First night with Tre

Five minutes past eight, my phone read. He was five minutes late. I wondered if he’d show up at all. It’s only five minutes but I haven’t had much luck with this app as of late. Plus, the only photo of him I saw was of the back of his shoulders. Don’t get me wrong: the muscles that were covered by the smooth, light, chocolate skin was more than enough to agree to a meeting. Why did I agree to this? Add to this was the fact that I hadn’t been laid in months and, well… ask a stupid question. Movement caught my eye and I looked towards the door. There he was, walking in. Oh. My. God. According to his profile, Tre was six foot one and two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle. That was not a lie. What the profile didn’t say was his smile and dimples – not to mention his swagger as he walked.

“Hi” he said as he sat at the table.

“Hi” I replied. 

“You guys ready?” the server asked. Having both been there prior, we ordered our favorite and, for the next hour or so, talked and got to know each other. The conversation centered around music, extracurricular activities, jobs – the basics. When we got to movies, we both liked many of the same flicks. But I had an idea.

“I have this movie – it’s so funny. You like to come to my place and check it out?” I asked.

“I’d love it” he said. We got up and walked to his Jeep. He drove me to my car and followed me to my place. Once there, I poured us each a drink and started the movie. He sat on the couch, one on each corner. Over the course of the show, we each seemed to grow closer until we were almost touching. We laughed throughout the movie. I found his higher pitched laugh strange based on his size, but also endearing. 

“That was hysterical” he said, stretching. I watched his arms flex and his polo shirt strain against the muscles. “Man. I’m a bit stiff” he said.

“I can give you a massage” I offered.

“Really?”

“Of course. Sit here” I said, spreading my feet apart. Somehow, he parked his wide frame between my feet on the floor. His size was intimidating – I’ve never done this to a guy this large before. I wondered if I could knead those muscles sufficiently or if I wasn’t strong enough. I’m older than him, but he’s much bigger and stronger. I placed my hands on his shoulders. The smooth skin pulled taunt over those muscles. I’m not normally into guys with muscles like this, but Tre was different. 

He moaned and groaned as I manipulated those hard muscles. His head hung and his breathing slowed, and he became noticeably relaxed. He wrapped his big hands around my legs and started to rub up and down.

“I love your hairy legs” he said softly.

“Thanks. Your skin is so smooth. I’m jealous” I replied.

“You’re cute, you know that?” he offered seemingly out of nowhere. 

“Oh. Well thanks” I replied, my shorts straining to control my growing member. 

“You live alone, yeah?” he asked.

“I do.”

“Would you care to take this to the bedroom?” he asked. Again, ask a stupid question!

He followed me to the bedroom. Once there, he pulled his polo over his head. I ran my hand over his exposed chest. He looked good and he knew it – I think he got off on showing off. His chest was hard and smooth save for a few hairs right in the middle. His nipples, big and brown, had a few hairs around them as well. I leaned in, and up, and kissing him. His lips were soft and full, his breath surprisingly perfect. His tongue, enormous and hot, explored my mouth with abandonment. He grabbed the side of my head and pushed me down on the bed, his massive body crushing mine. I ran my hands down his back, feeling every contour of muscle as I got down to his ass. Sliding my hands between his waistband of his shorts I found his boxer briefs, tight as hell. Was he wearing a size too small, I wondered? I pushed my hands down further as his tongue ravaged my mouth and found, much to my delight, an enormous, fuzzy ass! As if on cue, he rolled himself up to give my hands more access to his read. I then ran my fingers down his hairy crack and found his hole. 

Being this is our first time together, I wasn’t sure what he was into. But as soon as I found and encircled his tight, hairy pucker, he gasped, taking away my breath from my own lungs. He pulled his lips from mine. “Oh god!” he groaned as I flicked his hole. He pushed up off of me.

“Take your shirt off” he commanded. I did. “Fuck man!” he cheered. “I love a hairy guy!” He ran his hands through my chest hair, finding my nipples and squeezing them. He braced his bulk up with my chest – it was hard to breath – as he grabbed a handful of chest hair. Removing my hands from his crack, I placed one hand on his hard chest and ran the other one up his side to his coarse, hairy pit. He jumped, seems he’s ticklish. That turned me on even more: this muscular, young, black man on top of me, is ticklish?! I wondered how I could use that to my advantage as I felt his hard dick pressing onto my thigh.

Now knowing his weakness, I decided to take advantage of the situation. “Get naked” I demanded. He rolled off the side of me and removed his shorts and boxer briefs. His big, black, cut dick sprung forward from a trimmed mass of black bush. I pushed myself up on my elbows as I took in this beautiful piece of man meat. 

Standing up along the side of the bed, he walked over to me. I immediately took his hard, curved dick into my mouth and buried him deep into my throat. I have to admit, I was expecting a bigger cock than he had, but it was plenty big enough! He grabbed the side of my head and started face fucking me, his small hanging balls smacking my chin with every thrust. After a couple minutes of this, he changed hands, moving his left hand down to my wet bulge in my boxers. 

“Damn!” he exclaimed as he grabbed my throbbing, wet dick. “That’s huge!” he exclaimed as be pulled himself from my mouth. He walked around and pulled my boxers down to my feet. My wet dick, caught in the boxer opening, flipped back and slapped my hairy stomach, flinging pre up on my chest hair. “I’ve never been with a guy bigger than me!” he said. I smiled, knowing he’d like my secret weapon.

Immediately, he climbed up on me, positioned himself over me, and sat down on my cock. My sensitive head relayed when it met his tight, hairy hole. Reaching back, he smeared around my natural lube. The feeling of a wet, lubed head scraping against his puckered hole sent chills through my body. I ran my hands up his sides to his chest and felt his throbbing heart underneath all that muscle as he slowly enveloped my tip. I felt him resist right before the flared head popped inside him, causing him to scream. He stopped, but there was no stopping me. I grabbed his wide ass and pushed down as I shoved myself up inside him.

“Easy man!” he cried, but I didn’t listen. I pushed down and up harder until I felt my anxious cock push apart his tight tunnel. He whimpered like a sad child as more and more and more of me entered him until, finally, I was fully inside his chute.

“Fuuucckkkk……” he exhaled. “That’s so damn big!” he said as he pushed back and sat up, my mushroom head digging deeper into him. His hard dick, wet with my spit, pointed off to my right from a bush that was blacker than black. My eyes moved up from his bush and followed a mess of short, black hair that snaked its way north, up his six pack abs. I watched his abs raise and fall rapidly as his body tried to deal with the thick white meat that was up inside him. A few beads of sweat glistened on his chest. 

He rose up slightly, his breathing slowing. I took this time to make him my bitch. Without warning I forced myself back up into him, my hips slapping his large ass hard. He gasped as his dick shook from the shock – a tiny bit of pre oozing from his dick slit. He threw his head back as I pulled out and slammed back into him, repeating the whole process. Over and over again I punched his insides, rearranging his internal organs. He fell forward, catching himself on my chest, knocking the breath out of me.

“God!” he cried. “God god god god!” was all he could say as I plowed into him over and over again. Even with my forceful fucking, his hole never loosened up much. I punched deep into him one last time. I held myself inside him and ground my hips, churning his insides, much to his delight. But I grew tired of this position. Without warning, I pulled out of him, my freed, wet dick jumping out of his hole, then smacking his fuzzy ass cheeks with a wet ‘slap’.

I pushed him off of me, his weight advantage now canceled as he tried to compensate for the sudden void in his bowels. He landed on his hands and knees next to me, which was perfect. I spun off the bed and mounted him like an animal on one of those documentaries. I grabbed his large ass. I couldn’t see his hole, so I slapped his ass with my big, white, wet dick, pushing it down his hairy crack like a dog on a scent, until I felt his assaulted hole. With one motioned I buried myself balls deep into him. He lurched forward with a gasp of “Oh god!” before he fell on his face. My body took a second of so to catch up. As he fell, a few inches of dick pulled out of him. The rocking of the mattress caused me to fall into him again. 

I wrapped my arms around his chest as best I would, pressing my own hairy chest onto his wet, smooth back as I pulled out and back in like a rabid jackhammer. He tried to push me off of him but being impaled he had little leverage. So, he relented and allowed me to have my way with him. But I wanted him to finish before me.

I pushed myself off of him, allowing him to rise to the prior hands and knees position, but never removing myself from him. I slowed to a steady, thought deep and full, rhythm, allowing him to regain some composure. I looked down, marveled at how big his ass was, looking at how the hair changed from deep and thick in the crack to sparse on his hips. I pulled his cheeks apart and pulled back even slower, watching as my wet dick pulled out from the darkness of his insides, grabbed and pulling the longer hairs around his hole, before taking them with it when I pushed it back in. I watched his hole stretch and collapse as my wide boy went in and out. I pulled out and stopped, running my finger over the top edge of his tormented hole, catching my own breath. 

Whatever pain he felt must have been replaced with pleasure as he started backing up, shoving me into him, before pulling forward. He fucked himself like this for several minutes before I pulled out, my dick springing out and up. 

“On your back, boy” I commanded. He spun over and I grabbed his ankles and placed his hairy legs on my shoulders as I lined up for a final attack. 

In that short time of his hole being dick-less, it had already tightened back up enough that I had to force my head back into it more that I imagined I’d have to. But once the mushroom head punched through, it was ‘butter’ all the rest of the way until my hairy balls rested on his fuzzy cheeks. Rising up on the balls of my feet he held me with his legs.

“You want to be bred or covered?” I asked, uncharacteristically caring of me.

“Bred me. I want that white boy cream!!” he growled. He made the right choice. 

I commenced the deepest, hardest, fastest most intense fuck I’ve done in a long, long time. I left gravity do its thing and literally fell into him, deep and nasty. The bedroom was full of heavy breathing and the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin. Sweat dripped from my face and nose, landing on his face and chest and I gave him everything I had. He howled and cried and groaned like a demon being brutalized. The more he cried the harder I fucked as he held onto my head. I felt my legs starting to cramp when I felt the unmistaken sensation of a squeezed dick. His eyes widened and his neck flexed, showing his veins. Then he let out a scream like I’ve not heard before.

White strings of ropey goo flung from his non-touched, curved dick. As it pumped it twitched throwing semen everywhere. I was amazed at the amount of baby juice he produced as over and over again his BBC vomited white seed, which stood out against his dark skin. On the fifth or sixth shot of his juice, I blasted his insides with my own. We cam in unison. I buried deep inside him, making sure the first three or shot volleys got deep inside him. Then I proceeded to fuck him as I continued to dump into his tunnel. I was spent before he was. He may have a small set of nuts, and a dick smaller than mine, but he came so much it was unreal. And hot. 

I shoved myself back into him, splattering the cum that was leaking from his hole against my own brown bush. I watched his white liquid, pool in his navel, then start to run down the sides of his abs. His chest, still raising and falling, was also covered in white liquid. Still hard, I ground deep inside of him, smooshing my cream deep inside him, making sure he remembered me for later. 

He pulled his legs off my shoulders. I collapsed onto of him, enjoying the feeling of his hot spunk gluing us together as my now shrinking dick slipped out of his hole with a wet sloshing sound. We stayed that way for several seconds before I pulled myself off of him, his cum making a literal mess of my hairy chest and belly. White boy glue strung between his smooth and my hairy skin as I slid off to the side of him, my dick stringing cum from his hole across his thigh.

“My. God.” he whispered, his voice soft and mouse-like.

I smiled, looked over and lightly smacked his wet stomach. “Was that good for you?” I asked as I stood up.

“I think I’m paralyzed” he laughed as he rolled over. He winced as he put pressure on his ass. “Ouch. Damn!” I heard him grumble as I turned on the shower. 

“You want to clean up?” I asked as I pulled the curtain back. He tried to stand up but couldn’t.

“Give me a minute” he said as he rolled back on to his back. 

I watched him from the shower as he reached down and felt his gaping hole which was dumping my seed on the bed sheets. I made a mental note to clean my sheets.

As I stepped out of the shower, he stood up on wobbly legs. He was the sexiest person I’ve ever seen; a big, masculine, muscular black man, dick still surprisingly large, covered in his own reproductive genetic material. I watched him in the mirror walk past me to the shower. I turned to scrutinize the damage. His big ass hid his blasted hole, but there was no mistake in seeing the white liquid stream down the inside of his legs as he stepped over the side of the tub wall.

I tossed the sheets in the washer as he waddled down the hallway with a look of shock and pleasure across his face. 

“I would have never guessed you could fuck like that by looking at you!” he said.

“Well, you took it like a champ” I said patting his ample rear, causing him to recoil slightly. 

“I almost couldn’t” he admitted.

“You cum a lot” I said. “That was hot.”

“Yeah. Normally I don’t. But you must have done something right! I’ve never came like that before! It was intense!”

“Would you like to cum like that again, sometime?” I asked.

“Oh, hell yeah! Most definitely. But give me a couple days to re-coop” he said.

“Deal” I said.

“Can I call you tomorrow? Or text you?” he asked.

“For sure!” I said, happy to hear he’d be back for more.

And he came back. For years. I even once, let him fuck me. Oh that was a story! But for another time.