I had the perfect life until the fall. I had a super sexy fiancé, a great six-figure job, a great family, I had it all. I was 27 when I made a trip to Tulsa for work. Sitting at the dinner table with some co-workers, our waiter and I recognized each other. He was from the same town as I am, and he was a few years older than I, but it was a very small town so I knew who he was and knew that he was gay. On our way out he stopped me and briefly spoke with me. I don't know why but I gave him my business card. A few days later he e-mailed me and we started talking, and decided to hang out the next time I was in town.
A few weeks later I was back in town, I e-mailed him and we met up for a drink. We had a great time and then he asked if I wanted to go back to his place for another drink. I told him I had to get back to the hotel and call my fiancé. We continued e-mailing each other for weeks and really seem to hit it off. The next time I was in town I e-mailed him and he was at home and said that I could come over, and for some reason I did. We had a few drinks and were having a great time. He was a little hands-on, but nothing to aggressive. We started hanging out more and more and things started to move further.
The next weekend I came back to town and went to his place and we went down to the pool and were having drinks with his friends. They kept asking about me and he told them that I was just a friend and wasn't gay. I had the perfect life, but this was really changing things 'cause I was really starting to think about him as more than a friend. We kept drinking and then went back to his apartment 'cause I had to go back home, but as soon as we got to the apartment he started ripping my shorts off. Then I heard a noise in a different part of the apartment. I asked "What was that?" He replied "It's my dad. We share this apartment" whereupon he lead me to his bedroom, where, behind closed doors, we removed each other's clothing. I was so turned on and couldn't wait. I threw a condom on and fucked him so hard for about 15 seconds before I had one of the best orgasms I ever experienced. I stayed for a few hours and we fucked several times. I was sure to wear a condom every time 'cause I was worried about catching something. I couldn't believe it - I was fucking a guy! And it was amazing!! Months went on and we started seeing each other more and more until I ended-up breaking-off my engagement. I started spending more time with him but his dad really made me nervous. He always looked at me like he wanted to hurt me. He was a bigger black male and looked like he had lived a rough life, and I while unspoken, I assumed he didn't like his son being fucked by a guy, a white guy at that.
I couldn't believe what was going on. I went from having a sexy ass, big tittied blonde goddess to being in a relationship with a black GUY. He finally told me about his dad one night when we were watching a movie, saying his mom caught his father fucking a guy in their bed. She had promptly left his dad, and, and, together with my new-found buddy, had moved to the town I had been raised. Father and son hadn't had any contact for more or less 15 years when my buddy found out his dad was a homeless drug addict and had lost everything and been living on the streets for several years. He also found out his dad had AIDS, either from sharing needles or barebacking strangers. He let his dad move in as long as he straightened up his act, and it seemed that he had. His dad received medical treatment and apparently joined Narcotics Anonymous, so father and son got along reasonably well, notwithstanding they had had little time with each other. I told him that I was sorry he had had having to go through the experience, but he replied "I'm glad to have my dad back and help him out" and I think he was telling the truth: when I watched their interactions, I got the impression they really enjoyed each other's company. Even still I felt even more creeped-out by the father, but I dealt with it for the sake of the company of his son.
When his birthday came around I took the day off so I could go see him. We went out and had a few drinks and dinner then back to his place where we had one amazing night of debauchery. I realized I was starting to think of the guy as more than a sex partner, that my emotions were following an unexpected course of development. The next morning I woke up. My friend was already left for work so put on my underwear and went to the kitchen to get a coffee. Then I heard the sound of his father coming down the hallway. I turned around to say "Good morning" and locked-eyes on his father walking into the kitchen, buck naked. I tried not to look but he was HUGE, at least seven inches (even soft!) and very thick. I quickly looked up tried to gloss over the clumsiness asking "How are you?" He didn't say anything just got a drink of water. While he stood there, right next to me, I couldn't help but look at his huge cock and of course he noticed. He turned away heading back to his room and then he asked "Can you help me real in here?" Why I replied "Sure" I'll never know, but I followed him into his room.
We got in there and he asked me to straighten-out his blankets. Although I thought his request odd, I began to do so, whereupon he shut the bedroom door, approached me, his intentions fairly clear. I backed up, only to trip over, onto the bed. I sat there, knowing where this exchange was going - his monster cock was staring me in the face. "Suck it" he ordered. I attempted to take control of the situation by talking my way out of the mess, but he simultaneously grabbed his cock the back of my head. I took him into my mouth, sucking with unexpected enthusiasm. I was truly unexpectedly excited. He ordered me to hold out my hand, and as I did so, he squirted lube in my hand, saying "Jerk me." I lubed-up that huge cock thinking 'Is he going to cum in my face'? But no, he had other plans. Then he yanked me to me feet, spun me around, pushed me over onto the bed and jumped on top of me. "No" I said repeatedly, "You can't fuck me" but he replied only "You're not going to get me all turned on and leave me hard." I attempted to reason with him, saying "I'm with your son. I shouldn't be in here." But he retorted simply "He's not here."
Again I said "Seriously, I don't want to fuck with you!" but he drove his elbow in the back of my neck, and held me down. I could feel his bare cock pushing slipping between my ass cheeks, heading towards my virgin hole. I pleaded with him "Please don't fuck me like this" but he slapped the back of my head, and even as my ears were still ringing, he pushed harder and finally his cock head entered me. It hurt so bad. I certainly wasn't turned on anymore. I couldn't believe what was happening - I was being raped. He grunted "You're gonna take it all and you won't walk right for weeks" as he pushed even deeper. He was splitting me in half as he started fucking me even harder. Actual tears of pain dripped down my cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut as he fucked me harder and harder. The he shouted "Take it, you fucking whore" as he came, pumping his poison seed into my ass. Then he abruptly pulled-out and said "Fuck, yeah - that was amazing" as he lit a cigarette. I just lay there not opening my eyes, trying to make sense of what had happened. Then to my surprise he started rubbing my back, then climbed back on top of me, pushed his cock back into my ass, asking "Do you want it again?" I didn't say anything. He ordered me to tell him I wanted his load. I shook my head 'yes'. Again he fucked me, and this time he went forever! He utterly ripped me apart, blowing his second deadly load deep into my ass. Then he rolled over and fell into a sound sleep. I lay there for a a few minutes, rose quietly, and grabbed my clothing and snuck out.
Part 2
