Lavon

Lavon was one of the most beautiful men I had ever met. He had the bearing of an exquisite proud dark warrior and glided rather than walked. Upon meeting him, he joined the group I was engaged with at the bar and introduced himself. Lavon was well over six-foot-six-inches-tall and had the most incredible deep rumbling voice. He had just been to the gym and was wearing a tracksuit. As often happens at these gatherings, people often pair off in conversational groups and I soon found myself in an exclusive dialogue with him.

As histories were exchanged I learned that he had been a fairly good sportsman in his youth, and now worked in the advertising industry. Lavon was not involved and had recently turned thirty years old. He was engaging, intelligent, and had the most infectious smile I had ever seen. After an hour, we had moved a fair distance from the group.

Out of the blue, he suddenly stated, “I would like to make love to you.”

Almost choking on my drink, I blurted, “What, right now?”

We both started laughing, before he continued, “Well if you’re into exhibitionism, why not. I, however, I would prefer to do so at my home.” Again laughter followed.

Lifting his right hand he cupped my jaw. “This beautiful mouth of yours needs some serious attention Davey,” he crooned.

My legs were almost turning to jelly as he moved in and gently kissed my lips. “I live around the corner from here,” he announced, before fixedly gazing into my eyes. Then, after lifting his eyebrows in anticipation of my answer, he asked, “Yes or no baby?”

I whimpered a meek, “Yes.”

“Cool, let’s do our goodbyes,” he answered, smiling.

Lavon’s apartment was tasteful and neat. After closing the door behind us, he unceremoniously began stripping, stating that he loved being naked. Tentatively, I followed suit. Standing naked before me, my breath was taken away by the beauty of this giant. Lavon’s body was as hairless as his head. Although he wasn’t naturally hairy, he explained that he regularly shaved the little hair he had. It was as if his entire body shone like polished ebony. His horse-dick and bovine balls were epic.

Standing before me, Lavon began caressing my body. “You’re fucking perfect!” he rumbled lustfully. As his hands slide over my shoulders, arms, and torso, in a tactile salutation, it was as if he was honouring the acquisition of a newly acquired sculpture.

Gazing down at his inflating cock, my pucker began twitching in nervous expectation. Chuckling, and observing my concern, Lavon said, “Don’t worry baby, I won’t hurt you, because I know how to use it and it’s strictly for pleasure.”

I could not resist and extending my hand touched his nut-sac, which felt like luxurious satin. While toying with his balls, his inflating knob began to rise.

‘Oh god,’ I noted in astonishment, ‘the head of his dick seems to be expanding.’

As Lavon’s horn proudly began lifting further upward, I slid my hand over the silky shaft.

‘Fuck me, if this thing kills me tonight, I’ll die a happy man,’ I reflected.

“Get down on your knees, baby, it’s time to worship,” he instructed with a horny growl.

After I got to my knees, Lavon issued his next order. “Put your hands at your sides.”

Grabbing hold of his shaft, Lavon began rubbing his dark pole all over my face and head. My shoulders and chest followed as he continued patting and touching me with his huge knob. It was as if his dusky hooded cobra was about to strike at any moment and send me into oblivion.

After several minutes of the most extreme cock-teasing I had ever endured, my next directive was issued.

“My balls need to be polished. Get to work, baby, I want plenty of spit.”

Moving my head closer, the strong smell of his sweaty nut-sac assailed my nostrils. I had never before smelt such a rich genital odour. “Are you happy I didn’t shower after gym, baby?” he asked in a horny growl.

“Yes, fuck yes, daddy, it smells fucking awesome,” I said as my mouth frantically licked and worshiped.

Holding his horn against his stomach, he kept dishing out instructions as I fulfilled my duty. Lavon contributed to the ‘polish,’ by occasionally dribbling saliva into my mouth. Slobbering and panting, I licked his nuts like a sex-starved slut.

“That’s a good boy. If you want me to fuck you, you need to earn the privilege. More spit boy, shine those balls. Work that fucking tongue harder boy, you need to work a lot harder,” he intoned.

Finally moving backward, Lavon began slapping my face with his huge shlong. I revelled in the slapping sounds as he swished his cock from side to side.

“Does your pucker deserve this dick boy?” he challenged.

“Yes sir, please sir,” I begged.

“Then clean my cock-head boy,” he reprimanded.

The flared head of his dick was manic. Squashing his fat mushroom into my mouth, my lips expanded to full capacity. “Wider, boy, open much wider!” He grunted.

“Nah, this is a lost cause,” he eventually exclaimed in a playful tone. “Let’s see if your arse will take this knob because I’m going to fucking make it fit.”

Next, pulling me toward the bedroom, I knew that I was heading for the fucking of my life. I was in heaven and did not care if I died in the process that lay ahead. I felt like someone being taken to a barn, before being tied up as an offering to a horny stallion.

After being tossed on the bed on my stomach, he commanded me to spread my legs. As his spit covered fingers began to work my arse, I braced myself for the impending invasion.

After popping his huge dick-head in me, he asked, “Does that feel good, boy?”

“Yes sir, please don’t stop sir,” I pleaded.

“I don’t hear enough respect, do you really want more?” he teased.

“Please sir,” I answered.

“Nah, doesn’t sound like you really want it,” he replied.

“YES, FUCK YES, PLEAAAASE,” I implored.

“Beg me like you mean it,” Lavon marked.

“PLEAAAAAASE,” I begged once more.

“Okay, maybe two more inches.”

“More, PLEAAASE more,” I begged after he again stopped.

“Aaaaah,” he growled, as his equine phallus assailed me completely.

“Happy?” he asked after bottoming out.

“Oomph, FUUUUUUCK YES,” I cried in agonizing ecstasy.

As he began slowly humping my backside, I started whimpering. Jesus, I had never felt anything this good or taxing before.

“Are you happy, baby?” he grunted.

Even with my eyes popping out, I blurted, “Yes daddy, please don’t stop!”

As his well-toned hips went into overdrive, I wasn’t sure if I would be alive later. I was in heaven as I succumbed to the hammering from my horse-lover. If I died, this would be my most blissful moment.

Thumping and humping me, my butt was put to its ultimate test. Never in the history of lovemaking had such a big piece of meat, given this much pleasure, to so small a hole.

To my delight, Lavon also had more stamina than any man I had ever met.

After he had creamed my arse to capacity, he asked, “Was that good, baby?”

“Oh fuck yes, OH FUCK YES!” I exalted.

***

We became lovers soon after. After Lavon returned from gym each evening, I was fucked for a half an hour before dinner. Having dispensed with the starter, the main course was enjoyed in bed later. The weekend was my favourite time of the week, which was spent either on my back or stomach. Lavon was a total fuck-machine and my life could not have been better.