Moving from the cold winters of Wisconsin to the hot temperatures of the St. Louis area was a big change. I was a very young black teen at the time. The city we lived in was fifteen minutes from St. Louis over in Illinois. This was the 80s. I had very long curly hair and took my looks from my mother. The city we lived in was mostly whites. You had to search for other blacks.
Throughout the summer of 87 I would go door to door asking if anyone needed their grass cut. Most would say no. I took it personal thinking my color was the issue. This one hot July day I saw tall adult white man. He waved for me to come over. He told me his name was Jerry. I replied that my name was Alexis. He asked me how much I was charging. We set a price and I did the work.
Jerry would bring me out water and soda to keep me hydrated. He was about 6 foot 4. Very athletic built. He was also married with a young daughter. Months pass and now I'm in school. I was at the bus stop one morning and Jerry walks over with a brief case.
I spoke back. He went on to tell me his car broke down. I had Gym first hour so I usually wore my gym shorts or sweats to school, shower afterwards and then put on my regular clothes. Well on this day I caught Jerry looking at my ass. He asked would I be available Saturday to help with his yard. "Sure I'll be there."
Little did I know "Saturday" would change me for ever.
I get to Jerry's house. He invited me in. I had just showered before I got there. I asked Jerry where everyone was. He said his wife and daughter where out of town for the weekend. Jerry asked me if he could be my friend? I was confused. I didn't know what to say cause the question was awkward.
As the doors of the elevator begin to close, I see the mail cart coming my way. I press and hold the "open doors" button for him. He smiled and said "Thanks. Five please". His voice was smooth and his words came easily, without shyness. He's about 30, 5'9" tall, dark hair and a dark mustache. The mustache actually looked great on his face, unlike that of most men I know.
He is a tall guy with a medium build. Standing at 6'1" weighing 170 he has the presence of an angel. He gets along with his parents and works hard, maintains a job, school, looking after his grandma and his dogs. I had met this great guy at a bar while celebrating my friend Andrews birthday. He was really the first gay person I had known and actually my first kiss as well.
Sure, I was horny and cruising, but it was 3 AM, and Circus wasn't going to be of much use. But what the hell. As I parked a block from the bookstore, I noticed another car park as well. As I got out of my car, so did he. What a body!. He was taller than me, must've been about 6' or so, slim, and definitely young, even younger than me. He looked in my direction and gave me a shy smile.
I have and until last month had never had any kind of gay or bi experience in my life. In fact until about 6 months ago I had no desire to do so, however like I said that changed about 6 months ago. Killing time one day surfing the net I stumbled on a bi/gay chat room. I hung around a few minutes and then went onto other topics. Nothing more nothing less. I wasn't looking for a bi or gay guy.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about an all male movie theater, although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. Here I was jerking off to whatever straight porn I could find that had guys in it, and there were fucking movies that had nothing but men fucking! The first time I ever went, I remember cutting school and going to the first one I could find, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven.
The fact that she had a busy summer job and was still in school left me with free time on my hands, a boat that I was still paying on, and a chance to wear fewer clothes. More than once this summer, I've found myself heading to the local boat launch solo, a cooler and a book in hand, headed out for an afternoon of tanning, swimming and getting myself into trouble.
I went to the back booth to watch my favorite type of videos and dropped a coin in the slot. Shortly after I started to notice that a black man entered the booth across the way and proceeded to watch his video, but keep an eye on the aisle.
The ads excited me and made my fantasies flow. I called several times before I found an ad that sounded good. I called his number and he answered. I'll call him M. M. and I talked for over an hour about what I wanted and what I expected. I finally agreed to meet him.
One problem with being a project lead was that the old idea of nine-to-five didn't apply to you. You worked until you were finished, and there was no one to pass the buck to if you didn't. And if the team didn't meet their deadlines, it was your ass on the line. We'd only reached the halfway point in the project, and I could already feel the warning signs of burnout.
A 21-year-old gay male, I was - to be quite blunt about it - incredibly hunky, possessing not only rugged good looks (dark curly hair, steely blue eyes, the classic square jaw) but a drop dead gorgeous, gym-toned body, 6'2" tall and 230 lbs. of solid muscle. "Are you visiting relatives in Kalanisi?" he said, wrinkling his brow. "Why, no, of course not," I answered.
Trey and I were to battle it out sexually, man to man. Our little wrestling club was gonna get a match to remember. We had been meeting like this since college with some erotic matches but this was gonna be the hottest of all time. Trey is black, 5'10", 190lb, in great shape and sports an 8.5" long monster between his legs. He has a completely smooth shaved chest and public area.
This latin guy emailed me and said he was willing to teach me. We set up a time to meet on Saturday afternoon. I went to his place and he opened the door. He was naked and hot. He was fairly smooth, His hair was braided and he had a small go-tee. He said to me, "you here to be my slave?" I told him I was and he told me to come in and get naked. He told me to grab my cloths and to follow him.
Jerry said he had been attracted to me from day one and wanted to say something, but didn't know how to.
I have always been into girls myself, but the thought of being with a man crossed my mind in the past, but I never put more thought into it. I never had sex nor masturbated. Now I'm sitting here getting a hard on thinking about Jerry. I replied to Jerry.
"Jerry I have checked you out a few times myself, but it made me feel... gay! So I kept it to myself."
He told me we can't help who we're attracted to. After going back and forth he finally convinced me to lay down with him. He made sure all the doors where locked. Then he put in a VCR tape with gay porn. We sat on the couch watching it. I was mind blown. I was so into it I didn't realize Jerry had left the room.
He came back wearing only sleeper pants and he had some lube. He reached in to kiss me. We tongued and when he pulled away he sucked my bottom lip and smiled. He git on his knees between my legs and pulled off my shorts and underwear. I took off my tank top.
He pulled my legs over his shoulders and gave me head. His mouth pleased my little dick while his fingers squeezed my nipples. I just held his head. I opened my eyes, looked at the TV and saw these two white studs pounding this poor black gay in the mouth and ass.
"Jerry this feels... uh... it feels good!"
Jerry then had me turn around on the couch. Now I'm facing away from the TV on my knees. What came next felt very good. Jerry spread my ass cheeks and fucked my hole with his tongue. I prayed I was extra clean down there.
"Oh Jerry!"
He ate my ass for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes. Then he stopped. He walked around to the back of the couch. He took off the pajama pants to reveal this long veiny cock. It was about 8 to 9 inches. Precum dripped from it. I was also dripping. I grabbed it and prayed I could please him. I licked it and Jerry started giving verbal commands. He grabbed my head, through his head back and fucked my face. I gagged alot. I folded my lips inwards to cover my teeth and tightened my grip on his cock.
Jerry yelled, "I'm cumming!!"
He nutted in my mouth.
"Don't get sick, swallow it!"
It had an odd taste. I swallowed it.
"Good girl!" He said.
I said, "Girl?"
Jerry chuckled and said that he didn't mean to cum so quick, but not to worry cause that means he gets to fuck me longer to get his second nut. I was so scared after he said this. I'm picturing him fucking me for hours. We went to his bedroom. Jerry handed me one of his wife's belts. I'm thinking he wanted me to spank him.
He said, "put it around your waist tight!"
Now I'm really confused. I'm standing here naked with this thin black belt around my waist. He had me lay missionary with my legs pulled back. He finger fucked me with a lubed finger. I was tight. He then worked in a second one. He put his mouth on my cock and fingered me at the same time. He then lubed my hole and his semi-hard cock. My heart was pounding out of my chest. He then pushed his huge mushroom head cock into my ass. I know my first scream was heard around the neighborhood.
"I'll go slow baby I promise!", Jerry said.
He pushed in more and then laid on top of me. He sucked my nipples and slowly eased into me. I placed my legs on his shoulders and grabbed his back. His white ass was going up and down. Each pump with purpose. I can see his muscles in his ass. It felt like I had to crap, but that soon turned into pleasure. He climbed up so now my mouth was by his nipples. I sucked them and his cock began to harden. After a while of doing this I felt a strong sensation. My legs started shaking. I lost control. Jerry telling me not to fight it.
Oh, uh ah uck!
I reach between us and grab my cock. I'm stroking it. Oh my God! Jerry pumped me extremely fast. I shot a load on our chest. My ass trembling. My cock throbbing. I finally had my first orgasm. Jerry laughed and kissed me. When I looked in this man's eyes I saw him differently. He was like a God to me. Jerry pulled out. I heard a pop sound. He then pushed right back in.
Uuunh!
Then he pulled back out. He had me turn around in a ass up face down position. He eased in me and grabbed my waist. This position felt much more intense. In this position Jerry was able to get all his meat inside of me. That's where the belt came in at. As soon as he went balls deep, I instantly crawled forward and he grabbed the belt to pull me back.
"Don't run!"
At this point I'm Jerry's bitch. He keeping his strokes in rhythm. The sounds of the lube would make you think he was in some very wet pussy. He ordered me to push back.
"Meet my cock with your ass!"
I did as told. My moans were loud. Jerry lightly smacked my ass. He pulled out half way, spit on his dick and keep fucking. Soon he came again. He came inside my ass and fell forward on top of my back. His hot breath on my neck. He said I love you.
After we showered. He looked so sleepy. I knew I had to go. My ass was sore as was the head of my cock. Jerry for whatever reason said, "we've been fucking for almost two hours!" I guess that was a good thing to him. He asked me not to tell anyone our secret. I agreed. At the door he gave me a huge and cupped my ass. We tongued again. He then handed me $97.
"What's this for?", I asked.
"I would've given you a million if I had it! You made my day sweetie!", Jerry said.
In the 80s that was alot of money to a poor kid so I was grateful. Jerry said he wanted to make this a regular thing. I smiled and said yeah me too. We had sex hundreds of times after that, but this was the story of my first time.
I work out in a health club, or well, I swim laps. I love being almost naked and feeling the water caressing me. It also keeps me in good shape. I am 5'10", weigh 160 pounds. I have a 41" hairy chest, with nicely defined pecks and responsive nipples, a 32" waist with a nice tight butt and strong legs.
It is a story containing discipline and sex between consulting adults. Both participants are men. If stories like this offend you, please read no further. If you are under age you do not belong in this newsgroup. The advertisement in the *net* personals caused me to become aroused instantly. I responded the ad, and began a dialogue with Paul that lasted several days. We similar fantasies and desires to explore those fantasies.
The load clack of the wheels was dimmed by the passenger car, but the hiss and squeal of the air-brakes was still load, and it woke me up from me deep sleep and thoughts of Dirk. The air was suddenly quiet again as the brakes released their grip and the train steadily moved forward. I sat looking out the window, staring at the setting sun.
I was wreathing as his strong rough hands held my hips firmly, preventing me from budging as he rammed home his huge cock. I was yelling for him to take it easy. I wanted the fuck, sure I did - but with some style, not like an animal ready for slaughter. That's how it felt, sore and hurting like hell when he shoved it in so deep. "You asked for it, Pete, lad. "Fifty Quid?" he asked.
The place was packed with horny men with well-defined bodies wearing their tight white Calvin Klein's - my dick was always semi hard from the moment I walked in through the door. Whilst the gym hunks and their Calvin's were always stunning to look at and always had me drooling, there were three guys in particular this evening who had grabbed my attention.
"VOYEUSE seeks experienced, dominant male to initiate innocent bi-curious Adonis, 26, in ways of the adult world. (Photo appreciated)." There it was, in print at last. Now all we had to do was to sit back and wait for the replies. I knew that you probably still objected to the bit about the photograph, but, on the other hand, you could not be expected to fancy just anyone and, since this would most likely help you to define whether you really were bisexual, I wanted the experience to be a complete success.
I was about 14 years when my dad left me and my mom. He caught my mom cheating with a Black guy inside our house and he could forgive her for that. So he packed his bags left and never returned. The next thing I knew they were already divorced. After a year of being fatherless, my mom got married again with Big Jack. Jack was big black masculine guy who just got out of the Military.
As I opened the door of his pickup truck and in the dim light saw what he looked like. I was filled with regret for not meeting him sooner. He was a hunk, square jaw, ripped muscles.
Not the 'Safe and Sane' type that were all that were legal in my state, but the real thing. I wanted to get a real bang for my buck. There was a stand where the highway passed through the nearby Indian reservation. The tribe was not subject to most state laws and sold alcohol and tobacco from stores along the road year round.
It had been a close game right down to the buzzer. A game that had kept the capacity crowd in the college gym on their feet. But at the end of the four quarters, which had been just as tiring on the crowd as well as the players, the home team had come away with it. Chris had managed to slip out quickly. Most the team had partying on their mind.
His name was Will. He was a basketball player. Ebony God! Damn he looked good! Will was about 7 feet tall, nicely built. I jacked off many times to his images in my head. One night I came home to find Will drunk and jacking. At first he stopped, but then he saw me, and kept going. Then he stopped and asked me if I was gay. Trying not to sound too excited, I jumped at the opportunity.
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