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Thirty-Year Anniversary

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

[Requested by dmmc] The young black bull was seated on the bench press in the dim light of the after-hours gym, back pressed to the reclining back support, hands gripping the narrow hips of the smaller, older man flexibly draped above him, facing away from him, and pulling the thin, wiry frame of the sub off and on his monster cock. Who would have known, th...

My First Black

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...

Mistaken Identity

by silkstockingslover on Oct 22, 2019
Gay Male

Summary: Black teen mistakes straight man for cock sucker in bathroom Note 1: This is a 2017 April Fool's Day Contest story so please vote. Thanks to: TexBeethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing this VERY short story. Black Dick: A Mistaken Identity There is a popular saying: wrong place, wrong time. And for a moment or two that was definitely me. I...

Strapped Tight Ch. 03

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Jimmy and Ted "Ted," I said, calling up to the black chauffeur. "Find a private spot and pull over and come back here." I could feel Jimmy flinch, but I also could feel him willing himself to control his breath and his fear. Ted pulled over quickly and the black bull muscled his way into the backseat. I told him to strip, which he did on the spot, and then...

Hanging off the Appalachian Trail

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

[At the request of R.P.] Rocko stood aside, stripping his hands of the rubber gloves, and watched as Howard Holt released the young, slender black man from the chains that had had him suspended from the ceiling. He gingerly lifted the college student, Ray Taylor, and lowered him onto a nearby cot before he could sink fully to the stone floor in the playroom...

New Stage in Life Pt. 01

by HughJorgasm on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

How I came to these circumstances is not germane to my tale. Suffice it to say, that at the age of retirement, I find myself on the road with no family, friends, or prospects and nothing but the clothes on my back and in my knapsack and $100 cash in my wallet. I got a lift to a large truck stop, where I hoped to find a ride out west. I was able to spring fo...

Release Retreat

by KeithD on Jul 15, 2020
Gay Male

"Are you Mark?" "Yes," Mark said, startled. He turned his head toward the gruff, menacing voice. He had fully stripped down in the locker room when the big black stud entered. The young man turned and looked at the black brute. Neither spoke further. The black bull, wearing only athletic shorts, showing off a magnificently muscled body, walked to Mark, wra...

Getting . . . Educated Ch. 08

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

While I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time the day after I had been taken several times during wrestling practice, I learned just how much of a hold Coach Seeman had over me. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver's window rolled down, and a big black...

Bangkok Summer Seduction

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter One: Mile-High Club I had thought that no one could see us when Kwame pulled me into his body and kissed me behind a column at the San Francisco airport departure lounge, but then I saw the built black dude sitting almost alone in a bank of chairs in the adjacent departure lounge. He was staring directly at us. Coming out of the kiss, I buried my fa...

Coffee, T, or Me

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Nice Shirt." "Thanks," Eddie Bocco answered. The man who had swung into position in front of him on the dance floor of Club Hercules was gorgeous. He was massive, muscular, and black—a black black even for Africa. Coal black. In contrast to Eddie, the man wasn't wearing a shirt at all. His torso was god-like and gleaming with a thin veneer of sweat in the...