Dreams Come True

From: Giovanni Major Mastrogiacomo

Dreams really can come true. It’s happened for me; a hairy, black angel
stepped out of my imagination and into the sauna at the gym.

Hairy men unhinge me; I cannot be held accountable for my actions when in
the presence of a hairy hunkster. A BLACK hairy hunkster is simply too
amazing and to unusual to resist. Working out one day, I saw one of those
drop-dead gorgeous kinds of guys doing bench presses. Sleek, sweaty, dark
skin and muscle enough to attract the attention of the most stoic closet
cases.

Short-cropped hair, at least a couple of day’s worth of wickers shadowed
his handsome, angular face and he had a chin dimple! How can anyone resist
a chin dimple?! He had enormous brown eyes and (of course) the requisite
forest of eyelashes under heavy eyebrows.

As he lay on his back, straining with the burden of the free-weights, his
arms stuck out of a shirt where the sleeve were torn off, not cut, torn.
His biceps bulged like cannon balls under his damp, milk chocolate skin.
He’d wrapped his (big) feet around the legs of the bench while growling and
hefting the barbell so that his straining pushed his groin into the air.
His cobweb-thin sweatpants accented the fact that he was quite endowed, I
would have given away several members of my immediate family for a chance
to be his right pant leg, hugging his thigh and unholy sized cock and
balls.

My eyes were locked on target. Until I stumbled on my treadmill…

OK, I had an erection, it was obvious, and then I drew attention to myself.
Exit, stage right.

Managing to hide my predicament while I snuck into the shower room, I was
freezing myself under a cold shower in a corner of the huge room, lined
with at least twenty four shower heads, but only three other naked men. I
was shivering and my teeth were chattering but my trusty dick stayed
strong. It’s always been that way, no amount of freezing water will put
down my cock once it’s up and wanting to go.

It didn’t seem very busy in the locker room so I wasn’t completely panicked
but I was getting frost bite in that damn cold shower. Just when I thought
the coast was clear, I made a dash for the sauna but the young jock taking
a shower turned around and I’m sure he got an eye-full. Oh well, I was
sure he’d be gone by the time I thawed out.

I quickly hurried out of the shower room, into the sauna, only to stand
naked, and erect, in front of four men. Three of them I saw there all the
time and one was just some old codger with his head in his hands. There
was no denying it, as fast as I hid myself behind my towel; it was way to
slow to prevent me from being seen. So I pretended nothing was out of the
ordinary (which was half true) and proceeded to spread my towel out on the
bench.

I lay down and let the guys get a good look at my bouncing erection before
flipping over onto my stomach. My eyes weren’t completely closed so I saw
how one guy pulled on his already half-hard cock and the other guy, next to
him, crossed his legs, trapping his package out of sight. The fourth guy,
sitting at my feet, rushed out of the room. The one guy’s cock continued
to grow as he scratched and tried to be casual about pulling on himself so
my own cock was certainly not about to go back to sleep.

Opening the door to the little hot room, the jock that saw my erection in
the shower joined us, no towel, no nothing. What a body, holy cats. He
stood next to the clinking, clanking heating unit, flexing his ass muscles
and making a show of stretching his arms out, you know, the whole routine.

The old codger shuffled out, the half hard guy was now openly masturbating
while he watched the jock’s backside and the other guy who’d crossed his
legs was now spreading them, allowing himself to be handled by the
masturbator. If I had one, I’m sure the alarm on my pacemaker would have
gone off — big time!

I felt the lube just gushing out of my cock, soaking my towel as I rested
my head on my hands watching the show. From where I was, I could tell the
jock was also getting a hard-on. When in Rome…!

Twirling around, freeing my attention-starved cock, my feet hadn’t even
landing on the lower bench when my drooling, slimy erection was immediately
swallowed by the jock. I almost came but he caught me with a tooth and
that effectively postponed things.

The masturbator buried his face in the jock’s ass as the other guy took
over yanking his own cock.
As the jock did magical things to my cock, he pushed his fingers through
the furry-coating on my legs, grabbed hands full of fur on my stomach, and
plowed his fingers up to my tits. Either he liked my cock or he liked my
hairy body (or the face in his ass) because he was whimpering, groaning,
and growling up a storm.

It didn’t take long before his vocalizations got more panicked and suddenly
his knees buckled as his head flew back and he sprayed me with cum. The
guy with his face in the jock’s ass had reached threw the guys legs and was
milking him hard. Pop after pop, the jock splashed onto me as his
unfocused eyes locked onto mine. The very definition of Heaven seemed to
be expressed on his sweet face as his hairless balls emptied themselves.

Pulling his hand back, the masturbator stood up and quickly started
peppering the floor with his juices. The jock reached down and squeezed
the guys balls and that seemed to be just what the last onlooker needed.
Blurring with speed, the guy seemed to be trying to yank his cock right off
when his lungs exploded in a rush of air and his dick shot one phenomenally
huge, thick rope of cum. It shot up over his shoulder and landed on the
upper bench behind him but after that mega shot he could only squeeze out a
few dribbles of overflow.

I grabbed my cock, knowing it would take half a second to start spraying
them all, when the sauna door opened, sending everyone into a tizzy ending
with me sitting there, my dick in the air as the other guys rushed out. I
didn’t even want to see who saw my cock this time. I closed my eyes as I
quickly twisted back, face down onto my towel. My heart was pounding and
so was my cock. I needed to have an orgasm something fierce. I was afraid
when I actually did get to cum my whole cock was going to blow apart from
the pressure.

My breathing was almost back to normal when a cooing, deep voice softly
said, “I get off on that smell, don’t you?”

He sounded like Barry White — and as Martha says, “That’s a good thing.”

I turned to face the speaker and my heart rate shot back up to overdrive.
Sitting across from me, completely naked, his groin at my eye level was the
black guy who had the cobweb pants. For the first time in my life, I
stared, open mouthed in total awe.

Whatever my face looked like, it must have been worth a thousand words. He
started laughing. Rumbling thunder, washed across the divide, sweeping my
mind away with the echo of his sound. Never before in my life had I ever
seen a black man like the vision before me at that moment. (And coming
from this old whore — that says something!)

Long, massive, hairy legs. REALLY hairy legs. The hairiest legs I’d ever
encountered on a black man. One leg was bent, his foot on the edge of the
seat, giving me a clear view of his impossible testicles as they rested in
their velvety sack, pooled between his legs. A thick, dark flaccid cock
draped down, to hang over the edge of the seat. At first, I wasn’t sure of
what I was seeing, but it was clear; even soft, the man’s cock was an easy
twelve inches or more.

“Man, I have never been complimented like THAT before. You should see your
face, cousin.”

My eyes crawled their way up through his thick pubic hair, making their way
through the hairy forest covering his stomach and reach all the way up to
the base of his neck. A strong, glistening smooth neck, a perfect little
podium on which to place his perfectly proportioned head, with its lean,
angular face.

Smiling, he revealed perfect teeth, blinding white, uniformly shaped, and
positioned exactly as they should be. A wide smile framed by wet, lushes
lips, the kind of lips that were made for kissing. Kissing slowly,
passionately, and everlastingly. A Roman nose, narrow, long, and straight,
not the typical shape one would expect to find. Balanced on either side of
the narrow bridge, enormous eyes with whites as bright as his teeth,
accented in the centers by a light brown iris.

Oddly hued, but softly hypnotizing eyes with butterfly-wing lashes, far to
long and thick for a fair share. His big black tufts of eyebrows were so
perfectly and uniformly placed above his eyes that they nearly looked like
appliques. They lithely moved in a thousand directions at once, like
nervous caterpillars.

When our eyes met, his animated brows approached each other, curling upward
just before they met as that deep, rumbling thunder spoke again. “You
should really breathe. It’s not good not to.”

At last, my paralysis vanished. His words were like the magical elixir I
prayed for. Without a word or thought, I sat up, continuing to examine his
hairy, amazing physique. Truly, the man must have been wrought by the hand
of God himself.

“OK, now you’re getting to me. I like all the hairy body stuff but I like
even more the erection. Very few, I mean very, very few men ever get to me.
And nobody has done it quite like you have.”

I saw his penis start to lengthen, and hang farther over the edge of the
bench.

“I’m–I’m sorry. Wow. You’re amazing. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve
ever seen.” I tried to make more words but all I heard was my own
croaking.

He chuckled again. His eyes dipped down and back up again as he crooned,
“I’m not giving you any serious completion. You’re definitely at the front
of the pack yourself. I have only seen three or four white erections so
far but I think you could be an honorary brother. Not bad.”

I hadn’t even realized I was still erect, I was so overwhelmed by my dark
angel. I tried to cover myself with my towel but his soft thunder rolled
into my ears, “Don’t hide it. I like it. It’s making me hard. Like I
said, very few men have ever been able to get me off and you got me hard
and haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Yet?” The little word kept ricocheting around in my head.

“If you want.”

“For the rest of your life.”

He chuckled again. Floating down from the bench, his big, square hand
wrapped around my erection, spreading pre-cum and the jocks cum up and down
my shaft.

“Can you smell it? Cum. You guys were pumping it out but good just now
when I came in. That smell alone can drive me to do things I never thought
this brother would do. You wanna go someplace with me?”

“Anywhere on Earth.”

“Good answer. I’m glad.”

He lifted my leg, leaning into my foot as it pressed against his rocky abs
and squeezed his erection into the carpet of hair on my leg. That cock of
his nearly reached up to my knee, it was at least fifteen inches long. I
wasn’t sure if I was going to Heaven or Hell but either way, I meant to get
there!

Without another word, he pushed open the door and walked down the hall to
the shower room. I rushed after him, covering my cock as men stopped in
their tracks to watch the hairy black cock-monster move among us. Several
men tried not to be obvious about looking while a couple simply gawked and
one, rather young guy, maybe fifteen, sixteen, stared wide-eyed as his cock
inflated like a balloon attached to a helium tank. (A cock he should be
proud of too!)

From the moment the ice water hit me in that shower show-room until I was
accepting his out-stretched hand in his apartment, I don’t remember a
thing. I don’t remember dressing, speaking with him or driving or anything
really. I just remember that I took his hand and he walked me into his
bedroom.

Looking back, I laugh now. You’d think I was a virgin the way I trembled
and hesitated. I had lost track of the numbers of men I’d had sex with
long before I stood there while that man undressed me,. But everything he
did felt as if I’d never experienced it before. Before he broke away from
our kiss to start undressing me, my jeans already had a huge wet spot. (The
way I leak lube, I should have learned years earlier to wear underwear.)

His warm hands caressed away my fear. Standing naked before him, (he,
still fully clothed) I felt like a little boy again. That beautiful man
got down on his knees and took me in his mouth. The heat of his tongue
spread throughout my body. Massaged, as I’d never been before, I could
feel my erection being covered with the copious amounts of lube that his
tongue coaxed up out of me.

Big, powerful hands covered my ass cheeks, massaging them, readying them?
I prayed like never before!

Just moments after arriving, I was holding back my orgasm. He stopped all
movement, holding my erection, motionless, lodged in his throat, waiting
for the tenseness to subside, he let me move back from the edge of orgasm.
The moment past but he continued to hold my erection in his throat as he
calmly breathed with his face against my abdomen.

What sweet Heaven! That was a new experience; something I never thought I
would have again. Very, very slowly he pulled his head back, sliding my
erection along his tongue. We kissed again. I began to unbutton his shirt,
kissing, licking, and nibbling any skin that was revealed. His nipples
were his Achilles’ heal. Each time my mouth adhered to his fat nubs he
would shrink away, involuntarily covering himself.

I pulled his pants open with my teeth. Stuffing my head down the backside
of his jeans, I slid my tongue down between his ass cheeks. As I lifted
his leg, removing it from his pants, I licked the under side of his thigh
and snuck a few licks from his ass to his balls. Once naked, my tongue
explored every inch on him from his toes pressed into the carpet to his
mouth as we stood in the sunlight streaming through his balcony doors.

Suddenly he shuffled me backward, growling and throwing me on his bed. He
flipped my legs onto the bed and jumped up to straddle me. Expecting to
have his man-tube shoved down my throat, I opened my mouth but his own
mouth covered mine as he began sliding his shaft up and down my torso.

He broke away from our tongue wrestling long enough to rumble in my ear
something about every hair on my stomach and chest caressed his cock,
tickling the cum out of him. Then he attacked my ear, his tongue snaked
into my brain and shut it off. I couldn’t think anymore; just feel.

I felt the length of his enormous cock being pushed and dragged through the
furry covering on my front side as we kissed, or chewed on each other or
tried to work our way into the other’s body by first getting our tongue
into each other’s head.

My own cock rubbed in the tight curly hair covering his torso as he
savagely scrubbed his erection on my fur coat. Sometimes he would drop his
body down on mine yet still try to keep his exaggerated rocking movements
going.

Again, his mouth attached itself to mine as his deep rumbling vibrated the
very darkness of my mind. He was getting frantic. His strong hands
crushed my wrists as he locked my arms over my head. Sweat was dripping
off his body as he forgot I was even there. Plowing through the thick hair
on my stomach and torso, his abandon threatened to rip the hair right off
of me.

He released my arms and placed both his hands over his cock, pressing it
hard against me as he his rocking became more uncontrolled. I put my own
hands on my chest, making a tunnel for him to plow into. That seemed to
make the difference as his opened mouth, ragged gasping became almost
alarming, I suddenly felt my chin and neck being washed in warm liquid.
Grunting and twitching his huge erection swelled to be incredibly hard as
it pumped its juices. Soaking the bed under me, his huge load of cum
slipped down the sides of my neck and pooled at the base of my throat.

In one savage move he pulled his cock all the way out of the tunnel formed
by our four hands and stabbed it under me as his mouth dropped to my neck
like a starving vampire, sucking up his own cum before injecting it into my
mouth as he again rumbled, deeply, quietly.

While his hips made small rocking movements and we swished his cum back and
forth between us, his hand found my own aching erection and with just a few
quick movements had me doing a stomach-crunch orgasm. I felt my cum
jetting out of me, felt it splash down on my chest.

Just as suddenly, he sucked his cum out of my mouth, swallowed it and
pulled his knees up, folding himself on top of me with his erection still
tucked under us. He let his head fall upon the crook of my neck and
shoulder as his raggedly puffing lungs fought for air. I was seeing stars
and my cock tingled, unused to such violent rapture.

For a long time the hairy black angel covered me, kept me warm as our cum
dried, encrusting us as one. I thought he fell asleep so I didn’t want to
break the spell, I wanted this very wet dream to last forever. Eventually
though, he moved. He gently kissed me, holding my face so close that our
noses touched. His eyes bounced back and forth between mine as he
whispered, “Wow, it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve been with
a man. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it. I get sort of carried away, I
hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Can you get hurt in Heaven?”

“Good answer. You’ve got good answers, you know it. I like that. Can I
ask you something?”

“Oh, sure, as long as it’s not personal. I don’t think I know you well
enough for that.”

“Ah, you’re cute. I like a smart ass. Do you need to be someplace or have
a curfew or something?”

“I’ll stay forever if you let me.”

“VERY good answer. Now that I got the desperate sex out the way, are you
willing to let me try making love to you? I’m not usually such a monster”

“I’m sorry to hear that. And yes, I’m not only willing and able, but also
eager for the lovemaking. Although you do realize lovemaking is something
that can take time. Sometimes even hours.”

“Possibly days or weeks. We’d better get started.”

But that’s where this telling ends.

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