Hi my name is Dave and this is the story of my first black boyfriend.
So at some point, I decided to be gay. I had terrible luck trying to meet women and was struggling with depression and general downess. The idea of me being gay was always there, so I figured maybe I need to be adventurous to find myself.
It didn't take long for me to meet someone who caught my eye. He was a black guy, openly gay and very attractive. We met through some friends and we got close over texts and phone calls. We met a couple times but never ended up doing stuff besides hugs and kisses. Deep down both of us wanted more.
So eventually we decided that we were dating and he invited me over to come and hang over at his house. It would just him, a couple of his friends and me. I figured why not. So on the day I walked over to his home. I put on a big hoodie, a pair of jeans and sneakers and went over. He greeted me and introduced me to his friends. They had weed , snacks and FIFA. They were well aware that we were dating and seemed cool with it.
So I spent most of the time next to my boyfriend, while his friends played FIFA. He told me to make myself at home and be comfortable. He removed his jacket and changed into shorts , saying he was too hot. I figured I would do the same. I went into the bathroom and removed my jeans. I had a pair of tight shorts underneath but my hoodie was big enough to cover my body.
Eventually we started smoking weed and we got really high. The stuff that they had were pretty good. Me and my boyfriend ending up getting all touchy and feely. His friends were just engrossed in their games. So we assumed they wouldn't mind if we disappeared for a while. My boyfriend grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room.
Once there I laid down on the bed and he jumped on top of me. Our bodies rubbed together like never before. We started making out. For a while. Eventually his one friend just entered and killed our vibe. He wanted to ask if we wanted food because he was ordering pizza. I use the opportunity to remove my hoodie and strip just down to my underwear. I heard his friend ask him when will he get a turn but he was probably joking. After he left my boyfriend turned back to me and decided to continue where he left off. He jumped back into bed and led us under the sheets where he yanked my underwear off. He wasted no time. He rubbed my dick vigorously , trying to make me cum , as he kissed me and his bare chest rubbed against mine. But he didn't want that. He raised my legs up , spreaded my butt cheeks and gently guided his dick into my ass.
At first it was pain but then pleasure as he thrusted back and forth. Back and forth. It was rough but he seemed to enjoy it. He continued to thrust. At times it felt like my asshole was gonna tear but it gave a strange feeling which I enjoyed. We continued for about 5 minutes and expected him to come but he didn't. And eventually he pulled out. Exhausted but with a smile on his face. After he cleaned up, He rested back down and I cuddled with him for a while.
Eventually his friend walked back in on us in bed and told us the food was here. We were still cuddling and then my boyfriend got up and went to give him some cash. Out of the blue I hear his friend say "ayy bruh when is it my turn"