October 2006

Damon and I were supposed to be working late, but we decided to knock
off early and go have few beers at the bar down the street. We were
both exhausted and pretty sweaty, so after we tossed back a few, I
suggested we head over to my place to get cleaned up and that he could
crash there for the night. Since Damon lived a good hour’s drive away,
he agreed. I let him have the first shower, and then left him sitting
on the couch, wrapped in a towel, watching TV while I went to clean up
myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, to my surprise, Joe was sitting on
the couch, watching a porn flick and masturbating. His towel was lying
open, exposing his heavy, thick prick and full balls. I stopped in my
tracks, my own prick jerking to attention, as the water sheeted off my
body. Damon’s entire body was covered with dark, curly black hair. I
had never seen a guy that area.

At first I just stood there as he kept stroking himself, sliding his
fist up and down his swollen shaft. I swallowed, staring as his
cockhead bulged with each firm stroke. There was clear, sticky pre-cum
leaking out of the head of his prick. It made my mouth water. My own
cock was throbbing, tenting out my towel. I shifted slightly, and a
floorboard creaked under my foot.

Damon looked up, surprised. “Hey, I, uh, didn’t know you were there.”
He quickly fumbled with his towel, trying to pull it up over his raging
boner. I walked forward, dropping my own towel to reveal my erection.

“Not a problem,” I said. I casually wrapped my fingers around my cock
and looked up at the television. On the screen, two women were going
down on a man, slurping and licking his dick and balls and kissing each
other at the same time. “Pretty sexy,” I commented as I began to fist
my prick.

When Damon saw that I was unabashedly jerking myself off, he let his
towel fall open again, revealing his still-stiff dick, and began
pumping it again. I sat next to him on the couch, we both watched the
film as we jerked our pricks in unison. As we were stroking our meat,
I felt him glancing over me so I glanced over at him too, and shifted a
little towards him on the couch.

Keeping my right hand on my own dick, I moved my left hand over to his
and soon I was stroking both of our pricks of the same time. Damon
moved more nervously, but soon he had replaced my hand with his on my
cock. We sat there, casually watching the porn flick as we stroked
each other’s hard-ons.

I was so excited by having another man’s hand on my cock that after
awhile I felt myself getting ready to come. I pushed my hips up,
pressing my balls against Damon’s hand as his fist slipped up and down
my shaft. I was holding his dick like a joystick, pressing my thumb on
the head, my movements becoming more jerky as I neared my orgasm.

“Oh yeah,” I grunted, thrusting my prick into Damon’s fist as I came.
My hot spunk sprayed into the air, raining down on Damon’s arm and my
legs. A second later, Damon was coming too. I felt his dick grow even
fatter and wider against my palm as he came. He must have jerked off
earlier that day because his load was much smaller than mine, but it
still felt nice and warm and sticky on my hands.

“I’m gonna have to take another shower,” Damon said. He let go of my
softening cock and grabbed his towel, heading for the bathroom. “Would
you like to join me?” he asked.

“I’m all over that ” I said, following him into the shower as fast as
I could.

Arthur strolled through the club, checking out all the men as he walked. Some of the men on the dance floor had removed their shirts, and their muscular chests were shiny with sweat, their cocks bulging under their jeans as they did slow bump and grinds with their partners. The music was loud, and Arthur was feeling horny.

As he looked around the club, his eye fell on a tall, muscular black man standing in the corner. He wasn’t dancing, but his body was moving slightly to the music, and Arthur thought he looked sexy as hell. His skin was so dark that it seemed to glow in the dim club, and Arthur could see the large bulge inside the man’s jeans. He licked his lips, wondering if what was inside the man’s pants would live up to his expectations.

Still staring at the man, Arthur leaned back against the bar and let his mind drift back to his first gay lover, Derek, who had been a black man. Arthur had been fascinated by Derek’s huge ebony shaft, so thick and veiny it looked as though it had been carved out of wood. Derek had been uncircumcised too, and Arthur felt his cock stirring as he remembered rolling Derek’s foreskin back and forth, revealing his shiny dark cockhead.

Arthur absentmindedly reached down and stroked his stiff cock through the front of his jeans, moving slightly to the music as he reminisced. Derek’s cock had been so big he had to open his mouth very wide to take him inside, but once he had a few inches of that thick rod between his lips, and his hands cupping Derek’s big black balls, it had all been worth it. Derek would hold onto Arthur’s shoulders as he fed his fat, dark stick into his mouth, pumping back and forth faster and faster until he released the huge load of cum he had been storing in his mouth.

The taste of Derek’s cum had been slightly sweet, but still salty, and Arthur could have drunk it all day. His dick throbbed involuntarily as he remembered Derek drawing his still-stiff nubian shaft from between Arthur’s lips and the way the milky white cum had looked dripping off the fat purple head. Arthur glanced down to see that his pre-cum was leaking through his tight boxer briefs, staining his jeans. The man he had been watching was now watching him as well, his hips moving suggestively. It looked as though the bulge in his jeans had gotten even bigger as his cock crawled up his stomach.

Arthur moved over to the man, and they shouted introductions over the music. The man’s name was Charlie, and he was even hotter close up than he had been from far away. His head was shaved smooth, the lights of the club glinting off his dark brown scalp. He and Arthur started dancing, pressing their hard-ons together as they moved their hips. Arthur’s eyes widened as he realized exactly how big Charlie’s dick was. Even bigger than Derek’s had been.

Less than an hour later, they were back at Charlie’s place, and Arthur was on his knees, peeling open Charlie’s pants to reveal the biggest, fattest black dick he had ever seen in his life. The swollen head was nearly purple, and shiny with pre-cum. His balls hung low, swaying back and forth in their lightly hairy sack. Arthur held Charlie’s prick in his hand, stroking his fist lightly up and down the dark shaft while he tongued Charlie’s heavy balls. Then Arthur moved back up Charlie’s stick, opening his mouth and taking it inside, inch by slow inch. Charlie groaned, placing his hands on Arthur’s shoulders the way Derek used to do. Arthur licked all around Charlie’s shaft, getting the skin nice and wet so Charlie could ease another inch between his lips. Soon he was taking nearly all of it inside his mouth, and Charlie’s balls were swaying against his chin.

Arthur moved one hand down to his own pants. He was too excited to even bother taking out his cock, so he just rubbed himself with the flat of his hand as he sucked on Charlie’s dick. Charlie’s cock throbbed, expanding slightly as he began to come. Thick ropes of cum poured out of Charlie’s cockhead, filling Arthur’s mouth almost faster than he could swallow. Arthur sucked down every drop of Charlie’s cum, and then he felt his own dick pulse against his hand, and he shot his load inside his boxers.

Even though Charlie had finished coming, Arthur didn’t want to let go of that gorgeous ebony shaft. He continued licking it, keeping it wet and shiny, as Charlie chuckled. Arthur rubbed Charlie’s huge cock all over his face, letting the warmth press against his lips. It was a good thing that he had come back to black. He had missed it.

The train clacked rapidly along, and as the car swayed gently from
side to side, Danny felt his cock swelling to erection. He smiled to
himself - trains always had this effect on him. He reached down to
adjust himself, allowing some room for his dick to harden, and gave it
a gentle squeeze, shivering in pleasure as he felt his prick throb back
against his palm. He left his hand there for a moment, pressing
lightly as his cock grew to full hardness, feeling his balls twitch
anxiously inside his pants.

He looked around the car, and saw a man sitting across the aisle,
staring at Danny’s hand, planted firmly over the bulge in his crotch.
Danny looked him up and down, noticing the large hard-on under the
man’s jeans. “You too?” he asked, smiling.

The man grinned and then laughed. “Always happens to me on trains.”
He glanced around the car, but the only people were at the other end,
facing towards the front. He moved over into the seat next to Danny,
and reached down, pulling his prick out of his fly. Danny gaped at the
man’s thick cock, the head covered by foreskin that only served to
accentuate the rounded, clearly defined cockhead.

Danny reached over and pulled the man’s foreskin back, watching his
face. The man moaned softly, leaning his head back against the seat,
as his own hand found its way into Danny’s lap, deftly undoing the
button-fly and then slipping inside. They held each other’s cocks
without moving, just feeling the train swaying as it moved, and their
hot, hard cocks pulsing with arousal.

Slowly, Danny began pumping the man’s cock, moving the foreskin back
and forth over the head. The man’s cock was leaking pre-cum, easing
the motion of his foreskin back and forth over the head. Danny
shuddered in pleasure as the man’s hand tightened around his cock and
began moving back and forth, matching the pace Danny was setting on his
cock.

The moving train added stimulation, the vibrations teasing their balls
as they jerked each other off. Danny’s hand squeezed the man’s
cockhead, watching it bulge with each stroke. His own cock was far
thinner, but slightly longer, so the man’s strokes were longer,
squeezing his shaft from the base to the tip. He could feel his balls
tightening, getting ready to come hard from the excitement of jerking
another man off in such a public place.

As the train slowed, moving into the next station, the men both
groaned simultaneously. Their cocks jerked and throbbed, cum pulsing
from their cockheads. The first jets spurted out, landing on the back
of the seats in front of them, the rest running down their hands,
coating their skin with the warm, milky fluid. Danny rubbed his hand
all over the man’s prick, spreading his cum around before lifting his
hand to his mouth and tasting it, and his new friend did the same.

The doors opened and the men quickly put their sticky cocks back in
their pants, sitting quietly as the new passengers boarded the train.
“And here I thought I was the only one,” Danny whispered, grinning at
the man. They smiled at each other, happy to have found a kindred
spirit.