Dear Literotica readers,
Please skip this paragraph if you want to go into this story cold -- which I think is the best way to enjoy it. For those who need to know what they're in for, this tale contains the following situations: interracial sex m/f (black man/white woman), bbc, voyeurism, cock & ball worship, male humiliation (sort of), extreme sexual stamina, massive facial cumshot.
Also, one of the main characters is a racist idiot. But don't worry: he gets his comeuppance. (This story does NOT use the n-word, by the way. I'm not into it. At all.)
No BNWO stuff either. This is about one black man, not all black men.
Since English is not my native language, there might still be grammatical mistakes or weird turns of phrase despite my proofreading. My sincere apologies if that's the case.
And one more thing: keep in mind, this story is a
fantasy
...
If you asked his mother, she would tell you Brad Bowman was a caring, sweet boy.
If you asked most other people who knew him, they would tell you he was an unsufferable prick.
He was the kind of guy whose idea of success was putting down others for his own profit. 'To defame, to bully, to brag' could have been his motto. His behavior was the prime example of what is known today as "toxic masculinity".
Fortunately for all, he was not bright enough to pose a real threat to people. In his workplace, he was often ridiculed. His coworkers had even thought of a nickname for him. It came from the fact that one of his social media profiles had him referring to himself as a jock -- which was quite dumb in itself -- but on top, he had misspelt it with a 'u' instead of 'o'.
And he never, ever changed it. If you were to check it today, the mistake would still be on his profile page. That's why, for many of these unfortunate ones who had to suffer his presence at the office, Brad would forever be remembered as "Chuck".
So Brad 'Chuck' Bowman was enjoying some time off in Portugal, which he heard was a great destination for "living the life". To him, it was all about two things: 1/ getting high on booze and 2/ fucking as many chicks as possible. And so far, he had not been disappointed. Alcohol was cheap in this country, so he could indulge in it a lot more than in the States. As for the girls... he had spent the last week "drowning in pussy" as he claimed on his social media page.
The thing is, when it came to women, he was absolutely shameless. He would roam dating apps for hours on end, making up the most ludicrous stories about himself, sending pics of his muscular body at every possible occasion. And on week-ends, he would hunt out at the nightclubs of the city all night long, talking at length of his many -- fake -- accomplishments to girls, and badmouthing any guy they happened to hang out with.
And often... it paid off. At 34 years of age, he could boast to have slept with over 800 women. Granted, very few of them ever called him back, but why would it matter? There were just so many of them around!
Portugal, in that respect, was no different. And it would have been an all-out success... if not for that one girl, who had been resisting him for days.
Her name was Maria. She was a slender brunette of upper average height, looking to be in her mid-twenties. She had been on his radar for a few days now, ever since he had seen her strolling down the nude beach, her pretty face adorned with high cheekbones and striking hazel eyes, her long brown hair cascading down her back, her small, perky tits standing proudly on her chest, her ass firm and round.
From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he had had an intuition about her. He was sure she did fit the stereotype of the prom queen who secretly craves a long, hard fuck. And he hoped he would soon put that theory to the test.
But many times, he had tried to flirt a bit with her, and everytime, she either blew him off completely or made fun of him. Was she one of those high-maintenance chicks, who thought of themselves as fucking dew-chesses (that's how he said it)? Maybe... but he wanted her all the same.
What was the matter with her? He looked good, he knew that. He was tall, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and chicks dug that. That turned them on. Plus, he took good care of his body. He spent about an hour at the gym almost every day, doing mostly weight-lifting. He was a big, hulky man, muscular all over. He looked like one of those guys you saw in packagings for protein powders. That appealed to a lot of women, he could tell.
What he had failed to get right was that Maria was not that kind of woman. She loved a good-looking body, sure (though she felt the 'bodybuilding' type to be really unappealing) but she also loved the brains that went along with it. She expected the men in her life to be funny, witty, and smart. Kindness didn't hurt, either. And Brad, unfortunately, was none of these things.
Still, he thought she would surrender to him, somehow. So he had gone back at the nude beach today, hoping to find her once more. Going there wasn't a problem for him. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He was quite proud of his cock, who measured all of 5 inches when soft. He was what you called a "shower", which gave him a lot of confidence about these things. He felt young, he felt great, although to be fair, his hungovers were getting harder and harder to recover from, and recently, on a couple occasions, he had had some problem keeping it up during sex, something that he attributed to age rather than his ever-increasing use of steroids.
It was now a little after 2 PM, and Brad was pacing the beach like a mock-up lifesaver, eyeing leerily the butts and tits of the girls basking in the sun. He had heard about nude beaches being mostly an old people's thing, but it was not true here. The place had its fair share of young, hot bodies. There would be plenty of game for him if his dream girl failed to show up.
He kept walking to and fro, eventually getting the attention of a blonde bimbo with an impressive set of (fake) boobs, until, all of a sudden, she came into view.
The brunette with the goddamn body. The one he had been fantasizing about. Maria.
She was coming down the sand dune, simply wearing a bikini. He hadn't seen her for a couple days, and had almost forgotten how much of a stunner she was. She was walking with a big smile on her face, as if she was without a care in the world, her lithe, sun-kissed body on display. He could see the shape of her perky tits, with her hard nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Her stomach was toned, with a slight hint of her abs peeking through. Her hips swayed as she moved, her long legs carrying her towards the beach side. She was wearing a tiny black thong, the string of which disappeared into the crack of her perfect ass.
But this time... she was not alone. She was walking with... a black guy? Who the fuck was he? Brad did not remember meeting him at the beach before. Where did he come from?
Maria's smile had faded in an instant.
"Fuck... not this guy again."
"Who?" her companion asked.
"Mr. Muscle over there... oh god, he's coming towards us."
Brad was not going to let such an intruder ruin his plans. He was going to take the lead... and show her who was the better man.
"Hey babe... good to see you again. Having fun?"
"Up to now, I did... by the way, this is Alex. A friend."
She had been about to say "my boyfriend", but maybe it would have felt a little too rushed. Indeed, they had only reacquainted for the past 24 hours, even if so much had happened since...
Brad checked the guy he would have to deal with. He looked about the same age as Maria. He was tall, probably a couple inches taller than himself, with skin as dark as night. He had that kind of chiseled, strong face that would have looked intimidating if not for the fact that his whole demeanor displayed a genuine friendliness. Even the intensity of his brown eyes was counterbalanced by his bright, large smile.
He was wearing nothing but a set of loose, ample shorts, that extended to just below his knees. He was built, muscular, but not in the same way that Brad was. He looked lean, like a runner or a swimmer. His arms were defined, his chest broad, his stomach flat and toned. He didn't have the bulk of a weightlifter, but there was no denying that he was in great shape. Even Brad had to admit he was real good-looking.
But he was still an intruder.
He extended his arm for a handshake, and as Alex offered his hand, he gripped it like a vise, trying to turn it into a show of strength. But that guy was completely cool about it. He looked at the blonde jock straight in the eyes, like nothing was happening, and his grip was just as firm, but neither overly tight nor trying to prove anything.
"Hi, Brad. You're a friend of Maria too?"
"Yeah! I mean," he added up after seeing the fury in her eyes. "I'm just an a-queen-tance for the moment, but... I hope we'll get to know each other a lot better... you?"
"Well, Maria and I work for the same company, actually. We've been co-workers for about a year now and... we just met here yesterday, realizing that we were both on holiday in the exact same town in Portugal! It was..."
