Taking It to the Hole

Anxious to get to both of those tasks, he said, "Which of those things would you prefer I do first?" Flex's dick jumped at those words, his mind reeling with all the erotic possibilities.

Flex grabbed his dick at the base, tapping the head against Ernesto's lips, teasing him. His instructions were clear. "Suck my dick."

Not needing any more of an invitation, Ernesto set about his task. He replaced Flex's hand with his own and started stroking it, using massage techniques to stimulate spots that would make Michelangelo's David squirm. Using his tongue, he began softly licking the head, swirling it around and flicking it gently at the hole. Flex moved his hands down to Ernesto's head, but not to face fuck him or force him down on his swollen member, but to hold his hair out of the way in order to see the expert job he was doing. He licked up and down the sides, getting the shaft wet, running his tongue over every vein. Flex couldn't help but show his appreciation by moaning. Lowering his mouth on that beautiful column of flesh, he took just half of it in his mouth. He started sucking it like a baby would suck a nipple making sure to grip the base of the cock firmly in his hand. He took his tongue and started swirling it around the head and shaft and increasing the suction on his sucking. Moving his hand away, he started bobbing up and down on the cock, taking it further and further into his mouth each time. He was getting it wetter and wetter, taking the head to the back of his throat. Flex could do nothing but grip the sheets for dear life and moan, "Holy fuck, damn, shit, that's some good shit. Oh my god that feels so good."

Just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, Ernesto relaxed his throat muscles and let the head of Flex's thick cock go several inches down. His lips could feel the tickle of his hair so he knew he had accomplished his mission of taking his full length. Then, he decided to perform his magic, he started bobbing up and down, from the head to the base, taking him deep in his throat every time. Spit was dripping down his balls and Flex was breathing so hard he thought he might hyperventilate.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. I can't take much more of that. Damn, where did you . . . oh shit, you are going to make me cum before the party even starts." Flex sat up a little bit and the look of sheer panic on Ernesto's face was evident. "Hey, what's wrong? What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"I just wanted to make you feel good, that's all." What he really wanted to say was, "I am used to guys using my mouth as many times as they want and I feel like I've failed if I didn't make you cum."

"You did make me feel good. Too good in fact, that was incredible. I just didn't want to nut too soon. I like to make things last, go slow, you know." He leaned over and kissed Ernesto again, as gently and as tenderly as before. Flex lay down on the bed, pulling Ernesto on top of him. Their kissing became more urgent, more passionate. Their tongues and lips were sucking and licking, their dicks were sensually rubbing against one another. Flex was caressing his hands along Ernesto's spine, grabbing his ass, spreading his cheeks and teasing his hole with his fingertips.

Ready to take things to the next level, Ernesto said, "I want to feel your big cock in my pussy. Fuck me." Quickly repositioning himself, he crawled to the foot of the bed, got on his knees, and looked back over his shoulder and said in a lust-filled daze, "Fuck me." He gripped the frame of the futon tightly, prepared to get his asshole savagely fucked but what he felt was entirely different than the searing pain/pleasure he was anxiously anticipating. "Nooo," he hollered out.

Flex had repositioned himself as well. He was laying between Ernesto's thighs underneath him and sucking his dick. He wrapped his arms around Ernesto's back and held him in place while he delivered some equally spectacular head to his new lover. Try as he might, Ernesto could not pull away and he felt his body succumb to the oral pleasures he was receiving. "No, no, no, no," was all he could say. He thought to himself, "Can't he tell that I'm a bottom, whose only use and purpose is to serve and please?" Flex was fucking with the entire fabric of the universe. Ernesto got his pleasure, alone, in the solitude of his bed in shame and in silence, long after the sexual experience was over, reliving it in his mind, jerking off to how he had pleased his lover, how he had been the perfect bottom, never expecting any pleasure whatsoever. Flex couldn't hear any of that internal dialogue, all he was doing was focusing on tasting Ernesto's dripping precum and returning the sensual favor.

The roles had changed again, this time with Ernesto trying to change the direction of things. He was able to pull away and this time he lay back on the bed and spread his legs, holding them up and pleading with his new lover to be fucked. "Ram that big dick in my pussy, fuck me hard. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Come on, daddy, I need it so bad. Pound that meat in my slutty asshole and make me beg for more. I'll be your little whore daddy. Spit on that hole and make it nice and wet and shove that fucker in me and make it hurt."

What happened next sent a chill of panic and pleasure through Ernesto's body. Before he could realize what was happening, he felt the soft, gentle tongue of Flex exploring his hole, kissing it, licking it, tongue fucking it. He'd never felt that sensation before in his life. He grabbed his knees and pulled them closer to his chest, exposing his hole even more. All he could feel was the warm, wet sensation of that probing tongue and while his head wanted to say, "Stop." His mouth was saying, "Oh shit, that feels so fucking good, don't you dare stop." As many times as he'd rimmed his lovers before, he never imagined that being on the receiving end could feel so damned sexy.

Flex, inspired by his lover's words, didn't disappoint. He licked and sucked and tongue fucked that hole, making it wet and ready. He got on his knees and aimed his bloated dick at that sexy hole. He teased it, teased him, but rubbing his head on that hole. Just before he pushed it in, he leaned down and whispered in Ernesto's ear, "I want you so fucking bad." They kissed again and Ernesto felt the head of Flex's cock enter him. It was slow, steady, calculated and giving him pleasure in every cell of his fucking body. They were grunting and sweating again as the pace was slow and agonizingly sensual. Ernesto was being made love to and he knew it. He used his fingertips to softly explore Flex's body while the two worked out a rhythm. Flex stroked, Ernesto squeezed, they fucked each other like gorgeous wild animals. The pounding became more intense, the stroking harder, deeper. Their moans grew wilder and their kissing more frenzied.

Flex pulled out and replaced his dick with his mouth, tonguing out that gaping, well-fucked hole. Ernesto made a sound that couldn't be described. It was the singular most erotic, nasty, sensual feeling he'd had in his life. He grabbed his cock and started pounding it furiously, ready to spew his load then and there. Flex had other plans. Grabbing the bottle of massage oil, he flipped the top open and poured it on Ernesto's prick. Ernesto held his breath, almost sure he knew what was going to happen next but terrified to think about it.

Flex moved into position and straddled his body. He could feel his cock rubbing between those full, round ass cheeks. In that moment, in his mind, Ernesto outted himself. He knew that he could no longer remain in the closet; he realized that he has handicapped himself by not being able to love whomever he wanted freely. He knew that he could not keep his secret any longer to anyone. In the darkness of his self imposed closet, he was a submissive bottom. In the light of his sexual freedom, he was a man who loved other men. His revelation was distracted by the feel of his cock penetrating Flex's tight asshole. He felt the ring of his ass gripping every millimeter of his erection, squeezing it. He looked up to see a look of sheer pleasure and bliss on Flex's face, unencumbered by roles of top or bottom, just expressing his sexuality freely and genuinely.

With his ass settled down on Ernesto's body, Flex started grinding and winding his ass, using his ass muscles to work that hot dick. Ernesto grabbed his hips and started thrusting, fucking him back, working his dick in harder, trying to go deeper. Flex started bouncing up and down on his dick, riding him hard. The look on his face was one of pure bliss. Ernesto shut his eyes and got lost in the sensation, "Oh Flex, I love . . . this, I love this." He really wanted to say I love you. It was as if every fiber of his being wanted to profess his love for the man who was giving him pleasure in ways he'd never imagined.

Flex leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I love you too." Both of them knew it was the lust talking, both of them knew intellectually that it couldn't be love based on a couple of hours. Both of them knew that there was a connection there that would last well past a one night stand or casual sex as well.

Using his muscular arms, Ernesto flipped Flex over and placed him on his knees. Flex looked back and said, "Fuck me, ram that dick in me." They both groaned as Ernesto pushed the entire length of his cock in that hot hole and started pounding away. It was pure, unbridled, sensuous fucking. He gripped that brown flesh and pulled him closer, he could see the contrast in skin color, the way Flex's asshole would grip his cock as he slid in and out, faster, harder, deeper, faster still, harder, using every muscle in his body to give pleasure. He was hitting that hot spot, making Flex moan like a little bitch. The way his cock felt, surrounded by that hot, tight ring, he was cursing in a string of Italian and English and what seemed like another primal language only understood by lovers.

He could feel the cum about to explode from his cock. He began pistoning his cock in and out, harder than he thought he was capable of doing. Flex was taking it all and begging for more. He crushed Flex beneath him and used his ass to pump and pound, His fingers intertwined with Flex as he unloaded his cum deep inside him.

Six months later, Flex and Ernesto stood as a testament to true interracial gay love. They didn't flaunt their sexuality but they certainly didn't hide it either. All of his friends in Brooklyn disowned him, wouldn't speak to him again. They would have been a little more tolerant of the idea if Flex hadn't been Black but they couldn't get it out of their minds that their friend, their paesano, was the bitch to a black guy. It was beyond their comprehension that the two were far more than top and bottom, they were reciprocal, versatile lovers with no roles or labels.