As a writer and photographer, besides playing with dicks, there's nothing I like better than dabbling in word and colour co-ordinations. Paco appealed to my sexual palette and 'coordinated' in all the right places from the day I set eyes on him stacking shelves at our food mart. I got some appetising glimpses of his butt as he reached up and his white pants stretched over his glutes. When he turned round my eyes zoomed in on the perky nipples that pierced his red shirt and immediately picked up on the promising bulge a little further down. In fact his body was bursting to get out of its trappings and I couldn't wait to burst with it. He was from Brazil -- where the nuts come from -- and he had those too, together with very white teeth which lit up his beautiful brown face. I hankered after him with a big hanker but didn't get very far till the day I fell over. Truth is often stranger than fiction and this is how I broke the ice. I almost broke my leg in the process.

The food mart is just round the corner from me. It's underground as it used to be a garage so there's a mobile ramp to take you to street level. Sundays it stays open till one so that's a good time to fill up your cart as there aren't usually many people around, especially at lunchtime. Paco was at the cash desk which encouraged me to fill mine to the brim. I almost asked him if he did home delivery but lacked the courage. Towards the top of the moving ramp something went wrong with the wheels and the cart started bearing down on me. It half tipped over and I was wedged beneath it. My leg went from under me and I twisted my ankle. There was no one around so I couldn't call for help. I sat there feeling sorry for myself and wishing I'd listened to my instincts. I was also in considerable pain. Fortunately, Paco came out in a matter of minutes to shut up shop and rescued me. He pulled me free of the cart and the staircase but naturally I could only stand on one leg. Somehow or other he got me on the back of his motor-scooter and took me home. We temporarily abandoned the cart.

I was full of gratitude and couldn't thank him enough especially when he bathed my bleeding knees and put ice-cubes on my ankle which by now was looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. He asked me for the keys of the house and said he'd be back in fifteen minutes. Hardly a word had been spoken but there was already a feeling of intimacy between us. I mean it's not every day you get to lay your leg in the lap of a guy you've been lusting after for weeks. Or hand him the house keys without a qualm. Soon he was back with my shopping and packing it away according to my instructions. He'd also brought a couple of extra large packets of frozen peas. Said they were easier to manage than ice-cubes. He wrapped one around my ankle with a cotton cloth. He was so kind and gentle. I asked him if he'd ever been a nurse and before he had time to answer I'd kissed him. He kissed me back. It was as easy as that.

From that day on we were inseparable. He came by before and after work to change my ice pack and fix me something to eat. Before long he'd moved in. It started with him staying 'occasionally' on the sofa. Just for convenience. He told me it was much better than sleeping at his place with his three room mates. It appeared that one snored, one stank, and the third one was always trying to get into bed with him. He said that he liked me and he liked my apartment and asked if he could stay until I was better. Naturally I said yes. After all he'd saved me, now it was my turn to do the same for him. Anyway he was nice to have around and I enjoyed the luxury of having someone to fetch and carry for me. Must be a hangover from my English colonial heritage. Not that I took advantage of him but I was so grateful for all he did for me. In and out of bed.

The bed thing didn't take off immediately. Just the occasional affectionate kiss and the odd touch and clutch. After all I wasn't exactly in top kama-sutra form and anyway I didn't want to send him scuttling back to the three stooges. Looking back I realize I had such a case of the hots for him and everything had been so low key and soft peddle between us that I didn't want to put a spanner in the works by jumping on him. Not that I could have jumped to save my life, my foot was too painful.

So the sensual high spot of my long days was having him apply his pack of frozen peas to my ankle and bathe my knees and wipe away the excess water that dribbled provocatively between my bare throbbing thighs. I controlled my boners because, fool that I was, I'd somehow convinced myself that Paco was that rare combination of kindness and consideration and a hot fuck that needed to be handled with kid gloves not a hard cock. I knew he respected me and that brought with it a lot of negative baggage. I mean I wanted to avoid the whole black/white, master/slave syndrome but it was inevitable that sooner or later we'd end up playing the roles convention had mapped out for us.

At first, I wasn't even sure if he was gay or just gently responsive to my need for him. He was probably playing it safe too as he obviously enjoyed having the run of the place and didn't want to be sent back to the guy who snored, the guy who stank and the one who wanted to get inside his pants. It was a real cat and mouse game at first and neither of us knew who was the cat and who was the mouse. But we were definitely on a hot tin roof. Trouble is, as I said before, hardly a word passed between us so we weren't really communicating on any level. Sexual or otherwise. There was just this weird horny intimacy. Something had to give and of course eventually did.

One evening, when my ankle was feeling much stronger and my boner was getting much harder to keep under wraps, Paco came out of the shower with the smallest of towels clinging to his Brazilian body. I took the bull by the proverbial horns and asked if I could see him naked. He hesitated for a split second and then dropped the towel in his usual 'your word is my command' kind of way. The fact that he tended to do everything I asked him, but without any evident enthusiasm, was beginning to bug me but I was too hot and horny to be angry with him. He was fully erect and obviously just as turned on as I was. The glistening pink sheen of his big mouth-watering dickhead made a nice contrast with the Copacabana chocolate of his cock and had me licking my lips for the pre-cum that was spilling out of it. My sexual palette went into automatic pilot.

"Come over here," I said. As usual he obeyed and I grabbed him by his beautiful butt buns and pulled him closer to me so I could lick the tip of his dick with the tip of my tongue.

"I didn't think you really liked me," he said with a grieving sigh, running his fingers through my hair and pulling me closer still. "I thought you just wanted me as your own personal slave."

"I'm the slave," I said. "I've wanted you right from the start. I was just afraid to offend you."

"You did offend me," he said. "I was beginning to wonder what I was doing here."

I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and sucked the sweet juice of him. Then I chewed on his Brazil nuts and licked his scrotum. He let out a hiss of impure pleasure.

"That's what you're doing here," I said. "I'm afraid for a writer I'm not always very good with words. Just listen to what my tongue's silently trying to say to you and let it do the talking for me."

"Tell your silent tongue to lick my black ass, white man," is all he said.

It was my turn to obey. I turned him round and parted his profiterole butt cheeks.

It was a really culinary experience. The appetizing little pink rosebud curled up inside seemed to be winking at me. It turned to cherry liqueur as I tantalised it open with my tongue. My dick had the consistency of rock candy and I couldn't wait to add its sweetening to his horny little ass.

"Feels good," he said thrusting his butt in my face and opening up to receive more of my silent tongue. This gave me the opportunity to slip the palm of my hand under his scrotum and make a funnel of my fist for his dick. He grunted his approval.

"Wow," he said. "Now you're really talking. Wow. Tell me more You're making me feel so good."

Encouraged by his moans and appreciative groans I worked him both ends till his dick and his butt were hotter than waffles straight from the griddle. Meanwhile my own dick was working itself into a froth and a frenzy and couldn't wait to make hot fudge out of his brown butt.

"Forget the condom," he said as if he could read my mind.

"Fuck me bareback. Don't worry I'm clean." he added.

He couldn't have said a truer word for by now I'd drooled so much over his hot butt it was wetter than a sidewalk after a summer rainstorm. You could almost see the steam rising from it. My dick was pretty wet too and oozing pre-cum so I took his advice and rodeo-ed on in there. Maybe I was a little too enthusiastic for he buckled up his ass so tight he almost bit my dick off. Then he relaxed with a howl of pleasure and nearly swallowed it whole. I responded by ramming him hard to let him know who was boss and he took over from there. It really was like riding a bucking bronco and all my premonitions of him being a good fuck came to pass. In fact he was a terrific fuck and nearly drove my dick delirious.

I stayed in the saddle for what seemed like hours and fucked him in every position known to man. And beast. When he finally came he was lying on his back with one leg over my shoulder and the other round my waist so the first flood of his red hot cum only just missed my mouth and the rest hit me full in the chest. I pulled out of his ass heap quick and got even by jerking off all over him. We were like two kids seeing who could make the most mess. We slithered and sloshed all over each other. It was gross but it was great and really liberating after all the pent up tension that had been building between us.

That night he left his nest on the sofa and nestled up against me in bed. Came the dawn and I felt something hot and hard trying to work its way into my tight lipped ass. At first I resisted but he was very persistent. It wasn't that his thick hungry dick didn't interest me but I usually like to be on top so I can control the proceedings but it seems Paco had decided it was his turn to run the show.

"Steady on Paco," I said as he proceeded to pack his Brazilian package into my British butt. "I'm just getting over a swollen ankle. I don't think I'm quite ready for a swollen ass."

"Shut up white man and give me some of your love juice so this black stud can get your ass in gear."

Despite my protestations my dick was leaking in excitement at the thought of him inside me.

"That's it baby," he crooned as I basted his mushroom head with my pre-cum. "That's right. Make momma's dick nice and slick so it can oil up your works and get your motor chugging."

Then he oozed and eased his way inside me.

My ass was surprisingly receptive. I breathed out and my ass breathed in.

"Wowww..." I wheezed biting my lip as my butt lost the battle of the bulge.

"Fucking hell Paco, that hurts so good... fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk... Don't stop..."

"Don't worry baby I won't," he promised.

Soon my moans turned into groans and then bellows until he had me sounding like a cow in labour. His prick was thick in all the right places and hit all the right spots. He slowly shunted up and down my narrow English channel and really did get my motor chugging. Had it shooting sparks too

"Fucking hell, Paco," I repeated as he changed gear with his dick and built up speed. "Fucking, fucking, fantastic hell... ... ..."

I let out a mighty 'whoohoo' and a whistle and a hiss as he roared through me and then an unsteady stream of 'fuck-meez' as my teeth chattered with the horny heady butt-breaking heat of him.

He had me experiencing sensations I'd never felt before and I couldn't believe what I'd been missing all these years. Soon I was moaning and groaning with the joy and pain of every single fabulous fucking second of it and every sensational inch of his phenomenal nine-inch dick.

Still, I have to admit it was sometimes a little more than I'd bargained for. Black dicks have a tendency to swell inside of you and somehow they don't seem to go down either but the more I yelled and tightened my ass in protest the more it seemed to turn him on and the more he pounded and pummelled me until one part of me was seeing the bright white stars of the firmament and the other feeling the red hot coals of hell.

"Take it easy, Paco," I begged him. "You're busting my butt." I sobbed. "That's enough."

"Don't be a control freak." he answered as if he knew me already. "Just relax and enjoy."

"Easier said than done," I panted, suspended somewhere between soaring, searing pain and perfect pounding pleasure, all the time wondering if maybe my butt had bitten off more than it could chew.

Then I decided to do as I was told. Soon he was the master and my butt was his slave.

I stopped grinding my teeth and let him grind me all the way to heaven. And back.

It was a long trip and he was a long distance runner but I wouldn't have missed a marvellous marathon minute of it even if at times during the humpy, bumpy journey I had fears that his dick was there to stay. For the second time that month I was well and truly wedged.

Only this time I didn't need -- or want -- to be rescued.

To be continued.