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Copyright 1998, Robert B. Morton II, all rights reserved.
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those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on
you! For those folks who may be
offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector - you have been
warned. The following is a work of
fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or
places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.
The
Long Walk, by Rob Morton (M/M, some hetero)
ONE
I
got out of the cab, thanking the driver for the ride. As he sped off on another trip, I stood looking at the rather
small bungalow-style house, thinking about the woman on the other side of the
door waiting for my arrival.
Before
I could knock on the door, it opened to reveal Lynn, her bright blue eyes
glimmering in the reflection of the overhead street light. I smiled appreciatively at her, taking in
her short blond hair framing an impish face, making her look younger than her
28 years. At 5'3", she had to look
up a little, her smile fading just a little.
"What
are you smiling about?" she asked, stepping aside to admit me. I gladly stepped inside - it was a little
brisk this evening and the weather was calling for snow overnight.
"Nothing. Just thinking how much you look like a
little girl." I handed her my
coat, soaking in the welcome warmth of the living room.
"Little
girl my ass," she replied, punching me lightly on my arm. "Want some coffee?"
"Please. It's cold out."
Coffee
was served up and we sat for a moment talking about the day's events. As Lynn talked, I took in her beauty,
noticing for the first time the powder blue, lacy nightgown she was
wearing. My mind was already
envisioning filling her tight cunt with my hardening shaft.
Lynn
sat forward suddenly, her brows furrowing.
"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"
Uh,
oh. "Sorry, hon, I was just
admiring the view," I replied, nodding at her rather revealing outfit.
Lynn's
glare softened as she took in my dark features. "Like what you see, do you?"
"You
know it."
Lynn
got up from her favorite chair, crossing the short distance between us to place
her firm bottom on my lap, further encouraging my cock to sit up and pay
attention. She held my face in one
hand, toying with my tightly braided hair with the other.
"If
my mother could see me, she'd have kittens," Lynn commented, placing light
kisses along my cheeks.
"Why?"
I asked, getting very much aroused. I
could feel the heat of her center, burning like a coal into my crotch.
"Decent
white women like me shouldn't be fucking black guys like you."
I
choked back a laugh with some difficulty.
"Whoever said you were decent?"
"You
motherfucker!" Lynn grabbed a few strands of my goatee and pulled just
hard enough to get my attention.
"And,"
I continued, "I never fucked your mother.
At least not yet I haven't."
My lips sought out and found a certain spot along Lynn's neck, sucking
gently.
Lynn
moaned softly, clutching my head to her neck.
"Mom'll just have to get her own..."
TWO
A
couple of hours later, I left Lynn sleeping peacefully. It was really late and I had to get back to
the city for a few hours of sleep myself.
Feeling pretty good, I had decided to walk. I had spent the last two hours fucking Lynn stupid and was pretty
energized. Making sure the door was
secure I flipped up the collar of my field jacket, jammed my hands in my
pockets, and headed home.
My
thoughts were occupied with Lynn, her screams of pleasure as orgasm after
orgasm flowed through her, her pleas for me to stop falling on deaf ears. I smiled; that was one lady who had
definitely bitten off more than she could chew! I was so absorbed in patting myself on the back for a fuck well
done I didn't hear the car pull up alongside me. A honk of the horn shattered my reverie - and damn near scared
the piss out of me.
I
turned to see a man peering out of the passenger window, which was down. "Need a lift? I'm heading towards town..."
In
an instant, I went from feeling the afterglow of good sex to fully alert and
ready to fight. Most people wouldn't
dream of picking up a tall, muscular Black man in this part of town and at this
time in the morning. For me, anyone who
would got my undivided attention. The
man behind the wheel looked to be in his late 40's, soft and flabby and not
very dangerous. More reason for me to
be careful.
"Nah,
I can walk. Thanks anyway." I turned to walk away, my senses open wide
for any signs of trouble.
"Hey,
wait a minute! Man, it's cold as shit
out here and, look, it's starting to snow."
Sure
enough, I could see the first fat snowflakes beginning to fall. Damn!
Even as I stood pondering things, the flakes began to fall faster,
covering the sidewalk at an alarming rate.
"Well?"
the man asked. "What's up?"
Against
my better judgement - and motivated by the prospect of a long, cold, snowy walk
home, I said, "Sure."
"Cool. Hop on in!" As I slid into the welcome warmth of the car, the driver pulled
off.
"The
name's Allen. Man, it's gonna snow like
a bitch!"
"Rob. Which way you headed?"
Allen
nodded in the general direction of the city looming ahead of us. "Seventh and Church Street."
Good. That wasn't far from where I lived. "I can get out there, if you don't
mind." I sat waiting for any
objection from this guy, a sure sign something would be wrong.
"No
problem," he responded. We
continued on for about another mile or so in silence before Allen broke the
silence.
"Can
I ask you something?"
"Go
ahead."
"How
much would you charge somebody to suck your dick?"
I
knew it! I rolled my eyes
heavenward. Every damn time! Beside me, Allen waited for my answer, so I
gave him one. "A thousand
dollars." There, that should take
care of that.
"A
grand? Man, you look like you got a big
dick, but it ain't worth no thousand dollars!
I'll give you a hundred."
Shit! A hundred bucks? I turned my head just enough to catch a glimpse of Allen looking
at me with great anticipation. Ah,
well...
"Deal,"
I said.
THREE
Minutes
later, we arrived at Allen's place which was rather unremarkable. Suddenly, I was having second thoughts about
this but, stupidly, I'm pretty much a man of my word. If I say I'm gonna do something, I do it.
Impatiently,
I stood in the middle of the room while Allen muttered apologies for the mess
in the room. I wanted to get this over
with, collect my $100 and be about my business. After a few minutes, Allen finally turned to me, a crisp new $100
bill between his pudgy fingers.
"Let's
see the merchandise," he said his voice suddenly husky.
"Sure,"
I said and proceeded to undress. As I
did so, I could see Allen's eyes light up with anticipation, his breathing
becoming a bit labored. Seconds later,
I stood before him naked.
"Yeah,"
he said. "I was right. A damned big dick, a fine piece of black
snake!" He reached across handing
me the $100 bill then fell to his knees, his scruffy beard tickling my stomach
as Allen ran his tongue along the top of my cock shaft. Despite the virtual wrestling match I had
with Lynn, my cock began to rise.
"I
taste pussy. You fucked a woman with
this, didn't you?"
"Yep." No harm in telling him the truth and,
besides, I had the $100.
Allen
stood, practically tearing his clothes off.
"On the bed - hurry."
I followed the little man to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and I caught a glimpse of his
erection - and the devil jumped up on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
"Turn
the table on him! He won't be expecting
it!" Sounds like a good idea to
me...
I
stepped toward Allen, my cock bouncing in front of me. Like a starving man, he began to suck me in
earnest, making the kind of obscene slurping noises you'd expect from some bad
X-rated flick. His hands pawed at my
ass, holding me in place while he gobbled my maleness. I looked down, taking a perverse delight in
seeing my thick cock disappearing between his lips, thinking he was better at
this than Lynn was. That got me smiling
and the devil, who was also sitting on my shoulder biding his time said, "Now."
I
took a small step back, my very rigid cock plopping out of his mouth. In the same motion, I shoved Allen back onto
the bed which such force he slid back until his head hit the headboard. Still in motion, I grapevined his legs with
my arms and lowered my head to his small member. As I took him into my mouth, I had an absurd thought: My dick was bigger than his soft...
Taken
completely by surprise, Allen squealed in protest. "No! No! Stop!
Don't do this!"
I
lifted my head long enough to say, "Shut the fuck up." I returned to sucking his cock, taking the
entire length of him and his balls into my mouth. Beneath me, Allen struggled to free himself, pleading with me to
stop and he'd pay more money if I did.
Fat
chance, Al old boy. Even after a few
seconds, I could feel the tremors running along his cock and, seconds later, he
filled my mouth with his come, which was being kind. It was more like he issued a few, pitiful spurts, not even enough
for me to barely taste. And, for some
reason, that really pissed me off.
FOUR
Allen
lay on the bed, trembling and I stood watching him, my own hardness surging
before me. Looking around the room, I
found what I knew would be there - a well-used tube of K-Y jelly. As a rule, I didn't make it a habit to fuck
other men - I myself don't like being fucked.
Oh, but this son-of-a-bitch deserved to be fucked, especially after that
little dribble of come. Crawling across
his prone form, I reached for the tube.
Allen
followed my hand, his eyes growing wide as he made the connection. "Aw, fuck! No, man! Please! I'll give you the grand! Just don't fuck me!"
"Why? You got the clap or something?"
"No,
no! I just, well, I mean..."
"Then
shut the hell up. Be still,
fool." And, to my surprise, he did
just that. My, this was going to be interesting.
Slowly,
I opened the tube of lubricant, making a grand show of greasing up my
cock. Allen's eyes followed my every
move and I could see, no. I could FEEL
the fear flowing through him. It was
some heady shit, let me tell you. He
knew what I was going to do to him, knew he was powerless to stop me. Finished with the show, I cast a cold look
at him. "Open. Now."
Son-of-a-bitch! Allen did as I
said, spreading his legs and lifting his knees. Oh, my...
I
positioned myself on top of him, my cock poised to tear into him. "Rob, no! Man, please! I'm beggin'
you! I'll give you two thousand! Just don't stick that motherfucker in my
ass!" My answer was to direct my
180 pounds forward at one specific point in space - the puckered opening of his
ass. Allen screamed out in agony as my
knob plunged into him, followed quickly by eight more inches of rock hard
cock. I could hear him gagging and I
leaned forward.
"You
throw up, I'll be very pissed at you, Al." His eyes went wide and he clamped his hands over his mouth.
"That's
better. Now,..." I began to fuck his ass like it was nobody's
business. Funny thing, though. Part of my mind was horrified at my
behavior, really sick at what I was doing.
The other part, well, it was a little busy egging me on. I plowed into Allen's ass with little
mercy. I could feel the little man's
body shake with each hard thrust I put into him.
"Oh,
Jesus, oh shit! Somebody get this crazy
motherfucker off me! Oh, DAMN!"
I
look down just in time to see the load of come spurt out - and did it
ever! This load flew out of the head of
his cock, coming to rest just under his right eye before running down his
cheek. The second blast reached his
eye. I was, to say the least,
impressed. To show my appreciation for
his manly display, I doubled my efforts in his tight, uh, once tight opening,
using my 180 pounds to maximum advantage.
The headboard was banging against the wall hard and loud, right in time
with my strokes.
Another
cry from Allen - I'd long stopped paying attention to them - and a lesser
stream of man-juice flowed from his cock.
Just as well, because I was getting close to creaming his asshole. I withdrew, leaving the head in place and
gave Allen two hard, vicious strokes, burying my cock into his ass up to my
nuts.
"Oh,
Christ! Don't cream me, man! Don't bust a nut in my ass!"
"Too
late," I grunted and flooded his ass in long spurts. The devil, busy getting off himself, told me
to pull out, so I did. I reached down
and pulled on my quivering meat as spurt after spurt landed on Allen.
I
stood, looking down at Allen.
"Hmm," I said.
"Now, that was fun, wasn't it?" I went into the adjoining bathroom and cleaned up, actually
humming to myself. When I came out,
Allen was on his feet and facing me.
"You
bastard. You goddamned, stinking
bastard. You're gonna get what you
deserve for what you did to me!"
Halfway
dressed, I tensed. Without taking my
eyes off of Allen, I finished dressing, stopping long enough to pick up the
$100 bill I'd dropped. "Really,
Allen? And what do I
deserve?" I was ready to defend
myself, if necessary.
"This." I almost hit him as his hand shot from
behind his back but stopped short upon seeing the wad of money, wrapped in a
rubber band. "You deserve all of
it. But, I gotta ask you
something."
Pocketing
the money, I relaxed. "What's
that?"
"Can
I see you again?"
I
turned and headed for the front door, Allen right behind me. I opened the door and stepped through,
turning toward him. "Don't think
so, Al. See, I'm not really into
men. Oh, I like to suck the occasional
dick every now and then, but this ain't my bag. I like women too much."
I closed the door and started home, nodding in great appreciation at the
$4,000 in twenties and fifties Allen had given me.
Finis
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