Steve flopped down onto his bed, his muscles aching from the hour and a half he had spent working out in the gym. After a few minutes he got up, fixed himself a drink of water and switched his computer on. He was tired and a little horny, he hooked himself up with a porn site, hit random image and was confronted by a woman with three huge black cocks in her mouth. Nice, he thought to himself. He hit random again and got another image, this time of a blonde with cum dripping from her mouth. More of the same followed, then he hit random once more and up came two men, a white guy and a black guy, the white guy on his knees, the black guy with his cock in the white guys mouth, his hands holding the white guys head in place. Steve looked at the photo for a little while, feeling repulsion, then intrigue, then... he hit the 'next' button to take him to the next image in the gallery, the same two guys, this time, the black guys huge hard cock was buried deep in the white guys throat...
Steve had viewed the whole gallery, watched the videos, then gone back to looking at images of women being fucked again. He took his achingly erect cock from his shorts, caressed it gently at first and then took a firm grip of himself. His hand slowly rose up and down his cock, he twisted his hand around slightly, made sure he pulled his foreskin right back, revealing the head. Steve's mind filled with the images he had seen on the computer, he thought about the blonde, he thought about the bitch getting fucked by the big black cocks, he thought about the white guy with the black guys cock in his mouth. Once that image had come up, Steve tried to force himself back to the women, but he couldn't get the image, nor the subsequent ones out of his head. He gave up trying to remove them and concentrated on the images and movie of the men, fucking and sucking each other. He thought about being the white guy, having the huge black cock in his mouth, he thought about wrapping his lips around the giant purple head, all the while still stroking his own cock. He thought about having that big black cock fill his mouth, his throat with it's size, that fucker must've been ten inches long.
As pre-cum began to form on the top of Steve's cock, he rubbed it around the head with his thumb, then he licked his thumb, tasting his own. Visions of that thick black cock filled his head, visions of him being bent over and that the black stud ripping his virgin arse apart, forcing that huge dick inside him. Steve moved his hand up and down his shaft faster and faster, his arm tensed, his mind full of dicks, his imagined the black guy shooting a hot load of cum in his face and then Steve felt his body tense as his own cum spurted out of his cock, covering his t-shirt, jeans and his hand. Steve went to lick the cum from his fingers, but stopped just short. The intensity and pleasure of his orgasm quickly turning to guilt as he thought about what he had been fantasising about, after all, Steve was a straight man, he wasn't supposed to be turned on by hard fat cocks, he liked women, he loved them, their curves, their breasts, the taste of a hot wet pussy...
Steve changed his jeans and shirt, put them in the wash and then made himself a meal. He sat at the table in his dining room as he ate, the T.V on but paying no attention to it, his mind wandering all over the place. I need to get laid.... He decided that his earlier fantasy must've just been the product of not having had sex in a few weeks and curiosity, after all, he couldn't be gay, could he?
...o0o...
Steve woke at seven thirty, showered, cleaned his teeth and dressed, he had a conference to attend at work. He was not looking forward to it, these things dragged on for hours. When he arrived he went into the building, grabbed a cup of coffee, spoke to a few colleagues from other offices, and then went to see who was around outside. Steve spotted Mark and Melissa, the pair of them chatting away, smoking at the end of the drive. He walked over to them, chatted to them before it was time for the conference to start.
At the first break, he took a coffee, used the bathroom and spent some time outside, again chatting with Melissa and Mark. Melissa was a short women and a big woman. Steve admired her cleavage, her breasts were huge, and the low cut top she was wearing showed them off perfectly, perhaps a little too perfectly as Steve caught himself staring at them whilst Mark spoke to him.
Lunchtime came around, Steve headed to the toilet. On the way out of the cubicle he bumped into Melissa. "You having fun?"
"So much."
"Your top is..."