Men I’ve Had: Dereck

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Author’s note: As with all the other stories in this ‘Men I’ve Had’ series, this is based on a true experience of mine.I was sorely disappointed. In an almost un-heard-of coincidence, my new-found fuck-buddy’s family and my wife and the two remaining kids at home were going away for the same weekend, and I’d been all a-shiver with anticipation of spending the entire weekend in bed with him, luxuriating in the sweet man-to-man loving I’ve come to love so well. But then, just this morning (Friday) he’d called and said he could not now avoid going with them. Sorry. So was I.I called several other men I’d had, but no luck, and had gone by the park after work, but there was no one there — man, woman, child or even a dog. I decided as I had a steak and ale at Patrick’s Pub to try the gym, but it was a long, holiday weekend, and I didn’t have much hope there, either. I would probably end up indulging in a long, luxurious, multi-orgasm session of extremely prolonged masturbation, edging deliciously far into the night (which I always thoroughly enjoy very much!), and try again tomorrow.There was only one patron at the gym — an old man who was no more interested in me than I in him, and so I half-heartedly began a brief workout, my mind much more on the pleasures awaiting me in my own bed than what I was doing there.And then the front door buzzer sounded.The man — and I place sharp emphasis on the word man! — who walked in was something to look at, and I did! About my height of 5’11”, gorgeous athletic build obvious even thru his shorts and vented shirt — and one of the most drop-dead gorgeous, handsome black men — or men of any race or color I’ve ever seen! He stopped just inside the door, and I held my breath, my heart rising to my throat as he swept the room; I didn’t know the man, but I knew the look, and the instant our eyes finally met the breath I’d been holding caught in my throat … we each knew we’d found what we were searching for, and knew that the other knew, too.His eyes held mine for a long time, then with a smile and a glance in the direction of the old man, he moved towards the other side of the gym. I smiled back, and walked over to a machine that was well concealed from the sidewalk by the walls that partitioned off the office space, in anticipation of his coming for me.Each isveçbahis time I glanced his way, he was looking my way, and vice-versa. After a few minutes the old man disappeared into the locker room, and nodded to each of us on his way out. My would-be suitor was walking my way, deliberately and purposefully, before the front door closed behind him, sending goose bumps of sweet sexual pleasure all over me.His approach was polished perfection; the mystery in his dark, smouldering eyes and the confidence in his stride and body language sent warm shivers racing up my spine, my knees feel warm and weak.”You’ve got the sexiest little ass I’ve ever seen on a white man,” his voice was rich and deep and vibrant but intimate and knowing, intensifying the shivers immensely.I gave him my warmest ‘come and get me’ smile and said softly, “I’ll take that as a compliment, coming from a big, strong, handsome man like you!”His gaze melted my very soul. “You like men …?”I let him peer as deeply into my soul as he wished, holding nothing back, and whispered ever so softly and wistfully,”Like a warm, sensuous tidal wave sweeping over me and through me, pressing me back against the covers and filling and flooding my senses with the urgent, intimate heat of his amorous feelings for me and my open, receptive body with his hard, rutting, deep-reaching maleness, bathing my sighing, singing soul with the joyous, wide-eyed wonder of ‘getting it’ from a man I’ve never had … ” Here I paused long enough to lower my eyes and gaze longingly and lustfully at the full, sensuous, Afro-American lips I do so very much adore and which are one of the many reasons I prefer black men on top of me in my bed and in my body, then back up to look as deep and shamelessly into his dark, smouldering eyes as I could, allowing him in turn to peer even deeper into the feverish depths of my soul — to see and know just how completely and utterly I was willing to give myself to him — then murmured ever so softly, “Yes, I like men …”My accepting and embracing and opening and giving myself up in such sweet, unconditional and unreserved surrender to his amorous advances had intensified his hot desire for me immeasureably, and I stood before him, bathing my heart and soul luxuriously in it as he gazed lustfully at me. But he must isveçbahis giriş fully establish and savor the moment of complete, unconditional mastery over me that I was offering:”Even black men …?” he breathed softly.Still looking deep into his eyes, I reached up and caressed the bulging triceps of his left arm ever so softly with two middle fingers of my right hand, as surely an act of worship as bowing before him.”Especially black men …” I purred reverently, my own voice little more than a hoarse whisper by now.It was all the invitation he needed: his hand slipped around my waist and pulled me toward him, and I yielded in sweet surrender, shuddering all over as the lips I craved so urgently first touched mine. I opened my mouth for him and was soon moaning softly into his as his wet, searching, probing tongue took my breath completely away. He pulled me closer and held me tightly, and I could feel him hot and hard against me. I opened my mouth wide and began to whimper softly, giving myself up unquestioningly to his seething ardor as his hands slipped beneath the waistband of my athletic shorts to cup and lift and hold the soft, yielding twin treasures within.When we finally came up for air, he grated huskily, his lips touching mine as he spoke, “I have a big, beautiful, king-size bed with black silk sheets and pillows, with soft music and candles all around …””And a big, beautiful, black man to lay me down and hold me and kiss me and make sweet man-to-man love to me and push the full length of his big, beautiful, black dick up into me and fuck me over and over again all through the night until I know not where or even who I am …?”I could go no further, for his hungry lips had captured mine again, and held them even longer than before, so that I was whimpering and clinging to him and pressing myself against him as he took possession of me with his probing, plunging tongue and strong, searching hands, so urgent was my need for him. We were alone in the gym and concealed from the plate glass front, and I would have gladly let him fuck me or do anything else he wanted to or for or with me right then and there if he’d wanted it.”You want to follow me to my place …?” he murmured against my cheek.”No,” I answered quickly, plaintively, deliberately committing the universally-known isveçbahis yeni giriş ultimate sin for a bottom man allowing himself to be picked up by a top man. “I want to go with you …!” He touched my lip with a gentle finger. “You won’t be sorry,” he assured me, then, “What about your car …?”It was Friday evening. “You can bring me back to it Sunday night — if you’re finished with me by then …” I whispered, shivering all over as the muscle in his jaw twitched. God, how I wanted him to feel him on top of me and moving deep within me!At the outset of the short drive to his place, mi amour noticed my wedding ring and asked — with my hungry hands flowing freely and worshipfully over his magnificent man-body — if I liked to role-play, to fully assume the part of the woman when I was with another man. My heart leapt within me! “Do you mean, to put on the mannerisms — to walk and talk and change my voice and my body language to express my feminine side’s sexual yearnings …? I could hardly breathe — oh, how long had I dreamed in vain of doing just that with a man, but could never find a man who would allow it!”Yes, exactly …” he whispered hoarsely.”Oh, yessss …!” I purred. “You like that …?!” I held my breath. We were at a traffic light at the moment, and he searched my eyes so intimately with his. “The most intense turn-on of all for me with another man — especially a married man — is to have him express his secret feminine side utterly and totally with me and for me — the more effeminite he becomes, the hotter it is for me!”The light changed, and he made his turn onto a darker side street and pulled to the curb. “You’ve never shared that with another man?” he asked softly.”Oh, God, how I’ve dreamed of it, but no one has wanted it.” I replied just as softly.He gazed deep into my soul. “It’s the soft, warm, willing woman part of you that I want to hold and kiss and touch and taste, and to fuck and plant my seed into …” his voice was husky with desire for me.”Oh, darling, you’ll be my first …!” I whimpered in my excitement, leaning toward him eagerly, lifting my face to his as his ravenous lips claimed mine. It was several minutes before we pulled away from the curb.I eagerly allowed my soft, warm, willing feminine side to well up to the surface from deep within me — my voice, my body language, everything at once transforming into the woman I so wanted to be and experience and express sexually.”How did you know, my darling sweet-loving man …?” I asked softly as the car halted at a 4-way stop.

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