The House in Port

I couldn’t control myself. As one black man grabbed my legs, I struggled, the others spoke to each other in a language I couldn’t understand. They were all muscular and naked. I’m not sure how many, five, seven. As they grabbed me roughly, they fought for my mouth or my asshole. One by one they took turns fucking me or shoving their huge dicks down my throat. This was wrong. It was so wrong. They weren’t holding me down or really forcing me. I was willing. As I swallowed my first load and felt the flood of cream up my ass, I thought of my partner Hank. What would Hank...”Mark, Mark, are you okay. Wake up”. I gasped and leaped up from my dream. I was soaking wet and hard as a rock. Hank asked if they were back. I said yes. He asked me to tell him what happened. As I spoke, Hank spread my legs and licked me from my asshole, my balls to the head of my cock where he was rewarded with a steam of precum leaking from me. He looked up and said,”what happened next?” His face and lips were glossy from his spit and my juices. As I continued to recount the story in detail he flipped my legs up and buried first his tongue, then his entire face in my ass. My hole was on fire as I described how these strange big black men from another time fucked me one by one right here in this bed. Hank got on top of me and slid deep inside with absolutely no resistance. As I described the scene whispering in his ear, I could feel his pleasure as he pounded me harder than he had in years. The idea of these men fucking me over and over made Hank wild like an animal as he shot load after load into my content asshole. I didn’t need to touch myself. As Hanks hot jizz hit my prostate I shot load after load on my chest, face and in my mouth. Hank collapsed on me. We were wet and sticky but didn’t bother to clean up. I was still horny. As Hank held me and started snoring, I thought of them again. I wiped cum off my belly and ate it. Careful not to wake Hank, l lubed my cock with my cum and flicked at my right nipple as I thought of those big black dicks fighting over my ass. I came even harder as Hank rolled over. Now completely drenched I wondered what was happening to me since we moved into this big beautiful old house in the port.

Two months early we drove up to the house on Captain CL. I immediately said this is the one. Hank an I were tired of the city and decided to move north to a simpler life. No more condos, elevators and high taxes. Our condo sold to a friend of a friend completely furnished at top dollar. He saw a party we had on FB and asked if he could come and talk to us about buying. We’d been kicking the idea around but when this little fantasy became reality, we jumped at the chance but where would we go? Hanks family vacationed in the port through his childhood and we decided to start there. Nothing really grabbed us until we saw this big old Georgian on the hill. We out bid 4 other buyers that day with our inflated city sale cash to back us, it was easy for us to get what we wanted. That was an old house with good bones, built in the 1700s and needed lots of work. But first we had to pass inspection with the salty old bachelor that owned it. A gay couple was buying his family home. The home he was born in 85 years earlier. Fortunately he liked us. Our realtor said he didn’t like anyone. I’m not sure if that meeting helped but we were in.

We got right to it and within weeks we were living in a construction zone. The house felt good. Old but good vibes.  I felt no danger. Even as the dreams started. Nobody wanted to hurt me. The holy water I bless every new house with would take care of that. These guys wanted to tease me, please me.

That first night, naked black men, some in chains surrounded my bed. I felt no danger. I felt like a curiosity. I would wake and tell Hank about my dreams. He would joke that they should come to his side of the bed for a really good time. No way, I’d think. This could be fun.

Over the next two years, they would return occasionally. Each time things would get more and more intense. Some nights I tried to summons them but that never worked. 

As I researched the house at the Historical Society, the nice secretary filled me in on some history. The port was a slave trading place for 50 years. During that time, the 5th riches person in town lived in my house and was rumored to buy slaves, hide them and free them. My house was probably part of the Underground Railroad that tried to do good things in horrible times. Mr Crenshaw, the owner at the time, was also related to Johnny, the old cranky man that sold us the house. I was fascinated. Were these dreams I was having, or more?

I rushed home and told Hank all about it. He looked a bit pale. He admitted they came to him a few times to ask permission to fuck me. Hank, never liking getting fucked told them to go for it, thinking this was a fantasy dream but now we both felt something more supernatural was happening. We decided to contact Johnny. He would drive by and stop in occasionally during renovations and loved what we were doing to “his” house.

As we visited Johnny in the all male rest home, he looked frail. He scoffed off any mention of ghosts in the house and his great great uncles involvement in the Underground Railroad. I looked to Johns wall where a picture of a handsome soldier hung. He said “that’s me, 23 and ready to take on the world. It all came to an end when my dad died. I moved home to care for mom and the kids. I never left.” I felt bad for Johnny. He was 5 inches taller then with wavy blonde hair and a familiar look. Johnny never married.

As we went on with our lives, renovations, nighttime fantasies we were notified that Johnny passed away. He had become like family. It was a sad time. We said a prayer for him that night and went to sleep.

They were all over me, dark as chocolate, shiny, muscular and hung. We were in the attic of my house. This was different. As I knelt down sucking a few off in a circle, I noticed Hank watching me. He was naked and smiling. Next to Hank was a beautiful blonde soldier. I started to get up and Hank said stay. Enjoy yourself. This is the last night. Johnny never had sex with anyone other than these ghosts. He wanted to feel Hanks flesh. Feel him inside of him. Mark said “do whatever you want as you always have. I’m going to make love to Johnny before he takes them away.” I felt jealousy flash by but as my ass was filled by “the king”, the biggest cock by far, 10 or 12 fat inches, I let go of it all. As I was getting slammed, rammed and glazed like a doughnut, I watched Hank gently bring Johnny the pleasure he never had in life. It was like King entered me to distract me from them. It did. I was squealing, stuffed to the absolute brink of pain and pleasure. Nothing Elise matter but riding that monster cock and meeting every stroke twice as hard as he gave it.

Hank looked into Johnny’s beautiful eyes as he hammered his ass. They kissed deep and passionately as tears rolled down Johnny’s face from his beautiful blond eyes. I saw Hank cum and Johnny smile as he took his huge load. Then it stopped. 

We woke up the next morning and didn’t talk about last night. We talked about renovation schedules, work and who was coming home early to walk the dogs. A month or so later, Hank asked me if they were gone. I said yes but I was more concerned about Johnny. I was fucking, they were making love. Was I jealous of a ghost? Hank said, “Sweetheart, they are gone for good. All of them. Johnny promised. That was the deal but we can talk about it if it turns you on.” That night I told hank how hot it was watching him please someone as much as he pleased me. Ashe entered my waiting hole, he said “in this world and beyond, this is exactly where I want to be.” Then he fucked me lick a jackhammer on a city street.