This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of homosexuality. If this offends you, then you probably shouldn't read it. I welcome any and all comments and appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received. I'd also like to say thanks to the folks at Nifty
"I know, I just blurted it out like that." I said. "I couldn't control myself, I saw you there in your Mom's house and you looked so good in your natural surroundings" I was babbling so much that I didn't hear him say, Go home Parker. Suddenly his words broke through my fog. "What?" I asked. "I said go home" he repeated. "What? I don't., did you hear what I said?" I asked. "Yes, I heard you. Now, please hear me. You don't belong here." he said. I felt weak. I didn't understand. I came all this way. I reached for him and he pushed my hand away. I could feel my eyes start to well. I stepped back. I needed to regain my composure. This was not at all what I thought would happen. Rejection. I turned away. "I, uh, I'm sorry." I said weakly. "It never occurred to me that you didn't feel the same way" I continued. I didn't know what to do. I had been so sure he'd be happy to hear me say it. "Um, well, I guess I should leave" I said leaving the door open for him to stop me. He stood there looking at his shoes. I remember thinking how much he looked like a lost child. I turned away again and started walking back to his Mom's house. The pain was searing now. I was crushed. I stopped. I couldn't go back to his Mom's house. She would undoubtedly have questions. I stood in the street for a second. I wanted to get my bearings. I stood on the corner of Third and Jackson. I pulled out my cell and called information. I asked the operator for the number of any cab company. I called for a cab and waited. I ran the situation over in my mind. I had done it again. I allowed someone in and he took advantage of it. I was getting mad. I was a fool. I had followed someone across country only to be rejected. "Fuck!" I said aloud. I was trying desperately to keep it together. I looked around. No one was there to see my outburst. After about 35 minutes a taxi pulled up. I got in and headed for my hotel. Pittsburgh is a really pretty town, but, I didn't notice. As the cab snaked though pretty neighborhoods and across a bridge, all I could think was how hurt I was. "Fucker!" I muttered under my breath. "Excuse me?" the cab driver asked. "Nothing" I said and sank further into the seat. I wanted to go home. I wanted to forget the entire last 6 months. The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel and I paid the driver, got out and rushed through the lobby. As I got to the elevator, I fell. "Fuck!" I yelled as I hit the floor. I looked up and the entire lobby stopped. Two teenage girls stood off to one side giggling. "I'm sorry" I said, to no one in particular, and crawled into the elevator. Pittsburgh was not the best place for me to be right now. It was still pretty early in the day. I went back to my room and closed the drapes. I sat on the bed in the darkened room and felt myself starting to cry. No. I thought. He's not going to make me cry. I walked over to the mini bar. I opened the door and started rooting through the bottles. I found two bottles of Jack Daniels and opened one. I took a gulp. Jesus, I thought, how the hell do they do that in movies? The whiskey left a warm trail and I took another swig. It wasn't as bad as the first one. I sat at the edge of the bed and polished off the tiny bottle, then began working on the second one. After a couple of hours, the floor was littered with a dozen or so of the tiny bottles, and I was shit-faced. Eventually, I passed out. At about 11pm, I awoke to a commotion in the hall. I managed to drag my drunken ass to the door to see what the commotion was. Kneeling on the floor was a hotel employee. He had obviously just dropped a large tray of dishes. He looked up at me, his face crimson. "I'm very sorry, sir" he said. I looked back at him. He couldn't have been more than 19 or 20. He had the sweetest face and the prettiest brown eyes. He looked as if he was about to cry. I went to help him. A few guests had peeked out to see what the noise was and then went back to their rooms as he apologized. "I'm okay. I can get this" he said to me. "It's okay, I don't mind" I said. "Do you suppose you could bring me up a sandwich?" I asked. I hadn't eaten all day. "Yes sir. I'll get that for you right away" he replied. I handed him a stack of plates and a few shards of broken glass. I asked him if he was going to be okay and he assured me he would be, and gathered up the rest of the dishes and headed toward the elevator. He promised he would personally make and deliver my sandwich, no charge, because I had helped him. I stumbled back to my room and lay down on the bed. I must've passed out because when I awoke he was standing over me. Looking around at the array of empty bottles, he asked if I was alright. I rubbed my head and then told him I was okay. I just needed a little food. I reached for the tray. He had a brought a very large club sandwich. I took a wedge and started to eat. He was beside the bed. It suddenly dawned on me he was waiting for a tip. I struggled to reach into my pockets for my wallet. In doing so, I rolled off the bed, landing face down on the floor. I surveyed the damage. There must've been at least a dozen little empty bottles on the floor. "Oy" I said. Pulling myself up, I found myself at eye level with his crotch. I suddenly remembered why I was as drunk as I was. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. I thought, Oh buddy, you are about to get so much more than a tip. I slid my hand up his leg and he made no move to stop me. I massaged a sizeable bulge in his slacks. My mouth began to water. I totally wanted to suck his cock. He opened his jeans and was wearing clean tighty whities. There was definitely something growing in those briefs. I moved my mouth over the fabric. I could smell his youthful manliness. I tongued and chewed the meat through the fabric. It was still growing. "Mmmm" he moaned above me. "Eat it" I heard him say as he laced his fingers behind my head. I pulled his slacks down and began to slowly pull down his underwear. He had a nice 7 inch cock. It was beautiful. It rose from an auburn colored bush with walnut sized nuts that were shaved. I licked his balls first. This elicited a loud groan. "No one's ever licked my balls, man." he said. I licked one into my mouth and rolled it around gently with my tongue. Then I moved to the other. I devoted the same attention to each nut. After a few minutes I felt something hit my forehead. Reaching up I felt precum. The kid must've been in heaven. His cock was drooling precum. I licked the base of his cock and moved upward. He trembled. I was slowly working my way up the shaft when he came. I tried desperately to get my mouth over the pulsing rod. I managed to get the last 3 shots in my mouth. "God, I'm sorry." he said. "You had me so worked up" he continued. I reached up and wiped his cum from the side of my face. He took my hand and licked it off. He looked at me. "It gets me hot" he said. He stumbled into the bathroom and took a piss. When he returned he was naked. "I've never fucked a black guy" he said. "Dude, I was hoping to fuck you" I said. "Maybe we can fuck each other" he said. "Yeah, that'll work" I replied. He walked over to the bed and started helping me get undressed. I started taking off my shoes. I was still a drunk, but, this was going to be fun. I saw this as a revenge fuck. I was a little sorry that this kid was going to have to pay for Chris' fuck up, but, he wanted it. When I was naked he started rubbing my back. I tried to guide his hand to my dick, but he kept massaging my back. "I've never fucked a black guy before" he said. "You said that already" I said. "I know, I was just hoping you'd get the message and lay down" he said. I laid down and he started massaging my ass. I figured I was ripe, as I hadn't showered since morning. He pulled apart my cheeks and started to blow on my asshole. His hot breath felt so good on my ass. I moaned softly. I forgot about wanting to fuck his ass, temporarily. He stuck his tongue in between my cheeks. I gasped. I wasn't ready for that. He began to lap at my asshole. I began to squirm. It felt good, but I wasn't prepared. He locked his arms around my legs and began a ten minute tongue fuck. I was mistaken. He was young, but he was experienced. When he stopped I was so horny he could have stuck his arm up my ass. "Please, fuck me now!" I gasped. He rose up behind me and pulled my asscheeks apart. He hawked a loogie into the crack then began to wedge his cockhead into my hole. "Condom" I said. He leaned into my ear and whispered "I like it raw" "Dude, I play safe" I said. "Sucks to be you" he said and shoved his hard cock into my hole. "Oh God!" I cried out. He covered my mouth with his hand and proceeded to rape me. Holding one hand over my mouth he fucked me senseless. He pounded my ass like he owned it. It was a sloppy fuck. He slipped out a couple times. Then he would roughly shove it back in. I groaned each time. He talked to me as he abused me. "Take it, bitch" "Move that ass" "Like that, don't you?" He was bigger than I thought. He wasn't as big as Chris, but it had been a while since I had been fucked. He worked hard. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back. I wondered if he was getting close, but as he had cum in my mouth just 30 minutes before, I didn't know how long he'd last. I began to squeeze and contract my hole just to get him off. I wanted my turn. My cock ached. I wanted to shove my cock up his tight ass. Surely he was close. He pulled out and flipped my over onto my back. I thought he was ready for me to fuck him. He spread my legs wide. He looked down at my abused hole. "That's hot" he said. He jacked his cock a little and climbed on top of me. He pointed his cock at my hole. "Unnngh" I groaned as he shoved it back in. "Shut up" he hissed in my ear as he leaned over me. He was using his hands to hold my thighs apart. "Good, huh?" he asked as he drove himself into me faster and faster. He looked at me. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. "Getting close" he said. He was driving the air out of my lungs with each thrust. "I, uh, I'm gonna, ugh" he cried. He was cumming inside of me. I could feel his cock head expanding as he shot off round after round inside of my used asshole. He stayed inside me until he was completely spent. He pulled out and went to the bathroom. I figured he was getting ready for his turn, but when he emerged he was dressed. "What's going on, I thought you were going to let me fuck you" I said. "Yeah, right" he said and laughed as he crossed the room and left. I felt like a fool. My ass hurt. I stood and tried to walk over to the door. My legs were wobbly and I could feel his load seeping from my ass. He had fucked me much harder than I thought. I dropped to my knees and crawled into the bathroom. I pulled myself to the toilet and tried to force the rest of his load from my ass. I contracted my ass muscles and forced what must have been a two week load from my chute. I groaned as I stood and crossed over to the shower. My legs ached and my asshole burned. I stepped under the shower and turned on the water. The sting of cold water shocked me back to consciousness. Gradually the water started to warm up. I thought about the fuck. It was a good fuck. I began to lather my body. When I reached my ass, I washed the hole. Just touching it brought back his intense fuck. I massaged a finger into my ass and felt my cock come to life. I started to jack my dick. I knew already I was close. Thirty seconds of jerking and I was shooting a healthy load against the shower wall. I gotta get home, I thought.
To Be Continued.