Just a Lonely Guy

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Just a Lonely Guy

Just a Lonely Guy

Antoine Bradshaw

That's who I am: Just a lonely guy. My friends and family call me Tony. Let's let it all out: I grew up in an almost lily white neighborhood. My father and I were the exceptions. He was a black dentist married to a white woman, who was my father. Growing up I wished we had been all black or all white. My mother was tall at five-foot-eleven. My father was even taller at six-foot-four. I was still taller at six-foot-five. Like my father I played football and basketball in high school, although you couldn't tell that he played by his current rotundity. My only sibling, Maddie, was six foot, although she claimed to be only five foot eleven.

I guess I was a star at both in high school, making the all-district team in both sports for two years. I weighed 240 in high school, which allowed me to be effective at both tight end and strong forward. In college I was a three-year starter in both sports at State U., playing at the same positions. I wasn't fast enough to play in the NFL, and I didn't have the hops to play in the NBA, so I used my degree in management to become a sales representative with a large company. I dated a lot in college but didn't find anyone that was special for me. Both in high school and college, the girls seemed inordinately interested in my size, and I'm not talking about height or weight. It seemed like the white girls were worse than the girls of color, in that respect; likewise, the Greek women were worse than the independents. Maybe I just didn't associate with the right women.

That pattern continued in the business world. I flatter myself that I was good-looking taking some of the attributes of both my parents, including hazel eyes, dark hair, and light almond skin. In addition, I always dressed well and tried to be friendly with every one I came in contact with, whether they were secretaries, personal assistants, or purchasing agents, and whether they were white or persons of color. I did rather well in sales, although I will admit, I slept with female purchasing agents to get their business. Other than that, I made sure I knew virtually everything there was to know about our products, and when push came to shove, I placed service over sales, although good salesmen know that that is key to being a good salesman.

One of my weirdest experiences was with a male purchasing agent. He invited me to dinner at his home. Interestingly enough, his son and daughter were home from college, so there were five of us for dinner. After dinner, I, and the husband and wife, continued to drink in their living room. The wife kept talking about how tall I was making sure as the evening progressed that it was not my six-foot-five height she was talking about.

When she excused herself for a potty break, her husband explained what was up. He made it clear that my wife wanted to experience my length. He further said that he would like to watch me rail his wife but would forego that pleasure if it made me uncomfortable. The whole idea made me uncomfortable but I have to admit I don't want to miss out on a sizeable sale. I had to wonder if he would put things the same way to a white salesman.

There wasn't a problem with the wife even though she was at least fifteen years older than I was. She was a sexy blonde, around 5'9" or 5'10" and it made me a little aroused to think about plugging her. One thing that really turned me off when he asked me if I was eight inches or more. I had to calm myself and ask myself if I really wanted to do this. I decided that if I didn't, I would not only lose the sale, but that it might also harm my reputation not to do as apparently both of them wanted. I told him, "Yes, I am longer than eight inches, and yes, I find your wife to be very attractive."

He then asked, "Tony, you never said if I could participate."

I thought in for eight inches, we might as well go the extra mile. I said, "Sure, Ray. Shall we wait for Mel to come back?"

In a few minutes she was back from the restroom, and the three of us trooped downstairs to what appeared to be Ray's man cave, equipped with large television, numerous sofas, and easy chairs. May had on a fairly conservative dress, I assumed more for their children's benefit than for mine. I assumed that the children were in their second floor bedrooms, and we were going to the basement to make it unlikely that they would hear any cries of passion.

Ray asked, "After you get to know Mel better, do you think we could have a double penetration."

I didn't really like the sound of that but didn't see how I could refuse, so I acquiesced.

Mel then asked me to take a seat on the sofa, and I did. She quickly attacked my pants, telling me she wanted to get to the good stuff right away. My semi-erect manhood was already close to eight inches. And she pulled my pants and shorts off to full expose my equipment. She said, "That's what I'm talking about!" and immediately began applying her saliva with her tongue.

Soon she was sucking away, and I have to admit, she knew exactly what she was doing. In no time, she had me fully erect at eight-and-a-half inches and possible a little more. She then turned her back to me so I could unzip her dress. From her raised hands, it was clear she expected me to do the honors of removing her dress and I did, although it was a bit challenging because of her oversize boobs. She didn't wait for me, but quickly removed her bra, I was right behind her at exposing her honey pot, by sliding her panties over her well-endowed hips. I started tongue her clit and slit, but she quickly straightened me out, saying, "I want the real deal!"

She straddled me and needed no help in guiding my tool into her already wet love channel. I have to admit that it felt like warm, moist velvet as I felt the delight of her sliding down my cock. "Oh, God!" she commented and then kissed me.

After that she began to slide up and down on my prick, telling me all sorts of sweet nothings, "Oh, God! You're filling me up. Oh, Tony, it feels so good! Oh, don't stop, Tony! Oh, Tony! Fuck me harder, Tony! Ohmigod! Don't you dare stop, Tony!"

It seemed like only a few moments until I felt the spasms of her first orgasm. I continued on, and soon she was orgasming again, "Oh, God, Tony! You're making me cum like never before."

I continued fucking her and soon, she was asking, "Are you going to cum inside me Tony? Are you going to fill me up? I want you to fill my cunt with your man juice!"

I couldn't help myself. This was a fine pussy, and she was playing a game that she had clearly played before. I exploded inside her. It was one of the longest ejaculations I had ever had. Repeatedly my balls spasmed as I felt the cum flow at lightning speed from my storage sacs all the way to the inside of her pussy. This was not the worst experience of my life!

Even in her afterglow, she kept telling me, "That was so good, Tony! I want more!"

She decided to take matters in her own hand and under the guise of cleaning me up she began orally stimulating my still spasming cock. There was no rest for the good of heart. She soon had my rod fully erect. She asked, "Ray, did you bring the lube? I want you in my ass and Tony filling up my pussy again!"

She quickly pulled out the hide-a-bed hidden with one of the sofas, while Ray was fumbling with the lubricant. She did not hesitate in telling the two of us what she wanted, "Tony, I want to feel you inside me while Tony lubes my ass! I want you to stay mostly still until Ray sticks his business in my ass. I that okay with you?"

Of course I agreed. What can I say. She had a really nice pussy. Having her sit on it, fully impaled, was not the least bit of a burden. It felt really good. I was having no problem maintaining my erection while Ray screwed around with her asshole. Finally, he was ready.

Mel had one additional admonishment for us, "Don't be gentle, guys. I want you both to fuck the shit out of me!"

Ray was a good man. I felt a little empathy with him, although I had to admit that Mel had a fine pussy. If my wife had such a fine pussy, I couldn't say for sure what I would tolerate and what I wouldn't. It did feel might fine to have her pussy clutching my cock while her husband lubed her up. Then he crawled on top of our sandwich, and the games began. He had to provide the bulk of the impetus of the strokes as I was limited by their combined weights holding me down. Ray did a very good job of 'fucking the shit out of her!'

Mel began coming almost as soon as Ray fully impaled her. I never got a good look at his cock, but I guessed her must be at least six inches from what I could feel through the membranes between her pussy and her rectum. It seemed like she was coming every few seconds, at least a couple of times a minute. Ray lasted a good ten or fifteen minutes before he came. Mel wanted to rest a few moments after Ray withdrew and then she began pounding me cowgirl style. After another few minutes I came. I'm guessing she must have come at least thirty of forty times just from the double penetration. She quickly slid off my cock and went to work on it orally. She soon had me hard again. Ray spoke up, "I'm worn out. I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning at the office to sign your sales order. It'll be a good one. Good night!"

I positioned Mel on her hands and knees on the sofa bed and began ramming my cock home doggy style. She was still firecracker hot and came repeatedly. We must have fucked another thirty minutes with her coming close to once a minute. I could have gone longer, but I had a big day tomorrow with multiple clients, and I now believed that Mel was insatiable. After I ejaculated in her baby shute for the third time, I bid her adieu and began dressing. She walked me to the door and gave me a passionate kiss. She asked for my phone number, saying that she would want some more in a week or two. I gave her my phone number which she wrote on a piece of paper, hoping it would at least be a few weeks before she called me again.

Less than a week later, I got a phone call from an unfamiliar number. I answered although I didn't want to talk to Mel again, certainly not so soon. It wasn't Mel. The voice said, "Hi, Tony, this is Ellie!"

Questioningly, I replied, "Ellie?"

She responded, My father introduced me to you as Eloise, but all my friends call me Ellie!"

I thought, 'Ohmigod, what is this about?' Even so, I replied, "Yes, Ellie, I remember you!"

She explained, "I'll come right to the point! I know what you did to my mother the other night!"

I inquired, "What can I do for you, Ellie!"

She continued, "Based on my mother's oral response to your ministrations, I'd like to meet with you."

I said, "I don't suppose you'd buy, 'it's not what it sounded like.'"

She stated, "From what I heard, you were giving her the fucking of a lifetime. Is that not what happened?"

I admitted, "I guess I'm guilty as charged. I could give you a long, drawn-out explanation, but it would probably not change anything."

She replied, "Probably not. Look, I'd just like to meet somewhere and talk. You seem like a genuinely nice guy and I'd like to find out what you're like away from my parents."

I agreed to meet for lunch the day after next. In spite of her somewhat prurient interest in me, she seemed like a nice girl, nicer than either of her parents. I was alone, so what could hurt to buy her lunch and see what she had to say. I felt like I was one of the least prejudiced people around although I saw nothing wrong with marrying within your race. Of course that raised the question of what was my race. Undeniably, I had a mixed race background.

At lunch, we talked about both our histories. She was a sophomore in college and five years younger than me. She was in pre-med but undecided about whether she wanted to go the RN, MD, or DDS routes. When I confessed that my dad was a dentist, she said that she hoped to meet him someday. I told her about being a college athlete, but not quite up to NFL or NBA standards. I admitted that my greatest disappointment in my life so far was not finding someone to share it with. She countered that she was enjoying playing the field in college but would like to find that someone special to her and her alone.

After lunch, she told me she had to go to class. Then she told me, "I'd kiss you on the cheek, but I can't reach you."

True I was six or seven inches taller than her. I leaned over and pulled the old trick of turning to meet her head on as she was going to kiss me, kissing her on the lips. She hesitated and then kissed me back. I suddenly realized that even though I had just met her, there was an attraction there. I commented, "That was an amazing first kiss!"

She turned on her heel and replied over her shoulder, "Wasn't it?" As she left our table she gave me the 'call me' signal. I knew that I was going to, regardless of the relationship I had with her parents. I wasn't sure what that relationship was, but I knew beyond any doubt that I didn't want it stopping me from getting to know this girl better. I had really enjoyed being with her even though our only physical contact was that one stolen kiss.

I did call her and set up a date for the following Wednesday night. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant a little off the beaten track. She enjoyed it and we decided we would go to a lakeside honky-tonk, another place that not every college student knew about. We danced and drank beer for several hours, talking in between dances and even while we danced when the band played a slow song. I could tell we were both in the mood, but she declined a visit to my apartment to see my etchings as she had an early Thursday class. This time I gave her the full effect when I kissed her good night, including tongue and a mini-massage of her back and buttocks. She responded but still declined any further intimacy; however, she did tell me she had no Saturday morning classes, hint, hint, so I asked her out for Friday night.

Friday night we went to a Mexican restaurant that had good seafood. We both had beers, but I think we were in accord on which way this evening was headed. She said that she would like to see my apartment. I gave her a brief guided tour, and when she laid down on my bed, I got the feeling that I was in like Flynn. I lay down beside her and our evening began. Her kisses were wonderful. She was very eager, and when I popped her bra catch, she limited her resistance to a smiling 'Naughty boy!'

I continued caressing and fondling her body and she seemed responsive, helping me unbutton her blouse. Then she attacked my shirt, while I went after her skirt zipper. She whispered, "I'm usually not so fast, but I really want you!"

I replied, "You're an amazing woman and I feel the same way about you!"

By now we were both topless and all she had on was a pair of lace panties. I fondled and caressed her, kissing and licking her boobs, and rubbing the wet spot in her panties. She was moaning and panting and I guess I was, too. I really wanted this woman!

I slipped her panties off and started licking her clit and slit. She became quite verbal about that, saying, "Oh, Tony! That feels so good! Oh, Tony! Right there!" Her next comment was, "Ohmigod, Tony, I'm cumming!"

I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. I concentrated my tongue and lips on her nub and went to work with my fingers on her sex slot. It took another two minutes or so but she again exploded, bucking her hips, and saying as she tried to get her breath back, "Oh, God, Tony, have I died and gone to heaven?"

I replied, "Don't go yet, there's more to come."

I slid off the bed and pulled my slacks and boxers off. She put her near hand on my almost fully erect organ, and asked, "Is that you or did you get replaced by a horse?"

I replied, "It's all me and it's all for you!"

She said, "Bring it a little closer!"

I brought it near her mouth. She continued to hold it with the one hand and began kissing it and licking it. She took the head in and sucked that for a while. Even though she only took in an inch or two, it still felt great. I almost felt the blood rush in to make me fully erect.

She apologized, "I'm sorry I couldn't take you all the way in my mouth. I want you in my vagi, but I may not be able to take all of you!"

I explained, "You did fine. I'll take it real slow and easy. I think you'll adjust and do well."

She responded, "I've never had one this big, but I want to try!"

I had never gone down on a girl before, but I felt like this one was special. I ran my tongue up her slit and onto her clit. She moaned when I licked her slit. I followed with two fingers and then three in her slit. She groaned, "Oh, Tony, that feels so good!"

I continued licking her button and fingering her cunt. She was really getting into it, and had a pretty good orgasm after two or three minutes. I took that as a signal for the main event. I slowly pushed in between her labia into her honey pot. Even though I was only about an inch it felt really good. I withdrew and then guided it in a little more than two inches. She was moaning and groaning and telling me all about it. "Oh, Tony, you're stretching me but I'm loving it! Give me some more."

I continued slow-stroking her an inch or more deeper on each stroke. I remember her hands on my shoulders; she couldn't seem to decide whether to pull them closer or push away, but overall she seemed to be enjoying herself. Perhaps I'm projecting because every inch of progress seemed to feel better. Her love canal was warm, wet, and wild, and had something of a velvety feel. I bottomed out and she embraced me with her arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. She whispered in my ear, "It feels wonderful. Whatever you do, don't stop!"

A few moments later, she was informing me, "Ohmigod, Tony! I'm cumming!"

She came several more times before her hot tight pussy overcame my resistance and I unloaded in her. She wanted to kiss me and be held, and I was happy to oblige her. I remember as I finished my semen dump, she touched my cheek. Then she kissed it a little lower down, and said, "Oh, Tony, you're a master."

She got out of bed and told me, "Don't go anywhere, stud! I'll be back in a jif!"

What she did was go in the bathroom, pull most of my baby juice out of her cunt with her fingers, and then lick her fingers. It was sexy as hell. She flushed the toilet and came back to bed. She took my somewhat flaccid organ in her fingers, saying, "I'm back!"

She began sucking it, cleaning it and stimulating it to arousal. She asked, "Would you mind doing me again? I really enjoyed the first time."

I don't know why but I remember her simplicity as being particularly endearing. Once I was fully erect she took her position on her hands and knees and I slid right in to give it to her doggy style. She seemed to enjoy that just as much as our earlier episode in the missionary position. This lasted about twenty minutes of her coming every two or three minutes until I filled her up again.

After her return from the bathroom, we cuddled and fondled each other for around twenty minutes, with her paying particular attention to my mouth and my lady pleaser, who was becoming erect again. I was a little worried about overdoing it so after a half hour or so, I unloaded again. This time we changed positions several times. She was one of the most affectionate bedtime partners I had ever had. Just the touch of one of her little white hands was almost as stimulating as a love bite. After we went to sleep with her golden tresses spread over my chest around her head which she laid in the middle of my chest, I thought about our whole evening. My conclusion was that this girl was really special. Sleeping with her was almost as good as talking to her which was almost as good as screwing her.