Stories : Kneading What You Want – Chapter 2

After that afternoon, I didn’t see much of Ward for a couple days and since we had many mutual friends I began to wonder what might happen to my new-found social circle if he told people about our encounter.  I cautiously broached the subject with a friend we both knew and asked if he had heard from Ward in the past few days.  I brushed the request off casually, ending with, “I just haven’t seen him around.”  Kevin said Ward looked after his mother and sometimes was out of touch for a few days or that he may have had another fight with his girlfriend.  He assured me that Ward would resurface when he felt like being around people again.

I was still not comfortable with my sexuality and was always sensitive to situations that could become physical with

retaliation.  So it was with some trepidation that I responded to a phone call I got a couple days later.  “I want to come over and talk to you about the other night,” he said rather gruffly when I answered.  I swallowed with anxiousness, but agreed.  Shortly thereafter, Ward showed up at my apartment dressed in a nylon running jacket and pants.

He did not seem happy.  His manner was very measured and thought out.  We sat on the couch and he refused something to drink.  He stared at his knee for a moment and then began.  “I have never had anything like that happen to me before.”  His brown eyes sought out mine for a confirmation that I was listening.  I nodded, swallowed tensely and he continued, “And I thought about it a lot.  I felt things.. . .  I have never felt before.  Things I think have been missing.”  His deep brown eyes looked deeply into mine,  “And I want to do more.  I want you. . . I want you to make love to me.”

He gazed at me, vulnerable and waiting.  This massive man of solid, black muscle wanted to be made love to.  I responded by sliding closer and saying softly, “Ward, that’s beautiful.”  I raised my hand and brushed it down his cheek softly gliding down to his chest.  My right hand slowly lowered the zipper on his jacket as my lefthand sought out the new territory and lightly rubbed his pectorals.

He arched his head back a bit and breathed out in pleasure.  I placed my hand behind his head and brought it gently forward and touched his lips with a kiss that told him he was valued and desired.  His large, hot lips responded and he parted them slightly at my tongue’s insistence.  His head rolled back and I followed it not breaking the contact of one soul finding another.

My hand began to brush across his ribbed t-shirt and his nipples stood to attention, jutting the fabric with small hard mountains of joy waiting to be explored.

I ran my hand from one side of his chest to the other and dropped it into his lap.  The difference between the soft, cool nylon and the heat from the semi-rigid cock just below the fabric layers told me he was willing. . .. and getting hotter.

I stood up and extended my hand, “Let’s go get more comfortable,” I suggested.  He grabbed and my hand and stood up with a gentle pull.  We walked a couple of steps toward the hall when he turned toward me and offered his lips to mine again.  We kissed and his soft but firm lips drove my passions higher.  I was to have this man today.  In a way that he would never forget. And never regret.  He was offering himself to me to show him the art of man-to-man love.  All that was communicated through our contact as we turned and faced each other, –our lips sending messages that words could never convey.

He pressed against me.  I could feel his crotch radiating heat as his cock brushed against my leg.  I glanced down and saw his cock jump, the head briefly outlined in the fabric as it bounced in anticipation under the slick fabric.  I leaned into him and pressed my lips to his as I grabbed his manhood and felt it throb.  I squeezed it and he gasped.  “Let’s go in here.”  I motioned to the bedroom and walked with him, my hand still wrapped around his hot girth.  As we entered, I allowed him to go through the door first and took the chance to let go of his dick and rub my appreciative hand over a beautiful, black bubble butt, grabbing one cheek as he passed.  He responded by momentarily slowing his gait mid-stride as my fingers found his crack.

He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes.  I approached and stood before him.  I reached out and peeled his jacket.  He slipped it off.  I extended both hands for him to take and stand up.  “Why don’t you take off your t-shirt?”  I cooed.  He crossed and lowered his arms to grab his shirt hem.  He raised his arms and the shirt peeled off his body from the waist up.  I gasped in appreciation as he revealed well-defined abs and a treasure trail that went from his navel and disappeared at his waistline.  As his shirt raised, his sculpted chest with small dark curls of hair scattered across his pecs came into view.  I wrapped an arm around his ribs and pulled his nipple to my waiting lips.  He let out a small cry as my hot mouth engulfed his pleasure nub.

He unbuttoned my shirt hurriedly and pushed my shirt down and off of me.  His hands found my belt and undid it as he released my pants and lowered my zipper.  His stout, calloused hands caressed by body as he pushed my pants down and wrapped his fingers around my cock, aching for attention.  I pushed on his shoulders and he lowered himself down, pulling down my briefs as he went.  My cock sprang up from its’ confines and Ward found himself faced with his first cock.  He grabbed my shaft and pointed the head toward his face.  He gave it a tentative lick. . . then another.  “Yeah, baby.   That’s it,” I encouraged him as he parted his lips and took about half of its’ length into his mouth.

Ward may have had a virgin mouth for men but his tongue had a talent and he quickly began running it around my cockhead and shaft.  It was apparently what he had been wanting because the next thing I knew he was sucking on my dick like he was a drowning man and my balls produced oxygen.  I gulped air and hissed my approval through parted lips, my words of appreciation lost in the waves of sexual energy coursing through my body.

He buried his nose in my crotch and began to lick my ballsac and inner thighs.  And as much as I loved his efforts I wanted to make it last, a point that I would not get to at his current level of ministrations.  I raised him up and noticed an ever growing wet spot on the front of his pants.  I undid his waistband and pushed his pants down.  He stepped out of them, his ebony staff jutting out with the tip glistening, almost crying for release.

His lips found mine and I soon felt his tongue exploring my mouth as he delved further  and further inside his desires he had held secret for so long.  We kissed, our bodies pressed against each other, our arms around each other, each of our cocks pushing past the others furry bush and snuggled between balls and thigh or buried with a cockhead pushing its’ way into an envelope of scrotum skin feeling hot nuts just beneath the head.  We turned in unison and sought out the bed to take our body contact to the next level, the one where our bodies would become one connected mass of heat, passion, sweat and pure orgasmic joy.  And although he was somewhat hesitant the desires that had been aroused were stronger than any other thoughts.

Ward wanted to be fucked.  And I was honoured to take his cherry ass.

We lay on the  bed and I rolled on top of him.  His cock lay between our stomachs lubricating our bodies with pre-cum as we ground against each other, hands and lips looking for the next spot that would ignite the passions even more.  My cock was between his legs with the top of my shaft contacting his balls and my head just below the cleft of his tight-muscled ass.  I  sat up on my knees between his legs and reached for the nightstand.  He lay before, his eyes glazed with lust and small beads of sweat forming on his chest.  I spread some lube on my fingers and leaned over to kiss him on the lips as my fingers found their way to the treasure between his cheeks.

I spread the lube over and around his hot, little pucker and felt it soften and relax against the gentle pressure.  His     sphincter relaxed and my first finger found its way inside his hot channel of love.  His sharp intake of air in the midst of our kiss told me when I found his gspot.  His ass rings gripped my finger and then relaxed a bit more.  I worked in my second finger and began a slow in and out motion, my knuckles expanding his ass ever-so-little on every thrust.  Ward began to gyrate his hips trying to force more inside, finding new emotions as his rosebud spread wider for love.

Ward pushed on my chest and broke our kiss.  I raised up on my arms and gazed into his eyes.  I could see into his soul as he said, “I want you in me.  I want to feel you . . . fuck me.”

Ward was no slouch in the crotch equipment category.  His cock was a beautiful rod of ebony pulsing heat, all magnificent eight-and-maybe-better inches.  Fully erect it held multiple colours from almost-purple black skin on the head to a crimson red brown shaft.  He had a nice girth to him as well.  “I ain’t never had no complaints,” he used to say with a grin.  He was about to experience something bigger; me.

I told him to roll on his side with his back to me.  While he repositioned himself I sheathed myself and snuggled up behind him, my cock pushing softly between his cheeks.  I nibbled on his ear and neck and softly said, “Just relax, babe.  I want you to relax,” as the head of my dick contacted his warmed up pucker and started to slid in, but only a tiny bit.  Just a sweet hello from body to body.  He wiggled his ass and my cockhead began to spread his virgin hole.  “U-g-g-h!” he grunted as his ass reacted to his new body experience.  I held my place and instructed, “Bear down.  Bear down like you’d like my cock to be gone,” I nibbled his ear, “Although, we both know that’d be a lie.”  He tightened his abs and exerted and my cock slid in past the first ring.  “Ugh, ugh, ugh” he panted.  His ass was spasming and started to clamp strongly.

I pulled out gently and rolled him on his back.  “It’ll be okay,” he looked up at me, “Just give me a minute.”  I crawled between his knees and began to massage his chest.  His nipples responded and his mind diverted back to the moment.  His breathing changed and I could feel the fires within building again . . . and surprisingly with more intensity,  He began to stroke my head, directing it to his other nipple and pushing my face into his pectoral.  “Yeah,” he rumbled with testosterone, “You get that tit!”  I murmured my agreement as my tongue lashed his nipple while my lips pulled it inside my hot mouth.

I reached down and stroked his manhood, the skin sliding easily under my fingers as his cock pulsed by their contact.  I reached the lube and applied another dab to his anxious asshole as I raised his knees.  I knelt with a knee of each side of his ass and slid him up the ramp a bit.  “I have something you’ve been wanting,” I said as my cockhead found its launching pad and the hot lips of his ass started to separate in hello.  “Now just take a nice deep breath and push down,” I encouraged.  He relaxed and half my cock found its way home.

“Arg-g-g-h,”  he sighed, but his ass held me.  I leaned slightly forward feeling another inch creep in.  “A-h-h-h,” sighed Ward as his body accepted me.  I leaned back and then forward causing a slight out and in motion.  The exercise had its desired effect.  Ward’s ass relaxed and the thrusts became deeper.  As the initial discomfort passed a change came over him.  He began to dig his heels into my ass, forcing me forward.  I began full thrusts, burying my entire length into his willing ass, pulling almost out and assaulting his prostate while thrusting back in, looking for new depths.

I knew he wanted more.  I fell on top of him with my cock still buried deep in his ass feeling it grip and massage my member.  “Roll over with me.  You need to be on top.”  We rolled over and Ward sat up, leaving just enough of me in him that he could position himself as he wanted.  He found his comfort area as I ran my hands up and down his thighs, tickling his balls and feather touching his cock.  He put his hands on my pecs and lowered his ass onto me.  His ass was quivering and the sensations it was sending through my cock were taking me to new heights as he kept going further down, his eyes glazing over with ecstasy.

He wiggled his ass cheeks on my thighs and began to rock back and forth.  He started raising up a bit and lowering back down.  I opened my eyes and looked at him.  His thick, calloused hands were pressing down with his weight as he slid his ass further and further down my dick.  His head was turned up and slightly to the left with his eyes closed as he looked inward at his sensations.

His cock was smacking my stomach as his balls hit my pelvis. on his downward stroke  I grabbed some lube and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.  Soon his hips were going in small circles while he went up and down on my shaft with his cock sliding back and forth in my fist.  His actions grew even more hurried.  He’d raise himself to almost upright and then slide back — breathing out as he felt the full length touching off electric shocks of joy.  His sphincter gripped my cock with every spasm he experienced.  “oh–my –fu . . . oh yeah, Oh yeah….O-O-O-O-h  G-a-a-w-w-w–!!”  His cock erupted, throwing his seed over my shoulder, the hot droplets falling across my body as another shot hit me in the face.  His knees gripped my sides and squeezed me as if to force more from his balls.  Volley after volley shot from his black monster and sent me over the edge.  I thrust up into him and emptied my load into the rubber.  The hot cum splashed around my cockhead and gave it a lubricated ride.  The sensations made me almost giggle and I flopped my ass onto the bed, pulling my cock out of the bottom on top, spent in every way I could imagine.

Ward collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies slick with love.  Hearts pounding.  Chests heaving.  Heavy breathing.  And suddendly laughing as fart sounds came from chests peeling apart and coming back together.  We embraced in the glow of a beautiful union and relaxed.

Ward raised himself up and flashed me a big grin.  “Looks like I got a lot to learn and to try.  You available, teach?”