Here I am, lying naked on my back on the floor of some guy’s closet. My feet are propped on the door frame and a black man is pushing what feels like two dicks into my, not-entirely-ready ass hole. How did I wind up like this? It started innocently enough. It started with a message.
I had been messaging this guy who had shown interest in my profile. We had been chatting for a little while. Mainly, he would tell me he wants to meet up, and then things would wind up not lining up for meeting. I really didn’t give much attention to the chats at this point. This time, though, things were appearing to fall into alignment. We schedule to meet. It was in front of a grocery store. It’s safe to say that we weren’t looking to have some drawn out date that might end in sex. This was definitely going to end with sex, skip the date.
I got to the meeting point, and sat on a bench. After a few I received a text from the guy saying that he’s almost there. I was half thinking that he was going to flake out, and start looking for the fallback option. I didn’t get too far in the search, because the next thing I know the guy was standing right in front of me. We introduced ourselves to each other. I always thought it was odd when I tell somebody my name in front of a grocery store, on my way back to his place to fuck. Eh, what are you going to do, right? People like to know names. His was Michael.
We were walking back to his place, making small talk; that type of talk that says, “When we can get to a place where nobody can see us, I expect to have your dick buried inside me.” We finally got to what I thought was his place. We stepped inside the apartment, and instantly I started taking off clothes. I figure that we were going to be naked at some point that night anyway; why prolong the inevitable? Before I got too far he motioned for me to follow him. We head into a walkthrough closet. I could see the bathroom on the other side. I thought, “He wants to fuck in the shower? I can do that.” he stopped me in the closet and pulled in real close. He reached behind me and flipped off the light. He then reached around my hips and pulled my pants to the floor. I step out of the pants, and since I always going commando, I stood completely naked.
Standing completely naked, in a closet with this fully clothed black man, in the dark; I started to really like where this was headed. Suddenly he turned me around to face the wall. His hands groped all over my backside. They pulled at my butt cheeks. Then I felt something else back there. That’s when I recall one of his messages saying something about how he wanted to lick my ass.
This man started probing my ass with his tongue. I fell against the door frame to support myself. I couldn’t see a thing since there’s no light. I could feel that tongue in my ass though. I was getting totally explored by this man. I heard some clumsy rustling as he shuffled out of his clothes; all the while cramming that tongue into my chute.
Michael's hands were soon all over me again, and could tell that he has gotten into the same state of undress that I was. I reached behind me to get a feel of what I’m working with. What I grabbed onto gave me a little pause. I started to silently wonder if we had enough lube. What I grabbed onto felt like a loaf of french bread. It was big. It was ‘Texas’ big. That’s when I remembered the other part of his message that’s when I recall the part of his message that said he wanted to fuck me as well.
He maneuvered me onto my back. I raised my legs so this man could have easier access to my button as I was still getting oral ministrations. Never have I ever had this kind of attention paid to my hole; not with someone’s oral faculties.
I had lodged my feet up on the door frame placing my legs spread wide apart. He moved around to get into position to take this all to the next level. I asked if maybe we want to get in a bed. That’s when he let me know that we can’t because this wasn’t his place. It actually belong to his neighbor. His roommates weren’t aware of his proclivity to get guys naked and fuck them. His neighbor worked nights and let Michael borrow the keys to his place every so often. Michael starts reassuring me that I’m the first guy he has ever done this with, and that he has really wanted me for a long time.
So, here I am, naked, on my back, feet propped against he door frame of a complete stranger’s closet. Oh yeah, and there’s a man about to widen my ass with the largest piece of fuckmeat I have had in a while.
Remember when I wondered if I had enough lube. I didn’t. At least not enough so that I wouldn’t notice Michael’s girth. The length was also something to consider, but the width made me try to convince him to take it slow. Oh boy, I felt every inch of that log go into me. I’m not sure if there was ever going to be a slow enough pace when he made that initial invasion. He wasn’t stopping until he was completely inside me too. I wrapped myself around him as he pushed all the way into me. Feet were no longer on the frame. They were wrapped around his back. When his balls came to rest on my ass was when I finally relaxed.
I didn’t get much time to catch my breath though. Michael starts moving in one out. Slowly at first, then he starts picking up some speed. He would stop every now and then to get me in a different position. I'm getting fucked every which way but loose. The way he's going, loose is going to describe my ass after this fuckfest.
The last position we fucked in was standing up. I was standing in the doorway of the closet and Michael was right behind me boring me out. He started moving in that jagged way when a man is about to unload. His strokes started getting deeper and harder. His breath got more labored. He stammers that he's about to... Then, in an instant, he pulled out and started coating my back in spunk. I mean it was like taking a bucket of cum and pouring it out all over me. It almost felt like taking a shower in this man’s dna.
I felt so empty inside. You don't go from getting plowed to totally empty without feeling the sudden emptiness. On the other hand, I was getting coated in this man's genetic material. It was a challenge to remain on my feet. I fell to my knees. Michael was finishing his sprinkler shower to my back. I turned around to get some droplets deposited on my face.
I could hear the exhaustion in Michael's breathing. I could feel the warmth sliding down my back and coating my face. I could tell that we were going to do this again sometime soon.
