The Legend Returns

It was late Saturday night, well more like early Sunday morning, and I was at the bar sipping a straight whiskey. I was good-looking for a man who’d just turned forty-one, as I kept myself in shape with regular sessions at the gym and walks around the park. Atlanta was the Black Gay Mecca, after all, so it paid to stay in shape, especially if one was single.

“Hey, handsome,” the voice chimed. I turned and smiled. He was a fresh-faced youngin’. Maybe twenty-three, if that old, and fresh out of college, no doubt. He had smooth chocolate skin and was slightly effeminate but that was what I typically liked in the men I was about to fuck.

“Hey, yourself. Having a good night?” I replied, turning in my seat to face him.

“It would be even better if I got a piece of you, daddy,” he smirked, then licked those full sexy lips of his.

Damn! I was hard already, and showed him, spreading my legs to reveal the swollen snake along my thigh.

“Shit! That’s a big-ass dick!” he exclaimed, then reached out to fondle. I moaned as he massaged the length of my dick and forced a pearl of precum to ooze from the head; creating a wet-spot in the fabric.

“And no underwear too? You lookin’ to bust down my walls tonight, huh?”

“You know it! Think you can handle my legendary dick?” I asked.

“Legendary? It sure looks like it. My name’s Shaun, by the way.”

“Henderson.”

“Henderson? Why does that, wait! The Henderson? With the legendary. . .?” he asked, looking down at the big dick he was kneading.

“The one and only,” I chuckled.

And to think that only six months ago, I had been an assistant pastor at a mid-sized church just outside of Atlanta. Of course, my life in the Black Gay Mecca hadn’t started out like that. I had come down from Maryland along with my two best friends, Winston and Desmond, with the dream of living free in the big southern city, away from our small-minded families. It had been good, living it up in my twenties, getting in trouble along the way but having a grand ole time. Plus, it helped that my dick was already legendary in our neck of the DMV. It took only a few encounters in Atlanta for the word to spread. Bottoms, and even a few tops, came begging for my legendary inches.

* * * * *

“But that was a lifetime ago, Des,” I replied to my best friend, Desmond, as we sat, the three of us--Winston, Desmond and I--in the church I helped to manage.

“Ten years, actually,” Des countered, weaving his head like a bobble on a stick. He’d always been the effeminate one in our trio; sassy and loud with his opinions; which were always very strong, even if he was wrong. “Hardly a lifetime.”

“Well, it feels like it,” I chuckled.

“You know, you seem happier since you became a pastor and a Christian,” Winston interjected. He was masculine, hell even more so than me. He was a light-skinned kat, built like a brickhouse from a childhood & adolescence of his dad forcing him to play football in order to “run the faggot” out of him. Needless to say, that crap hadn’t worked.

“Thanks, Winny. You always got my back when it comes to this,” I said, looking meaningfully at Des, who huffed.

“Whatever, Henny. Listen, I’m just glad you’re happy and all but I just think you can’t deny your true self for the rest of your life. You’re a gay man! What good is church gonna do you?”

“Yeah, I’m gay,” I began, “but that doesn’t mean I have to be out in the streets like you two. My days of smashing ass and drug-fueled parties are long done with. I’m happy to be celibate, and I only look ever-so-often but I don’t touch.”

“What do you mean, you two?” Des retorted, holding up his left hand with the gold band around his finger. “I am a happily married wife, remember?”

“Ah yeah! Almost forgot that you and Jason tied the knot. Three years now, right?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Des chimed, a huge grin on his face. “And I’m enjoying every moment. It’s only this boy here who’s still running the streets,” he added, thumbing toward Winston. He chuckled.

“Yeah, guilty as charged, but I’m loving it too. You know how many men want a muscle bottom like me nowadays? My asshole is in high demand and I intend to cash in.”

“I know. I caught a glimpse of your debut Solo Fanatics video, getting your hole banged out by that big-dicked youngin’, what was his name again?”

“Bull Da Destroya,” Winston replied. “And yes, he wrecked my hole but it felt so good! But that means you are still in the community?”

“No, no! I only imbibe in porn every once in a while, when I really need to get off,” I assured him.

“And how often is that?” Desmond asked.

“Every few months. Last year I only watched porn about four times.”

“Oh hell no! Sorry, house of the Lord and all that,” Des apologized.

“It’s fine,” I said. “It’s been good seeing you boys again after all this time but I gotta finish prepping for tomorrow morning’s service. Tell Jason I said hi, Des. And Winston, please be careful who you hook up with in your new career. You might still be hot but remember, we’re all pushing past the big four-oh this year.”

“We’re all hot!” Des corrected. “My husband loves my body. Besides, I’m sure some horny young guys hit on you too, Mr. Assistant Pastor.”

“Yeah, they string the bait but I never bite.”

“If you say so,” Des shrugged.

He and Winston left, and I was alone again. I continued tidying and placing down the hymn and prayer books when the door opened. I looked up to see it was Jabriel. He was a young man of twenty-five who had been attending our church for just under a year, along with his girlfriend. He’d been a gang member in his teenage years but had turned his life around, and he’d said that church was just one more step in the right direction. I checked my watch and saw it was after eight pm.

“Kind of late to be coming to church on a Saturday night, Jabriel,” I said, greeting him with a handshake.

“Ah, yeah. I just came because I hoped you’d be here. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure, sure. Want to sit and talk about it?”

“Nah, lemme help you get things ready then we can chat.”

I couldn’t say I minded Jabriel’s company. He was a handsome young man: au natural dark-chocolate goodness, with hard sculpted muscles from hours in the gym. While he came to church immaculately dressed, he still wore his street clothes like a gangster: sagging his pants below his ass and showing off a bright orange boxer-brief. His cakes were big round bubbles that made my dick swell but I shook my head and continued, looking away from those delectable buns. Plus, Jabriel was straight, so there was nothing going on there, anyways.

“So what is it you wanted to talk about?” I asked again, as we faced each other at the base of the dais.

“OK, I’ll just say it. Word on the street is, you got a legend between your legs.”

I was in shock but the smirk curling his lips was undeniable.

“W-Wait! B-But. . .you’re straight,” I stuttered.

“I consider myself to be but I dabble, from time to time. I like older men with big-ass dicks. So, you down or what?”

“You’re on the DL?” I was still in shock. Not because I had never encountered a down-low brotha before but rather, because I had never gotten any gay vibes from Jabriel before. I had never even suspected. Perhaps ten years in the cloth had broken my gaydar?

Rather than answer my question, he pinned me against the dais and kissed me. A part of me wanted to slap him but another part of me was on fire, all of a sudden. It was like something sleeping had just awakened and it surged through me like nothing I’d ever felt. I felt hot. My chest thumped and my nipples were stiff against the inside of my shirt. My cock was raging hard and I kissed him back. I sucked on his full lips and then his proffered tongue. He was taller than me by a bit but I took control, just like I used to.

I grabbed the back of his head and applied pressure as I broke our kiss and he sank to his knees by instinct, a huge grin on his face as he looked up at me then opened my trousers. My big-ass dick sprung free; a rabid drooling predator, long and thick with a slight downward curve. Jabriel wasted no time getting my dick wet. The curve in my shaft fit his throat perfectly and I was soon groaning like I never had before; loud and unrestrained.

I gripped the decoratively carved railing that encircled the raised platform of the front dais and altar, leaning against it as my dick was sucked by an obvious expert. Jabriel’s nose was buried in my pubes more than ninety percent of the time while he slobbered and drooled thick frothy spit down my balls. It was quite the visual: the big muscular ex-thug slobbing my giant chocolate knob like so many fem bottoms had done in the past. I craned my head back and groaned, shuddering and bucking with delight as pure pleasure surged through my body.

“Fuck!” I cussed, unable to refrain, even in the Lord’s house. The front of my trousers was wet and a puddle of spit had formed between my feet. Jabriel was still hungrily sucking me when I pulled his face from my crotch and kissed him, hard on the lips. I sucked on his tongue then forced mine down his throat. He gurgled but composed himself and suckled nice and sweet on it.

“Bend over,” I growled.

His ass was fucking perfect! Two round dark-chocolate globes, smooth and firm. I knelt and parted them, exposing the perfectly clean-shaven fleshy pucker. Clearly, Jabriel got fucked with regularity. I took the plunge, burying my face between his perfect cheeks and my tongue up his winking hole.

“Oh fuck!” he barked. “Oh fuck yeah! Eat that ass, Pastor! Fuck!”

I ate him alright. I spread his buns further apart and slobbered on his chute. I pushed my tongue in hard and he gasped, rising up on his toes but I held his waist, pulling him onto my tongue. I sucked on his pouted anal lips and he moaned his pleasure. My massive dick was so fucking hard, and drooling precum profusely. I stood and kissed my leaky cockhead to his hole, rubbing the pinkish dome over his ebony-black flesh.

I pushed in and he grunted. I withdrew then pushed in, a few inches more. He yelped, and I grabbed the plastic squeeze bottle of olive oil we used for anointing, and squirted some over our union. I pushed in again, and he moaned.

His ass felt. . .amazing!

I gasped as I bottomed out in his flexing tunnel. It was silky and hot, and the anal ring gripped the base of my cock like a fucking vice! I held his waist tight as I pushed and pulled, drawing my shaft back then plunging forward; spearing him on my pole. I continued the slow sawing until his tight tunnel loosened up. Then, I started to really fuck him.

“Ugh! Shit! Oh shit! Damn!” he hummed, as I got into a nice steady rhythm. “Oooohhh! Fuck me, Pastor! Yeah, just like that! Fuck me!”

“Mmm hm! Keep flexing your hole, boy. . .Yeah, that’s it! Oh fuck! Ohhhh-hooooh fuck!” I growled.

My body reacted to the pleasure it had been denied for so long. His was the first asshole I’d fucked in a decade, and I was loving it! I pounded into his hot steamy guts. I savored the silky flesh caressing my dick, and relished his moans as I fucked him harder; clapping my v-cut waist to his round bubble buns. Bubble buns which perfectly framed my massive cock slithering in and out between them. That did it! With a howl of triumph, I slammed in deep and unleashed wave after wave of pent-up semen, lust, longing and sexual frustration; all of which I hadn’t been able to admit to myself. I had missed it: fucking another man’s ass, taking him rough, and breeding his guts like there was no tomorrow.

I stayed deep inside Jabriel for a long time, just savoring the moment. When I pulled free, I was still hard and the ex-gangbanger sank to his knees and took me into his mouth again, then his throat, polishing my dick clean. Of course, we agreed not to tell anyone. It would be our secret but I knew better than to get close to down-low men. I’d been burned in the past, and I hadn’t been a man of note and responsibility back then. Desmond had been right, and after what I’d done--and where--there was no going back nor acting like it hadn’t just happened. After service that Sunday morning, I resigned my post and left the church.

* * * * *

“Damn! That’s quite the journey you’ve been on,” Shaun noted, still kneading my raging dick through my pants.

“Yeah, but that’s the past. Right now, I want you. So how ‘bout I take you back to my place, and show you what this legendary dick can do.”