humongous: Sammy answered his front door to see one of the hottest
looking
maintenance men that he had ever seen. He was tall, built with broad
shoulders, a small waist, and showing a very pronounced, and
exciting,
crotch. Sammy quickly looked the hunk over and made a mental
decision that
the new maintenance man was one hell of a hot looking man, was
probably
about 27 or 28 years old, but---damn it, ---was wearing a wedding
ring.
Sammy was 30 years old, and stood only to about the shoulder
height
of this adorable hunk of a man, and although he did have a good firm
built,
it certainly was nothing compared to the muscle man that was now
standing
directly in front of him at the front door. He knew that he had
always
admired good looking men in uniform pants, regardless of which type
of a
uniform, but he quickly decided that this particular pair of pants,
with
the bulge that was showing, was probably the hottest looking pair
that he
had ever been up real close to. He quickly noticed that this
specific
bulge was a little more than just a bulge, ---part of what was hidden
inside was actually extending down the left leg. This sure made
Sammy
wonder very quickly if this hunk of a man knew just how much he was
showing, did he care, and of course, with that much in his basket
area, why
didn't he wear briefs, so that he could fold it under and kind of
hide it.
Sammy had some major concerns about if he had noticed and
admired
the crotch area a little too long, and had perhaps been seen looking
down
at it.
"Hi, I'm Jack Jensen, the maintenance man. This is apartment
number 117 isn't it? Are you Sam Wilson? I understand you have a
light
problem somewhere here in your apartment?" "Yea, huh yea." Sammy
managed
to answer. "The ceiling light in the bathroom went out and even
though I
put a new bulb in it, it still won't work. Come on in."
Sammy swung the door open as he invited the maintenance man
in, and
then totally checked his backside out, as Jack entered and went past
Sammy.
"You are new here aren't you?" Sammy asked.
"Yea, just started this week. Fact is, I'm still trying to
remember which apartments are where. The numbering system for this
complex
is kind of messed up to me. It doesn't make too much sense."
"Yea I've always thought that too." Sammy replied, as he eye
balled the tall black, mahogany muscular, broad shouldered, statue
of a
man. He fought to keep his eyes from trailing down to the enormous
basket
area. He did think to himself, "Damn those pants sure are nice and
tight!
Damn, I'd love to feel them! Shit, that looks hot!"
"The bathroom is back here," Sammy told Jack.
Jack followed Sammy down the hall toward the bedroom area
and into
the bathroom.
"So do you live here by yourself?" Jack inquired.
"No, I've got a roommate, but he's not here right now."
"Oh OK." Jack replied. "What's his name?"
"Jim. Jim Nelson." Sammy answered.
"Oh OK." Jack replied as he rather looked around to see
what the
apartment was like.
"You guys have a nice place here. I've only been in a few
of the
units so far, but you guys sure have this one fixed up nicer than
the other
ones I've been in."
"Well thanks!" Sammy acknowledged. "We try! We both like
nice
stuff."
"Yea nice stuff like you Mr. Jack Jensen", Sammy said to
himself as
he watched Jack bed over and put his tool box on the floor. His
thought
process continued, "Damn one hot maintenance man! What an ass! I
hope
like hell he stays around for awhile and not the normal two or three
weeks,
and then off to a better job. Of course with the other ones, who
cared,
but shit man, this one is way too hot to let go. Oh man! Just
freeze
yourself there all bent over with your ass and those damn tight pants
shining right at my face. Damn man! One hell of a hot ass! Damn,
that is
good man stuff! Shit, that's hot!!"
Attempting to re-compose himself, and not act like his mind
was
off, out in the woods someplace, Sammy asked,---as his man of cumin
dreams
stood back up, "Do you prefer being called Jack, or do you prefer
Mr. Jensen?"
"Oh definitely Jack! I always say Mr. Jensen is my Dad!
Hey, Sam,
do you happen to have a step stool that I could borrow. I did not
know
this was a ceiling light problem and I did not bring a stool. Have
you got
one I could borrow?"
"Yea, sure do Jack. Let me get it for you. It's in the
kitchen.
I'll be right back.
Sammy headed for the kitchen, retrieved the stool and
returned to
the bathroom to find that Jack had removed his shirt and was now bare
chested.
"Oh, hope you don't mind," Jack said as he saw Sammy return
to the
bathroom. "I wouldn't do this if I was in some woman's apartment,
but
these damn uniform shirts are so damn tight they are hard to move
in, so if
it's OK with you, since it's just you and me, I'd like to just do
without
it until I get finished. OK?"
"Oh yea! Yea--of course it's OK." Sammy replied. Then to
himself
he continued without actually saying it out loud, "Hell yes you can,
and
you can take the damned pants off too if you want. Shit man look at
those
pecs! Look at those biceps! Look at those tinny little nipples!
Look at
that skin! Shit man, what a hunk! Shit he is hot! Damn he is
hot!!!
I've never chased after black guys before, but shit man, this one is
getting me all turned on!"
Jack opened the stool and after stepping up on it, he
proceeded to
start work on the lamp fixture. Sammy stood there and with his mouth
hanging open, watched Jack reach up and extend his arms above his
head.
Sammy sighed. Jack heard the sigh and looked toward Sammy.
"You OK?" Jack inquired.
"Oh yea, I'm OK." Sammy replied. "Yea, I'm OK."
Turning, Sammy left the hall bathroom and went into the
bathroom,
off of the main bedroom, and rinsed his face with cold water. He
felt that
he actually needed to cool himself back down. Jack's naked and
exposed
upper half, had actually gotten him way too flushed. He grabbed a
towel,
wiped his face, stood there for a minute or two, and took three deep
breaths.
As he returned down the hall to the main part of the
apartment, he
passed the door to the bathroom where Jack was working. Once again
he
simply had to stop and gaze at the hunk of this man, that was in his
apartment. Actually in his bathroom, half undressed, and while he
was in
there too! He looked up toward Jack's upper body, and he then
looked down
toward Jack's waist, and, after loosing self-control, down toward his
crotch. Jack saw Sammy looking at this crotch.
Jack smiled, and Sammy immediately turned and left the
bathroom
area.
Sammy forced himself to stay in the living room and kitchen
area,
and Jack continued his work on the light fixture.
"There!" Sammy shortly heard Jack exclaim from the
bathroom. "It
works! Hey Sam, come look. It's working!"
Sammy headed toward the bathroom and as he turned the
corner, he
saw Jack standing there admiring his handy work, and at the same time
rubbing his crotch. Sammy did not know what to look at. The light,
or the
hand on the crotch. The crotch certainly did hold a greater amount
of
interest. Right then, Jack's crotch certainly was shinning much more
brightly than the light fixture was.
"Hey great!" Sammy said as he came into the bathroom. Jack
realized that once again Sammy was eye balling his crotch. And he
was
giving Sammy a good reason to watch.
"Hey the light man, the light!" Jack said in a rather joking
manner. "The light's not your real main interest is it?" Jack
asked as he
strongly grabbed his crotch, rubbed on it, and then pulled it up
after
putting his hand down under, and alongside the hang of meat that was
going
down his left leg.
"What, uhhh, what?" Sammy rather asked.
"Sam, I'm not real ignorant. I think you want to see what I
have
in my pants, don't you?"
"What!? What!?" Sammy exclaimed! "Why are you saying
that?"
"Sam, I know you are a gay guy. I already knew that you had
a
partner. I already knew his name was Jim. Sam, the only reason I
took
this job was because I knew this apartment complex has a lot of gay
guys in
it, and before I go to any apartment, I find out as much about who
is there
as I can. Why do you think I'd run around without any underwear
on? Shit
man, I need it to keep everything in there under control. Why do
you think
I took my shirt off? Hell that shirt ain't that damn tight! I
wanted to
flex these pecs in front of you and see if I could get you all hot
and
bothered, and I think I did! I like to mix work and fun together
whenever
I can, and that's why I like to work in complexes that have a lot of
gay
guys. I get my rocks off by letting them admire my hours in the
gym. Now,
want to see what I have hidden down here?" Jack asked, ---as he
started to
unbutton his uniform pants.
"Uhh yea!" Sammy managed to answer. "Yea Jack if you want
to show
me."
Sammy was actually wanting to yell, "Hell yes man! Hell yes
I want
to see it! Hell yes! Hell yes,-----I want to grab it!" But, he was
trying to maintain some dignity and not act as if he was as horny as
hell,
which he was quickly becoming, with the idea in mind, that Jack
wanted him
to see his dick.
Jack unbuttoned the top button of his uniform pants, and he
then
told Sammy to finish unbuttoning them and to pull them down. Of
course he
had no briefs on, which had been very obvious to Sammy ever since he
stood
at the front door.
"Yea right man! Yea, pull them down and put them down on
the floor
right on top of my shoes."
Sammy did as he was instructed and found that when he let
loose of
the pants, he was now face-to-dick with one of the darkest, longest,
thickest and one of the sweetest looking dicks that he had ever seen,
either in person or in any mag. The skin looked like velvet!
"Oh shit! Oh shit man!" Sammy exclaimed as he backed his
face
away so that he would be looking at the entire dick and not just the
part
attached to Jack's body. "Damn man! God Jack, you have got the
dick of
death! Jack, I've never played with a black man's dick before.
I've never
see one like this! God Jack,---this thing is enormous!"
"Want to lick it Sam? I've got some time before I'm
expected to
check back at the office, and I sure do want to make good friends
with the
people that I will be taking care of around here. Why don't you
kind of
lick that pole so that I know you and I can be some, good, tight,
friends.
If I take care of you and your apartment, then I want to know you
can take
care of me too! See, I've got some tools in my tool box, and I've
got this
special tool here in my pants! I really want to use this special
tool."
Sammy took about three big deep breaths and slowly reached
up and
took ahold of Jack's bag of balls in his left hand. He took ahold of
Jack's cock with his right hand, and then looked up at Jack.
"You aren't even hard yet and this damn thing is almost too
damn
fat for me to get my hand around. Jack, how damn big does this get,
when
it gets hard?"
"Sam, my young man, you are the one down there with it in
your
hand. I'm sure if you kind of maybe lick on it and jerk it just a
little,
it will start getting hard for you, so that you can see for
yourself! Come
on man! Get me hard! I'm feeling kind of horny here, and I need a
good
looking guy like you to give me some service. I want to watch it
disappear
right down that hungry mouth of yours. I need to feel your warm,
wet,
hungry, mouth all over it. Eat my dick man! Use that tool man!"
Sam was shocked that this was happening. He remembered how
just a
few minutes ago when he first opened the front door to let Jack in,
how he
was so overtaken by this man's structure and his outstanding form,
that at
that time he really did want to just throw Jack to the floor and
rape him.
But now that Jack was telling him to actually do it, Sam was
wondering if
what was happening was really supposed to be going on. This guy
worked for
the apartment company, and Sammy was a tenant there. He had never
had one
of the maintenance men come on to him like this. He was not mentally
prepared for this to be happening right then. This was way too
unexpected!
Hot, but way too unexpected!
Sam looked back down at the black stick of meat and slowly
started
to move his hand along the shaft. He slightly pulled on the bag of
golf
balls that were in his left hand. He took a deep breath! He pulled
on the
bag a little rougher and grabbed his hand around the shaft as far as
he
could manage. He pushed back on the dick, and felt the skin move
along the
inner muscle. Then he pulled forward on it and again felt the skin
slide.
He felt more strength come into the pole. He continued to stroke.
He
shook his head in amassment as Jack's, black, 'hot rod' got bigger
and
bigger!
"Oh my God Jack! Jack I never knew a guy could have a dick
this
damn big! God Jack! Shit man! This damn thing is bigger than any
dick
I've even seen pictured. Shit Jack, how damn big is this thing?"
"When it's good and hard, like after some good hungry mouth
has
been on it for awhile, it usually measures about 11 inches long and
about
six and a half or seven inches around."
"Jack! You said after some hungry mouth has been on it!
You mean
you have had guys suck on this damn thing? You have had guys that
can
actually get that in their mouths?"
"Yea man! Yea, a lot of guys can! And I don't know why,
but it's
usually the smaller guys that can take it down their throats and
also,
those are usually the guys that beg for me to try and ram it up in
their
asses. The bigger muscle kind of guys usually can't take it in
either end.
Now Sam, you look like one of the guys that can really take it and
enjoy
it! Come on man! Let's see if I've started working at the right
apartment
complex or not. I mean man, if I can't find me enough guys around
here to
take care of that thing for me, then I will just have to find me
another
job at another complex where the boys are hungrier and more anxious
to make
Mr. Jack and his big, black, long, dick, happy! I know from past
experience, I need serviced, by a guy, at least once a day, so I've
got to
get my men lined up. Sam, I want you to be one of them!"
Sam let loose of the bag of balls and placed both hands on
Jack's
dick. He started stroking it with both hands clasped together as
far as
possible. His face was directly in front of the dick and he was
stroking
back and forth, aiming directly at his own face.
"Yea that's the way men!" Jack said. "Yea that's starting
to feel
reaaaaaal good Sam. Grab it tight and stroke it hard! Let me know
you
have ahold of it! Let me feel it! I want to get it as big for you
as I
can, so you need to start getting a little more rough on it. Stroke
me
man! There is a lot of meat down there to get all excited. Come on
man,
beat me off some. Get it all excited! Get me good and hard!"
Sammy caressed Jack's dick and rubbed his face up against
the side
of it as he stroked it back and forth. Slowly but firmly it
stretched out
and started to reach its maximum size. To Sammy it actually felt
like a
steel baseball bat in his hand. He moved his mouth to the tip of
it. He
opened his mouth as wide as possible. He slowly and with hesitation
moved
his mouth onto the end of Jack's over-sized rod. Sammy knew it
would be a
total challenge to get part of, if not most of, Jack's meat into his
mouth.
Grabbing ahold of Jack's hips, Sammy forced his face forward
and
pulled on Jack's body in an attempt to swallow as much of the big
meat
sausage as possible.
Jack placed his hands on the back of Sammy's head and
slowly and
deliberately pulled his head toward himself. Sammy gulped and
gagged as he
allowed Jack to force his head onto the big meat stick. He had to
pull his
head back to allow himself to get some air, and while he was off of
the
dick, he said, "Oh shit man! Oh shit this damn thing is way too
big!"
As soon as he had made his statement of qualifying the dick
as too
big, Sammy immediately threw his face forward and once again forced
as much
of the black cock back into his mouth and as far down his throat as
possible. Sammy had now had enough of his,--- attempting to take it,
---and he had now turned very anxious to get all of it, if at all
possible.
He had been hesitant when he started, but he was now hot and ready
to force
himself to take it even if it was uncomfortable to do it. He
realized that
for some unknown reason, he trusted Jack enough, that even though he
knew
he would not be able to breathe, Jack would not let him suffocate. He
forced his mouth open, and he forced the dick inside as far as
possible.
The dick head was way more than anything he had ever attempted to
put in
his mouth. He rammed his face forward. Jack pulled Sammy's head
onto his
dick. Sammy's throat was completely filled. It was being spread
open.
Sammy sucked and licked the enormous peace of meat. Jack
used
Sammy's head as a jerk-off device. With his hands firmly placed on
each
side of Sammy's head, he forced Sammy's mouth on and off of his dick
until
he finally said, "Hey---man! I'm getting real ready! Sam, I'm
getting
real, real close! Man, I'm about to shoot! I'm getting real close
to
cumin! Hey guy, I'm going to shoot! Sam, Sam, you want it in your
mouth?"
Suddenly Jack's whole body went rigid! He thrust his crotch
toward
Sammy. He pulled on Sammy's head! Every muscle tightened up! He
stood
there without saying anything and his entire being went as rigid as a
marble statue.
Sammy knew that when Jack's dick shot, it was going to be a
very
big load. He decided that a dick that big couldn't do anything but
shoot
big loads, and with his actions on that dick, he had gotten himself
so
excited, about getting the chance to play with a dick that big, that
he was
now getting really anxious and excited about taking the full load
down his
throat. He tried to utter, "OK, OK", but with his mouth so full and
spread
so far open, he had trouble getting the words out. He was not about
to
take the dick out of his mouth to say anything. He did not want to
find
his face or chest getting the shot gun load that he was now wanting
to feel
hit the back of his mouth.
Jack shot! Jack shot big! Jack shot strong! Sammy pushed
his
face onto Jack's dick as far as he could go. Sammy moaned and
groaned as
he tried to swallow the man-milk as fast as he could. Jack stood
there
completely rigid and continued to shoot. Shot after shot! Sammy
continued
to swallow.
Finally Jack's dick quit shooting, and he slowly allowed his
body
to relax. Sammy swallowed the remaining cum that he still had in his
mouth. He pulled his mouth back from the forced position that he had
assumed, the position that he had used so that he made sure he got
all of
this handsome man's juices. He felt like he had drank the city
water well
dry. He had never had a dick that big in his mouth before, he had
never
taken that much cum before, and he had never had a black man fuck
his face
before. He thought, "Now I know why they say, --Go Black, you never
go
Back!"
Sammy pulled off of Jack's dick. He wiped his mouth with
the back
of his right hand. He looked up at Jack and exhaustingly
said, "Shit oh
man! Oh shit! God Jack, you loaded me fucking full! God Jack!
You must
have shot a quart of juice into my mouth. Man I had trouble
swallowing it
fast enough! God man, you have got one hot dick!"
"Well,--Sammy my man!" Jack replied, after regaining some
composure and strength. "I certainly have found myself a guy that
knows
how to take it, use it, and eat it! You had fun on my cock, didn't
you
boy?"
Sitting back on his heels, grabbing the sides of Jack's tree
trunk
legs, he looked up at Jack and tried to say, "Oh hell yes I did
Jack. Jack
I've never had that much cock in my mouth all at once before. Oh
shit man!
Oh, when you started cumin I had to swallow as fast as I could. Oh
shit
man! Oh man, you loaded me full! Yea, Jack, yea I do have to admit
that I
had fun. I'm fucking exhausted, but shit yes, I had fun! Jack, I
need to
catch my breath!"
"So I guess maybe that might mean that when I need to get my
nuts
off, I can stop by here and let you take care of it for me? Right?
Can I
count on you as one of my main men on sucking me off when I need it?"
"Well Jack, I guess so, but I do have a partner, remember?
We
don't usually fuck around without the other guy being here, so I'm
not so
sure about just any ole time. I really didn't expect anything like
this to
happen today. I've never had some maintenance man kind of strip
himself
down and then offer his dick to me before. God Jack, especially one
like
that! Jack, the way you look and the way you are built, I'm sure
you can
do that to just about any guy and he'll go for it, but I did not
intend to
make hay with somebody without Jim being here. I'm not so sure I
should be
doing this again. I'm not so sure that would be fair to Jim. God
Jack!
I'm getting real confused here. Jack you are so hot! God having
sex with
you is way too much to believe. Jack, you said you need a guy to do
you at
least once a day? My God Jack! I can see why you need multiple
guys! I
don't think one guy could do this everyday! Jack, I want to, but ---
---Oh,
I don't know!"
"So how about we set it up so that I can meet your Jim, and
see if
maybe we can do a three-way or something. Hey, Jim might be more
agreeable
to letting you suck me off when I need it if he and I know each
other. Is
Jim a good sucker? Maybe he'd like to suck me off too! Maybe I can
line
both of you guys up for me!"
"Oh Jack. This is getting so confusing! Yea, I'd really
like a
three way with you and Jim, and yea, I know I'd like to have more
sex with
you later, but man! But,---Jack, --I don't know if all you like is
just
getting sucked off or if you like other stuff too. I mean, to have
a three
way and have one of the guys just wanting to get himself sucked off,-
--well
that doesn't usually work too well. What else are you into?
Anything
else, or just getting sucked off?"
looking
maintenance men that he had ever seen. He was tall, built with broad
shoulders, a small waist, and showing a very pronounced, and
exciting,
crotch. Sammy quickly looked the hunk over and made a mental
decision that
the new maintenance man was one hell of a hot looking man, was
probably
about 27 or 28 years old, but---damn it, ---was wearing a wedding
ring.
Sammy was 30 years old, and stood only to about the shoulder
height
of this adorable hunk of a man, and although he did have a good firm
built,
it certainly was nothing compared to the muscle man that was now
standing
directly in front of him at the front door. He knew that he had
always
admired good looking men in uniform pants, regardless of which type
of a
uniform, but he quickly decided that this particular pair of pants,
with
the bulge that was showing, was probably the hottest looking pair
that he
had ever been up real close to. He quickly noticed that this
specific
bulge was a little more than just a bulge, ---part of what was hidden
inside was actually extending down the left leg. This sure made
Sammy
wonder very quickly if this hunk of a man knew just how much he was
showing, did he care, and of course, with that much in his basket
area, why
didn't he wear briefs, so that he could fold it under and kind of
hide it.
Sammy had some major concerns about if he had noticed and
admired
the crotch area a little too long, and had perhaps been seen looking
down
at it.
"Hi, I'm Jack Jensen, the maintenance man. This is apartment
number 117 isn't it? Are you Sam Wilson? I understand you have a
light
problem somewhere here in your apartment?" "Yea, huh yea." Sammy
managed
to answer. "The ceiling light in the bathroom went out and even
though I
put a new bulb in it, it still won't work. Come on in."
Sammy swung the door open as he invited the maintenance man
in, and
then totally checked his backside out, as Jack entered and went past
Sammy.
"You are new here aren't you?" Sammy asked.
"Yea, just started this week. Fact is, I'm still trying to
remember which apartments are where. The numbering system for this
complex
is kind of messed up to me. It doesn't make too much sense."
"Yea I've always thought that too." Sammy replied, as he eye
balled the tall black, mahogany muscular, broad shouldered, statue
of a
man. He fought to keep his eyes from trailing down to the enormous
basket
area. He did think to himself, "Damn those pants sure are nice and
tight!
Damn, I'd love to feel them! Shit, that looks hot!"
"The bathroom is back here," Sammy told Jack.
Jack followed Sammy down the hall toward the bedroom area
and into
the bathroom.
"So do you live here by yourself?" Jack inquired.
"No, I've got a roommate, but he's not here right now."
"Oh OK." Jack replied. "What's his name?"
"Jim. Jim Nelson." Sammy answered.
"Oh OK." Jack replied as he rather looked around to see
what the
apartment was like.
"You guys have a nice place here. I've only been in a few
of the
units so far, but you guys sure have this one fixed up nicer than
the other
ones I've been in."
"Well thanks!" Sammy acknowledged. "We try! We both like
nice
stuff."
"Yea nice stuff like you Mr. Jack Jensen", Sammy said to
himself as
he watched Jack bed over and put his tool box on the floor. His
thought
process continued, "Damn one hot maintenance man! What an ass! I
hope
like hell he stays around for awhile and not the normal two or three
weeks,
and then off to a better job. Of course with the other ones, who
cared,
but shit man, this one is way too hot to let go. Oh man! Just
freeze
yourself there all bent over with your ass and those damn tight pants
shining right at my face. Damn man! One hell of a hot ass! Damn,
that is
good man stuff! Shit, that's hot!!"
Attempting to re-compose himself, and not act like his mind
was
off, out in the woods someplace, Sammy asked,---as his man of cumin
dreams
stood back up, "Do you prefer being called Jack, or do you prefer
Mr. Jensen?"
"Oh definitely Jack! I always say Mr. Jensen is my Dad!
Hey, Sam,
do you happen to have a step stool that I could borrow. I did not
know
this was a ceiling light problem and I did not bring a stool. Have
you got
one I could borrow?"
"Yea, sure do Jack. Let me get it for you. It's in the
kitchen.
I'll be right back.
Sammy headed for the kitchen, retrieved the stool and
returned to
the bathroom to find that Jack had removed his shirt and was now bare
chested.
"Oh, hope you don't mind," Jack said as he saw Sammy return
to the
bathroom. "I wouldn't do this if I was in some woman's apartment,
but
these damn uniform shirts are so damn tight they are hard to move
in, so if
it's OK with you, since it's just you and me, I'd like to just do
without
it until I get finished. OK?"
"Oh yea! Yea--of course it's OK." Sammy replied. Then to
himself
he continued without actually saying it out loud, "Hell yes you can,
and
you can take the damned pants off too if you want. Shit man look at
those
pecs! Look at those biceps! Look at those tinny little nipples!
Look at
that skin! Shit man, what a hunk! Shit he is hot! Damn he is
hot!!!
I've never chased after black guys before, but shit man, this one is
getting me all turned on!"
Jack opened the stool and after stepping up on it, he
proceeded to
start work on the lamp fixture. Sammy stood there and with his mouth
hanging open, watched Jack reach up and extend his arms above his
head.
Sammy sighed. Jack heard the sigh and looked toward Sammy.
"You OK?" Jack inquired.
"Oh yea, I'm OK." Sammy replied. "Yea, I'm OK."
Turning, Sammy left the hall bathroom and went into the
bathroom,
off of the main bedroom, and rinsed his face with cold water. He
felt that
he actually needed to cool himself back down. Jack's naked and
exposed
upper half, had actually gotten him way too flushed. He grabbed a
towel,
wiped his face, stood there for a minute or two, and took three deep
breaths.
As he returned down the hall to the main part of the
apartment, he
passed the door to the bathroom where Jack was working. Once again
he
simply had to stop and gaze at the hunk of this man, that was in his
apartment. Actually in his bathroom, half undressed, and while he
was in
there too! He looked up toward Jack's upper body, and he then
looked down
toward Jack's waist, and, after loosing self-control, down toward his
crotch. Jack saw Sammy looking at this crotch.
Jack smiled, and Sammy immediately turned and left the
bathroom
area.
Sammy forced himself to stay in the living room and kitchen
area,
and Jack continued his work on the light fixture.
"There!" Sammy shortly heard Jack exclaim from the
bathroom. "It
works! Hey Sam, come look. It's working!"
Sammy headed toward the bathroom and as he turned the
corner, he
saw Jack standing there admiring his handy work, and at the same time
rubbing his crotch. Sammy did not know what to look at. The light,
or the
hand on the crotch. The crotch certainly did hold a greater amount
of
interest. Right then, Jack's crotch certainly was shinning much more
brightly than the light fixture was.
"Hey great!" Sammy said as he came into the bathroom. Jack
realized that once again Sammy was eye balling his crotch. And he
was
giving Sammy a good reason to watch.
"Hey the light man, the light!" Jack said in a rather joking
manner. "The light's not your real main interest is it?" Jack
asked as he
strongly grabbed his crotch, rubbed on it, and then pulled it up
after
putting his hand down under, and alongside the hang of meat that was
going
down his left leg.
"What, uhhh, what?" Sammy rather asked.
"Sam, I'm not real ignorant. I think you want to see what I
have
in my pants, don't you?"
"What!? What!?" Sammy exclaimed! "Why are you saying
that?"
"Sam, I know you are a gay guy. I already knew that you had
a
partner. I already knew his name was Jim. Sam, the only reason I
took
this job was because I knew this apartment complex has a lot of gay
guys in
it, and before I go to any apartment, I find out as much about who
is there
as I can. Why do you think I'd run around without any underwear
on? Shit
man, I need it to keep everything in there under control. Why do
you think
I took my shirt off? Hell that shirt ain't that damn tight! I
wanted to
flex these pecs in front of you and see if I could get you all hot
and
bothered, and I think I did! I like to mix work and fun together
whenever
I can, and that's why I like to work in complexes that have a lot of
gay
guys. I get my rocks off by letting them admire my hours in the
gym. Now,
want to see what I have hidden down here?" Jack asked, ---as he
started to
unbutton his uniform pants.
"Uhh yea!" Sammy managed to answer. "Yea Jack if you want
to show
me."
Sammy was actually wanting to yell, "Hell yes man! Hell yes
I want
to see it! Hell yes! Hell yes,-----I want to grab it!" But, he was
trying to maintain some dignity and not act as if he was as horny as
hell,
which he was quickly becoming, with the idea in mind, that Jack
wanted him
to see his dick.
Jack unbuttoned the top button of his uniform pants, and he
then
told Sammy to finish unbuttoning them and to pull them down. Of
course he
had no briefs on, which had been very obvious to Sammy ever since he
stood
at the front door.
"Yea right man! Yea, pull them down and put them down on
the floor
right on top of my shoes."
Sammy did as he was instructed and found that when he let
loose of
the pants, he was now face-to-dick with one of the darkest, longest,
thickest and one of the sweetest looking dicks that he had ever seen,
either in person or in any mag. The skin looked like velvet!
"Oh shit! Oh shit man!" Sammy exclaimed as he backed his
face
away so that he would be looking at the entire dick and not just the
part
attached to Jack's body. "Damn man! God Jack, you have got the
dick of
death! Jack, I've never played with a black man's dick before.
I've never
see one like this! God Jack,---this thing is enormous!"
"Want to lick it Sam? I've got some time before I'm
expected to
check back at the office, and I sure do want to make good friends
with the
people that I will be taking care of around here. Why don't you
kind of
lick that pole so that I know you and I can be some, good, tight,
friends.
If I take care of you and your apartment, then I want to know you
can take
care of me too! See, I've got some tools in my tool box, and I've
got this
special tool here in my pants! I really want to use this special
tool."
Sammy took about three big deep breaths and slowly reached
up and
took ahold of Jack's bag of balls in his left hand. He took ahold of
Jack's cock with his right hand, and then looked up at Jack.
"You aren't even hard yet and this damn thing is almost too
damn
fat for me to get my hand around. Jack, how damn big does this get,
when
it gets hard?"
"Sam, my young man, you are the one down there with it in
your
hand. I'm sure if you kind of maybe lick on it and jerk it just a
little,
it will start getting hard for you, so that you can see for
yourself! Come
on man! Get me hard! I'm feeling kind of horny here, and I need a
good
looking guy like you to give me some service. I want to watch it
disappear
right down that hungry mouth of yours. I need to feel your warm,
wet,
hungry, mouth all over it. Eat my dick man! Use that tool man!"
Sam was shocked that this was happening. He remembered how
just a
few minutes ago when he first opened the front door to let Jack in,
how he
was so overtaken by this man's structure and his outstanding form,
that at
that time he really did want to just throw Jack to the floor and
rape him.
But now that Jack was telling him to actually do it, Sam was
wondering if
what was happening was really supposed to be going on. This guy
worked for
the apartment company, and Sammy was a tenant there. He had never
had one
of the maintenance men come on to him like this. He was not mentally
prepared for this to be happening right then. This was way too
unexpected!
Hot, but way too unexpected!
Sam looked back down at the black stick of meat and slowly
started
to move his hand along the shaft. He slightly pulled on the bag of
golf
balls that were in his left hand. He took a deep breath! He pulled
on the
bag a little rougher and grabbed his hand around the shaft as far as
he
could manage. He pushed back on the dick, and felt the skin move
along the
inner muscle. Then he pulled forward on it and again felt the skin
slide.
He felt more strength come into the pole. He continued to stroke.
He
shook his head in amassment as Jack's, black, 'hot rod' got bigger
and
bigger!
"Oh my God Jack! Jack I never knew a guy could have a dick
this
damn big! God Jack! Shit man! This damn thing is bigger than any
dick
I've even seen pictured. Shit Jack, how damn big is this thing?"
"When it's good and hard, like after some good hungry mouth
has
been on it for awhile, it usually measures about 11 inches long and
about
six and a half or seven inches around."
"Jack! You said after some hungry mouth has been on it!
You mean
you have had guys suck on this damn thing? You have had guys that
can
actually get that in their mouths?"
"Yea man! Yea, a lot of guys can! And I don't know why,
but it's
usually the smaller guys that can take it down their throats and
also,
those are usually the guys that beg for me to try and ram it up in
their
asses. The bigger muscle kind of guys usually can't take it in
either end.
Now Sam, you look like one of the guys that can really take it and
enjoy
it! Come on man! Let's see if I've started working at the right
apartment
complex or not. I mean man, if I can't find me enough guys around
here to
take care of that thing for me, then I will just have to find me
another
job at another complex where the boys are hungrier and more anxious
to make
Mr. Jack and his big, black, long, dick, happy! I know from past
experience, I need serviced, by a guy, at least once a day, so I've
got to
get my men lined up. Sam, I want you to be one of them!"
Sam let loose of the bag of balls and placed both hands on
Jack's
dick. He started stroking it with both hands clasped together as
far as
possible. His face was directly in front of the dick and he was
stroking
back and forth, aiming directly at his own face.
"Yea that's the way men!" Jack said. "Yea that's starting
to feel
reaaaaaal good Sam. Grab it tight and stroke it hard! Let me know
you
have ahold of it! Let me feel it! I want to get it as big for you
as I
can, so you need to start getting a little more rough on it. Stroke
me
man! There is a lot of meat down there to get all excited. Come on
man,
beat me off some. Get it all excited! Get me good and hard!"
Sammy caressed Jack's dick and rubbed his face up against
the side
of it as he stroked it back and forth. Slowly but firmly it
stretched out
and started to reach its maximum size. To Sammy it actually felt
like a
steel baseball bat in his hand. He moved his mouth to the tip of
it. He
opened his mouth as wide as possible. He slowly and with hesitation
moved
his mouth onto the end of Jack's over-sized rod. Sammy knew it
would be a
total challenge to get part of, if not most of, Jack's meat into his
mouth.
Grabbing ahold of Jack's hips, Sammy forced his face forward
and
pulled on Jack's body in an attempt to swallow as much of the big
meat
sausage as possible.
Jack placed his hands on the back of Sammy's head and
slowly and
deliberately pulled his head toward himself. Sammy gulped and
gagged as he
allowed Jack to force his head onto the big meat stick. He had to
pull his
head back to allow himself to get some air, and while he was off of
the
dick, he said, "Oh shit man! Oh shit this damn thing is way too
big!"
As soon as he had made his statement of qualifying the dick
as too
big, Sammy immediately threw his face forward and once again forced
as much
of the black cock back into his mouth and as far down his throat as
possible. Sammy had now had enough of his,--- attempting to take it,
---and he had now turned very anxious to get all of it, if at all
possible.
He had been hesitant when he started, but he was now hot and ready
to force
himself to take it even if it was uncomfortable to do it. He
realized that
for some unknown reason, he trusted Jack enough, that even though he
knew
he would not be able to breathe, Jack would not let him suffocate. He
forced his mouth open, and he forced the dick inside as far as
possible.
The dick head was way more than anything he had ever attempted to
put in
his mouth. He rammed his face forward. Jack pulled Sammy's head
onto his
dick. Sammy's throat was completely filled. It was being spread
open.
Sammy sucked and licked the enormous peace of meat. Jack
used
Sammy's head as a jerk-off device. With his hands firmly placed on
each
side of Sammy's head, he forced Sammy's mouth on and off of his dick
until
he finally said, "Hey---man! I'm getting real ready! Sam, I'm
getting
real, real close! Man, I'm about to shoot! I'm getting real close
to
cumin! Hey guy, I'm going to shoot! Sam, Sam, you want it in your
mouth?"
Suddenly Jack's whole body went rigid! He thrust his crotch
toward
Sammy. He pulled on Sammy's head! Every muscle tightened up! He
stood
there without saying anything and his entire being went as rigid as a
marble statue.
Sammy knew that when Jack's dick shot, it was going to be a
very
big load. He decided that a dick that big couldn't do anything but
shoot
big loads, and with his actions on that dick, he had gotten himself
so
excited, about getting the chance to play with a dick that big, that
he was
now getting really anxious and excited about taking the full load
down his
throat. He tried to utter, "OK, OK", but with his mouth so full and
spread
so far open, he had trouble getting the words out. He was not about
to
take the dick out of his mouth to say anything. He did not want to
find
his face or chest getting the shot gun load that he was now wanting
to feel
hit the back of his mouth.
Jack shot! Jack shot big! Jack shot strong! Sammy pushed
his
face onto Jack's dick as far as he could go. Sammy moaned and
groaned as
he tried to swallow the man-milk as fast as he could. Jack stood
there
completely rigid and continued to shoot. Shot after shot! Sammy
continued
to swallow.
Finally Jack's dick quit shooting, and he slowly allowed his
body
to relax. Sammy swallowed the remaining cum that he still had in his
mouth. He pulled his mouth back from the forced position that he had
assumed, the position that he had used so that he made sure he got
all of
this handsome man's juices. He felt like he had drank the city
water well
dry. He had never had a dick that big in his mouth before, he had
never
taken that much cum before, and he had never had a black man fuck
his face
before. He thought, "Now I know why they say, --Go Black, you never
go
Back!"
Sammy pulled off of Jack's dick. He wiped his mouth with
the back
of his right hand. He looked up at Jack and exhaustingly
said, "Shit oh
man! Oh shit! God Jack, you loaded me fucking full! God Jack!
You must
have shot a quart of juice into my mouth. Man I had trouble
swallowing it
fast enough! God man, you have got one hot dick!"
"Well,--Sammy my man!" Jack replied, after regaining some
composure and strength. "I certainly have found myself a guy that
knows
how to take it, use it, and eat it! You had fun on my cock, didn't
you
boy?"
Sitting back on his heels, grabbing the sides of Jack's tree
trunk
legs, he looked up at Jack and tried to say, "Oh hell yes I did
Jack. Jack
I've never had that much cock in my mouth all at once before. Oh
shit man!
Oh, when you started cumin I had to swallow as fast as I could. Oh
shit
man! Oh man, you loaded me full! Yea, Jack, yea I do have to admit
that I
had fun. I'm fucking exhausted, but shit yes, I had fun! Jack, I
need to
catch my breath!"
"So I guess maybe that might mean that when I need to get my
nuts
off, I can stop by here and let you take care of it for me? Right?
Can I
count on you as one of my main men on sucking me off when I need it?"
"Well Jack, I guess so, but I do have a partner, remember?
We
don't usually fuck around without the other guy being here, so I'm
not so
sure about just any ole time. I really didn't expect anything like
this to
happen today. I've never had some maintenance man kind of strip
himself
down and then offer his dick to me before. God Jack, especially one
like
that! Jack, the way you look and the way you are built, I'm sure
you can
do that to just about any guy and he'll go for it, but I did not
intend to
make hay with somebody without Jim being here. I'm not so sure I
should be
doing this again. I'm not so sure that would be fair to Jim. God
Jack!
I'm getting real confused here. Jack you are so hot! God having
sex with
you is way too much to believe. Jack, you said you need a guy to do
you at
least once a day? My God Jack! I can see why you need multiple
guys! I
don't think one guy could do this everyday! Jack, I want to, but ---
---Oh,
I don't know!"
"So how about we set it up so that I can meet your Jim, and
see if
maybe we can do a three-way or something. Hey, Jim might be more
agreeable
to letting you suck me off when I need it if he and I know each
other. Is
Jim a good sucker? Maybe he'd like to suck me off too! Maybe I can
line
both of you guys up for me!"
"Oh Jack. This is getting so confusing! Yea, I'd really
like a
three way with you and Jim, and yea, I know I'd like to have more
sex with
you later, but man! But,---Jack, --I don't know if all you like is
just
getting sucked off or if you like other stuff too. I mean, to have
a three
way and have one of the guys just wanting to get himself sucked off,-
--well
that doesn't usually work too well. What else are you into?
Anything
else, or just getting sucked off?"
