The story I am writing is my various sexual experiences, mostly with Black men. The guys are real, but their names have been changed. The scenes are the best I can remember but considering I started very young, and am now over sixty years old, some of it will be fictionalized but close to the actual occurrence. By very young I mean puberty so I will not write about those experiences. Dialogue is added to bring forth the personality of each man, but it is, of course mostly made up.
I was born and raised in a community where white flight reared its ugly head so by the time, I was about eight years old the community I lived in and schools I went to was majority African American. Most of the men who I have had sex with were either Black or Hispanic. Later I began to enjoy the company of Asian men as well. But one thing all the men had in common was their body type, ranging from average to stocky to obese. I also had an attraction to blue collar types of all ages.
I discovered early on that I was meant to take dick, whether it be in my mouth or ass. Though I have topped a few men, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as being on the receiving end. Each chapter will highlight a different man, or men, but I will only focus on the really good sex that left an impression. I've had plenty of boring sex, but it is forgotten or not worth writing about. There's no plot device here, just plenty of good sex. What makes it interesting is that each man was different, physically, mentally and emotionally which made each sexual experience unique.
This is also a story of sexual addiction which has often led me to problem situations when my need to get off with a man has put me into several predicaments. Luckily, I am healthy and still going strong despite some close calls with dangerous people, and often unsafe sexual practices. But, by far, my experiences have been with many good people, often with other sexual addicts. It does make for some exciting moments.
I will start when I turned 18 which was also the legal drinking age back then where I lived. At that age I was told I was fairly good looking, boyish face, decent body. But the best feature was my ass. Been told many times that it sits high and round, which might explain why I tend to attract top men.
I drove about an hour to get into the city and my first gay bar. Back then they were not as open and were in industrial sites or alley ways. This one was no different.
Being a Saturday night, the place was busy with an assortment of men. After ordering a beer, I nervously walked around as many eyes were upon me. Fresh meat, I guess. One man in particular caught my attention, a middle-aged black man with a stocky build who sat with a drinking partner. New to the cruising scene, I had little idea what to do so I decided to sit next to him. After a while I was able to join in on the conversation the two friendly men were having. The white man was named Roy and the Black man Larry. I thought I felt an extra squeeze on Larry's handshake a good amount of eye contact. I figured the two were a couple until Roy got up to say he was going home. After exchanging handshakes, it was just Larry and I together.
"A little young for this place, ain't ya?" he asked, turning to look at me.
"Just turned 18, today's my birthday."
"Well damn, happy birthday," said Larry, holding his beer up for a toast.
"Thank you," I said, starting to feel he was interested in me. The song "Heat Wave" resonated throughout the bar, prompting Larry to move his body in sync to the music. I loved how he was free with his thoughts and body.
"This one's on me birthday boy," said Larry as he ordered a beer for me. Throughout the rest of the evening and numerous alcoholic beverages he and I got to know each other. He was a high school football coach who was recently divorced with two grown children. Several men greeting him as they came into and left the bar, so I figured he was a local.
"Last call!" the bartender shouted hours into the evening. Although I wanted the night to continue with Larry, I wasn't sure how to approach it.
"Well birthday boy, it's been a pleasure," said Larry as he got up to put his coat on.
My heart sank. I wanted this man badly, but the opportunity was slipping away.
"Too bad this night has to end," I said, sounding disappointed.
"It doesn't have to. I live a few blocks from here. Did you drive?"
"I did, would you like a ride?" I asked, trying to hide my elation.
