While the evening leading up to my first bi-sexual experience has become a distant memory, the event itself still lingers in my mind...
Ray was a six foot, 160 pound, very dark skinned black man. We worked out together in the local gym several days a week. When we got back to my place, he asked me if I had any porn. I said I had some penthouse magazines. We looked at the pages, and he casually asked me what kind of sex I liked—F2F, M2F, MFF or even MMF. I said my experiences were all F2M but that I thought about the other couplings. This made him smile. As the chat became all about sex and those centerfold women, he asked what I thought about he and I pulling out our cocks to masturbate in front of each other while we read.
I poured another glass of wine for each of us and he quickly removed his all his clothes except his t-shirt. When I gave him his glass of wine, it was nearly impossible not to check out his body and a very black and veiny erect cock pointing up at me. The cock was 7 to 8 inches in length, a moderate set of balls covered with very short black hair, and most surprisingly a mushroom shaped circumcised cock head that was so black, it was a very dark purple in appearance. Having never been with a man before, the image of this first cock pointing at me, a cock that was eager to experience me, was a fantasy come to life.
Well I was very aroused and told him, "Ray you have a great looking cock!" I've never seen a black cock before and it was a foot from my hand and twitching involuntarily with excitement. Once I gave Ray his wine, I stripped to my t-shirt. My mind was reeling as I had never had a bisexual experience like the one playing out in my mind—I had to at least touch that cock and fate only knew where it would go from there.
It is hard to not discount the surroundings we were in. Here we were in my very small trailer. A waterbed for living room furniture, kitchen and dining room just feet away and a African black man standing naked touching himself in the middle of this dimly lit scene. In the cramped quarters, I could not move without brushing against him every time I passed like fate had conspired to make sure this part of foreplay was not to be lost.
Moreover, it was inconceivable from my immediate thoughts that we would not wind up fucking one another in the ass before the night was out. I had played with my ass many times before while I masturbated but never gave it serious thought that I would ever have a chance to get fucked with a real cock.
Truth be told, I always had some attraction or sexual wonder what it would feel like with another guy. To be with a person that had a high sex drive and wasn't too concerned with norms. I remember thinking back how my asshole twitched with anticipation causing my cock to pull against my tight belly as if I was already clamping down on Ray's shaft buried in me.
Ray was quick to bring me back to the moment as I wondered transfixed staring at his cock what it would do once I had it in my mouth. My fantasies had over taken me now and I was confident that before Ray left, I was going to drop the biggest load of cum ever and Ray's mushroomed black cock was going to be covered in my saliva or releasing his cum streams in my "man-pussy" before he left my door.
Ray then broke the ice, "have you ever thought about two guys having sex?" My response was "Ray, given our state of undress, yes!" As I composed myself and resisted my urge to just drop to y knees and drink his black cum straight down my throat, I said, "Ray, I've never been with a guy but thought about it. You're hard cock this close to mine, the contrasting colors, is a huge turn on."
I took the initiative like a kid in the toy store and asked him, "Can I touch your cock?" Ray chuckled, "Hell, if you don't I'm leaving!" We both laughed and took a few more drinks of our wine as I reached over and placed my hand around the shaft of his veiny cock. As was able to wrap my hands around his fat cock and I could feel his pulse as if I was taking his vitals via his crotch.
Our actions were filled with sexual anticipation as we both jumped on the bed, still naked from the waist down now sporting pulsing cocks each with precum dripping in rainbow lines down to the floor. As each propped ourselves up, glass of wine and Penthouse Story magazines in our hands, we glanced over at each other and smiled setting our wine on the headboard and putting our free hand on our own cocks stroking our shafts and fondling our nut sacks.
We relaxed for a few minutes, reading and stimulating ourselves and taking sexual glances over at the other—seeing how the other is stroking and what makes him feel good from rubbing the tip with the end of the fingers to fingering an ass to full length stimulation of the entire engorged cock.
Every time I looked at Ray's black cock it always had two large, pulsating veins and they were trying to pop out of his skin. His purple head, so different in color from the shaft, but it was a magnificent site standing straight up with his balls pulled in as if they were going to shoot.
The purple black head was glistening with his precum and it was so smooth and large and as he rubbed it, each stroke brought more cum out of the slit. Ray was moaning, saying things like, "Wow, you're making me so horny with this and that cock!" "I can't wait to cum and show you how excited this makes me, you stroking that white cock!"
