Aaron Cromwell

A lonely gay man finds the man of his dreams.

What happened after that Super Bowl weekend taught me a lot. The most amazing thing to me was not just that Damon committed to loving me; it was how smoothly and comfortably he slipped right into living openly in a gay relationship with me. I'd had so many worries and fears about how to live my own life, worrying about how to come out to people, worrying about how others would react to me, about rejection, even possible violence toward me. Damon on the other hand just changed his life overnight and never even raised an eyebrow. After identifying as a purely straight man all his life, it was even more amazing to me what a non-issue it was for Damon to fall in love with a boy. I think most males would have freaked out, panicked, had a tragic crisis of identity, crying all over themselves in self-absorbed misery, wondering, “Why me?!” But that wasn't Damon. His attitude proved that he's an actual real man, not a collection of imitated behaviors. Clearly it takes great confidence to so graciously accept such an unexpected and stigmatized reality, and Damon didn't hesitate for an instant to show his love for me. For this reason, and a thousand others, Damon is a devastatingly amazing man. I officially moved in with Damon when my 6-month lease expired, just a few weeks after that first, unforgettable night we spent together. I was amazed at how quickly our bond strengthened. We both just had to spend all our time together, and we did, every single night. I was truly living my fantasy life. I was finally experiencing all the wonderful emotions, the sweet romantic moments, big and small, the companionship, and yes, the sex, that previously I only yearned for. I very quickly became totally attached to Damon, compelled to please him in every way, and he took full advantage of that. Just as I was bound to him in my own way, Damon's tie to me was equally strong, but had a very different manner of expression. I don't think Damon noticed himself becoming so extremely possessive of me in just the first few days of our romantic relationship. He would constantly have his hands on me when we were together. Even out in public, there was always an arm around my shoulders or sides, holding me next to him, or a hand near my neck, subtly guiding my direction. Like I said, I don't think he noticed how frequent these gestures were. It seemed to be his natural instinct to behave that way with the one he loved. It was that primal part of his mind that needed to let everyone, me included, know, “This is mine. Don't touch.” In private also, he frequently reminds me that I am his. When we're watching something on the television, he holds me on top of him, lying on the couch. Sitting on the love-seat, he holds me tight, squished between him and the armrest. Every night, before we go to sleep, he pulls me over to his side of the bed and holds me however he wants. Maybe he doesn't notice how often he does these things, but I do, every single time. And I cherish each and every one of them. I love being Damon's! Of course, sex was another story all together. In the bedroom, Damon was totally deliberate in and aware of his dominance. When it’s just the two of us in our apartment, let me tell you, that man makes my world turn, day and night! How better for Damon to assert his dominion than to grab me, throw me down right there on the spot, wherever in the apartment we are, get on top of me, and then to get inside of me? To open my hole up and to carve out a cozy, warm home for that huge fuck rod of his in my butt. To ram it in repeatedly, making me feel it, ensuring there can be no question nor doubt about who's the man in the relationship. And ultimately, to breed my ass with his warm, juicy cum. Damon could not only fuck me into unearthly physical pleasure, but he was also able to fuck me into genuine submission, which gives me the most intense rushes of my life. I'm still rather shy, but when we're in bed, Damon fucks that shyness right out of me. He can turn me into such a cock-addicted slut that you'd think my last fix was months ago, when in actuality it was probably just last night, or maybe only an hour ago. We just celebrated our first anniversary, partly with something special I'd planned in hopes of making it the perfect night for Damon. I wanted him to be so happy he'd never forget it. I got home early from work and tried to distract myself with the television while I waited near the window so I could see Damon pulling in to his parking spot. When he finally arrived, I started to get ready. I'd had a persisting erection all day long from anticipating the coming moments! At last, I was going to get release. I had an anxious, eager feeling that tonight would be something spectacular. I hurried to the bedroom and stripped off all my clothes and threw them into the laundry hamper. I went to the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out the special surprise inside of the plastic Victoria’s Secret bag I got while shopping last week. I was thinking to myself, “I can't believe I'm actually doing this,” as I put on the hot pink girls’ panties. They were thin and satin, and like a bikini they covered my thighs very little. The panties were almost uncomfortable, fitting so snugly against my shaved completely hairless dick, balls and butt that my hard-on was restrained over to my left thigh. Damon had playfully suggested the idea of me wearing girls’ underwear for him a few times in the past, but I wasn't 100% sure he was serious about it at first. Plus I felt a bit awkward about it, so I avoided the subject, and Damon stopped asking. It’s not that I didn’t want to do it; if he'd asked even just one more time I think I would have agreed. I sincerely enjoyed doing anything that would bring my man pleasure. I'd just never been into cross-dressing or anything, so it was a very new and foreign idea. But his suggestion kept playing in my mind as I wondered if it was something he actually wanted me to do for him. A big part of how we've learned about each other's sexual desires has been the two of us sitting together, often naked, reading erotic stories on the Internet. Two weeks ago, I was sitting on Damon's lap while we read a fantasy story that had strong elements of emasculation. It was obvious from the movement going on underneath me that Damon was enjoying the humiliation of the guy being dressed up in slutty feminine attire. Damon didn't bring it up again, but he didn't have to. Right then, I knew he'd really enjoy it, and I knew I wanted to do this for him. After adjusting the panties, I put on the little black leather collar Damon had bought for me. Written on the tag were the words, “DAMON’S BITCH”. I smile whenever I look at it, and when it’s around my neck, I always feel so good. Damon knows I love it, and it's obvious how much he likes me in it, too. I attached the matching leather leash to the collar and secured the other end to the wooden bedpost at the head of the bed. I got up on the bed on all fours facing the open bedroom door, and waited nervously for Damon to come in to take a shower like he usually does. I felt really vulnerable in that position, wearing what I was wearing. I think it was just because I was nervous that I was suddenly doubting my interpretation of Damon's desire for me to wear this. I quickly lost my hard-on from the sudden fear that my man wouldn't enjoy this. I can't explain why, because it's simply not logical, but I couldn't help it. I suppose I've always done this. I devise a rational plan, and feel confident in it. When I enact the plan though, 100 alternate possibilities, and impossibilities, no matter how unrealistic, flood my mind. Then I freak out, feeling like I hadn’t thought things over enough, certain that the worst case scenario is actually far worse than I'd imagined, and that it's also the most likely one. I heard the front door open, then close, and Damon called out, “Hey, Eddy! I’m home!” I stayed quiet, partly because I wanted to be a total surprise, and partly because I was almost hoping that I'd luck out due to some unexpected turn of events deterring Damon from coming in, allowing me to scratch the whole plan and reconsider the idea. No such luck though. When Damon walked in only seconds later, I made eye contact briefly with him, smiling nervously and hopefully, then looked down at my hands, waiting for his reaction. He didn't say anything, and I was too scared to look at him. In the next few agonizingly long seconds, Damon still silent, I figured he must've been disgusted with me or something. I hated myself at that moment. I felt I'd just ruined our anniversary night. Feeling like I was about to cry, I closed my eyes tight as I wondered how I could have been so stupid. Suddenly, my butt was roughly squeezed and rubbed. Encouraged by this gesture, I looked up at Damon's face and saw his mouth slightly open, breathing deeply but quietly, and there was lustful wonder in his eyes. With his other hand, he grabbed his already very hard dick in his white track pants. He glanced down at me with a smile that told me he was very pleased, and I knew I'd just let my fears get the best of my reason after all. I returned a shy smile, both relieved and thrilled, but mostly proud of myself that I turned him on that much, that quickly. He went from completely soft to rock hard in no more than 15 seconds. I bowed my head again as he took his shirt off and then returned to feeling my ass. He started roughly playing with my butt through the panties which made my little hole so horny, starting to itch and burn for him. My eyes closed, my jaw went slack, and I whimpered a little as I nuzzled my right cheek up against his hard abs, and I let myself enjoy his manipulating touch. I was already panting with lust. As much I enjoy foreplay, I was way past it by that point. My own foreplay had taken place throughout the day, since I woke up, so my pussy was fully primed to be torn up real bad. I just wanted his big dick deep inside of me, stretching me out, fucking me, breeding me. My left hand went up to squeeze his hard dick through the nylon material, desperately wanting Damon to use me for its pleasure. It's my number one priority in life these days to give my man pleasure. My big black muscle stud gruffly pushed my head down to his great bulge which I kissed and mouthed in a display of my respect. I dutifully worshipped him, hoping to be given permission to reach into his pants and pull out the 10 thick inches he kept there, and make out with each and every one of them. His rough stimulation of my hole was driving me into a haze of submission and desire to please. He harshly ground my face into his crotch for a few minutes as he squeezed, pinched and smacked my butt, which nearly made me cum without even touching myself. When he pulled away, I nearly fell off the bed, mindlessly following his dick. I regained my balance on the bed, sitting like a dog, and looked up at Damon, wondering why he took his dick away from me. He was smiling and chuckling in amusement at my inability to resist my desire for him. He spoke for the first time, confidently in charge as always, “Get on the floor, on your knees, bitch.” “Yes, Sir.” I eagerly complied, moving quickly. As I got down on my knees next to the bed, a couple feet in front of Damon, he took off his pants and threw them near me, landing with a quiet thud. He stood in only his tight, dark blue, elastic boxer briefs. That hard piece of meat of his was bulging between the underwear and his right leg. I could clearly see all those spidery veins spread out across the long and thick shaft. He squeezed and stroked it as he walked closer to me, putting his perfect male equipment just inches from my face. Seeing his hard cock and heavy, hanging balls jam-packed into his boxer briefs like that gets me so turned on I drool. Damon is very aware of my uninhibited, desperate need for his manhood, and he often uses this knowledge against me. In a low, sexy voice, he told me, “Since you're bein' good so far, I'll let you pull my underwear off, but don't touch my dick yet.” I looked up at him and answered gratefully, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I was delighted just to have the privilege of taking off my man's underwear, and I of course took great care to not let my fingers come anywhere near his dick as I slid his tight underwear down his huge legs and off his size 13 feet, leaving a servile kiss with each one. The very moment his dick came into view, my eyes became transfixed on it. My gaze didn't waver even while I wadded his boxer briefs up and crammed them against my nose and open mouth, inhaling my man’s scent. Damon let me sniff the strong smell of his sweat from his underwear for a moment before he grabbed it from me and threw it to the side. He snickered and said, “You’ll get your face in the real thing soon enough, bitch.” He grabbed his cock around its thick base with his right hand and began bouncing and waving it around, teasing me unmercifully, knowing I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I have a hopeless addiction to his huge black cock and perhaps more importantly, the narcotic juice it feeds me. Knowing this all too well, Damon has grown a fondness for teasing me. My eyes were fixed on it. Wherever it went, my eyes followed. I put my hands on Damon's muscular, warm thighs and tore my eyes away from his dick for just a split-second to glance up into his eyes, silently begging for it. I wanted it in my mouth so bad, but I knew better than to try to suck it without permission, so I remained on my knees, waiting for my man's next order. Damon just kept staring down at me with a cocky and somewhat contemptuous smile, waving his fat, veiny dick around close to my face only stopping to show it off and stroke himself seductively. I was salivating for his dick to be in my mouth so that I could make it feel good for my big, strong protector. He continued on with this teasing for a strangely long time, at least a couple of minutes, and I was becoming desperate. I didn't know what to do, but I had to do something. I glanced up into his eyes once more, but he gave no reaction. I returned to staring at my muscle god's appendage which had become the embodiment of my every desire, studying its perfection for the thousandth time. In an act of urgent desire, I looked up into the eyes of the dark, powerfully built giant towering over me one last time as I opened my mouth and tentatively tried to move it over onto his dick. Knowing I’m not supposed to, like a kid testing his daddy, going for a piece of candy with him watching, I slowly inched closer to my sweet XXXL jawbreaker. But as I did, he stepped back slightly out of my reach. My eyes fixed themselves back onto his menacing dick, my wistful gaze now totally unwavering. He continued arrogantly showing off his amazing dick, and I moved forward on my knees in order to again try to take his dick into my mouth. As my mouth got close though, Damon used his hand to move his dick away so that my mouth would miss its target, while he simultaneously took another very small step backwards. Like a dog going after a trail of treats, I impulsively and thoughtlessly followed him, and I again tried to take it into my mouth, but his dick dodged me and he took a small step back just like before. I quickly moved forward on my knees again, and for the fourth time his dick evaded my mouth as Damon took another step in reverse. We both repeated this process over and over again, each of us accelerating each time. I was on my knees lunging forward to his dick. Damon would in-turn recede and move my treat away at the same time. With each repetition, neither of us moved more than a few inches, but each time Damon's hand ensured that I'd miss my goal. I started going for it faster and faster, absolutely intent on having my reward, but he was dodging and stepping away quicker than me. I could hear him chuckle each time I jumped for it, turning me on even more, exacerbating my dilemma. After I'd jumped for it at least 30 times in about as many seconds, we were far away from the bed, almost in the hallway. I again quickly went for that beautiful monster that had always given me so much pleasure, and Damon again dodged, but this time he took a wide step backwards. I immediately sprung toward his dick for the final attempt, and as the tip of my tongue came within an inch of it, I noticed Damon hadn't moved it out of the way at all, and I was elated that he was going to let his doggy have his treat. And then when I was only a split second from tasting my reward, my throat was harshly strangled and I was suddenly snapped down to the ground! Damon laughed loudly and deviously as I realized the leash was still attached to the bedpost. I felt humiliated, ashamed, and so incredibly turned on. This was genuine torture, the worst thing I've ever experienced. I got back up on my knees and faced Damon, my hands at my sides. I knelt, trying to be patient, but after some 30 more seconds of Damon continuing to tease me by stroking his dick, I started to get really anxious. I was already extremely turned on, and I admit, I'm not the most patient submissive. I again looked up to his face, searching for an explanation of why he was depriving me of his thick dick, but I was given no reason. When I looked back down, I saw a big, gleaming drop of pre-cum forming at the end of the long shaft. Damon never kept it from me this long, and I couldn't take it anymore. I bursted into begging, “Damon! Sir! Please! Please let me suck your cock, Sir! I need it, please!” Damon stepped forward as he replied incredulously, “You need it? So what, bitch.” I was stunned. He'd never before denied me his cock after I begged for it. My eyes focused on the long and hard cock in front of me. I wanted it so bad, I just couldn't understand the denial, and I was so in heat I went crazy for his dick. I lunged for Damon's hard and thick cock, but I was intercepted by a hard smack across my left cheek which stung all over. It surprised me so much I fell forward onto my hands and noticed my dick had begun to form a dark wet spot in the front of the feminine underwear I was wearing. I got my breath back and returned to my place on my knees, and that huge black dick was staring me in the face again, and I was again salivating for it to be in my mouth. “Forgetting your place, bitch?” I hung my head, eyes closed, and whined in frustration, “I'm sorry, Sir. I just... I need it so bad.” Barely realizing it, I started gently stroking my own desperately throbbing hard-on through my hot pink panties. “Hands off that little cock,” Damon ordered. I was so lost in my own arousal I couldn't get my hand to obey quickly enough for Damon, so I received another hard slap to my face. It turned me on so much I started stroking myself even faster and Damon quickly smacked the other side of my face, but that only ignited a wildfire in my loins as I jacked off feverishly like some defiant little monkey begging for discipline. Damon snapped me out of my delirium when he rougly grabbed my hands and picked me up, turned me around and carried me to the bed as I struggled in his grip, knowing how futile it was. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down over his knee, then captured both my wrists behind my back in his right hand. “Damon, don't! Plea—Owww!” He began spanking me hard. After a few swats had begun to bring tears to my eyes, he demanded loudly, “Bitch! You do as I say!” “Yes, Sir! I'm sorry!” “Who's your daddy, boy?” “You are!” He smacked my butt again, hard, and ordered me, “Say it, pussyboy.” “You're my daddy, Sir! Damon is my daddy!” “That's right, you cock-loving faggot.” Damon smacked my ass again, and it stung like hell. He continued relentlessly punishing me for 3 or 4 agonizing minutes, and I was struggling the whole time but Damon didn't have the least bit of trouble holding me down to his legs. I couldn't get my arms to budge even an inch, and I could only move my torso across his legs one way or the other a tiny bit. He let me flail my legs around all I wanted, but it didn't help me at all. No more than 20 seconds into it, I was already starting to sob and pleading with him to stop. The only pauses he took were to take a handful of my butt cheeks and squeeze them hard, sending a message that was clear to me in its meaning that he literally owned my ass and could play with it however he wanted. In another minute, I was bawling like a baby and begging him to go easy, really not happy with this treatment. Well, my prick sure was enjoying it, throbbing as hard as it ever does on Damon's knee, but at that moment, I really wanted it to stop. The loud, hard swiping slaps continued to sting my butt as I screamed out, “Damon, please stop! It hurts way too much! Please! Please, please, please, Sir! Oww! Stop, please! You're doing it too hard! I don't like it! Plea—” “Shut the fuck up, fag boy!” He yelled, and smacked me even harder. “You're not fucking supposed to like it, you stupid cocksucker.” Again he increased the strength of his blow. “Disobedient faggots like you get punished,” and he emphasized this last word with another harder hit. Each of these successively harder smacks had sent me further and further into a daze. Finally, while I was completely stunned, he said, “Shut the fuck up and take it like the weak faggot bitch you are,” and this last verbal debasement was again punctuated with the hardest smack yet, and I immediately went completely limp, and Damon's dick jumped up to slap my stomach in response. Damon's angry castigation, both his words and strength, drove me into utter submission. My tears didn't stop but my struggles and pleas for mercy did. I was soon just lying down over his lap, quietly sniffling. My punishment still wasn't over. Damon continued spanking me for my disobedience, and I learned I had no choice but to accept his discipline. I'd stopped resisting for a full minute when I almost automatically moved my face over into the crook between his hip and right leg, trying to receive comfort. I'd gone limp, so Damon released my hands and I tightly wrapped my arms around the big, muscular thigh my head was resting on. He let his now free right hand wander across my back, pinching me, and holding the back of my collared neck tightly. Damon squeezed my balls in his left hand just enough to spike the pain, and he kept smacking my ass. He continued with about 10 more hard smacks to my butt, and then finally he was finished. He pushed me off his lap, forcing me to let go of his comforting thigh, and then he stood up in front of me and put me back on my knees, and held my head with his left hand, which was big enough to palm half my skull with more ease than he could palm a basketball. As I grabbed his thighs with my hands, Damon forced me to look up at him and asked calmly, “Who's your daddy?” Now deep in a submissive state of mind I answered, “You are, Sir. Damon is my daddy.” He abruptly took a tight hold of my chin with his left hand, and leaned over, pushing me down so my butt was against my heels, and he pinned my head against the edge of the bed, next to his other hand. Damon put his face directly above mine, looked me dead in my wide eyes, and spat twice onto the center of my face. He then demanded, “And who's daddy's little girl?” With his warm saliva covering my cheeks and forehead, I answered, “I am, Daddy. I'm your little girl, daddy's little girl.” A lustful smile briefly broke the serious expression on his face before he continued, “That's right you are.” With my chin still in his grip, he spat on my face again and then ordered, “Open your mouth, pussygirl.” I obeyed, and he slowly dragged his rough, wet and warm tongue across both my cheeks, then spat into my mouth. With his face only inches in front of mine, he asked me, “Are you gonna be a good girl?” “Yes, Daddy, I'll be a very good girl for you, I promise.” From the way he smiled again, I could tell he really liked hearing me call myself a girl for him. Knowing I was pleasing my man, my own little prick throbbed hard in my panties. Had I known how much it would have pleased Damon for me to be his “little girl”, I would have started long, long ago. “Good girl,” he mockingly approved my obedience before again licking my face, from my left cheek to my ear, which he tongue-fucked, then bit down on, making me pant with lust. He let go of me as he stood back upright and looked down at me, grabbing his now even more rigid and leaking black monster. He said, “Now, bitch. Beg for it.” I was going absolutely mad with lust, and I was terrified to think that he would deny me his big dick again. I didn't know how to convince him, I didn't know what to say. I just spoke from the heart, “Sir, please, I want to please you, please... I don't know what to say. I just want to make you feel good. Please, please let me make you feel good.” “Now my bitch is finally learning to be a good little, obedient faggot. This is about me, pussyboy! Not you. If you don't start gettin' that, I'm gonna have to keep punishing that faggot ass of yours, and then you'll see what a sissy wimp you really are.” “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.” “Suck on my balls,” he ordered. I immediately dove forward to lick and suck on his low-hangers with great desperation to please, while softly stroking his legs with my hands. He held my head with one hand and used it to direct me and grind my face into his crotch, and with his other hand he stroked his dick, sometimes rubbing it around on my face. His balls were still sweaty and they smelled wonderful! His intoxicating, manly scent always drives me crazy. I was instantly back in a haze, feeling high on submitting to Damon, my man. I truly can't say how long I was servicing his balls. I only remember a blur of his powerful, masculine taste and smell, flashes of his fleshy sack as I tried to get it into my mouth and suck on it dutifully. As I gained some of my consciousness back, I looked up at his face to make sure that he was enjoying it. He was looking down at me, smiling with pride and confidence, and, while already knowing the answer, he asked, “You like those big balls, white boy?” I moaned appreciatively, gratefully chewing on this treat. Still with his hand on my head, he pushed me away from his balls and ordered, “Say it. Tell me, cocksucker.” “I love your balls, Sir. Only a big, black daddy like you can have balls this big and potent. They taste and smell so good, I love them. Thank you for letting me suck them and worship them. Thank you!” “That's right, bitch. Thank a real man for allowing your worthless, faggot mouth and tongue in his sweaty crotch.” He paused for a moment to cock-slap my face which hurts more than it seems it would, but I obediently took it, keeping my faggot tongue, as he called it, sticking out as I happily accepted whatever he was willing to give me. Damon continued, “You know, bitch, don't matter how much you suck on a real man's balls, or how much of that sweat you drink down, don't matter how much of my cum you eat, it won't ever make you into a man. You'll never be anything more than my dick-loving pleasure tool. Got that, queer?” It was a real trip to hear all this debasing language. Being humiliated like this was a powerful reminder that I belonged to Damon, and it made me want to please him that much more. “Yes, Sir, I understand. Thank you, Sir.” “Good girl.” The fact that I took this treatment so willingly and happily was also a reminder to Damon that I know I'm his and that I want to please him which both boosts his ego and makes him want to dominate me even more. I think it's a beautiful symbiotic relationship. He pulled my head to his dick and I opened my mouth to take his awesome prize. His balls are amazing, but my man's dick is always the ultimate goal. My lips being stretched wide by his thick, veiny cock is a truly wonderful feeling. I often crave its presence in my throat; I love the taste, the texture, the smell; I love every bit of it. But what really satisfies me is that I have it in my mouth, that this incredibly wonderful man has chosen me to please him. It's the feeling that, though he could have anyone he wanted, he still prefers to use my mouth as a warm, wet home for his manhood. It's the feeling that my spit, tongue, suction, affection, warmth, it's my mouth that's giving him pleasure. Knowing that he wants my mouth on his glorious dick, pleasing him—that's what I need. With his dick in my mouth, I feel like I'm fulfilling my purpose. Finally, he was finally letting me please his dick. I sighed contentedly and shut my eyes so that I could completely immerse myself in the wonderful sensations taking over my mouth, sucking on the fat head like a pacifier. I loved how it felt on my tongue. He put both hands on my head and held my mouth on just the head of his dick. I sucked gently and licked under the head, excited that I was pleasing him. The prolongment of the anticipation made the blowjob that much better for both of us. I was thrilled, relieved even, to have him in my mouth. Damon spoke between his gasps and groans of pleasure, “Ohh—Fuck! Fuck yeah!” He was grunting softly and looking down at me as I sucked him. He held my head tightly in place and started a slow pace moving in and out of my mouth. Soon he was fucking my throat very roughly, and I reveled in feeling his dick penetrate my throat over and over. With his firm grip on my head, he moved me around as he pleased, while gently rocking his hips. Damon was steadily fucking my throat, pulling my face all the way to his sweaty crotch, leaving his dick to soak for a few seconds, and then forcefully angling my head back for better access to my willing throat. He'd then slide my mouth back to the head of his dick as he lifted my head back up, and then repeat the same motions. He was skull-fucking me like a surfer rides waves, and I sucked and licked as best as I could. Damon had complete control over me. Even if I'd had the will to stop, I never could have hoped to actually break free from Damon's power; I just closed my eyes and held on to Damon's legs and muscular butt, happy to go along for the ride. It was inevitable of course that my teeth would eventually scrape his big dick, especially since it was moving around so erratically. When I did err, Damon, still fucking my face, slapped my cheek sharply and I groaned, actually grateful for the smack. He stuffed his dick all the way down my throat and then pushed me back onto my butt, pushed my head against the edge of the bed, and tilted my neck all the way back. He stood directly above me and again roughly moved my head up and down his hard cock, forcing me to deepthroat the thick mass, making me gag over and over again. He stopped, grabbed my wrists and leaned forward onto the bed holding himself up with both huge arms as he pinned my hands underneath his. “Keep going, bitch,” he ordered. It's not easy to choke yourself on such a huge dick, especially in that position. As I struggled to get his dick farther down my throat, I forced my throat to accept the whole length and girth of his massive black dick and my nose was soon buried in that wonderful scent of his crotch again, making me want to please him even more. I kept his dick planted deep in my gullet, worked my throat muscles and rubbed my nose around in his pubes, damp and moist with his pungent sweat. I couldn’t breathe and was getting light headed, but I love that. I love being near passing out because my big black daddy has his massive, powerful cock stuffed down my throat! I was totally at his mercy and it felt so right I was about to cum. All too soon for me, Damon put one hand on my forehead and refused to let me follow his dick as he slid out of my needy mouth and throat. When the whole thing finally left my mouth I gasped for air, still making whining noises wanting his dick back. Damon stood back about a foot from me and made a 'tsh' noise, sneering, “Fucking faggot cocksucker trying to get my cum before I'm ready.” I shamelessly began to whine desperately, “I'm sorry, Sir! Please, please, please let me suck on your dick again, Sir! I wanna make you feel good, Daddy. I need it bad, please!” I missed his cock and needed it back in me any way he'd let me have it. “Yeah I know, you horny little slut. It ain't your fault you were born to be a faggot bitch for men to use.” Damon paused for a moment, shaking his head, then continued, “Get up on the bed, face down, pussy up.” I did as I was told and then Damon walked up behind me and rubbed his dick against my butt. “Good bitch,” he rasped. I wiggled my still very tender butt for him and it clearly turned him on because he gave me another few smacks and started squeezing my cheeks hard. I gasped and moaned in response, starting to rock back and forth with my face buried in the bed. Damon pulled down the panties a little bit and knelt down on the floor behind me. He stuffed his nose and mouth in my crack and started kissing near my hole and around my cheeks. I needed his dick in my pussy real bad now, so I pushed back against his mouth and moaned loudly to show how much I needed to get my pussy fucked. He licked and bit at my hole aggressively, making me go crazy all over again. Damon's goatee felt amazing scratching at my sensitive hole as he tongue-fucked me which did nothing to scratch the itch, only making it worse. Luckily, I could tell from the way he was eating me out like a mad man that he was ready to put it in me, too. He flipped me over quickly and took the pink panties the rest of the way off, then stared down at me and in his rough, deep voice, he asked confidently, “You want it, pussy?” “Yes! Please, Sir,” I whined through my panting. “Beg.” I breathed, “Please, Sir, please fuck me.” He just stood looking down at me, idly stroking his dick as he bore his teeth sexily, clearly unimpressed. On total impulse, I nearly screamed in response, “Daddy! Please, fuck me, Daddy! I need it, please!” Damon smiled slightly in amusement as he used his much larger dick to smack my prick and balls around. I watched and shivered at the sight of his huge, virile man-cock dwarfing my pathetic little prick. My giant was still unsatisfied by my groveling, so I again whined in frustration, even louder than before, “Ohh, Daddy, please, please stuff my pussy with your big dick! I need you to own me. I need to be your bitch. Your... your girl! I wanna be your girl, Daddy, please!” Damon's amused smile turned into a proud, superior one before he got some lube out of the nightstand drawer and slathered some of it over his dick. He teased his dick against my hole for a few seconds, then spoke, “You want it, pussygirl? Put it in.” “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered with anticipation as I grabbed his huge, hard cock and put it up against my hole. I didn't hesitate an instant to impale myself on the huge head. It was painful but I needed it bad and it was totally worth it. Damon let me work it in for a moment before he forced my legs up, stretched out to each side, then grabbed my hips and started steadily pulling me onto his shaft. I was holding on to the bed cover above my head for the whole time I was being worked onto his dick. The initial insertion of Damon's cock into my pussy always boosts my submissive state of mind. He was the man and he was breeding me and I could do nothing to stop it. We both knew he was completely in control; and we both knew I was here to be his hole to fuck and get off in. It was just the way I needed it to be. Pretty soon my butt was against his pubes and he fucked me just like that, stretching out my hole while I was moaning in deep pleasure. He let go of my hips and leaned over and looked into my eyes. I quickly turned my head away to my left and looked to his neck and broad shoulders, yielding to his gaze. I felt weak and intimidated by him, plus I was being overwhelmed by the pleasure in my ass and the feeling of being owned. He set his forearms down on the bed, under my shoulders which he grabbed with his up-turned palms. He held me there and continued to fuck me at a medium pace, pulling most of the way out, then sliding back in, thrusting in the last little bit hard each time, forcing a grunted whimper from me. I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him but I could see in my periphery that he was staring at my face the whole time. The hot breaths from his growls were warming my cheek as he fucked me and stared down at me. I planted my hands on each side of his upper back, tightly grasping the flexing muscles there. He let go of my shoulders and instead held both sides of my head in his huge hands to keep me in place for his fuck. I continued whimpering while I used my own hands to caress and appreciate the strength in the rest of his body, squeezing his biceps and shoulders, thrilled by the power I could feel coursing through them. I rubbed his sexily toned stomach, then finally came to his strong chest, loving the hard muscles of his thick pecs. I was looking at my hands at the center of his chest, my left hand running across his right pec, and my right hand pressed against him in the valley of his chest. Still growling like a beast, Damon turned my head back to face him directly, encouraging me to make eye contact. I did just that, staring into his eyes, still feeling very intimidated, even unworthy of him. My tough muscle god held my head securely in his hands, now penetrating me with his eyes as well as his dick. His gaze carefully explored my whole face as he continued growling and fucking. After a moment, he set his eyes back on mine, and we stared at each other. I was abruptly shocked yet again by how powerful my love truly was for this man. Damon must have felt it too, because his thrusting suddenly came to an almost complete stop for a moment. His hips quickly picked up speed again, but now he was more gentle, and sensual. I was so stupefied by the intensity and mysticism of this feeling, I started to cry just a tiny bit. As he was staring deeply right back at me, I felt the beat of his heart pounding hard at my hand, his pulse accelerating to a rapid pace. As a few more tears leaked out of my eyes, I hoped he'd keep me as his forever. I saw Damon's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, blinked once, then a slight smile curled his lips for just a split second before another deep growl rumbled in his chest. I swear I could hear his thoughts in my own head, “My little Eddy, I love you, my little Eddy. My precious, perfect, little Eddy, you're my entire world.” My wonderful, sweet lover growled long and deep like a happy lion for a few seconds before he broke the gaze to move his mouth over mine and suck my lower lip into his mouth, nipping it between his teeth. He then moved down to nibble the side of my neck as he intensified the speed of his thrusting. My hands returned to feeling his ripped back, trying to hold him close to me with my arms wrapped around him, moaning as I rubbed my cheek against his while he chewed on my neck. When I started trying to pull him by his muscular butt to fuck me harder and quicker, he took both my hands and pinned them down, stretched out above my head. As he did this, he erected himself with his arms so that he was leaning over me, and he then used his pelvis and the powerful rod of steel that connected us to curl my backbone so that my ass went up higher and bent over my stomach. I could now see the thick tufts of dark black hair in his armpits, which were bombarding me with his scent and I struggled to breathe it all in. I wanted to lick them and sniff them up close, and drink all the sweat, but I was unfortunately unable to reach them. He began to fuck a little bit faster, inciting me to moan in appreciation. Damon was breathing heavily while I was so far gone in pleasure I had to keep reminding myself to inhale air. He laughed as he mocked me, “You like that, fag?” I couldn't form any response more than a moan, so he slammed into my butt extra hard a few times, and asked again, “You like that, faggot?! You like a real man's big, black dick pounding your white, faggot pussy?” I wrapped my legs around his back and whimpered, “Yes, Sir, I like it. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt 'cause it reminds me that I’m yours—your bitch. Fuck me harder, Daddy, please! I love your dick, Daddy. I love it!” He slammed into me hard a few more times and then stopped completely with his dick buried all the way in me. The instant he stopped, I immediately started trying to fuck myself on his dick, but with Damon's powerful grip on me, I didn't have much room to move. I looked up at his face and cried out, “Daddy, please don't stop fucking me! Please!” He just stood up again, still with his dick deep inside me, and a tight grip on both my wrists, one in each of his hands. I grunted, desperately straining every muscle in my body to keep him fucking me some more. My eyes were shut tight as I again frustratedly whined, “Daddy, I need more, please. Fuck me some more, please. I'll do anythi—” I didn't even see the hard slap coming, but its sting on my face quickly shut me up, making me moan instead of whine. Damon admonished me, “Quiet, pussyboy.” He took both of my wrists in his hands again and used them to pull my ass all the way against his pubes. My legs were still wrapped tightly around Damon's hips as I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do. With an arrogant, devious grin, he moved backwards, bringing me with him. I slipped off the edge of the bed, and Damon held me up only by my wrists and his dick lodged far inside of me. I was now in mid-air, hanging off of him. There was never much I could do to resist Damon's fucking me, not that I wanted to, but now in this foreign position, I was completely at his mercy. He lowered me so that I was upside down, and my instinct quickly took over. I used my legs around his waist to pull myself up onto his dick and then let myself down a few inches, basically fucking myself up onto him. I did this for a few strokes and then he joined in and set the rhythm, pulling me up by my wrists, almost like he was doing curls in the gym, and pushing his dick farther into my ass than it had ever been before. I was soon lost in a high, not just from the stretching my hole was experiencing, but from the feeling of being completely under my man's power. To avoid falling, I had to keep my legs wrapped around Damon's hips, leaving nothing for me to do other than to get fucked like a bitch. He went on like this for a while and then flopped me back onto the bed, removing his dick from me and causing me to whimper and whine to get it back in. He turned me back over on my stomach so he could pull me back up onto my knees. He got on the bed behind me, then roughly and effortlessly shifted me over to the head of the bed like I was a rag doll. With his left hand, he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my forehead against the wall, a few inches above the wooden headboard. He quickly re-entered my hole and I tried to steady myself with my hands on the headboard, gasping sharply. It did hurt, but that didn't stop me from fucking myself down onto his dick as he resumed slamming me hard. I was whimpering and moaning in pleasure and pain again while he growled like a ferocious panther. Damon moved his left hand around to grip the front of my neck, including the dog tag, before he closed in behind me, weighing his sweaty, heavily muscled, body against my back, pinning me down hard. With his other hand he felt up the front of my body, pinching and squeezing at my skin, making me moan and my hole automatically squeeze like a vice, trying to pull him farther into me. Damon groaned loudly in pleasure as the anal squeeze slowed his pace for a short moment. After a moment of dizzying pleasure, he shook off the tempering effect I'd had on him, and began pounding me again. He pressed himself even closer against me, his left shoulder against the back of my collared neck, trapping me between his body weight and his hand which was protecting me from the hard wood of the headboard. Damon put his mouth to my ear and growled through heavy breaths, “Yeah?! You like getting fucked, pussy?!” He continued slamming me furiously, making me almost scream out moans of pleasure. I did try to answer him. I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking, “Yes, I do love it, Sir! I love it, I love it, I love you so much! Yes! Fuck me! I love it!” But, like my tongue was numb, at that moment I simply didn't have the motor control required to speak. As his thrusts decelerated to Damon's regular but still quite powerful pace, his right hand slid down to my balls and took hold of the sack, rolled it around in his hand like a neat little toy, as he growled again into my ear, “I know you love it, you little queer boy! My fuckin' pussyboy faggot!” His harsh language caused my butt to spasm around his dick as I pushed back to meet his hard thrusts. He held me tight to his body as he fucked me roughly, and still with an almost painful grip on my neck, he started squeezing my balls too. He was laying claim to what was left of my masculinity. He was asserting his ownership over that part of my body, like he was letting me know, ”These belong to me too, just like the rest of you.” He let go of my neck and instead grabbed my chin in a vice grip, holding me still as he slowly licked the whole right side of my face, leaving a stripe of his warm saliva. He moved back a little bit and started biting my neck and shoulder. It hurt a little, but not nearly as much as the pain he was still intermittently creating in my balls. He licked and bit his way up until he could fuck my ear with his thick, slimy tongue, stopping only to nibble on my ear. I had to grab the headboard to brace myself when his thrusts were more powerful but most of the time I was holding on to the huge, rocky muscles in his shoulders and arms, wallowing in feeling the strength of the man who dominates me so completely. He pulled my lower body backward slightly so that he could hold the back of my head against his big chest, below his neck, while he began marking my face with his teeth. Damon chewed on my ears and used his hand on my chin to angle my head back when he wanted access to bite my throat and Adam's apple. He even nibbled on the bridge of my nose a little, still applying pressure to my sack whenever it pleased him to do so. As he increased his pace, I was driven closer and closer to the edge. By now, Damon was grunting each breath after each hard thrust slammed me against the headboard. All of these expressions of his ownership of me had me near exploding. From my year of experience with him, I knew intuitively that Damon was close too. When my hole tightened around his dick, he firmly squeezed my balls just enough to make them feel intense pressure, without feeling like they're being crushed. Damon was grunting loudly in my ear as he thrust into me one last time and held me down on his huge cock. He squeezed my body tight and his teeth sank once more into the side of my neck for just a second as I felt his body convulsing and he began to cum deep inside of me. I was on the very edge when Damon turned my face to his and kissed me deep, scratching my face again with his facial hair. I continued to grind my ass over his hard, ejaculating dick, loving how it had made its home inside my butt and bred my pussy. Just a heartbeat after my man's climax, my own prick erupted, hands-free. As we were both shaking and cumming from our orgasms, Damon pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it with gratitude. I moaned into his mouth, savoring the moment with heavenly content, being enveloped with his huge, warm body, and both my arms now held secure to my own body in his strength. As our orgasms completed, Damon held me tighter and kissed me harder until our mutual rush began to fade. When he took his mouth off mine, we both started breathing heavily. My back still against his chest and stomach, his right cheek pressed to the top of my head, I felt wonderfully at total peace. Those were some of the best seconds of my life, before Damon slipped his still turgid dick out of me. He fell onto his back on the bed to catch his breath and rest from the intense fuck he just gave. I fell forward against the wall and headboard at first, quite worn out myself from the intense fuck I just took. I was already missing the warm touch and comfort of my man, though. I tentatively turned around to look at him lying there with his arms flat out at his sides, bent at the elbows up toward his head. His eyes were closed and I just sat for a moment, staring at him. I still can't get over what an amazing man Damon is in every way. His incredibly impressive physique is the least of what makes him so awesome, which means the rest of him is nothing short of godliness. He sensed my gaze on him and peeked at me through heavily lidded eyes. A very slight grin crept onto my face as my shyness returned and I looked away, blushing. Damon sensed that too though, and gave me a silent order by gently pulling the length of the leash that was next to his arm towards his chest. I obediently crawled toward my dark giant, who I knew to be a perfect teddy bear on the inside, and laid down softly on his torso, resting my head on one cheek in between his strong pecs. He unhooked the leash, leaving the leather collar around my neck. He wrapped his arms around my back in a hug and rubbed my head with his hand. We rested like that for just a moment before Damon dragged me up his body in our sweat so that our faces were only inches apart. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling, and kissed each other on the lips. “You OK?” he asked. I put my hands on his shoulders and responded, “You've never been that rough with me before. You spanked me really hard.” “Oh—” Damon paused to stroke my face with the back of his hand, as he asked in a deep voice filled with concern, “Baby, too hard? Was I too rough?” I beamed a smile and said cheerfully, “No, Sir. I liked it.” I giggled and he grinned sexily again. I continued, “But you were wrong about one thing.” “What's that?” “I wasn't born to be a faggot bitch for men to use.” “Eddy,” he drawled my name slightly, “you know that shit doesn't mean anything.” “No, no. I'm saying, I was born to be your faggot bitch,” I half-joked. Damon chuckled, playfully smacked my butt and said, “Yeah, I know you love being my bitch.” Giggling, I said, “Yes, Sir. I love to please my man.” We smiled at each other and kissed again. I continued, “I was just wondering why you were so rough this time.” “Oh, baby,” he said. “You looked so hot when I walked in. I dunno, babe. Maybe it was the surprise of it, but seein' you there in that collar, leashed to the bed like that, wearin' those girly pink panties...” He shook his head and took a deep breath. “Fuck, so hot, babe! You looked just like the perfect little, obedient bitch waiting for his master to come home. Drove me fuckin' nuts, Eddy. You're so damn cute already, you go an' do something like that—tsh, I lose my mind, babe.” “You liked calling me a girl too, didn't you?” “Hell yeah I did! You have no idea how much it turns me on to call you names and humiliate you like that.” “I love it too, Daddy!” “Shit, baby. I'm gonna start gettin' hard again already if we keep talkin' like this.” I smiled because I could tell he really enjoyed it, but I still wanted to hear it out loud—Damon's praise is a reward only a notch or two down from his cum. “So you had fun?” Damon gave my ass another smack and said in his deep, sexy voice, “Fuck yeah, babe.” I smiled and said, “Good. Happy anniversary.” We kissed again for a few seconds and then I teased him, “Now where's my present?” He laughed, “Fuck you, bitch.” Another smack to my butt. “I'll spank that little ass of yours again if I have to.” I giggled and joked, “Hmm, what do I have to do for that?” I saw that devious grin return to his face before he suddenly pushed me off his chest onto my stomach, angled to face the door. He held me down as he got up on his knees and started smacking my butt again. I was laughing and trying to get away, but he was too strong. I yelled through my laughter, “Damon, I was kidding! Damon, stop! Ow!” He continued with a few more loud slaps before he chuckled and said, “Okay, baby. I'll stop if you be a good boy and grab my trackies off the floor.” As I got up on my hands and knees to reach for Damon's pants, I shook my butt sluttily for him, eliciting another deep chuckle and one last smack to my ass while I was pulling up the white track pants he'd thrown down when he first came into the room. That last smack caused me to look back at Damon over my shoulder with a joyful smile on my face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards, my butt revisiting his dick briefly as he set my legs between his spread knees. He then reached behind himself to lift my calves up and he simultaneously push me forward with his pelvis, causing me to go flat on my stomach, leaving my head hanging off the edge of the bed slightly. He crashed down on top of me, his thick dick and big balls on my legs, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, across my upper body. His head was now above and to the left of mine and a little farther over the edge of the bed. I giggled at his antics and craned my neck to look at his sexy, smiling face, less than a foot from my own. We just stared at each other for a moment before I said, “Here,” holding his pants up, offering them to him. His smile grew slightly as he leaned in to kiss me on my forehead. “Feel in my pocket, babe,” he said. I smiled at him for a moment, wondering what my man was up to now. I reached into the heavier pocket and felt, then retrieved a small, soft object. The instant I laid eyes on the velvet-covered box now in my hand, my heart began to race. I didn't know what to think, and I didn't want to get my hopes up over nothing. The nylon pants left my hand as I gasped and my eyes widened. “Oh! My god!” I thought. “Is it—?” Feeling a little choked up, I again looked at Damon who was already staring at me with a loving smile. I swallowed hard, then refocused on the object in my hands. I held the little box in my left hand as I tried to open it with my right, but I was so nervous I was shaking too much to open it up. Damon squeezed me tighter in his arms in response to my body's quivering, which helped to calm my nerves. My thumb now steadied, the little box began to open, and my anxiety peaked. When the contents were finally revealed, I brought my right hand up to cover my mouth as I gasped and began to cry joyfully. I stared, almost unbelievingly, at two shining platinum rings in the box, one bigger than the other, each with an almost illegible scrawl that, without closer inspection, appears to be some sort of Arabic language. I sniffled and repeated out loud, “Oh my god!” I swiped away some of the tears on my face and then turned my head to Damon, melting with affection for him. My lips were puckered as I eagerly tried to stretch up to him for a kiss, but I couldn't really move. Luckily for me, Damon moved to meet my kiss with his own. Our tongues danced with each other as I sucked on his. The kiss wasn't enough for me though; I needed more of him. Still in the lip-lock, I snaked my left arm out of his grasp, the box firmly in hand, and tried to turn onto my side enough to get my arm around Damon's neck. I still couldn't really budge under his weight, but he lifted himself up a little and I flipped over onto my back, wrapping both my arms around Damon's neck and upper back as he pulled us a little bit closer to the center of the bed before he settled back down on top of me. We kissed passionately for a while as Damon stroked my hair and face. I was still crying a little, never before so happy in my life. I wasn't even sure if he'd realize that it was our first anniversary today, but I was elated that he did. And on top of that, he actually went out of his way to do something special for me—for us. This was better than anything I could have ever imagined. I was overwhelmed by his love. He gave me a peck on my lips, one on my nose, and another on my forehead before he lifted himself up onto his elbows. I brought the box down in between us and looked at the rings again. I could hardly believe it. I looked into my perfect man's dark eyes and said in a shaky voice, “Thank you, Damon. Thank you, so much!” His smile radiated as he softly spoke, “Here, look.” He took the box from my hands and extracted the smaller ring. “Read the inscription,” he said, handing the metal band to me. I looked at it, trying to focus my eyes on the strange cursive writing through my tears. I rotated it for a second before the font became decipherable to me. It said, “Forever Damon's Boy”. I smiled and tried to hold back more tears. “Damon... I don't even know what to say. This is perfect.” I looked back into the box, and began, “That, that one—” I had to pause for a few sniffles, then looked at Damon, and finished asking, “That one's for you?” He kept his eyes locked on mine as he nodded in the affirmative, before I asked him, “What's yours say?” He gently took my ring into his hand and replaced it with the bigger, heavier band. As I read the similarly fashioned inscription on his ring, he spoke it aloud, slowly, in his sexy, deep bass voice, “Forever Eddy's Man”. I sniffled and tried to not outright cry like a baby at that moment. I collected my thoughts as best I could before speaking. “Forever, Damon? Do you really mean that?” “Yeah, babe, of course I mean it!” “Promise?” “Baby! You know how much I need you. Now that I got you, I could never live without you, Eddy.” “Oh my god, Damon! Thank you!” Staring into my man's eyes, I really did almost start to bawl my eyes out, but I choked back the tears and said, “I love you so much!” Damon sensed what I needed at that moment, and he gave it to me. “My little Eddy,” he said, hugging me tight and pressing my face into his shoulder. Being in his arms always makes me feel totally safe and secure, and Damon has told me many times how important it is to him that I feel that way. He let go of me, then held the small ring up, and asked, “Here, you want me to put it on you?” Unable to contain my excitement, I shouted, “Yes! Please!” Damon smiled, chuckled with delight and took my right hand in his left, then slid the platinum band onto my ring finger. After I admired it on me for a second, the man who is now my husband regardless of the law, held out his right hand above my chest. I took his cue, honored to perform this binding ceremony, and slid the ring onto his corresponding digit. We both smiled with love at each other, then kissed for just a moment before Damon pulled me up with him to the head of the bed and held me close to his body as he dragged the covers up over both of us. He held me lying on my back next to him, his face right above mine and his right bicep under my head. He stared at me for a second before whispering in a very sincere tone, “I love you, Eddy.” Trying not to cry, I responded quietly, “I love you too, Damon.” Nothing more needed to be said. We could both feel each other's profound love in our hearts. We kissed for a while longer until Damon took me into his warm, cozy embrace, where I lay dozing off for a nap, happy to know I am forever Damon's.

Even though the penetration hurt like hell most of the time that first night, despite Damon's tender loving, the sex was still incredibly fulfilling. It was the way Damon’s body on top of mine completely immobilized me as I lay on my stomach. It was how he consoled me with sweet whispers into my ear, telling me, “I got you, babe,” while pumping in and out of me. It was even amazing because of the way it hurt; the pain itself was proof to me that I was his. It was the the simple fact that Damon wanted to do this with me—to me, and that he was enjoying it so much, that brought me such great pleasure. After Damon came, he held me gently in his arms. I didn’t even want to cum again; I just wanted to be in his arms and be carressed, which is exactly what he did. I felt like I was in a dream. I could hardly bring my mind to believe that this huge, macho black man was even willing to have sex with me, let alone lay there cuddling me and stroking my hair, telling me I'm beautiful. It still felt like his incredibly long and thick cock was inside my ass hours after we'd finished. I felt a mixture of pride and awe; pride that I had made Damon feel so damn good, and awe that I had accommodated such a huge cock in my little ass. We stayed up for hours that night talking, which was no problem since it was a Saturday night. As Damon held me, I was wishing those moments would just last forever, but I knew it was too good to last. Honestly, I’d already gotten far luckier than I ever thought I might, and it was inconceivable to me that Damon would maintain any long-term interest in me. Even if he was bisexual, I knew he’d want to explore with other guys. Damon is a true spectacle of male beauty. There would be no shortage of gay and bisexual guys who would die to spend a night with him. Of course Damon would want to take advantage of that, and of course he deserved it all. Knowing it wouldn’t last long, I decided to cherish every precious moment I had with him while I had the chance. Besides, the only thing I really wanted was for Damon to be as happy as he could be, and I just didn’t feel like he’d be satisfied with me for very long. I didn’t express these concerns to Damon at all, though. Even someone as inexperienced as I was knows most guys hate to deal with someone’s emotional baggage, especially in the beginning. I shoved all my worries to the side of my mind and focused on being with Damon. It wasn’t until almost 3 in the morning when we decided to go to sleep. I’m not sure about Damon, but I know I was pretty worn out from the intensity of all the emotions, not to mention all the new physical feelings and experiences I’d had that night. I woke up around 10 o’clock, before Damon. It was awesome to just lie there with my head on my man's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and his right arm around my back. I stayed quiet as I soaked up Damon’s warmth and stared at his ruggedly handsome face while planting soft kisses on his broad chest. I started to worry he’d wake up and regret what we did, and maybe even become upset with me. When I started to get up though, Damon’s arm tightened around me, denying my exit. He made a little grunt while his body tensed up and his breathing paused until I settled back down into his embrace. The message was clear: “Stay.” I enjoyed the wonderful feel of his skin on my face almost as much as I enjoyed the new-found sense of belonging. I brought my hand up to gently rub and squeeze his left bicep. I nuzzled and kissed Damon’s strong arm for a few minutes until the muscle abruptly flexed hard. My heart skipped a beat and I looked at Damon’s face. I was relieved to see him smiling, which automatically made me smile too, as it seems to always do. Damon chuckled and said, “Damn, Eddy, you really do love my muscles.” He sat up against the headboard and then he pulled me into his arms so that his face was pressing down on mine, and continued, “Don’t you?” I giggled and answered quietly, “Yeah, I do. I can’t help it. They’re so big and strong. And warm and protective. Just like you.” Damon laughed as he hugged me tighter and kissed me hard on the cheek. “So cute!” he said into my ear. His right hand went down to grab a handful of my butt and knead it gently as he asked, “How’s that sweet little ass doin’ now? Still hurt?” “A little bit,” I grinned sheepishly up at him as I flexed my inner muscles to gauge how sore they were. It actually hurt more than a little bit, but it wasn’t unbearable. “Aw, that’s too bad, baby. I’ll have to kiss it better later on. Then it’ll be ready to get used again, huh?” “Umm...” The prospect of taking Damon’s big dick inside of me again so soon scared me at first, but that fear was quickly overtaken by the memory of the sublime feelings from last night. The pain was infinitely worth the reward of lying pinned under his massive body and feeling every milimeter of his thick dick stretch me out as the extra large organ sawed in and out of my ass. Besides all those wonderful things, there was nothing I could refuse Damon. I just grinned at him and answered honestly, “Yeah, whatever you want, Daddy.” That name slipped out of my mouth but before I could correct myself, Damon interjected in a surprised tone, “Daddy?!” “I’m sorry, I didn’t—” “No, no. It’s okay. I kinda like it, actually.” I breathed a sigh of relief as Damon chuckled, “Yeah, who’s your daddy?” Damon smacked my ass sharply, causing me to gasp before answering, “You are!” enjoying the mild sting from his hand on my butt. I wasn’t entirely sure at the time why I’d always liked to refer to the man in my fantasies—who recently had almost exclusively been Damon himself—as “daddy”. Whatever the reason, it was definitely a particularly accurate fit for Damon. Damon smiled proudly as he held me and kissed around my face and neck, briefly tonguing my mouth a few times. Other than kissing him back, I mostly remained docile, content to let him do whatever he wanted with me. Damon turned me over onto my back and laid his full weight down on top of me, which sent happy chills all through me. I realized that being trapped under his muscular body with him staring down into my eyes was the most satisfying thing in the world. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be. He gave me one last kiss with extra tongue—and his warm saliva, which I happily swallowed—then glanced at the clock before asking, “You hungry?” “Yeah, I’m starving.” He got up off the bed, saying, “Yeah, me too. Let’s go back to my place and I’ll make you breakfast.” “Um, well,” I began as I got up on all fours. “Can I just have some more of this instead?” I asked more sincerely than jokingly as I moved my lips to kiss his big, soft dick and inhale his spicy, musky groin scent, which instantly made my own cock spring up to attention. As he put a hand on my head, I looked up to see Damon letting his head rest backwards, allowing his Adam's apple to protrude more than usual. He moaned and let me kiss his dick, but when I tried to suck it into my mouth he pushed my head away. “Wait, baby, not now. You’re gonna get me hard again!” I looked up at him with a slightly bewildered smile and teased, “Well that’s the point!” I immediately tried to get my mouth around his dark chocolate cock again, but he stopped me and said, “Baby, seriously, let's get dressed and go back to my place. I gotta get ready for the game real soon!” “Oh, shoot! I forgot about the game!” Damon paused briefly and returned the bewildered look. “How could you forget?! It’s the Super Bowl!” “That’s today?” Damon froze and stared at me in disbelief for a moment, with one leg in his boxer briefs, before saying, “Eddy! How could you not know when the Super Bowl is?” “I don’t know. It's hard to pay attention to sports when I'm distracted by you all the time.” Damon chuckled briefly, saying, “I know I'm hot, Eddy, but...” He paused as I giggled at his sexy ego. “But come on, dude. Your favorite team is playing in the Super Bowl! How could you not know when it is?!” He started putting on his pants. “Well, yeah maybe, but they’re only my favorite team ‘cause you said it’s your favorite team.” Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smile. He was laughing as he walked around to the other side of the bed, picked up my clothes and tossed them onto the bed. “Okay, well, it really is my favorite team and I really do wanna watch, so come on.” He pulled his shirt on, then pulled me by the hand off the bed and said, “Now, get dressed.” I really did want to do what he told me to do, but looking at his rocky, rolling muscles under his shirt, I just couldn’t resist the urge to feel them some more. I stepped in front of him and grabbed his sides under his shirt so he wouldn’t move while I dipped down to his waist and stuck my head into his shirt, then stood back up, putting my face against his chest. With my arms around his back and me in his shirt with him, I said, “Okay, I’m dressed. Let’s go.” Damon’s chest shook as he laughed at me. He grabbed my butt with both hands and lifted me up so my head came through the wide neck of his shirt, putting me at eye-level with him. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and curled my arms to hold on to his shoulders with my hands, tingling at his strength which so effortlessly held my weight. We looked into each other’s eyes and Damon kissed me on the lips, then said, “You really are cute, Eddy; so fucking adorable.” I giggled, feeling slightly embarrassed by his compliment. “But you know, you’re stretching out my shirt.” “Mmm, well...” I laid my head on his shoulder. “Why do you need to wear shirts anyway? The world would be a happier place if everyone got to look at your body.” Damon nodded as he took a slow breath in and then as he let it out, he said, “Yeah, that is true, baby. But if I didn’t cover myself up, I wouldn’t be able to walk down the street without creatin’ all sortsa havoc, you know? Girls would be starin’ at me and gettin’ their boyfriends all jealous; people gettin’ distracted and cars crashin’ into each other; pedestrians tryin’ to—“ “Okay, okay! Keep your shirt on,” I joked as I laughed again at his big ego. To be honest, I found his confident machismo to be very sexy—a major turn-on for me. And realistically, there was probably more truth to the joke he was making than he realized. Damon chuckled again as he put me down, and after I slunk out of his shirt, he told me to hurry up getting dressed. At his suggestion, I also got some extra clothes to take with me to his place so I’d have something to change into after we showered. When we went over to Damon’s I couldn’t do anything to keep myself away from him while he was making us breakfast. Then, while in the shower, he lovingly soaped me up and rinsed me off. Before he let me do the same to him, he ordered me to get down on my knees to suck him off again, and I of course happily obeyed. Surprisingly enough, it was even more fun the second time, especially because he was towering over me and the water was cascading over both of us. The picture in my mind of me on my knees servicing Damon would last forever. My own hard cock was sticking out between my legs and my hands were on Damon's muscular thighs as he made his oversized dick disappear into my mouth and throat. His cum was delicious and it was right at home in my stomach. After we dried off and got dressed, Damon went into the living room and sat down to watch the pre-game show. He was sitting near the armrest of the couch playing with his football. I thought it was cute that he was so excited about the game, like he was a big kid at heart. But of course Damon was all man. And that man looked damn sexy in his loose football jersey and running shorts. I was constantly catching myself stopping and staring at his magnificence as I put out bowls of chips, pretzels and other snacks for the big game party. I went over and sat down in the middle of the couch, to Damon’s right. I laid my head on his chest and Damon put his arm around me. I was still totally amazed at how cool Damon was about all this, and also at how safe and secure and even loved I felt in his arms. Just sitting there in that moment, I felt a strong sense of belonging somewhere: with Damon—or maybe it was even that I belonged to Damon. I was happier than I thought I could ever be, and I wanted it to never end. Still, there was something in the back of my mind bothering me. I asked Damon, “Aren’t the guys gonna be here soon?” He looked at me briefly as he answered, “Yeah. So what?” “Um, well... It’s just that they’ll... Should I just not say anything?” “What do you mean? Why?” “I mean, I won’t say anything about us.” “Do you want to tell them?” I noticed that there didn't seem to be any negative inflection to the question. “No, no! I mean, whatever you think is best.” “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna hide nothin’, but, you know, it is the Super Bowl. Let’s just talk about it another time. All right?” “Yeah.” I started to get up to sit on the other couch, but Damon held me down and said, “Where do you think you’re goin’?” “Well, we can’t sit here like this or everyone will know right away.” Damon smiled and said, “It’s okay; just stay here and I’ll try to keep my hands off you once the guys get here.” I tingled like a silly schoolgirl at that as I cuddled up next to Damon, wishing he would keep putting his hands all over me. After about 10 minutes, there was a knock at the door and the guys began to arrive. Throughout the first half, the game was rather uneventful, to me anyway, but everyone else was definitely excited over it. Just after the half-time show, a commercial for a candy bar came on. It was one of those commercials that was obviously meant to stir up controversy in order to get more attention from the media, thus earning free advertising. This particular commercial featured two guys eating the same candy bar and ending up in an “accidental” gay kiss. At first there were mixed reactions; some reacted with disgust and others laughed. But then Jamal, who had replaced me in my regular spot on the other couch, teased, “You into that commercial, Eddy?” My face turned red instantly as everyone laughed. I knew it was just part of their regular teasing of me, but it was particularly embarrassing since now Damon knew the truth about me. I glanced at Damon to see him looking at me, and he was clearly not amused. He had a very serious look on his face which morphed into an angry expression in the second we were looking at each other. He immediately stood up and in his deep, rough voice, he shouted, “Shut up, J! That’s enough!” Everyone went silent for a moment before Jamal responded, “Dude, what? We were just teasin’. What’s it to you, anyway?” Damon’s nostrils flared as he stood still for a second, then, to the shock of everyone including myself, he turned to me, grabbed me by the arm and lifted me up, nearly slamming me into his chest. He stared into my eyes but didn’t hesitate to put his arm around the back of my neck and kiss me hard and passionately for no less than three long and wonderful seconds. He broke the kiss and then, with his arm still around me, he turned back to J and the others and said, “And if any of you have a problem with that, then you better get the fuck out right now!” There was a brief pause during which no one spoke until Damon demanded, “Got it?!” After another, longer pause, J said, “Man, anything for an extra place to sit down.” There were a few subsequent mumbles of agreement and even some quiet, nearly timid chuckles at the slight humor in J’s comment, but that comment was a clear indication of an attitude that stunned me: They just didn’t care. I guess sometimes there’s more truth to the idea that some guys only purport to be anti-gay as a conformity device than I thought. Truly, the only thing I needed was the love of a man like Damon, but that feeling of acceptance was also a tremendous relief. After that very short but explosive incident, the atmosphere of the room cooled down. Damon smirked in response to what J had said, then sat us both back down on the couch keeping his arm around my shoulders, and everyone returned to watching the game. Maybe it was a good thing that they found out during the Super Bowl because everyone quickly—at least seemingly—forgot about the commotion and again became excited about the big game. I was so glad Damon’s team won. Everyone was happy they’d won, except apparently one guy who’d lost a bet to Damon. Still, we all celebrated, and they all left a little after midnight. As they were leaving, a couple of the guys expressed surprise to Damon that he was suddenly with a guy—a white boy nonetheless. But I was very happy that not one of them expressed any disgust or anything negative, just that they never saw it coming. I could certainly understand that sentiment since I had been just as surprised. In fact, other than Tay, who never came around again, all of his friends just took the change in stride, and I gotta say: I love having what amounts to a half dozen big brothers around. They all treat me with respect and they have become my friends too. A couple of them have even talked to me about their relationships, asking for my advice and they appreciate my perspective. I guess they think I can give them insight into their girlfriends' thinkings or something. Whatever it is, I enjoy trying to help them out and building friendships with them. After the last couple guys left, Damon closed and locked the door, then slowly turned to me with a hungry look in his eyes. He made me nervous, so I just stayed still like a cornered rabbit on the couch as he approached me like a black panther angling in for the kill, with that look in his eyes of total confidence that this prey was willing and needing. He sat down next to me and wrapped my head and upper body up tightly in both his massive arms, kissing the top of my head, causing me to melt in his embrace and moan in both contentedness and anticipation as he began to paw agressively all over my body. It was a gentle beginning to a night that was much rougher than the last. The sex wasn't just “rougher” though. On our second night together, Damon began to show his true sexual proclivities. He was aggressive, dominating, overpowering and insistent in his possession of me. Well before the end of the night, I knew I belonged to Damon. He told me, “You're mine,” over and over; and he made me acquiesce out loud, “I'm yours.” By way of his demanding attitude and actions, he taught me what it means to submit myself entirely to his needs and desires. I learned that everything Damon wanted to do to me felt wonderful—even the painful moments—and that making him feel wonderful in itself gave me all the joy my heart could contain. It felt perfect for me to give myself to Damon and to trust him to do whatever he wanted to me. After Damon made me suck him and fucked me twice, he again held me gently as we went to sleep. As we drifted off, I once again started thinking about the same concerns I’d had the previous night and morning: the inevitable end of this incredible relationship. I knew Damon meant it when he said he loved me, but I also knew that his feelings for me couldn’t last. They’d wear out sooner or later as he got tired of me. And surprisingly enough, I dreaded the end coming later as much as I dreaded it coming sooner. On the one hand, I needed him then; I needed his affection and affirmation of me. But on the other hand, I also knew that the longer I was with him, the more I’d become attached to him, and the more destructive it would be to me when he ultimately left me for someone new. I knew that he’d eventually want to find someone more worthy of him. Besides, he’d never really stayed with one person for very long. In just the short time I’d known him, he’d gone through more than a couple girlfriends, plus several one-night stands. Those girls had always made me feel so envious, but, amazingly enough, I’d actually gotten my turn to be with Damon. I had no idea how long our relationship might last; for all I knew, it could be a week, a few weeks, maybe a month, or perhaps even more than that. I was absolutely determined to do everything I possibly could to keep him and please him for as long as he'd let me. There could be no doubt in his mind that I wanted to be with him more than anything else in life, because I never, ever missed a chance to show him how much I love him, how much he turns me on and how much I need him.

I’d just gotten back from the bookstore with some new intellectual material I was excited to explore. As I was finding the key to unlock my door, a deep voice from behind me asked, "Just moved in?" I turned around to respond but I was caught off guard by the impressive physique of the man before me, which brought a smile to my face. I inhaled sharply through my nose in surprise and appreciation. "Yeah," I answered quietly. "Um, from Connecticut." I had recently moved to North Carolina for the first real job of my career. The only real change the move had made in my life so far was geographic, since just like back home and at college I had few friends—none here as of yet—and mostly stayed in and entertained myself. I quickly looked this stranger over, taking him all in. Physically, he was my dream man. It was obvious from his very well muscled body he worked out often; he wasn’t so big that it was freaky, but still seriously buffed and ripped. His developed chest stretched the white cotton of the T-shirt he was wearing, as did his thick hard biceps, each of which were tattooed. The one on his left bicep was another common one of a barbed wire circling his muscle. I couldn’t see all of the one on his right arm, but it looked like a typical tribal tattoo. There was also a prominent vein that traced down from his shoulder, running down the middle of his bicep to the inside of his elbow. His shoulders were broad and strong, and looked oh-so cozy. Standing at least 6’5" tall, he seemed like a giant to me. His face was just as strong and masculine as the rest of him. His eyes were deep and completely uncolored, just shining black. He had a neatly trimmed but full goatee and his jaw was very square. This combined nicely to give him a bit of a tough guy look which was mitigated by his current sly, confident smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. The man’s head was shaved which worked perfectly for him. To top it all off, his skin was dark black, just a shade or two lighter than coal. While not exclusively attracted to them, I definitely have a special thing for black men. I was very conscious of how important it was to not stare too long. After quickly absorbing the body of male perfection in front of me once more, I focused on his face again as he stepped closer and extended his right hand to me and said, "Cool. I’m Damon." I’d always been rather awkward meeting new people, which is probably why I was still a lonely virgin at 23. The fact that I was already having sexual fantasies about this man was not helping my social ineptitude. I gave a quiet smile in an attempt to show friendliness, and I did my best to give him a manly handshake, struck by how small my hand looked in his. At first I didn’t know what to say so I just stared nervously at our hands, which was awkward for us both. When I figured out what a normal person would do in this situation, I looked up at his eyes and replied, "Oh, uh, Eddy." He smiled wider, "Good to meet you, Eddy." His grin was so disarming it made me smile back at him. I let out a short, one-syllable giggle and said, "Thanks. You too." Our hands disengaged from each other and I tried hard to maintain eye contact as he spoke, "So I guess you don’t have any friends around here yet, huh?" "Um, no, not really." It was really tough to not check out his body some more, but I managed for the most part. I was actually looking at the ground more than anything else. His stature was very intimidating even though he wasn’t trying to be. "If you wanna hang out some time that’d be cool. You like football?" Not wanting to deny this dark incarnation of Adonis anything and in the hopes of actually spending time with him, I lied, "Uh, yeah!" "Cool. I usually have some people over to watch the game. You wanna come this week?" "Yeah, that’d be great!" I knew I was a bit over the top in showing my excitement, but I just couldn’t help myself. "Alright, I live right there," he pointed to the door diagonally across from mine. "See you then, Eddy," he said as he walked off. I allowed myself to check out his butt and back as I mindlessly whispered, "Bye." Once Damon disappeared into his apartment, I let myself into mine, got in bed and masturbated thinking about the sexy colossus I’d just met, and all the wonderful things I wished he would do to me. After I let myself glow from my climax, I of course had to go online to figure out when "the game" was. After a couple weeks I was already spending time at Damon’s often, along with his friends. Sometimes it was just to hang out, but it was usually to watch football. There were at least 5 to 10 other guys there every week for the game. But there were fewer (sometimes just the two of us!) if we were only hanging out. Damon’s living room was simple but comfortable. The back of the couch was up against the far wall. The 42" flat panel HDTV sat in a big entertainment center. In front of that was a coffee table, and in front of that was the two-seat sofa which was a few feet farther away from the TV than the couch. Since he was so tall Damon liked to stretch out. He might sit up during a game if he was excited, but he usually took up the whole couch even though a few extra people would have to be less comfortable during the game. Since I was usually the first person there, I always got to sit on the sofa next to Damon’s couch. I was late once but when I arrived, Damon made the guy in my spot stand so I could sit down because, "it's his spot," he said. I told them it’s okay and that I didn’t mind standing, but Damon insisted. It was so sweet I couldn't help but smile. Damon was definitely the top dog of the group, even though at 27 he wasn’t the oldest. They were all friendly with each other, but on occasion, I would notice each of them looking specifically for Damon’s approval. They’d tell their stories to Damon. Their jokes were intended to make Damon laugh above all. They wanted to impress him more than anyone else in the group. And when Damon spoke, everyone’s mouths closed and they all listened. I’m sure he noticed this, but he never made a big deal of it. I was the only white guy of the group though and I’m really small too, so I felt out of place at first. I’m only 5’6" and since I’m not very athletic, I’d always had a skinny body. I have very short brown hair that lies forward, flat on my head. I've been told by a few girls that I have amazing brown eyes, so I'm proud I have at least that one appealing feature. In contrast, most of Damon’s friends were black, and there were 2 Latinos, but none of them were quite like Damon. Some were well built, and I eventually figured that they must have known Damon from the gym where he worked as a personal trainer. Still, none of them were even near as devastatingly sexy as Damon. The one who came in second place for looks must have been Tay. Tay's only true positive attribute was his good looks. He wasn’t built big like Damon, but he was more than toned. His skin was light brown and he had black shoulder-length braids surrounding a very "pretty boy" face and he knew it. Other than being easy on the eyes, he was nothing special. He’d gotten by on his looks alone way too much in his life. He had very little character, wasn’t very bright, and was just generally uninteresting. He was also flat out arrogant, unlike Damon who had very justifiable confidence in himself. Hanging out with Damon was great, but there were downsides to the relationship, too. His friends frequently made it clear how they felt about gay people, or as they called us, "fags". Damon didn’t join in on that as much as the others, but there were several instances where even he said some hurtful things. One of them once told a cruel joke about gays and after hearing it, Damon laughed and outright said that he hated fags. It hurt me a lot, probably much more than it should have, and I had to quickly make an excuse to leave because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from tearing up. Looking back, it was probably obvious I was upset and I'd guess it made some of them suspicious of my sexuality if they weren't already. I wasn’t sure how much thought went into Damon's declaration, but it didn’t matter. Even though he’d moved into the city, he still held onto this ugly bigotry from his upbringing in a southern Baptist family and town. He wasn’t religious at all, but this was something he picked up not only at church, but at school, home, from friends, adults, everyone. He was taught from a very young age that you’re supposed to hate fags. He wasn't stupid though, and I didn't understand why he hadn't overcome this bigotry already. It was hard to reconcile his intelligence with that attitude. I assumed he’d just never been challenged, by himself or anyone else, to contemplate those views. Damon was very clever and often had me in fits of laughter from his witty commentary. He was really very intelligent and truly thought for himself. He had big ideas for both his own life and the world around him. He wasn’t afraid to be ambitious, and I respected that. It was more for these reasons than his looks that I quickly developed a crush on Damon as well as my first meaningful friendship with him despite his ignorant attitude toward gay people. But I’d gotten to know him pretty well, and it was clear to me he was a good guy deep down. He had a big heart, full of empathy toward others. I wasn’t ashamed of my sexuality, but I was still very much in the closet. I’d never told anyone, not even my family because they were just too conservative and distant. I really did want to come out though. I even ordered a book that I thought might be able to help me. Some of the details hit really close to home. The author wrote about homophobic "friends," and gave advice on whether or not to come out to them, depending on the situation. He also talked about suicidal thoughts, something I still struggled with sometimes. I related to it so much that it started to stir up too many bad emotions. It was too much for me so I had to just bookmark the page and put it down. The fact that I was the only white guy would have made me a bit of an outsider to the rest of the group if Damon hadn’t taken to standing up for me. The others picked on me sometimes, playfully, and I’d feel awkward and embarrassed, even though they all did it to each other too. Sometimes they’d imply that I was gay or something, and that made me really nervous. Damon would always step up to my defense though, putting my harasser on the spot. But one day, it went much farther than that. I’d known him for a little more than 5 months when I was hanging out at Damon’s with him and Tay. We were watching ESPN, some weekly highlights show. I was on the sofa, and Tay was to my left. Damon was in his usual spot stretching out, his legs up on the couch. The white T-shirt and gym shorts he was wearing fit loosely on his body. I was stealing quick casual glances of his body like I’d done in the past sometimes. Usually I was very careful when checking him out, and I didn’t do it too often, but when his arms bent and tucked under his head on the arm of the couch, I took a bit more liberty than usual. I didn’t turn my head, shifting only my eyes over to Damon’s body. I figured Tay was too wrapped up in the show to notice me anyway. I admit it, I have a bit of a thing for armpits, and seeing Damon’s hairy underarm just below his huge bicep had me entranced. I was really enjoying the view, and I figured I could just soak it up for a few more peaceful seconds before it became obvious. Suddenly, I was torn all too soon and all too roughly from the paradise my eyes were vacationing in. Tay, voice full of disgust, boomed out loudly and directly into my ear, "You a faggot or something?!" His accusation shocked me, my whole face and ears now colored dark red I’m sure. I turned a little bit to look at him, and he pulled away from me a bit to the other side of the sofa, glaring at me with anger and revulsion. I was really scared, terrified. I visibly shook, trying not to cry. My heart raced, I began sweating, and my breathing hitched. I was prepared to swear in his Lord’s name to my heterosexuality. I tried to think of something that would easily explain my gazing, wanting to refute the charge before Damon figured out what I was. Before I could get a word out, I heard a shout from my right, "What the fuck, dude?" I shifted my eyes to the coffee table in front of me. Just like that, I’d already lost the will to proclaim my innocence. I just wanted to get out of there, for my safety. As I tried to get an explanation out of my slightly open mouth, I heard Damon sit up on the couch. I froze completely, paralyzed by fear. "What? He’s a faggot! I saw him checking you out while you weren’t looking. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, man." Damon sounded incredulous and annoyed, "Shut the fuck up, Tay." Tay stood up and pointed at my face, accusing me again, "No, man! It’s true! The fag was fuckin’ pervin’ on you!" Damon stood up too and took a step forward to within a foot of Tay, now standing directly in front of me. I again avoided looking at either of them by forcing my gaze down to my lap where my hands held each other. "Don’t call him that!" Damon yelled. His shouts were already very aggressive, and he was using that, as well as his impressive height, to intimidate Tay. And it was working. Tay was stepping back away from Damon repeatedly and Damon closed the short distance each time. "Listen, dude! You got a fag in your—" Damon interjected very loudly, "I told you to quit callin’ him that!" and stuck the forefinger of his right hand squarely in front of Tay’s eyes, as he breathed heavily and loomed over the slightly younger guy. "But, dude!" Tay implored. "I’m your friend and he’s a fucking queer!" "What’d I say!" Damon's right hand sharply reminded Tay with a quick slap to the whole left side of his face. Damon’s hand then swiftly resumed its stance stiffly in front of Tay’s eyes, index finger extended. Tay grunted, totally surprised, "Eurgh! Shit!" as his left hand went up to his face to soothe the stinging pain, and his right arm went up to his chest defensively, as he cowered a little. He pulled back again but not very far. His instinct was telling him he was way out of his league in this fight, but his ego wouldn’t let him submit completely. "Damon… Dude…" Tay tried yet again. He put his arms out in front of him and opened his palms, trying to convince the much stronger man. "I’m telling you, man. He was looking right at your pits! You should be beatin’ the shit outta him, not me! He’s the faggot!" "Ahh!" Tay’s scream was so loud it scared me a little bit. He was sent sprawling to the ground with such force that he slid a few inches on the hard wood floor slamming his head into the wall. He wrapped both his arms around his head, trying to protect himself. Between his arms he looked up at Damon fearfully, breathing hard through his clenched teeth. His face screwed up in what was obviously extreme pain, and I think I saw tears too. Damon advanced toward Tay quickly, and based on his body language and what I could see of his face, he looked intensely angry, like he was controlled by rage. I was worried about what he might do so I stood and pleaded "Damon, don’t hurt him! Please!" I’d never seen him so mad or the slightest bit violent. I didn’t know how far he might go. Damon paused shortly, took a quick deep breath, and then as he leaned down to grab Tay by the arm, he muttered, "Fuckin’ piece of shit." As he was dragged to his feet and toward the door, Tay struggled a little bit, trying to pull his arm out of the strong grip, but he was not released until he was shoved onto the outdoor stairway landing, stumbling to the ground again. "Bitch…" Damon sneered before closing and locking the door. I didn’t know if my plea had an effect on Damon, but I was glad he didn’t do anything that would get him in trouble. I sat down and kept watching him. He turned around, shaking his head. His chest was still heaving, pushing out his very hard and prominent pectoral muscles and then letting them retract. He was coming off the adrenaline racing through his huge body. Some of his veins bulged more obviously than normal, most noticeably in his biceps which were now stretching out the sleeves of his shirt. I realized he was looking right at me so I immediately turned away from him. "Fuck!" I chided myself. I shifted on the sofa, facing forward again. Clueless as to what I should do, my eyes wandered around the room, fixating on random objects, anything that wasn't in Damon's direction. "Tay was right. I am a faggot! This man stands up for me and all I can do is start checking him out again. Fuck I’m stupid!"Out of nervousness, the middle and index finger of my left hand were clenched by my right hand, thumbs lightly stroking each other and my other fingers. When Damon sat down next to me I had to look down at my hands again, trying to soothe myself. I was still very afraid. His proximity to me just made it worse. I know I was trembling a lot, almost violently. He tenderly placed his right hand on my left shoulder. He spoke in a deep gentle voice, "Sorry ‘bout all that." I stayed quiet. "You okay?" he asked. "You’re shakin’ like crazy." His hand started gently massaging my shoulder. "I don’t know why he was saying those things," I stammered. "It’s okay dude. Don’t worry about it." I turned to look at him for a moment and sounding desperate, I lied as convincingly as I could, "But I’m not gay, I swear." He laughed, "I know, Eddy." He smiled for a second and then his face became somewhat serious as if he was suddenly considering the possibility, but he didn’t say anything about it. "I should probably go." I started to get up but his strong hand held me down. "Aw, come on man. Don’t be like that. Just chill out. Quit shaking like that." "Um, okay I guess." I didn’t have much of a choice so I just settled back down on the sofa. The rest of the day went by smoothly. Damon sat next to me and we kept watching TV. He talked to me a little bit about what happened and told me not to worry about it, that it was no big deal. I eventually calmed down, my body stopped shaking, and I tried to enjoy myself. A few days later, Damon asked me to go see a newly released documentary with him, and I agreed. We decided we’d leave at 7:00 PM, and I heard a knock on my door around 6:40. It was Damon arriving early of course. I noticed he was looking especially sexy that night. He had a gold link chain hanging from his neck under his very tight white T-shirt. He was also wearing a leather belt around his waist in the loops of the black jeans that clung so nicely to his strong legs. He was really early and I wasn’t quite ready so I let him inside. As he came in, I realized it must have been months since he last set foot in my apartment. Damon’s place was much better suited to entertain company so we always spent our time there. I told him I just needed to do a few more things and then I’d be ready to go. With a smile he told me "Okay, I’ll wait for you here." I rushed off to my room to finish getting ready. I shaved the thin amount of facial hair I had which was near invisible, but I liked the smooth feeling. Then I brushed my teeth, and changed into some clothes suitable for going out, just a pair of khakis and a light blue T-shirt. After no more than 10 minutes I headed back to the front door to get my shoes. As I came around the corner, I saw Damon sitting on the arm of my loveseat. He had his head down, right hand covering his eyes, and I could tell there was something in his left hand behind his leg, but I couldn’t make it out. As I was passing by him I stopped and asked, "Damon? What’s wrong?" I heard the concern in my own voice and I touched his shoulder lightly, trying to console him. I noticed that it was one of my bookmarks he was holding, and then I looked to my little end table where the coming out book I’d bought was sitting. I knew I put it back in my bookcase so it was obvious what had happened. I realized he now knew my secret, and all those feelings I had when Tay found me out rushed back. When I gasped sharply, his head snapped up to look at me. His jaw was tightly clenched, eyebrows furrowed together and lips closed tightly. I’m sure my eyes were wide with fear as I stepped away from him. When he stood up and his right hand flew out to grab my arm, I jerked out of the way, and he only caught air. I lost my balance though when I took another step back, stumbling on my own feet. This time Damon did not miss, hooking onto both my arms, he drew my trembling body to his. I was terrified of him now. I tried to get away at first, but he wouldn’t let me, and I knew I couldn’t overpower him, so I gave up and hoped for the best. I was shaking much harder than last time, and my face was soon covered in tears as I sobbed quietly. I’d reflexively drawn both my forearms up to cover my chest, which were now pinned between us as he’d wrapped his left arm around my back to hold me to his torso. His right hand held my head tight to his chest, and his cheek was on top of my head. He kept me like that for a few minutes and even though he didn't hurt me, I was still a little scared. He said nothing, but I found his strong embrace and the steady rise and fall of his chest to be quite soothing. He stroked the back of my head, and I eventually calmed down and closed my eyes. When I did, he bent down to hold his head to my shoulder and wrapped both his long arms around my back, each hand grabbing the other side of my torso. He pulled me into him tightly, bringing my head over his shoulder and then picked me up so I was almost a foot off the ground. After he’d been holding me in the air for a minute or so, with my hands resting on his shoulders and my eyes looking over his shoulder, he finally spoke, "Eddy? You… You think about suicide?" His voice seemed tentative, very unlike Damon. I was surprised, so I didn’t answer. He pulled back to look at my face and squeezed my body, asking again, "Do you?!" "Sometimes," I answered softly. He let out a grunt, and stuffed his face in the side of my head, behind my ear. His breathing became heavier and he started squeezing my body hard every 10 or so seconds, not hurting me, but making it difficult to breathe, and then he’d loosen slightly, still keeping a strong grip on me. He suddenly let out this very frustrated and even angry growl. He wasn’t acting like he was angry at me, but that’s how he sounded. I was scared to say anything, but I managed to ask, "Are you mad at me?" There was still anger in his voice when he grunted, "No!" He squeezed me too hard and this time it did hurt a little. He didn’t know his own strength. After a short pause I said, "Oh." A longer pause and then, "You sound like you’re mad at me." He shook his head for a moment and then said, "No Eddy, not you... I’m mad at myself. I’ve never felt so stupid." I started to understand what was going on in his head and I felt bad for him. He was still breathing hard and my body was being gently rocked up and down in rhythm with his inhales and exhales. I would have enjoyed it if he weren’t so upset. I wanted to try to make him feel better but I wasn’t sure what to say. "Damon, you—" He put me down and grabbed my face in both his giant hands and I held onto his wrists. I felt like a little kid. He made me look up at his face and said, "Eddy, listen to me. Promise me you’ll never do anything to hurt yourself. okay?" That was easy enough. I'd say anything he wanted. "I won’t." "Promise me, Eddy." "I promise I won’t hurt myself." He shook his head and rhetorically asked, "What would I do, Eddy? What would I do?" Then he picked me up again for a moment to give me a hug and said, "You were afraid of me earlier, weren’t you?... You thought I’d hurt you?" I shrugged, and nodded. "I’ll never hurt you, Eddy. That’s my promise. If anyone ever does anything to you, you tell me and I’ll take care of it. I promise." I nodded. Again, I would have been able to enjoy his protectiveness, but he still looked so upset. I couldn't stand it. He put me down and continued, "Fuck… I’m sorry, Eddy." "What for?" Shaking his head slowly and looking down to his right, he answered, "Everything, Eddy… Everything. I’m so sorry… You deserve so much better from your friends." He looked into my eyes again for a couple seconds but then closed them and looked away again. Standing about a foot away from him, I hesitantly reached up to rub his shoulder a little, trying to assure him, "It’s okay." I wanted to comfort him, but apparently I wasn’t doing a very good job because a really sad look spread across his face. I took his right hand in mine and gently pulled him over to the loveseat. I let go of him and sat down on the right side, close to the arm. He sat down in the middle, almost as close as he could get to me. I turned my body to face him and put my hand on his shoulder again, massaging him lightly, hoping it’d make him feel better like he’d done for me days ago. As much as I wanted to cheer him up, I was also inwardly rejoicing that he was okay with me touching him in any way at all after this revelation. He leaned over, put his arm around my shoulders, and I felt his scratchy goatee as he gently kissed my forehead. He sat back up and pulled me with him into his side. He just held me there. It felt wonderful. We sat there for at least 20 minutes just like that, Damon squeezing me periodically and then loosening his hold, like he’d done earlier. I loved when he did that. It gave me such a warm feeling. I was thinking a million different things, and I had no idea what was going on in his mind. I was curious though. "I thought you said you hated fags." He squeezed, looked at me and said, "Eddy! I didn't know! I—" "No, no. It’s okay. I understand. I just… I’m curious. I thought you hated people like me." His voice was as deep as usual, but it wasn't as confident and he looked so sad. "Well… I guess I thought so too. But I don’t hate you… So I guess I was wrong. Eddy, you are without a doubt the finest and most decent human being I’ve ever known. You have the biggest heart, full of nothing but love... I can't imagine there's even an ounce of ill will in you. You really care about other people. Even assholes like me." I gasped and reached across his chest to grab his other shoulder. I looked up at him and said, "No! You’re not an asshole Damon. You’re such a nice guy!... You're the first person to know I'm gay, and look at how sweet you're being to me. You've always been so great to me. I used to be so lonely, but since I met you... You have no idea how much you mean to me. I know how that sounds but it's true." A smile grew wide on his face and then after a moment faded to a frown. "Damn it," he said. "I am so sorry about the other day." He shook his head. "No, it’s okay. It’s really no big deal." "Yes it is Eddy!" His expression changed from slight anger to deep concern. "You musta been so scared." "But you were there to protect me!" I smiled, still trying to make him feel better. I wanted to see him smile. And this time it worked. His smile made me so happy I sat back again and just let him hold me some more. He was quiet for a couple more minutes and then he spoke again, "I want to do something to make it all up to you." "Don’t worry about it," I said. "That’s in the past. It doesn’t matter." "Still… I’d like to do something for you." "You don’t have to do—" "I know Eddy, but I want to." I laughed quietly and said, "Okay, um... Something like what?" "Well…" He thought for a moment and then looked back down at me with a strange devilish grin slowly taking over his lips. "You ever think about me?" "What do you mean?" "Like... You know…" He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. I laughed a little and insisted, "No, I don’t know. What are you talking about?" I asked, sincerely clueless as to what he was getting at. I was still naïve when it came to these things. "Like, when I see a good lookin’ chick. You know, I think about what I’d like to do to her, and what it’d be like and shit. You ever think about me like that?" "Oh… Well… Um…" I blushed, unable to believe what I was hearing, and I had no idea how to respond. He rubbed my shoulder a little, trying to encourage me. "You can tell me Eddy. It’s okay." I couldn't have been more embarrassed or nervous. The man of my dreams wanted me to tell him if I fantasized about him. "Um… Well, yeah, I do," I mumbled cautiously. "Yeah? What do you think about?" I looked over at him to see if he was serious. He still had that grin plastered all over his face, but his question was definitely sincere. He really wanted to hear it. "Um… Like… All sorts of stuff." "Like what?" he insisted. He definitely knew he was making me nervous, and it seemed like he was enjoying that. "Well what do you think I think about? You’re a really attractive guy and I’m gay, so... I think about…" Can you blame me for not wanting to admit that I fantasized about licking his body all over, especially his hairy masculine armpits, and worshipping all his wonderful muscles? "You know… Stuff." He laughed loudly at my vague explanation. After a moment of somewhat awkward silence, for me anyway, he chuckled some more and said, "So, suckin’ my dick, right? Or would you rather suck on my muscles instead?" My jaw dropped, but a grin still curled my lips, and I stared at him with wide eyes. "I knew it! Yeah! You like my muscles don’t you?!" He accused me excitedly. I shook my head and smiled, rolling my eyes. "Screw you!" I giggled, shoving him playfully. "Oh, is thatwhat you think about?" he teased. "No!... Cuddling! That’s it! I don’t think about anything but cuddling! I’m a good boy!" Our laughter died down a little bit but we were both still smiling, and he still had his arm around me, which I couldn’t get enough of. Damon spoke again, "So what do ya think? Wanna make fantasy into reality?" That was the offer of my lifetime, without question. I didn't know what to do. Of course I wanted to jump on him and explore his whole body, but on the other hand, I didn't want him to do something like that just to be nice to me. I looked at him questioningly and asked, "Well... Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to do something you'd regret and feel awkward about afterwards. I need you as a friend more than anything else." He smiled. "I understand Eddy, but don't worry about that. I want to show you how much I care." "Well, what exactly do you want to do?" He shrugged, "It’s all about you Eddy. I’ll do anything. Just tell me. What do youwant to do?" Oh, the possibilities. There were a thousand things I’d like to do with this man. I decided to go for it, but I knew I couldn’t push too far. I stood up and spoke softly, "Come here." I reached down for him to put his hand in mine. We both smiled as he stood to follow me to my bedroom. I led him over to stand in front of the side edge of my bed. I turned him around and smiled up at him again. He was smiling too but he looked a little nervous. I could tell he was much more used to calling all the shots. I gently pushed on his chest indicating I wanted him to sit down, and he did. I took that opportunity to remove his white Nike sneakers from his feet. I got on the bed with him and led him to the center, and then had him turn so that he was looking at me along the length of the bed. Finally, I pushed on his shoulders to get him to move backward. Once he was in position, back slanted against the headboard, he sat up bending his knees with his arms resting over them and pulled his feet up so they were flat on the bed. I sat on my knees and just admired the man before me. I smiled nervously, and he could tell how I felt. "Eddy, just relax. There’s nothing to worry about." "No, it’s just… I’ve never done this before." "Come on. It can’t be much different from any of the gay guys you’ve been with." "No… I mean, that’s what I mean. I’ve never…" I took a deep breath to relax. "I’ve never had sex before." "Oh, Eddy, I... Listen, Eddy, if you don’t wanna do this, I understand if you want your first time to mean something special." "No, no. I really do want this. You have no ideahow bad I want this." When I said this he started to beam brightly with unabashed male pride. "And it would mean something special. It would mean a lot to me. I just… I’m worried that I won’t do good or I’ll do something wrong." He snickered and effortlessly pulled me close to him in between his spread knees. He grabbed my sides with his huge hands and allayed my worries, "Eddy, don’t worry ‘bout that. I’m your friend. You can trust me." I nodded, and I really did trust him. He smiled, let go of my sides and told me, "Just have fun, Eddy. Enjoy yourself." He put his hands back on his knees, encouraging me to get started. Feeling my nervousness replaced with trust for Damon, I reached down to the end of the tight white shirt he was wearing that stopped just slightly below his waist. I pulled up on it, and he lifted his arms letting me reveal his awesome torso. Without thinking or even realizing it, I pulled back out of excitement, staring at his naked torso. I knew it would be amazing, but I was shocked at how awesome it looked in the flesh. While Damon took off his neck chain, I held his T-shirt to my face to hide my elated smile and inhale his masculine scent that had seeped into the cloth. I just sat back and shifted my stare between his seductive smiling face and all those glorious rocky muscles with my own expression showing playful excitement and an almost hungry look that asked, "All this? Just for me?" He smiled and took the shirt away from me throwing it off to the side. "Forget the shirt Eddy. Come get the real thing," Damon told me as he put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me square into his chest. I rested my little hands on his enormous pecs and I let my nose settle into the gorgeous valley between the hard muscles. My nostrils allowed themselves to be soaked in Damon’s potently virile musk. I took a deep breath in through my nose and buzzed on the powerful tonic. Feeling very aroused now, my hands began to massage the muscles of his chest while Damon rubbed my back encouragingly. I wrapped my arms around him and kneaded the toned muscles in his back. My lips kissed the tough skin that stretched over his collar bone, starting on the left, and making my way to the right and continued that path to his bicep. I kissed all around it affectionately, and after looking to Damon’s face to confirm his approval, I let my tongue slip out and lightly coat the strong arm in my saliva as I traced the dark wire tattoo with my tongue. He seemed to like this because he pulled his forearm up around my neck pinning the side of my head to his shoulder. The exertion of his power over me made me moan and my heart race. I continued to display my adoration to Damon with long wet kisses while his hand stroking my back moved down to my butt squeezing each cheek hard. His breathing was heavy now and he was clearly enjoying my worship. I gained enough confidence to drop my left hand from his back and bring it to knead his hard abs. From there I snaked my way down to a hard bulge in the black denim covering the rest of his body. Surprised by its size, I had to stop my kisses and move over to his chest muscles again so I could get a view of what I was gripping. His member was undoubtedly much more than simply proportional to the rest of his body. I was awed, "Oh my god, it’s huge!" He must have been longer than 9 inches, probably 10, and the thickness was at least twice my own, if not much more. Damon chuckled at my reverence. "You like that?" It was hard to speak at all, but I wanted to answer him in a way that would show how appreciative I was of his manhood. "Yeah... It's amazing." I squeezed and stared at it for a few seconds, then tore my gaze away to look at his face. "I can't believe you're letting me do this. I never thought I'd ever get to be with my dream man." He smiled sweetly and I returned my attention to the rest of his body. I continued to massage the monster straining in his jeans more than halfway down to his right knee. I frequently glanced down at the beast as my mouth worked over to his other arm, visiting his very hard nipples on the way. I kissed his broad shoulder and bicep, then I began to lick the tattoo that toughened his look even more. I was incredibly hard, thinking about how awesome it was to be with such a tough, masculine man. I soon became very anxious to meet what my left hand held. I moved down his chest to his stomach, where I tongued his navel and kissed each abdominal muscle. I started working on the button of his jeans, and then pulled the zipper down. His elastic boxer briefs were stretched tight by his throbbing hardness. I had to see the rest of his body. I pulled his jeans down and off, and took off his socks too while I was at it. I looked up and was taken aback by the fantastically awesome sight of this gorgeously muscular and almost coal black man. I could hardly believe it. There Damon was, reclining in front of meon mybed and looking every bit the in-control-stud he is. Before going for his underwear, I had a moment of indecision. Ultimately I decided to save the best for last. "I wanna try something," I said with a hopeful smile. "Whatever you want." "Promise not to laugh at me?" He chuckled, "Yeah, I promise." I moved up between his knees again and caressed his chest for a moment before lifting his right arm up over his head. I indicated for him to keep it up and leaned in to his hairy underarm. I kissed it first and then once again took in a deep breath of his scent. The masculinity of it turned me on, and made me want to please him that much more. When I started licking at it to show my respect he flinched a little which surprised me. I don’t know if it was the physical feeling or the thrill of being worshipped, but I could tell he was enjoying this which turned me on even more. I moved to his other arm and applied the same treatment, loving the warmth I found there and totally excited to be pleasing this man. I was lucky that I was being allowed to do this with Damon. I’d never dreamed that I might actually have the chance. It's weird, but it felt so rightto be doing that for him, licking and sucking on the hair under his arms. As much as I was enjoying that, I again felt anxious to feel his dick. I pulled away from his arm and slowly laid down on my belly in front of him, my face above his crotch. I lightly caressed his heavy balls and mouthed his shaft through the bright white cotton, building up my own anticipation. I felt his left hand come down to gently rub the back of my neck. Soon I just had to see his cock. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them all the way off of him. As I started to get back into position for a closer look, Damon stopped me, "Eddy, get undressed, dude." "Oh, um, it’s okay. I don’t mind keeping my clothes on." "Naw Eddy, come on, that ain’t right. I’m sittin’ here naked and you still got your shirt on. Get undressed." "Um, okay." I got off the bed and took my shirt off. I looked back at him, and he shook his dick in anticipation. He had an expectant look that told me I was to keep undressing. I took off my pants and socks and started to get back on the bed when he interjected, "Underwear too." "Do I have to?" I asked. "Yeah man, why not? You’ll enjoy it more." Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think of myself as small or anything. I’m average, but compared to him, I’m tiny. Even worse, I was hard as a rock and dripping in my briefs, and I didn’t want him to see that. "You won't laugh will you?" He saw my apprehension and assured me again, "Eddy, I told you, you can trust me." "Okay," I said, and took off my briefs, then quickly jumped between his legs on my stomach again so that he wouldn’t get a good look. Sure I trusted him but I was still shy. He let me get away with that, and I got up close to his dick again, this time letting my chin rest on the bed. I stared up at the beautiful monster that stood tall and strong above me. It was amazing. Slightly darker than the rest of his body, it had nearly bulging veins running up and down the shaft in twisting patterns. Yeah it was long, but I was most impressed by its thickness. It was at least as wide around as my wrist. It looked like a mighty beast standing victoriously over me, its conquered prey. I held it in my hand stroking him lightly. I was in awe of its power. It commanded to be served, and I was privileged to obey. I looked up past the monolith to Damon’s face, subtly asking for permission. He was still smiling and nodded. I reached my lips up to the base of the shaft and kissed lightly. I stopped, and pulled back a bit to see its reaction. It jumped slightly, and I interpreted that as approval. I kissed the same spot again, and then started moving up and down, kissing and licking it on all sides. I was getting so turned on I started holding the length to my cheeks and rubbing it all over my face, feeling its heat and my own saliva everywhere. Damon moaned softly. Feeling encouraged, I pulled back again and angled Damon’s dick down so it looked straight at me. I kissed the head and then slipped my lips over it, sucking and tonguing gently. I took it to the back of my mouth and then pulled back slowly. While repeating this motion, I tried to remember to lick under the head as I sucked on the monster stretching my lips obscenely. In my mind I was marveling at the fact that I was actuallysucking my first dick. If that wasn't satisfying enough, it was Damon’sdick, and I had it in mymouth. My tongue felt comfortably at home running around the gigantic head that tasted so good. I'd spent countless hours sucking dick in my mind, trying to imagine what it would be like, but I'd never done it. Now that I was finally sucking my first cock, it was so damn big I didn't know how to handle it. I only hoped that my enthusiasm and intense desire to please were enough to make up for my lack of experience. I wanted to give this wonderful man as much pleasure as I possibly could, so I slipped the big head into my throat with only a slight gag. Damon gasped sharply in pleasure and probably surprise. I smiled on the inside, proud of myself. I pulled back so it was barely within my lips and then went down again still letting only the head in my throat. I kept doing this for Damon until I felt I could take more. On the next stroke in I plunged as much of his shaft into my throat as I could and held it for just a second. Damon immediately gasped again, his now tensed arms shooting down his sides and grabbed the sheets, he pushed his body up off the bed as he thrust forward sharply and froze there. I paused my movements, letting him adjust. After a second he started breathing again, both panting and moaning, but he didn’t move. His face was looking up at the ceiling and his eyes were shut tight. Looking forward, I saw there was still much of his length left outside of my mouth. I wondered if I’d ever get the chance to get all of it down. Another moment and he relaxed his arms and legs, letting his body come back down. I started sucking, slowly again, now playing with his big meaty balls with my left and, and running the fingers on my right hand through his nicely trimmed pubes. After I thought he’d relaxed enough, I started taking him into my throat again every few strokes. I tried to take him in deeper and deeper whenever I could. His moaning was really making me want to get him off now. I set up a rapid pace, taking it as far as I could each and every time, fucking my own throat on his dick. I know I was a bit sloppy but it seemed I was doing a good job because after just a few strokes, he moaned and squirmed. I was so happy I was making him feel good, but suddenly he stopped me. He put his right hand on my forehead and pushed me off. I looked up at him, not understanding why he didn’t want me to keep going. He kept his hand there and laid his head back, his chest heaving as he panted. I wanted to keep sucking him but he wouldn’t let me, so I just kept looking up at him waiting for his reason or permission. Eventually, Damon caught his breath and relaxed a moment, then looked down at my curious, worried face. I was afraid he wasn’t going to let me get him off. He said, "Eddy… there’s no way. There’s just no way you’ve never done this before. No one can take that much their first time without gagging." A smile broke out on my face and I giggled, relieved that’s why he’d stopped me. I looked up at him and rubbed my left cheek against his thigh affectionately. "I read online somewhere that you can almost neutralize your gag reflex by gently activating it everyday. I’ve been doing that for more than a year, every time I brush my teeth. I wanted to be prepared." He laughed and smiled down at me in wonder, shaking his head. "Fuck, Eddy, that’s some serious dedication!" He chuckled. "Damn, it feels so good." I could hear the pleasure in his voice. I beamed at him, and absolutely reveled in his compliment. I was so proud that I could please him. "Well then let me finish," I said. He stroked my cheek as I licked all around his cock again, and back to the head. I put my mouth around it gently just like before, and worked both of us up to where we left off. I sucked as hard as I could, ignoring my sore jaw, and loving the feeling of my lips forced to accommodate this demanding behemoth. I returned to our previous pace and I began to lose myself in the pleasure of taking him into my throat. I have no idea how long Damon let me go on like this, but at the time, I was so entranced in this pleasure it seemed like it had only been a few seconds. I suddenly felt Damon’s hand on my neck as it applied some pressure, taking control. I obeyed the instructions his hand was kindly giving me. At first he just increased my speed, driving my head up and down much faster on his meat. It was hard for me to keep up with him, but I didn’t want to let him down. I just did my best to keep breathing through my nose and suck on the fat cock stuffing my mouth. His breathing intensified as his aggression grew. He took my head in both his huge hands and pulled me up on my elbows. Then he pulled my throat down just slightly past my limit and held me there for a couple seconds. Slowly, he pulled the head of his dick back to just my lips, and suddenly thrust in deep. Damon did this repeatedly, holding my head tightly in place. He was panting and grunting as he fucked my throat mercilessly and I obediently took whatever he gave me. No longer having to focus as much on pleasing Damon, I became very aware of the intense pleasure I was receiving from Damon’s fuck. My own boner was trapped under me and I buzzed on the feeling of being under Damon’s control. I whimpered happily as Damon used my throat to get off. I looked back up at his body and face and saw that he was looking at my lips making his dick disappear over and over again. I was again struck by his stunning beauty. I reached my hands up to feel his hard pecs, awesome shoulders and I rubbed and squeezed those two big strong biceps, thanking them for keeping me in my place. Damon suddenly tensed up and his pace quickened, going even farther into my throat than before, causing me to choke a little bit. The muscles in his arms were bulging as he held me tighter. In a deep feral voice, he grunted, "Yeah Eddy! Fuck!... Suck it Eddy, suck it!... Oh, fuck yeah! You gonna swallow my cum boy?" Still squeezing his muscled arms in my small hands, I half-moaned, half-whimpered, showing my eagerness to take my dream man’s cum. Damon lifted up just slightly off the bed again and held still in my throat for a moment and began to cum. He pulled out slightly to let me breathe and, more importantly, taste his cum. I have no idea how much he shot out, but it certainly seemed like it was a lot more than would be normal, and way more than I’ve ever done. I kept trying to hold some in my mouth so I could let my tongue soak in the taste, but he just shot more and more, and I had to keep swallowing. Finally he stopped and dropped back down. He slipped out of my mouth and I relished his sweet taste. I moved the cum around in my mouth for a bit and then let it slide down my throat. I felt sated, my stomach full of his cum. I opened my eyes and looked up at Damon’s face. He was smiling brightly at me. I averted my eyes and blushed, feeling embarrassed after he’d watched me drink his cum like it was a fine wine. He laughed and ruffled my hair like you would a little kid, then just sort of stroked it gently. I looked up at him again and returned a bashful smile. "You like that?" he asked. I giggled, "What part?" "Anything. What was your favorite?" I thought about it and said, "I dunno. I can’t choose. It was all so amazing. I loved every bit of it." "Yeah, I knew you would," he said. He was obviously very proud of himself. "Well, um…" My shyness returned now that Damon had gotten off and we were done. "I guess we should get dressed now." I moved to get up but he grabbed my arm and said, "Whoa, whoa. Don’t you wanna cum too?" "Aw, that’s sweet of you, but it’s okay, Damon. I can wait ‘till later." "What? Why? Aren’t you hard under there?" he indicated my mid-section. I turned even more red and answered, "Well, yeah of course, but it’s okay. I—" "Come here," he demanded playfully. He suddenly turned me over on my back, making my very rigid boner wave around. In a flash, he pulled me up by my shoulders right in between his knees and my back up against his hard muscled chest and stomach. I gasped quietly in surprise when I felt his still semi-hard cock on my butt. I tried to pull away, telling him I can wait until later on, but he just cut me off again, shushing me and telling me to be quiet. He wrapped his right arm around my chest so I couldn’t get away, then nudged my chin telling me to rest my head back against his shoulder. "All right now…" his deep bass voice in my ear gently soothed me. "I’ll do all the work. You just sit there and be a good boy." It was sweetly satisfying to hear him tell me to be a "good boy." I didn't expect to hear that, but I definitely enjoyed it. A rush of pleasure went through me just from that simple instruction. It made me feel protected and that feeling brought me a sense of tranquility. I bent my own legs at the knees and put my feet flat on the bed so that I was in the same position as he was. Both my hands held on to the arm holding me to him. I tensed again as his left hand reached forward to my own throbbing little hard on. I closed my eyes and relaxed again. When he started stroking me, I immediately began to moan completely involuntarily, surprised at how great it felt to have Damon's hand there, even better than I'd imagined. He chuckled quietly. "Feel good?" he asked me. "Yeah," I breathed. He squeezed my body. I turned my head to look at his face. He was already looking at me, smiling. I moaned quietly again as we looked into each others’ eyes. I wanted so badly to kiss him. I wanted to show him the appreciation, affection, and even love I had for him. Looking into his eyes, I decided not to, thinking that a kiss on the lips might be too much for him. I was too worried he’d pull away and get grossed out. I just sat there in his lap and stared at him for a moment. I surprised even myself when my impulses suddenly seized complete control over me. I closed my eyes and swiftly stretched my head up to kiss him right on the lips, and felt that scratchy facial hair again. It was more than just a peck of a kiss, but it only lasted a couple seconds. Still, I savored it and was grateful he let me do it. I knew I'd remember that short kiss forever. After the kiss was over, I slid back down his chest to sit on the bed. He slowly blinked once, but didn’t stop smiling or stroking me. I kept looking at him, my head still resting against his shoulder, our eyes still locked. I was surprised again when he bent his neck down and put his face right against mine. Our noses and foreheads touched lightly. He stroked me faster now and I closed my eyes again. Soon I was writhing in pleasure under both his grips on me. I whimpered again and far, far too soon I was cumming on my own stomach. It was unquestionably the best orgasm I’d ever had. Once that magical feeling passed, I opened my eyes, and Damon was just as I’d left him, staring at me, smiling wide and pressing his face to mine. I smiled back at him and giggled. He laughed as he got a couple tissues from the nightstand and cleaned up the cum on me. He put his hands on my knees and rubbed them a little bit. I wanted to get up so that he wouldn’t get too uncomfortable but by holding me like that, he was letting me know I didn’t have to go anywhere. I decided I would stay there for as long as he let me. "Feel good?" he asked me again. "Yeah. That was amazing. Thank you so much Damon." He shook his head, "No, no. Thank you, Eddy. That was easily the best head I ever got." I beamed with pride and pleasure at his praise. "Anytime you want," I laughed. "Wonderful. We will be doing that a lot." I laughed at first, thinking he was joking, but even though he was still smiling, his face told me he was absolutely serious. I stopped laughing. "Wait, you really mean it, don’t you?" "You fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Blow jobs whenever I want? Fuck yeah I mean it." I grabbed his right arm with both hands and squeezed, urging him to not lead me on about this. "Wait, wait. You’re a hundred percent serious. You will reallylet me suck you again?" I almost got hard again just thinking about it. He threw his head back and chuckled loudly at my excitement. He looked back down at me with a big grin and said, "Yeah, you’ll like that won’t you!" He stuck his right hand in my side and started to tickle me as he kept teasing, "You can’t wait to suck on my big hard on again, can you? You fuckin’ loved that dick in your mouth, didn’t you?!" He continued to playfully mock me and he soon had me breathless and on my back from his torturous strokes on my skin. My head was right in front of his crotch, and without even thinking about it, I kept glancing at the resting beast. I just couldn’t help myself. Even though I couldn’t get turned on because I was deep in the throes of laughter, barely able to breathe, my eyes were drawn to it. Damon noticed this and teased me more about it, saying I just couldn’t get enough, and he was right. I begged him to stop but he was clearly enjoying this too much. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t even get out my pleas for relief. When he finally decided I’d had enough he pulled me up against him, this time with my right side against him, I let my head rest on his chest. My eyes were closed, and I was still laughing a little. I was stunned when I felt his arms wrap around me, and then his lips on mine, kissing me softly. I stopped laughing and looked in his eyes. His expression was dead serious now. Pulling his lips away, he locked my eyes in his and softly began, "You are so full of joy Eddy, it's amazing. Your sweet innocence, it's so precious... I really do care about you Eddy. You know that? I care about you… so much. I think about you. You know that? I didn’t even realize it until tonight, but I do. Like, while I’m at work or something, I wonder how your day’s goin’ and shit like that." I didn’t know what brought about this change in tone, but whatever the reason, his tender words made me blush and brought a quiet, shy smile to my face. He was making me feel all mushy inside. He continued, "You know, if I don’t see you all day, I start to worry about you… I’m just now figuring that out but it’s true. I’ve gone to sleep thinking about you, hoping you’re happy, and I never noticed it, because to me, it's the most natural thing in the world for me to care about you." These words quickly brought tears to my eyes, and he wasn’t finished. "Sometimes when I invite you over… it’s just ‘cause I wanna keep an eye on you. I never really thought about it that way. I didn’t know that’s what I was doing, but it was. I thought I was just being friendly, and I was doin’ that too, but… there was more to it than that. I was being protective. ‘Cause I really care about you. You know that? Do you know how much I care about you Eddy? More than anything else, Eddy. More than anything." I could tell he meant it, and by this time, tears of happiness were streaming down my cheeks as I smiled and looked into his beautiful eyes. He just kept looking at me the whole time, now with a very slight smile. His right hand came to my cheek and he wiped away my tears as they kept coming. I held his arm with my left hand, and just stared back at him in wonder. Eventually I regained my ability to speak. "I take it back. You’re not a nice guy… Look at you, making me cry… Big jerk," I joked. After another minute or so, I was still speechless. "I don’t know what to say," I told him. He took a deep breath and said, "Eddy, I love you, babe." A feeling surged through my heart and I couldn’t stop myself from throwing both my arms around his neck and pulling myself up to kiss his lips. Damon quickly took control of the lip lock, grabbing the back of my neck with his right hand as his other arm wrapped around my lower back. He kissed back hard, covering my mouth with his. When his tongue demanded entry, I happily accepted it. He brought me up by my butt so that I was on my knees facing him and then softly but urgently pushed me onto my back, never releasing my lips. He laid flat on top of me and caressed my body tenderly, kissing me sweetly all over my face, and always coming back to tongue my mouth. He kept at it for a long time, and I just couldn’t get enough. His kisses were wonderful, but add to that his body weighing heavily on my own, I felt like I truly belonged. It wasn't just the feeling that he possessed me. It was that I could feel every pound of his power enveloping me in his care. He made me feel safe and secure. I grabbed his back as tightly as I could to keep him on top of me so that I could bask in both his physical strength and warmth, and in his affectionate protectiveness. He stopped kissing for a moment and held his head just barely above mine, still looking into my eyes. "I love you so much, Eddy." "I love you too, Damon." He kissed me again. "I wanna fuck you, babe." Hearing him call me "babe" made me want to serve, please and obey him forever. I wanted to be his baby, his "babe". The thought of him fucking me, I admit, was scary. But I wanted it so bad. "Lemme get some lube." "Okay, babe," he said, kissing me again before I got up. I quickly writhed out from under him and ran to the bathroom to get the lube. I grabbed it out of the cabinet and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself, and that feeling I got when Damon told me he loved me welled up throughout my body and mind again. Its power was shocking. As I walked back to the bedroom, a smile of sheer euphoria spread across my face. That gargantuan, vampiric burden of loneliness was finally lifted from my exhausted and grateful shoulders. My entire being was wracked with relief. I had a genuine sense of walking on air. I can tell you, it was a real feeling, not an exaggeration. But it was so much more than that. It wasn't just relief. It wasn't just the greatest feeling of my entire life. It wasn't just the most incredible rush a human could ever hope to experience. I felt righteousness. I felt I was meant to be with Damon. A void of perception that I’d never even known existed was suddenly full. I hadn’t yet understood it, but I now recognize that this was the beginning of the astonishingly adamantine bond of love.