Seduction

Sweat iridescent on purple-black skin, deltoids and pecs bulging, the
man's face screwed up, hips thrust automatically, and moaning "God
oh God oh God" he spurted a long stream of cum over the belly of the
boy unmoving beneath. A long long moment he held still, then rolled
over onto his back and lay recovering his breath.

European, 17, slim, taut, extremely drunk, the boy lay pretty much
comatose as his belly was wiped clean with a fresh white handtowel.
Then he turned onto his side and closed his eyes, opening them a few
moments later to search under the sheets for his underpants.
Struggling into them, covering bottom and genitals, he felt the illusion
of security and fell into restless drunken sleep.

Earlier that evening. Utterly nauseated Iain pulled away, turning his
head aside from the girl's mouth open so wide it entirely enveloped his
so he could find no lips only a gigantic breathy cavern stinking of old
cigarettes. Sure he liked girls, it was the natural way, yet not this
disgusting experience. Hitch-hiking up valley of the Rhine rides had
been a long time acoming, as much as 5 hr wait one place and
depression had overcome him, some great unsatisfied need. Need for
sexual connection with someone. A girl someone, of course. Before
leaving home the same desire and depression hit him and he'd taken a
bus into the city then wandered vaguely around an area the evening
newspaper harped was haunt of prostitutes, but must have been in the
wrong place, found none and came home four hours later foot-weary,
deeply frustrated. Now finally reaching Frankfurt the depression
became unbearable.

His German was good and in the first bar he got talking to a group of
three girls and two guys about two years older than he. One girl had
recently lost her boyfriend. Big breasts, long legs, long blonde hair.
He chatted to her and she responded to him with humorless teutonic
dedication to the task in hand. Her kisses....nauseating. Squeezing her
tits, his first real squeeze. Hand under her tight sweater found no bra -
firm outstanding cones. Whether it was her unresponsive yet
dedicated determination for sex put him off he couldn't say yet the
immense weariness of need he couldn't satisfy swept over him like a
black fog and when she was in the toilets and the others weren't
paying attention he slipped swiftly from the bar and away, pushing
through the thronged night street.

Two more German beers in tall glasses on an empty stomach in an
attempt to dispel the blackness and he became sufficiently drunk to
lose his way. Went into another bar just to ask the way, and found
himself being talked to by a pleasant negro of about 25. "I know the
street you want, I'll take you there, have another beer first."

They'd chatted in German for half an hour before each realized the
other spoke English. Of a sort. Justin was an American GI stationed
in Frankfurt: "Yo, my name's Justin, man, what's yours?"

"Iain, I'm Scottish." Iain wondered what language Yo was. Spanish
maybe.

"What you doin' here alone?"

"Hitch-hiking home up the Rhine. The rides are awful. No-one wants
to stop and when they do they're only going short distances. I'm not
making any progress."

"I'm taking a weekend R&R in Amsterdam, I can drive you right up
tomorrow morning."

Iain felt immense relief. He could at least cut the journey short, escape
the depression of loneliness.

"You can stay here the night" Justin told him when for reasons Iain
couldn't then fathom they arrived at the GI's apartment near midnight.
"Here, drink this." Handing a glass of whisky.

"I don't like whisky."

"It's Scotch, like you. Drink. It'll do you good."

An element of order in the voice. Iain found himself complying.
Justin's company had swept away the black depression and fearing its
return Iain gladly, innocently said he'd stay.

"Fine. Undress for bed."

"Undress?" Iain felt a sudden twinge of nervousness.

"Strip to your underpants. Ready to go to bed. I'm gonna to use the
bathroom - unless you need it right away?"

Again Iain felt compelled to comply, though wondering now if he
really ought get back to the youth hostel.

"You have a beautiful body" Justin said when he returned from the
bathroom wearing only jockey shorts, his body looking bigger and
alarmingly muscled without clothing. He sat in the armchair, poured
another glass of whisky. "Here, drink this."

Iain knocked it back, he forgot why. Justin ran his hand down the
boy's belly, then put the other lightly on his backside. "Your ass is
round and full like a girl's, do you know that."

Frightened Iain moved away.

"Get into bed" Justin said gently.

Iain climbed into the wide bed, lay on his side close to the edge,
closed his eyes. Justin got in the other side, lay a while. Iain could
hear him breathing.

"Kid." Propping himself up on one elbow, gently pulling Iain around
onto his back, the negro said "If you gonna stay here, I'm gonna fuck
you."

Insides trembling Iain looked up, afraid to say anything. The whisky
taking effect he was more dizzy by the moment. The black's muscles
bulged, he was a trained marine and much bigger. "You can go back
to the hostel. I'll call you a taxi and still take you to Amsterdam
tomorrow, if'n you want. But if you stay, I'm gonna make love to
you."

He'd said make love. A man make love to him? Iain felt strange. As if
suddenly feminized, passive. But he was a man and a man went with
women, that was how he'd been taught. Still he said nothing. Would
Justin really allow him leave or start to hit him if he tried? And then
there was the awful thought of more days waiting hours for rides,
sinking under the agony of this black depression of sexual need and
loneliness. Justin claimed he'd still drive him north to Amsterdam, but
Iain knew he wouldn't bother to come pick him up.

"Well, what's it gonna be?"

Not speaking, Iain turned on his side offering his butt, fumbling with
his underpants.

"Not like that" Justin chuckled. "I don't do it like that - though...."
Taking Iain by the shoulder he gently, firmly turned him onto his back
on the bed, threw the bedclothes back then deftly slipped Iain's
underpants off. The feel of them being slid down while he lay passive
made Iain feel shockingly feminine.

"You have really lovely legs, kid" Justin said.

Iain didn't want to feel like a girl. "Don't say that, please" he moaned
as Justin pulled his own shorts off. Iain didn't look. Lay back, letting
himself swoop into alcoholic stupor as the black positioned his body
on his elbows above and pressed his groin against the boy's. Ian
groaned again and felt his delicate foreskin pulled painfully back as the
black's hard cock began rubbing up and down against him.
Separating himself from his own body Iain just lay there.

Justin had dreamed of something like this. A beautiful leggy white boy.
And he soared into ejaculation in no time at all, squirting beautiful
release copiously over the smooth flat pale belly. Looked at it. Some
load of cum he'd shot. Cleaned it up. The boy was really drunk, but
even drunk he was gorgeously cute. Gorgeous. Justin was asleep the
moment his head touched the pillow.

Justin soon awoke with a raging hardon and lay looking at the boy's
sleeping back. Pulling back the covers gently, looked him up and
down. The full curve of the buttocks. He'd never had anal sex, was
only in his own first year of homosexual contact, first and only lover a
fat middleaged kraut transvestite with an ugly ass. This ass was so
cute the thought began to interest him. He went to take a leak and
when he returned the boy was lying on his back still asleep, cock hard
beneath the Y-fronts probably with a sleep hardon. Justin's own
erection returned enormous and throbbing, pressing hard against his
belly. Shame though it would be to waken the kid, couldn't resist, had
to have him again.

Iain awoke just as his underpants came off past his feet and didn't
realize fully what was happening till the great bulging shoulders and
pecs came over him. He was almost sober now. Looking down he
saw the other cock big and hard and very dark purple dwarfing his
white and pink cock. My God! I'm being taken by a black he
thought in agony. I'm losing my manhood being fucked by a dumb
negro GI. The stiff shaft rubbing up and down on his belly and over
his cock chafed the foreskin, sensitive through never having been
used. He wanted to push the man off but looked at the bulk of the
muscles and knew he'd never manage, felt afraid.

"Take it easy, kid" the black said in a voice very gentle, deep and
masculine. "Gahd, what a beautiful body. I'd love to see you in a very
short skirt - white like your skin." His words brought that feeling
again, made feel pretty, passive, accepting. Horrible, awful. He
couldn't permit this! Then suddenly lips kissed the side of his neck,
sending feelings through his body he'd not ever felt before. Hot and
soft the lips ran down his neck electrifying him, down his chest and
closed upon a nipple. This must stop. Iain raised his hands to the
black's shoulders and tried push him away.

"No, no. Stop. I don't want it..."

His touch and light protests excited the black, innocence the sweetest
sexual gift of all, and he felt his orgasm suddenly gather at the base of
his penis, his hips taking on that automatic regular unconscious
thrusting.

Something seemed to click inside Iain suddenly. He pushed harder
against the man's muscular chest and then felt the burning heat on his
upper belly of the man's first spurt of ejaculation and then suddenly
something awful and strange and wonderful gathered in his own groin
and he realized, too late, he was coming. Cum shot from his penis, his
body convulsed automatically and he gripped the black's sides as a
long orgasm, his first real orgasm hit him and went on and on, his
semen mixing with Justin's upon his own belly as he closed arms and
legs around the big thrusting body wracked by an equally powerful
orgasm.

While Justin slept Iain did not and lay confused. The only time he'd
orgasmed before was with an older girl, 23, who'd refused let him
touch her. She'd jerked him off and complained it was
cradle-snatching. First orgasm in full naked sexual contact and it was
with a male. Black male.

This was the most awful thing to happen in his life. Destroyed. He'd
lost his manhood. Brooding for ages, he finally rose carefully from the
bed and went to the kitchen. Quietly opening drawers found a long
pointed carving knife and returned with it to the bedroom. Justin still
slept. Plunge the knife in, reassert his manhood and flee into the night.
Several minutes he stood over the bed. Knew he'd not do it and
returned the knife to its drawer, returned to bed and slept. Only to be
awoken again from deep comfortable sleep by Justin pulling his
underpants off a third time. "No!" Iain said more vigorously this time.

"Yes" said Justin and continued with the male selfishness Iain had read
women complain of so frequently. This time Iain did not become
aroused, though his cock hardened under the friction, and Justin took
longer to ejactulate. It was tiresome.

Damn, me Iain thought when he was awakened yet again to find
Justin already on top of him rubbing cock upon cock. Iain's cock was
already raw and he really wanted to sleep, but now Justin kept
rubbing and rubbing and rubbing, striving to climax and unable. Iain
looked down at the cock. Handsome, thick, long, ribbed with veins.
Recalling the 23 yearold girl's hands on his cock he decided the man
needed help to come off. At least then Iain could get some bloody
sleep.

Scarcely able to believe what he was doing he reached down
between the two torsos and took Justin's cock in his hand. Hot and
smooth and hard yet silky in his palm. If t'was to be done t'were best
done right. "How do you like me to hold it?"

Justin stared at him in surprise. "You gonna....sure....okay, like this."
Clasping his circumsized cock in his own hand around lower head and
shaft he showed the boy then taking the boy's hand closed it around
the cock beneath him and moved both hands up and down. The boy
got the hang of it quickly. "Hold it a bit tighter, yeah, that's it."

Sensitively he stroked and observed Justin's response and swiftly
figured how to please him, take him high so his eyes closed, body
tensed, close to climax, then keep him close to the top so his face
scrunched up in ecstatic yearning to go over. It wasn't so bad, kinda
fun. It went on for five, ten minutes. Then Justin suddenly brushed the
hand away, spoil sport, pressed the heavy cock to Iain's belly and
spurted very thick and white.

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