0 comments/ 5676 views/ 0 favorites Taking it to RL By: SecondLife All day I have been closed up inside rooms, speaking of trivial matters. Now at last I have come out into the night, myself a center of darkness. Beneath the clouds the low sky glows with scattered light. I can hardly think this is happening... I am meeting my lover, the man who touched me deeply... smile... with out even using his hands, ironically. I don't have a picture, at least other than the one he drew in my mind. How will I know him? He assured me that I will... "just keep waiting for me, you'll know when I'm near". Strange words coming across my computer screen, they were. Strange words glowing at my eyes in my darkened room, in a chilly lime green font. Those words hit me like tongues of fire in my belly. Obediently walking through the raining park, inhaling the fresh scent of this unfamiliar place, I am far away from home, in a strange land drenched with rain showers and violent thunderstorms. Here on my Spring Break, recklessly only coming here to meet him. Shivering, I feel the hair on the back of my neck prickle up. I inhale deeply... masculinity... deep woods... smell of cedar wood and fire. I turn, but there is no one around. Sigh... I open the letter I have in my bag, the one and only you sent and let go of another jagged sigh. If it were only real... My body is thoroughly soaked to the skin, but I am radiating a warm glow of pleasure as I walk over to the swing in the playground. Careful not to get the letter wetter, I open my flimsy umbrella I hastily bought at the airport, and start to read... His words bespeak of a brilliant mind, a tender heart, and a passionate body. Inhaling deeply again, I catch the scent, but am too wrapped up in the words to look around. You have been standing, leaning against a big tree, watching me. Your movements are so soft and catlike, I never heard you approach... you are only 10 feet away now, as you watch my arousal return. I am reading aloud, in my Irish laced accent, from your letter now... as your write about touching me, I unconsciously let my hand move down to my soaked jeans. With middle and ring fingers reaching down, I rub myself through my jeans... and feel the source of heat. Kicking my feet back, I take the swing for a ride, back and forth, flying through the air softly, while my hand is sending shards of electric current up my spine and downward, radiating through my thighs. This letter is describing your tongue, tasting me... I climb higher into the air with my swing, butterflies in my tummy now tightening the pressure of my hand... Now you are making love to me, grinding against the wall... I toss my head back and let the letter fly through the misty air as I take the swing to the next level. My legs are opened widely as I thoroughly lose myself in the feeling, the intimate climax... my muscles CRYING out for something to enter me, something for them to cling too. I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy as I cream in my jeans..... "Rafael, oh where are you, luv?" I scream out into the air. Here in this bright absence of day, I feel myself opening. All around us the soft rain is whispering, thousands of feet of air invisible to us. You watch with blazoned yes, swollen manhood crying out "Shannon, here I am!" , yet, your lips remain silent. With the self control of a hundred gods, you inhale smelling my scent, and wait... My swing slows it's rhythm as my head collapses on my shoulder. My soft tears blend in with the rain, I say aloud, "Aw, Shannon, luv! You should know men by now, full o'lies and disappointments.." You come forward and walk behind my swing, still keeping your distance, you finally say: "I've never been known to disappoint a woman in my life." I jump off clearing 5 feet off the swing, and take off in a bolting run, not looking back. Dashing to the safety of my rental truck, I hear you running to catch up, hollering, "WAIT a minute!" Diving into the truck, slam locking the doors, I struggle with the ignition keys with wet shaking hands. You catch up and put your hands on the hood and say, "Shannon, WAIT!!!" At the sound of my name my eyes flash up, "Who the hell are you?" I scream. "It's me you crazy Irish woman, Rafael!" Through the rain soaked windshield, I see a distorted figure of young man, very tall, shoulders for days... I turn on my headlights and hit my wipers, and ... flash... there you are...just as you had described yourself... aye, lad, but you never told me that you me that you'd be the most magnificent male I've ever seen in my life. Instantly I become shy, thinking... "oh Christ, I cybered with HIM? He knows my fantasies..." Blushing a hot crimson, you walk around to the passenger side of the car, and tap on the window saying: "Mind if I get out of this rain?" I quickly release the locks and you climb into the Durango. The moment our eyes meet, passion explodes as I fold myself into your embrace. That was the scent I caught earlier. Cool, green eyes look up into yours as you take in the features of my face. You say, "You are even more beautiful than I imagined, Shannon". I look at you with eyes of bewilderment, "Lad, I look like a drowned cat!" My long hair clings to my wet clothes, soaking my wild curls into soft waves. The color is deep dark wine now. As your gaze follows my hair past my shoulders, curving past my breasts and ending at the vortex of my thighs, I quickly turn on the ignition and ask, "Where to, luv?" You guide me out of the park and on your way to your house. With my eyes concentrating of the unfamiliar surroundings, you lean your chair slightly back and we fall into soft comfortable conversation; like two close friends. I ask you to tell me about your job, and listen intently as you tell me how you started, what you've done; I marvel at all the places you go to and am genuinely interested. You have a perfect voice, clear deep and strong, with what you call a slight southern accent—what sounds like a complete foreigner to me, smile. Listening to the timbre of your voice guiding me through the suburb and telling me about the training classes you are in, I feel myself warming and melting for you. Pulling up, I see your beautiful house, I remark, "Everything around here is so new!" You get out, walk around and take my hand, guiding me quickly through the hard rain up to your door. In a romantic gesture, you sweep me up off my feet, open the door and carry me in. We both rock with laughter at your playfulness. Eye to eye, you say "Hi!" and I repeat in return a shy "hello, luv". Immediately our mouths come together in an eternal kiss, soft lips touching at first, the bold tongue taste the honey softness of my lips, which part for you. The tip of my tongue slides up to meet yours, gently accepting your intimate caress. Still holding me, you squeeze me tighter! My head leans over to one side, encouraging you to come in and take me deeper. Feeling that invitation, the hand supporting my shoulders, snakes up into my head and holds me tight for your onslaught. Your kiss devours my senses, inspiring me with life and sexual energy as our tongues roll in a battle of wills. I softly grab your tongue, and suck on it, stroking it in a promise of what will come. The vibrations of your moan in my mouth send chills up and down my spine. My eyes fly open to watch your expressive face. Liking what I see, but, I want to see your eyes. Gently I slow my sucking and nip your tongue with my teeth, you slightly startle and your eyes open and are met with mine, fiery green now. My bite slowly drags down your tongue, to the tip, and I kiss it with my lips. I take your bottom lip and softly suck it and nipple gently, moving down to your chin, I snake my hands into your wet hair and suck on your chin, biting it softly. Leaning your head back, my mouth goes to your neck and I so the same thing, but deeper. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, I find my self up in the bathroom having my wet clothes removed. Your clothes follow as we jump into the steaming shower. You are kissing me and exploring my body in fascination. I take the soap and begin washing every part of you I can reach. As my hands go to your belly, you stop kissing me and stand tall watching. I lather my hands and work into your pubic hair, keeping my eyes locked to your face, a wee bit afraid to look at what is growing longer for me. With silky soapy hands, I stroke your manhood and take you balls into consideration too, feeling them tighten and hearing your moan. I stroke you firmer, circling my belly with the tip of your head. You are looking at my hands now, and watching your beautiful body grow to its full length. You want to explode, but try to hold back. With nerves of steel you grit your teeth and try to calm yourself and close your eyes. But, alas this beautiful redhead has gotten down on her knees, still stroking this time with shampoo in my hair, I am washing you with my long hair. You let go of a loud moan, as your eyes fly down and search questioning into mine and feel the shower's pressure wash the soap away from your throbbing cock, the water feeling like a thousand kisses. With more soapy lather I wash your legs, and reach up behind your balls and lather your firm ass, feeling you tighten at this intimate touch. I guide you to lean against the wall and lift one of YOUR legs up to rest on the side of the tub. Standing there thighs open for my view; I finally tear my eyes away and search your body. You tower over me, seeing this woman with dark hair, white body, full round breasts, nipples looking straight up at you, slim curving waist curving out to firm hips, shaven pussy, down to slightly parted thighs... and yes, I am still on my knees. While looking at your body, my hands wander up caressing my breasts. You move to lift me up, but my hand goes to your flat belly and I shake my head, no. "This weekend will start with you feeding me, luv. It has been a long trip and I am very hungry," grabbing the base of your cock. In slight protest you say "But, Shannon... I want to give you pleasure..." I say, "Shhhh, you know what will give me the most pleasure now?" You ask, "What?" I respond, moving my head close to your cock's swollen head, encircling it with my wet hands, gliding my tongue around in circles, diving the tip in to the hole at your tip, tickling slightly... saying "...cum here, luv... cum on...mmmmmm", tasting your pre-cum as your cock releases pearls for me. "What I want... is for you to feed me, luv." I say locking my eyes to yours. "I've imagined the taste of you, but I want the feel of you exploding down my throat. Now, I want you to let go of those damned nerves of steel. I want you to release yourself into me. I if feel you holding back, I will stop, get my clothes on and go back to the airport! This 1st cum is strictly for me, no holds barred, aye luv?" You nod and brace yourself as my tongue slides down your penis, sucking and flicking every groove every pulsating vein. With my hands stroking you with my slick saliva, I nuzzle your balls with my nose, then take them into my mouth... this time I hum Ravel's "Bolero"... dumdadadadum ... dumdadadadum... dumdadadadum... dumdadadadum. The vibrations send shock to your senses, deeply vibrating your glands. My slick hands slide up behind your balls and massage up and up... small finger encircling your nether regions, such an intimate touch, mouth still humming, dumdadadadum... dumdadadadum... dumdadadadum... I feel your semen gathering up into your balls, tightening their hold in my mouth, but I softly suck them pulling them back, slowly guiding my finger past the tight muscles of your ass. With that, you are ready to cum. You say "Oh Shannon," as your first shot goes right over my head and hits the other end of the shower tile! I quickly take your cock into my mouth hungrily and suck the rest of your semen deep into my throat. You look down and see my whole head stroking you and feel the orgasm slamming your senselessly, releasing more cum down my throat. I drink like someone who's not had water for weeks. Sucking....noisily.... still humming into your shooting cock.... Finger working in and out of your ass... In a moment of animal instinct, you quickly move and put my head against the side wall, and grind you cock into my throat to let the last drop of cum slide down my throat... you let go a loud moan, "Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!" My eyes take in everything as I cum without even touching myself.... The power the reverse of power... enough to send me into fits of ecstasy. Your eyes look down and see my hands cling to my breasts and watch my body rock, back arching, nipples reaching up, cum on my lips, mouth opened into a moan of orgasm. "ohhhh!" You get down on your knees with me and hold me tight as my body shakes, the shower water still running softly over head. You reach and turn it off. My eyes slowly come back into focus and smile into your awed face. I bit my lip, taste the semen, still clinging and you do something incredible... you reach up and lick my lips, still looking into my eyes erotically and say..... "Mmmmmm". Then you kiss me full in the mouth, passionately and hug me tightly to your chest. We rise together and you step out and hand me a big fluffy towel. Totally speechless, we dry each other off, softly. You wrap your towel around your waist, but I reach out and playfully grab it. Spinning around, you let me have your towel as I take in your incredible body with my eyes again. I bend over to wrap my hair in that towel, into a turban and flip it back. You grab the towel wrapped around my body now, and finish drying your hair with it, then wrap it around your waist.. I grab your robe hanging on the door and put it on. It hangs off my body, ridiculously too big, but I love it... inhaling your fragrance. Taking my hand, you give me a tour of your lovely house, room by room... until we make our way down to the kitchen. I hop up on the counter and push you away with my foot, then slowly open my robe. Then, I take the towel off my head and let my long wet curls hang over my shoulders. Shrugging off the robe, I lean back and let your eyes devour me. At that moment, your roommate comes in with a six pack of beer and a pizza, saying..."Hey, Raphael .... whoa..." You quickly step in front of me and turn around to face him and say, "Hey, man, you could knock before you enter..... ummmm... well, the kitchen!!" All 3 of us burst out laughing!!! I hop off the counter and say, "I'm Shannon, nice to meet you... can I have some of that pizza, luv?" The three of us, settle down in comfortable chatting, drinking pizza and trying to convince me that American beer is good! Three friends enjoying each others conversation and closeness and I think... "Yeah, I could come to like America..." Taking It to the Hole "Let's head over to West 4th for a pickup game, whadda ya say?" It was a hot summer New York night, the kind where it doesn't dip below 80 degrees and anyone and everyone is out and about, looking for something to do. The idea sounded like a great one to Ernesto; his friends, however, weren't as enthusiastic. "Whadda ya fucking crazy? It's fucking hot as fuck. What the fuck do I want to fucking go all the way to fucking Manhattan for a fucking game of fucking basketball to further sweat my big hairy fucking balls off at 10 o'clock at fucking night? Are you fucking kidding me?" His cousin Vinny had the vocabulary of a Soprano and the basketball skills of a third grade girl and there was no way in hell he was gonna go anywhere to play basketball at any time. He needed to play it off so he went on and on about how hot it was and about how it was too far to travel. The rest of the gang; two Tony's, Tony A. and Tony M., and Joey, weren't the worst basketball players in the world but they certainly knew enough to know that if they were going to go to W.4th Street for a pickup game, they would get spanked. They all moaned about how hot it was and dismissed the idea. Ernesto couldn't be dissuaded so easily. It was a hot Saturday night and he knew the courts would be packed. He needed to go. He just couldn't see himself hanging out in the neighborhood, drinking 40s out of a brown paper bag, talking about bangin' girls, listening to Tupac and bitching about over how hard it is to be a white man in today's society. Ernesto was different. Born in Tuscany, he'd moved to Brooklyn when he was 11 to live with his aunt and uncle when his parents died in a car crash. Twenty years later, he had lost his foreign accent but never quite acquired a New York on either. He stood out like a sore thumb in so many ways. He was the most worldly of the group always looking to experience new adventures, he'd gone to out of state for college. Most of the guys around the way had never gotten past high school, let alone moved out of state. Truth be told, a few had never even been to the Bronx. He had a great job in Manhattan as a massage therapist; his friends thought that was some fairy shit. It was okay when his clients were hot chicks but they were disgusted by the idea of rubbing on some sweaty dude. He even looked different. His complexion was naturally darker, his jet black hair just touched his shoulders, steel gray eyes, and a 6'2" body he worked on religiously, all worked together to make him look like a Calvin Klein model. Most of his buddies stood under 5'11" with short hair and were getting little beer bellies in their 30s. For all of their differences, Ernesto was accepted and loved in the community like he was no different at all. And he loved his family and his friends. They had taken care of him when he was at his lowest, most lonely point. While most people anticipated he would have gotten an apartment in Manhattan, Ernesto stayed in the hood to help take care of his grandmother who had come from Italy 10 years ago because she was aging. His aunt and uncle both worked graveyard and didn't have the time to care for her in the evenings and Vinny and Theresa, his other cousin, only knew how to curse in Italian so they couldn't really communicate well with her. Ernesto loved his family and would do anything for them so leaving Brooklyn, leaving Carnasie, was really out of the question. "I'll check you guys later, I'm heading to the city to play some ball." Nobody was shocked and they barely looked up as he grabbed his gym bag and headed for the subway. He plopped down on the cool seat and pulled out the book he'd been reading, a collection of works by James Baldwin. He was fascinated by social commentary and the descriptions of racism that peppered the dialogue about being a Black gay man in America. Being a gay man himself, a closeted gay man, he connected with the words, he connected with the struggle and the rage. His friends, even though he had sucked off most of them when they were kids, including his cousin, were as homophobic as they come. They had to be. It was part and parcel for the good fella's persona that they had to carry off. It never occurred to them that Ernesto could be gay because he was masculine, athletic, and he had women swooning over him every time he walked in a room. The stuff that happened when they were younger was just boys being boys, and they would never admit to anyone the experimentation they had done as kids so his secret was pretty safe. As he emerged from the bowels of the train system, into the humid night air of Greenwich Village, except for the fact that it was dark, it could have been 11:00 in the afternoon instead of 11:00 at night. The streets were bustling with activity, packed with people out doing anything and everything you could think of. He made his way to the courts and just watched the first two games. Ever since he could remember, he'd loved Black men. As cliché as it sounds, after his first Black lover, he had no desire to be with another white man again so the old "once you go black" adage was true in his case. For the better part of 7 years he'd dated Black men exclusively. Sitting there, seeing all of those toned and muscled bodies, gave him an even further appreciation of the Black male form. It wasn't a lustful appreciation, well, at least not in the overtly sexual sense. It was a profound and deep respect for not just their physical bodies, but for the struggle they endured that he read about in the pages of his book. He was always certain to get picked for a team. There's an unspoken code that says that white boys who hang out on basketball courts are looking to get served so people was always looking to school them make sure they play. Three on three, half court, to 21, shirt vs. skins. He was shirts and he was playing the team who had just won the last game. Skins got the ball first and scored three points right off the bat. Ernesto was guarding a guy who had dominated the previous game and he knew he had to be tired so he was body-checking and going toe to toe under the rim. They were the same height, even the same body type, but his opponent was the color of caramel with a shiny bald head. It was a queer guy's heaven, being able to publicly run his hands over that smooth flesh, the rippling muscles, sweaty, hard thighs pressed against his own. It was all about the game for Ernesto and he played hard, making sure everyone knew he was there to ball. The guy Ernesto was guarding gave him an elbow and sent him to the ground. There ain't no fouls in street ball so he was right back up and in the game; he didn't miss a beat. He got the ball and showed he had some skills. The other part of the unspoken code is, that when a white boy has skills on the court, he becomes the unofficial court favorite, getting his own cheering squad on the sidelines and everything. The score was 19 to 20 with the skins leading and the shirts had the ball. Dude was blocking him, checking him hard, when Ernesto got the ball in the paint. He pivoted and -- whoosh, nothing but net. In the split second right before the shot, he thought . . . maybe he was mistaken, but he could have sworn he felt ole boy grabbing for his dick. Not just body contact that happens during the course of a game, but actually palming his crotch, almost caressing it. It had happened so quickly and the score was tied so he couldn't dwell on it. The two adversaries stood toe to toe, making intense eye contact. The court lights made every drop of sweat glisten on his shirtless opponent. One of the skins sank the final shot ending the game. The entire court erupted in cheers and back slapping and kudos about the great game. Ernesto sat on the bench and pulled out his towel. His book was on the top of the bag so he sat it next to him. While he was toweling off and catching his breath, drinking a little Gatorade, he saw a hand reaching out to him. "Good game man, I'm impressed." He extended his hand and looked up, "Yeah, congratulations, great game," Ernesto replied, still trying to catch his breath. "Name's Flex. Anytime you want to play a little game of pick up, let me know, I'd love to have you on my team." He smiled a gorgeous smile and Ernesto looked up and then down, his eyes resting on the crotch directly eye level in front of him. "Your mom named you Flex," Ernesto asked, trying to sound aloof but still out of breath and doing his best not to show it. "My pops named me Eugene, Jr. but I'll beat somebody's ass if they call me that. So it's Flex." They both laughed. "Yeah, my name is Ernesto and we got problems if you call me Ernie, so I'm really feeling you. Here have a seat." He moved his book out the way and slid down a half a foot to let Flex sit down next to him. They watched a little bit of the next game in silence. "You from around here," Flex asked? "Nah, I live in Brooklyn," "Oh, I see." That sat in silence some more, watching the game and neither one of them willing to address what had happened on the court. Ernesto figured he'd been mistaken. It was a physical game and maybe Flex didn't know he was grabbing his dick. Maybe he thought it was his arm or something. That had to be it. ""Is this your book? Man, I love James Baldwin. 'I am what time, circumstance, and history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that.' Now that some deep shit right there." Just then, it was as if the wall of ice had been broken. The two men started talking and sharing and letting down their guards. They had a connection more than sports and it was electric. "Are you busy right now, I mean, are you in a rush to head back to Brooklyn, because I only live around the corner from here. We can go to my place and hang out if you want. I'm not a serial killer . . . any more, I promise." They both laughed and Flex flashed that gorgeous smile and before Ernesto knew what was happening, they were walking towards 10th street and in a cute little studio apartment. Flex was a graphic designer for and advertising firm and had moved from his own roots in Queens to his little apartment 7 years ago. Once inside the apartment, the only place to sit comfortably was the futon. Ernesto looked uncomfortable. He didn't want to put his smelly, sweaty ass on the sofa. He was really feeling this guy and wanted to be invited back and he didn't think that would make such a great first impression to leave his scent, so to speak, so he was trying to figure out how he could sit on the floor without looking like a dork. Flex came to the rescue before he could even process the thought completely in his head. "Hey, it's pretty hot out there; you can take a shower if you want to cool off. Guests first. Here's a towel and everything's in the bathroom you should need." He dropped his gym bag by the door inside in the small bathroom. He took off his sweaty clothes and stepped in the shower, feeling the warm water wash away the layer of sweat. Shutting his eyes, he thought back to the court. Had he gotten his signals mixed? Maybe Flex was just a nice guy who wanted to hang out; maybe he happened to like James Baldwin because he was a great writer, not because he was a great gay Black writer. Maybe that hand caressing his dick wasn't really caressing it; maybe it was just part of the game, maybe to make him miss his shot. Whatever it was, Ernesto was deep in thought, remembering the feel of Flex's hand on his cock, the same cock that he had in his hand now and was stroking, thinking about his sexy, sweaty new friend. He shut his eyes tightly and started thinking all sorts of nasty thoughts, jerking off and fantasizing. A knock at the door shocked him back to reality. "Hey, don't mean to interrupt or anything," Flex yelled through the door, but do you want something to drink? A martini, a beer, a glass of wine, water, Kool Aid. Anything?" "A beer's cool, thanks," he yelled back and quickly turned off the water to dry off. He didn't want to put the same stinky clothes back on so he tied the towel around his waist and headed out to see if Flex had anything he could put on. His cock was still hard but he pushed it down and tried to will it so stay soft. That thought lasted an entire 1.5 seconds because when he opened the bathroom door, he saw Flex, standing naked in front of the closet, grabbing for a towel to put around him. "Hey, how was the shower?" He turned, wrapped the towel around himself and, not waiting for an answer, he said, "Your beer is on the coffee table, make yourself at home, I'll be right back, I need to take a shower myself." Ernesto was impressed with the tiny apartment. His music collection was eclectic but mostly all Black: jazz, blues, R&B, hip hop, even some gospel. The art on the walls was amazing and inspecting further, he saw that most were signed with the name Flex. Because the place was so small, every square inch of space was utilized. Oddly enough, the place didn't look cluttered at all; it might have been small on space but it was big on style. The timer on the oven went off and Flex was still in the shower so he decided to take out whatever was in there. He opened the door and a fantastic aroma came wafting out. He pulled out the dish and it was some sort of dip that had been heated to go with the tri colored chips that had been put out on a platter. Ernesto was blown away. "This guy can play ball, he can quote James Baldwin, he has a great apartment, he's creative, he can cook and he's sexy as hell. Damn, I think I just met my future husband," he said under his breath. "What did you say? Oh good, I'm glad you pulled that out. Thanks." Flex looked even more amazing fresh from the shower with his towel around his waist. Ernesto didn't bother answering his question and instead took the tray and set it on the coffee table while Flex was opening up the futon. "Here, this will be more comfortable. Have a seat, take a load off." The two men lounged on the futon, talking about everything under the sun, sharing details about their lives, drinking beer, listening to music, eating. It was very apparent that Flex was gay, out, and very confident in his sexuality, so much so, he didn't even make it an issue. Because Ernesto was so ruled by his hidden identity, everything had more impact on him, he had to analyze and dissect everything as if there was a hidden meaning behind it. When Flex offered to let him spend the night, he didn't know if it was a sexual invitation or not; he didn't know how to respond. Flex could sense his hesitation and he left the question open for him to decide. He got up, turned off all the lights, lit a few candles and came back, this time, taking off his towel and letting it fall to the floor. He stood there for a few seconds, letting his new friend take everything in. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" Ernesto shook his head but didn't say a word. He climbed back on the futon, this time even closer to Ernesto. His heart started beating faster, the blood started pumping in his veins; he was being seduced. Flex reached out to kiss him softly; Ernesto forgot to close his eyes; he wanted to see everything. The kiss was soft and gentle and in many ways atypical of most of kisses Ernesto had ever shared with someone. Usually the men he was with were closeted, intent on proving their masculinity, on dominating the proverbial white man behind closed doors, playing up the thug/Mandingo role. He let his eyes close gently, experiencing the kiss with the rest of his senses. He could smell the clean scent of Flex's skin, still fresh from the shower; he could feel the softness of his lips against his own. He could taste his tongue gently exploring his mouth and he could hear the soft moan escape from his own lips in awe of the sensations he was feeling. "Okay, Mr. Massage therapist," Flex said, "let me check out some of your magic," as he pulled away from the sensual kiss. He stretched out on his stomach, adding, "Let's see if you can work out some of this tension I have in my shoulders." Ernesto said, "Hold on, let me get my bag." He returned a few seconds later with a special blend of massage oil he used for work. This time, he also took off his towel and let it fall to the floor as well, exposing his cock that had been half hard since they left the courts. Flex didn't even look, he had his head resting on his arms and his eyes closed, waiting for his massage. Ernesto straddled his legs and looked down at the gorgeous body he was about to caress. He warmed the oil on his hands and started at the shoulders, aroused by the contrast in skin colors. Flex let out a moan and shifted a little but he didn't say a word. Working his way downwards, he found the spots that were tight and loosened them; he rubbed the sore muscles and left that smooth brown skin glowing in the candlelight. He worked his way further down, hesitating for a few moments before he started massaging the full, round ass cheeks of his new friend. Flex let out more of a moan and started grinding his hips more, even adjusting himself to make his thickening tool more comfortable under him. Grabbing the bottle of oil, he drizzled it on his skin and started massaging those magnificent mounds of flesh. He wanted to stroke his own cock, now fully erect, but he didn't, he was intent on doing a good job, better than he'd ever done before. He worked his way down Flex's thighs and even used a few reflexology techniques on his feet. "Here, do the fronts of my legs now, I'm sore from that workout you gave me earlier." He turned over and Ernesto couldn't move. Flex flashed that gorgeous smile again but that paled in comparison to the body of perfection before him. Shoulders that were broad leading down to muscular toned arms, a hairless, well-developed chest and six pack abs that looked like a washboard. His dick stood up straight and tall and his balls were resting on his thighs. Ernesto didn't even want to look at the rest of him; he just wanted to drink in the beauty of that magnificent hard cock. Flex teased him, stroking it casually with his other arm behind his head. "You like that? Go ahead, touch it." He put his other arm behind his head and repeated, "Go ahead, it won't bite." Ernesto swallowed hard and held the shaft in his hands. The heat from it was incredible and the thickness was impressive to say the least. He grabbed it at the base and brought his hand all the way to the top, twisting his hand just a bit for a little more stimulation. Flex moaned his approval and licked his lips. "Don't stop," was all he said. Putting more oil on his hands, Ernesto started stroking more, bringing him to full hardness, coaxing out precum from the head of that delicious looking cock. "Go ahead, suck it, you know you want to, suck my dick." The confidence that oozed from Flex made the situation that much more intense, more erotic and Ernesto felt light headed. He wasn't being rude or domineering, he was just sure of himself, uninhibited. Ernesto positioned himself between Flex's legs, stroking him some more, teasing him, and Flex spread his legs to accommodate him. Fingering his balls and holding them up, he started his mouth job there, licking and gently sucking his nuts. Rolling them around in his fingers, he was getting them wet with saliva and licking the sensitive sacks. Flex appreciated the attention to his balls and let him know how good it felt. "Oh shit, it's been a long time since someone paid attention to my balls like that. Damn, that feels so good. Ohhhh yeah." He grabbed his knees, pulled them to his chest, giving Ernesto better access. Stopping momentarily to catch his breath, he put one testicle in his mouth and started flicking his tongue back and forth rapidly. Flex could barely breathe it felt so good. "Damn, if you suck my balls that good, I can't even imagine how good it's going to feel when you suck my dick and eat my ass." 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. Taking It To The Next Level I have been toying with the idea of taking things to the next level for quite some time. I had tried the ABS a few times and had met with a squirt friend a couple of times but things weren't progressing like I wanted them too. I finally decided one day that I was going to do whatever it took to not only find a buddy to share blowjobs with but I was going to have his hot hard dick in my virgin ass and I was going to do it soon. It took me a couple of weeks to get all the details worked out and start working on making the contact with someone. Early, one Saturday morning I told the wife that I was heading out to a trade show in a neighboring town and I would be home that evening. I had made arrangements to meet with Jim around noon at his house, so I had time to actually make the show and pick up some stuff to cover my story before heading to get my real needs met. I had met Jim once before for coffee and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. Luck would have it that his wife was out of town for the same weekend as the show I wanted to go to. Jim also surprised me by being at the show when I walked in. We spent about an hour walking around the show and I made a few purchases. Jim and I seemed to find all kinds of reasons to be touching or pressing against each other and soon we were both feeling the sexual tension beginning to build. Jim finally pressed against my from behind as I was looking at a display, letting me feel his firming member pressing into me, and asked if I was ready for the next show. I let my hand brush against him as I turned to say let's get out of here. I followed Jim to his house and we go in though the garage and into his kitchen. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said a whiskey would be better. He laughed and said I was right, it would be. He poured three fingers in a glass full of ice for both of us and came up behind me to set it on the counter. He slid his hand under my shirt, feeling my chest and stomach, as he buried his face into my neck. His mouth tasted me as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. I was quickly becoming aroused when he stepped away and said to come see the house. Disappointed that he wasn't going to take me right there, I grabbed my drink and followed him. Jim casually pointed out the dining room, living room and pointed down the hall to the master bedroom as he swung around a corner to the stair case. Upstairs he pointed to the right and said that there were a couple of bedrooms and a bath and then turned to the left. Above the garage was a great rec room. One end had a big screen TV with a nice leather sectional and the other end was filled with a pool table and a bar. Sandwiched in the middle were some random chairs and a futon. He took my drink and set it on a table then turned to take me in his arms. Sliding his hands under my shirt and caressing my body while kissing me gently and working his tongue into my mouth. I let him pull my shirt over my head while I rubbed the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Jim took control of our encounter by pulling away and undoing my pants. As he pushed them down to my ankles, he pushed me down into a nice padded chair. He pulled my pants off along with my shoes and now had me completely naked and willingly under his control. Jim knelt before me and began playing with my nipples and since I am a little over weight and older my man boobs were getting plenty of attention too. He lowered his head into my lap and covered my cock with his mouth. His mouth felt like velvet, so soft and warm. He was easily able to take my full cock in. I am not all that big to begin with so I just laid back and enjoyed. Jim brought me close to cumming several times before he stopped and stood up before me. Jim quickly stripped his clothes and stood offering himself to me. My mouth began drooling over his magnificent cock. It was perfect for want I wanted him to use if for. Still only half hard it was already six inches and only about two inches around. I reached out for him and gently took him in my hand. He straddled the arms of the chair and let me take him slowly into my mouth. I quickly adjusted to his size and was able to take him fully without any problem. I caressed his balls and let my finger graze his asshole as he found his rhythm with my mouth. I felt him grow longer and harder while I covered his cock with my saliva. I pulled my hungry mouth off of him and told him I was ready. His long thin dick was now a good eight inches long and not any thicker than it was before he started. Jim stood and pulled me up and turned me around on the chair. I knelt and presented him my ass. He grabbed some lube from the table and got us both ready. Soon, that long, thin wonderful cock was pressing against my tight virgin ass bud. I eagerly pushed back against him, wanting that thing in my ass. Jim finally took aim and gave a push into my hole. I felt the pressure and was expecting some pain but the pain never came. I could feel the head press against my prostate then the length of him slide on past. Jim grabbed my hips and pressed himself fully in to the hilt. I thought I would lose it from the pleasure as he pulled me back to him. Jim waited a moment to let me get used to the feeling of having my ass filled. I told him that I needed him to fuck me now. Jim slowly withdrew all but the head of his cock. I squeeze him as hard as I could so he wouldn't pull out all together. He started patiently fucking my slowly, letting me feel every inch of him slide in and out. My cock was harder than it had been in a long time and was dripping pre-cum like a faucet. I was squirming and wiggling back into Jim with every thrust. He was picking up the pace and I could tell that he was getting close to cumming from his moans. I reached between my legs to caress his balls as he pushed into me. He would pause when he hit bottom and me play with them for just a second before pulling that long dick back out. Soon I could feel that his balls were tightening and he was grinding hard when he was deep in me. I was now gripping his cock on the backstroke, giving him a little something extra to fuck. Jim suddenly buried himself in me as deep as he could and began to shudder and buck against me. I felt his balls explode into my ass, filling me with blast after blast of his hot sperm. Jim continued shoving himself into me, driving his cum deeper into me. After several minutes, he pulled his still hard cock from my ass. I was amazed that he was still maintaining his erection and that it was still a good eight inches long. I was exhausted and well fucked but still had a fairly respectable hard-on that wanted release. Jim kind of collapsed on the floor. I could tell that even though he was still hard, he was fucked out for the moment. I climbed out of the chair and moved over to him. When he saw my dripping dick, he reached out and drew me to his mouth. His tongue started swirling around the head, licking up all the dripping pre-cum. He took me into his mouth and turned on the suction. It only took a minute or two before I felt my balls tighten and get ready to release my orgasm. Jim sensing this also drove two fingers in my dripping butt and buried his nose into my pubes. I responded just as expected by filling his throat with spurt after spurt of my own hot spunk. Jim continued to suck until he had every last drop I had to give. I dropped to the floor beside him, also exhausted. Jim pulled me to him and we fell back on the floor gathering ourselves. I noticed the clock and couldn't believe that only an hour or so had passed. I thought to myself that I would have plenty of time for a round two before I would have to head home. Jim broke into my planning for the next go by telling me that he had a confession to make. I sat up and said what is it. Jim looked up at me and said that he had lied about his wife being out of town. I just kind of looked at him so he continued and told me that she was in the next room and wanted to join in. I looked up to see her standing naked in the doorway waiting to be invited in. She was so hot that my dick instantly reacted. Jim just said I'll take that as a yes and waved her in. Of course, that is another story.