Enticed Pt. 16.2 - Two Lovers, Two Worlds

This is the second half of part sixteen of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

I woke to the feeling of warm, wet lips caressing my stiff cock. I looked down and found Ezekiel rubbing over my swollen head and shaft with just his thick, dark lips. Occasionally, he would push the tip between them slightly, not as far as his teeth, just enough to part them and give me the barest sensation of entry.

When he realized I was awake he pushed all the way down my shaft, or, at least, as far as he could go. Ezekiel wasn’t a deep-throat champ just yet. But, he tried and I appreciated every attempt.

As his head started bobbing, his tongue began swirling around my shaft and head. I moaned and lifted my hips in agreement with his oral proposal.

“Slide up here so I can take care of you, too,” I moaned.

“No,” he mumbled without removing my cock from his mouth. “You always do such wonderful things to me. I’m taking care of you this time.”

I just lay back and enjoyed his work, one hand lightly caressing the lone shoulder I could reach.

It took a few minutes longer than usual. I don’t know if Ezekiel was intentionally dragging it out, or if his lack of experience was a factor. Either way, it was a wonderful, sensual way to wake up on a chilly Sunday morning in February.

When I finally began to throb and contract and gasp for breath, he proved he knew enough about sensual lovemaking to keep a slow, steady pace and let my orgasm overwhelm me on its own. He didn’t begin his amazing, hard suction until I was just seconds away from exploding into his mouth.

Suddenly, it felt like a vacuum was pulling my life from me. I pumped load after load into his mouth. I watched the entire time and never saw a single drop escape his ample lips.

I was limp and almost breathing normally by the time he released my spent cock and finally crawled up beside me to let me taste myself on his tongue.

I introduced Ezekiel to my protein drink breakfast. It was the standard body-builder stuff you could buy anywhere. But, it was a full day’s worth of protein without any fat or carbs. And, it took only a few minutes. I had found it to be a life-saver for my morning schedule.

After a little lounging around, we headed to my gym and spent an hour and a half sweating nearly naked together, but without the happy endings - at least, not until we showered together again.

We’d both developed a love for frottage together. Our dicks were nearly the same size and fit so well against each other. I still couldn’t get enough of the sensation of our balls banging against each other. We both came hard, spraying cum up onto our stomachs and chests before ending our steamy shower.

After grudgingly getting dressed, I took him out to eat at a local diner that opened just in time for the church crowd. We ate and talked for nearly an hour. As we finished up, I had an idea.

“Let’s go park at your school,” I said. 

“What?!” Ezekiel’s eyes were wide.

“Let’s go do something dangerous and fun,” I said. “I want to cum in your mouth in the parking lot of your school.”

He suddenly looked around to see if anyone was listening. I might have said that a little too loudly.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he said.

“No. I want to see my dick in your mouth in the parking lot of your school,” I said. “And, I want to fill it with my cum right there in the front seat of your car.”

“Do you have any idea ....”

“Yes, I do,” I cut him off. “That’s why it’s going to be so amazing. You’re going to be quick, efficient, and hot as hell so you can get it done as fast as possible.

“And when you’re done, I’ll swallow every drop you can give me anywhere you want, as many times as you want all day long.”

My hand was slowly caressing and massaging Ezekiel’s growing cock the entire trip to his school. Within a couple minutes, I had his jeans unzipped and my fingers were giving his swollen head almost as much attention as he could handle while driving. He jumped a couple times when I hit a particular spot.

I wanted to pull his pants down enough to give me full access to his hard, black cock. But, his task was to suck me off in the most dangerous place I could think of. That needed to happen first. Then, I would be happy to handle him any way he chose.

Three minutes later, we were parked as far away from the school building where he worked as we could be while still being technically in the parking lot.

I reclined the passenger seat of his car, pushed my pants to the floor and lay back. He dove on to my already raging cock and swallowed as much as could. He bobbed his black head up and down the full length of my shaft with every stroke, sucking hard and slathering his tongue along my meat. The sensation was more intense than I’d expected. Even Blaise and I had never done this in a public parking lot before. The danger and the lust combined in a hard, fast drive to an explosive orgasm that even Ezekiel’s thick lips couldn’t contain. I watched breathlessly as lines of my bubbly cum ran down his black chin when he finally lifted his head to look at me.

I lifted up to grab his head with my hand and his mouth with my lips to suck as much of my own semen from his sticky tongue as I could get.

A few seconds later his seat was reclining and his pants were on the floor. His stiff cock was almost visibly pulsing as it pointed to the sky aching for release.

I wasted no time getting Ezekiel down my throat. I didn’t even pull up my own pants. I know I left a few stains on his car seat as my dying cock dribbled semen while I sucked his own out of him.

I licked and sucked and worked his cock around my mouth until he was completely limp and I was certain I had every drop he had to give. We were dressed and pulling out of the parking lot before our breathing had returned to normal.

When we got back to the Lodge I immediately grabbed a camera and checked that it was loaded. I pushed Ezekiel down on the couch and began shooting pictures of him, directing his poses as if we were in a New York fashion shoot. I burned through a roll in just a couple minutes.

“Now,” I said as I rewound and changed film. “Take off that shirt.”

I shot a few frames of him shirtless showing his face lying back on the couch, his arms over his head. Then I moved in to get close-ups of his dark chest and heavy lips. I reached out and placed my white left hand against the center of his chest and fired off a couple shots. I pushed a white finger into his luscious lips and clicked away. One of my favorite shots was of my light pink hand holding his face gently as his eyes instinctively closed. A couple shots included my bright fist pulling on his jeans.

With a little behind the scenes work, I had a few shots of my hand pulling down his zipper. Then, my fingers were plowing through his wiry black pubic hair. Next his half-hard black cock was in my white fist.

Eventually, I had shots of almost every phase of me seducing, jacking, and even licking his midnight meat. By the time his pants were completely off, I even had close-ups of drops of precum on his cock head and stringing off my white fingers.

I quickly set up a tripod and remote shutter release and burned an entire roll of me licking and sucking Ezekiel to an excited, breathless orgasm that filled my throat. But, I made sure to to save a couple frames for the few drops I let escape my lips to run down his black shaft.

I quickly grabbed another loaded camera and shot his sweaty face as he caught his breath and his spent cock as it lost its stiffness and fell to a sticky, wrinkled noodle.

I reloaded as he recovered.

“Now, you need to shoot me doing the same thing to you,” he said, hoarsely.

I ran out of the room quickly to grab a third camera so there wouldn’t be any interruptions. I stripped my shirt off and positioned myself on the couch in front of the tripod to duplicate the shots of his hands on my chest and stomach and pulling on my jeans. These we recreated while Ezekiel still was breathing heavily.

I watched him caress and jack my own dick through the viewfinder while I shot frame after frame of his black hands on my pink and white skin.

When that roll was finished he slowed down, but never, stopped while I reloaded a camera with a fresh roll of film and focused on his thick lips and wet, pink tongue slowly loving my stiff cock.

I could barely breath by the time I shot a couple frames of my white cum running over those fat lips. The last two shots caught more semen glistening off the black back of his fist as it choked the throbbing, red head of my dick.

Once we both were spent and had caught our breath, we got down to the business of shooting more serious, more artistic photos of his beautiful black body in almost every pose I’d already shot of myself for Blaise. Twelve rolls later, I was ready to go back to shooting pictures of the two of us together, his black skin against my white and vice versa.

But, we decided to take a break and have a couple beers. We both still were naked as we dropped on to the couch.

Somehow we got around to talking about our fantasies. Ezekiel had always wanted to be with a white guy. I told him he could mark that one off his list many, many times. He said doing it in a car also was something he could check off.

When it got to my turn I had trouble coming up any fantasies. My life was a fantasy. I had way more sex than I should with multiple people. I got paid and adored for having sex and playing with myself. I had two amazing boyfriends with no drama or tension.

The only thing I could think of was a very recent thought.

“I think I’d like to be the middle of an Oreo,” I said.

Ezekiel’s look said everything he was thinking.

“I’ve been with one amazing black guy,” I explained. “I’d like to be the white part between two black guys. Y’know, get it from both ends.”

“That’s interesting,” Ezekiel said. “I mean, I guess I could do your mouth.”

“Let me know if you think of any friends that fit the requirements,” I said.

“Requirements?”

“Uh, black, gay, and willing to do a white guy in a threesome.”

Talking about sex fantasies must have aroused something in my friend. Before I knew it his hand was resting on my thigh just millimeters from my relaxed cock. Just seeing and feeling his hand so close gave me an idea and a rush of arousal.

I grabbed a camera and began shooting his blackness against my white thigh so close to my limp dick. His fingers moved toward me as if on their own while I continued to shoot their advance.

He slowly slid his fingertips up my curled shaft to my smooth bulbous balls, the only sound the click of my shutter.

Ezekiel isolated and kneaded my balls carefully, lovingly as I recorded the event. In a few seconds my cock began to grow and my breath became heavier.

I continued shooting as he forced my cock to rock hardness and then began kissing his way up my stomach and chest. I had to stop when his mouth was too close for my lens to focus. He pushed my hand and camera away from my face to push his sensuous mouth onto mine.

Needless to say, in another 30 minutes we both were spent and breathless again. I still hadn’t gotten the tamer shots of our contrasting skin tones together and it was almost seven.  

“You can take those pictures any time,” he said, his mouth close enough to mine that I was breathing his exhaled air. “It’s not like I won’t be back here tomorrow.”