The Biggest Ever
An erotic tale based on the true experience of a bisexual married man
By Billy Jay Dee
Andrew is 50. I couldn't guess his age at first because his ebony head is closely shaved. But his sparse curly chest hairs and pubs, sprinkled with gray, gave it away. He had a thin body and was about my height, 6'1".
I'd given up waiting on him at a downtown bar after work. Then, we ran into one another on the street.
"Don't give up on me Bill. I'm a good guy," he admonished with a grin.
As we wandered back in and found a seat, a friend of his joined us. I wasn't sure if they were thinking three-way or this was a straight friend that had just wandered by.
Kevin was as tall as us and white like me. He was beefy and handsome, sincere and sweet, but his conversation was limited to every barroom cliché and pick-up line ever used. He wasn't the sort of person you'd discuss existentialism with. You could discuss such things with the well-traveled Andrew and much more. Andrew had only recently met his fisherman buddy Kevin.
It ended up Kevin was bi-sexual, but that hadn't been clear to Andrew until the evening before.
"Andrew really likes you. You'll have a good time," Kevin told me, confidentially.
After a few beers Andrew and I went to his apartment to walk his dog. Once back inside we found ourselves in one another's arms kissing madly. My fingers felt a stiff cock running crossways in his undershorts. My blue eyes spoke volumes as they glanced between his crotch and his brown eyes.
He smiled between the pecking of our lips and pulled off his tee shirt. I pulled at his belt until his slacks fell to the floor. There was something different about his "whitey tighties". They looked more like a sling than shorts. He had a 10x3 inch black python that curved sharply back to his left.
We couldn't get it in. He lubed one finger and worked it up my ass, two fingers, three fingers, but still no luck. We wore Andrew out with foreplay and I ended up straddling his flat belly while finger fucking his black ass and jerking myself off. The pearly white drops of my ejaculate stood out sharply against the dark background of his groin and thighs.
Then it was off to dinner.
After dinner, we returned to Andrew's apartment. It's barren even for a bachelor's pad. He and his dog are only here for the summer. He gets us beers and we sit together on the couch. At some point in the conversation, he takes off his shirt. I absently think he's hot. Shortly thereafter he stands to take off his slacks and I know he's not wearing shorts. Naked, he sits next to me.
The conversation turns to the history of the minor scrapes and scars on his body, which obliges me to remove my pants so we can observe the nasty purple boo-boo on my left knee. So there we are sitting arm and arm, naked. His literally black arm laying across my Alaskan white body reminded me of my own tanned arm lying across my wife's ivory thighs or the well-tanned studs in porno flicks putting it to milky-skinned honeys.
I thought it boded well for the roles we intended to play. My limp white six incher also made a nice sharp contrast to his prodigious chocolate love log.
I couldn't resist any longer and bent my head to his lap as I raised that rubbery mass of man meat to my lips. I glanced up to see him smiling.
"Hold on a minute," he said after no appreciable change in his erection.
Considering his age, the difficulty we'd had before dinner and the lack of response to my half dozen licks on his giant Tootsie Roll, I figured he was taking some Viagra. He returned too quickly for that with two large pillows, a bag of goodies and a cock ring. He squatted on the couch beside me after plopping the pillows on his end of the couch. While telling a funny story about his first cock ring (too small and the queen behind the counter could have "told you that in the first place") he lugged his enormous cock through the ring, then snapped the straps around both his virtually hairless balls. It prettied up his package nicely.
I went back to sucking his cock. It so quickly got hard that I was suddenly unable to get my mouth around it and had to settle for the pleasure of sucking the head only. He struggled into a condom and threw himself back on the pillows.
"What did you say about straddling this thing and sliding down?"
I squatted over him with my left knee on the couch and right foot on the floor. I reached down with my right hand and wrestled around with his big dick, but it was like trying to get a rope thru the eye of a needle.
"Let's try something else," he suggested, lifting me off as he got to his feet. "Lean over the pillows."
Andrew stood behind me, stretched my ass checks apart with the palms of his hands, placed the swollen head of the beast against my hole, and then started a slow full-scale invasion of my rectum.
It was mind-boggling. Every muscle in my body tensed up, but he kept on with the slow steady push. I arched my back in hopes of some relief but that just allowed his rod to swell more within me and penetrate more easily. I couldn't believe all ten inches could get in until I felt the leather harness of his cock ring rub my white ass. He started pulling out, and out, and out. Then the next irresistible invasion began. Usually, it only takes a top man popping me half a dozen times and I'm in Heaven. Honestly, with Andrew it was two dozen slow strokes before I could encourage him.
"You sure?"
When I assured him, he reached for the remote on the coffee table next to us. Still fucking my upturned ass, he surfed thru the CD player till he found some "dance" music and started fucking me to the beat. I couldn't believe it. I had to put my right hand on the floor to brace us. Every muscle in my body tensed up again. Without losing the beat he reached for more lotion and began dripping it on his cock when it slid out. Lots of the white globs fell on my ass and in the small of my back.
"How about a massage?"
While he was ramming my ass to the beat of a fast song he could also grind the tension out of my muscular shoulders. I had warned him repeatedly that I wouldn't be able to take much before having to use the bathroom, but he'd stayed in the saddle banging me through several songs, before it started to get messy down there.
After we cleaned up, I met him in the living room again. His mammoth black mass of lovemeat was still hard.
"What position this time?" I asked
"Let's just get it in first, then worry about that."
I held the tip of the condom on the head of his heavy cock as he struggled to unroll it down a veiny black shaft the thickness of my wrist.
"Bend over, Bill."
Without much effort or pain he was back in me. He pulled my ass down to meet his upward thrust and getting a little extra depth by pushing off with his tippy toes. He ended up banging me, long and hard and thick again. This time, we were standing in the middle of the living room. With nothing to brace us against, I had to "assume the position" as my father used to say. But, as I stood there my white trembling ass in the air, holding my ankles, the 2x4 wasn't landing across my butt, but driving in and out of it.
More exhausted than sated, we ended up in Andrew's bed before another round.
"I like you," Andrew whispered. "I hope we can get together again, next time you are in town."
I think so!