When I was in high school I thought I was the ugliest shit on earth. True, I wasn't interested in girls, but I thought that cause I was so dark-skinned, I was too ugly to attract a guy. Everybody was always interested in the white boys first, then the Latinos, and maybe some other guys. The black girls were all into the light-skinned brothas and well, it seemed logical that if I wasn't the only fag in school - they would find me least attractive. So after high school when I joined the Navy, I wasn't looking nor expecting that Rob would prove me wrong. Some guys think that the military has lots of quick and easy sex going on among soldiers. Nothing could be further from the truth, if you plan on sticking around any time. In the service, you gotta be very discrete. Civies don't know what discrete is in the outside world. Hell, sometimes it might take you a few months of work, to find and nurture a situation with a buddy. And you better the hell not be caught off-base doing tearooms, parks and shit - cause your ass is gone. Well, I graduated from feeling like a black turd in school to feeling not much better in Uncle Sam's Navy. But it is better. I met guys from all over the country, we ate, drank, worked and slept in a close environment. One of the guys I got to know quickly was Rob. Robbie was everything that I wasn't except for black. Yes, Rob was black but some days it was hard to tell. Rob is what you might call a yellow brotha. He's high-tan with sandy brown hair and gray eyes. Let me tell you, the brotha spiked my pipe the first time I laid eyes on him. But like in high school, I quickly tried to let go of the fantasy, the dream of being with Rob. One thing I noticed about Rob was that he had little flashes of feminine manners about him. I can't pin-point all of the ones I sensed, but something about the way he talked and said certain things was what first started my suspicions. His tone of voice and everything sometimes sounded like a girl. My curiosity was as erect as my cock. I forget how long it was, but one weekend leave Rob and I decided to go over to Seattle. We spent Saturday morning in downtown, then went to a Husky football game. Afterwards, we drove around checking out the sites here and there. Rob never talked about women in the way that most of the other guys did - so I was sure he was at least mostly gay, even if a little bit bisexual. Well, we go to this club called Re-Bar down near the freeway. I'd heard that it was mixed, babes and "queers" as some guy on base called us. I thought that this would be safe to check Rob out for sure. Some chicks were getting close but Rob didn't lead them on. I even said to him as a test, "Hey man, them bitches wanna jump your fine body." He just laughed, shining those pearly white teeth and those sparkly gray eyes at me. I wanted to jump him myself. We left and got a room in a motel on Aurora Avenue. Our room was on the corner, with a view of both downtown and Lake Union. God I hoped to get laid. I think we both were hoping to. I undressed and did my shower thing, then Rob went in afterwards. I was in bed and had the TV on when he returned to the room. We had two separate beds and there was a night-stand between them. We sat there on our separate beds watching TV. Seemed that Rob wasn't going to make a move unless I did it first. "Damn, I'm horny!" I said. "Hell, me too." he answered. "You could be freakin' now homie, but you let it get away!" I said. "She-it, I didn't want none-a-that," was Rob's reply. "You a picky mutha-fucker. You know you fine, you just picky." I teased, but not really teasing. "I ain't picky, I just know what I like." Rob countered. "And what might that be, my man?" I retorted. Rob hesitated a minute. "I could tell you. If...." "What? If what?" "You'd bug out man." Rob answered. My heart was racing now and I wedged my dick between my legs, as it was rock hard and trying to make a tent in the sheets. "No, man. I wouldn't bug out on you. What? You like guys?" I ask. I needed to know cause I had the need to breed or get to the bathroom soon to jack off. "Yea." he answers, in a softer voice. My heart almost stops. Please god, tell me that what I think I've heard is true. "You said yea?" I ask. "Yea" he answers softly. "Rob, if you tellin' me the truth, then I got somethin' to tell you." I say, as my heart tries to leap out of my body. I feel that my head is going to explode. "What?" he asks. "I've been wanting to make love to you since I met you." I answer. I lock vision with him. Slowly he pulls down his boxer shorts and tosses them off the bed. His light-skinned body shines like a flame and I'm a moth. In seconds, I'm standing beside him, my 10" pole pointing at him. He sits up and takes me into his mouth. I cannot remember a better suck, nor can I remember wanting to be sucked as much as I wanted at that moment. "Oh baby!" I cry out in hushed whispered voice. There's nothing like sex with a brotha, and soul-sex with a brotha whom you really care about is of another world. What we were experiencing was soul to soul. Rob and me, we weren't just fag boys, we weren't just homies either, we were both. Rob and me, we weren't just mouths and cocks, but we were history, present and future. We were all the brothas who'd came before us - all the beautiful same-sex lovin' brothas. We were the educated and un-educated black brotha of back then, now, and someday, who knew enough, who knew and followed his heart. Rob and I knew what our minds and dicks liked and in that motel room, we feasted for all our years of hunger. We sucked and fucked for faith and hope. When my dick reached the back of his throat, the message was given "brotha, I don't just want to be with you man, I want to be in you" and Rob's message to me was "welcome home". I welcomed Rob home as well, as I took his creamy 9" sword all the way down my throat. I grunted and sputtered a bit, almost up-chucking. But I re-swallowed the juice and continued on his tower with a vengeance. I was determined to give my entire throat to Rob if it meant that I would have all of his brotha-cock. I twirled around so that now only I was sucking cock. Then I crouched down and then my face was at his balls - I lapped them. I moved lower and lifted his legs. "Oh, goddam..." he moaned. My breath hit his cheeks and my mouth was on his ass-hole fast as lightning. If he had said something like "What the fu..." I might have paused long enough to explain and warn that I was going to get to eat the hell out of it if I had to whip his ass for that right. But I needed no explanation. As I slapped his ass, and pulled my tongue out of his canal long enough to call him every name in the "Dictionary of Whoredome", he knew what was up. Rob knew what I liked, and he liked it too. Over and over, I penetrated him with my tongue, holding his legs back far and wide. I reached my hands up to his pecs and palmed him like crazy. "Are you a virgin down there, Rob? If so, tonight's your last night." I say as I stretch out and rest my body full-scale on top of him. "Do you mind for a dark brotha to make love to you?" Moments later, my lubed cock is slithering into his innards - 7, 8, 9 inches. The tears rolling down Rob's cheeks are no longer just tears of pain. I feel him pushing his innards out attempting to swallow me. He knows that when he does this, his walls stay in place as my drill burrows deeper into his soul. I look down and my brotha-babe is all mine. He is inflamed with hunger for me - and seeing his need sets off the animal in me. My civility almost shuts down as I growl, knowing that this man will not leave this bed till he has been used deep and wide. Rob will be a heifer-hole when I'm through - if I ever finish - oh let me never finish. Let me shoot, and keep on going forever and ever. There is no place that I should have to be, no work so important than fucking the daylights out of my Rob. I will make his eternally tight hole so accommodating that I will be able to penetrate him at will any moment of the day or night. I stroke, long and short. I cannot believe that his intestines feel so good wrapped around my black homo-cock. Rob grunts and groans, now in complete pleasure. Now I fuck him not just as my serious babe and my soul-brotha, but I fuck him this way and that, to see what it does to him. I experiment. What happens when I stroke from this angle here or with that pattern there. Yes, I like that response - I stroke him internally. I feel his guts trying to swallow and vomit me. We are animals and my sadistic mind enjoys it as Rob lets out a fart. It is like the bell that rings as the gate opens and the dogs are let loose to chase the rabbit around the track. My torpedo chases the dark end of his intestines. I'm covered in sweat as I probe this beautiful brotha. "Take it slut! Mutha-fucker, you're my slut!" I slam at him verbally. I claim complete ownership of him. No other creature has sex with my Rob! I'm a mutha-fuckin husband! Rob is covered with sweat as he now endures full 10" strokes. "That's it, that's my girl, Rob. Pussy out for me, babe. Take it like a MAN. Take it like a man-loving man. Yea, all the way in that slurpy hole!" "Augh! Yea! I'm your girl!" Rob cries. He's been pushing his guts out toward my pubic hair and air again escapes. Each time this has happened, the suction has increased and I know that I'm going over the edge. "I'm gonna blow, baby." I cry. "Blow, all the way!" Rob begs. I'm completely in him now, not a centimeter of my log is exposed to the open air, it is all inside of him. My lava erupts just as his does. He bathes us both as I bathe his intestines. I've got my brotha! ===============END=============== Yo, let me know what you think! malesex98@yahoo.com
