Luther's Loving

"Here's that case you asked for, Boss," Luther said, placing a file onto Douglas's desk. It was almost the end of the day -- even Katie had left.

"Thanks, Luther," Douglas said, appraising the 6'7 Black man in front of him. The man was a specimen, no doubt -- dark chocolate skin, thick and muscular body, big feet. He shivered. "You want to share a drink? It's Friday, after all."

"Don't mind if I do," Luther said, sitting down in the guest chair. Douglas stood up, his hands shaking as he poured Luther from the bottle of whiskey he kept in his lower drawer, adding a couple of ice cubes.

They sat and discussed Alonzo's case, but the conversation eventually drifted to their love life, or lack thereof. And then, both dreaded and desired, Luther stood up, took three steps over, and tugged the smaller white man to his feet, kissing him. And though half of Douglas wanted to break it off, to flee, to fight, to do anything else, he surrendered in the moment, his lips parting to the younger Black man's tongue.

"I've wanted to do that for awhile now," Luther said. His hands were clawing at Douglas's tight white ass. "Haven't had any boypussy since I was in." He roughly undid Douglas's belt, tugging down the slacks and tighty whities, exposing his ass and his small white cock, with the huge white balls.

"Yeah, you're a pussy alright," Luther said, chuckling darkly. "C'mon, white boy, I know you're curious."

Douglas nodded his head shakily, his hands still with a full tremor as they undid Luther's pants. Luther wore a black jockstrap, and Douglas tugged it down, exposing an eight inch prick, rapidly growing to a hefty ten inch Black cock.

"Oh ... oh God," Douglas said.

"C'mon, make friends with it, white boy," Luther said urgently. "Be my punk."

Douglas dropped to his knees, kissing the balls, even larger then his, and starting to lap up and down the large, weighty shaft. Luther said down into Douglas's chair, spreading his thighs wide, giving Douglas ample access to him.

Douglas spent the next half hour tasting and sucking every bit of flesh he could find, his small white penis aching and ignored. And when Luther's cock was seeping Douglas's drool, Luther tugged the smaller white man to his feet, bending him over his own desk.

"Oh, Luther, I'm not so sure," Douglas stammered.

"Shhh," Luther said. "You ain't the first white boy I've broke."

Douglas screwed his eyes shut tight as he felt lubed fingers press into his virgin ass. One meaty, prick sized finger ... and then a second. And then thick lips on his earlobe.

"You need to relax now, baby," Luther whispered.

Douglas tried, feeling that monster cock against his asshole, pushing and lubrication and pushing and lubrication. Pain and pushing and lubrication, until there was a pop, as the head of Luther's cock pushed into him.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck," Douglas whined. He cried on his desk, from the pain, from the humiliation, from loathing what he'd resorted to ... until it started to feel better. Until his ass started to milk Luther. Until his small white penis was stiff again.

"That's right, you my punk now. I wanted this for so long, and its mine now," Luther said, humping his new boy, his huge balls colliding with Douglas's with every stroke.

"Yours ... your pussy," Douglas moaned. That big Black cock buried into his ass time and again, until it exploded into Douglas, filling him with potent seed. And the pressure on his prostate triggered him, causing him to explode his own thick juices onto the floor. Both men panted for long moments, and even after Luther softened up, he still felt enormous back there.

"Let's go back to your place, baby," Luther said into Douglas's ear. Douglas nodded weakly.