(m/m) Tanner: Deion breaks me in the night before

Here you go. This is why Deion and Tanner are so horny today and why they make such a great team. Warning: this has gay sex.

POV: Tanner

“Tanner!”

“Man it's good to see you. It's been too long, brother!” I give Deion a manly one-arm hug.

Deion is still in the Marines, but I have since gone on to the corporate world, and our bank accounts show the difference. You don't serve your country for the money. It's the first time he's visited me in my new apartment on the 28th floor of a modern building near downtown. The views are monstrous, and I have two comfortable chairs positioned in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window where I sit and just think.

Deion comes out of the shower in a robe. He's taken an overnight flight from somewhere in the Middle East straight to my place. He'll be with me for a couple days before taking another flight to spend Christmas with his parents before heading back.

“I put a drink there for you if you want,” I say.

“Man, thanks. That was a long flight. And the shit I've been dealing with over there... I'll tell you about it later.”

I understand. We met overseas in that exact environment. Deion is my best friend. We've had each other's backs and risked our lives for each other plenty of times. He'll talk about it when he's ready. “If you want to just crash, I won't be offended.”

“I slept a little on the plane. I'd rather catch up and...” his voice trails off, but I know what he wants.

We talk for a while about other stuff. He asks me about the ladies. I'm not seeing anyone seriously, but I've had some fun lately and tell him all about it. Deion has spent the last six months deployed, but he shared some fun he had on his last leave at least, and there's a girl he knew from high school he's looking forward to reconnecting with when he flies to his parents' place later. For Deion, that's a guarantee of sex. He's a total hunk with the ladies, tall at 6'3”, and a very good-looking black man.

His robe is coming undone on the chair. This is not an accident. Out of the corner of my eye, I see part of his dick, thick when soft, reminding who owns this room.

"I'd love some release," he says when he finishes his drink.

I should say no. I'm ashamed of the gay desires that only Deion has ever coaxed out of me. But I gave up on that denial a long time ago. "Man, you know all you have to do is ask."

He stands and moves in front of me, still wearing one of my bathrobes. I grin as I untie it and let the robe part, replacing the impressive city view with something exponentially better. Any chance of resisting these urges vanishes when I see it up close.

Deion is chiseled, a total hardbody honed through years in the Corps. I see his defined abs in the space between the sides of the robe. But that's not the best part. Just below my eye level is the most impressive, delicious Big Black Cock you could imagine. He's hanging big with a solid semi, since he's anticipating what I am about to willingly do for him. He's freshly shaved everywhere down there from his shower, just like I like it. His foreskin is intact, covering the mammoth head even as he is half hard.

I eagerly clasp the base and pump it twice, then steer the heavy unit up to my hungry mouth. I close my eyes as I wrap my lips around the pulsing flesh. One of his hands rubs my head affectionately as I slide my lips down his shaft, taking more of him in.

I enjoy the familiar scent of his flesh, his own unique, masculine signature. It's taboo, and that makes it hotter for me. It's gay. He's black. Our time together is our secret.

After two bobs of my head, he's fully hard. Deion is very potent. His length has grown to where I can't fit more than about half of him comfortably in my mouth. I grip the base to augment the pleasure I deliver with my mouth. I'm really good that this. He's given me lots of opportunities to practice.

I feel his bloated, proportionately large balls against the back of my hand. I know that if I keep this up, the release will be hard to handle. He will flood my mouth with an epic load. My boxer shorts are already damp with my own precome. I absolutely love sucking Deion's dick. I've lost count of how many loads he's shot down my throat over the years. His is the only dick I've ever sucked, the only dick I've ever wanted to suck. He's the only man I would ever do this for. Even if we were interested in exploring other men, which we're not, there's no way either of us would trust someone else with this secret.

A few minutes go by, and I limit myself to steady bobs of my head with light pressure and some cupping of the balls. This is just a tease, letting him relax and enjoy my mouth for a while before I make him come.

Then I transition into the power move, applying stronger suction, still at a slow pace. Speed isn't needed to get Deion off. I begin the tongue flourishes, twirling and pressing hard into the sensitive area right under the head. I am so attuned to him, I sense his breathing changes immediately, and I can make him come at will. But I'm not ready for this to end.

I let him plop out, I squeeze, and a drop of cum oozes out. Precome maybe, but I note the white-ish tint. I lap up his essence, savor it, then look up at him and grin. I'm well into my blow job end-game now.

My butt tingles. A new craving simmers. I'm still virgin there, but I'm dilated to almost an inch with the neck of the plug, with almost two inches of diameter inside. I've been training to be ready, but there's only so much you can do to get ready for Deion's size.

"Why did you stop? Take my load, Tanner," he growls, hand in my hair.

I let go of his cock and stand. I'm inches from his face, the closest we will ever come to kissing. That's not our thing. "I'm ready to give what you really want," I say, dramatically unzipping and lowering my pants. "I want you to fuck me."

"Finally. You fucking tease," Deion laughs, eyes darkening with hunger. "Been waiting to claim that ass for years."

He's always wanted to top me and has requested it many times. I always say no. No matter how many loads he shoots down my throat, I just felt like letting him fuck me is one step too far. I can't ever come back from that. I'll always be the guy that let another guy fuck him in the ass.

But I want to give this to him. He deserves it after being overseas for so long, and I've matured, accepted my own dark desires, and I want to try.

I take my boxers off, but I leave my socks and long sleeve dress shirt on. I'm nowhere near Deion's size, and my cock is standing firm almost to my belly because I'm so hot for him. Deion takes in the sight and grins too.

I'm six feet tall, a few inches shorter than Deion. I've kept up the fitness since I left the Marines, mostly for my health and because it helps me succeed with the ladies. But in the back of my mind, I'm always thinking I want to have a nice butt ready for Deion for when I finally submit and take him. I've kept the muscles strong, full buttocks and a trim waist. I shave, and just a trimmed patch above my cock remains.

“I want you to take me here, in front of the entire city," I say. "I'll bend over and grip the chair."

"Sounds perfect. Are you ready for Big Black Cock? You haven't been letting someone else tap this have you? You better still be virgin for me."

"Of course not. There will always be only you. I've been training to be ready."

I lean partway over the chair, reach back, pull the plug, wince as the widest part slides out my opening. The slick, wet pop echoes in the quiet room. I grin and toss it on the chair and hand him the lube I had pre-stage nearby.

I spread my legs and bend at the waist and arch my back. The cool air hits my slightly gaped hole, and I feel exposed, ****, ready. He always comes up behind me and slaps my ass or does something else fun when he asks to fuck me, so I know he wants to bend me over. I'd love to see his lust for me in his eyes as he takes me, but submissive doggie is great, too.

I hear him squirting lube, lathering up his enormous erection, then one hand grips my waist, and I know I'm about to be impaled.

There's no condom. No barrier will ever come between us to lessen what we have. We got to know each other with complete trust on the battlefield, and it translates here. The thick head presses against my opening.

“You honor me,” he says. A weird thing to say perhaps, but I love it.

“The honor is mine,” I reply.

No warmup needed. The plug has me as ready as I'll be. He's bigger and it's going to hurt, but he's worth it.

Deion pushes, and my hole stays closed and just pushes in ahead of the head. We both chuckle.

"Damn," Deion says. "Open that sweet ass for me."

"Trying," I grunt.

The next push gets the tip in. Steady pressure fights against my clench. I have to let him in or it doesn't work. I have more control than I thought.

I bear down on him inside to open and relax everything. I groan as the head almost pops in, just that ridge remaining out, and it really hurts. I'm completely relaxed, the gates are wide open, and I still can't fit him.

"Come on, Tanner," Deion coaches, slapping my ass playfully. "I've waited too long for this. Don't deny me now."

He leaves the tip in and pushes harder. I bear down, push back to meet him, and muscles stretch, tissues expand more than they ever have. The head finally pops inside.

The stretch is incredible. I'm overwhelmed, muscles spasming painfully around the head in panic, my thighs trembling. "Whew! Arggh!" I moan. I scoot my hips forward, and the head pops out.

"Sorry," I say. "Hurts more than I thought it would," I say.

How embarrassing. Any experienced bottom would rightfully mock me.

"That's virgin ass, I don't mind working to get it in," he says hungrily.

But Deion was in me. I'm not a virgin anymore. No time for shame, I only feel exhilaration. I feel so alive. I got this.

I'm fully conquered on his next push. I accept the head, stay in control and relaxed, and Deion continues deeper, slow and respectful. Inch after inch of thick, delicious black cock slides into my backdoor.

The fullness, the thrill of accepting him, the total submission... it's a huge rush.

No man could ever measure up to Deion. I already love getting fucked in the ass, and I will never submit to another man. I will never settle for less.

About two-thirds inside, Deion backs out, then gives me two more partial pumps, then pushes deeper, tentative, exploring my body and my limits. I rock back to meet him, and I engulf all but the last inch of his cock. I'm completely owned and impaled now. He's so deep. "Oh my God," I breathe. "Oof. It's too big."

"Look at my black cock splitting those trembling white cheeks. It's beautiful. That's your limit. In time, you will adjust inside for me and be able to take all of me."

"I will always do what I can to better please you," I groan.

“You were worth the wait. That's so fucking tight, it's perfect,” he moans.

“Of course. I've been saving it for you..” Like I'd ever be anything other than tight around someone so large inside me!

Pump. Pump. Pump. He's taking his time. I can't believe how lucky I am to be here, right now, to have this wonderful man inside me. Slow strokes continue to break me in, to awaken me to my obligations and true calling. But gradually, Deion asserts himself more.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” I'm getting noisy. The pumps are coming a little harder now. I love the dull thud when his strong hips slam into my butt, throwing me slightly off balance, and I have to brace harder against the chair to counter his most welcome onslaught. I look back for the first time, and our eyes meet for a second. He's consumed with lust and a desire to come, and he's so into me, he loves being inside my body. His enthusiasm is contagious. I love getting fucked by Deion!

I'm still rock hard completely aroused mentally in addition to the stroking sensations feeling great now. It still hurts, but I barely notice. His dick feels so good as it rubs against my sensitive channel. My prostate area is lit up from this angle of intercourse and considering his sheer size. Deion reaches around occasionally to clasp my cock, and each time I almost come. Then there's the mental stimulation, the awesomeness of knowing what I am doing, allowing myself to be taken like this, the pure joy of submitting to a powerful black man to be used for his pleasure, a man I would do anything for, the only man.

My butt stretches, loosens, and its natural tightness starts to temporarily fade away as Big Black Cock takes its toll. The sensations will diminish for him. The laxity is a normal part of our lovemaking and inevitable, but it also allows him to move faster now, when he wants to most as he nears orgasm. The speed adds friction to compensate for the lessening tightness as our session enters its final stage. He slaps my ass hard again, the jolt of pain lighting up my pleasure centers.

“There you go, you're starting to accept me. You're mine now, Tanner,” he says in a deep voice. "Whenever I ask, you will bend the knee and take my cock in your ass."

“I am only yours,” I echo, thrilling at the promise of more.

My body has adapted to its new purpose, and I feel just enough space now where I can tell the difference when I contract my muscles inside to embrace the massive intruder that is rocking my core. I rock my body against him in time with his thrusts and squeeze his cock, milking him as best I can, learning my new role and how best to get him off.

"Good," he groans, sensing my adjustment. "Very good." He slows his strokes and penetrates only part way, ensuring the sensitive first half of his cock experiences the rippling massage of my strength inside near the front. His angle of attack is driving more downward in me, grinding out stimulation on the sensitive underside of his cock as his hips also move in a circular motion at the end of his range, wielding my body for his pleasure. This feels even better for me.

I can tell by how strong his grip is on my hips how close he is to orgasm. Yeah, he's close.

“I want to taste it,” I say. He's in charge, I'm submitting to him. But I choose how he finishes. I own his load.

“Now,” he says, pulling his cock from my ass and leaving me with an impressive gape, if we even had time to stop and enjoy this impressive sight.

I quickly turn and kneel in front of him. Even though Deion has already passed his point of no return, he has the control needed to wait until he's lined up for the perfect shot before ejaculating.

He's looking down at me and holding his cock. I open my mouth, and the first spurt of cum rockets out, passing my outstretched tongue to saturate the back of my throat. He's been saving up.

I inhale, but I don't swallow yet. His spunky scent fills my senses, and I love it. The next two spurts of are equally impressive, and this time my tongue is drenched in semen. The funky taste hits me, so taboo, taking a man's load!

He seats the wide head on my tongue, then pushes an inch inside my mouth to finish. My tongue caresses the ridge of flesh behind the head, and I replace his hand with mine on the shaft to milk him to completion. I'm **** to swallow to allow more of his semen to pool up in my mouth.

I keep pumping as Deion rewards me with very appreciative moans as his cock twitches and pulses, ejecting the rest of his essence. I swallow again. The head is coated in spunk thanks to him putting it on my tongue earlier. I twirl my tongue around it, collecting as much of the sticky goo as I can. Then I squeeze him harder in my grip, forcing out one last large dollop. I pause for a few seconds, just breathing and enjoying the taste, then I swallow two more times. By now he's starting to soften. I reluctantly release his spent unit.

“Damn,” he says in relief. “Well done.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle. "Welcome home, Marine."

It just keeps getting better and better with Deion.

I'm changed forever, and I know it. It's not the taste of his cum in my mouth. I've drained him dozens of times over the years. It's the sore, lingering gape in my stretched-out butthole. That's a much bigger deal, a more thorough submission. I'll never be the same after this, but it feels right.

Thanks for reading my main gay sex chapter. This is my first stab at writing m/m, so if you like it, I'd really appreciate a comment or a like (and if it sucks, let me know, too). And I appreciate the help with the male perspective from a certain person; you know who you are.