An Artist from the Past - Sex Stories

An Artist from the Past

... double entendre of the word "ride."

We were only inside for a few seconds when he grabbed me and gave me my first kiss from a thick-lipped muscular, aggressive black man. He had rammed me against the wall as I shut the door and grabbed my ass hard with both hands, pulling our bodies together. He sucked so hard and attacked so ferociously with his tongue that I thought he was going to suck the soul out of me. (Actually, he did take my soul, but that's another story.)

Finally he released and I led the way to the bedroom, removing clothes as I went. We were both soon naked and in my bed. I was a little disappointed. I had heard so much about BBCs that I assumed they were ubiquitous. Not so. He was just a little larger than my 7 1/2, but cut where I was hooded, and thick where mine was thin—"aristocratic, in my wife's words." But, it looked great on his muscular body—particularly the swollen dark head and the slight curve of the shaft resting on enormous balls.

Even after all these years, I can still picture the scene. He wasn't a great lover. Not much foreplay. I was on my belly within a few minutes. He was wrapped and inside within a minute or two after that. But I was already at the edge and welcomed him readily. He did a bit of prep with lubed long strong fingers, easily locating and punching my prostate until I was moaning for him to put it in. He finally pulled me up so my ass was pointed in the right direction, mounted my ass doggie-style. I can still remember ...

... the sting and the pain. It had been a long time. He didn't pause, but in less than a minute the waves of pleasure overcame any feelings of pain.

He began a strong series of long strokes as his large hands cupped my balls and stroked my rock hard shaft to hold me in place. He wasn't into slow slides. It was all bulling in, hard and deep. I felt full and good. I wanted that cock inside me. It had been years since I had been fucked by a man—and days since I had slept with my wife. He re-awakened the pleasures of man on man sex, and I quickly was ready to blast. A big strong bull was taking me to a place that I had nearly forgotten existed since college.

His muscled chest touched my back as he humped deeper and deeper. The announcement of his cuming (in that deep Jamaican, "I'm a cumin, maan. I'm gonna fill you with a load of my baby-makers."), the final thrust, the accompanying squeeze of my balls and the feeling of his hot stuff filling the condom bulb set me off. I hadn't been so aroused in years.

I actually felt the semen flowing up my shaft—an incredibly pleasurable wave of sexual energy, maybe because he was squeezing it so hard. It turned out to be one of the best orgasms and biggest loads that I had dumped in months. I shot a half dozen times soaking the sheet as my semen leaked though his fingers. He pumped a few more times until I had the feeling he was pumping dry. Just making sure that his conquest was duly planted and full. Then, he fell on top and left his ...