I'm leaning against the wall near the door at Dirty Sally's, nursing a beer. It's about noon on Sunday. This is a Labor Day weekend so the crowd is even bigger than usual.
I'm a little shy in bars. Especially crowded noisy bars. It doesn't matter. I can just hang out in a gay bar and a guy will hit on me. I'm not handsome, but I am tall, rugged, and moderately athletic, dressed in blue jeans and a tight tee-shirt. Also, I'm available. Right now. That's important for a lot of the men in Dirty Sally's, especially on a Labor Day weekend.
A black man in his late 20s comes up to me. He's wearing civilian clothes—sneakers, khaki pants, and a long-sleeved tan shirt—but he has a military haircut and bearing. He's probably stationed at Fort Hood but it could be one of the bases in San Antonio. "Hi. Can I buy you a beer?" he asks.
Of course he can. His name is Nick. We talk about nothing significant over fresh beers and then leave. Of course, he doesn't have a place, so we go to mine. I take my car and he follows me home in his pickup truck.
Back at my house, Nick and I head straight for the bedroom. The king-sized waterbed takes up most of the space. We strip quickly and face each other naked. His cock is still soft, but growing long and heavy. So is mine.
I take Nick in my arms and kiss him. I'm glad he doesn't resist. Some men do. Blow jobs and ass fucking are all right with a lot of guys, but they draw the line at kissing.
Nick kisses me back, aggressively, with more tongue than women usually like. I'm not the first man he's kissed. He does it really well, rubbing his hard body against mine while we knead each others' firm buttocks.
I break the kiss and take a step back. His cock is hard now, standing out from his tightly-curled pubic thatch. I wrap my fingers around his stiff shaft. It's longer and thicker than my erect penis, milk-chocolate brown with a bright pink tip. "God, you're sexy." I sink to my knees and take his oversized rod in my mouth. It tastes of sweat, precum, and hot man.
Nick's cock is one of the biggest I've encountered. Not all black men are that well hung, but he certainly is. I take its head and shaft deep into my throat. It's a big stretch. I have to pull back to get a breath before going back down on him, but I take a little more of his massive rod each time.
Finally, my compressed lips grip the base of his swollen cock. I have that whole big black monster deep in my throat. We stay still until I run out of air. I pull away, gasping for breath. My cock is as hard as a steel pole.
"Man," Nick whispers. "That was great. Not many can take the whole thing."
"I like a challenge." I suck his cock, stroking his swollen shaft—so thick I can barely close my thumb and index finger around it—while I kiss its hot pink crown, clamping my lips around its corneal ring, licking its tightly-stretched skin, and probing its cum-slit with the tip of my tongue.
I slide my circled thumb and index finger down to the base of his cock and curl my remaining fingers against his bulging balls. He moans as I bob on his rod, going from barely kissing its tip to taking its entire length deep in my throat.
He grabs my shoulders and fucks my face. I grip his rod and squeeze his balls to keep him from getting too rough. He groans and I can tell he's getting close.
I like sucking guys off, but I'd rather feel Nick's hot cum splashing my anal walls, after he's given me a long hard pounding. Most of the men I pick up—or do they pick me up?—are total bottoms. I like being a top, but not all the time. And I really want Nick's big thick black pole up my ass.
Nick pulls his throbbing dick out of my mouth. "You're a great cocksucker." He grips me under my armpits and lifts me to my feet.
"You've got a great cock. I love sucking it." I tongue-kiss him. He tongue-kisses me back. Our tongues lash each other violently.
"I like your cock, too." He grips my swollen rod and strokes it roughly. "Now, I'd like it up my ass." He lies on the bed and lifts his butt, showing me his sexy little puckered hole, pink against the tan flesh surrounding it.
I spend a few seconds admiring his sexy ass, balls, and especially his rock-hard dick. I still want that big stiff pole up my asshole, but I'll settle for fucking his butt. I get the lube, coat my index finger with the slippery gel, and slide it up Nick's hot little hole.
He looks surprised, but takes it easily enough. I twist my wrist while working my finger in and out, distributing the lube. I pull out, add more lube, and stick it back in. "Come on," he says. "I'm ready."
