Jamie was in the locker room when he saw something that would change his life. It was a well-built black man with a half-hard cock wearing nothing but a ragged white jock strap. The cock was dangling a foot from Jamie's face.
One moment Jamie was sitting on the bench, relaxing from his workout, taking off his t-shirt. The hefty cock appeared as he lifted the shirt over his head, so close Jamie could smell its sweat and musk.
The cock belonged to Robert, a muscular stud who had been giving Jamie lessons in weightlifting. Jamie's mouth opened in surprise, his eyes fixated on the jock and the cock inside. He was shocked, hypnotized, then inadvertently licked his lips, and quickly turned away, afraid he had revealed himself.
In fact, the just-turned-21 Jamie was hit with a thought like a thunder bolt -- he had never seen anything sexier, hotter, or more desirable than that ebony cock pressing against the seams of the jockstrap.
Robert was a friendly but firm dark-skinned 32-year-old who had already figured out Jamie's desires during the hour he had spent directing the attractive young white lad in the finer points of bench-pressing and curls. Robert took command of the session, telling Jamie what to do and pushing him harder.
Jamie obeyed Robert's orders and followed by asking, "Am I doing this right sir?" He flattered the hunk with statements like, "Tell me how you do it, you're clearly doing something right."
They were already playing their roles by the time the two were chatting in the locker room and Robert had put his cock near Jamie's mouth.
Robert knew he had over done his dick display, but he caught that look of surprise and lust in Jamie's eyes. He recognized a white boy who needed--wanted--to be led down the path of serving an older, bigger, soul brother.
This first meeting of Robert and Jamie took place in 1978 in Washington, D.C. at the 7th St. YMCA. Soul brother was a term often used in those days to describe good-looking strong black men like Robert, guys with confidence who went after what they wanted, and usually got it.
Robert was a 10-year Navy veteran who had moved up to be a lieutenant commander on a destroyer. Those lonely days at sea meant he had had his share of surreptitious gay experiences. But he knew that he would have to cut all man-to-man sex if he had any hopes of becoming a captain and leading his own ship.
Robert's D.C. trip came about after he told his commanding officer that he was considering returning to the civilian world. The CO didn't want to lose Robert, so he sent him to the nation's capital to take advanced computer courses. Robert was pissed, at first, that the Navy put him up at the low-budget Y.
But the opportunity to hook up with a babe like Jamie, along with other hot men, had convinced Robert the Y was a blessing in disguise.
Robert had first seen Jamie a few days earlier across the gym. He checked out the fresh-faced boy/man and was hit with his own lightning bolt. I have always been turned on by certain young white guys, Robert admitted to himself.
I like them in top shape with an open and friendly personality, he thought, and he especially preferred a guy he could lead, or even better, a guy that was a little submissive.
A few days later Robert saw Jamie trying to do some free weights. The Navy man casually moved to the weight station and did some lifting, all the while watching the smooth-skinned boy out of the corner of his eye.
He began a conversation with some advice on lifting. Their talk flowed naturally with Robert deliberately touching the boy here and there, showing the lifts that would build biceps, triceps, and other muscle groups.
Jamie acted shy but he clearly liked the attention from the older man. The subject of race never came up between them though an observer could not help but notice the contrast between the dark, muscled black man and the slim white youth.
Some might view the pair as an experienced mentor guiding a young student. Others would see two beautiful men in their prime turned on to each other as they conducted a timeless mating dance.
Robert's thoughts were less lofty than that as he talked with the kid in the locker room after their workout. He sat down splay-legged on the bench and gripped Jamie's shoulder. With his legs spread Robert's jock stood out, forced up and filled out by his hefty dark dick. Jamie couldn't avoid glancing at it.
"Weights build strength, muscle mass," said Robert, using his deep voice to entice the youth. "To grow big like me you need to stick with it."
Jamie turned his long-lashed hazel eyes to Robert, shook his feathered brown hair and leaned into Robert's hand on his shoulder. "I need a coach, someone to teach me, show me the way," said Jamie, who wasn't being any more subtle about his feelings than Robert with his stuffed jockstrap.
Still, the two had to be careful not to be too obvious about their desire for each other.
Jamie's line gave Robert a great opening. He invited the youth to his room at the Y to discuss a work-out plan and schedule. "I'm staying here while I'm in town taking some classes. Come up to my place and we'll go through it," Robert said.
There was a slight glitch, explained Robert. The Y had been embarrassed recently with newspaper reports of homosexual activity in the gym showers and locker room. There were calls to shut the entire complex, but management promised to monitor and end the sex play.
Jamie didn't live at the Y so he couldn't just go up with Robert to his hotel room even though the gym was just a few floors below it. Instead, he had to leave the gym, go out on the street, enter the Y's lobby, go to the check-in desk, and ask the clerk to call Robert for his approval to let up a guest.
"Look, it's not that big a deal," said Jamie. "What I don't understand is why anyone cares about what two men do when their alone. They're not hurting anyone."
That statement eliminated any doubt Robert had that Jamie was gay.
"I know what you mean about the sex," said Robert, returning the signal. "Why not just let people do what they want to do?"
This back-and-forth was part of a careful game that gay men had to play in the 1970s when hooking up with a stranger. The fact is many people did care what two men did in bed, especially in Washington, home of the federal government.
In the 1950s the feds had purged many gay employees from its ranks after their homosexuality was revealed. Many lives were ruined, some committed suicide.
Twenty years after that tragedy the gay movement was on the upswing and Washington had become home to a large gay community. But some members of Congress and leaders of the government bureaucracy were still trying to hold back the rising tide of homosexuality.
Jamie was like a lot of the young guys flocking to DC in those days. He joined the Y because it was cheap and offered weights, a pool, sauna, lockers, and showers.
Jamie liked keeping in shape.
When he looked in the mirror he saw a guy about five foot, ten inches tall, 150 pounds, with a flat stomach and strong legs supporting a taut butt, and he wanted to stay that way.
Jamie was gay and horny, and he wanted to be attractive to other horny men.
Jamie had a little bit of a secret that he kept from most of his humpy, white gay friends. He also joined the Y because it attracted well-built black guys; some were gay, some curious about the life, some just looking to get their rocks off.
