Charles

As his bulbous head penetrated my tight but willing hole, I let out a half scream half moan. What I have been wanting – lusting – for for months was finally happening. With my feet on his wide shoulders, Charles leveraged himself deeper into me. When I first saw that long, thick black cock of his earlier in the night, I was both frightened and elated. I knew I had to feel it, taste it, and have it deep inside me.

Initially, the night started off with a few drinks then, like it happens, we ended up talking about sex – or lack thereof. Charles knew I am gay, but I don’t think he knew I was into him. How could he not? Charles was around my age, five foot eight or so, probably 150-170 toned pounds, shaved head, constant stubble, of which was peppered with white hair and perfect chocolate skin. He had a swagger that belied what he had in his jeans. He was my lusty crush for months, now. And when I found out Charles was going out with the group from work for drinks, I couldn’t say no, hoping beyond hope that what was happening right now, would come to fruition. 

Once home, a few more drinks and talk of sex, I made my move on Charles. Something he, surprisingly, happily reciprocated. Maybe he’s on the DL? I didn’t know and didn’t care.

I was surprised that after rubbing his thigh through his jeans, he leaned over and kissed me. That’s all it took – his soft lips and gritty stubble rubbing my mouth sore, in a good way. It took no time for him to undress. His wide pecs were smooth, save for a patch of hair in the middle and around his nipples. His stomach was likewise smooth except for a small triangle of treasure trail growing up slightly from his slightly baggy jeans and his tight, neon blue boxer briefs. Of course, I was already hard but I was surprised to see Charles in the same situation. Standing up from the couch, Charles removed my shirt and tossed it aside. I rose and ran my hands over his chest – his skin was so amazingly smooth to the touch. I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t twitch when my hands passed over his little patch of chest hair. But it did somersaults when I pushed them down across his flat stomach to his giant bulge in in jeans.

I bent down and instinctively pulled his jeans underwear down, releasing the beast he carried. From a massive of seductively hot, thick, black bush sprung the largest dick I’ve ever seen in person. Its perfectly brown skin was only surpassed but it throbbing head. It was shovel shaped with a nice, large flared rim and the same color as his beautiful shaft. His dick was probably ten inches long and almost as thick as an aluminum can, with its head, somehow, thicker still. It was so large, when fully hard, it didn’t stick up or out, but hung, as gravity pulled its thickness down, causing his rather large set of nuts (larger than I expected) to push out to the sides of the cock’s base. Shockingly, they were naturally smooth – well, smoother than I’d expect from such a glorious black bush.

I smacked my face with his dick, much to his delight. And it did sting my skin a bit more than I thought it would. I smacked my face again. And again, the last time I felt a drop of liquid land on my forehead. Looking down at the one eyed monster, it was already oozing with clear, sticky liquid. So as to not waste another drop, I shoved the head in my mouth, wrapping my lips around it as best I could. In a flash, Charles’ hands were on the side of my head. He moaned as my tongue circled his golf ball sized mushroom head.  

He pushed deeper in my mouth, forcing my throat open. I tried not to scrape his shaft with my teeth, but, ultimately, I wasn’t successful. He pushed slowly at first, then shoved it fully down my throat. My nose nestled in his bushy-goodness, filling my nostrils with the scent of a real man. Somehow, I held him deep in me as I used my throat to message his member, which I could feel throb with every beat of his heart. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I reached around and grabbed his hard globes, enjoying the fuzzy goodness that they, too, had. 

I encouraged him to face fuck me, but after a couple of minutes, my hole began to twitch more than normal. I knew where that brown beast needed to go next.

I pulled off of him, just as he was getting into a rhythm. He looked down at me with a sense of disdain. 

Standing, I reached down and, grabbing his now wet monster, I told him “I need this!” He smirked and pushed be back down on the couch. He tore off my jeans violently, picked up my shirt and shoved it under my ass, gabbed my legs and hoisted them on to his shoulders. I watched him straddle between my legs and concentrate on his attack angle, my own large dick bouncing with anticipation, gushing out my own pre like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

He stroked my dick, squeezing out my own pre into his hand. “Nice dick – didn’t expect that from a white boy” he growled as he smeared my pre on his shaft and head, mixing it with the slobber I left there and his own pre. I wondered how something this large would feel – definitely would be the largest dick I’ve taken in my almost three decades of life. I watched this dark god of a man position that third leg underneath me. 

I felt a wet, slick intruder at my hole. As his bulbous head penetrated my tight but willing hole, I let out a half scream half moan. With my feet on his wide shoulders, Charles leveraged himself deeper into me. In one swift motion, he shoved that thing into me balls deep. I felt like I was split open! Fire erupted all across my body. As my head dropped back onto the cushion, I remember seeing my feet shake on his shoulders, part from the force of his body weight impaling me and part from my body’s reaction to such a massive intruder.

Shockingly, once fully in, he stopped and didn’t move, giving my body time to adjust. I didn’t expect such a sensitive response.

“Damn that’s tight” he hissed. I looked up to him to see his head tilted back, eyes closed. I saw his throat pulse as his heart pushed blood around his body. A second later, I felt the same throb deep along the chute of my hole from his cock. I watched his perfect chest heave with each breath. I was surprised that, even though my hole still felt like it was on fire, the burn started to feel good – great even. As the burning was replaced with extasy, I reached around, grabbed my rock hard cock and slapped it against his stomach, tossing up a string of my own ‘liquid man’ to his slightly furry abs. This broke him from his trance like state. He looked down and smiled.

“Oh, you ready huh?” he asked. With so much dick in me, I couldn’t breath much, so I nodded a ‘yes’. Charles then proceeded to pummel me like I’ve never been fucked before!

Realistically, with something that large, he only had to gyrate a little to feel it. But he fucked like he had a small dick and had to prove something. And I didn’t argue.

With each thrust – every thrust was balls deep mind you – he knocked out more and more air out of my lungs. I felt as if his dick was going to get thrusted out of my mouth! He seemed to become more forceful – almost violent. He grunted and moaned, groaned and made noises I hadn’t heard any human make. He yelled profanities so loud that I thought would surely get evicted come Monday. But I didn’t care.

After a couple minutes of that, he grabbed my legs, pulled them off of his shoulders, and pushed them up against my chest. This allowed him to stand up straighter and pull out more. As he continued, his thrusts were a lot shallower – to the point he actually pulled himself out of me. The void I felt was incredible – as if someone removed all my internal organs with one motion. 

He grabbed his wet dick and slapped my nuts. If I thought it hurt when I slapped my face with it, that was nothing compared to how it felt when it punched my balls. But, it also felt amazing at the same time. No matter. That didn’t last long as after a couple slaps, he shoved back into me. I had no time to gulp any more air before his body was collapsed onto me, his hips thrusting like the pro I’ve finding out he is. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling every muscle twist and move with each thrust.

“I’m about to blow” I heard him whisper in my ear, his breath quick and hot. 

That’s all it took for me. With my tortured dick between out bodies, I creamed enough to seemingly glue us together for eternity. I wasn’t sure if, being a straight guy, he’d be into it. But that was answered when he inhaled and shaved deeper into me (not that I that going deeper was possible). I felt his beast inside me swell then twitch. Then he growled like a caged animal as he dumped his seed deep into me. I’ve never actually really felt someone cum inside me before. It seems Charles wasn’t kidding when he said earlier he hadn’t had sex in months as he drowned my insides with his goo. I felt the first two or three jets hit my insides. He held still as he unloaded, but I could feel his monster twitch with each blast, even though his volume masked the feeling of the consecutive blasts. 

I draped my legs around his crumpled body, drawing him closer to mine as his body slowed the release of his genetic material. Breathing heavily, we both laid there. I was both sore and tingly. I squeezed his still large dick with my hole, trying to milk out every last drop of his seed. He slowly pushed himself up off of me, allowing me to finally breath. He stood up and pulled himself out of me with a wet ‘plop’ sound. I tried to close my hole and keep his stuff inside, but it was brutalized too much. I could feel copious amounts of his cum pouring out of my hole. I squeezed my cheek together as best I could, but I’m not gonna’ lie – I was sore as hell. He stood back and I saw the wet mess I mad on his stomach. He looked at my wet hole - AKA disaster - be created, almost admiring his work, and smiled. Stepping toward me, he grabbed his still substantial black cock, pinched it and flick the last bit of white liquid from its hole. 

“If I’d had known you were this good, I’d come over a long time ago” he said, with his trademark smirk. “I should go.” I watched him dress, still almost in the same position in which he fucked me. I stood up on shaky legs as he turned towards the door. He turned and pulled me to him, my wet dick grazing his leg. And he kissed me, deep and full.

“Thanks man. I needed that. And it seems, you did to” he said.

“Yeah” is all I could mutter. “We…should do this again?” 

He ran his hands over my wet and hairy chest.

“Absolutely!” And with that, he left. Left me standing there, naked, wet and used. And happy beyond measure.