I'm Kirk 50 years old. White male 180lbs 5' 10" good shape. Athletic build. Strait but into black guys with big cocks.
I have been broken up with Robin for 4 months. There is a new woman in my life the past 2 months. She is fun in bed but much younger. Other then a great fuck I'm bored.
I work in a town about 90 miles away. I have started to stay close to work to save money on gas. I was looking forward to the weekend and some fun with my girlfriend. I had been good all week and had one night left. Good as in no gay cheating.
It had been a long week an in the 100s. Tiered of sitting in the hotel an drinking I showered got dressed in a light weight shirt, shorts an flip flops. An walked down the street to a dive bar I had seen.
I pushed the door open and went in. I perched myself on a barstool to ordered a beer. As I drank my beer I turned and glanced around the bar. 2 guys were playing pool 4 other guys sat round a table, they looked to be in their late 30s mid 40s fit and athletic. They were all black. I love black cocks, something real special about them. I looked away not wanting to make eye contact. The bartender was a tall black guy, 40ish and I guess about 250lbs. He wore an oversized singlet, which revealed his muscular arms and shoulders. When he moved you got flashes of his smooth chest and nipples. Testosterone loaded nasty looking guy.
One of the guys that had been sitting at the table came to the bar. I got to know his name later, Melvyn he was 30ish 6' and about 180lbs. He stood beside the stool I was sitting on; he looked at me with threatening eyes and said in a sneering manner, " We don't get white dudes in here much". He let his muscular hairy arm brush against my arm. As much as I like black guys I was thinking this place is TOO threatening, maybe I should finish my beer and find my way to my hotel.
I downed my beer and started to leave. He stopped me by placing his hands on my shoulder. He was inches from my face. I could smell the nicotine and alcohol on his breath as he said, "Why is a pretty white boy like you in a hurry, don't you like it here?" "Its nothing like that I have to go." I attempted to push by him.
He pushed me back against the bar. He gently ruffled my hair with his large Black Hand. He said where are you going faggot. Those are some pretty toes. I forgot about me resent pedicure I had gotten for Dylan the man whos cock I love an kept my toes painted for. Again he said FAGGOT BOY where you gong. He was enjoying humiliating me in front of his homies; it made him feel good.
I was in a state of fear my whole body was shaking. But God did I want to be humiliated more by him. He looked at me and lazily stroked his hands over my shoulders and arms, down to my butt. "If you show me respect and do as I tell you, I'll be nice to you. You be disrespectful and I'll have to be nasty." He said in a deep voice. Then boomed "YOU UNDERSTAND SISSYBOI." I was still shaking as I nodded my head to indicate I understood.
He reached out and grabbed me under the chin, "good boy," he said as he stared into my eyes, then looked over to his homies with a smile on his face. The bartender was going about his duties, clearing the tables.
Melvyn stood in front of me and started to unbutton my shirt. He stroked his hand over my naked hairless chest. "Your smooth and soft just like a girl," he whispered into my ear.
Thats something I do for Dylan.
He pulled my shirt off, letting it drop to the ground. He moved his hands down and pushed my shorts down. I made a small move away. He raised his hand as if he intended to hit me across the face with the back of his hand. "Don't do that or I'll get nasty with you," he said. My shorts fell to my ankles. I could see the whites of his eyes as he stared at me with a smile on his face as he ran his fingers inside the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulled them down to my knees. When he released them they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. The bartender seeing me naked locked the door to the bar.
"Get down on your knees and undo my pants", he demanded. As I knelt down I could see the large silhouette of his massive cock in his pants. I was mesmerized an my mouth was watering. I just knelt there spell bound and in a daze. When I eventually looked up he was shaking his head and frowning down at me, "FUCKING DO AS I TELL YOU BITCH", he boomed as he clenched his fist. My hesitation had made him angry, I needed.to get busy.
" YOU FUCKING DO AS I TELL YOU SISSY", he boomed as he clenched his fist. My hesitation had made him angry, resisting him would not look good in front of his homies. I unbuckled his leather belt. His belt was dangling un-done as I unbuttoned the top button of his pants and unzipped his zipper. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, he kicked them aside.
His cock looked to be hard in his pants, when it was exposed it wasn't it was flaccid. It hung nearly half way to his knees, thick and big, well defined. He grabbed his dick and presented it to my face. "SUCK IT WHITE BOY," he boomed, "Make it hard then I'm going to use it to fuck you."