Undeniable

Chapter One

Antwan Baptiste had always been gay. He'd known it since he'd turned fourteen. He'd had his fair share of men over the years but; growing up in a Christian home and being expected to take on his father's role of Pastor at the church, Antwan had kept his dalliances with men secret. He'd also learned to appreciate women. Technically that made him bisexual but he rejected that notion, even after fifteen years of marriage.

Antwan loved his wife, and while they'd been young, he'd been able to keep the urges under wraps. Not because of any genuine desire to be fully heterosexual but rather, to assuage any rumors. In the Black community, there were always rumors, especially about a man's sexuality. The slightest swish in the walk or even refusal to pretend to gaze longingly at a female figure was enough to spark whispers that a man was gay. Four children, and having his wife brag to the other church ladies about his virility in bed, had certainly ended all doubts.

However, Antwan had just celebrated his fortieth birthday. His wife was thirty-nine, and the river of her lustful sex drive had slowed to a trickle. Without the warmth of her moist pussy, the urges had returned and Antwan found himself gazing longingly upon the handsome young men of his congregation. He knew most of them well; knew their families and their lives; and he certainly knew, or at least had very strong indications of, which were bi or gay.

He would never risk sex with any of them, however. Instead, he discovered a nice spot a few counties over: an adult video store and mini-cinema that one of his gay friends had recommended. He'd never been despite having known of it for several months. That night was his first. For a man of forty, Antwan Baptiste looked good; barely any fat on his sinewy frame. He was on the lighter side of the complexion spectrum, and his black hair was flecked with silver.

He entered the cinema section. It was small, with the limited rows of seats divided by a central aisle. He took a seat near the center of the right hand set of seats. There were only a few other patrons and no one was seated at the back. He allowed himself to be absorbed in the movie on the screen: two dark-skinned Black men spit-roasting a cute Latino twink. Antwan rubbed his crotch; his dick hardening. Other patrons were already openly stroking. Antwan joined them. He felt strangely free as he stroked his thick inches, moaning softly. He dribbled into his palm to renew his lubrication; stroking slowly as he allowed himself to fuck the Latino twink vicariously.

He had not even noticed the young man approach until he was one seat over. Even lighter than Antwan, he had a distinctly mulatto look, with hair a rusty-brown color and woven into narrow cornrows; his eyes green and his lips a luscious pink. He could not have been older than twenty, if that. Antwan kept stroking, even as they locked eyes. He released his cock, and let it wag back and forth via his muscle contractions. He gasped as the mulatto grabbed his shaft, squeezed, then began stroking.

Antwan moaned as the mulatto stroked him faster. He craned his head back against the seat, shivering as pleasure built up in his cock. The motion of the warm wet palm slowed and warm wet lips engulfed his mushroom dome. Antwan growled and shuddered. It had been a long time since he'd been sucked, and he was all too grateful for it. He gently caressed the back of the mulatto's head, gripped the back of his slender neck, applied force, and felt the warm wet mouth seal around the base of his cock while his shaft burrowed into the even wetter throat.

The mulatto sucked him vigorously and wetly. Squelching echoed in the small theater, drawing envious eyes and egging on more audibly frantic fapping. Within minutes, Antwan was on the verge of orgasm; heavy pressure in his balls as he tightened his grip on the mulatto's neck and exploded down his throat. The cock-gobbler swallowed every bit of Antwan's load then kept on sucking, even as Antwan writhed in his seat.

Antwan was still hard as the mulatto wiped his mouth and retreated toward the exit. He resumed stroking; shifting his attention to the new movie. A young black man had his cock buried in an older white daddy. The pressure had remained in his balls and it took mere moments for him to erupt a geyser over the back of the seat in front of him. He huffed and shuddered, his cum splattering audibly against the pleather. With the urge satisfied, Antwan zipped up his jeans and made a swift exit.

On reaching the street, he walked a block to where he'd parked and slid in behind the wheel. He sighed his relief as he looked about. He hadn't been caught. He started the engine and returned to his wife and kids. For the first time in months, he'd slept like a log, and even his wife had commented on it. She noted that he must have found some peace. Perhaps he had, as his thoughts strayed to the cinema, and his plans to return the following week.

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Chapter Two

Antwan grunted. He churned his cock round and his wife moaned sweetly. It was early evening and the good pastor had gotten home early, on his wife's request, so they could get it in before the kids got home. She was rarely horny but Antwan loved his wife, and loved fucking her pussy, so he accommodated her desire. He churned his cock around again, his length sheathed in the condom. They already had four children, and for her that was enough.

Antwan pulled back then thrust inward and savored her gasp. After fifteen years of marriage, he knew just how to please her; how to make her cum. He hit her spot again, and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her nails raked across his back as he continued to thrust and grind and gyrate within her. Her legs stiffened and Antwan felt her orgasm. She screamed and her welcoming cunt pulsated on his cock. He growled as he erupted into the latex sheath.

That had been last night. The memory stayed with him because it was the first time they'd fucked in the past four months. Hell, it was the first time they'd done anything sexual in the past four months. He shook her memory from his head as he entered the adult video store and mini cinema a few counties over. The handsome young Black man at the front desk took his cash and nodded him on. There were two paths. The first to the video store; where he'd been told there were booths for sucking as well as sex toys and porn films on sale. The second led to the mini cinema, a place of no restrictions, where the seats only got cleaned every six hours.

Antwan decided to try the first path. Despite his success in the cinema, he'd figured it was sheer beginner's luck. Besides that, he wanted to explore his options. He was already there after all. Why not go all the way?

The video store section was different. Unlike the shadowy, sleazy cinema; the video store was well lit in the front section; where porn DVDs and sex toys were on display. Antwan perused the selection of gay and bisexual films, and his cock swelled. The young men were handsome, particularly the Black and Hispanic ones. He kneaded his bulging crotch as he picked one up: a thug fantasy film, black-on-black; handsome young tattooed black men posed in a group shot on the front cover, and the the same men in various sexual positions on the back.

That was when Antwan noticed the Arab man stood just across from him. He was shorter than Antwan by a bit, slender with golden skin. He was perhaps in his late-twenties, though his full beard made it harder to tell. He was almost certainly married as the Arabs in that area were all Muslim, and had a reputation for being wed at an early age. The Arab kneaded his own crotch and licked his lips. Antwan gestured for him to come over.

Antwan watched as the Arab sank to his knees and he moaned softly as the man kneaded his bulge. There were no cameras in the store and, hidden by the tall shelves, it was almost as if the front section had been designed for men to fuck between them. The Arab opened Antwan's jeans with skilled fingers, and his raging boner popped free. It stood firm and the Arab admired it for a moment before gripping the base tight and licking on the mushroom head.

Antwan cooed. It seemed he had encountered another talented cocksucker. The Arab lashed his cock with his tongue and mouthed his length. Then, the moment Antwan had anticipated arrived as the thick pink lips sealed around his cock, and engulfed him in warm wetness. Antwan groaned, bracing himself with one hand on the shelf while he held up his shirt with the other. He watched as the Arab sucked the length of his cock, those pink lips sealed around the base; the aquiline nose buried in his dense curly pubes as the big brown eyes gazed up at him, full of lust.

Antwan caressed the short silky raven hair. That made the Arab moan and the vibrations pleasured his cock. He tightened his grip on the back of the Arab's head as the man sucked him faster. A gentle squelching rhythmically plied the air, just as the hot wet throat rhythmically worshipped his erection. Antwan puckered his lips, moaning as he was sucked to perfection; his cock glazed in spit; the warm fluid moistening his underwear. He craned his head back and gripped the shelves on either side. He relished the pleasure caressing his cock. He groaned at the pressure building in his balls. His cock throbbed, and the Arab groaned his excitement.

The vibrations sent Antwan over the edge. He grunted and shuddered as he fed the Arab his load. The greedy sucker swallowed it all; an audible gulp with each wad Antwan shot over his tongue. Antwan shook and huffed as the Arab drained his balls. He jolted as the hot mouth continued to worship his sensitive knob but he allowed it to continue as he maintained his erection. The Arab moaned his delight and sank his throat down around Antwan's cock.

Antwan almost screamed but grit his teeth and huffed as he was, once again, eagerly sucked. This time he thrust his hips forward and lodged his cock in the Arab gullet. He gripped the silky raven head in both hands and fucked into the throat. Squelching filled the air, and a few curious patrons gathered around to watch the show. Antwan was too far gone to care. His cock throbbed with pleasure. The Arab throat locked around his shaft and its warm wetness pleasured his inches to heights he'd never known. He fucked that much harder as he felt himself on the verge of his second cumming. He looked to the sky and grunted, shuddered, and fed his load straight into the Arab's stomach.

He released the Arab's skull and the greedy sucker continued as though he hadn't just had his throat reamed. Antwan felt every bit of his essence drained by the oral zealot. Finally, the cocksucker released him; his cock still hard and lurching over that handsome bearded face; the pink lips pouted just below his cockhead, and the big brown eyes gazing up at him. Antwan tapped his cock over those pouted beautiful lips before he tucked it away.

The other men who had gathered around closed in; one hefty blonde presenting his white shaft for service. Antwan heard the soft moan but did not turn back to look as he made his exit and hustled to his car, parked one block away. He slid behind the wheel and sighed relief. He leaned back in the seat, kneading his wilting cock as he relived the experience. He shook his head and started the engine.

He drove home with his mind clear of desire; prepared to play the role of the loving husband, respected father and esteemed pastor; at least until his undeniable urges decided to return.

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Chapter Three

Antwan groaned softly as he sank into the pleather seat of the mini cinema. He was almost naked; his shirt and jacket slumped in the chair beside him; his jeans and underwear down around his ankles. His cock was sheathed in a condom and was being sensually massaged by the moaning, naked young man sat in his lap.

Antwan ran his hands up the young man's gorgeously sculped frame. He was not the most muscular of guys but he was well-toned; his slender honey-brown body writhing as he gyrated on Antwan's cock. Antwan latched onto the stiff brown nipples and suckled them hard, each in turn, and made the young man gasp. He cupped two handfuls of firm brown booty and squeezed as the young man rode faster.

Antwan inhaled. He was aroused by the smell of the young man's flesh; by the scent of his hair: a cascade of dreadlocks that hung past his shoulders. He licked the brown flesh; turned on by the salty-sweet flavor. He kissed and sucked the skin, and the young man rode harder; gyrated even more sensually; churned Antwan's cock round in his guts more eccentrically.

Antwan had not expected it. He'd wanted another hot blowjob, and he'd gotten that certainly. The dreadlocked youngster had used his expert mouth and throat; gobbled Antwan to the root; churned his mouth round on the base of Antwan's raging erection and spilled saliva over his balls. However, he had not let Antwan cum; not then. He'd wanted Antwan's cock up his ass. The dreadlocked youngster had rolled the condom down over Antwan's cock with his lips then mounted him. The tension had felt so good and the release even better. Antwan had sighed as the hot moist tunnel had gobbled his cock and nestled down to the root. That was when the dreadlocked youngster had started riding him; sliding that sweet ass up and down his shaft and making the married church leader moan out loud.

Antwan panted. He hugged the dreadlocked youngster close and began to thrust upward in time with the insistent downward motion of that sweet brown ass. He pushed his hips up harder and faster. He grit his teeth and grunted as his cock exploded in the latex prison. The dreadlocked youngster gasped and shuddered, no doubt at the sudden powerful sensation of Antwan's cock pulsing within him.

Antwan ran his fingers through the shoulder-length strands as the dreadlocked youngster leaned in and kissed him. Those full sexy lips touched his own and Antwan shivered with delight. His cock lurched and he suckle those sweet lips, tasted the hot wet tongue as it flicked in and out. He held the dreadlocked youngster tight as he grabbed the firm brown buttocks and guided that ass to ride him again.

The dreadlocked youngster obeyed, sliding up and down even as the cum-filled condom began to slide free of Antwan's cock. Antwan pulled free, ripped off the rubber and pressed his bare cockhead to the welcoming brown chute. He pushed in and the hole gave way, allowing him access. He groaned a deep satisfied groan as he pushed in to the root and the dreadlocked youngster settled his ass fully on his lap.

That raw ass felt amazing and Antwan encouraged it to gyrate faster. The dreadlocked youngster hummed as he danced on Antwan's cock. Antwan leaned back in the seat, moaning softly as he savored the hot wet ass caressing and massaging his erection. He felt the anal ring squeeze around the base of his cock. He gasped as the smooth chute slithered just over halfway up his cock only to shunt back down around the base.

Antwan gripped two handfuls of firm brown buttocks again, squeezed them tight and forced that ass to ride him faster and harder. Flesh slapping flesh filled the air. Eyes already on them stared harder, and new eyes shifted onto them but Antwan did not care. His only concern was that hot wet raw ass pleasuring his cock. He grunted and hugged the dreadlocked youngster close as he erupted a second time; shuddering as he shot his load balls-deep.

Antwan slumped back in the chair, panting, while the dreadlocked youngster slowly rode and gyrated in his lap. His erection was still lodged in that wonderfully hot wet ass. The dreadlocked youngster's hard dick stood at attention over his belly button and Antwan grabbed it and began to stroke it gently. The dreadlocked youngster moaned and gyrated faster as he fucked the hollow of Antwan's enclosed fist. Faster, faster, harder.

Antwan felt the pulse of the cock, and chuckled as it fired ropes of cum over his bare chest and abs. He squeezed it as he drew the last dribbles from the base. He scooped up a fingerful and tasted the fresh cum. He moaned with delight then fed more to the youngster himself. The dreadlocked youngster suckled on Antwan's digits and gyrated more. The two remained in that state of lust for a few minutes longer as they came down from their mutual ecstasy.

The dreadlocked youngster rose off Antwan's cock and got dressed. Antwan followed suit, slower as his legs ached. He followed the swish and flow of the dreads, out of the cinema and onto the street; over one block to where Antwan had parked his car. They got in and Antwan drove out to the edge of the city; to a public park. The place was dark as night had fallen, and devoid of people. They kissed, Antwan again tasting those sweet sexy lips. He freed his raging erection and moaned as those lips went down on his yet again.

Antwan panted and grunted. He huffed and moaned. He thrust his hips and barked as he erupted in the warm welcoming mouth; fed his load down the greedy guzzling throat. He groaned softly, and watched as the dreadlocked youngster sucked his hard cock clean. He panted as he kissed those soft sweet lips again, and ran his fingers through the long strands of sweet-smelling hair. He groped the youngster's crotch, and freed his erection. He went down, his mouth around a cock for the first time in many many years yet he remembered the skills. No teeth; get it wet; take a breath; swallow.

The dreadlocked youngster moaned and shuddered. Antwan savored the taste of his cock, musty and rich with remnant cum, sweat and the day's stale piss. Antwan's cock raged and he sucked harder and faster. He got the cock wet; soaked the youngster's underwear with his spit. He relished the roughness of the cock in his throat; the expansion of his gullet and the displacement of his Adam's apple. The dreadlocked youngster grunted, and Antwan got his first mouthful of cum in forever: warm, creamy, salty, sweet, a tinge of bitter and a film like soap on his tongue. He swallowed, and swallowed and swallowed as cum filled his mouth again and again until the cock was spent. He drained it and polished it with his mouth.

Antwan rose and kissed those sweet soft sexy lips. He tasted that hungry hot wet tongue. He groped the hard toned body, and felt masculine hands on his. They broke apart and slumped in their respective seats for a while before Antwan moved. He started the engine. The dreadlocked youngster put on his seatbelt. He dropped the young man off near the cinema then drove home, his mind reeling with the pleasures he had just experienced. Then, he felt the sin. He was a pastor, and a married man, and he had just fucked a strange young man raw. He swallowed then shook his head. His wife wouldn't want sex for another four months anyway. He'd get tested. It couldn't possibly be that bad.

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Chapter Four

The broad spectrum test results had come back negative, thank God, and Antwan promised himself he would never go raw with another man again.

That lasted all of a month. He tried to resist. Tried not to think of sex with men; of that sweet brown ass that had ridden his dick so expertly; that had made him cum. Sex with his wife had become even more of a chore the one time when she did want it, and his mind filled with images of the dreadlocked youngster even as he fucked her.

He returned to the adult video store and mini cinema a few counties over. His cock was swollen with excitement as he took a seat and watched the video: two men, one white and the other black, in 69. The wet sounds of their sucking turned him on, and Antwan freed his cock and stroked himself nice and slow.

Eyes were on him, he knew. Men who had seen him fuck and were no doubt interested. He slid his pants and underwear down around his ankles and stroked more openly. He needed to get off. Needed to feel hot wet lips and mouth on his cock. Needed to feel a hot tight ass squeezing his shaft and bringing him to orgasm. Antwan closed his eyes and stroked faster, reliving the sensation of the dreadlocked youngster's hungry tunnel riding his cock.

He sensed the motion next to him and opened his eyes. The man was older; dark-skinned and fat with silver low-cropped hair and a clean-shaven face. He wore a broad smile and his eyes were bright. He was still good-looking. Good looking enough that Antwan's cock lurched as he released it and the man's big warm hand grasped it.

Antwan moaned as the older man stroked his cock. He moaned louder as he leaned over and sank his full wet lips down over it. He groaned as the hot, clearly experienced mouth slithered down his shaft to the root, and he entered the man's hot throat. The blowjob was exquisite. The older man slurped and worked his cock over with diligence and skill. Warm fingers toyed with his balls and rubbed on his taint as the older man sucked faster and wetter, saliva drooling down his balls.

The older man leaned over further and Antwan saw that his pants was off, his fat round black ass on display. Horny beyond belief, he groped the dark buns. He dug his finger down the crack and found the moist pucker. He cooed as he worked a finger inside and the older man's deep moan reverberated down his cock to his balls. Antwan gasped, fingering the hot cunt as the man sucked him faster, the wet squelching filling the air and tempered only by the grunting of the men on-screen.

Antwan opened his eyes again as the older man released his cock and got to sucking his balls. He writhed and worked two fingers into the hole. The older man grunted. That was enough. Antwan pulled him off his cock and had him bend over in the seat. Antwan stood behind him, uncaring who he was blocking as he aligned his raw cock to the glistening ebony fuck-chute. He pushed in and moaned as his desires were fulfilled. He pushed all the way in, to the root. He held himself there, cussing under his breath as the older man flexed his tunnel.

He grabbed the broad waist and pulled back, making the man fuck himself on his cock. The older man caught the idea and worked his asshole vigorously on the church leader's fat brown rod. Faster and faster, the seat creaking rhythmically. Antwan groaned, stabbed forward and took control of the fuck.

The older man gasped and grunted as Antwan fucked into him. Antwan rammed his cock in deep with deliberate gouging thrusts. His cock was encased in the hot wet goodness he'd longed for and he was going to take pleasure in it. Pleasure in this sin. He shook the philosophical thoughts from his mind and fucked harder and faster. Men gathered near, openly stroking but Antwan didn't care. All that was in his head was to fuck and breed the hot black asshole wrapped around his cock.

The ebony hole gripped his dick. The slap of his flesh on the older man's sounded in his ears and he tightened his grip on the broad waist. It felt so good. So hot and wet and silky-soft. Antwan groaned, craning his head back as his balls tightened up and his cock became stiff as steel. With a bark of triumph he erupted, stabbing balls-deep and holding himself there as he pumped the older man full of cum.

Antwan shuddered and his head felt light as he slumped down over the broad back. He hugged the chubby body close, palming the fleshy pecs as he churned and gyrated his cock round inside the welcoming cunt. He pulled out slowly, his cock standing firm. The older man turned and gobbled his cock the root in one stroke. Antwan bucked and braced himself on the back of seat behind him. He cooed as he thrusted into the hungry gullet; watched his cock slide between the greedy lips; felt those lips seal around the base of his cock.

He pulled out and let the guy suck his balls. Antwan was still horny. Still needed more hot ass on his cock, and the older man was willing to provide. He turned back around and spread those fat ebony buns, exposing his well-used asshole. Antwan pushed back in with a moan and nestled his cock. He paused there. Relished the greedy cunt on his cock. The silky walls and their pulsing massage. Then, he began to fuck.

Slow sawing motions, in and out. Antwan watched, and felt, his cock draw halfway out then plunged back inside. He groaned and closed his eyes as he fucked that hot hungry tunnel once more. He clapped his pelvis to the fat jiggly ass-cheeks. He grunted with every thrust and savored the older man's groans. He gripped the man by the shoulders as he hammered his cock deep and hard and steady, and reached a rapid climax.

Antwan rested his forehead between the older man's shoulders as he pumped him full of cum. He sawed slowly, ensuring he worked his load deep inside. He pulled out and let the fat older man suck his cock clean. Satisfied, Antwan pulled up his pants and tucked his semi-hard cock into his underwear. He left, taking a glance back to see another top take his place, the older man grunting as his guts were invaded once again.

Antwan walked to his car, parked one block over. A huge uncontainable smile curled his lips and a chuckle circled his chest. It was undeniable that this was a sin, he knew that, as a pastor. He knew it was wrong. What was also undeniable was his own desire. His desire for men. For a man's warm wet mouth and a man's hot wet ass on his cock. It was just as wrong to deny himself that truth.

As he got behind the wheel, he knew he'd never stop coming to the adult video store and mini cinema a few counties over. He would never again deny his true urges. While he would continue to be the good pastor, husband and father, he knew that was only but a small part of his total being and, in that moment, he made his peace with that fact.