Jerome hummed a low tune as he surveyed his new apartment. It was perfect – spacious, high ceilings, bathed in natural light. Almost perfect, anyway. The incessant drip-drip-drip from under the bathroom sink was a rude intrusion on his otherwise blissful new beginning. He’d barely unpacked, but the leak couldn't wait. A quick call to the building’s maintenance, and a plumber named Connor was now on his way.
Jerome, at twenty-nine, was a picture of athletic grace, his mixed-race skin a smooth canvas over taut muscle. He moved with an easy confidence, his loose shorts hanging low on his hips, revealing the distinct outline of his impressive package against the fabric – a tell-tale sign of his naturally high sex drive, always just beneath the surface. He wasn’t looking for trouble, but he wasn’t exactly adverse to it either. Any hint of nudity, any flash of skin, and Jerome's body had a way of responding.
The doorbell chimed. Jerome pulled open the door to reveal a man who looked like he’d been carved from a different, older, and perhaps even more rugged mold. Connor was a big white dude, easily 6’1”, with a muscular frame that had softened into a bit of a pot belly, a testament to years of hard work and perhaps a few too many beers. He wore standard builder gear – a faded t-shirt, worn jeans, and a baseball cap pulled low. His eyes, though, held a sparkle that seemed to assess Jerome in a way that went beyond just the leaky faucet.
"Jerome? Connor, plumber," he rumbled, his voice a low growl. "Heard you got a little water problem."
"Yeah, under the bathroom sink," Jerome replied, stepping aside. His gaze lingered for a second too long on Connor’s broad shoulders, the way the denim stretched tight over his ass. Damn, that booty fat, Jerome thought, a familiar tingle starting to prickle beneath his skin. He tried to ignore it, ushering Connor towards the bathroom.
Connor moved with an easy, confident swagger. As he reached the sink, he bent over, his large frame momentarily eclipsing the light. The worn denim of his jeans strained, and then, a glorious, tantalizing revelation – a deep, dark canyon of ass crack, framed by a thick, curly blonde pelt of hair. It was a sight that hit Jerome like a shot, a primal trigger that bypassed all reason. His heart hammered, and the soft fabric of his shorts suddenly felt insufficient to contain the rapid hardening of his dick.
Holy shit, he’s got a whole ass back there. And that hair… Jerome’s mind raced, a flood of heat surging through his veins. He could practically feel the blood rushing south, making his already noticeable bulge impossible to ignore. This was beyond a problem. This was an emergency.
"Alright, let's see what we got here," Connor grunted, his voice muffled as he peered under the sink. He shifted, his ass jiggling subtly, that crack widening a fraction more, the blonde hairs a vivid contrast to the pale skin.
Jerome felt a groan building in his chest. He couldn’t be here. Not now. Not with this happening. He had to escape. "Uh, hey, Connor, I just remembered, I need to… I need to check something in my room. Be right back." He stammered, backing away with a speed that was almost comical, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing display of Connor’s ass until he practically tripped over his own feet.
Connor, meanwhile, had known exactly what he was doing. From the moment Jerome opened the door, a lean, handsome mixed-race man with a barely concealed bulge in his shorts, Connor’s internal radar had gone off. Oh, you poor innocent boy, you have no idea what you’re dealing with, he’d thought, a slow, predatory grin forming on his face. He’d seen the instant flash of interest in Jerome’s dark eyes, the way his gaze dropped to Connor’s ass. Connor had made sure to bend over just right, the worn denim providing the perfect window into his lush, hairy ass crack. He felt the younger man’s retreat, a little smirk playing on his lips. He’s gone to handle that young black cock, I bet. Good.
Jerome stumbled into his bedroom, slamming the door shut with a soft click. His breath came in ragged gasps. He didn’t even bother to close the blinds. He just yanked down his shorts, revealing the magnificent, rigid pillar of his dick, already thick and throbbing, pushing against his boxers. He didn’t take off the boxers, just pushed them down, freeing his hung, dark cock. He scrambled to his computer chair, pulling up some straight porn – a desperate attempt to channel the raw, carnal energy consuming him. But even as the pixelated bodies writhed on screen, his mind was still on the real, live ass in his bathroom.
He gripped his dick, slick with pre-cum, his knuckles white. Each stroke was an urgent, desperate release, his eyes darting towards the door, his body instinctively angled towards it, as if to anticipate an intrusion. The rhythm grew frantic, a greasy, slapping sound echoing in the quiet room. He was lost in the sensation, in the image of that glorious, hairy crack, the promise of what lay beyond.
Connor, having efficiently tightened the leak, wiped his hands and stood up. He hadn’t heard the leak in Jerome’s bathroom for a while now, but he could certainly hear another kind of 'leak' from the bedroom. The distinct, rhythmic thud and groan, the unmistakable sound of a man ferociously beating his meat. A slow smile spread across his face. Perfect.
He walked calmly towards the bedroom door, pushing it open soundlessly. Jerome was there, back to him, head thrown back, eyes closed, his beautiful black cock pumping furiously in his hand, glistening with pre-cum. The screen glowed with generic porn, but Connor knew Jerome wasn’t seeing that. He was seeing Connor’s ass.
"Damn, dude, didn’t mean to bust in on ya like that," Connor said, his voice a low, teasing rumble that cut through Jerome’s haze of arousal. Jerome froze, his eyes snapping open, a flush of mortification and unbridled horniness spreading across his face. He quickly tried to cover himself, but it was too late. Connor had seen everything. "I fixed the tap," Connor continued, his gaze dropping pointedly to Jerome’s engorged dick, "but looks like you have another pipe leaking."
Jerome just stared, caught like a deer in headlights, his chest heaving. His dick, still hard as steel, pulsed in his hand, dripping.
Connor just grinned, a hungry, knowing look in his eyes. He walked further into the room, not breaking eye contact. "No need to be shy, boy. I reckon that’s quite a little… problem you got there." He reached down, pulling his cap off, then turned it backward, a gesture of casual intimacy that sent a shiver down Jerome’s spine. He dropped to his knees in front of Jerome’s chair, his deep set eyes now level with Jerome’s crotch.
Jerome’s breath hitched. He couldn’t speak, could only watch as Connor’s gaze devoured his dick. Connor’s lips, full and experienced, parted slightly, a wet sheen appearing on his tongue.
"Let ol' Daddy lend a hand… or a mouth," Connor murmured, the words barely a whisper. He reached out, his big hand, rough from work, closing gently around Jerome’s thick, dark shaft. The contrast was startling – the pale, calloused skin against the smooth, dark velvet of Jerome’s cock. Jerome groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated relief and anticipation.
Connor’s eyes, full of worship and hunger, looked up at Jerome. "Damn, I knew you had a big one, boy. This young black cock is exactly what Daddy’s been craving." He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Jerome’s head.
The first touch of Connor’s tongue was pure fire, a tentative lick that sent tremors through Jerome’s entire body. Then Connor took him in, slowly, deeply, his mouth a hot, wet cavern. Jerome’s knees buckled, and he gripped the arms of the chair, his head falling back as a wave of intense pleasure washed over him. Deep moans of satisfaction ripped from his throat, echoing Connor’s own low hums of approval. Connor’s ass, still peaking out of his jeans, jiggled with each pull, a mesmerizing rhythm that pulled Jerome deeper into the moment.
Connor sucked and licked, his skilled tongue tracing patterns around the head, down the shaft, back up, nipping, teasing, drawing out every ounce of sensation. Jerome’s mind was reeling. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t dared to hope for this. This man, this older, experienced man, was worshipping his dick with an intensity that bordered on reverence.
"Yeah, that’s it, Daddy, suck it deep," Jerome finally managed to pant out, his voice hoarse with lust. "You got that hungry mouth, huh?"
Connor pulled back for a moment, his eyes shining. "Always hungry for good black dick, boy. And yours… yours is prime. Hard and thick. Just what I like to take." He winked, then dove back down, taking all of Jerome’s massive cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. Jerome was so big, so long, Connor had to work to get it all, his throat stretched, but he relished every inch.
Jerome’s release was building rapidly, a monumental wave. "Oh, fuck, I’m gonna… oh god, Connor!"
Connor simply gave a deep, satisfied groan, tightening his grip on Jerome’s dick, sucking harder, faster, guiding him expertly. When Jerome finally exploded, a primal roar tearing from his throat, he filled Connor’s mouth with his hot, thick cum, his body convulsing, his balls aching with the intensity. Connor swallowed every drop, his eyes still locked on Jerome’s, a look of utter contentment on his face.
Afterwards, Connor gently released him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smear of Jerome’s cum visible. "Whew. That’s a good boy," he praised, still on his knees, gazing up at Jerome with a look of pure adoration that Jerome found himself strangely drawn to.
"But we’re not done, are we?" Connor said, a glint in his eye as he got to his feet. He reached for the buckle on his jeans. "Your turn to feed Daddy now, hmm?"
Jerome’s dick, despite just having cum, was already stirring again, eager for more. He watched, mesmerized, as Connor unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, revealing not just the promised hairy crack, but a truly magnificent, round, bubble butt. It was huge, perfectly shaped, and as Connor turned slightly, Jerome saw the soft, pink flesh of his ass cheeks, firm and inviting. Damn, that booty is FAT and perfect for breeding.
"Come on, boy. Let’s get this over with," Connor growled, his voice rough with desire. He dropped to his hands and knees on the floor, turning his head to look up at Jerome, his eyes burning. "Gimme that black cock, boy. I want it deep. I want it raw."
Jerome needed no further invitation. His shorts were already around his ankles. His massive, dark cock, already rock hard again, sprang free. He knelt behind Connor, his large hands reaching out to grip Connor’s wide hips. He spread the cheeks of Connor’s magnificent ass apart, revealing the puckered, inviting pink hole, framed by blonde hair. A bead of pre-cum, thick and creamy, already clung to the head of his cock.
"Oh, you’re ready, aren’t you, Daddy?" Jerome muttered, his voice low and guttural. "You want this young black cock bred, huh?"
"Just stick it in, you tease!" Connor demanded, his ass already starting to jiggle in anticipation. "I’m hungry for it, boy. Fill me up."
Jerome positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Connor’s hot, wet hole. He pushed once, slowly, feeling Connor’s tight warmth grip him. Connor gasped, pushing back into it, urging him deeper. "Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Harder!"
Jerome thrust, a deep, powerful plunge that buried his entire cock inside Connor’s ass. A loud moan erupted from Connor, a mix of pain and pure pleasure. "Oh… fuck… yes! You got that big black cock, boy! Breed me!"
Jerome pulled back almost completely, then surged forward again, setting a relentless, aggressive pace. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room – the rhythmic thump of Jerome’s hips against Connor’s ass, the wet slide of skin on skin. Connor’s ass jiggled and bounced with every thrust, a mesmerizing dance that drove Jerome wild. He could feel the dense muscle clenching around him, milking his cock with exquisite skill.
"You like that, Daddy? You like this black cock fucking your white ass?" Jerome grunted, his voice thick with lust. He caught the scent of musk and arousal, a heady cocktail that fueled his primal urge. He fucked him harder, faster, each thrust a declaration of dominance and desire.
Connor’s moans grew louder, more guttural. "Yes! Oh, god, yes! Fuck me harder, boy! I want to feel every inch of that young black cock! Breed me like the slut I am!" His ass cheeks, soft and fleshy, slapped against Jerome’s thighs, sometimes letting out a muted, embarrassed fwoomp as air escaped, only adding to the raw, animalistic intensity of the moment. It was dirty, it was raunchy, and Jerome was absolutely, utterly consumed by it.
A strange, unexpected emotion began to bloom in Jerome’s chest amidst the raw physicality. It wasn’t just lust. It was something deeper, a profound connection that startled him. The way Connor took him, the utter surrender, the worshipping hunger in his eyes – it was intoxicating. He felt himself falling, falling deep, not just into Connor’s ass, but into a love for this kind of untamed, insatiable desire for white men’s pussy, for the wild abandon of a man like Connor.
"You’re all mine, Daddy," Jerome growled, grabbing Connor’s hips, grinding his cock deep inside him. "This ass belongs to my black cock now."
Connor arched his back, pushing his ass out, begging for more. "Yes! Own me, boy! Give me all your cum!"
Jerome felt the intense climax building again, stronger, more profound than the last. He held Connor tight, burying his face in Connor’s sweaty neck. "I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill you up, Daddy!"
With a final, mighty series of thrusts, Jerome exploded inside Connor, hot, thick cum pouring into Connor’s tight hole. He groaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure bliss, his body trembling, spent. Connor cried out, his own climax hitting him hard, clutching Jerome’s forearms, his body shuddering as he took every drop.
They lay tangled on the floor for a long moment, bodies slick with sweat and cum, the sweet scent of sex heavy in the air. Jerome slowly pulled out, his cum dripping down Connor’s hairy ass crack, glistening against the pale skin. Connor turned, his eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, a triumphant, satisfied smile on his face.
"Damn, boy," Connor panted, reaching out to cup Jerome’s cheek. "That was… perfect. You got a pipe that’ll never leak once you’ve plugged it in my ass."
Jerome gazed at Connor, at the man who had walked into his life to fix a tap and instead broken down all his inhibitions. He felt an unprecedented warmth spread through him, a feeling of deep connection and profound satisfaction. He found himself smiling back, a genuine, heartfelt smile.
"Yeah," Jerome whispered, his hand finding Connor’s, lacing their fingers together. Jerome looked at the ceiling, a soft smile spreading across his face. He’d just moved into his new place, and already, he was falling. Falling hard and deep for the perfect, jiggling white ass. A deep, undeniable love for white men’s "pussy," for this specific, incredible white man’s pussy, had just been irrevocably carved into his very soul. And he knew, with a certainty that thrilled him to his core, that this was only the beginning.
