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   Black Bottom 2 by Darius Thornhill

   OK, I'll be honest with you.  I have an anal fixation.  If you've read
my other stories you'll know that I like to fuck a nice tight arse (if
you're English) or ass (if you're from elsewhere in the world).  Call it
what you will: anal sex, buggery, sodomy, arse fucking, bumming or
'unnatural sex' - as it was called here in the UK where early last century
it was grounds for divorce.  Whatever it's called I love it.  I am addicted
to that 'pop' moment when the tip of my cock first penetrates past the
sphincter of a willing anus.  I can't get enough of that long, slow, smooth
push into the tightness of a well lubricated backside.  The complete
envelopment of my cock in that velvety smooth and taboo hole is heavenly. A
pair of firm bottom cheeks around the base of my cock is the most erotic
feeling in the world.

   And I don't really mind if it's a man's or a woman's bum that I'm
fucking.  They are different but equally exciting in their own ways.  The
process of seducing a woman and deflowering her anal virginity can take
weeks of careful foreplay.  With a man it usually takes no more than one
evening - if that long.  They know what they want and they want it soon. 
Of course the best of both worlds is a man who likes to wear panties and
has shaved satin smooth.  Look at the picture above.  Be honest, couldn't
you just slip your cock into his willing arse...  that's what he wants...
that's why he's wearing those cute black lacey panties and has painted his
fingernails...  he wants to be a woman and wants you to fuck him...  aren't
you tempted...  just a little...  go on...he'll love it...  and so will
you...

   So there you have it: my anal sex fixation.  But like all addictions it
leaves the addict wanting more...

   Slowly last winter the idea took shape.  I wanted to find a black guy
and fuck him.  I wanted my cock in a tight black arse.  I searched the gay
chat rooms for suitable gay guys with no joy.  I met very few socially or
at work as I don't live near a major city where most of the black
populations are concentrated.  So I started planning a holiday in the
Caribbean.  I looked at the Lonely Planet Guides which often mention the
gay and lesbian scene and picked an island where they mentioned a few
places and booked my tickets.

   The hotel was medium sized, had a good beach and well cared for grounds
with lots of aromatic flowers and shade trees.  My bungalow was set away
from others, a deliberate choice as I knew the locals frowned on overt
sexuality and I didn't want to put off any potential lovers.

   My first few days were spent relaxing, getting used to the heat and che
places to hook up with like minded guys.  Some where closed down, some were
quiet places where I really couldn't see it would be possible to make
contact easily.  Things looked up on the third day when I got chatting at
the hotel barman.  He was open, friendly and very talkative.  As the
evening wore on we got to talking social attitudes and I asked him about
the local attitude to homosexuality.  He explained that there were local
gays but that they were very careful about being 'out' as it wasn't really
accepted.  Then he looked at me with a knowing eye and asked me directly if
I was looking to meet someone, a man.  I suppose he'd been a barman long
enough to know what his client's wanted.  I can't have been the only white
guy looking to find a black lover.  I nodded and he nodded in return and
said he knew someone who might be interested and asked for my bungalow
number.  I gave it to him and he told me to be at the bungalow the
following afternoon around 4.30 as that was when his friend finished work.

   I sat on my balcony wearing a t-shirt and shorts that revealed my
package without being to overtly advertising.  The garden staff were around
tending the garden, mostly young men, some of whom had very nice tight
bodies and showed off their fit backsides when they bent over their tasks.
They finished work at 4.00 pm which was why I suppose my liaison wasn't
until 4.30 - they wouldn't want to be seen entering my bungalow.  Just
after most of garden staff left one boy, he'd be around 18 or 19, came
towards where I was sitting.  He asked me if he could get some water for a
plant he was tending as the water pipe at the side of the bungalow wasn't
working.  I said sure and hoped he'd hurry up as my potential fuck partner
was due soon.

   I heard water running and waited for maybe five minutes before
irritation got the better of me.  I went inside.

   He was coming out of the shower stark bollock naked with a grin on his
face that said it all.  I laughed as I took in his fit body.  He was almost
hairless with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, strong thighs and a fine
cock hanging between his legs.  I nodded my approval and he slowly turned
round giving me sight of his muscled back and a gorgeous, firm, round
backside.  His cheeks were full and prominent and very black - my cock was
already twitching in my shorts.

   I told him he looked great as I pulled off my t-shirt and undid my
shorts letting them fall to the floor.  I wasn't wearing underwear so my
cock swung free, already half erect with anticipation.  We met in the
middle of the room and my right hand went straight to his cock while my
left circled round to fondle his bum cheeks.  He leant inwards to help me
and is hands found my growing erection.  We stood for minutes playing with
each other's bodies.  My light skin pressed close to his dark flesh.

   I eased back, looked at him and started to move him towards the bedroom.
The hotel had huge American-sized beds, perfect for spread-eagling a
lover's legs.  When we reached the bed he sat down and lifted my cock to
his mouth.  Cupping my balls with one hand and playing with my arse with
the other he quickly made my cock stand bolt upright.  He had no difficulty
in swallowing my cock, and it's not a small one.  His throat felt warm and
wet as I slowly fucked his mouth.  I'd have come then but I didn't want
that.  I wanted his arse.  I eased my cock away from him and pushed him
gently backwards.  His now erect cock sprang up demanding attention so I
spent a few minutes sucking it and licking his ample balls.  Then I turned
him over and straddled his legs so my cock hovered over his backside.

   He had a perfect anus.  It was hairless, a darker black aureole
surrounded a beautiful pucker with small creases leading into the tight
central hole like a target.  I knew I was going to really enjoy this fine
specimen.  Reaching for the lube I spread it liberally between his round
black globes.  As my finger lubricated his anus he groaned and pushed back
so my finger popped into his anus.  Why not?  I thought, and soon I was
finger fucking his tight hole, feeling him enjoying it and responding to my
small penetrations.

   My cock, though, wouldn't be denied.  I finished spreading lube on his
anus and spread some on my cock.  Then I began to run the length of my cock
up and down the smooth valley between his arse cheeks.  Every so often I
lifted up a little and the tip of my cock caught in his anus.  I could feel
him opening and pushing, trying to get me to fuck him properly but I was
enjoying teasing him, but again my cock won the day.  It wasn't long before
the tip of my cock was firmly, irrevocably trapped in his tight arse.  A
little pressure and he opened for me...  a little more and he pushed back
pulling is cheeks apart with his hands...  and then that delicious moment
when the head of your cock opens the constricted ring of muscle and pops
into his arsehole proper.  Then you know there's no way you aren't going to
give him the full, hard length of your cock.  Taking my time I pushed my
rampant member deeper and deeper into his receptive arse.  The smooth walls
of his back passage squeezed me and massaged me as I slid further into him.
I felt my dangling balls caress his cheeks and then press firmly against
his own balls as I went in more deeply.  His anus seemed endless and easily
able to take the full length of my cock.  He arched his young back and
spread his legs further apart so I could get deeper into his willing
bottom. And then I started to fuck him.  Slowly at first, and then with
increasingly speed and power I buggered his black arse.  The arousal made
my cock bigger and harder than it had ever been but he took it all.  His
firm cheeks massaged my balls and nestled between my inner thighs and balls
when I was fully into his tight hole.

   Then I was slapping my balls against his and grunting as my cock
bottomed out in his horny backside.  I tried not to come but it was
impossible.  He was moaning and writhing, pinned to the bed by my hungry
cock, a willing participant in this invasion of his anus.  As I buggered
his oiled arse I felt the rising tide of my orgasm start in my balls.  At
that same moment his moans became louder and he started to buck against me
as his orgasm caught him, took him.  Frantic strokes built up the pressure
in my balls as I helplessly drove my cock into him.  Suddenly my cock
exploded deep inside his arse.  I pushed deeper, deeper into him and filled
his backside with by cum.  For what seems like ages I fucked and came and
fucked and came.  His moans and groans let me know I wasn't alone.  His big
cock was ejaculating all over the bed.  Wet slapping sounds came from his
arse and his cock.  We were both moaning and groaning like animals as we
came and satisfied our lust.

   Slowly, as the urgency evaporated, we relaxed our thrusting and fucking.
As the lust quieted down to a background hum I slid my cock gently in and
out of his relaxing arse.  Looking down at his strong back and shoulders as
he lay below me it struck me that neither of us had said anything very much
to each other.  I had no idea what his name was.

   Later of course that was all rectified.  Naked, we sat in the lounge
area with a cool drink and chatted.  I found out his work was only
temporary while he waited to go away to college.  He asked me about where I
lived and what it was like in England.  And that was that really.  My first
black anal sex, and it had been very, very good.  He really was a good
fuck, enthusiastic and energetic, he just loved to be buggered.  Later that
week when he slid his cock into my tight arse for the first time I found he
was good at giving cock as well.

   Here in England winter is coming on again.  So I've had time to write
the story of how I indulged my anal addiction one more time.  The story
should end there.  Should, except...  on my last night with him, after a
final session of serious sodomy, we were laying on our sides with me
behind. My hand was cupping his spent balls, my cock was still in his anus.


   Just as my exhausted cock slipped out of his bum for the last time, he
told me where his college was going to be.  In common with many of his
countrymen he was travelling abroad to finish his education.  His chosen
college was in England.  England is a small place.  He's coming over in a
few weeks and I'm driving down to meet him at the airport to help him
settle to his new life...  and help him settle my cock deep in his
beautiful, tight and black backside as often as possible.
   Darius Thornhill 2007 More at: /~DariusThornhill