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When Fantasy Becomes RealityWhen Fantasy Becomes RealityLewis was Nigerian in origin but we had become friends in the gym.But there was a complication in all this: I found him sexually attractive. I couldn’t look at him without imagining sucking his big black snake cock. He would just be running around the gym and I just could not help thinking about pulling his shorts down and taking his cock in my mouth.And when we met in the locker room showers, I couldn’t take my eyes off his huge, monstrous cock, causing my shy little cock to shrink inside my balls sac.Imagining the tasty of his cum overflowing from my nostrils and the corner of my lips when his ejaculation hits my deep throat.And for a bisexual man that was quite disturbing.It got even more disturbing when, my imagination, had me kneeling behind him in a hotel room, licking his ass, and loving it. When I was home, if I was alone I often had to unzip my jeans, take out my cock and masturbate. I fantasised about him wanking in front of me, cumming in my mouth. But the worst part was when I found myself wanting that shiny, black body all over me. As the years went by, my fantasies changed and I now wanted to be fucked by him. I wanted to feel his excess upholstery d****d all over me as I knelt and he mounted me doggy-style.It would never happen, of course, so I was safe in my debauched imagination.It came as a surprise to me to find myself that Saturday driving to that club. The bar was only half full and I didn’t know anyone so I just sat and drank red wine.He came on at about nine o’clock and we talked for an hour, telling stories about his upbringing.He was actually more entertaining than I expected. And yes, I did get turned on watching him waddling around with the baggy trousers of a dark suit flapping around his buttocks. I imagined his balls and cock swaying inside the loose boxer shorts he probably wore. Or were they cooped up in tight white underpants? istanbul escort Whatever was the reality, it was his business, not mine.The crowd dispersed quickly and soon there was just him and another guy and me. He called me over.”Haven’t you got a home to go to?” he joshed loudly. “Come on, everybody’s buggered off, so who’s going to keep me company, a lonely guy far away from home?” I smiled uncomfortably.”Seriously,” he said, turning to the other man. “Peter, how about a nightcap at my home?”Peter made some excuse, so Lewis turned to me.”How about you, young man?”I drove him to his home and he insisted I go in and have a drink with him. “My room,” he said into my ear. “Got a bottle of scotch”I was as nervous as a schoolgirl as I entered the room – I could have said schoolboy, but I was thoroughly in feminine mode by that time.The only furniture was a two-seater settee and a coffee table, so we sat together and Lewis poured two very large whiskies.”Bottoms up,” he said jocularly. “Odd expression, isn’t it. I wonder to what they were referring, whoever coined that phrase.”He had a rather pretentious way of talking. I laughed briefly.”Still waters run deep, eh?” he observed. “You’re a quiet one. If I didn’t know better I might think there was something going on in that mind of yours.””Such as what?” I asked nervously.”You remind me of myself many years ago,” he explained. “Sitting with a friend of my Dad’s. And the next thing he asked me was, ‘Would you like to suck my cock?’ So…”I laughed again.”And would you?” he asked, looking quite serious.”Would I what?” I stammered.”Would you like to suck my cock?” he repeated, looking into my eyes. “I think you would.”With that he leaned over, put his big arms around me and kissed me. I kissed him back timidly and his big right hand enveloped my cock and balls.”Talk to me,” he said quietly. “I think avcılar escort you’ve got things to tell me. Or shall I guess?”I nodded.”No,” I said. “Not exactly.””Tell me, then,” he said tenderly. “It’s okay. No one will know about this and it’s an opportunity to have an… enjoyable time. Get something off your chest. Or maybe I’ll wank on your chest, would you like that?”Suddenly I was seized by a reckless urge.”Yes, I would like you to wank on my chest,” I spurted. “And I would like to suck your cock and lick your arse and I want you to fuck me. To be honest I have always wanted to have sex with you.””Well, you’re nothing if not honest,” he replied, both offended and amused. “I may have to put you over my knee for that.”One minute later we were both naked and I had the most wonderful erection ever. Lewis was hard too and I looked at his cock in fascination.”Come here,” growled. “I’m going to spank you.”He pulled me across his lap and I felt his stiffness against my stomach as he slapped my arse. I was almost delirious with lust and when he put his finger in my mouth and then up my arse I thought I might die of thrills.”Okay,” he said. “Suck me now.”I knelt between his legs and took his shiny black rod in my mouth. He lay back and luxuriated in being serviced, the black hair in his armpits sending shivers of lust through me.”On the bed,” he said suddenly, and we tumbled onto the soft mattress, kissing and holding each other’s dick. He manoeuvred himself on top and I loved the bulk of him. He squeezed his thighs between mine and I felt his cock probing around the place. My hands wandered his shoulders and back and then I was squeezing Lewis’s buttocks and pulling them apart and all my fingers were lodged in his crack.”So, you want to lick my arse,” he said, rolling off and lying on his back, pulling his legs up so his dark cave was looking at me.”Lick my arse,” he said simply, şirinevler escort and that simple, powerful request sent my lust levels through the roof.I licked his crotch and his balls and I sucked his scrotum. And then I entered the pit of depravity. My face was buried between this man’s legs and my tongue touched his anus and then I was lost in a dream world, licking his arse as he moaned with pleasure and stroked my head.”Oh my god,” he said breathlessly. “I’m going to come here every Saturday just so you can lick my arse.””Don’t forget to fuck me,” I said cheekily.”Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “Don’t worry about that. Do you need a lot of lube?””No,” I replied. “Just a little cream should do it.”Lewis got off the bed, went into the bathroom and came back with a fingerful of something pale yellow.I lay on my back and he lubed my hole, then the end of his cock. I lifted my legs high and wide as the ebony man-mountain positioned himself above me. The flesh was hanging and he had nice tits. I sucked one and he groaned.”You’re a dirty bitch,” he said happily, and then with one firm push his penis was inside me, hard and fat and long. The indescribable feeling possessed me as he rode me strongly but with a gentleness that was quite charming. He was making love to me. His wonderful erect cock was inside me and I was being fucked by a strong, heavy man, but he was also doing it with love. My feet were on his back, my legs wrapped around him, submissive and loving in return.”Come inside you?” he asked.”Yes. I want you to,” I replied.A few second later I felt his cock convulse inside me as his spunk left his balls and powered up though his cock and into my arse.As he collapsed on top of me I was submerged by his smooth, shiny skin and I felt around again for his arse, that terrible, forbidden part that I had licked like a whore with no shame.”You’re not in a hurry, are you?” Lewis asked, looking into my eyes.”No. Why?””Because I think I want to do all that again in a few minutes.””What? Spank me?” I said happily.”If you like.””Kiss me?””Uh huh.””Get me to suck you?””You’re great at that.””Get me to lick your arse?””You’re even better at that.””And fuck me?”Oh yes,” he said firmly. “I’m going to fuck you again.”

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