First Time Blackbyoverseas©
This is my third story. Writing these has almost become an addiction. Your comments are very welcome.
I had heard of him through a friend. He was supposed to be this great guy with an incredible black body. I got his telephone number from the friend and called him up.
"Hello," he answered.
"My name is Austin, is this William?" I questioned.
"Yes, are you the friend of John's I keep hearing about?" he queried.
"Yes," I answered.
"What's up?" he continued.
"I understand that you are 'open-minded' and that we might have some mutual interests," I said.
The conversation went on for several minutes, getting to know one another. As we became more comfortable, the conversation drifted to sex. William was gay and I was just beginning to experiment with men. Much of what we discussed related to our desires. The conversation concluded with an agreement to meet and directions to my home.
Saturday night was our scheduled rendezvous. I was very excited. I had never seen William, but I had heard his body was incredible, William was to be my first black man. The doorbell rang, he had arrived on time. I answered the door and saw William for the first time; he was beautiful, about 6'1", maybe 190 pounds of lean muscle. His skin was a gorgeous chocolate shade. I was excited about the coming evening. "Hi, come on in," I stated. "Would you like something to drink?" I continued.
"A vodka with orange would be great," he said. I mixed his drink and made a bourbon and water for myself. He said, "Would you mind if I took a shower, I just came from the gym."
"Of course, let me get you a towel and show you the way." I answered.
I found William a thick, white towel and directed him to the shower. We chatted as he undressed. "Would you mind if I watched you as you shower?" I asked.
He sort of laughed and said, "OK, I might like that."
He removed his clothes and adjusted the water. My friend was right; William did have an amazing body. The shower had glass walls and door allowing me a full view. He slowly soaped himself. I noticed that his cock was fully erect; this was exciting him too. He got out of the shower, dried and put on fresh boxer briefs. I told him to leave his shirt off. He had full pecs and tight abs. I stripped down to my shorts so as to make him more comfortable. We went to the living room and sat on the sofa, sipping our drinks.
"So, what do you think will happen this evening?" he queried.
"I'm not sure, but I would like to tell you that I'm very dominant, are you up for that?" I asked.
"I've never played the submissive, but I'm willing to try." he said.
"Good." I simply said.
We went to my bedroom. "Come here please," I stated. He came to me, both of us standing. I directed him to his knees then bent down and whispered, "I know you are larger and stronger than me, but if you follow my lead, we can have amazing sex." I am about 5'11", 175 pounds, slim with olive skin and blue eyes.
His hair was cut short, tight to his head. I caressed his scalp with my palms. I had never felt a black man's hair before, the texture felt wonderful. "Close your eyes please." He complied and I bent down to kiss him. We kissed for a very long time; it was an amazing experience. Our tongues danced, we traded saliva.
"I have never been submissive, but this is making me crazy," he said.
I held his throat and went for a second kiss. Holding his throat tightly seemed to excite us both. By now my cock was rock-hard. I pulled away from the kiss and pulled his face to my briefs. My cock was at an angle, fully outlined through the briefs. "Suck," I said. He began to suck me through the cotton, my briefs getting wet with his saliva. "Put your hands on your knees," I added. He complied and I pulled down my briefs. I stroked my cock for him to see. I have been very lucky; my cock is long, thick and supposedly attractive. His mouth was wide open. I eased my cock partially in, only allowing him the head to suck. "Do you want more?" I asked. He grunted yes through his full mouth. I held the front of his throat with one hand, the back of his head with the other and fed him the full length of my cock. I could feel him gag when I pressed further in. I began to face fuck him in earnest. I noticed he was stroking himself as he sucked me. I said, "Do not even think of cuming, we have a very long night ahead."
I stood him up and guided him to a nearby wall. I pressed his nude back against the wall. It must have been cold because he jumped when he made contact. I pressed my body to his and we began to stroke one another. It was very hot. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling with lust.
"I want to use you tonight, are you cool with that?" I asked.
"Yes, being dominated is the most exciting thing I've ever done. I want more please," he said.
"Get on the bed, face up," I said. He did so and I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him to the edge of the bed, letting his head hang down. His mouth naturally opened and I slid my cock into it. I began to fuck that beautiful black face. I reached in front of me and stroked his cock. I bent forward and took his thick black cock into my mouth. We slowly sucked one another, our passion building.
I pulled free and got on the bed with him. Sitting with my back to the wall, I told him to bend down and suck me. He went as deep as he possibly could, his gag reflex occasionally kicking in. I sucked my own fingers, getting them wet with saliva. I leaned forward and guided the wet fingers into his ass. I slipped two in with ease. When he gagged on my cock, I could feel his sphincter contract. We stayed in that position for a long time. He was becoming addicted to my cock. I was getting close to cuming, but it was too soon. "Let's take a break," I said.
He hung his mouth open, "Are you sure, I want some more of your cock."
"Yes, just for a bit." I answered.
We sipped our drinks and slowly stroked our respective cocks. "So, how do you like being dominated?" I asked.
"I've never even fantasized about it, but it's amazing. I think you've shown me a new part of my life," he answered.
"It can be good; especially if both partners know limits and just let go. You know I'll never really hurt you, but I may want to give you a little pain," I said.
"Pain? How much?"
"Maybe some spanking, some slapping."
"God, just talking about it makes me hard; I want to try it."
"Good. Put your drink down and then bend over on the bed," I said. He did as I asked. He had such low body fat that I could actually see the fibers of his muscles in his taught black ass cheeks. First I got some lotion for the nightstand. I had learned that a thin layer of lotion would cause the spanking to be much sharper. I applied some of it to his ass, it glistened in the dim light. I gripped the back of his neck with my left hand, pushing his face into the bed. With my right hand, I smacked both cheeks. He jumped with each smack. "Is it good?" I asked.
"Yes, more please. I can't believe a 'straight' guy is showing me something about sex." I hit him again, several hard flat slaps. His ass and my hand were getting warm. "God that's good," he said.
I pushed him around so his ass was now facing directly towards me. "Spread you knees," I directed. He did so and his dark hole became more exposed. I leaned forward and began to wash the ring with my tongue. His face was in his hands, yet I could hear him moan. His asshole began to twitch with each lap. "Can I fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes, I really want you to."
I found some lube and applied it liberally to my cock. I placed the tip at his entrance. I gripped his hip with one hand then drove into him. He arched his back in response. When I was fully deep into him, I reached my left arm around his throat, pulling his body to mine. He twisted his head so that we could kiss. I held him like that; making slow, short strokes in his ass.
I reached around and gripped his hard cock. I slid my hand to the base of it and squeezed hard; the end filling with blood. He pulled away from the kiss and moaned, "I have never wanted anyone like this before. Use me, use me."
I slipped my cock from his ass and guided him to his back. I pushed his knees apart and back. He willing complied with my every move. I added more lube to my cock and again entered him. I knelt down to kiss him. He was holding his knees back and I crushed my chest to his. We kissed for what seemed like hours. I pushed myself up and began to fuck him, hard. He was stroking his cock as I fucked away. I knew he was close, so I increased my speed; long deep strokes. His head was back, his eyes closed. Suddenly he shot ropes of hot cum up his tight chest. This set me off and I pulled out and finished myself, spewing my own hot cum into the puddle on his chest. I collapsed onto him, a layer of sticky cum between us. He held my face in his hands and kissed me like a lover. "Thank you, thank you," he sighed.
We rested. When we awoke, I said, "In the bathroom you'll find a facecloth. Soak it in hot water and come back to clean us up." He did as asked and lovingly cleaned his chest and mine.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked. "I've never been a bottom, but I want this more than anything before," he continued.
"Make me hard again," I told him. I lie down on the bead while he stood near me. He bent down and took my soft cock in his mouth. He slowly sucked me. I could feel his tongue swirling around my cock. It grew hard in his mouth, the volume doubling, then tripling. Soon he crawled on the bed and began to service me; sucking me, stroking my shaven balls.
He grabbed my hips and asked me to turn around. "I want to taste your ass please," he said. I turned and spread. His hands held my ass cheeks apart and he ate me with vigor; licking, lapping, probing with his tongue. He would stop for a moment and smell my musky hole, breathing me in. It was an incredible experience for both of us.
"Will you clean my feet?" I asked.
"Yes, yes," he responded. I twisted around and he moved to my feet. He held my left foot in his hands and began to suck my toes. I stroked my cock as I watched him. We looked directly into one another's eyes; it was one man trying to please another.
He cleaned both feet and moved atop me. He pressed his chest to mine and whispered, "Was I good?"
"Yes, very," I responded. We kissed and held each other. "How far do you want to go?" I asked.
"I don't understand," he said.
"How far can I take you outside of 'normal' sex?" I finished.
"Do anything you like, I'll stop you if I think you've gone too far, but I don't think I may ever stop you," he said.
"Come with me to the mirror. On your knees now, hands on your thighs." He did as I directed. I circled his throat with both hands and plunged my cock deeply into his mouth. I pushed until I could feel him gag. I pulled out and he gagged some, spitting on the floor. When he was done, he snapped his mouth open and stuck out his tongue. I reentered his mouth and face-fucked him as we watched in the mirror. "Eat my ass again," I told him. I bent over and he began to clean me and lick me. I stroked my cock as he licked. The reflection in the mirror was too hot.
"Bend over the sink, I want to fuck you as you watch yourself in the mirror." He bent over and I entered his ass in one long stroke. He gasped, but I held his hips tight. He gripped the sides of the sink as I fucked away. Sweat dripped from both of us; his beautiful, black body beneath me. I pounded him, his asshole getting wet and loose. My heart was racing, my hair wet with sweat. I pulled out and forced him to his knees. "Open, now!" I yelled. He opened his mouth as I stroked myself to a finish. Hot, thick white cum shot from my cock landing in his mouth and on his beautiful black face. I collapsed to my knees and pulled him close. I licked the cum from his face and pulled him into a kiss. Our bodies were wet with sweat, sliding between us.
After a while I said, "Time for a shower." We got up and entered the shower together. He automatically began to soap my body, washing me. I then reciprocated, cleaning him thoroughly.
"That was amazing," he said.
"For me too," I answered.
We left the shower, dried and went into the living room, both naked. I made us drinks, handed his to him and sat on the sofa. He sipped his drink then pulled my feet to his lap. He began to massage my feet with obvious skill. "Thank you, that feels good," I said.
"I hope we become good friends, but I don't want you to think I am trying to dominate you outside of the bed. What happens there is just fantasy. I like it that you go along with my wishes. It can be exciting if both partners agree on roles," I stated.
"Yes, I've never been like that before, and I know you won't treat me like a 'slave' in any place public, or even when we're not having sex. I want more of this 'style'. I'm not afraid either, just direct me," he went on.
"One night I want us to get really stoned. I can take you to new places then. You will be willing to do many, many more things while stoned."
A grin grew on his face and he left the room. He returned and opened his hand. "This was the first time meeting you, so I didn't know if you 'burned'." In his hand was a fat joint.
"Great," I exclaimed.
He lit the joint and we passed it back and forth. The weed was strong, but surprisingly smooth. I soon got very high; an almost sensual, relaxed feeling flowed over me. I assumed it was the same for him. "Horny?" I asked.
He grinned and said, "Let's go, use me any way you like."
He didn't flinch when I pulled a pair of handcuffs from my nightstand. I attached them to his wrists, behind his back. "I am going to slap your face. I do not want to hurt you, but you will be surprised how your adrenaline will flow when I do this. Close your eyes." I held my palm along his beautiful face, letting him know where the blow would land. "Ready?" He nodded. I gave him one flat sharp slap, the noise loud in the room. He gasped.
"Again," he was actually pleading. I gave him one, then two more. I reached behind him and felt his pulse; it was racing. This excited him.
"I am going to tease you now." I said. I put lots of lotion on my hands and began to masturbate him. With his hands secured behind his back he was helpless. I stroked him smoothly and lightly, giving extra attention to the rim of his cock head. As I did this, I watched his face. I wanted him close, but not beyond 'the point of no return'. I stroked his cock and played with his balls, my hands wet with the lotion.
"Let me cum," he pleaded.
I laughed, "Not for a long time." Drops of precum oozed from his cock. I dried my hand of lotion and wiped up the precum. I used it to 'paint' his lips. They were shiny with his juice. He really was beautiful with strong, black features, a real man. I kissed his precum-covered lips, lightly teasing him.
The stroking of his cock, bringing him near, then stopping had made him crazy with lust. I said, "I am going to remove the cuffs, but you will still do everything I ask."
He simply said, "I will do as you ask."
"I have to take a piss; is that 'area' too far out?" I asked.
"I don't know, let's find out," he answered.
I gripped his hard cock and led him to the bathroom. I said, "Hold my cock as I piss. Feel the flow of urine." He lightly gripped my cock, directing the flow into the toilet. "Don't shake it off," I said. I closed the toilet lid and told him to sit down. "Suck me clean." I knew drops of piss still dripped from my cock. This seemed to excite him. He sucked and cleaned me. "Can you taste the piss?" I asked.
"Yes, a little, I think I like it."
I led him back to the bedroom and told him to get on the bed. "I only want your mouth for now, keep it open and wet; never swallow your saliva." I then began a long, hard assault on his face-hole. I fucked his mouth from many directions, turning his body for differing access.
He stopped me for a moment and took a long swallow of his drink. "Ready now," he said.
I continued with my assault. He just couldn't get enough of my cock and I couldn't get enough of his mouth. I loved to plunge deep into his throat and feel him gag. At first I thought that might be bad for him, but when I pulled out, he would open his mouth indicating his continued need.
I put him on his knees and face fucked him for a long time. I could feel myself getting close. I pulled out and began to stroke myself. "Do not cum until I tell you," I directed. He was stroking himself as he watched me masturbate. I held one of my palms in front of my hard cock. I stroked myself to a powerful orgasm, the cum landing in my palm. He was stroking furiously as he watched. "Lick my hand clean," I softly said. He lapped up my still hot cum. "Cum now if you wish," I said. He entirely cleaned my hand of cum before he erupted. We both fell to the floor, gasping, tears running down our faces.
"When can I see you again?" he calmly asked.