Black Lumber

Notice: All stories, names, characters, places, and events therein, are fictional fantasy laced with actual experiences.

It's springtime, birds are singing, buds are blooming, and the start of what looked like another long, losing season for the O'Shay's Vipers in the Shot-glass minor league baseball team. Assembled and run by a group of bar and nightclub owners, the teams competed throughout the spring, into the summer and ended the first week in August, after the Shot-Glass champion was crowned.

28-year-old, Nat trotted out to the field with very little joy in his heart, and for good reason. He was still in shock after he watched a well-placed recorded video from a hidden camera he placed in his bedroom. The recorded video was that of his wife of two years in bed with another man, one of his neighbors who happened to be a big black cop. Foolishly, he approached the strongly built black cop, who promptly snatched him by the neck and choked him as he gave a stern warning.

"You think I didn't see that camera you hid in the teddy bear? Yeah, that's right I saw it, that's why I waved my dick at the camera every chance I get. This can only go one or two ways. Either you back the fuck off and play this game and maybe I might even let you clean up our mess, or two you rat me out, and me and my gang of blue is gonna come down hard on your ass."

Nat sighed as he took his shortstop position on the field. He wiped a tear from his eyes as he wondered if he'd brought this on himself. Although he knew his love for her wasn't his true nature but based more on convenience to hide his secret desires to dress up pretty and play the part of a cute princess waiting on her prince.

His wife at 28 years old was understanding and initially, their sex life was pleasant at best, but over time, his significant other began to voice her displease at his efforts to give her orgasms. In many ways, he wasn't as distressed about his wife's extra bedroom curriculum, but after seeing the broad, black, powerful buttocks as it rose and slammed down between his wife's beautiful shapely legs combined with the sight of big black cock made for hardcore porn intimidated him as he knew he had lost his wife to a superior man.

Thoughts of inferiority, shame, and humiliation damped his heart and resolve and yet he refused to admit to himself that each time he envisioned the sight of the black cop with his huge tool going in and out of his wife and the way she screamed out her unbridled multi-orgasmic lust and love for this man, his own penis grew stiff in his pants.

"Excuse me, everybody come to the dugout." A voice called from a loudspeaker.

As Nat dashed toward the dugout, he took off his cap and brushed about his curly, blonde hair then stopped in his tracks as he saw the team manager Raphel Ortega with his strong muscular hand on the shoulder of a man with the same deep, walnut brown complexion.

Nat glanced at his teammates who smiled brightly at the stranger.

"Alright gals, this is my nephew, Rolando Ortiz, Reyes. He recently arrived from Cuba and he's gonna be living with my family for the next year so, I invited him to join the team. This guy swings a big bat and has a cannon for an arm. Believe me, with this guy on our team, all doors are unlocked to us. Raphel declared.

Nat swallowed hard as he marveled at the sight of the two black hunks. While the coach stood 5-foot, 9-inches, with a 200 LBS. muscularity, Rolando was closer to 6-foot, 4-inches, with an equally powerhouse physique.

Although in his mid-forties, Coach Rahel looked youthful despite his salt-and-pepper beard and thin mustache. Unlike his uncle, who sported a clean bald head, Rolando, at 24 years old, wore his thick, well-trimmed beard, and the black wooly hair on his head was in the shape of a crown.

It didn't take the new outfielder long to impress his teammates as he easily hit five home runs in a 6-inning scrimmage.

Pitstop...

As he left the field the coach was confident, the team was elated, and Nat was infatuated by his new team member.

After the scrimmage and the field cleared, Nat decided to practice his swing with an electric baseball pitching machine. He hoped the extra practice would serve to calm his nerves and allow him to escape the issues that haunted his mind. However, and unknown to Nat, his deepest desires while hidden on a conscious level sent out a call to the sex universe, and that call was about to be answered.

"Hey, you... wrong." A voice called in a heavy Spanish accent.

Nat spun around but didn't need to see the face to know who that voice belonged to.

"Hey Rolando, how's it going? That was some of the most impressive batting I've ever seen."

The big outfield ignored the compliment as he marched up to Nat with his uniform shirt unbuttoned and displayed his massive muscular chest, and tight abdomen, sprinkled with a thin blanket of curly black hair that disappeared beneath his belt.

"Your stance is all wrong." Rolando barked once more.

Nat felt a chill go through his body as he gazed up the exceptionally well-built, athletic stud.

"Oh, you think my batting stance is wrong, but I've been hitting this way for years and I have a pretty good batting average." Nat fired back.

"Maybe, but as you say... you have a good batting average, I can make it better. I can make you better." The proud, confident man countered.

"Show me your swing again," Rolando seemed to order, and Nat eagerly accepted the command.

The dirty blonde shortstop found it hard to focus and concentrate while under the watchful eyes of the Latino man and as a result, he swung and missed as the ball launched from the machine.

"No, no good, your feet are out of place. See, watch me." Rolando snapped as he practically pushed the 6-foot, even, slim but athletically built shortstop.

Nat shook his head in disbelief as the powerful, built hunk, knocked ten balls in a row over a fence in the outfield as if it were a walk in the park.

"Man, oh man, you are spectacular. I've never seen hitting like that. Not even in the pros and..."

"Stop talking and pay attention, the man barked as he waved Nat silent, then flexed his chest and pointed his finger at the shorter man.

"Watch my hips, watch how they... uh... uh dip, and swing together with my body and my feet twist but never move from where I plant them."

Nat attempted to watch and copy the movement but just being in the presence of this manly man made him weak, and unable to focus and as a result, he continued to miss the ball.

With a deep sigh, followed by a grimace on his face, Rolando growled as he stepped closer to Nat, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and his waist with the other, then kicked his feet out to literally force him into the position he demanded.

"Hey man, don't you think this looks a little... uh, weird, you... standing behind me and holding me this way?"

"What am I doing with you?"

"You're trying to teach me a better batting technique."

"And that is all we need to know. I am not concerned with the thoughts of others, and I think you must do the same.

Miraculously, the technique worked as Nat hit 5 out of ten balls into the outfield.

"Wow, this is great. I could feel the flow and mechanics of the movement. The beauty of movement felt so symmetrical. Thanks, big guy.

Once again, the tall man snatched Nat in placed him in position.

Nat fought but was unable to suppress the gasp that escaped from his mouth as he felt the long, thick object that pressed between the cleavage of his plump bubble cheeks. He tried to break free, but the man held him strong and secure, and Nat felt all the weaker, vulnerable and horny.

Rolando released Nat, then spun him around to face him as he asked.

"Was that good for you?"

"It sounded innocent, yet the dirty blonde couldn't help but wonder if that question had a dual reference. He felt shy and silly as he nodded his head and answered, yes.

"Good," the large man bellowed and concluded.

"If you work with me, we can do good things together now let's go shower."

Nat wanted to protest as he felt the large, muscular arm over his shoulder. He wanted to reclaim his role as a real man, but his strength continuously failed him as his rebellion was easily crushed beneath the dominant aggressive actions of the man who walked beside him. How could he claim to be a real man in the presence of such a superior male?"

They entered the empty locker room and once again, Rolando displayed his masculine dominance as he disrobed and put his Herculean physique on full display.

Nat was unable to control the shiver that raced through his body as he saw the massive, hard, striated, and exceptionally vascular frame of his new team member whose long, thick, uncut, black lumber hung low and bounced between his muscular thighs.

As he stripped off his clothes, a great fear came upon the shortstop as he wondered what might happen if he joined this aggressive man alone in the shower room.

Initially, Nat kept a distance from his teammate and stood beneath a shower nozzle several feet away, but in a strangely ironic twist of fate, the soap slipped from his sudsy hands, slid across the floor, and into the foot of Rolando who flashed a devious smile as he looked over at the dirty, curly haired blonde.

"I think you lost something?" Rolando asked and flashed his pearly white teeth.

"Ha, can you toss that back to me, please?"

"No, I will not. you dropped it, you pick it up." Rolando replied and seemed to take joy seeing the look of astonishment on the naked red head's face.

Nat slowly walked up but avoided looking into the alpha's eyes as he bent over and picked up the sudsy soap bar. His eyes grew wide as he saw the large, veiny feet and toes and just as he attempted to stand up, he felt the large hand as it grabbed his neck, then forced his face into the wet, black lumber between the alpha's legs

"Hey... hey man, what the Hell, why'd you do that!" Nat shouted and his voice echoed about the tile walls.

The tall man ignored the rant of his teammate and instead asked.

"Are you married; do you have... girlfriend?"

"Yes, and no... well... actually, I'm married."

"My sympathies to your wife." Rolando chuckled as he looked at the small penis between Nat's legs.

Nat wanted to drop to his knees and scream but knew that would only make him look weaker before the hard, macho, black stud.

"That's a cruel thing to say. That's a very cruel thing to say. I didn't ask for this." He pointed between his legs as a tear rolled down his cheek. I was born with this. I know, it's pathetic but I can do nothing about it." He cried as his voice cracked.

"No, you are wrong my friend. I have a technique that will give you a cock as big as this if you wish."

Suddenly a look of shock and hope grew on the shortstop's face as he entertained the thought of owning a tool like the one before him. He swallowed hard, then asked.

"How, this is a joke right, how can I ever have something like... that?" Nat's eyes were fixed on the long pole of flesh which twitched and rose before his eyes.

"Oh, I can do this, but like you did on the field, I need you to focus and follow my instructions, do you think you can do this?"

"I swear, if you can get me a dick like yours, I'd kill for you." Nat chuckled.

"This is good, good to hear. Now, look at it, do not turn away, just look at my cock and imagine this cock is yours."

"But how will that... ouch, why'd you slap me?"

"I said, I need you to focus, Chicklet."

"Chic..." Nat stifled his question as to why this man called him Chicklet, and instead freely looked on the big semi-hard pole between the thick, muscular legs of the man who owned it.

"It's amazing, is it not?" Rolando declared.

Nat nodded his head to display his agreement.

"This is good, now touch it, hold it, squeeze it in your hands, close your eyes and imagine all this cock belongs to you."

By now, Nat realize he had allowed his hidden desires to make him weak and vulnerable to this man who became more and more aggressive. Nevertheless, he didn't have the strength to hold back his hand, as it reached forward and took on of the huge weapon.

"Yes, keep your eyes closed and feel it, stroke it, squeeze it and imagine it belongs to you.

"Excuse me, Rolando but... I know what you're doing."

"Do you, Chicklet, what am I doing?"

"You tricked me into jerking on your dick."

"I tricked you, how?"

"You know what you're doing, you wanted me to play with your dick."

"I did not force you to do this, your hand is on my cock because you wanted it to be there. Your hand looks good around it."

Nat gasped as he realized truth of the statement. It was he who stroked the big black cock and without a threat or a warning of hostility.

"Do you like your new, big black cock?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"I need you to concentrate," Rolando barked as he slapped Nat's head, then added.

"Taste it, Chicklet, taste your new cock."

Nat's fingers trembled as his knees wobbled and the large hand landed on his shoulder and forced him to his knees.

The big dick, black man chuckled as he gripped his tool at the base and then cock-slapped Nat's face.

"Hot slut, you suck me chocolate cock, yesss," the outfielder groaned as he felt the warm, soft, moist mouth encircled then slid down on his hard, black lumber.

Guided by the large, vascular hand that grabbed his hair and shoved his mouth down on the huge, ebony tower, Nat extended his hand to massage the dominant alpha's tight six-pack abdomen. However, when he gagged and the slimy cock slipped from his mouth, Rolando yanked her head back and beat her face with her face with their gooey sex mixture.

"Chica Mala, yes Chicklet, you're such a nasty, nasty slut, loosen your throat so I can feed you my 'semillas'-seeds.

Lost in lust and in a deep state of cock drunkenness, Nat groaned as the soft, to firm texture, throbbing sensations, hot, funky, odor and precum that tasted like warm beer and salty pretzels attacked his senses.

"Ah, yesss, yess, you make my dick so hard, Chicklet, you make me so hard, ahh, suck me, baby, milk the lion's dick, milk my... ahhhh."

Rolando rose up his toes, bowed his muscular, light hairy legs as his enormous spear vomited a humongous load of black Cuban brew, first into the sissy's mouth, then yanked it out and allowed the remainder of his seed to spray and splatter about her face.

Rolando watched the cock hungry sissy as she thoroughly cleaned his tool, then kicked her away.

"Now, you wanted a big black cock, and you had it. Your lesson is complete. Stay on your knees and wait for me to finish before you shower.

Like a mindless cock hungry zombie, Nat remained on his knees as he watched the powerfully built man who used his mouth like a flashlight, showered and exited the room.

Later that night, Nat arrived home, and learned his wife was spending the night with her ill mother, but he knew better or at least that's the excuse she used. His wife was addicted to having her walls stretched by a big black tool and now, he began to see why.

He took a more thorough shower, brushed his teeth several times but still the manly, odor and salty meaty taste of male anatomy in his mouth remained. He slid on a pair of his wife's black lace panties, curled up in bed, got drunk, and watched the video of his wife and lover until he splattered and fired his seed which splashed into his face and mouth.

As he finally dosed off to sleep, with wild, erotic dreams of having another opportunity to taste his new, big black lumber.

End of Chapter One.