BY Thom Wolf
Ryan James arrived home from the gym after eight. He was hot – his body still damp with sweat – and horny. Michelle, his fiancée, wasn’t due off shift until ten. Perfect. It gave him just enough time to do what he loved best.
Hurrying to the bedroom, Ryan powered up his laptop. As the computer booted, he peeled off his gym kit: shoes, jogging shorts and T-shirt; everything except his jockstrap. He ran a hand across his bare arse. He loved how his cheeks felt in the jock; naked but contained; the straps dug into his flesh and heightened every sensation. He turned to catch a sight of his butt in the wardrobe mirror. Firmly muscled and smooth with flawless white skin. The hours he spent in the gym were definitely paying off. It was almost perfect. Almost.
There was only one arse he knew which was truly perfect. A magnificent example of man butt. However hard he worked, his own butt would never be that fine.
Ryan retrieved the USB stick from its hiding place in his sock drawer and connected it to the laptop. Lying on top of the double bed, he stroked the taut muscle of his abdomen while the computer read the stick.
It was dark beyond the bedroom window. The blinds were closed and he had the house to himself for at least an hour. He was starving, having gone to the gym straight from work, but dinner could wait. His cock was already stirring inside the white pouch of his jock and he had bigger urges to satisfy than hunger.
Ryan had an addiction which had to be fed.
He scrolled through the folders on the USB until he found what he was looking for: a folder titled ALFIE GARCIA. With his heartbeat rising he clicked into the folder. There were six video files inside. Movie clips and photos downloaded from a variety of websites; Blacks on White Guyz, Daddys Boyz, That's Gotta Hurt. The sites Michelle didn't know he visited. The sites he kept a secret credit card for so he could pay the subscription fees without her finding out. The sites where Alfie Garcia appeared.
Ryan moved the cursor over his favourite clip and double clicked. It was a half hour scene from the website That's Gotta Hurt called Butthole Smash. As the video loaded he stroked his balls through the jock, felt them lift and tightened. Just the thought of the video turned him on, before it even started.
The clip began in an open plan living room and kitchen in America. The kind he'd seen in a hundred other videos. A good looking black model addressed the audience, talking direct to camera and the producer who stood behind it. It was pretty fake and poorly acted; a variation on the theme of a horse hung gay guy picking up a down on his luck straight boy to see how far he would go for money. In Butthole Smash Alfie Garcia was the wide eyed straight.
Ryan skipped through the talky and awkward set up, eager to get to the most important part: Alfie. He resumed the clip when the camera turned to reveal its handsome guest star. He caught his breath and his heart beat a little faster. Alfie always had this effect on him.
"You beautiful bastard," he murmured to the man on screen.
Alfie Garcia was an English based porn star of Greek origin. He had thick ebony hair, lush brown eyes and an olive skinned complexion. He had the body of a disciplined dancer; lean and well-muscled with a thick Mediterranean dick and a perfect arse. The perfect arse.
Ryan didn't understand the feelings Alfie aroused in him. He considered himself straight, though he’d always been a little bit curious about other men; checking out their bodies at the gym, occasionally surfing a couple of gay sites as well as his favourite straight porn. But there was something about Alfie, who he discovered quite by accident while surfing the galleries, that aroused him in a way no man had ever done before.
Those first images of Alfie got him harder than any of the huge titted babes he was used to watching. Seeing Alfie, on his back with a massive dick shoved up his perfect arse, inflamed every sense. Ryan had never wanted to fuck another man as much as he did looking at those pictures. He returned to the gallery again and again, to the exclusion of all his favourite straight porn, and soon began to search for more content on Alfie. He didn't have to look far. Alfie Garcia he quickly learned, had been a major porn player in in both Europe and America for the best part of decade. He even had an official website which led Ryan to more of his work.
He saved the best stuff to the USB stick and was careful to delete his internet history after every session. Michelle had never challenged him outright about what he watched online, but she had passed a couple of comments that let Ryan know she suspected something.
On the video before him, Alfie sucked the massive head of the black guys cock, attempting to cram the shaft into his mouth. Things were getting interesting. Ryan lay back against the pillows and tugged his dick out the side his jock. He couldn't complete with the beast on screen but he still had a decent piece to boast about. Enough to satisfy a guy like Alfie, he was certain. Ryan squeezed precome to the tip and smeared it around his uncircumcised head. His stomach muscles shuddered. Damn, that did feel good. He wrapped his hand around the head and imagined the tight, wetness was Alfie's mouth.
No way was he gay, Ryan told himself. Having the hots for just one guy didn't make him a homo. It was a man-crush, nothing more. Harmless fun. He imaged loads of straight guys were into this, they just didn't talk about it, that was all. Besides, as long as nobody knew ...
Alfie was bent over the edge of a sofa now, revealing his delectable arse. Ryan's squeezed his cock tighter, excited by the big round cheeks on screen, by their size and muscle; their smooth skin, a few shades lighter than the rest of his body: perfection. The black guy held his cheeks apart with one hand, while slapping the moist head of his cock against then. Wide smacks to begin with before moving towards the crack. Unlike most of the men Ryan saw in these flicks, Alfie didn't shave his crack. Soft brown hair curled around the puckered opening. So natural. So different from a woman. The shot of his arsehole was so clear and vivid, Ryan was right there. If he concentrated hard enough, he could smell it: hot and spicy.
As the black guy swirled his tongue around the opening, Ryan wondered how it tasted. He was used to going down on Michelle but surely a guy would taste different. He slipped his left hand between his thighs, reaching behind to probe his own buttocks. His hairy crack – just like Alfie's – was slick with gym sweat. He ran his fingers up and down the cleft, pressed against the hole, before bringing them to his face. He sniffed and tasted. Mmmm, that was different!
How amazing it would be to bury his face between Alfie's cheeks, just like the guy was doing in the film. To feel the pressure of his arse against his face. To inhale him and taste him.
Ryan's dick was harder than ever.
The fucking began. Alfie's arse, still bent across the arm of the sofa, was stuffed with big black dick. Ryan couldn't imagine how much that must hurt, but Alfie took it without complaint. When the camera momentarily left his arse to focus on his face, his eyes were closed in concentration, his lips parted in desire. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and he looked like his was deep in ecstasy.
Yeah, Alfie take that cock. You love it!
Ryan worked his cock with increased effort and concentration. He matched the stroke of his hand to the black dick sliding in and out of Alfie's greasy hole. He widened his legs, curled his toes. It felt so great but his eyes never left the computer screen. Harder and faster the black top gave it to Alfie. Sweat glistened on both their bodies. It was the most exciting sight Ryan had seen; beating every other porno he knew.
His right hand flew over his erection while his left slipped beneath his balls, pressing into his perineum. His girlfriend was the farthest thing from his mind. He was consumed by the hot, hard action of man on man sex.
Ryan delayed his orgasm until the very end, stopping himself on the edge of coming several times. He had to make it to the climax of the scene. When the black man withdrew from his arse, and Alfie rolled off the sofa onto his knees in front of him, Ryan stroked harder and faster. This was it. His favourite part. The black guy came like a geyser, splattering Alfie's handsome face with spurt after spurt of thick white come. Alfie opened his mouth and the next jet landed right on his tongue. Holy shit!
Ryan covered the contours of his belly with his own hot, milky load.
He lay in a sticky mess until the scene was over. The black guy stroked Alfie's face, gathered his come upon his fingers and fed it to the greedy bottom. Alfie sucked and slurped until there was no remaining traces of semen.
Ryan regarded the cooling puddle of sperm on his abdomen. He trailed his fingers in the fluid and brought then tentatively to his mouth. The taste was strong and bitter. Horrible! Did other guys loads taste better than his own?
He cleaned up with tissues and shut down the movie. Hiding the USB back in the sock drawer, he headed for the bathroom.
A quick shower and change of clothes, then he would hit the kitchen and prepare a good supper for his fiancée’s return from work.
To be continued