The move to Maple Creek had been… an adjustment. For Jamal, leaving the vibrant, noisy, and undeniably Black embrace of his old neighborhood for the manicured lawns and hushed affluence of the suburbs felt less like an upgrade and more like an exile. His parents, beaming with the earnest conviction of people who believed in “better schools” and “safer streets,” saw a future he hadn’t asked for. But Jamal, with his easy smile and 6’2 frame of gleaming caramel muscle, was nothing if not adaptable.
He quickly became the Jamal. The cool, athletic Black kid, a novelty in a sea of sameness. His presence was a comfortable splash of color, and his natural charisma ensured he wasn't just tolerated, but embraced. He played football, he ran track, and then he met Cody.
“Dude, you gotta try wrestling,” Cody had insisted, clapping a hand on Jamal’s shoulder. “My dad, Tanner, he trains us. He’s a legend.
Jamal, ever open to new challenges, agreed. And that’s how he found himself in the high school gym, pulling on a stretchy singlet for the first time. The fabric, while designed for movement, did little to conceal the undeniable, almost impossibly large bulge that bloomed at his crotch. It was a feature Jamal had always been aware of, a source of both pride and occasional embarrassment, and it certainly didn't go unnoticed. Several of the other wrestlers, and especially Cody’s dad, Tanner, did a subtle double-take. Every time he executed a move, his wrestling singlet, tight and unforgiving, would strain across his powerful thighs and hips, highlighting a distinct, incredibly large and bulbous bulge that seemed to swell with every flex. Tanner noticed it immediately. The way Jamal’s athletic cup fought valiantly to contain the sheer volume, the almost hypnotic sway it had when he shifted his weight. Tanner, and indeed a few of the older, more observant parents and even some of the older students, couldn’t help but steal glances. But it was Tanner whose gaze lingered, a flicker of something unreadable in his sharp gaze. Cody, oblivious, just cheered Jamal on.
Tanner was a sight himself. A silver fox of 5’7, with a dense, muscular "Dady bod" – stocky and firm, built like a brick house, but with a surprising softness around his core that hinted at a life lived fully. His silver-blonde hair, close-cropped and neat, framed a face etched with the kind of wisdom only years on the mat could give. But it was his ass, encased in the tight wrestling singlet, that truly caught Jamal’s eye. It was plump, fat, and jiggly in a way that defied the rest of his rugged physique. Jamal had seen athletic guys, sure, and plenty of thick girls with big asses back home, but Tanner was… different. He tried to shrug it off, but a low thrum started in his loins, his dick twitching in silence.
From the first session, it was clear Jamal was a natural. His innate strength, agility, and quick learning curve put him head and shoulders above the other recruits. Within weeks, he wasn't just good; he was exceptional, surpassing even Cody. Tanner, a man who built champions, saw a diamond in the rough, a prodigy he hadn’t expected. He poured his focus into Jamal, his eyes gleaming with pride. “That’s it, son!” he’d bellow from the sidelines, his voice booming with approval. The “son” part started as an endearment, a sign of his growing mentorship, but soon it felt more like a truth. Tanner was filling a void Jamal hadn't realized he had, a strong, guiding male presence that felt… paternal, yet also something subtly more.
The public gym sessions eventually gave way to something more intimate. “Jamal, you’re on a different level now,” Tanner had said one evening, his hand resting firm on Jamal’s shoulder. “Cody and the others, they can’t push you anymore. You need bespoke training. Come to my place. I’ve got a wrestling pad set up in the basement.”
Tanner’s basement was a stark contrast to the bright gym. Dim lights, a thick wrestling mat laid out on the concrete floor, and the faint smell of old sweat and liniment created an intimate, almost primal space. It was here, during these private sessions, that the competitive energy morphed into something else entirely, something thicker, laced with a burgeoning attraction and a subtle undercurrent of loneliness and desire that both men were unknowingly harboring.
Their private lessons were intense, pushing Jamal to his limits, refining his technique, teaching him the subtle art of leverage and control. But as their bodies locked together, skin slick with sweat, something else began to unfurl beneath the surface. Jamal, a virgin to same-sex attraction, was finding himself in uncharted territory. He was straight, always had been, drawn to the powerful curves and vibrant energy of black women. But weeks without intimacy, a long, dry spell for an eighteen-year-old with a naturally high libido, had left him feeling acutely sensitive, his body yearning for release.
And then there was Tanner.
They drilled. They grappled. And as they did, Jamal noticed things. During the session, as Tanner demonstrated a new takedown, he found himself in a doggy-style position, ass high in the air, legs spread wide. His wrestling singlet, which had gripped his body like a second skin, couldn't conceal the truth. Tanner had a plump, jiggly ass – a big, soft, meaty white ass that swung and moved with surprising fluidity. Jamal climbed onto Tanner’s back, hands gripping his hips, feeling the soft of Tanner’s flesh beneath the tight fabric. Jamal grew hard. Very hard.
“Fuckkkkk,” Jamal whispered, the word escaping his lips without permission, a guttural sound of pure, unadulterated lust. He couldn’t believe how much Tanner’s ass was moving, jiggling with every small shift of weight. Tanner groaned, a low, pleased sound. He twisted his head back, his silver-blonde hair damp with sweat, eyes gleaming. “Yeah, son, you like that jiggle?” His deep country voice was laced with a husky sensuality Jamal hadn't heard before.
Now, a quiet had fallen, heavier than the competitive panting. Jamal felt a strange pull, a loneliness in his chest that echoed a desire he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. He watched Tanner, who, instead of resetting for another round, lay motionless and receptive.
Had enough, son?" Tanner's deep country voice rumbled, a playful taunt.
Jamal just shook his head, a low growl escaping his throat. "Never." Jamal found he couldn’t. Not yet. His dick, which had been merely hard, was now throbbing with frustration.
"Jamal?" Tanner's voice was softer this time, edged with a question. Tanner broke the gaze first, his eyes flicking down to Jamal’s hips, then lower, to the enormous, undeniable bulge beneath Jamal's singlet. A slow, knowing exhale escaped Tanner's lips. He wasn't surprised, Jamal realized. He'd known. Maybe he'd been hoping.
Jamal’s hands, still on Tanner’s waist, found their way lower, cupping the curves of that plump, jiggly ass through the thin fabric. He felt Tanner arch softly into his touch “Coach,” he whispered.
Tanner turned his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded, full of a hunger that mirrored Jamal’s own. He breathed, his voice husky, “show me what black cock can do.”
Tanner stretched, showcasing the powerful musculature beneath his damp t-shirt, and then, with a slow, deliberate grace, he reached for the hem of his singlet . Jamal’s breath hitched. He watched, mesmerized, as Tanner peeled off the fabric, revealing the sculpted power of his thighs, the tautness of his glutes, and then, the full, undeniable glory of his huge, white ass cheeks. They jiggled slightly as he moved, taut and full, a sight that made Jamal’s mouth go dry.
“Come here, son," Tanner purred, his voice dropping an octave, losing its playful edge and gaining a seductive weight. He adjusted, positioning himself on his knees on the mat, his back to Jamal, his plump cheeks spread slightly, revealing the soft, pink pucker of his hole, wet with a pre-emptive slickness. It was an invitation, raw and undeniable, a challenge that went beyond any wrestling match. Jamal found himself moving without conscious thought, his big cock, already straining against his singlet, throbbing with an urgency that obliterated all doubt. He knelt behind Tanner, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the warm, firm flesh of Tanner’s ass. A shiver ran through Tanner, a subtle tremor that Jamal felt deep in his own core.
“Easy now," Tanner murmured, his voice a low thrum that sent vibrations through Jamal. "No rush." Jamal took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes tracing the line of Tanner’s spine, the powerful curve of his back to the deep back dimples that rested above the white cheeks Jamal found himself craving.
Jamal’s big black member, freed from the confines of his own singlet, sprang out, engorged and glistening with a thick pearl of pre-cum. He leaned forward, pressing his face into the soft curve of Tanner’s shoulder, inhaling deeply. He could feel Tanner’s slight shudder, a nervous anticipation running through him.
"Spread them for me, Coach," Jamal murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Slowly, deliberately, Tanner’s hips shifted, his powerful thighs tensing as he eased his legs apart, presenting his ass more fully. The pink pucker of his asshole, tight yet enticing, winked at Jamal, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat and something else entirely. It was a sight that made Jamal’s stomach clench, his mind reeling with the sheer, raw beauty of it.
Without another thought, Jamal’s hands moved, parting Tanner’s cheeks, exposing the secret opening. He licked his lips, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Jamal’s grip tightened, his thumb digging into the valley between Tanner’s plump ass cheeks. “That ass moving like a plate of jello, Tanner,” he breathed, his voice thick, rough with desire. The air in the basement thickened, charged and heavy. His fingers, long and strong, probed gently, testing the warmth, the yielding softness. Tanner hissed, a sharp intake of breath.
He rubbed, a slow, deliberate friction, watching in the reflection of the polished floor how Tanner’s cheeks jiggled and spread with each movement.
A low, delighted giggle escaped Tanner’s lips, a sound of pure awe and pleasure that only intensified Jamal’s urgency. Those cheeks, they didn’t just jiggle; they seemed to respond to him, parting slightly, then coming back together, creating a wondrous friction. Jamal leaned in, his breath hot against Tanner’s ear. He pushed his hips harder, rubbing his bulging cock deeper into the valley between the magnificent cheeks, watching them ‘giggle’ and dance with his movements.
Then, with a possessive grunt, Jamal pushed the two cheeks firmly together, his hands pressing the soft flesh until they formed a tight, welcoming cushion around his straining cock. He began to pound, slow at first, then harder, using Tanner’s ass like a tit-wank, his cock plunging between the fleshy walls, slick with pre-cum seeping through his singlet. The sensation was incredible, a firm, warm embrace that promised exquisite release.
“This how you fuck them black girls, boy?” Tanner’s deep, country voice was a low growl, laced with pleasure and a hint of taunting challenge.
All Jamal could do was moan, a raw, needy sound that vibrated through Tanner’s body. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think beyond the incredible sensation of Tanner’s ass pressed around him, squeezing, yielding, teasing.
“Yeah,” Tanner urged, his voice thick with desire. “Show me what young black cock can do, son.”
That was all the encouragement Jamal needed. He let go, pouring all his pent-up desire into each thrust, pounding harder, faster, his hips slamming into Tanner’s yielding ass. The sound was wet, fleshy, and intoxicating. He was on the verge, the glorious, burning edge, when a sudden, primal instinct kicked in. He stopped, mid-thrust, bracing himself, biting back a groan as he fought to prevent cumming, to prolong this exquisite torture. He wanted to erupt, to empty himself onto this incredible ass, but something in Tanner’s words, in the predatory glint in his eyes, told him this was just the beginning.
Tanner, sensing Jamal’s pause, let out a satisfied sigh. He slowly straightened up, turning to face Jamal, his eyes gleaming. “Now,” he said, his voice a low, throaty rumble, “it’s my turn to tease.”
Before Jamal could fully process, Tanner had twisted, rolling them over, and in one fluid movement, had himself positioned with Jamal lying on his back, then, Jamal gaining his new perspective, now face to face with the most magnificent, plump ass he had ever seen. Pink, tight, and inviting. Jamal’s breath hitched. Tanner didn’t hesitate. He spread those glorious cheeks, exposing his glistening, eager pink hole allowing Jamal to take it in. He etched forward down the boys chest and abs. He reached out, a gentle but firm hand curling around the thick shaft of Jamal’s pulsing cock, which was already straining and glistening with pre-cum that seeped. Jamal’s cock sprung into even more life when he saw Cody’s dad’s grizzly, white hands grab his dark, pulsing, precious tool.
Tanner looked over his shoulder, back at Jamal, a tantalizing grin playing on his lips. He let his fingers trail the length of Jamal's erection, gathering the glistening white daddy pussy juice that already coated it. “You ready for the ride of your life, boy?” he teased, his voice a low, teasing growl.
He leaned forward, his big, white ass cheeks hovering directly over Jamal's rigid cock, the fleshy mound slowly descending, then teasingly lifting, not quite making contact, just brushing the tip. Jamal groaned, a deep, frustrated sound that vibrated through the mat.
“You want daddy pussy?” Tanner purred, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jamal nodded eagerly, his head tossing from side to side, desperate. He couldn’t help it. His hands shot up, grasping Tanner’s plump, jiggly ass, trying to pull him down, to sink deep inside that promised wetness. But with agonising slowness, Tanner slowly impaled himself on Jamal's lengthy cock resisting Jamal’s pull, his pussy gaping open in a way Jamal had never seen before, letting out a fat wet fart as he reached the thick dark base. As he intimately rode up and down, Tanner's menacing grin revealed a glimpse of his own desire.
“That’s it, son,” he whispered, his voice husky. “You fit just right.”
SLAM! Tanner’s eyes locked with Jamal’s, a wicked glint in their depths. “Mmm, black cock feels good, boy.”
Jamal’s body tensed, a desperate groan catching in his throat. He couldn’t believe how much Tanner’s ass was moving, a mesmerizing, rhythmic dance that was rapidly stealing his breath. “Fuckkkkk,” he whispered, barely audible.
SLAM! Tanner’s ass dropped, hard and deep, creamy juice splattered across Jamal’s hip. The intense pressure made Jamal arch his back, his body screaming for release, yet also begging for more of this exquisite torment. “I’m going to Daddy Pussy drop on you until you’re ready to shoot,” Tanner growled, his voice a low, primal rumble.
SLAM! This time, the wetness splattered across Jamal’s chest. Tanner leaned back, his face close, his breath hot on Jamal’s ear. “White man pussy the best, ain’t it?” he whispered, the question laced with a predatory satisfaction as he ground his hips into the poor boy.
Jamal’s eyes were unfocused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was speechless, completely consumed by the sight of his friend's dad riding him, on the verge of cumming. Each stroke was a step closer to oblivion.
“Ahhhhh yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about, son. Let’s get this party started.”
“Fuckkkk what the actual fuck,” he whispered, a guttural sound of disbelief and raw arousal escaping him. He watched, mesmerized, as his best friends dad’s entire body seemed to shift and align, the thick, fleshy lips of his ass parting just enough to guide Jamal’s hard length.
SLAM! A gushy, wet "phhhwop!" sound echoed from where their bodies connected, a sweet, earthy "pussy fart" that was somehow unbelievably hot, confirming just how deep and wet Tanner was getting. The sheer suction, the way Tanner's ass swallowed him whole, was driving Jamal wild.
SLAM! A warm, wet splatter landed on Jamal’s caramel-skinned abs, making him arch his back as the sensation of Tanner’s heavy, wet ass grinding on him intensified. He could feel the stretched lips trace his engorged shaft, the fullness, the pure, unadulterated pleasure.
SLAM! Another splash, larger this time, hit Jamal’s chest, a creamy streak just above his sternum. It was hot, slick, and utterly intoxicating. Jamal was being completely consumed, milked by Tanner’s powerful, rhythmic thrusts.
SLAM! The next drop of warm, creamy juice landed high on Jamal’s shoulder. His body convulsed, a moan ripping from his throat. “Oh shit, you milking my shit. Oh shit. Argh fuck me. I’m finna nut. I’m fucking ’bout to nutt!” he yelled, the words torn from his lungs.
Tanner looked back, a hungry, deep grunt escaping him. “Oh yeah? Black cock ready to quit already? Huh?” He paused at the top of a stroke, eyes narrowed, challenging. Then, with a fierce smile, he slammed down repeatedly, the force sending a fresh splatter across Jamal’s neck. “Breed this cummy pussy then. Yeah, son. Breed it raw, boy. Give me that black cock juice.”
The command, the sheer intensity in Tanner’s voice, broke Jamal’s defenses. He surged up, bucking into Tanner’s rhythm, his own hips slamming upwards with a force he hadn’t known he possessed.
“OH I’M CUMMING! IT’S COMING! I’M NUTTING IN DADDY PUSSY!” Jamal roared, his voice hoarse, guttural, as his big cock pulsed and emptied deep inside Tanner.
Tanner let out a deep, satisfied moan, a sound that vibrated through Jamal’s still-sensitive cock. Tanner, ever the tease, raised slightly again, and a clump of cum sprayed out, landing on Jamal’s thick bush of pubes. Jamal watched, his mouth and eyes opened wide, his breath hitched, utterly captivated by the sight.
Finally, Tanner came completely off, the sensation of being vacated leaving Jamal momentarily bereft, but still buzzing with residual pleasure. Tanner then shifted, leaning forward to view his conquest, and through his own spread legs, now upside down relative to Jamal’s prone body, he watched Jamal. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them – one of profound connection, of raw vulnerability, and of triumphant satisfaction.
Tanner perfectly position, one hand tightly gripping the young black cock and the other spreading his cheeks wider, began to push the rest of the young black boy’s seed out. Tanner smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips. "Look what white daddy pussy can do, son."
Jamal could only nod, a dizzying mix of awe, exhaustion, and intense longing swirling within him. His gaze reverted, almost compelled, to Tanner’s used, now-pinker hole, still glistening with his seed.
Tanner sighed contentedly, then, with a grunt, began to push. Jamal watched, fascinated and slightly horrified, as the rest of his young black seed began its journey out. A soft fart escaped Tanner, followed by a splutter of cum that landed on Jamal’s dick, warm and slick, flowing down his shaft. Tanner pushed again, his face a mask of slight effort, and a second, larger clump poured out, thick and white. He pushed a third time, a final effort, and another gush of cum flowed, joining the growing puddle in Jamal’s pubes.
Jamal slumped back, utterly exhausted, drained, his life essence diminished by the intensity of the experience. He felt hollowed out, yet paradoxically, completely fulfilled.
Tanner, however, seemed more vibrant than ever. He got up, his movements fluid and unburdened, and effortlessly pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts. He looked down at Jamal, a warm, soft smile on his lips.
“Come on, son, up you get," Tanner said, his voice back to its deep, country comfort, but with an undeniable hint of something more intimate. "Wife will be home soon." He winked, a playful glint in his eye. "Don't worry, though. You did dad proud today. Why don't we say we have another private session in my bedroom? The wife's away ;)"
Before Jamal could fully process the invitation, the implication, the sheer audacity and tenderness of it, Tanner was already ushering him towards the door. Jamal, still dazed, fumbled with his clothes, pulling on his shorts and shirt as he was gently but firmly escorted out of the house.
He found himself standing on Tanner’s porch, the evening breeze cool against his still-flushed skin. The door clicked shut behind him. He was a confused ball of emotions – satisfaction, embarrassment, longing, and a strange, burgeoning love. He wanted to savor the moment, to relive every thrust, every moan, every word, but he was already outside, the warmth of Tanner's home, the embrace of his 'daddy pussy', receding behind a closed door. Already, he missed it. He missed him. The competitive energy, the burgeoning attraction, the loneliness and desire, had culminated in something that had irrevocably altered him. And he knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that he would be back for that private session. Soon.
