This section was personally written by Breck Stewart.

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

This erotic fiction I came up with and the characters depicted are pure fiction and have nothing to do with my own sex life. None of those events ever took place except in my imagination. In the different erotic fictions I wrote, I created a variety of men of all ages and race, having unsafe sex with countless men. So in all of them, no condom is used and AIDS doesn't exist. I certainly don't mean to encourage unsafe sex so please be careful. There, enough said. Now, enjoy...

Black Stallion

What a long boring day it was! I just didn't feel like going to work today but did anyhow and everything that could go wrong did. I am so pissed at everything and everyone. That's it, I'm taking the day off tomorrow, even if it is only Thursday... And I've got this urgent lust I can feel in my groin and ass. I haven't had sex for a while and it is high time I get myself a man to play with. But how in the hell am I supposed to find one? In a gay bar? Nope, that's way too much work.

My usual fuck buddy is out of town so that's out. Those phone hot lines? Well, the few times I tried, I ended up meeting a troll even Frankenstein would have been disgusted with. Only one other alternative, the bath house... Sure, it's a bit sleazy and even considered low class by some (not me!) but it sure as hell serves its purpose. Guys in heat looking for easy sex. I might even get lucky tonight. God knows I need some serious stud flesh.

Once I get there, I'm a bit disappointed to find out that there aren't that many guys. Well, it only takes ones is my motto. So I strip, making sure to stay naked long enough so that as many men as possible will see me. I start by taking my shirt off, peel my jeans and finally my underwear. Then, I go around a bit, stark naked and acting as though I had to get somewhere.

But of course, by doing that, I make sure that everybody sees me and what I have to offer. I believe in not wasting time and if they wanna know what I look like from head to toe, they will even before they think about it. So, the towel comes on only after a while and I have to admit that I'd rather go around naked the whole time than having that stupid towel around my waist.

Well, I decided this time that the towel would not come in the way. So, I just decided to go around naked through the main lobbies. To say I attract attention is putting it mildly. I mean, even though a bath house is a place for sex, most guys wouldn't dare go around without that white towel we're given at the entrance. Well, today I do. I am naked and relishing every minute of the reactions of guys who can't help but stare at me. I love it! But what I love even more is to have sleazy sex with a gorgeous man and that's what I'm here for. So, any takers?

It seems my tactic of being nude doesn't work very well. No one dares approach me or it seems that way. So, I tell myself I might as well go for the kill, choose the one I want and go after him. I pass in front of every little rooms guys rent there and then, I see him... He is EXACTLY what I want right now: a gorgeous black hunk with broad shoulders, narrow hips, round bubble butt and a muscle definition it seems only black men could ever hope to achieve. He's the one I want, right here and right now! Well, will he want me? I decide to find out.

I stop in front of his room, the door is wide open and he sits with his legs apart, his ample chest and torso facing me and the "white towel" covering his family jewels. I look directly into his eyes and smile. He smiles back and that's my cue: I just get in and close the door behind me. I let him take a good look at me by making the light brighter. I then take a very long look at him and admire the view.

He is really handsome, his ebony skin all luscious, his muscles rippling and flexing but he knows now that I want to take a look at his equipment. I mean, you've heard of that old cliche about black men having enormous dongs? Well, I can say that, although it sure as hell is not always true (I've seen a few black men having a small one...), in this case, I was not in for a disappointment. I was sure his dick was the perfect size as I could see the shape of it through the towel. I wanted to smell it, feel it, taste it and drink everything coming out of it...

He stared at me from head to toe and I could feel his piercing eyes probing every inch of my flesh. He made me understand to kneel in front of him just using his eyes. I happily obliged, eager to worship that beautiful piece of manhood standing in front of me. He stood up in all his glory and dropped his towel, allowing me to finally see his penis. What a gorgeous piece of equipment he had, at least 8 1/2 inches long and getting harder by the second. It was thick and round, uncut with the foreskin loosely covering the head. It was beautiful. I was completely mesmerized by the view in front of me, waiting for his instructions.

Without even talking, we both knew that he was the top and that I was completely at his mercy. I was trembling from the excitement and couldn't wait to taste him. But it would be a while before he would allow me to put my mouth on his dick. Then, he just said: "smell it" and I took a big sniff. I was getting drugged up with that scent of man flesh and couldn't get enough, sniffing his dick like I was a dog in front of a bone.

He started to caress the back of my neck, gently indicating me where to smell. Then came the order: "stick out your tongue" which I did. He finally gave me permission to put my tongue on it but not to put it all in my mouth. He wanted me to explore it using only my tongue. The taste of it caused shivers in my own cock, now swelling with precum and rock hard. I could feel he was really into having a white boy worship his cock and I was so happy to be the one doing it.

Finally, after a while, he gave me permission to take it all in my throat and I shoved it in all the way, too eager to even wait to get used to it. I choked a bit as my throat was not ready for that invasion. But I concentrated on relaxing and finally, was able to hold it in my throat all the way, my nose pressing against his pubic hair. I was in heaven, with that big dick in my mouth. After a few minutes, he started to fuck face me, using my mouth to jerk off his piece of meat. He pressed my head against the wall and told me to put my hand behind my back. There he was, face fucking me, taking his cock all the way out and then shoving it all in, really letting me feel the stiffness and texture of it.

My asshole was now all moist and relaxed and he could feel I wanted his big meat in it. He ordered me to get on all four, ass in the air and told me that I would get the "fuck of my life" and I wasn't about to argue! I could see, in the mirror on the wall of the room, his huge dick up in the air, just at the crack of my asshole, massaging it with the head. The sensation was incredible. He was teasing my asshole on purpose, penetrating it slowly.

I was trying to swallow it with my asshole muscle, sucking it in. Once the head was completely inside, I couldn't help but let out a big moaning sound of satisfaction. I wanted more! The sight of that muscular black man with his black dick getting ready to rape my white-boy asshole was such a turn-on that I had to really concentrate on not cumming too fast.

As he was pushing his dick inside deeper and deeper, he was driving me crazy with his dirty talk: "You're mine, you hear me? That white bubble butt is mine. I'm gonna plow it with my giant black meat. I'll rape you and you'll want more...". By now, I was shaking with anticipation, waiting for him to start moving and use my hole as a dumping ground for his load. Once he was all the way in, he stopped moving and stayed like that for a few minutes. He knew that it would drive me completely crazy, getting me even more under his control. Then, he said: "I am all the way inside of you now.... You are completely mine to use. Your asshole is my property and I'll treat it and fuck it like I wish....".

So, they asked us some questions and also took pictures. It was a lot of fun to me, I have to admit. For a couple of minutes, I felt like a star even if I am still far away from that. Then, the director asked them to leave but he had to really insist as I got the distinct feeling the journalists thought they would be allowed to stay and watch. I was really scared they would convince the director but thank God, he knew exactly how we all felt and wouldn't allow anything to come in the way of our performance.

He started to pound me slowly at first but then, gradually speeded up the tempo. Each time he would get his dick all the way in me, he would really shove it in, letting me feel the impact of his dick inside and then bouncing back on my butt only to shove it in even harder. I felt like my ass was a punching bag and I enjoyed every second of it! All the time he was fucking me, I was watching him in the mirror from the side and couldn't believe how lucky I was to get my butt whipped by such a gorgeous black man! It was quite a sight to see him, his muscles all tensed up, thrusting his hips forward as if trying to get his whole body inside me while he sweated profusely. I was in heaven, licking it off his body...

And he had a lot of stamina, fucking me for at least 45 minutes! My asshole was aching but I held on, knowing that he would have to be the one to decide when he would cum. Then, he pulled out and ordered me to turn around. He told me that he wanted to feed me his cum and I would have to swallow it. I obliged and then, he started to jerk off in my face, telling me to stick out my tongue. Once he was ready to cum, he shoved the head of his dick inside my mouth and shot such a big load that some of it was dripping out my mouth onto my chin and stomach. As soon as his sperm came in contact with my tongue, I ejaculated instantly all over my stomach, my dick shooting up an endless flow of cum as it had been at least 4 days since the last time I jerked off.

By now, I was sucking on his dick, savoring his juice and thinking how lucky I was to have this hot man's load inside my mouth. While I was still doing it, he was gently rubbing my head telling me I was a "good boy". He started to feed me his sperm that had dribbled on my chin and chest with his fingers and I licked it off. Then, he took me in his arms, gently lifting me up from the floor, making me lie on my back while he was on top of me. He looked directly into my eyes and said: "thank you...". I told him I should be the one thanking him for giving me such an incredible fuck. He laughed and then started to deep kiss me, exploring my mouth with his tongue just as he had done with his dick in both my mouth and ass.

We kissed for a long time without stopping, both of us moaning. His lips were full and luscious and I couldn't get enough. I never wanted that moment to end... I feel asleep in his arms. After an hour, we both woke up and agreed that it was time to go. I was very tempted to ask to see him again but didn't have the guts, afraid of rejection. Then, he surprised me by offering me a ride home and asked for my phone number. He explained to me that he was from out of town, was in a long lasting relationship and had to leave the next day but that he would love to see me again. I gave him my phone number but didn't ask for his, saying that I would rather have him call me whenever he was in town and wanted to get together. He left me home and we kissed good-bye in the car.

As I was leaving, I turned around and saw him give me a big smile. I will never forget the expression on his face at that precise moment. It was full of kindness and there seemed to be, dare I say it, love in his eyes. I smiled back and was startled at my own emotions. I felt a deep sadness, realizing that I would probably never see him again. I honestly felt like I could fall in love with that man in an instant and somehow, was hoping he felt the same. But I'll probably never know. I will only have the memory of that wonderful time we had and the special connection we shared, if only for a brief moment.

I went back inside, still haunted by that face, wondering what could have been if we had met in different circumstances... Then I went to sleep as I had to work the next day, as usual. I know, I said I wanted to take the day off but I can't afford it and anyway, just the thought of taking a day off once in a while is a comforting thought. Life always has to go on but somehow, I was grateful to have escaped the harshness of my reality, even if only for a few hours...

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