Darius and his big red truck

Darrius never seemed to notice me, but I sure did him. With his five foot ten crossfit body, black hair and blue eyes… how could someone not notice him?!? I mean, seriously! Imagine my shock when he approached me in the parking lot that one summer night.

“Nice car!” he said.

“Thanks. Yours too” I replied. He looked at me perplexed.

“How do you know what I drive?” he asked.

“It’s hard to miss” I said, pointing at his bright red truck. In actuality, I didn’t like his truck. I found it tacky with those giant chrome rims. But as much of a car guy as I am, I was keener on checking him out.

“Yeah. That’s my baby” he said, sticking his ample chest out, like a proud father. “How much power is this think pushing?” he asked.

“About 550” I offered.

“At the crank?”

“Wheels” I said, sticking my own chest out like a proud father. Looking back I’m sure we both looked like idiots in the parking lot.

He whistled. “That’s a good amount. Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime?” I had to check my smile to make sure I didn’t creep him out because where my mind went, sometimes I’m helpless not to show it on my face. 

“Sure. Anytime you want” I offered.

“How ‘bout now?”

“Get in” I said, unlocking the doors. We drove off. I made sure I gave him a good ride. A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot, next to his truck.

“This thing’s nice, man!” he said. I thanked him.

“I should get home and get ready for tomorrow” I said.

“Already? It’s only…” he looked at his phone “Ten or so. Want to come to my place for a drink?”

Let me think: a hot guy, just jacked up from the gym and a car ride, alcohol, at his place? Duh.

“I’ll follow you” I said.

We arrived at his place a short time later and went in. He offered me a beer, but I asked from ice water.

“Empty calories” I said, pointing to the beer.

“Oh come on man. Like you can’t use some calories!” he said, jabbing me in my ribs. It tickled but I also enjoyed him touching me. To be honest, I’ve thought of him touching me in the past, just in different ways. 

“So how long have you been working out? You’re built rather nicely” he asked.

“A few years. You?”

“Just started” he replied.

“But how long before here?” I asked.

“No, I mean I just started working out a few months back.”

“No fucking way!” I demanded. “You look like this and you’ve only been working out a few months?!? That’s so not fair!” I protested, causing him to choke on his beer. “And you’re drinking beer? Fuck you, man!” I laughed.

“Well, someday I hope to look as good as you” he said.

“Now that’s the beer talking” I said.

“Not at all. I’ve been watching you for a while. You have good form” he said moving closer on the sofa. “At the gym, I mean” he clarified.

“Says the Greek god of a man that drinks beer after working out for only a few months and looks like this” I replied, pointing to him.

“I bet you get laid constantly!” I baited.

“Not as much as I’d like. And what is it with chicks not wanting to give out blow jobs? Do I look like I’m a disease ridden ferret or something?!” he asked.

“You just haven’t met the right person” I said, toying with him.

“You know anyone that’d offer?” he asked. 

I smiled. “I might.”

“Oh man. I don’t know about that” he said, his dick already growing in his gym shorts. 

“Well, it’s not as if I’m going to rape you or anything. But the offer stands if you ever need relief. We all get pent up, especially after a hot, sweaty workout.” He nodded in agreement and we sat in silence for a minute or two.

“So. If this were to happen… how would it work?” 

“What do you mean?”

“What happens afterwards?”

“Well, we go on a live our lives. We don’t need to tell anyone.”

I watched his brain spinning and he started laughing. “Are you… are you serious?!?” he asked.

“Guys need to get off sometimes” I nonchalantly replied.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do I have to suck you?”

“Only if you want to, I guess.” I spoke as coolly as possible, but inside my heart was beating like a hummingbird’s.

I looked and saw his pulsing dick. “See? Looks like little Darius wants out!”

He stood up in front of me, his shorts straining to restrain his member.

“You sure?”

He took a swig of beer. “Yeah. I need it!”

I pulled his shorts down and his pole flopped out. It was good size. And thick. But not fully hard. And it was surrounded in thick, dense black hair. His surprisingly smooth nuts pulled up to his body when the cold air of the living room hit them. I pointed his round head at my mouth and licked his slit, causing him to groan. I grabbed the base and squeezed it hard, watching his pole swell in real time. It was a beauty to behold. I leaned back on the sofa.

“You ok, big boy?” I asked. 

“Hang on” he replied, sitting the beer down. He reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. My. Fucking. God. His body was perfection. I’ve never seen him shirtless before and I about busted a nut in my shorts right there. His pink nipples were perfectly sized and stuck out nicely from his mass of black chest hair. But he wasn’t a wookie. His chest hair grew in just the right amount and right places, still allowing for his skin to be visible beneath it. And his abs. No fucking way he just stared working out, I thought. His black bush moved up en mass to his stomach, encircled his belly button, then turned into a faint trail of fuzz, leading up to his chest, where it exploded again.

“You OK?” he asked me, snapping me out of my trance.

“Yeah” I said, still in awe over his body. 

I slide my lips over his head causing him to gasp. As I moved down his shaft slowly, I could feel his heart beat as my lips held him tightly. I pressed my face against his pubic hair, allowing what I thought would be coarse black hairs, but turned out to be soft, tickle my nose. I pushed further as his head hit the back of my throat and I still had a couple of inches of shaft left. Somehow, he’d grown even larger once he was inside me. I wondered how this would feel up inside my ass, but stopped myself, deciding to focus on my mission at hand. 

Pressing further, I forced his dick down my throat as I buried my face in his soft black mas of hair. I used my throat to squeeze his head as much as I could before I needed to come up for air. Pulling off of him with a wet pop sound, he gasped, his body buckling as if being punched in the stomach.

“That’s amazing” he whimpered. “That was amazing.”

“I’m not done yet” I replied, and I slid him back into my throat, grabbing his hips and teaching him how to thrust. He got the message and started pounding himself into me with vigor, but I held on to him enough that he never pulled out of my mouth. I reached up and ran my hand from his hairy belly to his hairy chest and found a nipple. I squeezed it firmly as he picked up the pace, in both motion and breathing. 

He started emitted a low groan, then a high pitched cry as he unloaded himself in my mouth at first, then down the back of my throat. With each shot, he shoved himself down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow, but that was the plan all along. His first three shots were quite forceful, then followed my a few normal shots. I had envisioned him as a giant shooter but reality is reality and I’m not going to poo poo it for anything. His internal spackle was salty and tangy, not sweet like mine. It was a nice change.

His last shot he jammed his cock in my throat. After he was fishing emptying his prostrate, he stayed there, cock in my throat, as he regained his senses. He finally pulled out, his still large, but now softer, cock falling out of my mouth. It hung there, wet and shiny, for the world to see. Fortunately, it was just him and me to see it – I may have fought others if they tried to see it. At that moment, he and his cock were mine.

I sat back on the sofa and smiled. “Better?”

He stood there, legs bent, hairy chest and belly rising and falling slower as the seconds passed. “What about you?” he asked.

“I’ll have to go jerk off once I get home” I said.

“Or here” he said, pulling me up to his level, then dropping to his knees. He looked up at me.

“I’m not ready to suck another guy off just yet. But if you want to jerk off on me, that might be a good place for me to start” he offered. I needed no more convincing.

I pulled my shorts down, my cock springing up and slapping my stomach, stringing my own leaked juices and throwing some up on my shirt. I pulled my shirt up with me left hand and started jerking with my right. His bright blue eyes looking up from beneath my cock as I jerked.

“That’s a big dick” he whispered, as if he was trying to compliment me but not too loud. I started jacking up and down so he could get a good look at my hairy balls, in which he seemed interested. With the taste of him still in my mouth and the memory of his cottony soft belly and chest hair, it wasn’t long before my insides where churning. My breath picked up and I pointed myself down towards him, which caused him to rise up and stick his chest out, like he did in the parking lot an hour or so earlier. This stud wanted man plaster spread on his chest. I was happy to help.

I growled and fired the first shot, hitting right below his neck, splattering everywhere. I pointed it down further and unloaded the rest of my payload on his chest, soaking his glorious hairy chest. Normally, my first shot is hard, the rest aren’t. But I do have large volumes. And tonight, was no exception. I dumped rope after rope after white rope on him – a baker’s dozen, most of them equally as heavy and laden as the original one. 

I sat back on his sofa and looked at him. His eyes were wide and his chest, once dark with hair, was now white with Matt seed. I enjoyed my work.

“Fucking hell, man!” he said. “Do you always cum this much?”

“Usually” I replied, trying to catch my breath.

“How am I supposed to swallow all of that?!” he asked.

“Practice, my friend.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna’ take some practice. But I’m up for it if you are” he said.

“Really? You want to do this again? It wasn’t a one time thing?”

“If you’re game, so am I” he said.

“Bud. I think this is the staring of a beautiful relationship” I replied as I watched my white liquid run and drip off his left nipple. It was a good night.