Demands of a Patron

James was on stage, and his performance was enthralling; as ever. He was one of the finest black opera singers in the south. Of course, there weren't many opera singers out of the state of Georgia, USA, but that did nothing to diminish his talent nor achievements. James was good. That boy could sang! And sang he did.

I watched from the balcony. I was not so much interested in his singing. I'd heard it a million times; both on stage and in his practice sessions. I loved opera just as much as any other rich upper class snob would, however, I was far more interested in his body. That was why I became his patron, after all.

I was a sixty year old black man; tall, slender and close to "passing for white" with my créme-caramel complexion and more European facial features. My hair gave it away though, with its curls, and was far more salt than pepper, however, my cock functioned just as well—or even better than—men half my age. It was already rising up as the performance came to an end, and the applause rained down on him: my smiling handsome singer.

I recalled the first time I had taken him, a decade ago. He'd been eighteen then but I saw his potential, both as a singer and in the bedroom. He did not disappoint on either front. That same night I'd taken out; away from his church-singer mother's protective bosom, was the same night I'd bedded him. He was no virgin; which was good considering my length and girth. I had sang myself as his hungry hole had devoured my raw cock. Yes, I preferred bareback, and he did too.

His smooth milk-chocolate skin had complimented my own pale beige so well. I had kissed his full soft lips as he moaned, and I slithered through his welcoming tunnel. So soft and silky and wet. He'd begged for it; told me how much he wanted me deeper, and I had given it to him. I'd been on Viagra back then too. I'd always been healthy but a boost didn't hurt either and I'd seeded his hot hungry hole three times that night, and made him bust twice all over himself.

He was such a hot lay; and still was. I walked slowly in the crowd as I adjusted my erection to be less visible. I slipped down the corridor, past security and into his dressing room. James twirled and smiled. He was twenty-eight but had maintained that boyish smile and attitude. It helped that he was a good bit shorter than me with a slim petit physique. His face was smooth and his low-fade immaculate.

"Enjoyed my performance, Andrew?" he asked, taking my hand and guiding me to the sofa.

"Of course. I always do."

"I know," he said, sliding his hand up my thigh to my raging erection. It pulsed under my trousers with a life of its own. He squeezed it and I moaned.

"Beautiful," he whispered then freed my cock. It stood firm, tall and swollen like a tower; a darker beige than the rest of me and topped with a pink dome. James caressed my length then sank his precious full lips down over it. I gasped. I always gasped when he sucked me. He'd never been a slouch in that department, and deep-throated like a champ. Soon enough wet squelching filled the room as his spit drooled out over my balls and soaked my pubes. He worked the head then slid off completely.

"I love your fucking cock!" he panted. "So big and thick. Fill me up, Andrew."

We stripped naked. The personal bouncer I'd hired for him insured the door would not be opened until we were done. On my knees, and him on all fours on the sofa, I inspected his firm smooth perfect chocolate ass. I parted his cheeks and inhaled the mild musk of his hole. I sank my face in, then my tongue. James groaned and wiggled as I got my tongue in deep.

"Oh! I'll never get tired of that, Andrew! Oh fuck!"

I slurped on his hungry chute. It never took much, as he seemed to have his own natural anal lubrication. A few licks to get it going and make it sloppy wet, and I stood and pressed my pink cockhead to his hole. I massaged the puckered ring, as a tease. He pushed back and I gasped as he gobbled my pole.

First the head, then the shaft; he eased himself all the way back until his buttocks met my pubes. I watched as he rocked forward then back again. he repeated the motion, slowly sliding his hot wet ass along the length of my shaft. He always wanted it. Even on stage, he could hardly wait for the performance to end so he could be, once again, speared on my cock: the only place he'd said he wanted to be. It was a fortunate thing then, that I'd always possessed a near insatiable libido; hindered nowadays only by my advanced age and need for the blue pill boost. I allowed him to fuck himself on my cock for a while longer before I grabbed the reins. I shoved into him and he grunted.

"Yes, Daddy!" he hissed.

"What was that, boy?" I chuckled and stabbed in again.

"Ugh! Yes, Daddy!" he squealed louder. "Fuck your boy, Daddy! Boy wants Daddy's dick!"

"I know he does," I growled and fucked him in earnest.

I clapped my pubes to his ass, again and again. I watched the action as I shunted through his chocolate ass; the dark pouted ring opening up around my girth. I easily slipped my entire XXL-sized length into his tiny frame, and he thanked me for it with his moans.

"Yes, Daddy!"

He'd always been a slut, even before I'd met him. By the time he was eighteen, he'd been fucked by at least as many boys, and half as many grown men. He felt no shame nor guilt over the matter. He'd told me that he loved cock, and loved men, and loved men having their cocks inside of him, and that was that. I tightened my grip on his narrow waist as I slammed him harder. His sloppy chute was even sloppier. He opened up wider and I planted deeper until I shot past his second ring.

"Urrgh!"

"Yeessss, Daddyyyy!"

I always got into his second ring, though it took a bit of fucking to break through. It was always tighter than his first but that only made me love being buried in there all the more. I churned my cock inside him. I slid my hands up his body to his throat; one hand around his neck, the other over his mouth as I hammered my cock home. I'd anticipated his scream of pleasure. He always screamed when I was balls-deep in his ass. His greedy sloppy hole spazzed and flexed around my pole but I beat the path through his bowels open once more before I came; shuddering, and slumped forward atop his petit frame.

"Oooh! Daddy!" he whispered. "Boy loves your cock!"

"I know, boy. And Daddy loves your hot tight ass!"

I pulled free and let him suck me clean and sloppy wet. Thick ropes of saliva dangled from his chin as he retreated off my cock, pulled his legs up so he fell back on the sofa, and showed me his gaping chocolate boy-pussy. I slid back into him and fucked him all over again. I plowed his depths and stretched his tunnel. I made him moan out loud and quiver with delight as he fired ropes of cum over his flat belly.

I fucked him past that too until my own second climax. I slumped forward over him and he hugged me close; his arms and legs wrapped around me as I lifted him and carried him over to the wall length mirror where I could watch my cock gouge his guts as I fucked him a third time.


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When James told me he wanted to leave, I was sad but far from devastated. I'd had young men leave me before, though none that I'd invested as much time, money or resources into as James. Still, to say I had not expected it would have been to lie. I had known he would want to strike out on his own some day, to pursue his own path after having built experience and funds.

I'd known he'd been seeking opportunity with a big opera stage, and he'd found one in Europe; an English-owned company that operated out of Frankfurt, Germany; that wonderfully international city in the heart of Hesse. I'd been there only once, having not done much research, and I'd been shocked by the number of black Americans, Latinos and Nigerians I had encountered—and bedded—there.

When I saw the man who would represent James within the company, I knew my boy had chosen well. He was handsome, for a white man; not too pale with sandy hair sprinkled with strands of silver and pale green eyes. He spoke English well but with some German accent, and it was obvious that he'd fucked James at least once.

I wasn't concerned about it. I'd never held James to me exclusively, and I knew he had been fucked by more than a few men I knew, and some I did not. The few times he recounted that he'd topped younger white singers was what had surprised me.

Anyway, when it came down to the time for him to leave, we had one last rigorous farewell fuck before I saw him off at the airport the following morning, accompanied by his new German dandy as he disappeared past my vision into the departures hall.


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I took a few months away from the arts. I headed to Bahia, Brazil and fucked a few of my favorite dark-chocolate boys, then I returned stateside and focused on my businesses and investments for a while. I was interrupted in that when, one night, at a mediocre opera performance, I'd met Malcolm. Malcolm Jr. to be precise. He was not unlike James and yet so unlike James.

He had a similar milk-chocolate complexion, and was eighteen but he was much taller with a more knowing glint in his eyes. Talent-wise, he had been the stand out voice at what was an otherwise humdrum affair. His parents had been there too, and it had been his father I'd been chatting with about the performance when his wife and son had joined us.

It was when his mother; who seemed too sharp-eyed for my tastes, excused herself to the ladies' room that I was able to give Malcolm Jr. a good look over while his oblivious father prattled on about God-only-knows-what because I certainly was not paying attention. Junior wasn't just tall; he was built with an athletic physique under his white dress shirt, gray waistcoat and his snugly fitted black slacks. He smirked and groped the swelling bulge at his front. It was an impressive piece but I was far more interested in his ass.

As if he'd read my mind, he turned; pretending to look around, and showed me that lovely bubble butt. My cock was already hard, thankfully already in a position to not be easily made out. I quickly took my chance to invite Malcolm Jr. back to my place so I could show him what a patronage under me would entail. His star-dazzled father quickly agreed, much to the dismay of his wife once she'd returned but she did not protest his decision. I put in my own two cents in defense of Junior's autonomy as an eighteen year-old, and that was that.

"Your father was easy enough to convince," I chuckled as I drove back to my place, Junior riding shotgun in my Benz.

"Yeah, dad will do anything for me so long as it involves my singing career. Mom is a good Christian wife and thinks that means no protesting her husband's decisions too much. It generally works out in my favor, especially when you're a bit smarter and more worldly than your parents."

"I can see that. So, just how worldly are you?" I smirked.

Through my peripheral vision, I saw the shadow of Junior's smile. He caressed my thigh then slid his hand to my crotch. I was already hard as he groped me. I'd have to take a pill the moment I got home if I wanted to last longer than one round, and I was damned sure that Junior was in need of more than one round. He hauled my cock free and jerked me slowly as I pushed on the gas to get us to my house before I blew.

"Nice place," he noted, looking around as we stepped inside. "Very nice indeed."

"It is but you can look around tomorrow morning, if I let you leave my bed."

Junior smirked and stepped up to me. He was near as tall as I was, and it was a nice change not to have to bend down just to kiss. His lips were soft. Hell, even softer than James' had been, and fuller too. He knew how to kiss, sucking on my lips then taking my tongue. We wrestled that way; his tongue twisting over mine as I tried to overcome it with my own. I held him by the waist and pulled him to me. His hard cock pressed against mine and he moaned softly.

"Shall we go to your bed, Andrew?" he asked.

"Let's."

Both of us naked, I was in awe of his form. He was wonderfully sculpted, his body well-trained in athletics and shaved hairless in the right places. His shoulders were broad; pecs meaty and abs defined; his thighs thick; calves bulging, and that perfect bubble butt filled my palms as I sank to my knees. I kissed down his body as I went and he moaned. His cock, large and thick, jerked as it stood firm and out from his crotch. It curved upward, circumcised with a purplish head. I kissed it then sank my lips over it.

"Agh. . .yes!"

I worked his cock in my mouth. I was no deep-throater but I knew how to pleasure a man's tool. I soon had him gasping. He braced himself on my shoulders, and his cock jerked in my mouth. I retreated completely and that thick rod bounced in mid air, dribbling a long string of precum. I kissed the underside then got to sucking his balls.

He was completely hairless down there, and I inhaled the scent of his fragrant skin. I nuzzled my nose into the root of his hard cock and he shuddered. He gripped my head and his fingers tightened their grip. Slowly, he started to thrust against my face and precum leaked onto my skin. I stood and kissed him, and walked him toward the bed at the same time. I shoved him down on the edge and presented my cock. He smiled at me then went down.

He was a good cocksucker. Not as talented as James but more than a B+ grade as he managed to get almost my entire cock into his gullet before he retreated to the head. It would be easy enough to train him in taking it all. I just hoped his fine bubble ass made up for his oral shortcoming. He got my cock wet then turned around, on all fours on the bed; went face-down and spread his lovely chocolate ass.

I almost gasped as I saw his perfectly puckered hole. It was moist and quivering as I sank my face in. He smelled just as good back there, and the flavor was just as delicious. Within minutes, he was moaning loudly as I slurped, kissed and sucked on his pouted ring. Clearly he was no stranger to taking cock; which was all I needed to know. I stood, grabbed the nearby lube and anointed his winking chute. I smeared some over my huge throbbing cock then began my entry.

"Oooooh fuck yeah!" he breathed, as I pushed in. His asshole gave easily and I got the first few inches past his sphincter. However, I was thick and he grunted as I pushed in more.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah! Push it in! I can take it!" he growled.

I grabbed his waist and pushed in more. He groaned but took it. His asshole opened up around my cock and I sank in to the root. He was tight though; tighter than my sweet slut James had ever been. I paused and let his adjust. He panted and worked his anal ring on my cock. I savored the toothless chewing as I felt his hole relax and loosen.

"Go on. Fuck me," he grunted.

I slithered backward then in again. Junior cooed and his asshole spazzed. I moaned. He really was a tight fuck, and I knew I was going to blow my first load earlier than usual. I tightened my grip on his waist and fucked him more steadily. I slithered in and out; sawed through his moist satin-soft guts and savored his moans.

"Uggggh! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeaaaah! Ummmph! That's a big fucking dick, man! Shit!"

"Want me to stop?"

"Hell no! Fuck my ass! I love this pain, and it'll stop soon enough!"

A boy who enjoyed a bit of pain? I would have to work that angle. I pushed deep, withdrew then rammed back inside.

"Aggh! Fuck!"

"Yeah, boy! Still love that pain?"

"Fuck yes! Pound me, you old dirty bastard!"

And pound him I did. I made him grunt and yelp and groan. He barked each time I plunged my cock especially deep; nestled and churned my cock round in his bowels, balls-deep. I felt my orgasm close and began to lance my cock deep inside. Within seconds I erupted. I shuddered and slumped forward over him while I twitched and huffed.

"Enjoyed my ass, old man?" he teased. I smacked his butt and he laughed.

"Let's see how much pain you can take, boy! I can tell you've never had a cock as big as mine in you, eh?"

"Not at all but I'm up to the challenge. I took your first load, didn't I?"

I was glad that Junior was no quitter, nor did he regret his words as he leisurely rode my cock in the second round. Completely in control of the fuck, he growled less and moaned more. His cock returned to full erection, and dribbled precum over my stomach as he bounced up and down my pole. I growled as I felt his hot depths wrap around my shaft and squeeze. I looked into his beautiful light brown, almost golden-colored eyes as he rode me. We did not break eye contact after that. It was almost spiritual, as though I could read his thoughts as he gasped and rode me more sensually; gyrated his hips and pushed his ass down into my lap.

I reached up; caressed his lovely sculpted chocolate body. I massaged every curve and dip, and pinched his stiff nipples. I caressed his firm round ass then gripped his rigidly swollen cock in one hand. He began to fuck my fist; grinding back and down on my cock then thrusting forward through the hollow of my palm. His precum lubed the path and he rode me faster.

"Oh fuck. . .Oh fuck!"

"Don't hold back," I whispered. "Cum, if you're going to!"

He craned his head back and roared as his orgasm fired over my chest. The first shot actually splattered against my chin, with the rest streaking my chest and belly in ropes of white. To his credit, he kept on riding. I grabbed his waist and humped upward while he pumped down. The colliding motions increased my pleasure and quickly brought me to my second climax of the night.

My third climax had come as I held Junior in my arms, raising and spearing him on my cock as I watched the hot action in my full-length mirror. I loved the definition of his broad chiseled back. I relished his whimpers and moans as he begged for more, and finally understood what I would demand from him as his patron. He embraced it, it seemed, as his hole had opened up for me and his cock was rock-hard against my belly. Needless to say, it was more of a workout to fuck Junior standing up than it had been to fuck petit James but it had been rewarding enough as I laid him on the edge of my bed and gouged his innards.

Wet squelching filled the air as I fucked through my two previous loads. Junior pulled his knees back to his chest and out a bit, giving me full access. I cooed as I watched my dark-beige cock plunder his welcoming chocolate hole; the anal lips pouted and stretched wide around my massive pole. I grabbed his cock and balls around the base and squeezed gently yet firmly. He moaned his pleasure and his raging cock lurched in my fist. Precum dribbled from the cockhead onto the ridges of his abs, and I felt my third climax.

"Fuck me, Andrew! Breed me deep!" he panted, one hand on my chest as he thumbed my sensitive nipples. That did it. I grunted and quaked as I blasted a third load of raw cum up his bowels. I fell forward over him. My heart raced and I gasped for breath. Junior held me close until I had calmed down and I slowly rolled off him. My cock was limp as I shuffled up onto the bed and fell back, spread eagle.

"That was an amazing fuck!" I panted.

"You have no idea," Junior sighed as he lied next to me. "It's huge but I could get used to taking your cock on a daily basis," he chuckled.

"So it's settled then?"

"Write up the papers. Dad will be only too happy to sign."