This is a work of fiction that involves first time interracial gay male sex. If that offends you please move on. I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to message me or leave a comment. As always, special thanks to my editor Bill. Enjoy!
"Slurp...suck...sluuuurrrrp...suck," echoed in his headphones like a shop vac inhaling a spill.
In the dark a figure was illuminated only by the screen of a laptop. James had on a t-shirt but was naked from the waist down. He stared transfixed by the video clip in front of him, vigorously pumping his hard cock.
In the video a curvy blond, hair in pigtails, sucked a monster sized dick. She alternated between taking the entire tool down her throat and noisily mouth fucking the pole. A steady flow of saliva and pre cum ran down her chin as she administered the blowjob to the muscular hunk. Wide-eyed and oh-so-slutty, her enormous fake tits bounced as she pulled her mouth off the cock and gave it a firm stroking.
"Cum for me baby, give me that load." She implored as she gazed up at the hunk.
Then the hunk's cock exploded in stream after stream of cum. The cum splattered on the bimbo's cheek, lips, hair and chest. She squealed in delight and stuffed the still spasming cock back into her mouth. As she sucked and pumped a gelatinous white stream escaped from the corners of her lips and she purred with pleasure.
As James watched, he let his own orgasm overtake him. The first rope of cum hit him squarely on his chin and nose. Caught up in his lust he shot again, this time the cum landed on his neck and chest, followed by a third spurt that fell on his midsection. James could feel the warm semen ooze through his fingers as he squeezed his hard cock. The cum on his face ran down over his cheek and he licked the sticky cream from his lips.
While watching he was not fantasizing about getting a blow job from the bimbo, he was fantasizing about sucking the monster-size cock. He had been thinking about sucking cock since he was in college and had begun to visit bisexual sites on the internet. Presently he had no girlfriend, lived alone in a new town, and he knew the timing was right to explore. As the salty, soapy taste of his own semen coated his tongue, he was clear on what he needed to do.
He had made an attempt at an online hook-up through Craig's list, but it fell through and it felt so sketchy. James decided that the best plan would be to go to a well-known gay bar. He rationalized that the atmosphere of a bar would let him know if he was just "curious" or truly serious about sucking cock. Anyway, he rationalized, in a bar he could always walk out if the situation got weird.
The planned night arrived and James stood outside the bar. "Okay, deep breath. You can do this. It's just a bar, like any bar. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."
It was 9:30 on a Friday night and the venue was packed full of men and some women. The bass of the sound system thumped a steady beat and James made his way to an open spot. There were no open seats and he squeezed in to the only available gap at the bar. After a short wait he ordered a beer and glanced furtively at the crowd. He felt out of place and having quickly finished his drink he was thinking about leaving when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey James, how are you!" said a deep round voice behind him.
As he turned he could see that it was Will, his personal trainer. James had joined a gym when he moved to the city and one of the perks was 6 sessions with a personal trainer. Will was assigned to him, and James liked the sessions so much he signed up for 12 more. Will was a powerfully built black man in his late 30s. At 6'2" and 200 pounds he looked every bit like a fitness guru. James was surprised to see him as he didn't fit any stereotypical image of a gay man.
"You here with anyone?" Asked Will.
James gulped and shook his head sheepishly.
"Why don't you come and join me and my friends. We have a booth, and seats are almost impossible to get in this place." Said Will gesturing toward the crowded bar.
James followed his trainer back to the booth. Will introduced him to his friends, two other guys and a girl. They were all very friendly and no one appeared to be a couple. They ordered some appetizers, more drinks and the evening passed quickly. The conversation was "normal," in fact it was just hanging out, like he did with his hetero friends back home. James felt much more relaxed. Later he would kick himself for thinking that a gay bar would be any different than any other bar. He realized that it was just a place where gay people could relax and be themselves. Sometime after 1:00 am everyone decided to call it a night and James was glad he chose the bar.
The following Monday, James had a training session. Will was business as usual, squats, weights, burpees, and some intense cardio. The 50 minutes passed quickly and Will had another client so he gave James a "good work" and quickly moved on to his next appointment.
During the workout James took a little more notice of Will. He had on loose basketball style shorts that were made of a shiny synthetic. The fabric of the shorts showed off his sculpted glutes and draped over what appeared to be a sizable package. Will had a massive chest and large arms and a small waist, a body builder's physique. As he showered in the locker room he felt his cock swell, and furtively stroked his member with a soapy hand. He took his other hand and soaped his ass, pushing a finger into his tight hole. He had a large dildo at home that he often used during his stroke sessions, now he easily worked two fingers into his ass. Realizing he might be taking this too far in a public locker room, he stopped the self-pleasuring. Coming out of his sexual haze he rinsed off and exited the shower. James thought of Will as he dressed and he tried to redirect his thoughts as he dressed, collected his belongings, and exited the locker room.
"Hey James! James you got a second?" Said Will as he jogged up to catch James as he made his way through the lobby.
"I'm glad I caught you. That was my last client of the day. I got this case of wine from a friend and I was wondering if you wanted to order some food, have a drink, and hangout at my place?"
James felt like he had swallowed a golf ball. He shook his head and squeaked out a "Yeah, yes, sure."
"Great, I'll text you my address. I'm just about a mile away," giving James a firm squeeze on the shoulder.
James arrived at a complex of apartments not far from the gym. Nothing special but nice enough, he found the unit number and knocked on the door.
"Come on in!" Said Will as he ushered James inside.
