On another post I talked about my second gay experience (sorry this is long). I had had sex with a friend of mine, Arron, from 6th to 8th grade. I had not had another gay sex experience until I was a Freshman in college. This is that experience.
I was out with a couple guys drinking, talking with some girls, trying to get laid. Little did I know at the beginning of that night that I was the one going to get fucked that night. We pre-partied at a friends house watching porn. I remember the video, The Curse of the Catwoman, with Selena Steele and Raquel Darrian in it as well. There was a scene, I think at the beginning, where Rocco Sifriedi fucked a girl in an alley way and she slid down the wall when he was done, she was totally spent. Why do I mention this?? First off, it give you the time line. It was early 1990s. Secondly, while watching this with my friends, I was thinking how I did not want to be Rocco, I so wanted to be that girl. A precursor for what was going to happen to me that night. As I said in an earlier post, I am bi. But we went out that night looking to hook up with girls. I was the one who got picked up.
We had been drinking prior to going out and then hit the bars. A friend was driving so I did not have a car. About 2 hours into the night, I was trying to chat up a girl named Jennifer (I remember her name). Very cute but she was not into me obviously. After she blew me off rather rudely, I looked around and my friends were gone. I saw her a bit later totally into a guy much buffer than me. I had struck out getting pussy that night (as it happened a lot for me) and decided to go home. I stood out in the front of the bar looking puzzled when a black guy walked up and asked me what was up. I told him my friends were gone and was looking to go home. No problem, I can take you home he said. I walked with him to his car and he had a twelve back of olympia in the floor board. I was buzzing hard, but not hammered. So I got into his 280z and we started to drive around and drink the beer. I noticed that he kept looking at me, smiling at me. I thought, this guy is gay, no doubt about it. I had now drank enough and my inhibitions were lowered. Gay feelings started to stir in me. We drove around for about 30 minutes, drinking the olympia and he pulled into a vacant lot with nothing around it. We got out and he obviously kept checking me out. We sat on the back of his car, sipping beer for about 5 minutes. Then he turned and stood right in front of me, looking me right in the eyes. My heart started to race furiously. I realized he was making his move on me. Did I lead him on?? Did I give off gay signals?? It didn't matter, I only had seconds to make my choice. Tell him I was not interested, thanks for the beer, take me home. Or the other choice. Submit to him and have sex with him, a black man. Being gay was crazy taboo, a death sentence in the circle I ran in. But being with a black man... He leaned in and put his arms on the back of the car, kind of pinning me in and began to lean forward. He was not sitting back letting me ponder whether or not I was going to let him fuck me. He wanted me and was moving in for the kill. Now I was starring him right in the eyes, 6 inches away. He kept moving forward and then our lips touched. I melted underneath him as our tongues began to dance together.
As soon as he sensed my beta nature, he pounced being an alpha. He kissed me aggressively, and started to unbutton my pants immediately. I did the same. Within seconds, while we continued to kiss, our pants were unbuttoned and we slid them down to our mid thighs. I pulled off his t-shirt and attacked his nipples. My tongue flicking his nipples and kissing his chest. He loved it. I worked his pants down a bit more, and he pushed me back onto the car and we kissed again. As soon as we broke our embrace, I began to kiss down his neck, to his chest, his rock hard abs, and then started to slide down to my knees. When I hit my knees I was in full submissive gay mode. I wanted his cock so bad and looked up at him. I remember thinking, I never got his name and he never asked mine. His shorts were down, but his boxers, pressed out by his manhood, were still hiding his cock. I greedily pulled them down to see an unbelievably beautiful cock. 9 inches long and riddled with crazy veins. His massive balls were attached to a leathery nutsack and hung low from his cock. I looked up at him with his cock less than two inches from my lips. Fuck Jennifer I thought, I am the winner tonight. I would much rather have this black cock than her pussy. And then I launched myself on his cock, pussy the farthest thing from my mind. She made the right decision in rejecting me.
I looked up at him the whole time. He put his hands on the back of my head and I put mine up on his chest. I was not a good cock sucker and I knew it. I had only sucked one other cock in my life and I tried the best I could. He smiled down at me and said a few comments that bordered on racist. Suck my black cock white boy, good white boy, do you friends know you suck black cock?? All of which just turned me on more. My hands continued to worship his tight body, his back, his rips/abs, his legs, and his awesome black ass. His body was incredibly beautiful and I was on fire with lust for him. I recall getting a few of his pubic hairs in my mouth when I went down to suck his balls and pulling them out of my mouth after letting his balls go from my sucking. Funny how you recall such minute details about pulling pubic hairs from your mouth. God, I thought if my friends could see me now...I just finished sucking a mans cock and balls! He also had a strong musk. I recall it to this day. It was, for lack of a better description, intoxicating. His butt cheeks were like steel as well. Grabbing them and holding them with his cock in my mouth was just absolutely awesome. My submissiveness was fully on. He was going to get no resistance from me.
After 20 minutes, my mouth aching now, he pulled me up and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes, his hands all over my body. I was extremely fit at that time. I weighed about 170, but I had ran track all my life. I had no, zero fat on my body. I was in shape, and all muscle. I have to admit, I was a bit of a catch for a gay man back then. He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed my neck and chest focussing on my nipples. He grabbed my ass cheeks and kept spreading them apart running his finger up and down my asshole. He flipped me around and I knew what was coming next.
He bent down and kissed my cheeks. It felt so awesome. He spit on my asshole a couple times. I looked back at him and said...fuck me, please fuck me. He beat his manhood on my cheeks and then positioned his massive head on my white ass and begun to push in. My sphincter resisted at first (only natural). But he lowered himself down and I turned my head and we kissed again. That is all it took. I relaxed as our mouths met and he entered me. His girth was uncomfortable at first but I got used to it. To his credit, he worked me very slow at first. Fuck I thought there is no way I can take him. He steadily worked me and eventually bottomed out in me. It was wonderful feeling him in me like that. His thighs pressed up against the back of my legs, his cock buried completely inside me, and his stomach and pecs pressed up against my back. We ..(continue confession)
