White Daddy, Black Son

by Joe D My heart raced when the door opened and Shawn walked into my living room. We had connected on the net and had chatted for a couple weeks before our first meeting. He was gorgeous: tall, chocolate brown. Almost 6 foot tall, he looked me eye to eye. And then both of our eyes surveyed what was in front of us. His smile lit the room as he flashed his approval. I was still breathless at his raw, classic beauty. "Let me take a shower first," he said as he made his way down the hall, instinctively knowing where the bathroom was. I had already showered and was waiting in boxers and a tee. My 7.5 inch cock was raging and dripping just from the sight of him in clothes. I paced as I waited for him to open the door. The perfect human male body emerged from the bathroom. Broad shoulders, pecs of a Greek god, 6 pack rippling down his stomach, legs solid and firm. Only a folded towel covered his bronze cock and balls. His smile still flashed as he walked toward me and I reached out to take his body into my arms. Damn he felt good. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy," his hands already grasping my cock which is thick and hard. I pulled him close, covered his mouth with mine. Our tongues explored. Reaching, tasting, searching. My hands slide down his back and under the towel, pulling it free to release his hard cock against mine. He had already dropped my boxers to the floor. We kissed. Our cocks did battle as two swords sharing blows. I led him to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and took my swollen cock into his mouth. Deep, deeper. Licking, sucking, grabbing my balls. Sliding his finger down and penetrating my asshole. My hands were on his head, I was feeding my cock into his mouth. "Fuck! You are so thick, Daddy." The only words as he again swallowed my ragging cock. I'd had enough. I pushed him back on the bed. My hands slide up his solid stomach and over his chest. His nipples between my fingers as my mouth went down over the end of his engorged cock. His legs went up over my shoulders. Solid, firm legs. I could feel his muscles twitch against my bearded cheeks. "Yes, Daddy. Yes!" I pushed his knees upward, raising his cock and balls to my face. I licked, then sucked one ball and then the other into my mouth. Pulling, teasing, rolling them with my tongue inside my mouth. My tongue moved down as I licked beneath his balls and toward his black asshole. "Oh, Daddy. It's yours, Daddy. Take it. Please take it." I licked around, on and in his asshole. His body quivered and shook. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Now, Daddy. Now." Still standing by the edge of the bed, my hands behind his knees spreading his legs wide open, I placed the head of my trembling cock at the door of his ass. I leaned forward, his hands around my shaft directing it into his hole. I could feel his ass muscle tense and then relax as he controlled himself for the invasion. Slowly he guided my cock into his asshole. Slowly I lowered my body forward. Slowly he pushed his ass back against me. Inch by inch I could feel my rigid cock invade his asshole. Inch by inch I could feel his body continue to relax and he got accustomed to the thickness of my cock inside of him. Inch by inch he received me with whimpers and moans and sounds turning from pain to pleasure. Inch by inch this white daddy possessed this black son's ass. This was more than sex. This was more than just a casual meeting. This was a connection. A moment to be repeated over and over. A connection of two men. One older and white. The other younger and black. A connection of body, mind, and spirit. Was there lust? You had better believe it. But the lust turned to more of a craving to join totally and completely with one another. As time past and we saw more of each other, my black son also began to fuck me. We kissed. We cuddled. We held each other close. We talked. We laughed. We played. But more than anything, we made love.