it was Dad and I had been anticipating him calling because it
was planned for me to go home for dinner. Mom had made a pan of
lasagna. What I had not anticipated was that I had been physically
changed. I couldn't hide what happened, so I picked it up and tried to
sound upbeat, "Hey Dad." He asked me, "Everything okay Rion? You sound
different." I asked if we could continue this call through Face Time. He
agreed and ended the call. Within moments, his face appeared in my phone's
screen, and I knew mine was on his. A mix of surprise and pride on his
face, "Rion. Is that you?" I nodded, "It's me all right." I turned my face
side to side so he could see my head from all angles. "What do you think?"
He thought I looked great and asked Mom to join in to look at me. They
looked at each other and then back at me. They both agreed that I looked
more like their biological son, genes from both, rather than just one
parent. However, it was clear that my appearance still greatly favored my
dad. It was just a different father now. I long considered Derek Edwards to
be my dad but now this was genetically true. They asked me how this
happened, and I explained to them that I was spending the day with Lucas
and that we happened upon a day spa that wasn't there before. As outlandish
it seemed, they readily accepted it as if it was commonplace.

Dad resumed the call alone, "Still coming over?" I replied, "Yea. Just
washing some of my clothes. Some got bigger and others were swapped
out. All my underwear was replaced." He found my tone odd and asked what I
meant by replace. I explained, "My...um...it got bigger after the change."
He chuckled, "That's to be expected. It's a trademark of Edwards men. You
now need to be selective with what clothes you wear and how you carry
it. You also need to be careful with how you use it." I knew he what he was
saying and knew he wasn't kidding. I had seen Dad plenty of times at the
gym and then there was that time that my cousins and I went skinny dipping
to know that there was irrefutable evidence to back up the "Edwards
trademark" comment. We were all big there.

A few hours later, I parked my car in front of home. I got out and the only
ones outside were the next-door neighbors. They waved hello at me and
readily identified as Rion. All anyone mentioned about my appearance was,
"New look?" I said, "Yea. Something like that." and headed inside.

"Rion?" I replied, "Yea, me Mom." I approached and gave her a hug. She
previously had been taller than me by a couple of inches. As for Dad, he
was still taller than me at 6'4" but I wasn't too far off the mark. He
patted me on the back and clasped my hand as if I was one of his buddies,
"You going to work out more with our old man?" I studied my larger
biceps. I had been reluctant in going to the fitness studio with him and as
a compromise, I stuck with what I was comfortable with which was the
treadmill and the bicycle at a casual pace. I now wanted to join in his
cardio and strength training routines on a regular basis. I answered with
upbeat eagerness, "Sure Dad. Lucas is excited that I get to be his regular
gym buddy now. I really want to learn more about the exercises and machines
you and Lucas use." I couldn't believe I said that but, I was being
sincere.

We sat down to have dinner and Mom suggested that we get a new family
portrait done later in the year. Other than being different, nothing
changed in our house. I sent them a new face pic for them to use in their
address books. A couple hours later after dinner and a modest dessert, I
headed back home.

Lucas was interested how my parents took the news about my change. I told
him what their reaction was and relayed, "Dad's real eager to take me to
the gym and work out." He was beaming, "Same here bro. Same here. Time to
hit the hay. Just know I'm here for you."

I woke up at my usual time and for the briefest of moments, I wondered why
my body felt wrong. I then touched my face and remembered. I wasn't the
same Rion Edwards anymore. I pulled the sheets off my body and was greeted
by a massive case of morning wood. Where were the briefs I had on? I
climbed out of bed and looked down on the floor, there they were. I must
have subconsciously removed them when I was asleep. I picked them up and
headed to my underwear drawer. I opened it up and saw almost all Mega Male
branded briefs. There were a variety of other brands that I never heard of
or heard of, but never really had come across in person. They all served
one singular purpose. Derek Rion Edwards has big equipment, and they must
do everything in their power to comfortably contain his stuff. I had seen
them yesterday when I had put my laundry away, but I was still
stunned. There were my regular trunk briefs and boxer briefs. I put them
back for later and grabbed one of the trunk briefs. I ditched the briefs I
had worn yesterday into the laundry bin and headed inside the shower. No
need to close the bathroom door since I was alone.

I loved the warm water cascading over my body. This had been a dream of
mine of years and now it was so real. The smell of the soap, the feel of
the lather against my body. I rinsed and then shampooed my hair as
usual. However, I now had products formulated for the hair of Black men. I
shut of the water and stepped out to dry. I paused briefly to look at the
man in the mirror and left him behind to get dressed. I had breakfast and
headed off to work.

Once I arrived at my building, I was concerned that I would be regarded as
a visitor. That didn't happen. Nothing except the usual, "Morning Rion." I
looked at my ID badge that I had in the lanyard around my neck. Just like
my driver's license, the face had changed to the one I had now. Just like
the mysterious Chloe said. I sat in my cubicle in the IT department and
started my day.

Just another day as Rion Edwards for me for the most part, but I did pick
on subtle changes to the way others acted around me. It was more evident
when I headed downstairs to the deli and interacted with those I wasn't as
familiar with. They didn't see Rion anymore. They only saw a tall and
muscular Black man, me. I headed back up and had my lunch. It was then back
to work. I was kept busy all day. Buggy systems and printers on the
fritz. 5pm and it was time to head on home. Dinner and bed. Thus ended
Monday.

When I got home Tuesday, there was a knock on my door. I opened and there
was Lucas. "Gym time bro. You did say that you were serious about working
out like me." Yea, I did say that. I gathered clothing suitable for the gym
with his help. While we were exiting, "Let's plan on going to the sports
store this weekend to get more workout gear. You'll need it."

We arrived at Burke's Workout Zone which was owned by Patrick Burke who was
Lucas's uncle. I had only ever been here with Dad. The clerk at the front
asked, "Where's your dad, Rion?" I replied, "He's at home. I'm here with my
best friend Lucas." Lucas added with a gleam in his eye, "More than that."
I looked back at him and then amended my earlier comment, "My boyfriend and
I are going to work out. I'd like to sign up for an Individual membership
please." After submitting the completed membership application and payment
of the fee, I headed inside the locker room to change clothes with Lucas
and then headed to the workout area.

I used to be shy about being here because I was out of place with my pale
skin and slim body, not at all now. I now felt at ease because I felt I
belonged here. Even more so since Lucas was there. He took me under his
wing, and I caught on quickly to what he was showing me. How? We later
concluded that not all changes had been physical, some had been
mental. Yes, I was now willing to sacrifice much of my video game time to
be with my boyfriend at the gym. For the next 90 minutes, I was in a
special place, must be that zone referenced in the business name. We
showered and left the building with arms around waists with heads leaning
against each other. We headed to his car, got in, and returned to the
complex.

I slept well, very well. I felt fulfilled. Last night, I had taken off my
underwear while mostly asleep. Tonight, I didn't bother keeping them on. As
soon as I finished brushing my teeth and spectacularly emptying my bladder,
I headed to the bedroom. My sheet and blanket were soft against my bare
dark brown skin, and I felt very comfortable. The only thing I was missing
was a body. His body. I was missing the body of Lucas Brody. I imagined his
naked body next to my own, us holding each other. I snuggled against the
pillow, imagining that it was him, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next evening, Wednesday, I got a call from my cousin Tybalt who said
that he was in the area and wanted to stop by. I found the comment
dubious. Yea right, "in the area". My cousin lived thirty minutes away and
he didn't work around here either. However, I was grateful that he wanted
to drop by. We were close and he had helped me move my belongings from home
to here. I said sure and within minutes, he arrived. He did a double take
as soon as I opened the door, "My dad said you'd changed, but I didn't
think like this. Even after he had showed me, I didn't believe."

My cousin closed the door behind him., and I welcomed inside. "Let me get a
look at you." I stood it the middle of the living room while he walked
around me and examined my looks. His conclusion came with a whistle, "You's
one damn fine-looking brotha, cuz." I keenly answered, "Thanks." He stood
before me and looked down for a good while then looked up at me, "How much
you got there now?" After knowing him for years, there was only one way to
respond. Taking a page from his rulebook, I made an outline of my dick with
my fingers and looked at him with pride, "Nine hard. Uncut too."  Tybalt
came over and did something shocking, but not altogether unexpected. He
placed my hand on my crotch, maybe to convince himself that I wasn't
bluffing. He gave it a good pat down and I felt myself firming up. He
chuckled at me, "Definitely an Edwards man. Betcha your nuts are big too."
I looked down at his pawing hand and looked up at him to affirm, "Uh huh."
He stepped back a couple feet and he also used his fingers to show how much
he had. In an animated tone, "I'm in the Nuthing Under Seven Club too. Nine
and half here. Not uncut though." I boldly reached over and touched his
bulge to give it a rub like he did mine. Another chuckle, "See? The banana
doesn't fall too far from the tree." It was just the way he spoke and
acted, and I had long learned to accept his ways. I let go and he chimed,
"We should toast." Before I could interject, he turned around the corner
into the kitchen and looked in my fridge. "I know you don't drink. None of
us really do so what'll we use instead?" He took out a bottle of sparking
lemon-flavored water. He poured some in two glasses and we held them up as
he toasted, "To my cousin Rion Edwards. He will have his good days and he
will have his bad days as a Black person, like me, like all of us, but he
isn't alone. We are all in this together. All the best with love." We
clanged the glasses together and took a swig.

We sat in my recliner chairs for a few seconds in silence until he said,
"I've never spoken with you about these things before, but you top or
bottom?" I answered truthfully, "I never thought about position, but I
never certainly saw myself as a top. But now...?" Tybalt looks at me after
too much of a pause, "Now?" I continued, "Versatile top." The thought of
Lucas and me naked in bed together had surfaced in my head. The image that
my brain conjured first was him on his back with legs up, my Black ass
flexing as I furiously fucked his. I felt I could find contentment in
bottoming him from time to time, but my destiny was clear. I could only
conclude that this was another mental change. Lucas wanted a partner who
was comfortable in toping him most of the time and I readily accepted this
truth.

"You okay cuz?" I snapped out of my thoughts, "Huh? Just thinking." He
looked down and saw that I had been mindlessly massaging my throbbing
bulge. He didn't pry and decided to say, "Well since you want to top, you
need to have the right protection. Come with?" I wasn't sure what he meant
at first and he explained, "Condoms bro. Lube too. You're going to need the
right stuff if you want to stuff ass with that chocolate monster you have
now."

Tybalt and I got into my car, and we went to the nearby pharmacy. We headed
to the back where these products were displayed. I cluelessly stood there
while he put his expert skills to use. He would mutter to himself and look
at me and then back to perusing. He approached with his selection, "Here
you go. I think these will work out well for you. These are the same I
use." He offered to buy the pack of extra-large condoms and lube for me,
but I felt I should be the one to buy them. We ended up compromising. He
bough the lube and I paid for the condoms. After the purchase, we headed
back to my apartment, and he left to go on home.

Thursday came and went by okay enough. Dad called to check up on me later
that evening to see how I was doing. I also went to the gym with Lucas. It
felt more natural going there and it felt natural doing the exercises as if
this normal for me. I felt enriched and looked forward to spending more
time working out with Lucas.

Friday was here before I knew it. I knocked on Lucas's door for our weekly
movie night. I had brought a movie, but also the condoms and lube. He
opened it up as he had done and enthusiastically guided me in. On the
coffee table, he had plain air-popped popcorn and sparkling water. What was
tonight's selection? Close Encounters of the Third Kind which I hadn't seen
it in several years. When he put the movie in, I wasn't aware he was
wanting his own close encounter of the third kind: contact.

While the movie was playing, he snuggled up against me and I placed my arm
around him. I was fine with this because we had snuggled before. When the
movie ended, he looked into my eyes. I looked back into his and knew he
wanted action. He reached for my shirt and pulled it off me. On cue, I
yanked off his shirt as well. He gingerly caressed my pectorals, amazing
and prominent as his while I touched him. The touch sent a jolt
downward. Lucas slid his other hand down my shorts and wrapped it around my
shaft. I groaned as he jacked it slowly. "Big Black cock just for me" as he
fished it out. I slid my shorts down and sat back down on the couch. The
whole world was just us and the center of that world was my penis. He
looked on my foreskin with eyes full of wonder as it slid back and forth. I
blurted, "Go on ahead. Suck it. You know you want to."

Lucas's mouth widened as much as possible as he engulfed as much as he
could, then more because he started to gag. I whispered alarmingly, "No
need to go all the way. Just go with what you are comfortable with. I don't
want to hurt you." He let off some leaving about three inches unclaimed. He
looked up as he bobbed. He was in heaven. "Let's take this to my room." He
got up and took off his clothes right there. He then took off my clothes
while giving me joyous eyes.

I was here in his bedroom. I had been in here a few times but just on the
way to his closet where he had kept his pornos. He pushed me on the bed and
flipped me on my stomach. My head rested against a pillow as he climbed
aboard and began caressing my smooth dark brown skin. I didn't know what he
was up until a felt his hands on my butt and he pulled at them while
brushing the hole with his tongue. An instant moan, "Geez, that feels
awesome". I was being rimmed for the first time in my life and I was loving
every moment as his tongue burrowed deep and he feasted, "I love this new
booty of yours Rion. Mmm." He pressed his face into it and continued to
work his magic. I was weak to his tongue's power and would do anything to
please its owner.

Lucas surfaces, "I want fuck. I want you to deep six my ass with that
torpedo you got." There's that image again, the one where he offers himself
to me. I jolt upright, "If you want this, I'm up." Figuratively and
literally. I was wanting to have sex just like he and it obvious. The
newest version of my dick was well on its way to its rock hardness of nine
inches. He looked at it hungrily then lamented, "Just don't have anything
for it." I climbed out of bed, "I got condoms and lube. My cousin helped me
get them." My new boyfriend was very giddy. I dashed into the living room
and got them. I returned and set the products by the nightstand. How to go
about this, the gears in my head turned and guided me.

I crept up behind him and crawled towards his butt as a bee to the
flower. I placed my hand on those spherical glutes and my tongue slide out
as I placed my face between them. I knew full well what I was doing and was
enjoying licking him there even though I would never have considered
rimming anyone before. It was a special place to be in as I primed his
hole.

My boner ached and leaked. It said to get the show on the road
already. Lucas looked back and reached over to pick up that little
packet. He gently tore it and plunked out the large condom. He slid it over
my erection and got the lube. He coated it well as if glazing a roast and
he slid his slick fingers into his hole. I gripped myself and guided it
in. It was a vision that had circulated in my head for days and now it was
being fulfilled. The sphincter clutched my glans and began absorbing more
and more. He clenched his teeth, "So big." I paused. Again, I was
worried. He grunted, "Keep going. I want it. Give to me. I want it all." I
withdrew to use more lube and shoved myself back in, but slowly. A gentle
rhythm, gentle rocking, so that he would become accustomed to my piece My
body knew how to please him. His cavernous muscle gripped the entire length
of my pole. I leaned my muscular chest forward and it touched his own. A
rocking motion from my hips. He whispers to me, "A little faster." I pick
up the pace and his eyes roll, "Oh fuck. Fuck faster." Faster I go as my
plump nuts inch closer to the point of no return, "You like big Black cock?
Say it, Lucas. Say it." I had surrendered myself to the role he wanted. I
was upright and looked down, still plowing away at him. He groaned, "Yes. I
love your big Black cock Rion. Oh! Oh! Oh!" I pressed the right button. His
hard cock jerked as it spewed viscous jizz. Upward it shot out and landed
on his stomach. The contractions were enough to orgasm. I cried out as I
unloaded into him. My chest heaved as I emptied myself and collapsed on top
of him. We kissed and our tongues wrestled until I deflated. I retracted
myself and we gazed at the goo in the receptacle. I walked over to the
nearest wastebin and disposed of it.

Lucas raised his arms and reached out. I approached and he pulled my body
towards his. I draped my arm across his shoulder, "I love you, Lucas." He
wrapped his arm around my waist, "And I love you, Rion." We pressed our
lips together and kissed fondly, not ravenously as before. We cuddled and
closed our eyes. We fell asleep like that: two naked muscular Black
men. Two men whose wishes had been granted.

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