Bbc: Four Erotic Gay Stories of Big Black Guys

By Henry Pepper

A bundle pack of shorts and trailers with no slow boring build ups, just detailed describing powerfully built, over hung, and over sexed black studs and their cum sluts. Black on black, black on white, bucks and bum boys, doms and subs, dicks and cum dumps, young and sweet with mature and dirty. Nonstop graphic action of black meat on heat.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Henry Pepper
• Release date: May 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463597415

Henry Pepper

I started writing stories when I was five years old. I wrote essays, articles, and over a million words of nonfiction before turning to fiction in 2017. I watched erotic authors having way too much fun, and after writing my first erotic romance, I was hooked.I writes erotic gay romances. My imagination is filled with Bikers, prisoners, and carpenters. My sex-positive books (M/M) are emotional stories that keep readers coming back for more.I live in Philippines and likes reading, travel, and I loves hearing from my readers.

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Four Erotic Gay Stories of Big Black Guys

Henry Pepper

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All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including scanning, photocopying, or otherwise without prior written permission of the copyright holder.

Age and Consent Disclaimer:

All characters contained in this work are aged 18 or over and all sexual activity was entered into of the participants own free will: Role play and Fantasy.

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I Can Take 9 Inches

He Taught Me

I Love Big Black Cock

My Teacher

I Can Take 9 Inches

I noticed him for the first time when I was heading to the university cafeteria, normally I don’t notice the cleaning crew who are ever present on the campus grounds but this man was an exception. He was probably twice my age; I would say 40 if I had to guess but you could only tell that he was old because of the distinct wings of white hair on his sideburns. Other than that he had the body of Adonis in the flesh. He was a full hand taller than me, at least 6’5 and he was clearly well built because his bulging muscles were straining against his grey overalls. He was wide with a narrow waistline and large feet enclosed in rubber boots. His face was a vision of African perfection, he had an oval face framed by a full head of hair, his eyes were brown and he had deliciously large lips. All of this was complimented by his beautiful dark chocolate complexion and somehow the wings of white made him seem more . . . regal . . . majestic if you will, like the mane of a lion or the strips of a tiger.

He was carrying some boxes into the storage room next to the cafeteria. I was walking alone, as always, since I had yet to make any friends in the university and I stopped on the pavement directly in front of where he was working and pretended to tie my shoes so that I could get a better look at him. There weren’t many people around, it was past 3 in the late afternoon and everyone was probably in class. I liked having my lunch in silence without the continuous chattering of my peers. He didn’t notice me, which didn’t really surprise me because he seemed to be totally focused on his work. He had unbuttoned his shirt so I got a great view of his sparse trailing chest hair and all that heavy lifting had given him a lustrous sheen of sweat which started creating images of me and him fucking in a dirty barn somewhere like two rabbits in heat. I started getting hard just thinking about how hot and raw the sex with this man could be.

I don’t consider myself to be unattractive; I have a solid slender build, compliments of my morning workout sessions. I stand at a decent 6’1 tall and have a honey brown complexion, which I consider to be a blessing from my interracial parents. My eyes are hazel and my face is more pretty than handsome. I knew I had what it takes to make this man want me but I also knew that discretion was important. He would definitely get fired if he got caught with a student and I would face expulsion. Of course I was getting way ahead of myself with all these thoughts, because for one thing this man could be married but I knew that wasn’t true because his big hands didn’t have a ring on them, he could be straight but that was a risk I was willing to take in the name of homosexual lust.

I sprinted into the cafeteria so that no one would see my hard-on, which was straining against my skinnies and I wanted my advances to be subtle and not so tackily obvious. I spent the rest of my day thinking about what I would do if the cleaning crew guy turned out to be gay but then you can only jerk off so many times to the same fantasy before you start to chaff. I wanted the real thing and with his size he was probably packing a mini-torpedo.

From that day I kept an eye out whenever I was on campus for the cleaning crew guy, I simply had to see him again and this time I would have a preposition ready for him. I admit I was nervous but I knew I could at least set out some feelers to see if he was gay or not. I didn’t see him for a whole week, which was really disappointing. My wish was eventually granted and I got to see him again, this time at the university sports ground. It was Sunday so the campus was virtually empty. Nobody spent their weekends on campus so I didn’t really expect to find anyone there. I was wearing my track shorts and a vest, initially I had planned to do a few laps around the track and work up a good sweat, and to be honest I hadn’t really expected to find him there. He was carrying some planks to a shed at the edge of the grounds. I looked around to make sure that there really was nobody around and it looked like it was just the two of us. I knew this was my one and only chance.

I jogged slowly in his direction and at first I thought he hadn’t noticed me yet again but he stopped and turned to look at me. I felt a jolt in my nether regions as our eyes met, he was wearing the same grey overalls