A gay story: Little Prince 02: Taken A big black stud claims his Little Prince.
This story was inspired by a Latino comic who claimed that he wasn’t short, he was actually a little prince. This is a tale of interracial male-on-male sex with some non-consensual/reluctance elements as a young man comes to grips with his suddenly evolving sexuality, so if that offends, please look elsewhere. BE WARNED: This chapter can be a little rough and (Oh, No!) maybe even a bit romantic.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.
I woke up the next morning feeling like shit with a bit of a hangover.
In the bathroom mirror, I saw that had bags under my eyes, but I had looked worse on a Monday morning. Pushing the events of last night from my mind, I brushed my teeth, trimmed my beard and hit the shower. As I blow dried my hair, I was glad to see the old Ryan emerge, longish dirty blond hair that would get highlights in the summer thanks to my northern Italian roots, parted on the side, straight nose, full lips and stylish short beard.
I felt like my old self and determined that yesterday was a one-time thing that was never going to happen again – ever. It was surprisingly refreshing to get back into the weekly grind at work, see friends and get back into a familiar groove. Sunday night started to feel more and more like a distant memory and I was soon looking forward to the weekend.
But the weather gods had other ideas.
SNOWPOCALYPSE!
The Ken and Barbie weather dolls had been talking all week about the coming storm and it turns out they were right this time. It started snowing just around quitting time and they were calling for bands of heavy snow to hit us all day Saturday and Sunday.
Shit.
I made it home before the really heavy stuff started coming down and resigned myself to a long weekend of being snowbound alone in my apartment. Before settling into a microwave dinner, I decided to hit the sorry excuse for a gym that my building had down in the basement. Donning gym shorts and a tee shirt, I took the stairs down to the gym, which was little more than a workout room. Yes, I was still avoiding the elevator like the plague.
Not surprisingly I found the gym empty. There were mirrored walls, rubber floor, an elliptical, treadmill, dumbbells, kettle balls and an old Nautilus machine. Depressing…
I put my earbuds in and hit the bench press station that maxed out at 200 pounds. Not a problem for me. I set it at 150 pounds and did a circuit of presses with dumbbell curls and rows. I moved onto some legwork and then hit the treadmill. I started out slow and then kicked it up to a good speed, intending to do ten minutes.
“Hey, little prince!” Darius’ smooth baritone voice echoed around the small room.
FUCK!
I almost stumbled when Darius suddenly came in and called out to me. Fuck. You’ve gotta be kidding me… I tried to play it cool.
“Oh, hi, Darius…” The SOB was dressed in red and black compression shorts and a tank top that left little to the imagination.
“Sorry I startled you, Ryan. I figured I’d come down and work out too. I don’t think I’ll be getting to my gym this weekend… it’s really coming down out there.”
“Yeah, same here.”
“Great minds think alike,” he smiled. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He turned and grabbed some fifty-pound dumbbells and started to do some curls as easily as I would with twenty pounds, the bastard. Thank God he hadn’t come down sooner and seen me straining with the thirty pounders. I pretended to watch the treadmill screen, but I couldn’t help glancing in the mirror as Darius went through a complete routine with the heaviest dumbbells and kettle balls they had. He worked up a sheen of sweat as I watched him work every muscle group that was bulging under the skintight spandex. To give credit where it’s due, Darius was not only an amazing piece of gym candy to behold, but the man was also strong as an ox.
When he got to the bench press at the end, he paused a moment before adjusting the weight and lying down on the bench. I noted that he was easily lifting the entire two-hundred-pound stack of steel for more than a dozen reps. He sat up looking dissatisfied with the results until inspiration struck. He grabbed the fifty-pound kettle balls and hung one on each handle of the bench press bar before getting back in position.
I could only watch in awe and admiration as he went through three sets of twelve reps each with a total weight of three hundred pounds! That was twice the weight I had used and Darius was treating it as just another workout. He grabbed his towel and wiped the sweat from his glistening pumped body, smiling at me as he approached and turned off my treadmill.
“C’mon, little prince. Showtime’s over. Let’s hit the showers.” I was about to object that I wasn’t peeking, that I was just getting a workout, when I glanced down at the readout on the treadmill. Holy shit! I was so busy checking out Darius that I had no clue that I had just run a 5K on the treadmill and in a very respectable twenty minutes! I must have been running on pure sexual adrenaline induced by watching Darius working out.
He grabbed my bicep, pulled me gently off the treadmill and steered me down the hall to the elevator. I didn’t need my spidey sense this time to know what was going down, Darius was taking me up to his shower to fuck me, plain and simple.
I heard the elevator approaching and started to panic, “Listen, Darius. I can’t…”
He hushed me with a finger to my lips, “Hush now, little prince. After you ran off in a panic, I gave you a few days to figure things out. Well, I’m done waiting. I’m gonna take you tonight.”
The elevator arrived and the door slid open. Darius released my arm and placed his hand in the small of my back like I belonged to him. He didn’t push me inside he simply waited for me to accept my now inevitable fate.
I stepped into the elevator.
“Good boy,” he praised me in his deep, rich voice and gently stroked my back like I was an obedient pup. Maybe that’s what I was now. We turned to face the door with Darius’ right hand still in the small of my back. I watched as he pushed the button for five and could have darted before the door closed, but I heeled for my Master like a good boy. The door slid shut and we ascended on our short vertical trip that would stop far short of heaven.
As soon as the door closed, I felt Darius’ hand slide lower and grip my right butt cheek. “Sweet little ass on you, little prince,” he teased softly in my ear. OMG. My situation suddenly felt very real. I watched the floor numbers ticking by like a missile launch and I was tempted to push the button for my floor, then run and hide in my apartment. Darius must have divined what I was thinking because he jabbed the tips of his two small fingers against my butthole, making me jump. “Don’t even think about bailing, little prince,” he chuckled in my ear in his silky-smooth deep voice, “I’m gonna make you mine tonight.” He squeezed my butt cheek hard like he owned it. Maybe he already did…
Ding.
We arrived at the fifth floor and the door slid open. Darius returned his hand to the small of my back and was now pushing me forward to his apartment. I could feel the formidable strength in his hand which seemed to dissolve any resistance in me. Why was I allowing this? Was it his amazing deep masculine voice? His size? His strength? The tangy sweet scent of his sweat which embraced me like a powerful cloud of masculine strength? My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sweating like I was still on the treadmill as he pushed me through his door.
I started when I heard the door close behind us. I was trapped in his apartment! I had to stop this. I turned to him, “Listen, Darius…”
He spun me around like I was a ragdoll and pushed me into the bathroom “Quit stalling and strip, Ryan,” he ordered. For the first time with Darius, I felt a touch of fear…which disturbingly also gave me a rush of excitement. As I pulled off my running shoes and socks, he turned on the shower and literally peeled off his skintight shirt revealing his broad chest and tapered torso. Feeling completely inadequate, I coyly turned my back to strip off my tee shirt and my shorts with trembling hands.
“Damn, little prince. Could you get any more fucking adorable?” Darius chuckled at my modesty while grabbing my shoulders and pushing me into the shower. With my hands shyly covering my crotch, I stepped into the tub and Darius followed me, sliding the glass door shut behind him and sealing us in a space even smaller than the elevator where my homosexual nightmare had started. Darius pushed me up against the sidewall until my hands and chest were pressed against the tiles like I was doing a pushup. His bulk had me plastered to the cold tile wall while the warm water rained down on us and his hardening cock pressed into the small of my back. Every prison rape scene I had ever seen in a movie or on TV flashed through my head. “You ain’t gonna run out on me this time, Ryan,” he warned in my ear, his deep voice echoing off the hard walls of the shower menacingly. “I’m going to take you here and now,” he reached down and lifted my right leg until my foot was on the edge of the tub, leaving me open and vulnerable back there.
“Please…don’t hurt me…” was all I could manage to whimper. I had already surrendered to the inevitability of what was about to happen.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can, little prince…I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m going to take you and make you mine…” Darius soothed in my ear like I was a skittish colt as he took a bottle off the shelf and he rubbed cool liquid over my tight rosebud. I shuddered at the sensation. “Easy, little prince… I got you…”
Darius wrapped a powerful arm around my neck and then his thumb popped into my hole! I tried to climb up the wall like Spiderman, but he had a firm hold on me, so I was left helplessly squirming on the slippery wet wall tile. “Easy, Ryan…I got you…
“Please…it hurts…” I begged as my body jerked and squirmed trying in vain to escape the intrusion of his wriggling thumb.
“Easy, little man…” Darius soothed as I tried to adjust. “Don’t fight it. Just accept it. Breath…”
I tried taking short deep breathes like I was in labor and that helped…a little… My hole started to relax a bit around the wriggling thumb that was massaging my prostate. Then the thumb withdrew and I sighed in relief…only for it to be replaced by Darius’ big middle finger!
Again, I groaned and tried to climb the wall to escape. In desperation I grabbed the arm around my neck that was thicker than my thigh, but it was impossible for me to pry myself loose from his strong grip as his middle finger painfully sawed in and out of my hole. “Damn, you’re tight, Ryan,” he remarked as my chute clutched his big finger. After a lifetime of pushing things out, it was not ready to allow something to push in.
“Try to push back like you were taking a dump,” he advised. In desperation, I tried to fight through the pain and push back like he said and when I did the sharp pain in my ass eased a bit to more of a dull pain, but it still hurt like hell. I guess he could feel the change inside me and he cooed soothingly in my ear with his sweet baritone, “There you go. I’ll help you through this, Ryan. If you don’t want it to hurt so much, little prince, but you gotta want it…”
Was he fucking kidding?! Want it?! Want his big cock up inside me?! Then it hit me like a sledgehammer. I DID want it! I just didn’t want it to hurt, but I wanted Darius INSIDE me. I wanted him to take me. I had wanted this black giant to take me from the moment I met him in the elevator. That was why I hadn’t objected more strongly to going with him and then coming up to his apartment. OMG. I wanted to be his little prince…
I was loosening up a little more back there and on the next plunge Darius inserted two fingers! I was climbing the wall again as he stretched my hole to its limits. I tried breathing and pushing back but I was still in pain. Darius took his time trying to open me up, but no matter what I tried the pain was unrelenting.
Then the fingers withdrew, leaving me panting until I felt something huge pressing against me. OMG. It was the blunt head of his big cock… I was about to protest when he moved and it popped inside! I desperately tried to squirm away again to no avail. My prison rape was worse than I could have ever imagined. The pain was blinding and Darius clamped his free hand over my mouth to stifle my scream, “Don’t fight it, Ryan. You can do it, my little prince. Open up, let me inside you where you know I belong…”
I tried everything Darius had taught me, I tried breathing and pushing, but the only thing that helped the pain was biting his stifling hand. He grunted but accepted it. Then I managed to push back and three more inches slid up into me! I howled and bit down harder and pushed again which allowed Darius to take the final plunge up my ass until he bottomed out.
I had done it. I had taken every hard inch that Darius had to give me and a bizarre sense of pride swept through me. It still hurt like hell, but it was starting to dull just a little and my butt stopped trying to expel the iron hard rod that I was impaled upon. Darius felt my ass chute relax a little and he started to move just a little inside me. The sense of fullness was intense and the pain ebbed a little bit more as I started to loosen up. The length of Darius’ thrusts started to increase but he was still moving slowly and beyond the pain I felt something short of pleasure but it was incredibly intense. Millions of nerve endings that I had been unaware of before were being deeply stimulated by his shaft sliding in and out of my butt.
Darius took his hand away from my mouth as he started to increase the length of his thrusts on each stroke. I grunted each time he bottomed out in my ass. It was really happening. I was being fucked. Darius was fucking me. My poor ass was still on fire, but I didn’t want him to stop… and Darius wasn’t going to stop even if I wanted him to.
“That’s it, Ryan,” he husked in my ear. “Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Take it up that sweet little ass. I wanted to do this to you the moment I laid eyes on you.” My grunts took on a higher pitch as he slowly pistoned his full length deep inside my core. “Your pussy is so hot…it feels so good on my cock…” OMG. He didn’t use a rubber! A shudder of concern ran through me but then I realized that I was grateful. I wanted Darius to fuck me. I didn’t even want a thin layer of latex to come between me and his big black cock. “Yeah…gonna make you my little prince, little man…”
“Fuck…me… Darius…” I managed to grunt out.
“Hang on, little prince… Gonna fuck you for real now…” Darius released my neck and grabbed my hips with both hands.
Wait – what…??? Fuck me for real…???
True to his word, Darius started fucking me for real. He took his ramming speed and power up to eleven, pulling my hips back to him each time he thrust forward with his hips spanking my ass hard each time he bottomed out. I held onto the slippery tile wall as best I could as he gave me a true “balls to the wall” fucking! My grunts started to get even higher pitched as I desperately tried to find something to grab onto. My brain went into overload at the intensity of the sensations rising up from the core of my being. OMG! I was losing my mind, but behind me Darius knew exactly what he was doing, “Fuck, yeah! Take it, Ryan! This sweet little ass was made to be fucked!”
For the next five minutes all I could do was grunt and wail, flopping around like a blowup doll while Darius fucked me like a wild man. If this is what prison rape was like, no wonder so many guys kept ending up back in prison again and again… I knew then and there that no matter how painful it was, that I would be returning to Darius again and again for more of this. I was his bitch now…
Then Darius reached down with his right hand and took hold of my hard cock. I had been so focused on my ass, that I didn’t realize until then that my cock was painfully hard. It only took a few jerks of his lubed fist to send me over the edge. As I painted the shower tiles with loads of my cum, Darius kept ramming my ass, making it feel like he was pumping the cum out of my balls. My ass spasmed around his cock as I orgasmed, which drove Darius over the edge.
He gave out a loud growling, grunt and with one final thrust, pinned me flat against the wall as he unloaded up my ass. His arm tightened around my neck as his entire body tensed, squashing me so hard against the wall that I was concerned he might actually push me through it. “Urghh, fuck yeah! Take it! Yeah…Yeah…oh, yeah…” he growled in my ear, slowly coming down off his orgasm, his arm loosening around my neck…
“Ohh…my…god…” I panted almost in disbelief. Nothing more needed to be said on my end.
“You belong to me now,” he cooed softly in my ear. I nodded in agreement. “I own you. You’re my Little Prince and you belong to me.”
“O-Okay…Darius…” I stammered. “I’ll be your Little Prince…”
Darius hugged me tightly and then started to gently soap me up. He lovingly lathered up my torso, pits and cock. He then turned me around and held me to him as he soaped up my back and sore ass. “You okay, Little Prince?” he asked with real concern.
I looked up into his handsome face and those amazing eyes, “I think so…” he leaned down and kissed me sweetly. I accepted his tongue and we enjoyed a deep kiss. Darius broke the kiss and started to lather himself up, but I took the bar from him and soaped up his chest, pits and arms, exploring his well-built body. “Do you belong to me too…?” I asked almost innocently.
Darius smiled down at me with that killer smile, “Would you like me to be all yours, Little Prince?”
I nodded dumbly, suddenly realizing how stupid the question sounded. He gave me a bemused smile and hugged me close, “Okay, I’m all yours, Little Prince. Now do my back.” I reached around and soaped up his tapered back, admiring the cleft that ran down the center of his back to divide his solid glutes. He was so thick that I could barely get my arms around him. No wonder he could bench three hundred with ease, he was a tank. I blushed as I went lower and soaped up his big solid butt cheeks that had powered my rough deflowering.
He chucked me under the chin and stroked my short beard. “This will have to go. Let’s get out of here,” he said abruptly. He wasn’t serious about me shaving my beard, was he? Darius rinsed off and turned off the water. He opened the door and grabbing a big fluffy towel off the rack, he gently started to dry me off, taking his time, making me feel special and cherished. When he was done, he wrapped it around my shoulders, then Darius grabbed another towel and dried off after we got out of the shower. “Okay, let’s take care of that beard…” he said as he wrapped his towel around his waist.
He steered me in front of the mirror and stood behind me as he ran a comb through my hair. For the first time I was able to truly perceive the size difference between us. I took in my diminutive reflection with Darius towering behind me with his head and even Adam’s apple visible above the top of my head. I could even see his big arms and broad shoulders on either side of me. He was all man and in comparison, I looked like a boy. Darius was about to make the difference between us even more stark.
Darius took his beard trimmer from a drawer, adjusted the depth and clicked it on. I’d had my beard since right after I graduated from high school to assert my blossoming manhood, but now I passively watched as he mowed the trimmer over my once proud beard and mustache, quickly reducing it to stubble. Darius opened his medicine cabinet, giving me a glimpse of rows of very high-end products as he grabbed a razor, shaving cream and after shave.
It felt so nice when Darius started gently massaging the shaving cream into my stubble with his big strong hands. It was like getting a facial massage. Then he took the razor and slowly removed my facial hair one swipe at a time. The whole process was highly erotic as I allowed Darius to remove the pretension of mature masculinity from my jawline, regressing me to boyhood, to being Darius’ boy. He took a washcloth and wiped the last of the shaving cream from my face before hitting me with some aftershave lotion. I looked like my high school yearbook picture. Darius had just erased six years from my appearance, which he seemed to approve of as he gently stroked my cheek.
“Smooth as a Little Prince’s bottom,” he smiled as he patted my butt. “Let’s get you something to wear…”
Darius led me into his bedroom which was dominated by a big four poster bed and solid wood furniture. Like its owner, the room oozed high end masculinity. I was again reminded that I was out of my league with Darius. He grabbed what was obviously his white dress shirt from work off the bed and held it out for me to put my arms in. I had done the same thing with gals I had dated in the past, so this was just another emasculation I had to endure. I dropped my towel and put my arms into Darius’ shirt. Needless to say, it was so big, I was swimming in it. Darius started buttoning me up and I searched for the ends of the sleeves. I found them and as I started to roll them up my arms, I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. With my beard gone, I looked like a kid wearing his dad’s shirt. Darius handed me a pair of thick socks to slip into while he slipped into a tee shirt, lounge shorts and slippers. I was going to ask for some shorts or something to slip into but realized that there was no way that any of Darius’ shorts would stay up on me.
“C’mon, Ryan… You can set the table while I get dinner ready,” Darius held out his hand. I hesitated then took his proffered hand. He smiled down at me and pulled me in for a quick deep kiss. I felt his beard scratching my newly smooth cheeks as yet another reminder of his status as the alpha male in our dynamic. He broke the kiss and looked down at me with a serious expression, “I want you to stay the night little prince.” It sounded more like a command than a request and I knew what it meant. Darius would take me again.
“Uhm, Okay, Darius.” He waited for more… “I’ll stay the night with you.” With those words, I had just surrendered the free use of my body to him for the night…and probably the morning too.
“Sweet,” he kissed me on the lips before leading me out to the dining area by the hand. My small hand was buried in his big paw and I felt like a prison wife as we walked out of the bedroom hand in hand. He pointed out where things were in the china cabinet and I set the table while he started to make dinner. He handed me a bottle of white wine out of the fridge and I poured two glasses. I brought one to Darius while he was cooking, “Thanks, Ryan.”
“That smells really good…” I complimented him. Apparently, he could cook too. Great. So far the only talent I had over Darius was my ability to easily get something off a bottom shelf…
“Thanks. It’s almost ready. Bring the plates over.” Darius filled them with a nice chicken dish and I took them over to the table. He approached as I was putting them down and he held out my chair for me like I was a girl… I guess I was his girl now. As I sat down, I caught myself smoothing the tail of his shirt over my butt, just like a girl would do with her skirt. It bothered me how easily I was slipping into the submissive role with Darius.
The meal was delicious, and we chatted casually, as if nothing unusual had happened earlier…like me being roughly sodomized in the shower just a short while ago. I learned that Darius was twenty-nine, just five years older than I was. I seriously doubted that in five years my career as an office drone would permit me to enjoy his standard of living…
We finished dinner and cleared the plates before settling down on the couch. Darius put the local news channel on the tube for the weather and pulled me close with his big arm over my shoulder. We snuggled and finished our wine while the talking heads droned on about how bad the storm was going to be tonight and tomorrow. Darius stretched out and rested a slippered foot on the coffee table. After a minute or two, I followed suit. Darius chuckled, “You got some little feet on you, Ryan… Can you get any more adorable?” He pulled me in even closer.
I shot back, “Well if I had dogs as big as yours, I’d look like Tweety Bird!”
He laughed and leaned in to give me a quick kiss. I accepted it, tasting his sweet saliva with a hint of wine. One thing led to another until we were stretched out on the couch in a full on make out session. I ended up on my back with Darius above me, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows as he unbuttoned my shirt down to my navel. He came up for air for a minute and lifted up so he could devour me with those tigers’ eye eyes of his. He came back down and started working on my chest with his lips and tongue, working over to my nipple. “Fuuuck…” I gasped as he damn near suctioned my nipple off my chest while teasing it with his teeth and tongue. I could tell he was enjoying making me squirm under him.
Darius lifted up again and turned off the TV. He easily wrapped his arms around me, holding me close and lifting me off the sofa. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he husked before kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around him and sucked on his tongue as he easily carried me to the darkened bedroom. Once there, Darius got onto the bed on his knees and carried me to the center of his big bed where he lowered me gently onto the bedspread. He grabbed a pillow and slid it under me to elevate my hips into the perfect angle for fucking me.
Darius undid the last few buttons on my shirt and pulled it open, exposing me for his inspection. He ran his big black hands from the tops of my thighs, over my abs and then groped my pecs and tweaked my nips. I could tell that he liked what he saw in the dim light from the window, “Damn you got a tight bod on you, little prince…” he cooed as he ran his hands and eyes over my torso, hungrily drinking me in and committing every detail of me to memory, making me feel both flattered and violated at the same time.
Down on the street outside, a snowplow rumbled by with its yellow lights flashing that illuminated the room and damn near made Darius’ hungry eyes sparkle, reminding me of a line of poetry that must have been force fed into my brain in high school…
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night…
I swallowed hard. I realized that Darius was a predator, a tiger with his eyes burning bright in this night and I was his prey…his prey that had willingly been led into his tiger’s den. What gave me pause and excited me to my core was the realization that I wanted to submit myself to this apex predator. I didn’t care if he would be cruel or kind, gentle or brutal…I would accept it, relish it, come back for more…again and again…always needing more.
Darius was busy pulling a bottle of lube and a hand towel out of the night table. Jeez, did he have a bottle of lube ready to go in every room? I wondered. Of course, he did…he never knew where he would corner his prey. My stiffening cock went rock hard at the possibility of the tiger pouncing and taking me in every room in his den. “Looks like someone’s ready…” he chuckled as he withdrew his lubed finger from my open ass and smeared more lube on his dark rod. He wiped his hands on the towel and leaned over me. His strong arms pressed into the mattress near my shoulders which raised my butt a bit higher, presenting a perfect target for Darius’ glistening cock.
Darius pressed against my opening and I used the lessons I had learned earlier to open myself up for him. It still hurt, but my hole was no longer virgin and I desperately wanted him inside me. Slowly but surely, he worked the full length of his cock deep inside me until he bottomed out, “You ready, Ryan?”
I looked up into his eyes transfixed, both by his cock and his eyes, and nodded.
“I’ll go slow and easy, little prince…” he hit me with that killer smile.
“No… Take me, tiger!” I begged and ordered at the same time.
He looked surprised at first, then his brow furrowed in determination as he started fucking me with long slow strokes, forcing a gasping grunt out of me every time he bottomed out. His eyes and mine were locked as he fucked me, watching my reactions as he slowly increased the force of his downstrokes. My moans filled the room, getting louder as each impalement hit me with greater force. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips as Darius pile drove into me. The bed started to groan under our combined weight and the impact of Darius’ thrusts threatened to push me through the mattress.
I grabbed on tightly to his biceps, desperately trying to cope with what felt like being disemboweled. It was in a word INTENSE as Darius’ rod punched every nerve-ending in my colon. Darius was starting to sweat from the exertion and my moans were kicking up into a higher pitch. It felt like he had been fucking me for somewhere between ten minutes and an eternity.
Then he took it up a gear…
Darius straightened his legs, leaning even more forward above me to pound me with the full power of his thighs, back and glutes. I held on for dear life as it felt like he was trying to pound me through to the floor. Then he picked up the pace! I was past words or moans, it was a struggle to get enough air to not pass out. Darius was starting to sweat from his exertions and his passions.
His mahogany skin glistened in the dim light and I could feel the moisture on his arms. On impulse I managed to move my head enough to lick some of his salty-sweet sweat off his chest. That inflamed his passion, sending him closer to the edge, making him fuck me harder and faster while making animalistic grunts.
The snowplow came by again with the flashing yellow light illuminating his glistening muscled body and again causing his tiger eyes to sparkle as they devoured me.
I grabbed my hair trigger cock and after two strokes shot my load up to my chin.
Seeing me shoot my load sent Darius over the edge, his final thrust almost snapped my back as he bellowed his orgasm with his head thrown back in primal triumph.
We stayed frozen like that for a minute until Darius finally collapsed on top of me. We lay there entwined and panting, sharing our sweat and nuzzling as we came down off our sexual high.
Eventually, Darius straightened up and dried us off with the towel before cleaning me up. Then he hit the bathroom for a long piss. I lay there in post coital bliss, staring at the ceiling and thinking back to this afternoon when I naively thought that I had put my experience with Darius behind me. Now I belonged to him…
I was oddly okay with that.
I pulled the pillow from beneath me and buttoned up my shirt, Darius’ shirt, it still carried his scent, rolled onto my right side and waited for his return…
He came back into the bedroom and pulled the comforter at the foot of the bed over me before sliding in behind me and spooning me. “You alright, Little Prince…?”
“Oh, yeah…”
He chuckled and draped his leg and arm over me. His hand sought out mine and held it as he leaned down and kissed my cheek. He was so much taller than me that he settled in with his chin above my head,
“You really like to hold hands…” I noted as I stroked his hand with my thumb.
“With you I do…”
“Why just me?”
“When we first met, I felt a real spark when we shook hands and I felt your little hand in mine. I’ll never forget that feeling…”
“Are you serious?”
“Little Prince,” he chuckled as he pulled me in closer. “You had me at hello…”
To be continued…
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