Only A Fantasy

I'd often see him in the drive thru: a young, well-built, yet petite black man who had introduced himself through the speaker as "Prince" in an adorable accent before asking what I'd like to order. I couldn't tell exactly where he was from, but his accent sounded slightly Caribbean. Perhaps with any luck I'll have a chance to ask him personally and find out. 

Of course he was obviously attractive, but me being not as open about my particular sexual tastes as others, sometimes even with myself, I didn't really think too much of him that way at first. Though, I've always been very curious about such things. 

Even as a young boy, some friends and I would experiment on each other from time to time. Growing up, I had always repressed these urges and kept them only behind closed doors, but when I allowed it to, my imagination would run wild. Around the 8th grade my curiosities began getting the best of me. I would sometimes sneak into my sisters room while no one else was home and try on her thongs to see what I'd look like in lady's underwear. I liked it. A lot. 

Soon after, I'd fantasize about having a sugar daddy who'd use his many years of sexual experience to show me how to be an obedient lover. A few times in highschool I even went on Craigslist and chatted with a few men who had posted ads asking for submissive twinks to unload their seed into; though it never led to any real encounters. Just reading subjects like these online would force me to quiver in boyish desire. 

Despite my urges taking me to the very brink of self control, I kept my lustful dreams private, never telling anyone in my life about the pleasures I longed for in the arms of another man. There weren't any guys in my life I had any real attraction to. I had plenty of sexual experiences as a teen with girls, and even married an absolutely incredible woman when I was 20 (who I'm still with), but despite all this there are still lingering feelings. Burning desires that have to be manifested in one way or another.

It wasn't until just this morning when I saw him again in the drive thru window after taking my order through the speaker. For some reason, hearing his beautiful accent introduce himself today gave me butterflies immediately when he said "Hello my name is Prince, how may I serve you today?" After ordering my usual large black coffee I drove up to the window and there he was, standing behind a nice girl who was putting my purchase through, but I saw him look me directly in the eye. 

He smiled adorably and gave me a cutesy little wave, twiddling his fingers in a very feminine manner. That was the moment: the very first time I had ever seen another man in person and wanted their naked body wrapped in mine. I didn't know what to do or how to react. I'm still so new to the whole idea. And this time, my desire was not to be the one giving my virgin body over to an older man to be used. 

This was the very first time I had ever felt the urge to be the dominant one. I wanted this man's beautiful naked frame perched up on all fours, bent over and begging to be pounded. I had never met him outside of the drive thru. I had no idea if he was even gay, but there was just something about him that sparked a newfound desire inside of me. Throughout the day it's been haunting me. I sit here in my desk at work holding myself back from either getting a load out in a bathroom stall or actually driving back there to talk to this kid. He was gorgeous. Like nothing I have ever seen before. With an accent that would make your heart melt and your cock as hard as ever. 

I fantasize about a scenario where he does turn out to be gay and not only that, but he's eager. He gives me his number on the back of a receipt with a note saying he's off in an hour. I come back, pick him up, take him to a motel after he anxiously gives me a little tease of road head on the way. 

We go inside, he throws me down on the bed and yanks down my pants with an effortless tug. Without wasting a second his lips are wrapped around my cock, which is already about to overflow. I can feel his tongue softly sliding up and down the shaft, making its way to the head before engulfing it entirely down his throat. 

He'd take it out only for a second to say "I want to make sure it's nice and wet to slide in more easily." And with a brief wink return to his desired duty. I'd do my best to resist a premature orgasm at the hands (and mouth) of this angel. After long, passionate oral service, my sweet Prince strips down nice and slowly for me revealing a mesh man-thong with a hole right over the center of the crack of his sculpted behind. 

He kisses my toes, then my leg, then my pelvis, then my chest, then my neck, and finally before reaching my lips, he seats his perfectly round little ass right over my upright cock and plunges it deep inside of him with a high pitched yelp, followed by a sighing moan of utter satisfaction. After several minutes of him gyrating his hips and bouncing those plump little butt cheeks up and down on my cock, I'd flip him right over, laying face down on the bed saying "so you like it rough, do you boy? Let me show you how to play rough." With that I'd hold down his wrists against the mattress firmly and thrust as far as my cock will go into his tight little hole, until I feel my pelvis pressing firmly against the cushioning of his ass. 

At that point Id take complete control and forcefully impale his tight man-hole as hard as I could, time and time again, while he'd let out moans and screams of uncontrollable pleasure until together, we release our loads at the exact same time: his thick black mamba filling the cloth of the tight-fitting little twink thong with a gush of pearly white nectar. Me sending what feels like a full pint of my cum coursing through his sweet rectum. After several more passionate love sessions in every position we could possibly think of, our two naked bodies glistening with sweat and cum would fall back into the bed. I'd wrap my arm around his shoulders and hold him close as we'd passionately make out until morning; our consistently erect penises never leaving the warmth and gentle caress of the other's soft touch. 

I can only hope my sweet Prince and I will be together someday, but at the risk of coming off like a total creep, I'll probably just keep my desires to myself like always...