Black Diaries

Like all good things, they really don't last, so eventually 'the neighbour' decided to join the military, and I wouldn't see him forever. We'd had fun while it lasted, and on the last day before his departure, it was nonstop sex at his apartment.

My mother and sister thought that we were friends, and so when I told them that I was sleeping over at his place to help him pack his things that would be transported over to his parents' place, they agreed with doubt or suspicion.

That night we had sex in every corner of the house; it was hot and sad. I spent the night snuggled under his huge arm till he woke me up early the next morning. I would terribly miss him, and I couldn't bring myself to escort him, so that was the end of that journey.

Three months passed, and I didn't hear from him. I last heard from him a week after he'd safely entered the barracks, and that was my last. I decided it was time to move on and add the story to my diary.

So I went on to get myself a job at the bakery. I was stationed in the packaging department. It was a local bakery, so it was not done using machinery like in industries but with our hands. The pay was handsome, and it helped me contribute something at home, which I was glad with, even to my mother's dismay.

"You do not have to work." She'd suggested, but I was too bored to stay at home now that the neighbour had gone.

Even without having sex, the neighbour would really find ways to make things fun for us, but it was all over.

After some pleading and persuasion, my mother accepted, and that's how I found myself packing bread all day long. I preferred the day shift, but with the factory system, it was only fair to share both shifts on a weekly basis.

It was here that I found the baker boy. He was in the baking department, and he was the first to welcome me. I was still shy about meeting a lot of people since I was always indoors, but being around him made me feel safe.

"Good morning; how was your night?" I found him carrying a sack of all-purpose flour like it was a sack of feathers. He had rested it on his broad shoulders, and his arms were bulging through the tight polo shirt. He had left his two upper buttons open, showing his hairy pectorals. Years of working here had really built him up.

He gave me one of his killer smiles and showed his rugged canines as he replied to my greeting.

We had reached a stage where we could flirt subtly, and that was it. (Or so I thought.)

He had close-shaven hair, different from my full, kinky hair, that was always trimmed on the sides.

"Stop drooling over my pecs and help me with that spatula," he teased me, and I gave him a smirk.

"Who says I was?" I retorted with a fake glare, which ended up turning into laughter as I turned and bent down to pick up the huge spatula from the lower compartment of the cupboard.

Today of all days, I was working a night shift, which meant that I would be missing the newest episode of this soap opera I was following.

I inwardly sighed!

I would have to wait for the repeat during that weekend, which was three days away.

My mood dropped just thinking about that, but it immediately went up when I found a baker boy peering at my butt. He quickly turned away and led on.

I smirked once again, and I knew that the flirting we'd been doing was not all just teasing. My huge arse was an asset; it was something.

I'd come in the morning to get my paycheck for the month before I'd go back home and rest till the evening. After dropping off the baker boy and handing him the spatula, I waved him goodbye since I would not be seeing him till tomorrow.

I collected my paycheck and went back home.

I have to admit, I was attracted to the baker boy; seeing him every day made me want him more, but I couldn't just approach him. Ever since the neighbour went, I felt completely out of my game. I really loved him, despite the sex. I had grown fond of him, and I really hoped it would become something more. I was deflated when he announced his departure, and I most definitely wouldn't try to get anything from anyone anymore. I was completely drained.

But that didn't stop my body from wanting a baker boy, so that's how I found myself in the shower. The water was cold coming from the raised shower head, and I was hard thinking of the baker's boy's huge frame, with my mouth on his huge cock, which I imagined he'd have. How loud would he moan when my lips touched the crown of his hard cock?

What would it feel like to have his hands on my hips as he rammed into me, causing that familiar wave of pleasure to run amok throughout my body?

With these thoughts racing in my head, my breath was getting rugged as my hand boundlessly tagged at my hard cock. The lather acted as a lubricant that enable my hard cock to slip through my cupped hand. I couldn't stop until I saw the baker boy releasing his seed in between my arse cheeks. With the frequency at which such thoughts grew, so did it become more pleasurable. My pace as I worked on my own cock increased until I reached the climax as I thought of a baker boy having his way with me.

As my own creamy substance left me, I convulsed with my back against the frigid shower wall. I was sweaty under the cold water, and I felt fatigued. It was the first time I'd felt this way after the neighbour had gone. I stood there gathering enough strength to finish my shower, and I ended up sleeping till the alarm woke me up.

I woke up feeling refreshed, thankfully, and I prepared myself for the night shift. My mom and sister had also come back and didn't bother to wake me up. They had cooked supper, but I ate a small bit of it, then raced to the factory.

I found that it was almost too empty for a work day.

"Hey, where are the others?" I asked one of the other employees in the packaging department. Apparently the director of the factory had come back from his business trip, and he'd thrown a huge party for the employees at his home. So most of them had done their part and had left. It was only the packaging department that had remained (with only four of us); each had been given fifty rolls to pack before going home, which was nothing compared to what we'd pack each shift.

The others were far ahead of me, which meant I would be the last person to close up. Time dragged on as the final worker finished and took his own share of the storage room.

I thought I would be left alone, which would be scary enough. Being left alone in this huge room brought back memories of trauma, about which I won't go into details.

"It looks like you are the last person," a familiar voice cooed, and my heart swelled with relief as I turned around and found the baker boy twirling a set of keys and grinning before me.

"Or it's you." I tried to play it cool, but my face betrayed me.

"So, then I should leave?!" He raised an eyebrow, but I immediately blurted out a huge no, and he burst into laughter.

I was blushing by now, so I turned around and muttered, Thank you. I had remained with only ten rolls to pack, so the baker boy kept me company. I could feel his gaze piercing through me, but I didn't dare turn around again.

I asked him why he didn't go to the party, and he said that he was not interested. And also, he was helping out the manager by closing all departments for the day.

"So I'm the last person in the factory, minus the guards?" I asked as I dropped the last roll in the container, letting out an audible sigh of relief.

He chuckled and nodded yes. That would explain the red tank top he had put on, which exposed his brawny build, and the shorts that hung loose around his hips.

Closing the department behind me, he followed me to the storage room as I dropped off the packages. I'd not been in this room for a while, and on seeing it, it was massive, as always, with shelves upon shelves of bread. I chose the furthest place at the corner to put the bread.

As I dragged the container, which had small rollers at the bottom, I kept bumping into some shelves as my hands were tired. By the time I reached the corner, I was ready to sleep there, so I decided to sit on the cushion-less chair that I luckily found there.

As my huge bottom kissed the flat, cold surfaces of the chair, I thoughtfully thanked whoever had put it there.

"You're welcome," the baker boy replied, forcing me to look up at him with a confused expression on my face.

"You did think out loud about thanking; however, put that chair there, so you're welcome," he smirked as I realised that I must've thought out loud.

"So you heard me?" That's all I could say at the moment; I was too shy to even look him in the eye.

"That's not all; you always do it," he added, and that caught my shy attention.

" Oh? How so?" I raised an eyebrow this time as he stood there, towering over me even though I was a few inches taller than him.

"Let's see, you thought about my nice body," but I cut him off immediately.

"Lucky guess," I retorted, and he leaned forward until he was in my face. I was not backing down, although I was starting to sweat because of the heat between us.

"What about wanting to kiss my full lips?" he got me. I always thought about it, but before I could answer, he had his lips on mine.

My eyes were wider than usual as his lips settled on mine. He tasted something sweet yet sickly. His lips were warm, and I let go, immediately melting into his kiss.

The lights grew brighter, and my eyes closed as we blended into one, with the kiss deepening into something raw and passionate.

The realisation of being caught caused me to break the kiss as I immediately stood up, causing him to stumble backwards.

"We cannot do this; someone might find us," but he put his hands on my shoulder and calmed me down.

"I have the keys; I closed the door," he assured me as he jiggled them before me. I relaxed at last. He knew this would happen. It dawned on me that he had been preparing for this too, just like I was. But that would have to wait; what mattered was what was happening right now.

"Now, where were we?" He teased me as he started to kiss my neck; his body was now mine. He was warm and solid against my own body. It was all too good to be true, but it was happening. I took a bold move. I guided my hand down and touched his package. It was tenting up at a faster rate. He didn't draw my hand away as I massaged his crotch through his shorts. I went on further, slipping my hand inside his shorts. He was full commando, so I started stroking him from inside.

He never stopped his kisses on my neck, and as I stroked him, I felt something wet and sticky on my hands! He was leaking cum, and I wanted to taste it so bad that I couldn't wait any longer.

"I want to suck you." It came out suddenly, which caused him to stop with the kisses, and he looked at me with his killer grin.

"Then sucking you shall!" he teased, which forced me to blush once again.

He took a step backwards as he first took off his tank top, revealing his body to me for the first time in months. He was truly herculean with those six packs of abs, all well crafted and with mildly coal black coarse hair scattered evenly across his pecs, and a trail of hair followed in-between the abs down to his groin area.

As he teasingly went on to unzip his shorts, the v of his lower body screamed promises of a full package, and the shorts finally slid down.

Dangling between his legs was a full-on, uncut seven inches. The foreskin was covering his cock head, which was slightly peeping from within, and something glistening and colourless was dripping from it. He had a bush of thick black hair running down to his huge balls. Noticing my hungry gaze, he smirked and started stroking himself while he fondled his nipples.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He teased, and I found myself squatting down before him and letting myself loose on his man meat. His musky scent tickled my nose with that soapy scent of someone who had showered earlier. I had no time to think any further, so I immediately swallowed him whole until my lips touched his pubic hair. He let out a huge moan, and I prayed that no one had heard him. It was loud!

I was used to sucking dicks by now since I'd gotten lots of experience from my previous encounters. I pulled back and began sucking him at a steady pace. He tasted salty and perfect.

I held his cock in my hand as I licked from the head down to his balls. I took my time tasting each end of the sac and then went back to sucking his dick. This all earned me silent moans.

Looking up, I saw that he had his head up, eyes closed, while his hands were pinching at his nipples. He started to thrust into my mouth as I sucked him. We had synchronised, and he was having the time of his life.

I pulled him out and stood up. He looked all flushed, and his breath was rough.

I attacked his lips fiercely with my hands around his neck and his huge hands on my arse.

Then I felt his hand slip into my trousers, and his rough hands found their way into my hole. His finger was dry, so I felt it making circles around my open hole.

I dropped my hands without breaking the kiss as I went on to remove my trousers. They were in the way. In a blink of an eye, I dropped them on the ground and pushed them to the end with his own shorts.

My cock was happy to fly free, but it was still small compared to his large one. They met when he pulled me close while still prodding my arsehole.

He kept prodding at my arsehole, which caused me to lift my left leg so that he could prod further, but he didn't. Instead, he turned me to so that we switched positions; he sat on the chair and spread his legs; immediately, I knew what he meant by that. I knew it VERY WELL.

I spit in my hands and inserted two fingers in my arse, lubing them well. He followed suit and lubed his own cock. I took a moment to look at it and admire that masterpiece. It was all slick with spit, and the veins were now prominent and pulsing. I placed my legs on either side of him and pulled down his foreskin, exposing his head, which would be penetrating soon.

I gently settled down on his cock, and his cock head smoothly glided into me. He hissed at the moment his head entered my arse, which encouraged me to further slide down till I felt his rough pubes on my buttocks.

I had finally taken him whole.

I placed my hands on his huge shoulders, and he looked at me with famished eyes as I stole a kiss, or rather, he devoured my lips with desire.

Using my legs as pistons, I pulled myself up and then down again onto his cock. It was a great feeling when I felt him fill me up and rub his manhood inside my walls. I threw my head upwards while currents of pleasure washed over me. It was another perfect fit.

I did it slowly at first; with every tag, I felt him shiver with pleasure, so I decided to pick up the pace a bit, but not so much. I wanted to savour this moment.

That was not what he had in mind, so I felt him spread his massive legs further; he extended forward so that he was at least some inches from the chair, then he put his huge hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them apart as he immediately started pumping into me like a wild beast.

I dunno why I pick beasts for sex partners, yet that's how I like it.

I saw stars twinkling instead as he grazed my sweet spot. He kept on hitting that same spot with such accuracy that I lost connection to any other sense except overloading pleasure. I felt my balls screaming that they were ready for delivery. The chair started squeaking terribly under our weight, and the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh vibrated through the entire room. He was so deep that his balls almost smacked my butt.

It was my turn to moan and silently pray that no one heard us.

My sight started to focus once more, and I looked at him. He had his teeth bared, and he was slick with sweat. I was further turned on by seeing him look like a mangy animal. His breath was even more uneven as his pace increased.

I felt his nails dig into my soft butt skin, causing a tiny amount of pain that was washed away by a new wave of pleasure as I released buckets of cum unto his sculpted abs. Delivery was here!

With a huge sigh and moan, I dropped my head onto his shoulder.

He never wavered from his pace; this added fuel to his fiery furnace, as I felt him wanting to dig deeper with his man pole. This amount of pleasure was just too much, as I was about to lose consciousness anytime until I felt him let loose, and with one last thrust, he spewed his seed into me as he clenched. After a whole thirty seconds, he kept on spilling until he finally stopped and relaxed his hands. I felt his fingernails leave dents in me as he let go of my butt cheeks.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but we were both too tired to stand up. I then raised my head and decided to plant a kiss on his forehead, which was beaded with sweat. He had his eyes closed, and he just smiled at my gesture—that killer grin!

Like always, this was not the last time we'd have sex. We even had sex in one of the toilets, but we had to do it silently, which was difficult for the baker boy, who was an animal when it came to him having his way with me. 

One time we were almost caught if it were not for the guard finding that person and telling them that it was time to close up. He had his hands on my things, as he had pinned me to the bathroom wall, and he was pounding my arse till I was dripping with his cum. He had my legs spread as my back was against the wall, using only feral strength to support me while he pushed in and out smoothly.

It was a wonderful time until another circumstance would happen, and I would leave my sweet baker boy for another opportunity.