Hot Chocolate

Glyn was blond and blue-eyed, handsome, well-built, and the perfect bottom. In any club or bar, Glyn always got who Glyn wanted and once he had made his pick, all the other queens could squabble for the leftovers.  At the age of twenty-three, he was in the prime of his life. Fortunately, he wasn’t too arrogant; a trait that would have made his already good looks intolerable. Glyn, nevertheless, loved having the upper hand. Remarkably, that was to change one evening when Glyn became addicted to dark meat.

On that Friday night at the bar as Glyn stood at the urinal, a tall attractive black guy took up station next to him. When the man hauled out his dick Glyn’s jaw almost became unhinged. Glyn was not a size queen per se, but the protuberance beside him was an object of total wonder.

“I’m Clement,” a voice suddenly announced.

“Glyn… my name’s Glyn,” he stammered.

“So, where do you live, Glyn?” Clement asked.

“Just… around the corner, three minutes from here,” Glyn spluttered.

By now, Clement was stroking his huge knob. “Well, why don’t you show me your place?” Clement uttered, with a smile.

They left the bar presently and after they arrived at Glyn’s home, went straight to the bedroom. That night Glyn got fucked to within an inch of his life. Clement had the stamina of three men and Glyn’s obsession with dark meat was firmly established. With a very sore arse, Glyn bid Clement farewell the following morning. Regrettably, Clement was only visiting the city and was departing that day at noon.

***

The following few weeks were frustrating for Glyn because whenever he saw black guys that he fancied at the bar, they were always coupled with someone else. In desperation, he finally hired two black rent boys. Both encounters were somewhat disappointing and not only were they second-rate, but irritating clock watchers. There was simply no passion and both sessions felt mechanical to Glyn. Subsequently, he conclusively decided that the rent boy option was not a suitable option.

As Glyn once more sat at the bar one evening, he bumped into an old acquaintance that he had not seen for some time. They weren’t regular friends but always had a chat when they saw one another. Glyn then told his buddy about his obsession and recent frustrations. After hearing him out, Teddy, the acquaintance, told Glyn about a place that he was sure would appeal to Glyn. It was an adult store in a predominantly black area. Teddy had visited there a few months before and had a great time. Teddy did, however, advise Glyn to take a taxi to and from the place. With all the details Teddy supplied, Glyn decided that he would be visiting that venue on Saturday afternoon.

At around three on Saturday afternoon, Glyn phoned a taxi company and told them where he wanted to go. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts with no underpants, and sandals. He wasn’t sporting any jewellery and decided that he would only take his mobile phone and some cash with him. When the taxi finally arrived Glyn met Thomas, a black taxi driver. Thomas was middle-aged and stocky. Thomas was rather sexy and Glyn thought that he would be very happy if he encountered someone like Thomas in the store.

When Glyn confirmed where he was heading, Thomas asked him if he was sure he wanted to go there. Glyn emphatically countered that he was sure, to which Thomas simply shrugged with a bemused look on his face. During the drive, Glyn observed Thomas constantly ogling him in the rear-view mirror.

“Are you married?” Glyn eventually asked, intrigued by Thomas’s eyeballing.

“Nah… divorced,” Thomas replied, and then unasked, Thomas continued, “I live on my own.”

After a brief silence, Thomas asked Glyn if he was going to require a ride home afterward.

“Yes,” Glyn answered.

Handing a card over his shoulder to Glyn, Thomas said, “My shift ends at six p.m., so if you call me before that, I’ll fetch you.”

“I’ll make sure I do so,” Glyn assured him with a smile.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Glyn moved his body forward to pay Thomas. After Thomas readjusted his body in the front seat to take the money with his right hand, his left hand was firmly groping an impressive bulge in his trousers.

“Keep the change,” Glyn said, giving Thomas a generous tip. Glyn would happily have gone home there and then and had sex with Thomas, but with three hours to go, he mentally figured; ‘what the hell.’ Besides that, Thomas was not a definite deal, and could just be sending Glyn up.

After getting out of the taxi Glyn rapidly made his way to the entrance of the business and after a buzz at the door, Glyn entered and made his way to the counter.

The black guy behind the counter looked at Glyn as if a ghost had just walked in. When he took Glyn’s money for the cinema area the attendant shook his head and let out a laugh. During this process, the buzzer at the front door once more chimed. As Glyn was collecting his change from the counter, a very large black bear entered the premises.

The bear was hefty with a prosperous-looking belly. The top of his head was clean-shaven and from the top of his ears, his jaw was covered with short-cropped black fuzz. Like Glyn, he only wore a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. His legs were bulky and his calves, bulbous. The bear was very dark and the white surrounding his dark brown eyes almost seemed luminescent. His nose and mouth were broad and handsome and when he smiled at Glyn, his teeth shone like giant pearls. Above all, there was a look of horny enthrallment on his face as he stared at Glyn.

Glyn now summarily moved towards the cinema door at the back of the store before being buzzed in. As Glyn entered a passage he could tell that there was a viewing area to his right, from the sensual sounds emanating from that open entrance. To his left where the passage ended, he could see an opening leading off in the right direction. Glyn decided to check out the viewing area first. The ‘cinema’ had a dozen or so chairs scattered about facing a large flat-screen television.

Standing in the doorway of the cinema, Glyn observed a white woman on the screen who was surrounded by big black guys. She had a cock in her backside, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, and a dick in either hand.

‘Fuck me,’ Glyn thought, as he viewed in awe, ‘what a lucky bitch.’

As Glyn watched, a buzzer sounded before he saw the bear entering. Glyn immediately placed his body against the doorframe with his head on the inside of the viewing room to continue viewing the action on screen.

Seconds later, he was aware of a body behind him. Next, Glyn felt a hand on his backside. After a short groping session, Glyn’s body was compressed against the doorframe as a face appeared next to his head.

“So… Vanilla Boy, are you looking for hot chocolate?” a voice asked.

“Yes,” Glyn answered.

A tongue now began to lick Glyn’s ear. The sensation of that coupled with the strong masculine aroma enfolding him was incredible.

“Do you want to watch or do you want to fuck?” the voice then murmured, before more licks followed.

“Fuck,” Glyn lustfully sighed.

Next, a hand took a firm hold of Glyn’s arm before he was shepherded toward the opposite end of the passage. After turning right, they entered the booth area. While passing through there were small cubicles on either side, each with a chair and a small television. At the end of the passage, there were two larger booths, each with a television and a large built-in platform, which were covered by black synthetic covered mattresses. The bear opted for the right cubicle.

“What’s your name, Vanilla Boy?” the bear asked.

“Glyn,” he answered.

“I’m Syd,” the bear replied.

The following few minutes delighted Glyn. After clamping Glyn’s body and taking control of Glyn’s head in his hands, Syd’s ample lips and moist tongue commenced touring Glyn’s face. Syd’s mouth moved from Glyn’s ear to his nose, his nose to his mouth, and then from his mouth to his eyes as a trail of saliva moistened Glyn’s features. The sensuality of this combined with low rumbling snorts of contentment from Syd was mind-blowing. Glyn felt like he had an out-of-control puppy on his face, which had just been given its first bone.

Once Glyn had comprehensively been gob washed Syd let go of his head. Glyn’s t-shirt was now removed from his body before Syd also removed his t-shirt. As they stood looking at one another Syd commenced caressing Glyn’s body with his huge hands. Syd had black fuzz all over his meaty moobs and generous gut. As Glyn ran his hands over Syd’s torso he was amazed by the coarseness of the hair. 

“Take off your pants,” Syd ordered him, as he also began to remove his shorts as well.

Once this had been accomplished, Glyn looked down at Syd’s huge dick. Surrounded by a mass of black fluff, Syd’s uncut knob looked like a huge fillet of beef dangling before him. Not able to restrain himself, Glyn reached out and cupped the bulky dark log in his hand. Glyn was astonished by the girth and the heaviness of Syd’s knob. When he began to tug on Syd’s cock, Syd seated himself on the built-in bunk and pulled Glyn’s body toward him. As Glyn stood between Syd’s legs, still toying with Syd’s knob, Syd once more took control of Glyn’s head to begin another face washing session. While they ambling forth, Glyn heard a buzzer sound in the distance. Within half a minute they heard a voice at the door of the cubicle.  

“Fuck, Syd, looks like you got yourself a fine scoop of vanilla ice cream,” the voice declared.

After observing the tall lanky figure in the doorway, Syd replied, “Hi, Jerry, Vanilla Boy says he loves hot chocolate.”

“Well then I suppose we had better give him a second helping,” Jerry said, as he began to remove his shirt.

After Jerry’s pants followed, Glyn saw his very long two-tone cut dick. The shaft of Jerry’s cock was black, but from the tip of Jerry’s knob to where his circumcision scar appeared, the skin was much lighter and it looked like he had stuck the top quarter of his cock into a caramel dip. Jerry then moved behind Glyn and as he did so, Syd’s hands move down and opened Glyn’s butt cheeks. Glyn now observed Jerry widening his stance to find the correct height for his knob to infiltrate his backside.

Jerry first ran a finger in Glyn’s crack before saying, “Fuck, bro, this boy must be a vanilla scout, because his arse is ‘well prepared’ and greased up for action.”

Shortly, Glyn felt the caramel topped chocolate log begin to nudge into his backside. As Glyn began to groan his head was once more swamped by Syd’s plump lips and an active tongue. In the confinement of the booth, the manly aroma emanating from Syd and Jerry was making the place smell like a male locker room. Glyn was in heaven as Jerry’s long strokes began to tantalize his pucker.

Next, Syd lay back and pulled Glyn’s head into his bushy crotch. Glyn contentedly licked, sucked, and lolled his tongue in Syd’s foreskin as he got slow-fucked from behind.

For the following few minutes, the trio went along happily until Glyn heard Jerry ask, “Hey, Syd, are you ready to dip into the vanilla jar?”

“Uh-huh,” Syd replied.

As Glyn’s body got lifted, Syd pulled his knees together, and with Glyn’s legs astride Syd’s hips, Jerry lowered him onto Syd’s knob. Glyn was eager to feel Syd’s magnificent dick slide into his backside and once his pucker had been located, Glyn wriggled his hips greedily encouraging Syd’s infiltration. The incredible feeling of fullness was mesmerizing as he slid down Syd’s cock. When Glyn’s arse had been fully crammed, he began to sway his hips in enjoyment. 

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jerry again spoke as he tweaked Glyn’s nipples, “Syd, let’s give the vanilla boy a double serving of chocolate.”  

Before Glyn could process this information his torso was pushed down into the awaiting clamp of Syd’s arms. Now, fully aware of what was about to happen, Glyn began to protest. Much as he was enjoying himself, he had never before been double-fucked, and given the size of cocks that were about to do so made Glyn very nervous. As Glyn whimpered, Syd made soothing sounds as he gently stroked Glyn’s back.

From behind, the caramel head of Jerry’s dick now began to nudge its way next to Syd’s knob, eagerly trying to find his own space in Glyn’s overstuffed tunnel. Once Jerry had found a gap, his dick-head began to jostle its way in. Glyn let out a wail as his aching arse accepted the double penetration. As Jerry prodded ever deeper, Glyn’s distended backside became numb. Overcome by horniness, however, Glyn found himself welcoming the discomfort.

There was a brief respite once Jerry had fully entered, but soon the two dark serpents began slithering against one another as Jerry’s hips began moving to and fro. As sensation slowly returned to Glyn’s sphincter, the extreme infiltration was becoming more and more gratifying and the double helping of hot chocolate was going to become part of his regular diet in the future.

After hearing a buzzer in the distance once more, a tall good-looking young man appeared in the doorway. Instantly, excited expletives followed as the young guy began to jabber and strip. Seconds later, the young guy was straddling Syd’s torso and offering his dick to Glyn. Once he had entered Glyn’s mouth, his excited hands gripped Glyn’s head as he began skull-fucking him.

After another two buzzers sounded, Glyn soon had his hands full of cock on either side of him. With two dicks up his backside, one in his mouth, and both his hands occupied, Glyn thought about the lucky bitch he had seen in the movie earlier. What he imagined would only be a dream, had now become a reality for him. Glyn felt like Willy Wonka who had just been let loose in the chocolate factory.  

The guy skull-fucking him was the first to cum after Glyn heard grunts from above. After Glyn had swallowed his load the man to his left took control of Glyn’s head. This guy was even more animated than the first man and Glyn was afraid that his neck was about to get broken. Thankfully, he also came rather quickly, but before Glyn even got a chance to relax, the guy to his right stepped up and continued Glyn’s throat-thumping onslaught. As Glyn received the third load of jizz down his throat, he could feel that Jerry was beginning to up his pace.

Once face-fucker number three had departed Jerry extracted his dick from Glyn’s backside and also mounted the platform. Jerry’s caramel topped log was larger than the first three men that Glyn had blown and Glyn’s mouth had to work far harder than before. Fortunately, Jerry’s method was less manic and Glyn quickly got his mouth and throat into full stride. Glyn’s backside also got into a steady rhythm as he rode Syd’s knob and the combination of this, combined with the anal and oral interaction, delighted him more than all that had gone before.

While lovingly caressing Glyn’s head, it was clear that Jerry was in no hurry to unload as he leisurely speared Glyn’s throat. Time became irrelevant as they moseyed forth, and when Jerry finally announced his impending orgasm, Glyn almost felt a sense of loss. The offering of jizz from Jerry, however, more than made up for that. Lashings of delicious spunk sprayed into Glyn’s mouth and he had to swallow like mad to keep up with the discharge.

When Jerry departed Syd told Glyn to bolt the door of the booth. Glyn was now instructed to lie lengthwise on the mattress on his stomach. Syd now once more entered Glyn’s backside as he cocooned Glyn’s body beneath him. When Syd’s hips began to lazily grind his knob into Glyn, the next salivation session on Glyn’s head simultaneously ensued. The intensifying clammy masculine essence and oppressive weight of Syd’s body completely enthralled Glyn.

Truthfully, Glyn would have liked Syd’s thrusting to be a little rougher but Syd had his specific style of domination, which was equally pleasing to Glyn. While Syd’s body lazily pulsated over him Glyn began purring like a contented kitten. There was nothing hurried about Syd’s approach and Glyn knew that this session was going to last for a long time.

As Syd plowed his backside on and on, Glyn felt like he was in a carnal swamp of gratification, and the damp sensuality was driving him to ever-increasing heights of pleasure. The added satisfaction of Syd’s moist mouth groaning, as Glyn’s head got daubed with saliva, further enhanced the encounter. Syd’s approach was slow and measured as his large frame rocked on top of Glyn’s small body. The leisurely grinding motion almost put Glyn into a trancelike state, and the displacement in Glyn’s backside felt satisfyingly snug.

Glyn lost all track of time in his exhilaration and when Syd eventually lifted his torso onto extended arms, Glyn was disappointed that the end was in sight. When Syd commenced unloading, Glyn was astonished by how long Syd’s orgasm lasted. Most guys are done after a few final thrusts, but Syd’s discharge seemed never-ending.

Finally, when Syd’s balls had been emptied he again lowered his body onto Glyn. To Glyn’s delight, he didn’t feel any deflation taking place in his backside. Glyn’s enchantment was further enhanced a minute or so later when Syd’s body again began rocking above him.

“Round two,” Syd announced before his mouth once more began its tour of Glyn’s head.

As Syd continued his leisurely thrusting he asked, “Would you like to see me again?”

“Definitely,” Glyn answered.

“Cool. My wife does charity work every Saturday, so if you give me your number I call you,” Syd informed him.

“Great, any Saturday is good for me,” Glyn answered.

“Maybe I’ll even bring my buddy Jerry along,” Syd replied with a snigger.

“No problem,” Glyn assured him.

Glyn was enjoying round two but unfortunately, a short while later Syd announced that he would have to end their session because he needed to get home before his wife and have a shower. Lifting his body onto extended arms once more, Syd’s thrusting became more urgent. Glyn again enjoyed one of Syd’s prolonged orgasms as Syd grunted his release.

Afterward, as Syd began to dress they swapped telephone numbers. After a brief final kiss, Syd hurriedly got on his way.

As Glyn was about to get dressed having noticed the time on his phone, Jerry was standing in the doorway once more.

“Fuck it smells good in here, there’s nothing like the musty funk of man sex,” Jerry uttered with a laugh. Then, after entering and closing the door, Jerry continued, “What’s your hurry?”

“I need to get a taxi in the next twenty minutes,” Glyn answered.

“Twenty minutes gives us plenty of time,” Jerry replied.

Shortly, Glyn was on his back on the bunk with Jerry kneeling between his legs. “How many loads did Syd pump into you?” Jerry asked.

“Two,” Glyn replied.

“Whoa… then your arse must be overfull. I never saw anyone who shoots a bigger load than Syd,” Jerry stated.

Jerry then asked Glyn to pull his legs back before placing his dick-head on Glyn’s pucker. “I want to have a good look at my knob churning Syd’s cream,” Jerry informed him.

As Jerry commenced a spate of shallow jabs he began to utter exclamations of delight as he saw Syd’s frothy cum begin to coat his cock. Glyn had also finally decided that wanted to shoot a load and commenced tugging on his dick.

“Would you like to taste Syd’s spunk?” Jerry asked, once his knob was shrouded with churned jizz.

“Yes,” Glyn replied.

Jerry now reversed his body position, and as Glyn saw Jerry’s dick covered with the foamy veil, he felt Jerry’s mouth closed on his cock. Glyn first licked the delicious cream off Jerry’s knob, before allowing Jerry to skull-fuck him. With all the excitement that Glyn had experienced thus far, it did not take very long before he began erupting into Jerry’s mouth. Jerry was still a long way off and decided that they should again alter their positions.

Shorty, Glyn was hanging over the bunk as Jerry fucked him from behind. Regrettably, Jerry had not bolted the door and Glyn’s heart sank when a new guy entered and stood on the bunk. The guy didn’t undress but merely opened his zipper, before lifting Glyn’s head to skull-fuck him. Time was running out, and Glyn was anxious to contact Thomas before Thomas’s shift ended. Glyn was, therefore, relieved when after a very short while the two men spearing into him began to grunt in unison. After they had both cum, Glyn wasted no time dressing and exiting the booth.

As he glanced at the time on his phone he saw that it was twenty minutes to six. He phoned Thomas immediately and was relieved when Thomas told him that he would be there in less than ten minutes.    

Although the drive home was quiet, Thomas once more kept eyeballing Glyn in the rear-view mirror. Glyn had enjoyed a wonderful afternoon and wondered if there was a possibility of more to follow. As they were approaching Glyn’s home he decided to test the water with Thomas.

“Would you like to come in for a drink?” he asked Thomas, as Glyn handed over the cab fare.

“Well… I first have to return the cab to the depot, but if the offer still stands after that, then I can be back in thirty minutes,” Thomas stated.

“See you then,” Glyn said, as he got out of the taxi.

Once inside his apartment, Glyn quickly had a shower and cleaned his backside thoroughly. Next, he put on a clean t-shirt and shorts. When Glyn opened his refrigerator, he observed the generous helping of left-over chicken and potato salad from the previous day and decided that he would offer Thomas a meal. After the cutlery, placemats, and food had been put on the dining room table, the doorbell rang.

Seeing Thomas properly for the first time, Glyn was pleased to observe how good-looking Thomas was. Thomas had a similar physique to Syd, but his gut was slightly less prosperous. Thomas was blown away by the offer of a meal and soon they were eating and sipping their beers. The conversation was light-hearted and no mention was made of Glyn’s afternoon. As they were finishing their meal, Glyn began to believe that he had misread the situation with Thomas.

Afterward, once Glyn had disposed of the dishes he joined Thomas in the lounge. When he sat down on the opposite sofa facing Thomas, something radical occurred, and Thomas’s friendly demeanour from earlier transformed into an intensely salacious glare. With that, Thomas’s right hand now also began to blatantly stroke the fabric of his trousers above his cock. At that moment, Glyn knew that his day had not yet ended.

“So, did you have a good afternoon?” Thomas asked.

“Yes,” Glyn shyly replied.

“I know that place,” Thomas said, before asking, “When did you become a black cock-hound?”

“Just over a month ago,” Glyn honestly answered.

“So let me guess… You went home with a black man and after the best fuck of your life, realized what you had always missed out on?” Thomas inquired.

“Something like that,” Glyn answered, before continuing, “Now I’m a hot chocolate fan.”

 Although understanding the context, Thomas still raised an eyebrow and asked, “Hot chocolate?”

Glyn then went on to tell him about his banter with Syd and Jerry that day.

“Hot chocolate… I like that,” Thomas said, nodding approvingly.

There was a brief silence before Thomas once more spoke. “So, how many loads did you swallow?”

After a brief calculation, Glyn replied, “Five.”

Thomas nodded before asking his next question, “And how many did you take up your arse?”

“Three,” Glyn unhesitatingly replied

“You certainly had a busy afternoon. Do you still have any more fuel left in the tank?” Thomas asked.

“Plenty,” Glyn answered, with a naughty smile.

“Well, my tank is full. This past week has been uneventful for me,” Thomas replied, with a wry smile.

In the next brief silence, Thomas intensified his bulge rubbing before he spoke once more. “I only have to be back on duty at noon tomorrow, so I hope you aren’t going to disappoint me by begging me to stop once I get going.”

“Bring it on,” Glyn answered, with bravado.

Thomas let out a cynical laugh as if a warning was being issued. Next, he removed his shoes and socks and placed them at the side of the sofa. Following that Thomas unbuttoned his shirt and took it off before placing it on his on top of his shoes. Then, after sitting back once more he looked at Glyn and said, “Strip Vanilla Boy, let me get a good look at you.”

Gingerly, Glyn arose and removed all his clothing. When he was done Thomas beckoned him over with his hand. As Glyn stood before him, Thomas reached out and fondled Glyn’s erect dick and balls.

“You’ve got a decent knob for a white boy,” Thomas said, with a laugh.

After a short while, Thomas issued his next instruction. “Turn around and show me your pussy.”

Glyn turned, and after widening his stance bent over and spread his cheeks.

“Mmmm… that pink bud of yours looks a little puffy, but when I get done with you it’ll look like a red rose in full bloom,” Thomas warned.

A thrill of excitement pulsed through Glyn and he had a feeling that the lack of roughness he had missed out with Syd that afternoon, was about to be realized. He did not have to wait too long, because Thomas commenced flicking his pucker with his middle finger. The first flick was quite hard and Glyn instantly let go of his cheeks. After being strongly reprimanded for doing so he quickly opened up his cheeks for Thomas once more. As the flicks intensified, Glyn began to yelp with excitement. Next, Glyn heard spitting and then felt Thomas’s thumb entering his backside.

“Why are you disrespecting my thumb?” Thomas asked, before explaining, “A pucker must offer resistance. You need to learn to clench, boy.” To enforce the point, Thomas gave Glyn’s arse a stinging slap.

“Now clamp my fucking thumb as if you want it… show me you need it,” Thomas barked. “When I stick my knob into you later, I want to feel the constriction. This pussy of yours needs to milk my spunk out of me, you need to earn it.”

After extracting his thumb from Glyn’s pucker, Thomas now pulled Glyn’s body onto his lap. Glyn instantly felt a very hard lump touching his backside. With his arms about Glyn, Thomas’s right hand moved toward Glyn’s crotch and his left hand clamped onto Glyn’s left nipple before Thomas commenced tweaking and squeezing simultaneously. Glyn began to yelp and writhe as the double-action escalated.

“Yes, baby, dance for me,” Thomas intoned as he gave Glyn a real working over. “You’ve got great rhythm for a white boy.”

Glyn couldn’t believe how the discomfort was exciting him. He now also fully realized that he was in for a tantalizingly ‘torrid’ time with Thomas.

After Glyn had well and truly been ‘tenderized,’ Thomas let go of him and announced that they should move through to the bedroom. Once there, Thomas instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Thomas now took up station in front of Glyn and glared down at him. Thomas then slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it out through the loops. Next, he placed the belt on the bed beside Glyn. A flash of nervous elation pulsed through Glyn as he looked at the belt. He had often had his arse slapped but had never been spanked with a belt. The idea, however, intrigued him.

Thomas now unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, before kicking them to the side. Glyn instantly focused on the exceptionally large lump in Thomas’s boxer shorts. As he looked up into Thomas’s eyes, Thomas said, “I want to introduce to you to friends of mine who are known by two names.”

“What are their names?” Glyn asked, smiling with apprehensive fascination.

“Mr. Pain and Mr. Pleasure,” Thomas informed him, with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Next, Thomas began to push his boxers downward. The cock that was exposed gave Glyn his biggest jaw-dropping moment of the past six weeks. The thick black shaft of Thomas’s cut knob had a very pronounced downward curve. It was, however, what was at the end of the shaft that surprised Glyn the most. Thomas had a huge dick-head that looked like a dusky purplish tennis ball. Glyn had never seen a pucker-popper like this in his life. As Glyn stared at it in disbelief he was greatly relieved at the thought of his earlier double-fucking that afternoon.

As Thomas took hold of his knob and flicked it about proudly, Glyn could tell that Thomas’s cock was extremely rigid. When he looked up at Thomas, Thomas had an ominously horny look in his eyes. Thomas now retrieved the belt next to Glyn and after doubling it with the buckle and end of the belt clasped in his right hand, he said, “This is going to help you with Mr. Pleasure.”

Thomas then instructed Glyn to turn around and bend over, with his knees on the edge of the bed. The first two strikes stung, but by the fourth strike, Glyn was gasping with pleasure. By the tenth strike and with his body tingling with gratification, Glyn hoped that Thomas wouldn’t be stopping too soon. After twenty strikes Thomas threw the belt to the floor.

“Jesus, baby, your arse is looking unbelievably hot. Mr. Pain has warmed up nicely for Mr. Pleasure,” Thomas groaned in a lusty growl.

Glyn next heard spitting behind him before one, two, and then three fingers entered his manhole. After working Glyn’s man-pussy for a short while, the moment of truth arrived when Glyn felt the ‘tennis ball’ located at his pucker. As Thomas began to prise Glyn’s sphincter open, Glyn was amazed that the discomfort wasn’t as bad as he had feared. Once Thomas’ knob-head had popped in the soreness quickly began to diminish.

It immediately became clear that Thomas knew exactly what he was doing. After stirring his dick-head in Glyn for a short while Thomas began to delve ever deeper. As Glyn started groaning with enjoyment, Thomas let out a laugh and said, “Looks like Mr. Pleasure has taken over.”

“Yes,” Glyn contentedly mumbled.

Bringing Glyn out of his reverie, Thomas instantly slapped his arse very hard and commanded, “Tighten your fuckin’ hole.”

Glyn immediately responded and clenched for all he was worth.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” Thomas acknowledged, “That’s how you show my fuckin’ cock respect.”  

Glyn now began to feel like he was having an anal examination by a world-renowned proctologist. With the curve of Thomas’s dick and the magnitude of the ‘tennis ball,’ Glyn was receiving a prostate massage of the highest order. In his excitement, Glyn began to fumble with his dick. As the bliss overcame him, he realized too late that he was rocketing toward orgasm. Even though he let go of his knob, the mental stimulation proved too much and Glyn began erupting rapturously.

As he grunted his release, Thomas asked, “Are you enjoying this… You, hot chocolate, loving whore?”

“Yesss,” Glyn exalted before his body got flattened onto the bed.

Thomas now went ballistic, as he thumped his cock into Glyn who heaved and howled like a horny harlot, as his arse got hammered by the orb that was disciplining his prostate. On outstretched arms, Thomas bellowed with carnal pleasure as he spewed his load into Glyn.

“Sorry that I came so quickly, but I’ve been pent-up all afternoon waiting to fuck you,” Thomas gasped, as he lowered his body onto Glyn. 

They lay still for a couple of minutes regaining their composure. In what felt like a repeat of his earlier encounter with Syd, however, Thomas’s cock remained hard. Glyn then felt Thomas’s hips spring to life as he commenced slow-fucking Glyn again. The one thing that Glyn wondered about was the lack of oral stimulation from Thomas. When Thomas lowered his body, however, he had placed his face at the back of Glyn’s neck.

For the following several minutes Thomas retained a leisurely pace as he kissed Glyn’s neck and shoulders. Finally, when Thomas lifted off Glyn and told him to turn onto his back and instructed him to hold his legs back, Thomas once more began to enter Glyn’s pucker. Thomas then commenced popping his knob-head in and out of Glyn’s sphincter, while enjoying the gasps emanating from Glyn. Next, Thomas started vigorously spearing Glyn’s butt. In this position, Thomas’s dick felt twice as big as before. Thankfully, after a short while, the soreness started dissipating and when Thomas finally lowered his torso onto Glyn, with Glyn’s legs over his shoulders, Glyn was overjoyed when Thomas commenced kissing him.

Thomas’s kissing was much harder and more animated than Syd’s, but Glyn was equal to the challenge. After several minutes when Thomas lifted his torso once more and began to hammer Glyn’s butt, Glyn started frantically tugging on his knob. When Thomas sensed that Glyn was about to shoot his load, Thomas then began thumping his knob into Glyn with gusto. As both men grunted their release, their ejaculations were seconds apart.

After a well-earned beer in the lounge, they returned to the bedroom. Another three sessions followed before they fell asleep. Glyn was captivated by the duality of Thomas’s sexual personas. Whenever Thomas felt that Glyn had enjoyed too much of Mr. Pleasure, Mr. Pain would return. Glyn’s arse was continually spanked and it was clear that Thomas liked a noisy lover. Glyn was up to the task and groaned, grunted, yelped, and panted compliantly. Thomas also turned out to be a very imaginative lover and Glyn’s body manipulated into positions he had never before thought of. Above all, the magic orb Thomas possessed stimulated Glyn more than any other cock before.

The following morning, once before breakfast and twice afterward, Glyn was again put through his paces. When Thomas was about to leave he looked at Glyn and said, “Now that I know where you live, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

“Anytime,” Glyn lustfully answered.

Glyn did see a lot more of Thomas after that. The other great pleasure in Glyn’s life was; with Saturdays being Thomas’s busiest day at work, Glyn also got to see Syd once a week. A further plus in Glyn’s life was that Syd usually brought a buddy along. Apart from Jerry, Syd’s buddy, Glyn also met many other interesting men. The most fascinating of all Syd’s buddies was an ex-convict named Doctor Long John.

But that’s an entirely different story.