Dean woke up at exactly seven o'clock, his mobile phone making a very soft 'chirp'. It was set to be off until seven in the morning. The sound had been a message being released. 'That'll be Debbie,' he thought. She usually texted early on Friday afternoon to set up a fucking session for the weekend. He'd been quite surprised not to hear from her.
But before he checked the message, he very carefully lifted his bedding and looked across at the big black guy sleeping peacefully next to him.
'Excellent,' he thought, 'he's got a big morning hard on...should be some more fun.' He'd picked up Oscar at the club last night and they'd had a great fuck.
Well, it wasn't really a 'club', just a bar, but the clientele were all guys...and guys interested in one thing...fucking. Dean usually went down there on a Friday night, sometimes he was successful, sometimes he wasn't.
Last night had been good, he'd been sitting having a beer with a few of his acquaintances, when a group of a few new guys had come in. He's spotted Oscar straightaway. 'Excuse me,' he'd said to his pals and strolled over to where the new guys were still standing at the bar.
"Hi," he'd said, "can I buy you a beer?"
No time wasted, both there for the same thing. Oscar had looked him up and down, liked what he saw and said, "Sure". They'd got chatting without any bother. Dean had a good look at Oscar, in particular at the big bulge in his jeans.
After a while, Dean had said, "Bit noisy here, want to move somewhere quieter?" The 'pub' had some very intimate booths, but also odd corners behind pillars and what have you. They stood in a corner.
The pub had a very strict rule - no overt display of cocks and certainly no fucking in public. But that didn't stop a lot of surreptitious activity going on in the dark corners! Dean smiled at Oscar, then eased his hand over and started feeling Oscar's cock through his jeans. Oscar grinned back and reciprocated.
They leaned forward and kissed. Zips were pulled down, hands inserted and soon they were feeling each other's balls and pricks, which soon hardened. Funnily enough, neither of them were wearing pants, all commando style.
Oscar pulled Dean's prick out first, Dean followed, they got their pricks together, a hand each wrapped round them. 'God, that felt good,' Dean had thought, the feel of a big hot prick against his was great.
'Frotting, they called it,' he thought.
'Not a very nice word, from the French: Frottage, the act of grinding one's body against another for sexual pleasure,' he recalled.
For in truth, although he worked as a garage mechanic, Dean was a clever guy and well educated. He actually had a college degree. When he'd graduated, nothing particularly appealed to him as a job, so after a while of unemployment, he'd thought, 'I like working with my hands,' so he got a job as a garage mechanic.
He was very good at it, and the garage found he had a particular skill at solving tricky problems - which was how he had met Debbie. Correction, how he'd been seduced by Debbie, sneaky bitch! They'd been fucking now for months. And there had been nothing wrong with her car either.
But Dean had quickly been up front with Debbie. He told her he liked fucking with guys. He didn't think he was homosexual, he didn't even think he was bi-sexual...he just liked fucking...a lot.
Debbie it turned out was quite happy with that, as long as she got her share of cock. She just had one request - would Dean please wear a condom when doing anal, no bareback stuff. Dean was quite happy with that, he had no wish to catch an infection either.
Anyway, back to last night. Oscar it turned out was in town for a few days attending some junior management course. The course had finished late that afternoon, but Oscar had stayed on for an extra night to have a look around.
"Want to come back to my place?" Dean had suggested. "Sure."
They'd got into Dean's flat and hadn't wasted any time. Oscar was wearing a shirt, Dean a t-shirt. Those were soon off. They undid each other's flies, dropped their trousers and both had a good look at each other's hard pricks. Dean's was about eight inches long, Oscar's shorter by an inch but fatter. Both were largely shaven, but with landing strips.
Dean thought as the host he should take the initiative, so he dropped down on his knees and was soon sucking Oscar's cock.
'God, there was nothing he liked better,' he thought, as he sucked and licked and also pulled at Oscar's balls. The sensation of a big fat cock filling his mouth was just exquisite, he sucked even more vigorously.
"Don't do too much, Dean, or I'll fucking shoot," he heard a gasp from above. He pulled his mouth away and grinned up at Oscar. He lay straight back on the bed and soon Oscar was servicing him. He was good, the things he could do with his lips and tongue were amazing. He licked round the ridge of Dean's cock head and Dean had to hold on to stop himself coming.
"Want to get it up me?" he said and Oscar nodded. Dean got a bottle of lube and a condom, Oscar finger fucked his ass to loosen it up, then started to ease his cock up into Dean.
'There's nothing like it,' thought Dean, 'a big hot prick up there.' He liked pegging with Debbie, but nothing replaced the real thing. As the lube started to dry out, the intensity of the friction on his anus grew, giving him even more satisfaction. With each deeper and faster stroke, a steady stream of loud grunts came out of him.
Oscar was enjoying himself as well, the tightness of Dean's ass muscles squeezing his dick in a highly satisfactory manner. They'd started missionary position, but were soon moving around, Oscar took him from behind doggie style, then from the rear in a spoon position.
The ended up in Dean's favourite position, with him sitting on the other guy's lap with his prick up from behind. That way, Dean's cock and balls were in front, bouncing up and down. He liked to watch his cock jiggling back and forward, and Oscar easily got his hand round to finger his cock and balls.
"I think I'm going to shoot," said Oscar.
'Not surprising,' thought Dean, as he must have had Oscar's cock up him for well over half an hour. Some stamina. Oscar's body stiffened, he thrust his cock hard up Dean and let out an "Ohhh!" as his stuff shot out.
"That was terrific, Dean," he said withdrawing his cock. Dean was quite exhausted as well, but still had his big hard on...and an urgent need to get it up Oscar. He wet Oscar's arsehole with some lube, then got his prick up him as fast as he could. He was soon fucking him hard, but Oscar seemed to be able to take it.
Again, they swapped round, this time they did it standing up for a while. Oscar held onto the bedside cabinet while Dean rammed into him. Dean's stamina was pretty good as well, he lasted as long as Oscar had, but finally he shot his load as well. They collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily.
"That was great," said Oscar. "For a white guy, you've got a really good sized cock and you can last. I need that size up me, fucking me like that for a good long while."
Time for a break, "Want a drink, Oscar?"
"Sure," he said again, it seemed to be his favourite expression. They washed their cocks, then went through to the kitchen in the nude. Dean poured beers and they sat and chatted for a bit.
"Great flat you've got here," said Oscar.
"Yes, two bedrooms and two en-suite bathrooms, and the guy I share it with is out a lot," said Dean, not choosing to mention that Debbie was paying half the rent. Soon after he'd met her, correction, been snared by her, she'd come round to his old flat for a fucking session.
"Dean, this place is a pigsty," and insisted on finding him a better place.
"I'm not coming round to fuck with you in this place," she'd said. "Goodness knows what I might catch." Which Dean had thought very funny.
It wasn't long before Dean and Oscar went back to bed. They felt each other and had kissed, but were both quite exhausted and soon fell asleep.
***
'What was it about black guys that he really liked?' wondered Dean. Was it true they were all really well hung? Was that racist to even consider that? And anyway wasn't it a bit racist for Oscar to have called him a 'white guy'?? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!
Certainly the ones he'd fucked with were all well hung, but hang on, he thought, he was very adept at spotting the guys with the big bulge and he hadn't been let down yet! Stamina? Couldn't say, they all seemed to be able to last for ages, but then so could he. Mouths and tongues, all good.
But he was talking rubbish! As a statistical sample his experience was too small, and he only went for the ones that fulfilled his criteria, 'Dean...don't be so pompous, we're talking here about fucking, not global politics!' Anyway, he liked it and they liked it, so that was OK.
That was last night, now it was morning. 'Better look at Debbie's message first,' he thought. He flicked open the phone and his eyes went wide open. As well as a message, there was a photo.
But what a photo! Debbie was sitting on the edge of her bed, with her hand round a younger woman, squeezing her tit so her nipple stood out. The younger woman had her fingers in Debbie's cunt and was stretching her cunt lips out. They were both grinning like mad. Not much doubt about what they had been up to...
The message: 'Dean, this is my friend Anneka, who's cum to stay for the weekend. She'd really like to meet U. Can U cum round this evening? She'd like to discuss Proust with you.'
Wow! Dean didn't hesitate, Anneka was a stunner, big tits, narrow waist, fit looking thighs and a filthy smile. 'Yes, 6 o'clock,' he texted back on WhatsApp.
Debbie wasn't bad looking either, he thought cheekily, particularly her wonderful cunt. They'd measured it one day. It was five and a half inches from the start of the hood right to the bottom. The hood to clit measured one and a quarter inches. She had a prominent clit, five eights of an inch when aroused.
Her really big labia stretched the full length of her cunt, that was four and a quarter inches. The lips were always out by half an inch, when she teased them out they were over an inch...and when she really stretched them five inches wide! Dean liked statistics like that...
...and now some more business this morning. He rolled over in the bed towards Oscar and got hold of his cock. It was really stiff and he started massaging it gently. It didn't take long for Oscar to wake up, "Hey man, I thought I was dreaming!" But soon he had his hand on Dean's hard on as well.
What Dean wanted was to suck his cock, so he moved down and was soon sucking away. He wasn't thinking about an arse fuck this morning, to tell the truth his arsehole still felt quite tender from last night's pounding.
Oscar lay back and enjoyed the cock sucking, holding Dean's head in his hands, "Do my balls will you, Dean?" Dean needed no invitation, he moved down a bit, got Oscar's balls in his hand then in his mouth and started sucking them. They were so big he could hardly get them in.
"Got a cock ring, Dean, I like that round them, then squeeze them really hard!" Dean obliged and soon Oscar was groaning and moaning, alternate pain and pleasure, as Dean pulled and squeezed, popping the big balls between his fingers, and then smacking them.
"Jesus, I think they're about to burst," he got out before Dean stopped.
Now it was Oscar's turn to suck Dean. He was superb at it, Dean knew that with that intensity of stimulation he wasn't going to last long.
"Oscar, I'm going to squirt."