0 comments/ 22605 views/ 10 favorites Adam's Spring of Interracial Love By: fadedgiant This story is pure fantasy, considerably different for my story of Robert and Patrick. You may note one similarity, Adam lives in a lake side house as did Patrick. This is an interracial gay story that depicts a well endowed black man who discovers his passion and affection for his white friend. Adam's Spring of Interracial Love Spring approaches with warming sun melting the remaining snow, robins show up, flocks of migrating birds are overhead homing in on northern summer nesting spots. The air is fresh, still cool but surely the warming rays foretell the comfort of summer days, picnics, bon fires at the lake, vacations, and afternoons with friends and neighbors. All this Adam looked forward to. Adam, me, is a typical mid twenties guy, out of college holding a bachelor of science degree, and working whatever jobs he can get in the current economy. He earns most of his money in the underground economy that is growing rapidly, nothing illegal like drugs, just making money that can't tracked for taxation. Not a fitness freak, I am healthy, like to walk and bike for exercise, have a little excess weight but I do have a waist. I eat healthy and do give into temptation - pizza, burgers, but not more twice a week. I like beer, probably a hold over from college, and do have a pallet that enjoys a good scotch as well. Scotch taste and beer budget, that's me. I'm told that I'm a chick magnet, but I'm not into the dating scene, clubbing, playing relationship games, I'd rather cut to the chase. Truth is, the chase I cut to, is my homosexual desire. No one knows I'm gay, but I'm also sure some suspect it. The only friends I have are guys and most of them are gay; I don't hang out with gay guys who flaunt being gay. My parents have a lake cabin on a couple acres of land, I live there almost rent free, I do have to keep the property clean, mowed, and presentable. I'm the youngest in the neighborhood and almost everyone else is thirties and forties. Only a couple neighbors are single and they have girl friends. Recently, I've found an attraction to a guy I met at one of my paying jobs. He has some behaviors that cause me to think he is gay but I don't push the issue. I told him about a party Saturday at the cabin telling him to come down if he felt like it, he seemed interested and plugged the address into his maps app. Saturday arrived with sunshine and comfortable temperatures, perfect for a spring bar-b-cue party. Those coming would arrive around two in the afternoon giving me time to get food onto trays and staged in the refrigerator. I put beer in one cooler and soft drinks in another. About noon I was able to clean up, hit the shower, shave, and dress. Weekend dress is usually jeans and sweatshirt on a warm spring afternoon and today was no different. Shortly before two, a couple cars pulled up, the usual crowd was filtering in. The first car held three friends who were mostly straight, mostly meaning they preferred girls over guys but would swing the other way if they felt like it. The second car held two guys who were gay and a couple. A few minutes later another car with another gay couple. Then about ten minutes after two, a car I recognized as Bret's parked. Bret is my work mate whom I'm feeling attracted to. Since he was new to the group, I took ample time to introduce him to everyone, get him a drink, and get him comfortable. I think he figured out that most of the crowd was gay, or bi, yet he didn't say anything one way or the other. I got the burgers on the grill and laid out the fixings, chips and dip were out already with beer and soft drinks. While I checked the burgers, Bret walked over to grill. "Hey, Dave, thanks for inviting me. This is a comfortable group to hang with. I don't know how you knew, but I am gay but sometimes have trouble being myself." "I wasn't sure, Bret, just noticed mannerisms. If you're comfortable, then just let things happen. By the way, I asked you to come because I like you and feel an attraction." I hoped I hadn't gone too far but the truth was out. Bret just looked at me with smiling eyes, I guess the feeling was mutual, I hoped. "We'll see what happens," Bret remarked. "Keep your eye on the burgers not my ass." I wondered how he suspected that I liked his butt, I guessed it was round, firm, and tight, not easy telling in loose fitting shorts. I was hoping for a long, firm, thick cock also. The party continued into the evening as usual. The drivers quit beer and switched to soft drinks, Bret was still enjoying beer, that was a hopeful sign. Folks started loading up and heading home by 9:30 in the evening. This group was great to party with because they helped clean up the mess. After the last car load left and it was Bret and I, we grabbed another beer. "My rule, Bret, no drinking and driving. I won't let you get in your car and drive unless your sober." "Well, truthfully, this is my fourth beer all day, I'm not drunk. I am staying because I feel comfortable with you. When guys find out I'm gay, they start hitting me like I'm fresh meat. I've been picked up a couple times but I didn't enjoy it. You are just letting me hang out and not trying to get me naked." "Does your family know your life choice?" I was concerned for him, his admission had all the ear marks of risk. "No, hell no. They think I'm saving myself for the right girl. They are religious and there is only one kind of sex." Bret was nervous and it sounded in his voice. "How did your family take?" I reached out to Bret, put my arm around his shoulder. "My family is pretty liberal but they didn't take it well at first. They thought I was going cross dress, and go flaming gay. That was my parents thought, my sister was a lot more cool about it. My parents have finally accepted my choice." With my are around his shoulders, Bret leaned into me, "This the most relaxed I've been in weeks. You make me feel good, happy. I want to feel this way all the time." "I wish people would accept me." Bret was tensing up while speaking these thoughts. "I'm accepting you, you are still here, I have my arm around your shoulders, you are leaning into me. Are saying that is not accepting?" I wanted to be soothing and at the same time direct, Bret was conflicted about himself. "Bret, I think you are in a state of denial still. You know you are gay but you don't want to accept it. Its something we all go through." Bret sighed loudly and straightened up a bit. "You're just trying to be nice because you want to fuck me! I'm just an ass with a hole. Everyone is the same and you too." I slipped my arm off his shoulder, stiffened a bit, "I guess you have made your decision, since you're not drunk, you can take off. I'll see you in a couple days at work." I stood, started cleaning up the coolers, putting the beer and soft drinks in the refrigerator with the other left overs. "I've ruined it haven't I, Adam? You were trying to be honest and I didn't want honest. I wanted to believe what I wanted to believe. Can I stay?" There was a hint of pain and crying in Bret's voice. "That is up to you. I like you but you're head just isn't screwed on tight. We could have a fun night but I don't think you're ready for that step." I continued cleaning the coolers, dumping ice, rinsing them to put away. "I don't like bottom." Bret's statement was very of fact. "I don't being used for my ass hole by ass holes. I do like top and am pretty good at satisfying a guy." I had not heard any clothing noise while cleaning the coolers. When I turned to Bret, I saw him naked in the middle of the room. His cock was hanging semi limp at almost eight inched long and it looked thick. I wanted to be nonchalant about seeing his cock and letting him see my desire for a big one was fulfilled. I grabbed my beer and took a drink. "Okay, Bret, what do you have in mind?" "I just want you to see me. I'm not all cute butt. I have a tool designed to fill an ass full." I took another drink of beer while looking into Bret's eyes. "And, you're thinking that I'm impressed with your cock, maybe afraid of it? Bret, you have a lot to learn about being gay and about your cock. Pull up your pants and sit down." Bret was still in defense mode, "So, I am too much for you, you can't take a real man." "Let me add, shut the fuck up!" I was getting pissed at his behavior, so insecure about himself, he was acting a fool. "You met Steve today, right? And, you know the stories about big black cocks, right? In Steve's case they are true and he is bigger than you. Are you catching on you insecure fuck head? Grow the fuck up!" I wasn't sure, maybe I'd gone too far. I watched as Bret bent to pull up his pants noting what appeared to be shame on his face. "Steve is a careful and considerate lover. It isn't about pounding cock up someone's ass, its about creating a condition in which a man or woman wants to feel you inside them. I want to feel your cock inside me but not until you learn that sex isn't just fucking." "Adam, how do I learn that?" Bret's voice was soft, his eyes cast down slightly avoiding my eyes. "You have already begun the lesson. Men and women both enjoy foreplay. Maybe foreplay leads to sex, maybe it leads to mutual masturbation without penetration. How did you feel with my arm around your shoulders?" Bret's expression brightened. "That was foreplay? I enjoyed your touch." Bret was now being inquisitive, like the lights were coming on. "No, that was not foreplay but it could have lead to foreplay." Bret came to the table where my beer was resting. He carried his beer with him, took a sip, sat the beer down, and sat himself. I followed his lead, sipped my beer and sat across from him. "Foreplay is sensual touching, hugging, kissing, letting hands explore one another's bodies. It is opening up to feeling the other feeling you and getting turned on because your partner is turning you on and getting turned on. I'm guessing, you've never had foreplay or you didn't know how to react to it." "When someone touches me, I get nervous. I feel like all they're doing is trying to get me ready to fuck." "Well, that is part of it. If you come off as cold, all you get is fucked. You don't enjoy being a bottom, you already told me that, have you ever been a top?" "I tried once but the guy said I trying to hurt him." "Bret, sphincter muscles and the anus cannot produce natural lubrication. You have to prepare a guy to receive your cock. If you just try gabbing into him, he will throw you off. I like big cocks in me, I want to feel stretched and full. I like bareback anal and feeling a guy cum in me. That is a great pleasure to me." "Will you teach me?" Bret was being sincere in his question and deserved an answer. "Yes. But first we have to take care of hygiene. We all take hot showers, use soap, wear clean clothes but anal sex requires we are extra careful to clean our sphincter, clean our anus, douche to remove fecal matter from our anus. You have to make sure no scat is present. You want to go to the bathroom and learn about hygiene for anal sex?" "I'm doing any anal douche, that's fucked up. I'm not sticking some water hose up my ass and turning on the tap." Bret went right back to his defensive mode of communication and I had my fill. "Bret, time for you to go home, you haven't heard a word I've said tonight. You are stuck in defensive mode, you don't want to learn. You are hung up on some kind of phobia that you have to overcome by yourself. I can't break through your shell until you're ready to come out of your shell." "Yeah, okay. I think you're talking crap anyway. Fuck you, good bye." Bret grabbed his jacket heading for the door. As he was leaving I said, "I hoped you would fuck me good then say bye. There are many good articles online to help you understand anal sex, read some. I'll be around." I closed the door as he jumped into his car and sped away. ******* It was several days later that I went to work at my part time job where Bret also worked. I was getting into the daily assignments doing a lot of grunt work today. Bret was supposed to be on too, I asked where he was only to discover he hadn't come to work for a couple days. Something about having to get over a bad cold or flu. I was quite sure he was sulking, maybe he was checking out articles about enjoying gay sex, or he was just being stubborn about facing me. Another weekend came, this weekend Steve and I had a date that would last the whole weekend I hoped. Steve got to the lake about 7:30 Friday evening, we planned to hit a couple night spots and work our way back to the lake. "How did it go with Bret," Steve asked. I answered with the truth, "I wanted to him to fuck me, he is nicely endowed, no competition for present company though. Your hardware and skill is not about to get beaten." Steve and I were not exclusive, we liked to enjoy other opportunities but I knew him well, knew how to please him, and knew how to please me. As we left, I gave his package a squeeze, "I'll squeeze harder later." The first club was not considered a gay club although many gay couples went there. It was a club of patrons who didn't care about sexual orientation. The music was R&B and Jazz mostly with some soul thrown in. Drinks, even on weekends, were priced fair and they served a good mix of hot snacks and light meals. Steve and I got a patty melt platter and beer. We were talking, checking out the crowd and visiting with different people we knew. We never stayed at any one place longer than a couple hours, tonight was no different. Around 10:00 we left for the second club we planned to visit. As we were leaving, I noticed Bret walking in with a fairly attractive young woman. As we passed each other at the door, I made sure to say hello and tell him he missed a couple days work, we were busy, and could have used his help. Bret didn't say much other than hello. "Steve, that boy is way fucking confused, I think he is off my list. Lets hit The Spot." The Spot was our next destination, it is a gay joint with a good mix of gay men and women. It is the place you go to mingle with average gays and the flaming flamboyant cross dressers and dykes. It is The Spot. We arrived about 10:45 and saw a line waiting to get in, "How long is the wait," Steve asked the doorman. We learned it would be over two hours, this knowledge made us change plans as we loaded back into the car heading back to my place. Steve piped up, "I should have remembered it was freak night, that's why the place was busy. I hope your not upset we didn't get in." Steve was being his usual self, thinking about the other person. "I am not upset, besides, I know where you can get in without waiting, but we have to get back to my place first." I laid my hand high on Steve's thigh to find his cock snaking down. "I can put this one eyed monster to good use," I squeezed his cock a little and felt it respond. "Adam, how do you really feel about me? I mean color, I'm black." I looked at him as we drove. "I like you because you care about your partner, want your partner to enjoy sex with you. It isn't like you just want to get off, you want us both to get off. I'd be a liar to say I don't see you as black; however, I prefer to see you as a sensitive gay man who can make me feel the joy of gay sex. And, your magic wand, your joy stick, your big black cock, is a thing of great pleasure to me." Steve remained quiet for most of the rest of the ride. As we pulled into the drive at my house on the lake, he finally spoke again. "Adam, I don't want to frighten you, I am attracted to you more than physically. I think I could have a life with you." He looked at me with a mix of fear, lust, and love. It was not a combination I was used to. "Steve, that does not frighten me. My worry is that with the job market tight, I may not get a good paying job soon. I'd be afraid to have a lover and not be able to provide my fair share. I'm living here because it unburdens my parents, I just barely pay bills and buy groceries." "How would your parents react to you having a lover who shared costs with you? I mean me living with you and sharing costs, and sharing ... well, sharing." Steve said this as we unlocked the door and entered the house. "That would be a big step, a step we can explore after we've had the night to think about it. I feel much affection for you too, Steve." Closing the door, we embraced each other, shared a warm kiss that foretold more passion. Steve's passion was already beginning to show. Taking each other's hands, we walked toward the bathroom for a shower. "Steve, let me see you in the shower, I want wash your body and get clean for you. I can't tell you how much I want to make love with you, have you in me deep and warm. Are you ready?" We stripped our clothes leaving them in one big pile, something like we were going to be soon. We showered together letting the hot water loosen our muscles. We soaped each other paying careful attention to our very special areas. Earlier, I had douched several times to rid myself of dirt in my ass but slipped another douche in just in case. Steve was not offended by my action, he knew it was hygiene and wasn't really dirty. As we stepped from the shower and began drying, Steve tried to poke a little fun at me. "Slow down Steve, I'll take care of that raging tube steak, but you need to lube me up." Naked and ready for hot deep, satisfying sex, we fell onto the bed. We embraced, Steve's hard cock was at full length that I knew was about eleven inches and well over two and three-fourths inches thick. He humped his hips against my cock, his magnificent man meat rubbing against my stomach. We explored our bodies, touching, feeling, tasting, smelling. I was ready to receive the delightful punishment he was going to give my ass. "Steve, lube me up, use your fingers to get the lube deep." Steve squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and spread my ass cheeks. I felt his fingers making my sphincter wet. The same fingers began spreading my whole and making my anus wet as far inside as his fingers could reach. He deposited another glob on my sphincter and rubbed it into me deeply again. "Now, Steve, its time for us to unite." I felt his movement over me as I lay on my stomach. I spread my legs giving him a clear opening. Seconds later his massive cock head was pushing against my ass. I pushed back against him feeling his shaft make initial entry. I involuntarily squeezed against him, the initial entry sent a shock through my body. Panting, I begged him for more. Slowly, Steve entered me. He was spreading my opening and filling my bowels with hot hard cock. He was going slowly allowing me to adjust to his size. Even though we've fucked many times, it always took time for me to adjust. After several minutes of slowly sliding in a little out a little and in a little more, Steve was at full length into my bowels. I knew about prostate milking and hoped Steve would keep pressure on my prostate as he did his dick dance on me. He withdrew about half way and pushed back. He wasn't thrusting, just pushing, keeping pressure against me and in me. I knew he was capable of long love making and hard fucking. Tonight he was love making until I begged for him to fuck. I have no idea how long we were making love, the pressure on my prostate was building and I knew soon I would be leaking much semen as my prostate got milked. "Oh Steve, please, fuck me now. Give me every hard inch you have." Steve paused a moment as he braced himself on his arms. Then I felt almost his full length abandon me, I was empty and wanted to be full. He knew I wanted to be full and in one swift hard stroke I was full, the air forced from lungs. Driving hard like this, I knew Steve would reach his climax soon, that his wonder wand would blow a huge load of his sperm into my waiting bowels. Adam's Spring of Interracial Love Ch. 02 Some suggested that I bring Bret back into the story since appeared in the original story and just disappeared. The author retains copyrights to this and all stories published under the name 'fadedgiant.' * Adam and Steve had established themselves as lovers and their group of friends and were completely accepting. Adam with Steve continued having parties at the lake with an expanding group of people, some straight, bi, and of course, gay men and women. Neighbors at the lake became part of the gatherings. Even after the falling out Adam had with Bret, he returned to the parties, sometimes with a girl and sometimes alone. No one ever questioned his earlier gay behavior. One particular party Bret started showing interest in Steve. Steve told me about Bret coming on to him, we decided to play it a little. As the party wound down, Bret was still making innuendos to Steve but Steve hadn't taken his bait. "Bret," Steve finally said loud enough for me to hear, "Adam and I are exclusive, we don't want to add a third. You may as well find your own big cock black guy." "Besides, Bret, I'm sure you couldn't handle Steve in your mouth or your ass. He is more man than you can even guess." I moved close to Steve, took his hand in mine, and rubbed his cock with my other hand showing Bret how long Steve hung down his leg. Bret's eyes showed his shock when I rubbed his cock. "No one can be that big, are you shitting me!" "No, Bret, I am that big and Adam is the only man I have ever been with who can take me. Moreover, Bret, we respect each other." "You see, Bret, it is not just crazy fucking and ass full of cum, it is two people who care for the other's feelings." Bret seemed dejected but decided to accept what he heard and left. Adam and Steve got the party mess cleaned up, trash collected, and everything put away. Steve suggested that we have a relaxing hot shower and finish the night with some spring rocking. I was used to his desires and did everything to keep my bowels clean for him. We entered the shower together with wash cloths in hand. As the spray of the water hit us, warming our bodies, I reached the soap and filled my wash cloth with a thick lather. Steve's body glistened as the water rolled off him, I began washing his back. Starting at his neck and shoulders, I rubbed him down with massaging strokes and soaping his back. I rinsed the wash cloth, loaded it with soap again, knelt to wash his legs. Just as I did with his back, I massaged and soaped his legs. My eyes were level with his muscular ass cheeks which he flexed with each wipe of the cloth on his thighs. His legs washed, I rinsed the cloth again, soaped it, and began to work it into his ass. Steve relaxed his muscles allowing me to wash his anal opening and between his legs. I used my soapy finger to explore his sphincter, inserting my finger a couple inches and wiping around. I pushed my finger deeper and felt his prostate on my finger tip. I massaged his little acorn with a back and forth motion then an up and down motion. Steve was learning to enjoy prostate massage although he wasn't into bottom sex. I kept pressure on his prostate for several seconds before releasing the pressure. Steve began to moan loudly as I repeated the pressure massage and release. Within a few minutes he was crying out a strong p-spot orgasm as his cock spewed a strong flow of semen. "Oh fuck, Adam, that felt good. I'm going to return the favor with my cock in your ass tonight. Let me wash you." Steve turned to face me, I was still kneeling when he turned. I was presented with his throbbing cock at face level. There was nothing I could do to keep it out of my mouth. Big as Steve is, I could only take a couple inches into my mouth. He never complained that I didn't take more as he knew his shaft would get plenty of tongue and hand attention. "You want me to come in your mouth? Holy shit Adam that feels good." I kept on with sucking and stroking his mammoth cock then alternated with licks his whole length. One thing Steve liked was oral sex and always let me have my way with him. Today, it seemed Steve wanted to give me his first release in my mouth and I was ready to take it. One advantage to not being unable to take much of his cock in my mouth was plenty of room for his cum and that was usually a big mouth full. Steve gasped, moaned loudly, "Take me in your mouth, I'm cumming." I locked my lips around his big cock head and licked his little slit until I felt him expand. I knew when he expanded like that, he was about to contract and give me his first shot of cum. I was rewarded with several strong shots before he began to relax. I savored his cum and stroked him with my hands to release everything into my mouth. Many guys don't like the taste of cum, I am not one of those guys, and Steve's cum was always thick, hot, and tasty. When he was empty, his cock relaxing, I removed my lips from his rod and swallowed. Standing finally, I said, "Now we can finish washing." I was in the mood for Steve to give me a night of deep anal sex, love making, hard core fucking. Neither of us worked tomorrow and nothing was going to stop us from fulfilling the other's desires. We got out of the shower, dried, and headed to the kitchen for a little snack, an energy boost, for the activities that were about to begin. Although the hour was not late, the ringing phone was a surprise, "Hello, this is Adam." It was Bret. I put the phone on speaker so Steve could hear. "Adam, don't get angry, I can't believe Steve is as huge as you say. Can I watch you fuck? Its crazy but I can't get it out of my head. I won't try to separate you, I just need to see for real." "Bret," Steve began, "you must be some kind of freak fool. If two guys love each other and want to be alone, why do you want to get into their affairs?" "Steve, Adam, what if I came over with Cat? We could watch you and we could fuck while you watched us." "Bret, we're not into group shit," I answered. "Besides, Cat is our friend too. We don't want to screw that up." Cat came on the line, "Adam, I want to see if it is true. No man can be as big as you say and no man or woman could take a cock that big." Steve and I looked at each other. Our kink with each other had gone to some extremes but never to include others. We shrugged our shoulders at the same time. "Bret, Cat, where are you?" "We're on the road about five minutes from you. Can we come?" "Be here in less than ten minutes or the door will be closed and locked." I hung up. Steve and I decided on the conditions and if Bret or Cat violated them, they were out, out of the house, and out of our group. We didn't dress because the affect of seeing his well hung cock would satisfy any curiosity before he even got hard. We consented to heighten the stakes with a little Viagra. It would mean that by morning I'd be in pain from the pounding but with enough lube, I survive. Steve and I didn't do any enhancements often and when we did, it had to be a special occasion. A car skidded to a halt and doors slammed. Bret and Cat wasted no time. Steve went to the door and the effect was what we expected. Bret and Cat looked, saw his sewer pipe cock hanging limp and just gasped a "holy fuck." "We were just having an energy snack to fuel our fucking." We laid out the rules to keep Bret and Cat out of our bed and out of our sex. Steve and I were a bit surprised that they consented. They consented to letting us lock up their smart phones and search them for other hidden devices. "Get naked Bret, you too Cat. Adam and I are going to rock the springs." I noticed Steve was already showing signs of hardness. I grabbed two tubes of lube and Steve's growing cock. Sitting on the bed, I waited for Steve to present his cock to my mouth for some sucking before some fucking. Bret and Cat gasped and moaned as we began our dance of love and sex. They had to remain in the easy chair in the corner of the bedroom but what they did in it was up to them. I was uneasy about displaying for them and I think Steve knew it. "Its okay," he whispered, "relax and enjoy. I'm going to and it looks like Bret and Cat are too." A quick glance over my shoulder and I saw Bret and Cat getting naked quickly. I turned back to Steve to take his cock to task in my mouth. "Steve, I want you in me, I'm ready." Intentionally, I took the doggie position at an angle that made sure Bret saw how large Steve was and how I really was able to take his length and girth. Steve carefully lubed me using several fingers to stretch my sphincter and get lube deep into me. I knew he would lube his mass before trying to penetrate. As Steve pulled his fingers from my ass, he replaced them with the slicked head of his cock. He pushed into me, his massive cock head expanded my sphincter and a cry escaped my mouth. "Oh fuck! Yes, Steve." Another glance at Bret and Cat confirmed that they were locked in a stare as Steve's three and a half inch thick, eleven inch cock began to slide into my yielding ass. Slowly, I was receiving the length, maybe seven inches now. Steve stopped, pulled back a bit and pushed in again, eight inches. This went on for several minutes as I adjusted. Finally, Steve was buried and holding his position. He was waiting for me and I didn't let him wait long, "Now, Steve, fuck me." Steve withdrew about half way and drove into me. The stab was sudden and hard, it made me scream. Before I could adjust, he repeated the action, another scream. On and on this onslaught continued. He was rubbing my prostate and the pressure was intense. Each movement was moving me closer to a p-spot orgasm. Faintly, I heard Bret and Cat fucking. Bret was far from an average sized man, maybe a third smaller than Steve. It looked like Cat was having trouble taking him or she was savoring the moment. Whatever the case, their eyes were locked on the fucking taking place in front of them. The pressure on my p-spot was being sustained by Steve's thrusting into me. He was now taking long strokes almost pulling out before driving back to fill me. He was gasping as he worked into me and I was crying out with each push. I was trying to grip my anal muscles against his massive invader, trying to hold him but not wanting his pushes to stop the massage of my prostate. I was contracting and releasing in rhythm to his strokes. I heard Cat crying in orgasm and for some reason her cum, Steve's violent stroking, combined to give me my anal orgasm. I was screaming out my anal cum. It came very hard and my bowels tried to expel Steve. My cock was leaking semen from the force of my hard push against Steve's cock. I tried to form words but was just mumbling like an incoherent idiot and incoherent I was. As the force my ass cum subsided, I was weak, fell forward on the bed taking Steve, still lodged in my ass with me. Bret spoke, "That was fabulous Adam. I've never seen a man have an ass cum. I must have shot a quart into Cat as she came with you." "Steve, stop. Let me rest before you continue." I felt him begin to withdraw. "No, I want you to stay there, keep me full. Oh fuck Steve I've become an exhibitionist or at least an exhibit." Steve slid his cock back and held himself deeply in me. Cat asked how I felt being so full. My reply was simple, "How dose your pussy feel?" Cat seemed to understand. Although Bret had just cum, he was still fully in Cat's pussy and she was beginning to ride him slowly. Steve took her cue and began slowly working against me. We were not fucking, we were sharing a desire for one another; I knew this would be long and sensuous. Steve enjoyed me being prone, face down and I loved how he was nibbling at my neck and kissing my exposed cheek. He was a big black man with the power to fight off anyone who crossed him, yet in touch with his emotions and not afraid to show them. "Bret," Steve spoke, "this is how we respect one another. We know when one wants to be fucked like a whore or made long sensual love to. Learn this lesson and watch your relationship bloom like a beautiful flower." Steve's short thrusts were gentle and loving. I wanted to feel each stroke but more, I wanted his cum to fill my bowels. "Steve, give me your cum, don't hold it back. Make me full of your seed." I wasn't sure how long Steve would continue loving me and loving my ass but I was building to another p-spot orgasm. I was moaning, squirming into him. "Fuck, I'm going to cum again, Steve. Now, finish me!" With a great deep jab, Steve released his balls in several strong contractions. As he cried out his orgasm, mine hit. I was whimpering from the thrill of his strong emptying into me coupled by my p-spot giving me deep relief and deep release. When I was recovered enough to look, Bret was physically crying as he continued making love to Cat. Maybe he was learning a lesson. Steve was going only slightly limp from his orgasm and was not moving at all. "Adam, let me get you off. Let me taste you in my mouth." Reluctantly, I let him slip from my ass knowing he would be back there again. We kept cleansing wipes neat the bed, I reached for a couple to use on his cock. I was going to take him in my mouth, ass to mouth, but with a careful cleansing wipe first. On my back waiting for Steve to take my cock into his mouth, I watched as he took position. Then came the sweet hot feel of his mouth drawing my cock in. Even after two p-spot orgasms, I was sure Steve was going to have me releasing a load quickly. Steve's tongue licked me from head to balls. I knew he was tasting semen from my p-spot ejaculations and I knew he enjoyed as much as I enjoyed tasting him. I wanted to relax into his efforts, yet his deposit in my ass wanted to leak out, I clamped my sphincter tight to hold his load. I this way, I knew when he did make me cum, I'd explode from my cock and my ass. It would be wet. I heard Cat crying out another orgasm as Bret let go another load. I could only see a little of their action but it was enough to realize they were spent. They caressed and cooed in the throws of their recent orgasms. "God, Steve, I'm ready to cum. Suck me deep and let me fill your mouth." I screamed when my release hit and it hit hard. I didn't have much left after having my prostate milked but Steve sucked me like a straw pulling every drop out and into his waiting mouth. My sphincter relaxed and all Steve had filled me with oozed out in big wet globs. I was completely satisfied, Steve knew it, he was happily satisfied, and we laid together and enjoyed the feeling of our bodies touching. Cat broke the silence, "That was the wildest love making I've ever seen. How do know when you want a hard fucking and when you want sensual loving? I mean, you both are so in tune." Steve and I just smiled as we adjusted to look at Cat and Bret. Steve began, "We know in our minds and our bodies. We pay attention to what the other is saying in words and how our bodies respond. Plus, and this is the biggest part, you have to have respect for each other. After the fucking is done, do you want to wake up with your partner?" "Steve keeps me wanting. Day in and day out, at work I think about him, sense him in my body, in my mind, in my heart. Heart is where I feel him most, well, except when I feel him in my ass." I smiled at Steve, gave him a quick kiss. "And, I'm not through feeling him in me tonight. We have more planned." Speaking next, Bret tried to form his thoughts. "We're all close to the same age. Guys are into conquest..." No, Bret, real guys are not into conquest," I answered harshly. "Real guys our age need to learn that notches on our guns is not a badge of sexual conquest. Are you notching your gun tonight? Is Cat just another conquest? She is a sexy sensual woman, and she is intelligent, witty, a prize not a conquest. You still don't have your head on straight about sex and feelings of respect." I saw Cat getting uncomfortable with Bret's statement and my interruption. She stood, looked at Bret, and spoke very softly, "Am I just a conquest, someone to just fuck?" She began gathering her clothes and went into the bathroom. The shower came on. "Bret, you are one really stupid dumb fuck. Get dressed and leave before Cat gets out of the shower," Steve told him. For emphasis, Steve stood over Bret like a giant exclamation point at the end of the sentence. Bret began to say something. "Just go, now! You have out stayed your welcome," I added to Steve's demand. Bret gathered his clothes and headed out the door mostly naked. The door closed behind him and the lock set against his return. Steve and I quietly waited for Cat to finish her shower. No doubt she was trying to wash Bret out of her mind as much as off her body. "How do you think Cat will react to Bret being gone?" "Its okay, Adam. We tell her simply that we told him to leave. Let her know she is safe with us. Get he a cab if she wants to leave or give her the couch if she wants to stay. Either way, we'll be doing the right thing." "I had the same thoughts but I'm concerned that you won't get all the satisfaction I want you to have tonight." "What about you, I know you want more." "Its like we said in the bedroom. Respect, we have to respect Cat and not just feel for ourselves. Lets just let the night play out. It ain't over till the fat lady sings, no fat ladies around here now." Cat came out of the bathroom, showered, clean, and dressed. "Where did that stupid son-of-a-bitch go? How am I going to get home?" "We invited him to leave, Cat. You are welcome to take the couch or we'll pay a cab ride for you," Steve said in the calming voice he had. "You may not be comfortable with a couple naked gay guys, Cat. But we're comfortable with you. Your call." Cat seemed to stare deeply into our eyes, her emotions began to spill out. "Why do you guys have to be gay? A woman would love to love you both. I can't stay because I know you both want more sex and I'll be in the way even out here on the couch." "Had you not been here, Cat, we'd be in the bedroom with Steve's cock disappearing into me and our noisy fucking driving us both to more orgasms. Look at Steve, he is as ready as I." Cat blushed as her eyes looked at our cocks proudly pointing at her. The contrast of Steve's monster compared to my average size was not missed on her. "Fuck out here, let me watch again. Are the rules the same," Cat asked as she began slipping out of her clothes again. "Cat, Adam and I only want sex with each other, not a third. So the basic rules are the same but since you don't have anything to play with, I'll get the toy box." Steve grinned at me. I still felt a bit uncomfortable, awkward maybe, about exhibiting my sexuality to an observer. I was more than sure that Bret would run his mouth and it wouldn't take long for our core of friends to find a way to close his mouth. He'd brag about having sex with Cat while watching Steve and I. I was rather sure most would not believe him taking Cat's side. I was sure of Cat. She had been humiliated tonight, no talk from her. Steve returned with the toy box, plenty of lube, for Cat and us. Steve had an ability to read the situation sensing that I was still a bit uncomfortable. "Cat, we love our bodies and love making love to our bodies. We have never performed for an audience, you might understand that Adam and I are unsure even after what you witnessed before. Maybe we can loosen up by watching you play." "This is new to me also, Steve. I know Adam is not completely comfortable. You two have an affection for each other shows in your love making and it is just very exciting to watch." Cat took a dildo from the box that was just average in size, examined it, and put it beside her. She took another, longer and thicker from the box. It was not gross in size, just a bit bigger than average. She examined it and set it beside her. She was having fun. Adam's Spring of Interracial Love Ch. 02 Steve sat next to me, we began kissing, fondling each other. I was relaxing and enjoying Steve's body, he was erect and ready as we continued to explore, touch, grope each other. "Steve, I want to sit on you, reverse cowboy, be in control. Lube me and your cock." I stood and bent to give Steve access to my access. He used a large amount of lube on me snaking his fingers into sphincter, making me slick. He was giving my little walnut a gentle massage. He wanted me to have more p-spot orgasms. I felt his fingers leave me, I felt empty. Steve drew me to him, his legs closed, mine open as I backed onto his lap. Steve guided me to his blood filled hard monster. I wanted to be in control but the thought of him filling me made me give into him. I felt the touch of his cock head at my anus, felt my sphincter relax, felt the first surge of adrenaline as his cock slipped in an inch, then two, then three. Holding nothing back, I let my weight fall onto his lap taking every inch in one swift move. I screamed from the sudden impalement and pain pleasure mix. Steve was surprised by my sudden move. My scream must have unnerved him a little. "Fuck, Adam! Are you okay?" Cat was staring as well. I felt my mouth open sucking air, my eyes wide. In seconds, I was contracting against Steve's cock, trying to expel it, grunting against him, semen spurting from my cock as I came from a huge p-spot orgasm. "Hell no! Fuck no! I'm not okay. I'm totally orgasmic." My orgasm subsided a bit, I began ridding Steve, lifting my weight until most his mass was out then relaxing my weight falling back onto him. The strength in my legs was giving out after about eight minutes of this. Resting my weight with Steve's full length and girth in my, he began moving his hips against me. There was very little thrusting in this position with barely a couple inches of withdrawal. I turned my head giving Steve a well deserved kiss for his fulfilling work. "Adam, oh fuck Adam." Steve was mumbling just barely coherently. It was as though he was getting close to cumming. "Steve, are you ready to cum? Don't hold it. Give it to me." I was panting, his eyes were glazed in lust, we both forgot we had an observer. Steve roared, pushed his hips off the couch lifting me with him, then he exploded. The rush of his cum bathed my bowels again. His cock expanded then contracted as his cum exploded out of him and into me. Faintly, I heard another feminine cry. I came back from my feeling of bliss to see Cat arching her hips high into the air, a dildo in her pussy and another up her ass. So, that is why she was carefully examining the toys. My full weight was still resting on Steve, his cum firmly secured in my bowels. As full as I was of his cock and as tightly as my sphincter held him, nothing was going to escape. Happily for me, Steve was still at full staff as I began rotating my hips rubbing him against my prostate, taking pleasure from him, giving pleasure to him. Steve had cum three times tonight and not likely to cum again for some time. I kept the pace slow. I was unaware of time, the only awareness was my ass stretched beyond any belief, pleasure filling me, my p-spot getting rubbed, another p-spot orgasm building very slowly. I took a glance at Cat, she was asleep or passed out from over stimulation. I looked back at Steve to see him still glazed in the eye. "Are you still with me Steve?" I drew my mouth to his lips and kissed him. "Adam," was all he said. Then with no warning, no sound, no fanfare, he released his cum again. The sensation was just enough for me to have a small release of an anal orgasm. It was obvious to us both that tonight was now this morning and we needed some sleep. I lifted my spent body off Steve's, clamping my sphincter tight as I did so none of his sperm would explode out. I found a blanket to cover Cat then went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let my bowels empty of their love lust content. "Come on Steve," I whispered. "Lets get some sleep." I pulled his limp body to his feet and guided him to bed. Fuck, was I sore. Not sure how many hours I slept, I woke with a hard on pressed into Steve's ass cheeks. He was squeezing his cheeks against leaving me wondering if he was awake. I slowly rocked my hips against his ass and felt him respond. I pulled my hips further back so my cock head burrowed into his butt crack. His response told me it was okay to push, I did to feel his sphincter surrender to me. Steve doesn't often open up to being the bottom, this morning he seemed in the mood. I continued to push forward into his anus, slowly, meaningfully. Reaching my free arm, I hugged myself to Steve's back to plant little kisses on his neck and behind his ear. He sighed, moaned softly, then pushed his hips against me. He drew my fully into him. My lover was giving himself to me this morning and we both enjoyed it. I was stroking him at a slow pace wanting to savor each second of our union. My angle must have been just right to massage his p-spot as his groans suggested he might have a p-spot orgasm. "Adam," whispered, "I think it will happen. I think I will have an anal orgasm. Oh fuck, keep doing that." I was encouraged, picked up the pace just a little. My free arm was holding Steve around his chest, I guided my hand to a nipple, it was protruding from his chest. I pinched it then moved onto the other doing the same. "More, Adam, fuck me now Adam." Steve's voice was louder, more urgent, he was on the verge of an anal orgasm. Now was the time to start driving my cock across his little acorn sized prostate and get him off. After only a few seconds of pounding, Steve roared like a hungry bear, his sphincter and anal muscles clamped hard against me. He was grunting like he wanted to expel my cock while squeezing to hold it in place. The roar became a panting as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly. He was having a massive p-spot orgasm. His joy of this union made me quiver. I plowed as deeply into Steve as my cock would go; I gave his bowels my cum. I was spent as was Steve. My cock shrank and slipped from its warm nest that was Steve's anus. Steve turned to me, we embraced, kissed gently, "Good morning," he said. "Thank you for your wonderful morning loving, Steve. You came hard." "It feels like you are still in me. I'm still having little spasms. Only you have done that to me." "I wonder if we woke Cat. Maybe we should go check on her. We've never had a female guest overnight." I got up, as did Steve. He went to the bathroom while I went out to check on Cat. Cat heard us leave the bedroom and saw me come into the great room, I was naked and unconcerned after the previous night's display. "Don't you two ever stop fucking? How do you expect a girl to get her beauty rest?" Still naked on the couch, Cat had a smile on her face telling me she was satisfied after last night. I suspected part of it was from the fucking Bret gave her while guessing that part of it, maybe much of it was Steve and I and the toys she got to use. "I guess we woke you this morning, sorry. Sometimes the morning after is as good as the night before." I began drawing water for coffee and measuring a strong blend that Steve and I like. "I suspect you enjoyed yourself for most of the night even though Bret showed his real stripes." "Bret is okay, immature for his age. He won't be clawing this Cat again, live and learn they say." "You know, he is conflicted about his sexuality." I didn't go further deciding to leave that hanging. Steve entered the room naked as I and Cat. Coming up to me, he gave me a chaste kiss and a hug that I returned. "Is there some kind of magic wand I can wave to make you two straight for a day? You are just too god damn sexy." Cat was eying Steve and I as she giggled, "I hope there is a guy for me who can love me outside of bed." "There is, Cat," Steve answered. "But not in this room. You're a beautiful woman with a body that speaks sex but Adam and I have what we have." "Steve's right," I added. "Steve gives me sex that I crave and I'm sore enough to know it. One thing that might help is writing what you desire from a guy and set your goal to get what you want. You don't have to compromise." We drank our coffee, ate bagels with cream cheese while sitting naked at the table. Afterward, Cat excused herself for another quick shower then dressed. Steve and I took our turns in the shower, separately, then dressed also. It was Sunday afternoon when we were finally able to go out giving Cat a ride to her apartment. With hugs all around, she hopped out. Trying to be gentlemen, we followed her to her door and deposited her safely inside. The rest of the afternoon wasn't anything eventful, we walked around the old hay market square, checked out some new shops, and had coffee and cake at our favorite dive. Some of our friends were out also making for pleasant company. The atmosphere suddenly changed with Bret showing up. We were sitting with a small group when Bret opened his mouth, "You hear that Cat slept with Adam and Steve last night. I dropped her off after they invited her." A couple friends exclaimed they couldn't accept that especially since they remembered Bret hitting on Steve. Steve decided to answer Bret directly. "By the way Bret our phone recorded you begging to come watch Adam and I fuck. Want me to play it back -- here -- now? By the way, you left your T-shirt and underwear after we told you to leave." "Yeah," Bret challenged, "play your bogus tape." I dialed our voice mail, hit play back. "Adam, don't get angry, I can't believe Steve is as huge as you say. Can I watch you fuck? Its crazy but I can't get it out of my head. I won't try to separate you, I just need to see for real." Bret went pale at hearing his voice. "Should I continue the recording," I asked. "You are part correct, Cat did stay the night with us but we didn't sleep with her. So, Bret, why are you being such a sissy boy. Short statement, you are not welcome at our home anymore." Our group was laughing at him and he was completely humiliated, again; he turned quickly and left. As he left, he shouted, "You'll never see me again." Wondering what he meant by that, we were concerned he would do something terminal. We did discover a few days later that Bret decided to move from the state taking a job in the oil fields of North Dakota. Our group continued to meet at the lake into the fall season and when the weather was too cold for the outside, we had smaller intimate gatherings inside. Steve and I never had another night of sex with witnesses and Cat never spoke of what she saw that one night. There are many weekends that Steve gives me a good pounding and I awake satisfied but sore. Still, there are more mornings I awake from our love making feeling happy and fulfilled. Our relationship is maturing with both of us seeking the best for one another. Recently, we began discussing a move of our own, to a state that recognizes gay marriage. "Steve, fuck me!" His massive tool began to slide, filling my bowels. I'll be sore in the morning. Adam's Spring of Interracial Love "Adam, oh fuck Adam this is good. Your ass is so good." "Don't stop your attack, fuck me as hard as you can. Oh fuck Steve, I'm having a prostate orgasm." I began to scream into my pillows as my ass contracted against the driving force that was taking me. I kept squeezing as my anal orgasm washed over me. Steve was starting to cry out telling me he was going to cum and with one more hard thrust, he hit my ass with his pubic bone and locked in place. His orgasm was hitting him hard as he continued to cry out for several seconds. When it was all over, he collapsed onto me, his cock still buried in my depths, his sperm flowing deep into my bowels. "Stay there Steve, don't take your cock from me." I felt his kisses on my shoulders and back of my neck, he was still mostly hard even after the release he just had. My sphincter was sore from the stretching but I was still lubricated. I wasn't sure I was ready for another round of sex although Steve was moving his hips against me in a gentle rhythm. "Take it easy, Steve. You really used me that time, I'm a little sore, squirt some lube around your cock but keep it in me, it feels so good." After giving himself and me some more lube, the soreness subsided; he was gliding slowly into me and returning to full size. I've always been a bottom and Steve made me understand how good it feels to be his bottom. We moved in sync with each other, I was realizing my very real affection for him. "Steve, I really enjoy your company, not just the sex." He was still rotating his hips into me but with longer strokes. "Oh fuck the sex is good. Oh fuck the sex is so good." Steve was building up the pace. "I to us to be exclusive, a couple, I don't want to share you. Will you be my man?" Steve paused in his love making, "I thought you wanted a night to think about. Are you sure? I want that too." He began his pace again, we moaned into each other as he picked up speed. His thrusts were long and deep, not pound into me but building to another release of his man juice into my man hole. "Adam, I'm there, oh fuck Adam, I'm there." He exploded hard and with almost as much sperm as his first shot. We were satisfied. "Lets get some sleep, we're going to be busy getting your stuff down here later." We kissed and passed out asleep. We didn't wake up in time to move anything. Tomorrow?