I'm kneeling on my rumpled bed with an immense hard-on, looking at a hot black bodybuilder named Fred. He's lying on his back with his legs spread in a wide Vee, lifting his muscular butt and showing off his sexy little puckered hole.
Fred's a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of chocolate milk, tightly buzz cut hair, and an angel's face. I'm tall, rugged, and moderately athletic, but he makes me look tiny. He's four inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than me. It's all muscle—arms, legs, chest, butt—all bulging muscles, more machine than flesh.
His spread legs frame his stiff cock. It's long and thick, with a broad, deeply furrowed, plow-head, gleaming with lube and traces of cum. Not all black men are well hung, but he has the biggest tool I've ever seen. His balls, like the rest of his body, are hairless. He probably gets it waxed, but I don't care about that or the obsessive workouts required to build and maintain those amazing muscles.
Fred has already fucked me twice. First, I sat on his oversized pole. It hurt, but I finally got his monster cock up my ass. The second time, he pushed me onto my hands and knees, gripped my waist to hold me still, and fucked me from behind. That was so hot. I'm usually dominant—and a top—so I love it when a man forces me to be a submissive bottom.
I've come twice. The last time was moments ago, from jacking off while Fred hammered me, firing pulse after pulse of cum up my ass. We'd kissed passionately and then I'd said, "You're such a stud."
"So are you." Fred had rolled onto his back, lifted his legs, and looked up at me. "And you haven't fucked me . . . Yet."
So here I am, kneeling on the bed with a giant erection, looking at Fred offering me his ass. I inspect his anus carefully. It's perfect, like the rest of him, a gracefully puckered spot between his big magnificently sculpted buttocks. Just built to be worshiped.
And I will. But not quite yet. I kiss the tip of my finger and touch the center of his rosebud, then lean forward and wrap my hands around Fred's shaft. Both hands, one over the other, like I'm gripping a baseball bat. It's too thick to close my fingers completely. His broad plow-head and the upper inch of his shaft stick out from my closed hands.
"I'm gonna fuck your sexy ass." I slide one hand up his shaft and rub my thumb and index finger over his cock-head, smearing the steady stream of precum leaking from its tip. "Fuck the hell outta it." I knead his hairless balls with my other hand, squeezing and teasing them while occasionally stretching a finger down to his anus. "But, I'm not ready, yet."
"Oh?" Fred points to my stiff dick. "You look pretty ready."
"Yeah . . ." I shrug. "But . . . Well, everything's been so fast. Now, I'm ready to slow it down." I put my index finger into my mouth and coat it with spit, then press it into Fred's asshole. "You're not in a hurry, are you?" I rotate my wrist, twisting my finger in his butt. "I'll make it worth your time."
I pull my finger out of Fred's butt and stand up. "I like hot sweaty men . . ." I bend over to pat his ass and fondle his stiff dick. "But, I like hot showers, too." I straighten up and hold out my hand. "Especially long hot showers with big hot men."
Fred looks at me. I'm not handsome, but I am tall, rugged, and moderately athletic, with a big hard cock. It's larger than average, although nowhere near the size of Fred's mammoth tool. "I've never taken a shower with anyone else." His cock has grown even bigger and harder.
"Well, it's time you did."
"All right." Fred gets up, gathers me in his big arms, and kisses me passionately. We kiss for a long time, rubbing stiff cocks and kneading each other's buttocks.
Finally, I pull away from Fred. "Come on. Let's take that shower."
I have a big shower. Fred and I fit in easily. There's room for a third man. That would really be cozy. I fantasize about who I'd choose while Fred and I stroke each other's bodies with soapy hands. None of the gay nudists. Not Nick, the black married-with-kids soldier. He'd probably get off on it, but I don't know how to get in touch with him. Maybe Daniel, the Hispanic bodybuilder with the jealous boyfriend. Or Dave, the tough cop who's tired of men wanting him to dominate them. Either of those guys. Or even both.
Fred and I wash each other carefully, starting with the less-sexual areas—torso, arms, legs—but then moving to butts and stiff cocks. We spend a long time playing with each other's soap-slick hard dicks and bulging balls.
I move behind Fred and press my stiff pole between his buttocks. He tenses as my cock-head pushes into his hole. "You gonna do it now?"
"Not yet." Soap is all right for sexy shower play, but it's a lousy sex lubricant. "I'm just getting started with you." I hump his butt crack playfully while reaching around and fondling his stiff dick.
It doesn't take the soap long to wash away. We rinse off. I'm getting ready to turn the water off, but Fred stops me. He gets down on his knees and takes my hard cock in his mouth. He sucks my stiff pole while squeezing my balls and fingering my butt crack.
The tension in my nuts is building when I push Fred away and pull him to his feet. "That's good, but I'm not ready to shoot." I kiss him long and hard, then turn the water off.
We towel off and I take Fred into the living room. "Sit there." I point to the big recliner with the padded arms.
"What are you going to do?" Fred's cock hangs like a python from his hairless crotch. It had softened after the shower, but it's already growing and swelling.
"You'll see." I kiss him and fondle his cock briefly, then guide him to the chair. I put a pillow on its seat and say, "Sit on the pillow. With your butt hanging over the edge."
He slumps into the chair with the small of his back resting on the seat cushion, his knees folded against his chest, and his ass sticking out into space. "Are you going to fuck me now?" His giant rod is hard again, rising tall and proud from his hairless crotch.
