Darren's First

Darren took long slow strides along the New York City pavement, his backpack around his shoulders, in deep thought. He had just finished his workout at the gym, and even after showering, his I-shirt was already damp with sweat. He could even feel the sweat inside his butt crack. Darren was not reflecting about the workout, though. He was thinking about what had happened in the shower.

When he had walked into the open shower area, there was no one around. He’d stripped and was soaping his smooth chest, working out a lather, when he felt a movement behind him. The shower head next to his turned on, and he heard a soft moan, as the water hit the body of the guy who had just walked in.

When he turned sideways to check out the guy, he’d unconsciously held his breath. He had noticed the guy earlier in the workout room, lifting weights, estimating the guy to be taller than him, at maybe around 6’2”. Lean and muscled. Bare hairy torso, glistening with sweat. Wide, muscled shoulders. Bulging running red shorts. Thick and hairy thighs and legs. The thick chest patch of hair thinned down the abs to a trail disappearing under the shorts band. What had been amazing for Darren was the color of the head and body hair. Golden. Not only the abundant head mane but the blond hair covering the fit body all the way down to the ankles.

Now the same guy was naked, right next to him. He had allowed himself a quick look as the guy applied shampoo and started to rub his hair with his eyes closed. Even his bare butt was hairy, and blond. In profile, Darren had been able to check out the guy’s crotch. Uncut dick flopping on top of a pair of hairy hanging balls. Estimate: at least four inches or more, thick. The bush: fucking blond!

Darren’s dark skin was smooth except for his pubes, black and curly. His leg hair started below his knees. He had always admired a hairy body, and the guys he’d enjoyed fucking most had been the hairy type. He loved the feeling of his cock sliding into a hairy butt crack and penetrating the pink hole in the middle.

He’d averted his eyes in time as the guy started to wash away the shampoo. Darren’s dick had already elongated, and he’d willed himself not to develop a full 8-inch erection in front of the guy next to him. Quickly, he’d rinsed off and rushed out to towel try, slip on his I-shirt and sweatpants, not bothering with underwear, and leave. Horny, scared, excited, trembling.

Fishing his keys out of his pants pocket, Darren let himself into his small apartment, throwing his backpack in the hall and flopping down on the couch. He closed his eyes. The image of the blonde dude in the showers was implanted in his mind, and his dick hardened as he ran the image over and over, taking in the hard muscles and the hair contours around the naked and wet body.

He had been with a couple of white dudes before, who loved his big black dick. He had to admit that his fucking was very satisfying, especially when the guys he’d fucked went crazy over his smooth, silky black skin and his big hard cock. What was intriguing now was not the blond guy’s butt in the showers, but his long uncut dick and his hairy body. What would it be like of Darren could have such a man’s dick up his own butt?

All he’d tried to do in the anal area was a finger teasing his hole as he showered or jerked off before going to bed. It’d always felt good, but a man cock there? He’d wondered about that a lot and the few times when the men he’d been with offered to finger him or rub their dick inside his crack, he’d refused.

Darren was gay, that was for sure. He was a gay top. He enjoyed having a cock in his mouth, but his ecstasy was when his big dick ravaged a tight ass, when he squirted deep into bowels, emptying his nuts, when he fucked!  He wasn’t ready to get fucked. He knew about the pain, but it’d been pain he’d inflicted rather than received. Some of the men he’d fucked were delirious with lust instead of with pain. But some others had screamed.

Darren wondered if he would scream if a cock like the blond dude’s in the showers plowed into him. He thought he would. Reaching down to rub his hardness inside his sweatpants, he arched his back, still with eyes closed, fantasizing about how big the blond dude’s dick would get when erect. Eight inches like his own tool? Or maybe longer?  Nine? And it looked thick when limp. How thick would it get when hard?

He fished his hard cock out of his sweatpants and stroked slowly, the sweat lubing his long cut cock. He looked down as he squeezed the pink, mushroomed head, and slid down the black-skinned shaft all the way to the base, back to the head.

His load was thick and intense as he shot up in the air, sperm splashing all over his I-shirt and sweatpants, his breathing coming out hard and fast. His head reeling, consuming by the images of his getting his butt plowed by a big, hard, white, hairy cock.

Darren walked back from work, enjoying New York City streets like at no time before. It’s been almost one year now since he left Wheeling, West Virginia, to take a graphic design job in NYC. It had been a huge move for him, especially since he’d never been outside Wheeling before. He’d gone to college there and upon graduation, his dream of moving out to a big city had come true.

His dad had helped in the initial financing, and his job was paying well enough for him to sustain himself. He enjoyed the independence and the freedom. And, of course, the men he’d fucked. In Wheeling, there had only been a couple of instances, one a blowjob in the park toilets and the other a hand job behind some bushes in the same park. He’d been very careful to hide his lust for men. It wouldn’t do for a well-built black dude to be outed as gay. His parents didn’t know, neither did any of his friends, not that he had had many.

A loner by nature, Darren really reveled in his stay in the big city.  His small apartment was good enough for him, and his visits to the gym every other day kept him fit. Now, he was impatient to change and walk the two blocks to the gym, not for the exercise, but for the blond guy. Not to fuck him, but to… oh God, Darren couldn’t believe what he was thinking. It’d been that his thoughts were centered about the other guy’s butt. But now it was the blond guy’s body hair and uncut dick that he’d been focusing on and lusting for.

Again, Darren reflected on how well New York City suited. The apartment, the job, the gym, but mostly the bustle and hustle of city people, and definitely the choice of men. Instantly, the thought of the blond guy in the gym jumped into his mind as he changed his clothes. Would he, Darren, bottom for the guy? He snickered to himself. By all rights, the guy was not even gay, or interested, or wanted a hung black top under him.

***

The workout hall was empty when Darren walked in. He stepped onto the treadmill and started slow, his muscles beginning to relax. Five minutes later, he was on a fast run, sweating and panting. Every now and then, he’d scan the hall, checking. Would he be lucky and the white blond hot dude appear? Two or three other men started on the weight lifts and exercise machines as Darren stepped off the treadmill.

Working some weights on his back, his long legs straddling the machine, he thought he glanced a pair of hairy (blond) thighs and legs walk by. Resting the barbells on the stand, he raised his head and looked. He was met by a pair of greenish-blue eyes and blond beard. The dude. Looking at him. Darren froze. The guy nodded, a hint of a smile around his mouth. Darren’s heart raced as his eyes flickered down the fit body to the bulging crotch in the red shorts.

“Hey,” came the unexpected deep and throaty voice from the blonde guy. “Greg,” he stepped over, extending a hand.

In slow motion, Darren took the offered hand and felt the grip, strong and manly. “Hi. Darren.”

“You’re doin’ great, there, bud,” Greg smiled wider, exposing a set of white teeth, a friendly look. “Want me to spot?”

Darren nodded, a lump in his throat, his heart rate increasing. He lay back as Greg stood above him, towering, looking down at him. Darren’s head was right between Greg’s hairy thighs, and he moaned inwardly as he placed his hands around the barbell, his eyes plastered on Greg’s scrotum. He lifted, aware of his pecs and abs taut with the effort. Greg was there ready to help out. He felt his biceps shaking as he raised his arms. He knew that there was no way that he could lift much with those hairy legs and the covered hairy crotch inches over his face.

Placing the barbell on the stand, Darren sat up. “I think I am done for the day,” he heaved, his body muscles shaking. “Gonna hit the showers. Nice meeting you, Greg, and thanks.”

Greg nodded with the same smile, showing the gleaming teeth. “Sure, man, any time.”

As Darren showered, his dick almost hard, he was hoping for Greg to join. But there wasn’t much chance of that since Greg had just walked in when they met.

Greg was a hunk of a guy, Darren reflected as hot water washed his soapy silky dark skin. Was there any chance? He would love to experiment bottoming for such a hunk. It would be painful, he knew that quite well, but he wasn’t wimpish enough not to try. He felt his hole twitch. Yes, he would try.

Just like the time a couple of days before, Darren sensed movement behind him. His heart raced but he didn’t dare turn around to see who it was, hoping against hope that it would be Greg. Still, he surprisingly wished that it wouldn’t be the sexy blond hunk. Because that would mean that the sexy blond hunk was stalking him. That this sexy blond hunk was going to fuck his black ass.

But it was. In his peripheral vision, he detected Greg’s naked body under the shower head next to him.

“Ah,” Greg emitted a throaty sound as the hot water hit his body. “This feels so good.”

Darren could only utter a sound from deep down his throat which sounded like an agreement. Turning sideways away from Greg to hide his growing erection, Darren realized that he was also exposing his bubbled, smooth butt to Greg. His body shaking violently, Darren was dying for Greg to spoon his butt and grind on him under the hot shower. For him to feel the heat of a man’s crotch pressing on him, the man’s arms around his slender waist, the man’s hands tweaking his sensitive nipples.

Instead, Darren quickly rinsed off and rushed to grab his towel. As he dried himself, he gazed at Greg’s back, the shoulder and back muscles, the firm and hairy butt cheeks and crack, the defined thighs and legs.

Greg turned. Erected. Nine uncut inches at an angle, upwards, hairy and dripping balls hanging low, feet planted firmly, a smirk on his face. Darren froze, a deep breath inhaled and kept in his lungs, eyes wide, taking in the apparently horned masculine beautiful man, standing naked a couple of feet away from him, his body dripping water, his manhood throbbing in all its glory, crowned by the most sensational reddish-blond bush.

It took Darren all his efforts to drop his gaze. He continued drying himself, the towel hiding his raging erection, trying to act nonchalantly, as if it was normal for a hot dude to stand naked and hard right in front of him, staring at him. He sensed Greg’s body heat getting closer before he noticed the bare wet feet right in front of him, toes almost touching. Two strong arms reached and grabbed his waist, pulling his body to plaster against the muscled hunk, only the towel separating dark and white skin. He moaned, long and deep.

“Yeah, dude,” Greg’s voice came as if from miles away. “I thought right. You want this,” he added pressing his hardness against Darren’s belly, pulling away the towel.

Darren melted inside the strong arms, resting his head weakly on the muscled shoulder, uncontrollably shaking, Greg’s cock throbbing into his abs. It had always been his role to make this kind of move, to grab the guy, to turn him around, to bend him over, and to fuck his brains out. Now, he was the one being held tight, masculine arms around his waist, lips caressing the side of his neck, hands grabbing his bubbled butt cheeks, massaging his silken smooth skin.

“Delicious,” Greg mumbled wetly as he slobbered all over the satiny skin of the naked Darren. “Can we take this up somewhere more private?”

Darren felt a huge lump in his throat. Was he going to get fucked? Finally? Cherry popped?

He nodded.

The two men walked the couple of blocks to Darren’s apartment. New York streets seemed to glow and sparkle in Darren’s eyes. He’d enjoyed the walk before, but never like this, not like with the hottest man on earth striding beside him, heading to his apartment… to fuck.

***

As soon as Greg’s eyes took in the slender and tall black dude, Greg wanted him. The guy didn’t look gay or effeminate. If anything, he looked like a swanky macho black guy, which made him more attractive to Greg.

Greg noticed, however, how nervous the guy was in the showers. When he’d stepped in, the first thing he noticed were the two round globes, smooth and bubbled and wet. And he’d realized that was what he wanted, to spread them and drive his hard cock inside them.

Greg had taken the shower head right next to the guy, hoping. He had let the guy study his naked body, which he knew was fit and toned. Pretending to wash his thick mane of hair with his eyes closed, he had turned sideways just a little bit, hoping that the dude would get a look at his crotch and impressive equipment. Sadly, the guy just scampered away and out.

But Greg was determined. The satin-like dark skin, the slender waist, the bubbled and smooth butt cheeks were very inviting.

Greg had been disappointed when the next day the black dude was not in the gym. He’d waited, but to no avail. The following day, to his delight, he spotted the dude the second he walked in. There he was, on his back, working the weights, his pecs and abs rippling with his efforts, his long legs dangling on either side of the bench.

Darren. That was the guy’s name. Fucking sexy Darren. Darren who Greg was determined to fuck. Greg had followed Darren to the showers the second time even though he had just walked in and hadn’t worked out a sweat. But the sexy black dude attracted him like a magnet.

Greg was dejected when he watched Darren try to make another disappearance. He was hard and throbbing, the slender body and dark skin so inviting. From the furtive looks he noticed, Greg knew that Darren was interested but scared. So he had to make the first move, and he did.

***

Darren bit his lower lip as he tried to concentrate on the design glaring back at him from his laptop. He wasn’t aware that his mind was focused on the previous night. The night with Greg.

Tried as they might, it hadn’t happened. Darren was still a butt virgin.

Sheathed and lubed, Greg had flipped Darren onto his stomach and lay on him, the greased hard cock between Darren’s cheeks. Greg had lifted Darren’s hips and started to push into the ring. Darren’s instinctive reaction was to squeeze himself shut. No matter how hard Greg tried to make him relax, Darren’s body refused to let go. Darren had so wanted that fat cock to penetrate, had so willed his hole to open up, to no avail. They had given up after almost half an hour of trying different positions, ending in Greg’s load down Darren’s throat.

“We can try again, baby,” Greg had said consolingly as he wiped off the remaining sperm around Darren’s face cheeks and thick lips with his flared cockhead, the skin pulled all the way back. “I want to fuck you and fill your hot tight ass with as much sperm as my nuts can hold.”

Darren had smiled weakly, feeling such a wimp, his body screaming to be fucked but somehow clamming against the pressing cock.

They’d planned to work out together after work today and then go back to his apartment… to fuck.

***

“You ready, baby?” Greg smirked as he rubbed Darren’s butt hole with his index finger.

“Um… fuck,” Darren whimpered, wrapping his smooth thighs around Greg’s waist, gazing at the huge white cock slowly rubbing on his balls and hard dick, the condom around it shining with lube. He trembled. How would that man rod fit into his tight hole that had barely been able to take a finger? He jumped as Greg pushed his index finger inside his ring. He tightened around the finger, moaning and raising his hips.

“Fuck, Darren, relax babe,” Greg spit under Darren’s balls letting the spit slide down his crack, the finger turning round and round inside the squeezed hole. Darren heaved; his eyes closed tight. His grunt came out loud when he felt his ring stretch further with Greg’s middle finger joining the one already inside him, with Greg’s thumb rubbing his scrotum and under his balls. Two fingers in, one thumb massaging. Darren squirmed. It wasn’t really the pain. He’d made sure to get the lube with some kind of pain dulling agent. It was the idea of a man fucking him. Not just a man, but of Greg, leaning over him, all muscled and hairy and masculine, trying to make him his wife, to open him up for the thick hard cock to break his cherry.

Greg lifted Darren’s legs up by the ankles, placing them on his shoulders, Darren’s butt exposed and stretched. The cock head prodded the hole. Again, Darren couldn’t help but squeeze his opening close. The pressure increased as Greg leaned over and met Darren’s lips sucking them. When Greg’s tongue played into Darren’s thick lips, Darren felt his hole loosen, which Greg also felt. A sudden shove and Greg’s cock knob penetrated.

Darren grunted into Greg’s sucking mouth, his body going limp. His legs slid off Greg’s shoulders to fall onto the bed. Greg’s shaft followed, penetrating slowly but surely. The masculinity of the hard cock pushing its way inside the tight tunnel, steadily, made Darren totally owned.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Greg mumbled as he pushed in further.

“All in?” Darren just managed to grunt.

Greg snickered. “Will be soon, baby,” he cajoled, and the cock was still forcing its way inside the stretched tunnel, endlessly.

Darren couldn’t believe that there was so much hard cock still being pushed into him. His body screamed with lust, the pain receding. He grabbed Greg’s hairy butt cheeks pulling him deeper, ever deeper. It was as if the cock shaft would never end its plowing into him. This was how it felt? Being fucked? Darren was owned.

Finally, Greg bottomed out and grinded on the butt cheeks, mouth plastered against the full pink lips, slobbering and sucking. “You’re beautiful,” Greg hissed, moving his hips round, buried inside the tight hole, his balls pressed against Darren’s tailbone. He wrapped an arm around Darren’s head, his big hand grabbing Darren’s throat, and started to pull out. Darren could feel the tugging out of his ass lips against the withdrawing thick shaft. Then the thrust back in. Steady. Hard. Deep.

Darren’s cherry was finally broken. Greg fucked fast and hard, grunting and sweating on top of the squirming Darren. Greg’s eyes were glazed as he drove into the tight tunnel, feeling his nuts churn with the urgency to unload. However, he pulled out just as he felt himself close to cumming. He pulled off the condom and lay on top of Darren, rubbing their slimed cocks on each other, arms wrapped around Darren’s head, lips locked, tongues dancing around each other.

The two men exploded simultaneously. Their man semen mixing and sloshing between their sweaty torsos. Darren grabbed Greg’s butt cheeks as the muscles rippled with each squirt.

Panting and heaving, Darren and Greg held each other tight, not able to separate. The gunk between their naked bodies slithering and sliming. They kissed hard and long.

“Amazing, baby,” Greg mumbled, his voice shaking.

“You broke me, Greg,” Darren wasn’t accusing, but rather complimenting, himself. He had finally gotten a man cock up his butt, getting what he’d been dishing out to other men so often before. His hole screamed with pain and pleasure and all he wanted now was more of that, more of Greg, more of cock.