H4WA

I worked as a waiter at a very swanky hotel. It was the in spot for all the top functions in the region. On an evening, when we were hosting an NBA gathering at the hotel, I met a sports reporter, named Curtly Harris. Strangely, although Curtly was six-foot-plenty-tall, he did not play in the NBA. Curtly did, nevertheless have many friends who were players.  

The reason for our interaction resulted when somebody bumped into him and spilled their red wine on his shirt. When Curtly summoned me over and asked if there a private place where he could rinse the stain out of his shirt, I took him to the staff restroom and offered to give him a hand. After Curtly removed his shirt, I saw a large branded tattoo on his left upper arm in a gothic script of sorts. The letters were beneath one another and read, H4WA. Not wanting to be nosy, I did not ask about it.  

Luckily, the area of the stain was not very large and in no time, I eliminated the red spot. With a sigh of relief Curtly told me that the wet spot was infinitely preferable and that his body warmth would take care of it in no time.

As I went about my task, he asked, “So, are you married, engaged, or involved?”

“No, I’m gay,” I answered, seeing no point in playing a game of pretense with somebody I would most probably never see again in my life.

“Oh… Well, that’s no problem.” After a friendly smile, he then continued, “I suppose I’ll have to take you out to dinner to thank you,” Curtly replied.

I was not sure if he was merely being polite, or asking me out on a date given my sexual admission.

My rumination was interrupted when he asked, “Give me your number, and I’ll call you.”

Nonplussed, I gave him my mobile number.

Curtly was extremely engaging and charming, and as we returned to the function, he once again thanked me. To be honest, I did not give any credence to our interaction.

I was gobsmacked the following day when Curtly did call me and invited me to dinner at his home. I got one weekend off a month, and as it so happened, the upcoming weekend was my off weekend. I did not have any plans for Saturday evening and figured, ‘What the hell?’

As I drove to Curtly’s home I wondered what would happen that evening. His looks had not overawed me but did find his lithe body rather sexy. I had always found tall men appealing. As these thoughts crossed my mind, I had to remind myself that he was not necessarily gay even though his demeanour had been very engaging. There was also nothing in his deportment to send one’s gaydar into overdrive.

Curtly’s apartment was tasteful and spacious, and the delicious smell of the meal he was cooking permeated the home. As I noticed four settings at his dining table, Curtly mentioned that two of his friends would be joining us later. After I complimented the odour of the food, he told me that he had made an Antiguan-style, seafood gumbo for supper.

As we chatted, Curtly then told me that his parents were immigrants from Antigua, hence his unusual name. His parents had named him after a very famous West Indian cricketer, who originated from Antigua. As we continued conversing comfortably, I decided to ask him about his strange tattoo. Curtly now got a mischievous look on his face before answering.

“Well, there is an official, an unofficial meaning to the tattoo. The unofficial meaning; as far as my parents and the polite company is concerned, is that the tattoo artist made a mistake with the H, that was supposed to be heart-shaped. The ‘4’ numeral is for the word four, the W stands for West Indies, because my family and I are cricket fanatics, and the A is for Antigua,” Curtly concluded with a chuckle.

With his eyes now begging the question, I had to ask, “What is the real meaning?”

Curtly now got a lustful look in his eyes. “Well, the tattoo artist did not make a mistake with the H. Would you like to guess what the acronym stands for?”

I had no idea and did not have the faintest clue how to begin a thought process to solve the mystery. I could see his enjoyment of the dilemma on my confused face.

Finally, I just blurted, “I don’t have a clue.”

After a few moments of a teasing sniggering, he answered, “Hungry-For-White-Arse”

All the pieces instantly fell into place, and I knew exactly what my invitation meant. The only remaining confusion was about the friends who would be joining us. Would Curtly make his move once they had departed, or was there a further, and more far-reaching scenario that might unfold? I had experienced one or two threesomes before, but never a foursome.

As he studied my quizzical expression, Curtly said, “My buddies are going to go crazy when they see you. I know I should’ve warned you, but I hope you are up for some fun tonight.” 

A rush of excitement had begun to flow through me by now as I wondered what his friends would look like. I was a little apprehensive, however, and gingerly proffered, “I’m not into the extreme stuff.”

“Neither are we. Just so that you are clear, nobody will force you into anything you don’t like, you have my word on that, Ricky” Curtly reassuringly informed me.

When the doorbell finally chimed, my heart was racing. The two men who entered were gorgeous. Mike, the basketball player was even taller than Curtly, and Derrick was short compared to Mike and Curtly if a six-foot-tall man can be considered short. Mike was lithe, but Derrick thickset and broad. As I later learned, he on the verge of becoming a professional MMA fighter.

Mike was the first one to shake my hand, but Derrick immediately embraced and hugged me. As his powerful clasp enfolded me and his hands moved down to my backside, his hips began to grind into me lustfully.

“Jesus, Derrick, take it easy. Dessert comes later,” Curtly sniggered.

As Derrick released his grip on me, his hand began to tousle my blond hair.

“Fuck, Curtly, when you told us we were getting vanilla ice cream, you didn’t mention it would be honey-flavoured,” Derrick excited gushed.  

“Cool down, buddy, dinner is almost ready,” Curtly countered.

I was in seventh heaven as we ate our food. The six lustful eyes that scanned me heralded a blissful evening that lay ahead. I knew that I was going to get fucked silly and could not wait. Like a horny whore, I wondered about the look of the three chocolate logs that would impale me. I was eager to become the fuck-bunny for these Nubian studs. My arse itched with anticipation as I licentiously moved from cheek to cheek on my seat.

After supper, Curtly and Mike removed the large coffee table from the lounge and placed it in the wide kitchen area. A huge canvas sheet now got unfurled on the thick shaggy carpet in the centre of the room, afore they commanded me to strip off my clothing and stand in the middle of the sheet. A courtroom parody now commenced. 

“We have found the vanilla boy guilty of gross incitement…What is our verdict?” Curtly solemnly uttered. The parody that followed was hilarious.

“To fuck him, fuck him, fuck him,” the three men began intoning.

As they did so, their clothing stripped off their bodies like a naked onion baring its flesh, before being sliced.

My eyes were spinning as I saw the genital abundancies heading in my direction. Mike and Curtly’s cocks were of similar size and were both were substantially long. Curtly was uncut, and his dick looked like a long dark snake. Much as I preferred uncut knobs, Mike’s cock fascinated me. The dark shaft of his long shlong had the most delicious looking caramel dick-head, which made my taste buds, tingle for sweetness. Derrick’s fat uncut protuberance looked ominously taxing, and I was sure that my lucky arse was about to be tested as severely as possible.  

I was beyond caring when six hands confined me to the sheet. I no longer cared what fate awaited me. All I wanted was a raggedly fucking by these studs. As I lay on the canvass, three randy bodies and six snaking arms, accompanied by three ravenous mouths, controlled and ‘fed’ on me. I was in heaven! I felt like a large slice of vanilla cake that was about to be torn into pieces, before being dipped in a chocolate fondue. In a melee of ecstasy, I excitedly awaited my fate.

Curtly was the first man to enter my backside as he slid his animated snake into my arse. By now, Derrick had control of my head, and Mike ravenously nibbled on my nipples. It soon became clear, that the horny trio would incessantly swap positions and was in no hurry to unload.

After Curtly, the caramel ‘torturer’ commenced pummelling my backside. Curtly then took over my head, as Derrick tormented my nipples. As was learning, Derrick was the roughest of the three.

When Derrick finally moved to my manhole, his fat knob began to stab me fanatically. As I had expected, his fat dick persecuted me relentlessly and mercilessly. It was fan fuckin’ tastic! Added to his potency, Derrick was also the most vocal of the three and harangued me in the most blissful humiliating manner as he banged my arse viciously. His action was so manic, that Mike and Curtly halted their activities, to observe Derrick’s berserk machinations as they tugged on their dicks.

As I grunted with delight, Mike and Curtly joined in the cacophony of verbal ‘abuse,’ egging Derrick ever onward. Our session became frenzied and next, in a coordinated waterfall of spunk, all three men commenced unloading all over my head, torso, and stomach. It was glorious! I particularly enjoyed having six hands feeding me lashings of jizz.

As we stood around enjoying another drink afterward, I constantly found myself in the grasp of Derrick. By now, I have to admit that I had taken the strongest liking to him. Much as I liked all three men, Derrick rang my bells the loudest because of his rough and dominating demeanour. Best of all, Derrick’s unbelievably thick knob enchanted me incredibly. The silky texture of the skin on his dick was the most sensual sensation I had ever experienced.

After we returned to the canvass I was, once more, fucked by all three men. On this occasion, however, they all unloaded in my backside. Happily, Derrick was the last to do so and churned all the cream in my arse into the frothiest meringue imaginable. To the delight of Curtly and Mike later, I was made to slurp it off Derrick’s knob, afterward.

Sadly, Mike and Derrick then departed. During that night and on the following day, Curtly fucked me incessantly before I finally left.

Unbeknownst to me, Derrick had slipped his telephone number into my trousers, and I am delighted to report that we saw a lot of one another after that.

Our monthly get-togethers continued afterward, until Derrick and I finally moved in together. Fortunately, when Derrick was in training for a fight as his career blossomed, he did not mind his two friends, Curtly and Mike, helping me out during his abstinence. As if that was not great enough, I met many more of their friends as well.  

I was the happiest vanilla boy on the planet.