It's my secret. It's my hidden desire. My love. I don't share it with anyone. I don't expect anyone to understand, I don't understand myself. I don't know why I do it, well, yes, I do. I'm a jerk, an asshole, a bastard, and a closet case of sorts. If my friends knew, they would look differently at me. I would feel differently in front of them, so I get my fix, in secret, on the down low.
I guess you would call me your typical fit blond hair, blue eyed twunk. I'm too muscled to be a twinkie, too skinny to be a hunk. I work out four to five times a week, but that's just to keep my five foot eight frame in top shape. My pride and joy are my cakes, my bubble, my muscle buns of steel. It's hard and firm, and guys love it. Especially black guys, but I'm not into black guys... publically.
I only date white guys, maybe a Latin guy if he's hot enough. I have a criteria. White or Latin, fit under 30, professional, at least seven inches. That's what I look for in a date. It's what's expected of me. What I really want is a sexy black man. The right man, I'll bend over for without hesitation or drop to my knees for. Like the man I visit tonight. The one I visit almost every weekend.
He takes me in his arms and holds me close as he slides in me. I love the contrast of my skin against his. The way he kisses me, it's soft and gentle yet so hard and controlling. He gives me what I need, what I yearn for, yet I am only with him in secret. When he sees me in the bars, he gives me a crooked smile, knowing later that night I'll be in his bed.
An outsider would think I was using him, ashamed of him, that I just thought of him as a piece of meat. Thing is, he's in the same boat that I am. I'm his white boy shame. His boys and family would never let him live it down if he they knew. He hides me just as much as I hide him, if not more. We both date, flirt and fuck others that society thinks we should, but in the safety of our bedrooms, we are together.
This is another of our encounters. Friday night, and he's waiting for me. His apartment is unlocked for me. Doesn't really matter, I have a key, just like he has a key to mine. I strip at the front door, he likes me naked as soon as I come in. I like to please him. What he wants, he gets from me. We may fuck others, but only we can satisfy each other.
I'm naked in his dark apartment. He's in the bedroom, naked in the bed, no doubt hard at the thought of me crawling into his bed and wrapping my lips around his mighty python. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. I make my way to the bedroom. He's there propped up on the bed, his legs spread welcoming me, holding my treat for me like I'm a dog. His dog.
I crawl up on the bed between his legs and lick. I drag my tongue slowly up from the bottom of his balls up his thickly veined meat to the bulbous tip. He moans his pleasure. I lick up and down, up and down. He takes a fist full of my hair, aims his cock at me and pulls me onto him, impaling my throat with his thick delicious meat. I almost choke as the first seven of his ten inch monster enters me, but I've learned to take it all.
