This story is fiction. It depicts a life of servitude by me in the hands of my gay master. All characters are over the age of 21 years. If interracial gay male domination is not to your liking please don't continue.
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I have always been a leg man, which means I have a huge fondness of beautiful shapely legs on a woman. But I never thought I would have a desire for a man's legs. I don't really like hairy legs on any person, especially a man, but the story I'm about to share tells of how I had become a lover of a black man's gorgeous legs and how I could not get enough of his big brown cock!
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This story all began as I was headed to vacation in New England one summer. My name is Martin Derby and I was 26 years of age when I left my apartment in Wheeling, West Virginia to travel by car to visit the White Mountains in New Hampshire. I worked in a steel mill in Wheeling and every July the plant shut down for two weeks for retooling. The shutdown was good because I was able to take a vacation without using any personal vacation days. I lived alone in an apartment but was saving my money to someday buy a house and begin a family. My parents retired from their respective jobs a few years earlier and moved to Florida, where I usually saw them at Christmas when I traveled to the Sunshine State to get away from the cold temperatures for a few days.
So I was really quite independent and I liked it that way. I knew that someday I would get married, but for now I was free to do as I pleased and I wanted to visit New England. The farthest north I had ever been was to Pittsburgh to see a baseball game.
With help from AAA Travel people, I mapped out a route that took me through Pennsylvania via the Pocono Mountains and into New York. There was no GPS for me as I wanted to see on paper where I was going. My route took me through Hartford, Connecticut and across the Massachusetts Turnpike and into the city of Worcester. It was there that I decided to stop and relax for the evening.
I had reservations for a room at a nice, clean motel that offered a free full hot breakfast in the morning beginning at 6:00. That sounded fine to me because I could get up, have my shower, pack my things, then go to breakfast, and shortly after I could be on my way to New Hampshire.
After checking in at the motel and putting my belongings in the room, my plan was to search for a nice bar/restaurant to have dinner and a few drinks before heading back to my room and watch a ballgame on TV. But instead of going to an unknown eatery I decided on the bar right there in the motel. It was a bit crowded but I was able to find a table with two chairs along the back wall in a dimly lit area. Oh, well, I thought to myself, I didn't know anyone anyway so why not sit back there and relax and watch the people. I wasn't too hungry so I didn't need much to eat and after ordering from a cute waitress who looked to be my age, I read the back of the menu which had the history of the city on it just to pass some time until my meal arrived.
Before the waitress returned with my meal a very handsome young black man approached my table and asked if he could join me. There weren't many empty seats anywhere as the restaurant filled up fast, so I said yes and he sat down. Little did I know it was the beginning of a huge change in my life!
"My name is Peter Bankes. I appreciate you allowing me to join you since it's unusually crowded tonight and not easy to find a seat." He held out his right hand and we said hello. His grip was firm and his demeanor was very polite. It was a casual place and his attire was a shirt with the sleeves cut off and tight fitting short shorts that stopped about four inches from his crotch. He had very nice looking toned arms on his 6'3" body. His skin was a very rich looking chocolate tone, but what I admired about him most of all was his legs. They were smooth, almost hairless, and well toned. He was not overly muscular looking but you could tell this man did some serious exercising. He also had on an intoxicating men's lotion that I didn't recognize but was just right and not too strong.
I told him my name and we chatted about all kinds of things, especially sports. Peter loved basketball and football and of course was a big Patriots fan. I, of course, was a huge Steelers fan so right off the bat we had a friendly rivalry in football. Our meals arrived at the same time, which made it all the better that we could eat at the same time too. I enjoyed the conversation we had during our dinner. I told him where I was from and that I was just passing through the town on the way to New Hampshire. I was staying in a room in the motel for the night and would be off early in the morning.
"That drive from Wheeling was kind of long and I must use the restroom. Peter, please excuse me while I run. Do you know where the men's room is?" I asked him.
"Sure. It's right over there," he said and pointed to the door about 20 feet away.
"Thanks. I won't be long," I said to him as he nodded to me.
When I returned and sat down I noticed that he had hardly touched his meal. "Aren't you hungry?" I asked him.
"Oh, yeah, I am, but since I'm eating with you tonight I decided to wait until you got back. How rude would it be if I ate alone? Then you would be eating alone too."
"Thanks. That's very thoughtful of you." and we both started eating. The food was excellent and the conversation with Peter was great and I was happy how the first day of my trip was going. But when I went to stand up after eating I was hit with a horrible feeling of lightheadedness and had to sit back down.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I think so. I don't know what came over me. I felt kinda dizzy when I got up. That's never happened before." When I went to get up again the same feeling came upon me and I sat right back down.
"Should I call a doctor?" Peter asked. "Or could I help you to your room?"
"That would be fine if I could get to my room. I'm sure some rest would get me feeling better." Peter was so kind and helped me walk to my room. I know it was not the safest thing to do to let a stranger in my room in a strange town, but I wasn't doing very well and this man offered to help me. I opened the door and we both walked in. He propped up some pillows for me on the one bed and had me sit up and rest my head against them to try to clear my head. I fell asleep almost immediately.
When I awoke the next morning Peter was still there. He fell asleep on the other queen sized bed in the room. When I got out of bed I noticed the feeling from the previous night was gone. I felt great! He woke up about the same time as I did and asked me how I felt.
"Wonderful!" I said. "Man, I don't know what hit me. Thanks for all your help. After breakfast I guess I will be on my way. It was great to meet you, Peter."
When Peter came over to me I was very surprised to see him with his shorts off and only wearing his white briefs underwear! He didn't even have on his t-shirt. The first thing I noticed after the shock of seeing him in his scivvies was those gorgeous chocolate legs! The second thing I noticed was the bulge in his underwear! He obviously had a big cock and for some reason not known to me I was getting aroused!
As he stood next to my bed I couldn't help but stare at the protrusion in his underwear! I have always been as straight as an arrow sexually but for some reason I had an urge to reach out and touch his dick. If he was to pull down his undershorts I didn't know what I would have done! Then he did just that! He pulled down his shorts and let his big, chocolate schlong hang loose.
"Sorry," he said, "but it's been a long night for this thing to be cooped up." I kept staring at his cock that was bigger flaccid than mine was erect! I wasn't sure what to do as I looked at it almost as if I was hypnotized! And he just left it hang down and it was only a few inches from my face!
"Touch it, Martin." he softly said to me. I immediately reached out and did as he told me to do. It grew in my hand as I held it until it was about 9 inches long!
"Rub it, Martin, and kiss it," he said slightly above a whisper and I started to rub it as he told me and then planted a kiss on the shaft. It seemed all too natural for me to feel and lick his beautiful cock.
"Reach over with your tongue, Martin, and lick the head. Then lick underneath on the shaft." And I did what he told me again. I never desired to handle another man's cock but here I was doing as I was told by this ultra handsome African American. And my erect 6 inch dick was straining in my undershorts!
"Open your mouth wide, Martin, so I can slide it in," he said and I did exactly what he told me! As I sat on the edge of the bed Peter began face fucking me. It was the first time ever that I had touched another man's dick let alone have it in my mouth. And the smoothness, the texture of that fine sample was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was sooo sexy! Then I thought there was never a better time for me to experience his fine thighs, so I placed my hands on them and savored the time with them as Peter continued gently using my mouth as a pussy. My dick was as hard as it ever was!
Peter kept sliding his long, smooth dick in and out of my mouth until finally he grabbed the back of my head, moaned, and tensed up and shot his load into the back of my throat. "Swallow it all, Martin," he said and I obeyed his command. It was becoming obvious that Peter had some kind of power over me. Whatever he told me to do I did it. He always spoke with a voice that was very low and he seemed to know he was in complete control at all times.
After I had finished sucking his cock I humbly said to him, "Peter, I don't know what came over me. I have never had gay tendencies before so I have no idea why I wanted to suck you off," Peter just sat there next to the bed with a weird but confident look on his face as I humbly kept my head down while speaking.
"Martin, I want to explain something to you so listen closely. For over a year I have been looking for a single guy who is just traveling through the area and who I can make my sex slave. The guy must be white, like you are, and must be alone, just like you. And he has to be straight. You happened to be in the right place at the right time, that's all."
