Work In Colombia

Harry Fielding was slim and light-skinned. His facial features were a perfect mix of his Jamaican-American mother's and German-American father's. His hair, neatly trimmed into a bald fade, was dark-brown rather than black, and perfectly complimented his hazel-gray eyes. At thirty-three, he was a wizard of digital marketing and had been delighted when his boss decided to send him to Colombia to help set up the new digital marketing division of their Latin American branch.

With a bright personality and a forward way of speaking, the Colombians came to appreciate his style very quickly and came to respect his knowledge and skill even more. Medellín was a quickly-growing economy within Colombia; having turned its image around from being a city known for crime and cocaine to one of the safest in the country with a strong newly-constructed and constantly improving infrastructure.

Harry did not concern himself with all that, however; at least not while he rode the Colombian branch director's cock. Hernan Gonzales was forty-nine; a thickly built hunk of hairy muscle with strong bushy eyebrows and hair that was an even blend of salt and pepper. Harry had suspected Hernan's interest in him from day one. It took less than a month for Harry to be on his knees beneath Hernan's desk, sucking him off while he took a phone call. After that, it was no holds barred.

It was the third night in as many months that Hernan had booked a room at the high class hotel. They had a great view of the city lights from their room; not that Harry cared to look outside as he rose and fell on Hernan's thick throbbing erection. He ran his hands over the Colombian's broad chest. He appreciated the man's hirsute body, since he had little body hair of his own. He gasped as Hernan's rough hands slithered up his torso and came to rest on his pecs. He panted as the man thumbed and pinched his nipples.

Harry rode more vigorously. His hard cock humped against Hernan's stomach, leaking a deluge of stick precum over the man's hairy navel. Harry relished the sensation of being stuffed; the sensation of the long thick Latino cock that clogged his guts and sent pleasure quivering up his insides. He braced himself on Hernan's broad chest as he impaled his guts on the fleshy sword. He craned his head back as Hernan continued to caress and fondle his body, then thrust upward.

Harry grunted at the new sensation but quickly adjusted. He was not new to the bottom role and made it known by riding Hernan even harder. The man growled and gripped Harry tight by the waist; a signal that he was close. Harry clenched Hernan's meaty pecs and rode the Colombian ass-buster to completion. A grin curled his lips as he savored Hernan's eruption and felt the wet warmth invade past the point Hernan's cock could breach.

He continued to ride; well aware of how stiff Hernan remained even after orgasm. He slowed to a grinding rhythm. He gyrated his ass on the cock; a slow sensual dance for his own pleasure while Hernan merely moaned and groped his ass-cheeks. That was more than enough as Harry resumed a more frantic pace. His humped the curve of Hernan's belly. His cock stiffened against the hairy flesh as he reached orgasm. His cum streaked over the Colombian's chest in several powerful shots, then slowed to dribble out over his stomach.

Harry gasped as he slipped off the cock then rolled off onto his back. He lay beside Hernan for a while in silence as they stared up at the ceiling. Despite several encounters, they had never kissed; never hugged; never been truly intimate. Harry knew that for Hernan, their sex was more to satisfy an urge than to experience any real connection. Harry was convenient for him. They both had shit to lose were they ever found out, and so they would both keep their mouths shut.

Harry did not mind that part. God only knew he had hooked up with his fair share of married men on the down low and closeted bisexuals. However, it had been three months, almost four, and he longed for some kind of intimacy. A hug; a sensual kiss; the feeling of a warm body next to his all night as he slept. Hernan rose and headed for the bathroom. Harry sighed. Once the Colombian was done, it would be his turn, then they would leave in separate cars. At work, they would be utterly professional, unless Hernan wanted a blowjob under his desk, or a quick pump and dump in the executive restroom.

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Harry smiled as he was handed his usual morning order of an arepa and a cup of coffee. His American HR had warned him not to eat street food but the arepas from that particular vendor were good, as was the coffee. He had never gotten sick. Of course it helped that the arepas vendor was cute. Raul was Afro-Colombian and, originally from Cartagena, the twenty-seven year-old exemplified the masculine beauty of that city: tall and athletic with the darkest smoothest complexion of black that Harry had ever seen. His smile was always bright and shockingly white. His hair was texturized and molded into a curly-top fade that complimented the diamond stud in each earlobe.

Harry's cock swelled and throbbed in his slacks as he watched the gorgeous ebony man move around his food cart, quickly and skillfully slapping arepas onto a small sheet of parchment, slicing a deep slit down the middle and stuffing it full of steaming-hot shredded chicken, a triangular slice of cheese and a thin wedge of avocado or tomato. Harry was mesmerized by the seemingly simple act of prepping and serving the food, all in less than a minute, and handing off to the next customer with a smile and a friendly chime of "a la orden!"

It was then that Raul looked at him, and Harry felt his whole body quiver. His gaze was electric and piercing, as though he had undressed him in that instant. Those beautiful brown eyes roamed up and down Harry's body then Raul licked his luscious lips. Harry nearly swooned but managed to smile back. It was then he realized he was the only customer left at the cart as Raul gestured him forward. Raul swiftly slid his business card into the parchment paper, beneath Harry's arepa.

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That night, Harry was more than ready to get it on with Raul. He knew most men bragged about their prowess but he'd seen the proof, as Raul had sent him pics of his horse-hung ebony schlong, and it had excited Harry to no end. His asshole twitched as he waited, naked, on the bed of his hotel room; the very same room Hernan had rented just a few nights prior. Harry did not care. All he cared about was having Raul's massive cock inside of him; to feel the black stud's hard sculpted body on top of his.

A knock at the door roused Harry from his fantasies and he opened it, towel around his waist, to see Raul stood there, as gorgeous as ever. Within moments, he stood naked and Harry took in every inch of him. He was majestically sculpted; every curve and valley defined and there seemed to be not an ounce of excess fat on him. The endowment was just as amazing as it had been in the pics. In fact, it was even more magnificent in person as it stood firm above his heavy balls like a spire of black steel. The pink head peered at Harry from beneath its ebony foreskin and Harry was eager to greet it.

He sank to his knees, gripped the thick meat and slid his tongue under the skin. The twang of salty sweet and the mildest taste of piss aroused him, and Raul's soft moans were the sweetest tune he'd ever heard. He spun circles around the bulbous pink head beneath the snug-fitted flesh. He pressed his lips to the tip and pushed the foreskin back over the crown. Raul shuddered and groaned. His legs trembled and Harry gripped two handfuls of that firm ebony buttocks as he sank his mouth further down the shaft.

He moaned as the cock throbbed in his mouth. He began to suck; slid his mouth up and down the heavy pole. With each descent he conquered more of the length until finally, he sealed his lips around the base, his nose buried in Raul's thick and curly pubic bush. Raul grunted and Harry began to bob his head up and down. He savored the entire length of Black Colombian cock lodge in his throat immediately followed by the taste of the cockhead on his tongue. He slurped and saliva squelched out the sides of his mouth as he got Raul's cock wet. He relished the sudden grip of Raul's spidery hand to the back of his head, and sucked the cock even faster.

He slipped off the sloppy erection and looked up at Raul, whose entire body shuddered. Raul pulled Harry to his feet and kissed him. Harry grunted as Raul's hot wet tongue slithered into his mouth and aimed for his throat. He hugged Raul close as the Black Colombian grabbed his golden ass and squeezed tight. Long thin fingers explored between his cheek and discovered his hole. He grunted around Raul's tongue as the digits pushed deeper.

Raul broke their kiss, spun Harry around and shoved him forward over the bed. Harry gasped as his ass-cheeks were roughly spread and invaded by Raul's face. He yelped as the hot wet tongue assaulted his asshole. It speared right up inside, once then again and a third time. Harry arched his back and gripped the sheets as Raul sucked and kissed and tongued his chute. The talented tongue washed his winking asshole then pushed back inside with gusto. For almost fifteen minutes Harry enjoyed the most incredible rimjob ever.

He almost felt a moment of loss as the tongue withdrew only to feel the most intense arousal as it was replaced by the bare head of Raul's cock. The bulbous tip pushed in, and Harry groaned as his asshole opened and embraced the invader. A brief shot a pain, quickly replaced by pleasure as the head popped past his ring and sank deeper. Harry relished every inch as the ebony monster burrowed deeper and filled his ass, until finally, Raul's pubes and balls nestled against his ass. The massive horse-hung shaft was lodged inside him, and Harry shivered with delight.

Rested atop him, Raul began to move in and out. Harry moaned at the sensation, and added his own as he pushed back on the slow inward stroke. They both groaned as pleasure took over and bound them together. In tandem, they moved: Harry rocked back as Raul pushed forward. Each invasion of that mighty cock caused Harry to grunt. He felt it deep; deeper than Hernan. Deeper than any man he'd ever taken. His first truly horse-hung cock. He rocked back faster, and Raul paused to allow Harry to pleasure himself.

Harry slapped his buttocks on Raul's flat pelvis. He arched his back and moaned out loud as he forced the cock far up his guts; addicted to the strange fusion of discomfort and pleasure. However, pleasure had clearly won out as Harry slammed himself back then paused, and shuddered. He had impaled himself to the second hole, and Raul felt it too, considering his shivers of pleasure. He grabbed Harry by the waist and reclaimed control of the fuck.

Harry grunted again and again as he buried his face in the sheet and endured the exquisite thrill of Raul's cock. The Black Colombian lanced himself deep with every powerful thrust. His cock thumped into Harry's depths, and Harry could only groan with delight; his own cock rock-hard beneath him as it leaked a steady string of precum. Again and again he was rocked forward by the force of Raul's strokes. Again and again, his asshole squelched as air and moisture were forced out around the girth of Raul's cock on its inward stroke. He felt the intense moisture of his ass, and sensed the urgency in Raul's thrusts. The man was about to cum!

Sure enough, Raul barked and shuddered. His cock erupted and Harry relished the explosion. The horse-hung ebony phallus pulsed rapid and powerful within him. Its expansion stretched his hole painfully and he howled as he endured the balls-deep breeding. When it was finally over, Raul collapsed on top of him. Harry savored the Black Colombian's weight and heat on top of him; savored the heavy huff of his breath against his ear. He reached up and guided Raul into a kiss; a kiss eagerly accepted. He moaned around Raul's invasive tongue, and felt the renewed twitch of his erection.

He grunted as the Black Colombian began to fuck him anew; a slow sawing motion through his loose, cum-filled guts, and Harry accepted as he pushed his buttocks up and back to meet him. They continued to kiss, even as Raul's force and speed increased. Raul's spidery fingers snuck under him and pinched his nipples, and caressed his chest. Raul's legs formed under-hooks beneath his own and pinned him to the bed in prone position, as the force and pleasure of the balls-deep thrusts increased and brought Harry to orgasm. Raul fucked him regardless, until he'd reached his own second climax. In the aftermath, Harry rested beneath the slumbering Black Colombian, softly mewing his joy at the warmth of intimacy; his fingers entwined with Raul's as he gently drifted off to sleep.