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Brother 2 Brother, Part II Darien followed me to my house, and the drive seemed to take forever. I kept looking back at him in my rear view mirror bouncing around to the music, totally oblivious to what was about to take place. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck and I clenched the steering wheel tightly, trying to rationalize what I was getting myself into. I began to wonder if he was being honest with me about not being involved with a man before that day - if he was just out on the prowl, planning to take advantage of my naivete. My sexual resume included a healthy, active history of relations with women and meaningless booty calls. So I knew the drill when it came to the old slam and scram. But now I was drifting off into uncharted waters, and had butterflies in my stomach like some little wet virgin. Darien was exactly the type of guy that dominated my fantasies about getting busy with a dude, and now that I had gotten the guts to initiate this meeting, I was . . . was . . . Oh hell! I didn't know what I to think, and that was the problem. I was thinking too much! So I just took a deep breath and stopped tripping. I was still in control here. I could do this. I lived alone in a townhouse ever since my divorce, and had purposely refurbished the place to reflect and celebrate my regained freedom and bachelor lifestyle. I was heavily into jazz music and every wall in the house held some type of mural or artwork depicting a jazz club scene with bands and lounge singers. My music room was lined from floor to ceiling with CD's and albums of all types. I turned on the sound system and Boney James suddenly filled the air. I had speakers throughout the house in every room, so sweet music surrounded us as I gave Darien the grand tour. He was very impressed with the layout, which pleased me. I didn't really have a lot of male friends that shared my interests, so I got some measure of satisfaction from his approval of my tastes. My bedroom had more of the same ambiance including my prized autographed photos of Miles Davis and George Benson, which I had professionally framed on the wall by the door. "Aw man, this place is the bomb!" Darien said. "I thought my crib was hooked, but your shit is like that!" He walked around to the other side of my king size bed and sat down in my chaise lounger. "Brother, you are living lovely. I didn't know you had it like that. What's up, you a drug dealer?" he joked. "Nigga please!" I shrieked. "I wouldn't be bothered with that shit! No, my game is legit. I just like having nice things and I believe in giving myself what I want. Besides, I don't have anyone in my life to be nice to right now." I sat down on the bed and took off my shoes. "Well," he replied in a serious tone. "I sure hope you'll be nice to me right now." He got up and came around to where I was sitting and kneeled down in front of me. He pulled his body up close between my legs, wrapped his long arms around my ass as I sat on the bed. I closed my eyes and my body shuddered as I breathed in his hot manly aroma. His muscular upper body encased me tightly like a vice grip and his hand played up and down my lower spine. He stayed there for a few seconds weighing my reaction and his intense brown eyes locked me down. His approach and voice was gentle as he appealed to me. "Please don't be afraid of me. I know what you're feeling right now and I'm feeling it too. We don't have to do anything if you're having second thoughts. I just need a friend right now, somebody I can be honest with and who will understand what I'm going through. You know what I mean? It's hard for a man to share his desires for another man like this, and I need somebody I can be with and talk to man to man. Believe me, I know what it does to you inside and when I saw your ad. I knew it was the hardest thing for you - to put yourself out there like that. That's why I called you. I want to be there for you through this and I need you to be there for me. You're a beautiful brother and fine as hell, but please don't run back into that macho shell. I want to be with you . . . please. Let me be with you." Damn, he said the right thing! I exhaled slowly and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his back. I laid my head on his wide shoulder and breathed him in. His body was solid and strong beneath me and I let my hands glide down his back. "You got me." I whispered in his ear. "You got me." We stayed there embracing for a while and my mind flashed back to my younger years enduring puberty. Every inch of me was electrified with wild stimulation, and emotional walls crumbled as I accepted this exchange. All the man I was connected to Darien in a way I had never known with a woman. I was experiencing and enjoying a real, passionate sexual interlude with another black man. It was deep . . . it was good. I welcomed it. We ended up laying across the bed just talking heart to heart. He shared how his gay cousin had introduced him, somewhat, to gay sex. He had visited his family out West during the summer and was left alone with his cousin one afternoon. "Somehow he sensed I was bisexual all those years, and he finally just jumped on me." he explained. "He gave me my first blow job and wanted me to screw him, but I was too scared. He taught me how to suck dick, but that's all I did with him. He intimidated me too much, and didn't want to talk about it at all - just wanted to fool around. So, I left there feeling so guilty and confused and scared that somebody would find out what we did. I haven't called back since, and you're the only other person who knows." Darien was quiet for a minute, then said, "So you see, I'm still looking for my first time, but I want it to be something real special, something I won't be ashamed of." "Have you ever kissed a man before?" I asked looking up at the ceiling. My heart jumped as he turned and moved his rock hard body right up next to me. He gently turned my face over to meet his. "You mean like this?" he asked as those soft wet lips met mine, not giving me a chance to speak. The reaction was mutual - whimpers of extreme pleasure - our tongues danced a tango, pressing and swirling. Feeling suddenly charged, my body lifted up from the pillow, and I turned him over onto his back pushing my tongue into his throat. He thrust me back over and returned the assault, his large hand softly applying pressure around my neck as he sucked hhard on my bottom lip. I submitted to his will as he moved on top of me straddling my legs. He pulled my t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor. His large hands forcefully massaged my massive chest and shoulders and pinched my fat nipples, sending sweet sparks of pain through me. Then he reached down to loosen my belt. My thick sausage sprang out of my boxers as he edged my pants down careful not to touch it. The swollen head glistened as clear, sticky pre-cum pooled around my navel, and big veins throbbed down the shaft as I flexed my sex muscle. Darien now stood at the foot of the bed and tossed my clothes to the floor, his eyes worshiped my body. "You're so big," he exclaimed in awe. I looked down at his crotch and his dick was growing and growing. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt and began to strip when I abruptly stopped him. "Wait," I said sliding down to the edge of the bed, my dick slapping my stomach with each movement. He paused, letting the shirt fall to the floor. I looked up at his towering frame into his eyes. He was a golden African god and his rippled mid section pulsated as he took deep breaths. His skin was smooth as silk and soft, fine hairs traced a path from his navel down into his pants. "Let me do that," I said opening his jeans. He had on button fly denims and silk boxers. He gyrated his ass as I slid them down and inhaled his intoxicating hot aroma, a sweet mixture of male sweat and vanilla. His long, erect tool hugged his thigh as I continued down his leg - his balls hung low and full. I had almost reached his knee when that sex pipe suddenly sprang up and slammed into my chin. It looked a foot long! "Damn!" I blurted out. "You could hurt a brother with that thing." Pre-cum was oozing down his shin and I rubbed some off and took his bouncing dick into my hand. I slowly stroked him feeling it fatten and constrict as he tensed up. This was the first time I had ever touched another man's joint and I felt like a kid in a candy store. I reached around and massaged his firm butt cheeks which he playfully flexed teasing me. His body was so powerful, so overwhelming, and I felt entranced groping him while that monster dick bobbed and jiggled just inches from my face. He intentionally thrust forward quickly making it slam against my mouth and a I stuck my tongue out to give it one long juicy lick. He tasted so good in my mouth. He tightened his jaws shut and hissed through clenched teeth. I started to lean forward for another hungry swipe when he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. My rock hard erection stood straight up and he leaped on the bed straddling me once more. His hot mouth went straight down on my throbbing manhood and I screamed, my body retracted sharply as if all the air had been punched out of me. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, startled by my reaction. His long caramel chiseled body tethered over me frozen, his snake dick extended back behind him on my knees and oozed more fluid down my legs onto the bed comforter. I doubled over trying to catch my wind. "Aw shit man!" I groaned. "I can't take it." My abs compressed uncontrollably from the pleasure. "I've never been sucked before . . . aw shit." His strong hand pushed me back again and rubbed my chest as I calmed. "Just relax, close your eyes and take deep breaths." he said. "I'll go real slow." He worked me out for at least an hour, his hands and mouth exploring me. I succumbed to his hungry attack and my body vibrated, convulsing as he devoured me. I think I passed out momentarily when he went down on my balls and invaded my spot -- the hairs on his goatee tickled my ass hole. Streams of hot cum shot from me like lava and his giant hands skillfully stroked my dick and milked it dry. I looked down at him as tears ran down my cheeks. My cum glazed his face like a cinnamon bun and my body quivered helplessly as waves of orgasm continued to rush through my loins. The bed was drenched with our sweat and my juice and we both collapsed. It took me a few minutes to get myself together before I got up to go get a towel to clean off. Then we continued from where we left off. This time I serviced him as he coached me, showing me what to do and how to do it. I did my best on that big 10 inch dick, but I wasn't as good as he was. My clumsiness seemed to enhance his pleasure, and being ordered what to do was paradise to me. Just before he was about to climax, he told me to lie back down and he sat down on me, straddling my chest. His muscular ass ground into me and he bucked as my chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. My head was sandwiched between his hairy thighs and he gently slapped my face with his stiff, hot dick. Then he cupped the back of my head and brought it up to work on him again, careful not to give me to me much. I was grateful, but I pumped him in my mouth as hard as I could like a starving animal. "Yeah," he moaned. "Suck it boy! Oh, shit!" Suddenly, he pulled out and jumped up to stand above me with one hand on the ceiling for balance, pumping his dick madly. I knew he was about to shoot, and I coaxed him on while staring at that spectacle. Finally, he squealed and threw his head back. Every vein stood out on his entire body and saliva streamed from the corner of his mouth. I closed my eyes as hot steamy cum shot down on my naked body. I spread it all over me, like lotion, and tingled with ecstasy. Then he told me to sit up before him, while he still stood there. In amazement I watched him bend over arching his back to bring his wet dick up into his mouth. It was a spectacle to behold! He slowly squeezed the last ounce of his sweet cum into his mouth and then kneeled down to kiss me. I couldn't resist and as we shared his juices on our tongues, I pulled him down on top of me and fell into paradise. That was just lesson one. We continued our fuck fest into the night and it was the time of my life. He did make good on his bet from earlier that day, and the experience was so moving I can't find words to describe it. Just rest assured, I worked him like a slave! This is a true story that took place in the summer of '97. Darien moved out of the area, but we remain bonded friends for life. I have not shared a sexual relationship with another brother since, but I have been changed forever--for the better. I hope those of you in a similar predicament can find some solace in this story and that your experience will be as beautiful as mine. Please forward your comments to me at vibebox@hotmail.com. PEACE!