Meeting Black Zeus

Five foot freaking six!

Excuse me if I laugh a little too heartily at this! It isn’t that I have any hang-ups against short people. I don’t–honestly. It’s just that for a towering football player from the small town of Old Texas Alabama who spent most of his closeted teen years jacking off to this black god, I honestly presumed he would be much bigger! At the very least, a tad taller than five-eight (which I just recently learned is the typical threshold for most competitive bodybuilders). But, of course, Romulus Cornell was no ordinary man winning over several dozen muscleman awards over his career, and of course, the coveted Mr. Zeus title, a poster of which I once owned that spent most of the 80s hanging just above my dumbbell collection.

I’d nearly forgotten all about my longstanding crush when I happened to be down in Cuba on vacation visiting an old buddy. My friend also had an aged picture of Black Zeus from the same period hanging ceremoniously in his beachside gym. The main difference between my poster and his picture was it looked a lot less formal and it looked to be on the same beach outside, just decades earlier. So, when my friend asked me to fly with him back to Miami for this fitness symposium (after traveling through Canada first), I think we were both surprised to find our bodybuilding hero at the same event discussing his lengthy career and his recently earned lifetime achievement award.

As he stood at the podium talking, a lot of those old memories came flooding back. One, in particular, of those cold lonely nights when I wanted nothing more than to caress the hard oiled muscles of another black man, to work my way up from those delectable calves to those incredible deltoids that needed man-hands to massage them right. In a few cases, his image in Joe Weider’s magazine collection as the only motivation I had to stay hard in the back of my pickup truck when I was bordering on “stage fright” with a handful of my loose girlfriends. And while the man was never a bad-looking dude, age somehow made his angular lines more becoming, and his light plain suit just offered a sense of maturity he failed to promote in his youth that pronounced his alpha masculinity even more now.

While my friend was eager to get to another forum featuring another relevant body sculptor, I patiently stuck around through the madness that was the Meet & Greet just to be awestruck in the face-to-face presence of his company along obtaining with the fine penmanship of his autograph. There was so much I wanted to say without plenty of time to say it, wanting to tell him how he changed the life of a rural black boy just a few miles away from his hometown. That he was the reason I had the body that made most men leave wet spots in their drawers, gay or straight. But I kept my mouth shut fearing I might just embarrass myself by accidentally revealing too much of myself, telling him I knew I was gay at the thought of my legs wrapped around his narrow waist using my hole at his will.

It wouldn’t come until later that night, and instead of being frightened by my confession he might’ve been flattered by it when I learned the silver-headed muscle tank proved to be a silver-headed muscled brick shithouse dad eyeing a demonstration at the local leather club. I guess it was well-known to the world he was gay–except to me. And not just gay, but openly gay to the point he never hid it during his entire bodybuilding career, as it was just assumed he was unquestionably hetero with his deep voice and ripped physique.

“I know something about you told me you were family.” Black Zeus came up and spoke to me, bringing his heavy hand up on my broad shoulder.

With a boner proudly streaming down my thighs, I turned to look down at him looking up at me beaming, showing me his perfectly-lined choppers before turning to watch a submissive in a spreader taking a paddle to his reddening backside. When I turned to steal a second look at him, Black Zeus had quietly disappeared out of sight.

Left there turned on by him and raw red ass being beaten before me, I scoured the club looking for a nice ethnic boy I could manhandle during my layover. And just when I was about to close the deal with one boy, this other boy came to me with a note in tow, asking me to follow him for a good time.

I honestly didn’t know what to make of it, the unusual request, so I tried brushing the kid off. When he refused, I walked away with my original boy, only to be stopped once again on my way out to the parking lot by him and another gorgeous by flanking my bodybuilding idol.

“I must be slipping.” Black Zeus bemoaned jokingly. “I thought I sent my finest boy to lead you astray.”

I was looking for the other boy next to him to react as he was just as equally attractive, but he didn’t, just as if he knew his place.

“No,” I replied respectfully. “It’s just I usually don’t have a strange boy come up to me with a note asking me to follow him without knowing why.”

“Am I a good enough reason, boy?”

“Of course…sir,” I grinned wider than I wanted to.

I was so charmed by Black Zeus and his entourage that I foolishly left my friend back at the club, forcing him to make other plans as I blindly followed Black Zeus into an elevator up to some obscene floor of some luxury high-rise on South Beach.

“How do you like the place?” Black Zeus asked.

“Great,” I smiled nervously, watching the two young men scurry across the room through what I thought was a bedroom door.

“I have a mansion with a well-equipped dungeon in West Palm Beach that’s undergoing renovation right now. Next time you make your way back to Florida, I’ll definitely have to give you a tour of it.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Have a seat,” he offered, leading me into this spacious living room with two leather recliners facing the television and the dark ocean behind it.

I sat, waiting for him to say something else, but he refused, choosing only to after one of the young men presented himself in the doorway butt-naked and only then to ask me if I wanted something to drink.

I gave my drink order after he ordered his ‘usual’ and then ordered me to undo my pants as he was undoing his. That was unless I liked the arduous ceremony of one of the boys doing it for me.

I got what he said technically but couldn’t actually connect it in my mind. Then, as the two boys practically ran over to us, throwing our drinks on the table next to us, and proceeding to suck us off, it was very much easier to get what he was saying.

Even without my hero saying anything else, it was obvious this was his lifestyle. Getting sucked off like this, in front of another man, was just as customary to him as lazily watching late night television. Given as many blowjobs where I had been on the receiving end, I probably could have easily done the same. But, the boy between my legs didn’t just suck dick, he had mastered the art of fellatio beautifully.

“How’re you doing over there?” Black Zeus asked.

I was breathing harder than I wanted to, but he was such a natural using his skilled tongue it was hard to hold back and talk at the same time.

“Don’t feel embarrassed if you let go in his mouth so soon. They’ve been trained relentlessly every day for the past two years to extract warm jizz juice straight from the source. So, if you must, feel free to take control of your boy.”

I did, grabbing his head and ramming my dick in and out of his mouth like a favored sex toy.

“Damn, you were born to suck some dick!” I encouraged, feeling the head of my dick punch the back of his throat. Though, the way he looked into my eyes we both know my roughhousing failed to give the same sensation when I let him go at it on autopilot.

After I saw my host wasn’t nearly as interested in my antics as that, I set the pace even slower, restoring the balance and enjoying the ride. Before long, his nose was buried in my pubes and his forehead was hard-pressed against my abs.

“Keep it up. I’m going to shoot!” I warned.

“Go ahead,” Black Zeus advised. “It’s like yummy protein shakes to them.”

I was a bit startled when the boy started to pull halfway off my dick before I had to hold him still, thrusting my hips into his mouth.

“That’s the stuff,” Black Zeus said licking his lips.

I had a few good lunges in me before I felt the back of the boy’s mouth locked around my head, and with such a vice grip and a hard tug I felt my load run out of me and into his mouth.

“Drink up boy. Swallow it!”

I was squirting jets. He was gulping it up like he very thirsty, stroking every little drop he could get out of me, licking me clean and letting me go when he was sure I had nothing else left to give.

“So how was it?” Black Zeus asked.

“Needed.” I answered.

“I’m glad you like him.” Black Zeus said, looking at my dick not going soft for one second and then snapped his finger. “I would keep him for another around, but you seem like the kind of man that can go for some ass after someone sucks you off like that.”

“You know me so well.” I beamed, feeling this slight need to want to cover up. But as I watched my boy with his juicy booty rush out into the other room, I felt less self-conscious about it and mildly regretful I didn’t get a chance to fuck such a beautiful ass.

“Don’t worry about that,” Black Zeus said sensing my concern with his own boy eagerly working between his legs. “This boy here loves it on both ends.”

I took my time getting behind his boy.

I was amazed his crack was already well lubed and ready for me to slide in. I thought I was doing him a favor teasing his back entryway, only to prematurely push the head of my dick in when the other boy startled me running out the door.

“As much as I fuck him, his hole always seemed to snap back to when it was a brand new cherry.” Black Zeus seemed to apologize.

I tried easing the boy’s pain by sliding up his body to twist his nipples. He moaned in pleasure instead of pain this time, letting me work my way from gentle strokes to brutish pound with sweat rolling off my face as Black Zeus sat there calmly unfazed by the action going on in front of him.

His boy however was feeling every pump, grunting from his diaphragm with every push. Sometimes letting it out on the dick in his mouth or altogether taking his mouth off it to have his scream.

“You need to quit all that hollering up there.” I told him, being mindful of the neighbors. “You got some nice tight ass, but it isn’t like it’s the first time it’s been poked!”

I grabbed the boy’s shoulders, holding him steady as to fuck him without ramming his straightened throat into the lap of the dick he was sucking.

“That’s it…let it out nice and gently. Push out. Give me that hole. There you go. I got kitten purring now. That’s how you give it up to a real man!”    

There was no doubt the boy was in pure bliss the way he let out his pleasurable moans every time I scraped by his prostate with every stroke. After he reached down and jerked off, I sank my dick deeper into him and shot off another powerful load.

Unlike the other boy, this boy just pulled his ass off my dick and with a fuck-fart and gave Black Zeus a few soulful licks of his pipe and got up and went back to the other room.

I was still catching my breath when he got dressed and immediately left the condo.

My mind must’ve been elsewhere because when I looked over at Black Zeus, his dick was standing proud, hard, and arrogant double-coated in saliva. I mean, I knew Romulus Cornell was Mr. Zeus, but I had no idea that Zeus the man was Zeus packing in the pants! Never in my life would I have suspected the man I looked at for almost a decade on my wall, that packed so much incredible muscles and spent most of his career parading around in low cut trunks was just that hung. And it wasn’t because he was much shorter that made him look so much bigger down there either. He was just big period.

 

Shit!

“It took us a while, but we finally got to the main course, don’t you say.” Black Zeus boasted.

“Yeah,” I said, licking my lips and nervously looking on. I was best at being on the receiving end of getting head, so giving it wasn’t my natural forte. But this was Black Zeus and a man I desperately wanted to please.

“Suck me off, son,” he said authoritatively, almost militarily, taking off his suit to reveal a smooth hard freckled chest.

I placed my mouth around his dick, putting the head and working my tongue along the long thick shaft. This seemed to stir some delight from his lips as I felt confident enough to take it as best I could into my mouth, fighting my gag reflexes and all.

“You look good on your knees, son,” he encouraged me with a big silky ball sac in my mouth. “You would look better with your lips on my ass.”

My tongue slipped behind his balls and into his ass crack. He had to adjust the way he sat a couple of times before he granted me full access to the wrinkled hole between his rock-solid buns. I licked it very slowly waiting for his reaction, his approval, feeling more in my zone putting his charming hole through some changes, swirling it around in circular strokes to broad swipes to tongue-fucking it insanely all the while taking to grabbing the back of his chair and listening to him grunt out, twisting his hard plump ass across my face with his dick straining hard over my forehead.

“That’s it! I can’t freaking take it anymore! I need to be inside of you!”

Like a well-choreographed dance, I ended up kneeing his leather chair bracing myself as my bodybuilder hero took the precaution of lubricating up my ass. Much like the boy I had just fucked I wasn’t a virgin either. However, I got fucked so far and few in between by the handful of older men that ever had the pleasure of using me, it felt like they were the first to pop my cherry. As I felt like I was being slowly invaded by an army, I moaned in appreciation for that pimple-faced teenage boy who had a great love for this man and then cried out as he mounted me and then penetrated me, like I was some whore built to take dick. Although my hole conceded as if I could, the throbbing inside my rectum let me know that it wasn’t so.

“You worthless piece of shit!” I bawled out of control.

“Push out,” Black Zeus instructed, like he had been here a million times before. “Just push out and just give me that butt-cunt.”

I tried, but the initial pain was just too damn much. After a few minutes, my body trembled, and my hole gave in effortlessly.

“Just relax, I know you boys like your holes packed in.”

He fucked me like this for a long time, occasionally slapping me on my cheek before moving our show into his bedroom with him telling me he liked fucking my ass and he knew he could get it in the way I was looking at him earlier. He pegged me perfectly as being one of those horny boys that used to get off on his picture. There were many of them, he informed me, ranging from the she-males to the queers to the controlling down low men that wanted nothing more than to be conquered by his formidable, muscled physique.

I thought something was wrong when he sopped our doggie-style marathon, but he simply wiped his sweaty hands on my obliques and pulled out. “I want to watch your face when I pump your hole full of cum!”

As we got into this new position, I was thrown that as short as he was, our torsos and face lined perfectly. He didn’t miss a beat battering my guts, stretching my hole at a different angle. I tried throwing my ass back at him hoping he would come sooner. But the former Mr. Zeus wasn’t having any of that, putting me through the ropes using my ass for his pleasure.

“I got some jizz dreams I want to share with you!” He huffed, slamming hard into my pitiful ass. “I got your ass moaning, huh?”

I let out some sort of sound I wasn’t sure belonged to me.

“Watch this!” Black Zeus commanded, as I felt him reach over and give my hard dick a half a dozen good tugs before I screamed out my wild spewing nutt. “Oh shit! Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit! I’m going to…ahhh! Ahh! Ahh! Sheeeetttttttttt! Fuck!”

I was too engrossed in my own orgasm to feel his fingers dig into me, holding me in place as he filled me up with cum like a car at a gas station, shoving whatever excess there could be further up my hole.

“Was I as good as you thought I was jacking off to my muscled body all those years ago?”

“Better!” I said, quite satisfied. “Though you’re shorter than I expected, certainly not where it counts!”