This story involves sexual acts of an adult nature. If you are not old enough to legally view such material according to the law in your area then you are obligated to get off this page. If not enjoy.
This story involves an interracial relationship of a homosexual nature between two consenting men whose age differ substantially. Both men are above 18 years of age, neither man is over 40 years of age. If such material offends you (or if it's not the type of story you're looking for) feel free to leave.
All work are the original work of the author, me, feel free to read but do not take my shit and represent it as yours. That being said, enjoy
Ebony X Ivory: Sonny's Breakthrough
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Kevin runs his hand through his short blond hair. As he yawns his hand passes over his face, reflecting the tart smell of morning breath, his gray eyes widen for a second in response before he climbs out of bed.
“What if God was one of us?” Kevin sings as he squeezes the tube of toothpaste onto his toothbrush, continuing the song in an incomprehensible, tone-deaf murmur accompanied by the sound of the brush scrubbing his teeth. He spits then rinses. His lips pull into a smile, his alabaster teeth shinning against the tanned gold of his skin. He looks at the gentle stubble lazily reaching up his face. He rubs it, enjoying the feel of the small hairs before lathering up and taking a razor to them. His hair gets a generous amount of gel before he meticulously picks it out with his fingers, arranging the spikes till he’s satisfied.
Before he even turns the water on for his shower he heads towards the kitchen. The sound of sizzling and the smell of a home cooked breakfast hits him like twin aphrodisiacs, causing his stomach to gurgle as his genitals stir. He rounds the corner quietly and leans against the wall, staring at the man cooking him breakfast.
Solomon, or Sonny if you know him well enough, stands in front of the stove. He’s half naked. His meaty cheeks push against the back of his boxers, his blue jean shorts sag just under a round ass as hard as any Kevin has ever felt. Gentle beads of water dot the top of his back, he must have taken a shower when Kevin was… indisposed.
Sonny’s back is cut, dark skin pulled into tight creases of muscle. Despite the evidence of his constant trips to the gym he still hasn‘t managed to bulk up the way he wants to, something Kevin is trying to convince him is unnecessary. His hair, cut low, has his initials (SD) etched into the back, evidence of his youth and background.
Kevin tip toes behind Sonny, struggling not to laugh. he slides his hands around Sonny’s back towards his abs, enjoying the barely suppressed shiver that runs through his dark skinned lover’s body. He runs his tongue across the right side of Sonny’s neck, ending in a wet suckle. Sonny elbows him off, his own ivory teeth prominent on his face due to an embarrassed smile. Kevin tries to close the distance again. Sonny pushes him away.
“I got class.” Sonny says in his velvet smooth voice as he keeps his spread fingers against Kevin’s bare chest, holding him at bay. Kevin gives him a look that says so-what.
“Just a quickie?” Kevin asks, his voice an erection inspiring husky as he raises his eyebrows and pulls one of Sonny’s fingers into his mouth. Sonny gives him a look that says you-a-damn-lie.
“Stop… you gone make me late.” Sonny complains, not trying too hard to pull his fingers away from Kevin’s lips.
“I’ll drive you.” Kevin says, making the same offer he makes every morning while pulling his mouth off Sonny’s ring finger and sucking onto his thumb, his face twisting to get a better angle. Kevin watches as Sonny’s chocolate eyes lock onto his. Kevin slowly pulls off, watching Sonny’s bottom lip quiver.
"I knew I shouldna moved in wit you." Sonny says, trying hard to be mad as Kevin kisses up the inside of his arm. Their relationship is two years old. That’s one plus years of, “I’m not sure,” and, “yeah but…” then, finally, three months ago this shy, wonderful, eager to please, African American health nut from the streets FINALLY agreed to move in with him. He’d only asked about a thousand times. Since then he’s been on cloud nine. He gets sex when he wants it, dinner every night, breakfast every once in a while and whenever he needs him Sonny is right there, no more than a arm’s length away. He gets to drive a lot more since Sonny, who at nineteen is thirteen years younger than he is, has a lot of friends and no car.
Kevin takes Sonny’s wrist, pulling his hand past his right ear and going in for the coup de grace. His lips touch Sonny’s. No tongue, no face twisting, just a gentle brush... a tease. He feels Sonny melt before pushing him away and turning around to keep making breakfast.
“I’m in here tryin to do somethin nice for you and you can’t jus let me go? When’s the last time I cooked breakfast for yo pasty white ass anyway?” Sonny says, masking the vulnerability of his helpless arousal with false anger.
“Monday.” Kevin states, ignoring the irritated glance this brings. It's obvious why Sonny's annoyed since the Monday in question was two days ago, “Well you know I can't cook" Sonny nods before pouring a sprinkle of cheese over the hot eggs. Kevin waits for a second before turning his palm towards Sonny and pressing it against his lower back, rubbing in a circular motion. For a second he thinks it's working till Sonny puts his elbow to Kevin's chest, gently pushing him away.
"C'mon you know you want to.” Kevin complains, feeling like a dirty old man trying to steal some boy's virtue. Sonny checks the waffle iron his mom gave him for his college dorm (the one she‘s no longer paying for) “Besides, I’m helping aren’t I?” Kevin says, referring to the money he gives Sonny to help pay for school. As soon as the words are out his mouth he wants to rewind time and take them back. He braces for the inevitable explosion.
Sonny’s shoulders slump and Kevin thanks God he’s not flying off the handle. Those four words have started many a fight. Sonny even threatened to kick his ass once. Then again, angry Sonny always threatens to kick his ass, it kind of turns him on.
“Lemme cook.” Sonny snaps as Kevin slides his hands across his abs again, “You like a baby. You just wine and wine till you get yo way.” Kevin bites back a retort. He knows Sonny is having issues with his position. Sonny doesn’t like being what he calls "the bitch" in their relationship. Always cooking, cleaning and asking Kevin for money irritates Sonny who was brought up to be the man that provides, not the man who is provided for. The fact that Kevin is a professional mechanic who, as a rule, makes more than a student working at a gift store never makes him feel better.
So knowing he’s going to get what he wants after or during breakfast Kevin stands in front of his plate. A few moments later Sonny spoons his food onto it. Blueberry waffles, still sizzling bacon, smoked sausage and still steaming cheesy eggs are placed in front of him. He bends over and pulls out the bottle of Mrs. Butterworth. Kevin begins to eat, sticking his fork into his eggs before gentle hands pull his fork away.
“Eat it when you get back from droppin me off.” Sonny says, taking the plate and putting it in the microwave. Kevin’s lips press into a grin as Sonny pushes him backward into the kitchen table. Kevin sits on the table, happy as the cat that caught the canary. Sonny lifts Kevin’s legs to either side of his waist.
Desire ripples through Kevin’s body, knowing that after two months of sex almost daily (and before that at least three times a week) this younger man knew his body better than he did himself. Just thinking about last night makes Kevin’s anus flex and his penis twitch.
Sonny’s strong arms pull Kevin’s body into his. The bulge in Sonny’s boxers lengthens, turning into an thick, insatiable, rock solid eleven inches of raw power that Kevin had measured himself. Kevin’s own unknown but less impressive length stiffens, becoming cramped in his pants as that thick meat presses against his inner thigh.
“God I love you.” Kevin says as Sonny towers over him. The need to have it said back to him practically causes his heart to split in two. Sonny doesn’t say a word. His eyes avoid Kevin’s, he looks away. Kevin is still hurt but he understands. Another thing Sonny's past has taught him to avoid, the "L" word.
After a moment passes Sonny’s eyes lock back onto his, an apology swimming alongside the glistening moisture. Sonny places his palm on Kevin’s chest, gently pushing him onto his back. Kevin resists, using the playful grin on his face to tell Sonny he forgives him. Sonny has t owork to force Kevin's back flat against the table.
Sonny pulls his shorts and boxers down, letting his thick eleven inches spring up, its shaft drilling to the left with a wicked twisting curve not unlike a corkscrew. He takes the waistband to Kevin’s pajamas. Kevin lifts. His pink shaft, a swimming trunks shaped tan line separating it from the rest of Kevin’s golden skin, flicks up. It slams against his belly as the waistband is removed.
“Aight baby.” Sonny says, his muscle etched V ending in an eleven inch monster thick enough to rub the edges of the grand canyon. Kevin, already relaxed, lets out a huff. He’s ready. He watches the apprehension on Sonny’s face. Every time he pulls it out Sonny remembers his first time with a boy. High school senior year. There was blood, there was screaming and there were tears.
The apprehension he feels was well warranted the first time Kevin had to take that monster. He had admired Sonny’s control and thanked God for it because without it he’d have been split in two. The amount of control Sonny had was one of the many reasons Kevin called him for a second date. Yet now, two years later, it's kind of ridiculous. Sonny pushes in slow, his blood engorged sex pump slowly widening Kevin‘s eager, almost impatient, rectum. Kevin can’t stand it. His anal muscles flex as they try to suck in a heavy phallus that’s become ridiculously familiar.
“Sonny?” Kevin says, putting his hands on Sonny’s broad shoulders, “Look at me.” Sonny doesn’t look, he’s too busy concentrating on his dick as it slides in.
“Solomon Richard Cooper, look at me.” He says in a firm voice. Sonny looks up with an exasperated expression, prepared for the usual pre-sex argument.
“That’s right, just look at me.” He says with a grin, throwing a wrench into the usual routine. Sonny’s chocolate eyes lock onto his, eyebrows pulling down like he knows Kevin‘s up to something. Kevin smiles back up at him, arms back on the table. Sonny looks back down, “Look at me, dammit.” Kevin snaps. Sonny looks back up, surprised at the gruffness in his lover’s voice.
Sonny moves his hips slow, their eyes locked. Kevin’s bowels mold around the familiar contours of Sonny’s tree trunk phallus. He gasps for air, a look of pure euphoria on his face as his prostate is slowly manipulated by the hot meat sliding against it. Sonny’s face is surprised, then again, most of the time he’s supposed to be fucking Kevin’s brains out he’s watching his dick go in and out, keeping his passion in check. He still gets the job done, still makes Kevin crazy but the unnecessary caution is something Kevin has been trying to get rid of since before Sonny moved in.
“More.” Kevin groans. Sonny speeds up, his huge erection still sliding less than half its total length in and out of Kevin.
One night a couple weeks ago, after Sonny came home from a frat party, Kevin had felt that monster in its full glory for the first time ever. A drunk Sonny had not only slammed into him balls deep without hesitation but the boy made Kevin
twice before his first nut. With his ass leaking and dick tingling Kevin had thought his young lover would pass out on top of him as Sonny sprayed his insides with enough semen to drown in. Sonny just kept going till he spilled his load no less than three times without a single break between. Then he passed out, pinning Kevin to the couch.
The night had stuck out in Kevin's mind not only because of the multiple orgasms that left his ass sore and his dick aching but, more importantly, because of the incredible passion he'd thought Sonny incapable of. Sonny hadn’t been able to wait to get in the door. The crazed sex god that he had turned in to had had most of Kevin’s clothes off before Kevin could even get his keys out to open the door. He had torn Kevin's shirt off and threw it out the car window while Kevin was driving. Sonny had also told Kevin how much he loved him. He had verbally expounded all the reasons he loved Kevin and held him so tight Kevin couldn't doubt any of his slurred words.
“Deeper…” Kevin whispers. Sonny's eyes stray south. Desperate, knowing it’s now or never, Kevin pulls him into a kiss. Sonny’s hips jerk, Kevin squeezes that impossibly large phallus digging into his guts, a dent appearing in his pale cheeks.
“Oh God.” Sonny groans against his lips as he keeps up a steady massage on Sonny’s giant tool. Sonny rises, breaking the kiss to look at Kevin’s face. It hurts a little but Sonny is looking at him. Sonny hates hurting him. Kevin keeps the pain away from his face, carefully biting into his lip knowing that soon the pain will be long gone. He feels Sonny experimenting, testing Kevin’s reaction. Then he feels Sonny going deeper. It’s too much. Kevin’s dick twitches, he howls as the glistening white stream of goo arcs. He trembles and curses as he paints his and Sonny's chests with more love goo than Sonny has ever seen sober.
“Harder!” Kevin groans as his orgasm subsides. Sonny starts to listen. Sonny FINALLY starts to listen. He saws more than half of himself in and out of Kevin’s tight entrance.
“Oh FUCK!.” Sonny’s deep voice aches with ectasy. He climbs up onto the table, smashing his lips against Kevin’s, lost in passion. Kevin goes into spasms as Sonny’s pelvis smashes into his ass, the swollen head of his dick punching into Kevin's colon. Howls so intense they're painful rip out of his mouth and Kevin feels Sonny hosing down his insides, the hot wet gushing inside him, filling him up before sliding out like a hot, sticky river down his crack to the table top. Sonny’s hips keep going.
Sonny's size thirteen feet land on the floor. His arms pull Kevin’s body into the air, kissing his neck and face with fevered affection. The entire time Kevin makes sure to keep his muscles steadily flexing the tool inside him. The next thing he knows his back hits the kitchen wall.
“Ugh.” comes out his mouth as Sonny’s hips slam into him again. A growl rips out of Sonny’s chest. Kevin feels Sonny’s thrusts throughout his whole body, like a drum constantly pounding into his ass cheeks. He looks into those chocolate eyes as they whirl around again.
Drunk Sonny never did this. This hurricane fuck was beyond the clumsy, sex crazed teenager that had re-awoken Kevin’s wild side. Sonny is driving Kevin wild, the way Sonny swings him around, handling his older, slimmer frame like he weighs nothing at all has him pleading for this morning to never end. Kevin’s upper back hits the floor, his ass still plugged by the massive piston pumping sex organ making him tingle all over.
Kevin yelps with every downward thrust, Sonny’s assault making him babble like a fool. Kevin looks back into those eyes full of lust and heat. That mouth bearing a desperate yet sexy look of adoration as he drives eleven inches of thick anaconda meat in and out of Kevin’s suckering hole.
A few more thrusts put Kevin’s dick above his head. droplets of pre rain from above, splattering his face. His back is bent in a position that, when he was sixteen, it was so used to it felt almost comfortable.
“STOP!” Kevin screams. Sonny tugs his dick out. Kevin's lower half falls to the floor and he turns over, poking his pale ass up into the air as he rests hs weight on his golden knees and chest.
“Ow… ow… ow…” Kevin wines as he rubs his back. The old angle had caused his lower back to Charlie-horse. He rubs it for a second, laughing even as the muscle painfully constricts. A few minutes pass then it’s over and he looks up. Sonny's eyes are wide and glistening. He wears a grimace that almost breaks Kevin's heart.
“Cramp.” is all Kevin has to say to revive the smile on Sonny’s face. He reaches his hand towards Sonny’s relieved grin to caress his face, to comfort him.
"Nigga yo old ass scared the shit outta me." Sonny says as he smacks Kevin's hand away and wipes his own eyes, a relieved chuckle rising out of his chest. Kevin presses his hot body stomach first against the cold tile of the kitchen floor, then twists in an attempt to stretch the pain away. Soon the pain of the cramp is gone. He pokes his ass up in invitation. Sonny hesitates for almost a full second before pinning Kevin to the floor, stopping Kevin from turning over to yell at him. After pushing in the only way he’s comfortable pushing in (slowly) Sonny returns to hurricane fuck mode.
Kevin howls. He grabs the table leg and the handle on the bottom drawer. The table quakes, salt and pepper shakers falling from heaven as Sonny makes his lover tremble, the bottom drawer sliding open and shut, rattling its metallic contents and singing in wooden claps.
Suddenly, and without warning, Kevin isming. His seed spills onto the tiled floor, his stomach and his dick as he is pounded by his younger lover. Sonny churns inside Kevin’s hole as it spasms hard, damn near choking his piston pumping pipe. Kevin feels Sonny’s chest hit his back.
“OH FUCK.” Kevin yells as Sonny’s arms wrap under and around his own. He turns to find Sonny’s lips waiting. Even as they kiss Sonny’s hips work, churning his dick inside Kevin’s ass as much as possible.
Drunk Sonny was nothing compared to this. This is no sloppy, drunken fuck. This is a precise and measured assault. No quarter, no mercy, no reserve and no holding back. This is all or nothing.
The way Sonny’s dark pelvis punches his un-tanned cheeks never gets old. There on the kitchen floor Kevin thanks God over and over. His mind isn’t coherent enough to do much else.
Kevins again, his balls protesting with a soreness he couldn’t pay attention to if he tried. Kevin feels Sonny turning him over, dick still wedged in his dripping hole, and soon his legs are scissored open.
Kevin is filled again and again as he puts one leg on Sonny's shoulder. His eyes roll back into his head. He screams as Sonny’s thrusts become hard and sloppy. His body scoots with each thrust until Sonny’s ebony hips smash into his ass, grinding a dick spewing white goop into his reddening cheeks.
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An hour later Kevin smiles as Sonny gently puts him back in the bed. He’s exhausted and coming down from the most incredible sex-induced-high of his life. His muscles are sore from straining against Sonny’s immense power, power he could never hope to win against. In his sac two balls tell him how empty they are, a gentle ping of pain coming as they work to refill their reserves and his ass has never been hotter, wetter or more blissfully sore.
“You missed class.” Kevin says in a drowsy voice as he reaches for his keys (and misses them completely), “Lemme take you tuh…”
“Go to sleep.” Sonny says, climbing into the bed on top of Kevin.
“Buh what about?" Kevin starts.
“I'll call my teachers to get my work.” Sonny says, voice velvet smooth, “Now get some sleep, you gotta work in an hour.”
“Alright.” Kevin says, curling his legs around Sonny’s naked waist.
“Kev…” Sonny says, suddenly sounding unsure and self concious.
“Whaaaat?” Kevin says in the middle of a yawn.
“I love you too.” Sonny admits. Kevin shivers in response, a tear falling down his face. Sonny kisses it away before saying, “You big baby.”
This story involves an interracial relationship of a homosexual nature between two consenting men whose age differ substantially. Both men are above 18 years of age, neither man is over 40 years of age. If such material offends you (or if it's not the type of story you're looking for) feel free to leave.
All work are the original work of the author, me, feel free to read but do not take my shit and represent it as yours. That being said, enjoy
Ebony X Ivory: Sonny's Breakthrough
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Kevin runs his hand through his short blond hair. As he yawns his hand passes over his face, reflecting the tart smell of morning breath, his gray eyes widen for a second in response before he climbs out of bed.
“What if God was one of us?” Kevin sings as he squeezes the tube of toothpaste onto his toothbrush, continuing the song in an incomprehensible, tone-deaf murmur accompanied by the sound of the brush scrubbing his teeth. He spits then rinses. His lips pull into a smile, his alabaster teeth shinning against the tanned gold of his skin. He looks at the gentle stubble lazily reaching up his face. He rubs it, enjoying the feel of the small hairs before lathering up and taking a razor to them. His hair gets a generous amount of gel before he meticulously picks it out with his fingers, arranging the spikes till he’s satisfied.
Before he even turns the water on for his shower he heads towards the kitchen. The sound of sizzling and the smell of a home cooked breakfast hits him like twin aphrodisiacs, causing his stomach to gurgle as his genitals stir. He rounds the corner quietly and leans against the wall, staring at the man cooking him breakfast.
Solomon, or Sonny if you know him well enough, stands in front of the stove. He’s half naked. His meaty cheeks push against the back of his boxers, his blue jean shorts sag just under a round ass as hard as any Kevin has ever felt. Gentle beads of water dot the top of his back, he must have taken a shower when Kevin was… indisposed.
Sonny’s back is cut, dark skin pulled into tight creases of muscle. Despite the evidence of his constant trips to the gym he still hasn‘t managed to bulk up the way he wants to, something Kevin is trying to convince him is unnecessary. His hair, cut low, has his initials (SD) etched into the back, evidence of his youth and background.
Kevin tip toes behind Sonny, struggling not to laugh. he slides his hands around Sonny’s back towards his abs, enjoying the barely suppressed shiver that runs through his dark skinned lover’s body. He runs his tongue across the right side of Sonny’s neck, ending in a wet suckle. Sonny elbows him off, his own ivory teeth prominent on his face due to an embarrassed smile. Kevin tries to close the distance again. Sonny pushes him away.
“I got class.” Sonny says in his velvet smooth voice as he keeps his spread fingers against Kevin’s bare chest, holding him at bay. Kevin gives him a look that says so-what.
“Just a quickie?” Kevin asks, his voice an erection inspiring husky as he raises his eyebrows and pulls one of Sonny’s fingers into his mouth. Sonny gives him a look that says you-a-damn-lie.
“Stop… you gone make me late.” Sonny complains, not trying too hard to pull his fingers away from Kevin’s lips.
“I’ll drive you.” Kevin says, making the same offer he makes every morning while pulling his mouth off Sonny’s ring finger and sucking onto his thumb, his face twisting to get a better angle. Kevin watches as Sonny’s chocolate eyes lock onto his. Kevin slowly pulls off, watching Sonny’s bottom lip quiver.
"I knew I shouldna moved in wit you." Sonny says, trying hard to be mad as Kevin kisses up the inside of his arm. Their relationship is two years old. That’s one plus years of, “I’m not sure,” and, “yeah but…” then, finally, three months ago this shy, wonderful, eager to please, African American health nut from the streets FINALLY agreed to move in with him. He’d only asked about a thousand times. Since then he’s been on cloud nine. He gets sex when he wants it, dinner every night, breakfast every once in a while and whenever he needs him Sonny is right there, no more than a arm’s length away. He gets to drive a lot more since Sonny, who at nineteen is thirteen years younger than he is, has a lot of friends and no car.
Kevin takes Sonny’s wrist, pulling his hand past his right ear and going in for the coup de grace. His lips touch Sonny’s. No tongue, no face twisting, just a gentle brush... a tease. He feels Sonny melt before pushing him away and turning around to keep making breakfast.
“I’m in here tryin to do somethin nice for you and you can’t jus let me go? When’s the last time I cooked breakfast for yo pasty white ass anyway?” Sonny says, masking the vulnerability of his helpless arousal with false anger.
“Monday.” Kevin states, ignoring the irritated glance this brings. It's obvious why Sonny's annoyed since the Monday in question was two days ago, “Well you know I can't cook" Sonny nods before pouring a sprinkle of cheese over the hot eggs. Kevin waits for a second before turning his palm towards Sonny and pressing it against his lower back, rubbing in a circular motion. For a second he thinks it's working till Sonny puts his elbow to Kevin's chest, gently pushing him away.
"C'mon you know you want to.” Kevin complains, feeling like a dirty old man trying to steal some boy's virtue. Sonny checks the waffle iron his mom gave him for his college dorm (the one she‘s no longer paying for) “Besides, I’m helping aren’t I?” Kevin says, referring to the money he gives Sonny to help pay for school. As soon as the words are out his mouth he wants to rewind time and take them back. He braces for the inevitable explosion.
Sonny’s shoulders slump and Kevin thanks God he’s not flying off the handle. Those four words have started many a fight. Sonny even threatened to kick his ass once. Then again, angry Sonny always threatens to kick his ass, it kind of turns him on.
“Lemme cook.” Sonny snaps as Kevin slides his hands across his abs again, “You like a baby. You just wine and wine till you get yo way.” Kevin bites back a retort. He knows Sonny is having issues with his position. Sonny doesn’t like being what he calls "the bitch" in their relationship. Always cooking, cleaning and asking Kevin for money irritates Sonny who was brought up to be the man that provides, not the man who is provided for. The fact that Kevin is a professional mechanic who, as a rule, makes more than a student working at a gift store never makes him feel better.
So knowing he’s going to get what he wants after or during breakfast Kevin stands in front of his plate. A few moments later Sonny spoons his food onto it. Blueberry waffles, still sizzling bacon, smoked sausage and still steaming cheesy eggs are placed in front of him. He bends over and pulls out the bottle of Mrs. Butterworth. Kevin begins to eat, sticking his fork into his eggs before gentle hands pull his fork away.
“Eat it when you get back from droppin me off.” Sonny says, taking the plate and putting it in the microwave. Kevin’s lips press into a grin as Sonny pushes him backward into the kitchen table. Kevin sits on the table, happy as the cat that caught the canary. Sonny lifts Kevin’s legs to either side of his waist.
Desire ripples through Kevin’s body, knowing that after two months of sex almost daily (and before that at least three times a week) this younger man knew his body better than he did himself. Just thinking about last night makes Kevin’s anus flex and his penis twitch.
Sonny’s strong arms pull Kevin’s body into his. The bulge in Sonny’s boxers lengthens, turning into an thick, insatiable, rock solid eleven inches of raw power that Kevin had measured himself. Kevin’s own unknown but less impressive length stiffens, becoming cramped in his pants as that thick meat presses against his inner thigh.
“God I love you.” Kevin says as Sonny towers over him. The need to have it said back to him practically causes his heart to split in two. Sonny doesn’t say a word. His eyes avoid Kevin’s, he looks away. Kevin is still hurt but he understands. Another thing Sonny's past has taught him to avoid, the "L" word.
After a moment passes Sonny’s eyes lock back onto his, an apology swimming alongside the glistening moisture. Sonny places his palm on Kevin’s chest, gently pushing him onto his back. Kevin resists, using the playful grin on his face to tell Sonny he forgives him. Sonny has t owork to force Kevin's back flat against the table.
Sonny pulls his shorts and boxers down, letting his thick eleven inches spring up, its shaft drilling to the left with a wicked twisting curve not unlike a corkscrew. He takes the waistband to Kevin’s pajamas. Kevin lifts. His pink shaft, a swimming trunks shaped tan line separating it from the rest of Kevin’s golden skin, flicks up. It slams against his belly as the waistband is removed.
“Aight baby.” Sonny says, his muscle etched V ending in an eleven inch monster thick enough to rub the edges of the grand canyon. Kevin, already relaxed, lets out a huff. He’s ready. He watches the apprehension on Sonny’s face. Every time he pulls it out Sonny remembers his first time with a boy. High school senior year. There was blood, there was screaming and there were tears.
The apprehension he feels was well warranted the first time Kevin had to take that monster. He had admired Sonny’s control and thanked God for it because without it he’d have been split in two. The amount of control Sonny had was one of the many reasons Kevin called him for a second date. Yet now, two years later, it's kind of ridiculous. Sonny pushes in slow, his blood engorged sex pump slowly widening Kevin‘s eager, almost impatient, rectum. Kevin can’t stand it. His anal muscles flex as they try to suck in a heavy phallus that’s become ridiculously familiar.
“Sonny?” Kevin says, putting his hands on Sonny’s broad shoulders, “Look at me.” Sonny doesn’t look, he’s too busy concentrating on his dick as it slides in.
“Solomon Richard Cooper, look at me.” He says in a firm voice. Sonny looks up with an exasperated expression, prepared for the usual pre-sex argument.
“That’s right, just look at me.” He says with a grin, throwing a wrench into the usual routine. Sonny’s chocolate eyes lock onto his, eyebrows pulling down like he knows Kevin‘s up to something. Kevin smiles back up at him, arms back on the table. Sonny looks back down, “Look at me, dammit.” Kevin snaps. Sonny looks back up, surprised at the gruffness in his lover’s voice.
Sonny moves his hips slow, their eyes locked. Kevin’s bowels mold around the familiar contours of Sonny’s tree trunk phallus. He gasps for air, a look of pure euphoria on his face as his prostate is slowly manipulated by the hot meat sliding against it. Sonny’s face is surprised, then again, most of the time he’s supposed to be fucking Kevin’s brains out he’s watching his dick go in and out, keeping his passion in check. He still gets the job done, still makes Kevin crazy but the unnecessary caution is something Kevin has been trying to get rid of since before Sonny moved in.
“More.” Kevin groans. Sonny speeds up, his huge erection still sliding less than half its total length in and out of Kevin.
One night a couple weeks ago, after Sonny came home from a frat party, Kevin had felt that monster in its full glory for the first time ever. A drunk Sonny had not only slammed into him balls deep without hesitation but the boy made Kevin
twice before his first nut. With his ass leaking and dick tingling Kevin had thought his young lover would pass out on top of him as Sonny sprayed his insides with enough semen to drown in. Sonny just kept going till he spilled his load no less than three times without a single break between. Then he passed out, pinning Kevin to the couch.The night had stuck out in Kevin's mind not only because of the multiple orgasms that left his ass sore and his dick aching but, more importantly, because of the incredible passion he'd thought Sonny incapable of. Sonny hadn’t been able to wait to get in the door. The crazed sex god that he had turned in to had had most of Kevin’s clothes off before Kevin could even get his keys out to open the door. He had torn Kevin's shirt off and threw it out the car window while Kevin was driving. Sonny had also told Kevin how much he loved him. He had verbally expounded all the reasons he loved Kevin and held him so tight Kevin couldn't doubt any of his slurred words.
“Deeper…” Kevin whispers. Sonny's eyes stray south. Desperate, knowing it’s now or never, Kevin pulls him into a kiss. Sonny’s hips jerk, Kevin squeezes that impossibly large phallus digging into his guts, a dent appearing in his pale cheeks.
“Oh God.” Sonny groans against his lips as he keeps up a steady massage on Sonny’s giant tool. Sonny rises, breaking the kiss to look at Kevin’s face. It hurts a little but Sonny is looking at him. Sonny hates hurting him. Kevin keeps the pain away from his face, carefully biting into his lip knowing that soon the pain will be long gone. He feels Sonny experimenting, testing Kevin’s reaction. Then he feels Sonny going deeper. It’s too much. Kevin’s dick twitches, he howls as the glistening white stream of goo arcs. He trembles and curses as he paints his and Sonny's chests with more love goo than Sonny has ever seen sober.
“Harder!” Kevin groans as his orgasm subsides. Sonny starts to listen. Sonny FINALLY starts to listen. He saws more than half of himself in and out of Kevin’s tight entrance.
“Oh FUCK!.” Sonny’s deep voice aches with ectasy. He climbs up onto the table, smashing his lips against Kevin’s, lost in passion. Kevin goes into spasms as Sonny’s pelvis smashes into his ass, the swollen head of his dick punching into Kevin's colon. Howls so intense they're painful rip out of his mouth and Kevin feels Sonny hosing down his insides, the hot wet gushing inside him, filling him up before sliding out like a hot, sticky river down his crack to the table top. Sonny’s hips keep going.
Sonny's size thirteen feet land on the floor. His arms pull Kevin’s body into the air, kissing his neck and face with fevered affection. The entire time Kevin makes sure to keep his muscles steadily flexing the tool inside him. The next thing he knows his back hits the kitchen wall.
“Ugh.” comes out his mouth as Sonny’s hips slam into him again. A growl rips out of Sonny’s chest. Kevin feels Sonny’s thrusts throughout his whole body, like a drum constantly pounding into his ass cheeks. He looks into those chocolate eyes as they whirl around again.
Drunk Sonny never did this. This hurricane fuck was beyond the clumsy, sex crazed teenager that had re-awoken Kevin’s wild side. Sonny is driving Kevin wild, the way Sonny swings him around, handling his older, slimmer frame like he weighs nothing at all has him pleading for this morning to never end. Kevin’s upper back hits the floor, his ass still plugged by the massive piston pumping sex organ making him tingle all over.
Kevin yelps with every downward thrust, Sonny’s assault making him babble like a fool. Kevin looks back into those eyes full of lust and heat. That mouth bearing a desperate yet sexy look of adoration as he drives eleven inches of thick anaconda meat in and out of Kevin’s suckering hole.
A few more thrusts put Kevin’s dick above his head. droplets of pre rain from above, splattering his face. His back is bent in a position that, when he was sixteen, it was so used to it felt almost comfortable.
“STOP!” Kevin screams. Sonny tugs his dick out. Kevin's lower half falls to the floor and he turns over, poking his pale ass up into the air as he rests hs weight on his golden knees and chest.
“Ow… ow… ow…” Kevin wines as he rubs his back. The old angle had caused his lower back to Charlie-horse. He rubs it for a second, laughing even as the muscle painfully constricts. A few minutes pass then it’s over and he looks up. Sonny's eyes are wide and glistening. He wears a grimace that almost breaks Kevin's heart.
“Cramp.” is all Kevin has to say to revive the smile on Sonny’s face. He reaches his hand towards Sonny’s relieved grin to caress his face, to comfort him.
"Nigga yo old ass scared the shit outta me." Sonny says as he smacks Kevin's hand away and wipes his own eyes, a relieved chuckle rising out of his chest. Kevin presses his hot body stomach first against the cold tile of the kitchen floor, then twists in an attempt to stretch the pain away. Soon the pain of the cramp is gone. He pokes his ass up in invitation. Sonny hesitates for almost a full second before pinning Kevin to the floor, stopping Kevin from turning over to yell at him. After pushing in the only way he’s comfortable pushing in (slowly) Sonny returns to hurricane fuck mode.
Kevin howls. He grabs the table leg and the handle on the bottom drawer. The table quakes, salt and pepper shakers falling from heaven as Sonny makes his lover tremble, the bottom drawer sliding open and shut, rattling its metallic contents and singing in wooden claps.
Suddenly, and without warning, Kevin is
ming. His seed spills onto the tiled floor, his stomach and his dick as he is pounded by his younger lover. Sonny churns inside Kevin’s hole as it spasms hard, damn near choking his piston pumping pipe. Kevin feels Sonny’s chest hit his back. “OH FUCK.” Kevin yells as Sonny’s arms wrap under and around his own. He turns to find Sonny’s lips waiting. Even as they kiss Sonny’s hips work, churning his dick inside Kevin’s ass as much as possible.
Drunk Sonny was nothing compared to this. This is no sloppy, drunken fuck. This is a precise and measured assault. No quarter, no mercy, no reserve and no holding back. This is all or nothing.
The way Sonny’s dark pelvis punches his un-tanned cheeks never gets old. There on the kitchen floor Kevin thanks God over and over. His mind isn’t coherent enough to do much else.
Kevin
s again, his balls protesting with a soreness he couldn’t pay attention to if he tried. Kevin feels Sonny turning him over, dick still wedged in his dripping hole, and soon his legs are scissored open. Kevin is filled again and again as he puts one leg on Sonny's shoulder. His eyes roll back into his head. He screams as Sonny’s thrusts become hard and sloppy. His body scoots with each thrust until Sonny’s ebony hips smash into his ass, grinding a dick spewing white goop into his reddening cheeks.
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An hour later Kevin smiles as Sonny gently puts him back in the bed. He’s exhausted and coming down from the most incredible sex-induced-high of his life. His muscles are sore from straining against Sonny’s immense power, power he could never hope to win against. In his sac two balls tell him how empty they are, a gentle ping of pain coming as they work to refill their reserves and his ass has never been hotter, wetter or more blissfully sore.
“You missed class.” Kevin says in a drowsy voice as he reaches for his keys (and misses them completely), “Lemme take you tuh…”
“Go to sleep.” Sonny says, climbing into the bed on top of Kevin.
“Buh what about?" Kevin starts.
“I'll call my teachers to get my work.” Sonny says, voice velvet smooth, “Now get some sleep, you gotta work in an hour.”
“Alright.” Kevin says, curling his legs around Sonny’s naked waist.
“Kev…” Sonny says, suddenly sounding unsure and self concious.
“Whaaaat?” Kevin says in the middle of a yawn.
“I love you too.” Sonny admits. Kevin shivers in response, a tear falling down his face. Sonny kisses it away before saying, “You big baby.”
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