I used to love to go out at times, and spend it alone. I am a bit of a loner anyway, so going places by myself has never been a huge deal. It was a fall evening in the deep south, so even then, at around 9pm, it was still very comfortable enough for short sleeves. This is one of the things I do love about the south, pretty much year round outdoor activities are a daily occurrence , with only a few months of the year that require something heavier than a sweater. One other thing I love about being here in the south are the different nationalities that occupy my community. It is a high tech region, with many cultures being represented. The most important thing to me, is that underneath all the differences, we are all the same.
My tastes happen to be black men. It will always be that way, and for as long as I can remember, the sight of a black man has always made me warm inside. The skin, the eyes, all of it, is very beautiful and intoxicating to me.
In the downtown square, there are many shops of all kinds, scattered with several small Mom and Pop bars and taverns. I liked this part of town, not so developed, more down to earth, and more to my liking in that working class men are here. Construction workers, plant workers and the like, all come here after a hard day of work and like to unwind with a drink or two.
I did stick out a bit, but not enough to be bothered by it. In fact, I was glad that I was different (white), because just as much as I loved the touch of a black man, there were obviously those black fellas who wanted the feel and touch, and yes, sometimes the love, from a white man like myself. I
loved to go in to a particular bar in town to unwind, to listen to the music,to drink my beer, and talk to the people there. The bartender knew me by name, saw me, and motioned me to a seat at the long bar. We exchanged pleasantries, and he had my beer already opened and ready for me. This is also another aspect I love of being here, the open and friendly way of most of the people.
The bar I was in, was in an older building, not too large, and inside, very dark, accentuated with a light fixture over each pool table. The music was never too loud, so having a man to talk with, was never too hard. This was a working man's bar, not a gay one. I prefer this bar, simply because I am more comfortable here. I am also a creature of habit and routine, and this place made me feel at ease. There were many of the usual men here, nursing their beers, and I was sitting on the back side of the bar, where I could see anyone who came in the front door. Listening to a good tune, and drinking my beer, out of the side of my eye I noticed the door open, and then noticed it was someone I had never seen here before. I have to admit that I've never met a stranger. In this day and time, it is dangerous, but then, talking to a new face, or anyone in general, came easily to me, and I also loved to hear about the other person's life, day to day activities, and the stories they had inside of them. We all have stories to tell, and most people are happy to share with someone who has a genuine interest. What can I say?. Men are drawn to me for that reason. I am not classically handsome, but I have a good smile, a decent body, but most of all, the need to feel connected, be it for a minute, an hour, or a lifetime. The man who had entered the bar, looked around the dark bar, and finally saw a bar stool, luckily, right next to mine, and he made a bee line for it. He was large, not as in obese, but in size. You could tell he was not afraid of work, or a good meal, and that to me, is a HUGE turn on in general.
Squeezing himself up against the back wall to pass patrons without too much trouble, he finally made it to the bar stool next to mine. The space was limited, and since he was a good sized black man, it was just natural that at times, our elbows, and our thighs, would "accidentally" touch one another. At first, the usual, "Oh sorry bout that" or "Excuse me". Once I had that beer under my belt, and he had his, the mood loosened up, the music, and smoke filled the air, and the hour was moving on. I knew my limit, and once there, I always got up and left the bar, so I was hoping that the ice would be broken before that, so I told him that he had a great tattoo on his arm. It was very well done, and it fit that nice, muscular arm really well. It turns out his name was Gary, and that he was in town doing some construction work, and would be here for several months before heading back home to Indiana.
Seeing that he was friendly, the talk between us was getting easier and easier. Gary asked me what I was doing in a place like this, and at this time of night. "Well, I'm sittin' here nursing this beer, listening to music, and talking to a nice man". Gary grinned from ear to ear, smiled and said " Me too, but there doesn't seem to be a lot going on around here. What can a man do for fun around here?". At that moment, I felt his thigh touch mine, ever so slightly, and in that instant, chills began to form on my arms. Thank God it was dark in there ,and that he couldn't see them , but in return, I let my thigh push up next to his, and let it linger just a little longer than necessary. Looking back at me, Gary smiled again, and then it was a tug of wars with our thighs. Drinking my beer, looking at Gary, watching him and feeling his leg against mine, I knew something was going to happen that was going to be really nice. "Are you feeling what I'm feeling right about now?" Looking back at Gary, I simply let him know that I was, and what were we going to do about it.
"Let's both have another beer, and then, if you want, we can go on back to my hotel room. Its nice and cool, and we can get more comfortable. You up for it"? I told him to "drink up" and lets get on out of here, yeah, I'm up for it". Gary stood up, and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him, or if I should follow. He gave me the name of the hotel and the room number, and I told him that I would be there in about half an hour, and he looked at me as if he wasn't sure I would show or not. I told him there would be no way in hell I would not show up, and to please be ready for my company. "Okay, partner, I'm looking forward to it", and wound his way through the bar and was out the door.
I was in heaven, knowing that I would have the chance to meet this man, talk with him, and hopefully in the end, be with each other at least for the evening, He was incredibly attractive in all ways, but the thing I found the most attractive, were his smile, his eyes, and the way he spoke to me.
That was something I could get used to, and quickly. The hotel was not too far away, so I asked the bartender for some water, to knock the light buzz in my head, gulped it down, and took off to the the hotel, and to this total stranger that was waiting for me in room 216.
When I knocked on the door, there was not an immediate response, and I knocked a second, then third time. All kinds of doubts ran through my mind, the biggest being that Gary had changed his mind, and wanted nothing to do with me. I heard some movement inside his room, and the door opened, and Gary was in a tight tee shirt, but still had his pants on. That smile invited me in, and with that, as I waled past him into the room, his heat, and his hand gently touched my shoulder, and I knew then it was going to be okay.
The room had two beds in it, and I thought that was the only thing that was available, and thought nothing of it. I sat in the chair that was in the room, and Gary took a seat on the bed. I could tell something was wrong, and me, being who I am, I simply asked him what was on his mind.
"Well....there is something I forgot to tell you ,because honestly, I forgot about it. I think you are a good looking dude, and I wanted to know more about you, wanted to have you here, and the minute I got in my truck and was on the way here, I remembered that Tony was staying here, too. Tony is my brother and we're twin brothers, have worked for the same company for years, and we are like Siamese twins and joined at the hip. If you feel uneasy about this, I wouldn't blame you if you left." I figured if he had a twin brother, if he came in while we were talking, or doing something more intimate, I hoped it wouldn't bother him too much. "Tony is gay too, and he told me about it when we were 19. We have never been together when we are with someone, and I'm hoping that Tony will be out for some time." I only had to think about two seconds to tell him it was okay with me. I wasn't mad, and inside, I have to admit that the thought of two men, who looked and acted the same , might turn into an interesting night.
As the night and the talk went on, there was more interaction, more touching, and a sincere desire to know more about the other. Gary got up to get us some soda, and I watched him, and wondering what his other life was like in Indiana. Did he have a boyfriend, was he seeing anyone at all?.
By this time both of us were on that big bed, and as he came back, he pulled back the covers of that bed, and asked me if I would like to crawl under the covers with him and watch some television. "I know you wont mind if I strip down to get in bed, so if you want, do the same, and lets see what happens. He pulled off that tee shirt, and his chest was pretty , and defined, even with his larger size. He knew I was getting in to watching him strip, and worked his pants off nice and slow. As he pulled them down, his pants took a little more time to work over the prominent bulge that he had between his legs. He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of it, it was who he was, and I liked it. He got under the covers, turned out the light, and the TV was on, while an old episode of " Starskey and Hutch" was playing softly in the background. As I was taking off my clothes, I folded them neatly, since I would be heading back home at some point. It was then that Gary told me what a nice, firm, body I had, "That white skin is so damn delicious, I could lick you up one side and down the other". I went over to his side of the bed, and finally I had to do it. I leaned down to kiss him, and to finally feel his lips against mine. They felt like velvet, and fit me perfectly. Our kissing became more passionate, his tongue lightly brushing across my lips. I let him have his way, and was loving him so much. He put his hand behind my neck, and pulled me into him, and finally our tongues met, and he became very vocal, telling me how he wanted me, even if we had just met. He was soft, and gentle with me, and I asked him to slide over and let me in. He noticed my erection, and brought his mouth to it, and slowly began to lick and suck the head of my cock. He took it deeply into his mouth, and I loved watching his cheeks suck in to take my white cock as deep into his throat as he could. Gently I pulled out, kissed him, and told him to "slide over Gary". I found myself lying in the warm spot his body had left, and I fit perfectly into it. I would let him do whatever he wanted with me, because I was going to taste every inch of this man. We kept kissing each other, each kiss more passionate that the last, and we were exploring each others body. At one point, after wrapping my hand around his thick cock, I pulled back the covers, crawled between his legs, and opened my mouth, just inches from his cock. He could feel my breath on his cock, and he lifted his hips to meet my mouth. I began to suck him gently into my mouth , and the feeling of his cock, in my mouth, was the most incredible feeling in the world. I could taste his maleness,
and took all of him into my throat. His big hands were feeling my body and pulling softly on my nipples when I pulled off his cock, and told him "Pull them as hard as you want, stud" and went back to giving him a slow, and loving blow job. As his fingers began to twist my little nipples, and I began to moan on his cock, it really began to make his dick even harder. I felt him swell in my mouth as I worked my way down to the base of his cock.
His cock was THICK, and I would think around 9, beautifully black, and incredibly hard inches. I loved the look of it, and he loved the fact I could handle all of him with no problem. Pulling quickly off his cock, I raised his legs, and when I sunk my tongue into his ass, he instinctively grabbed his legs so that I could have easier, and deeper, access to that sweet smelling ass, that had some hair around his pucker. I would gently work my mouth and tongue lightly around the outside of his ass, and then, without warning, push my tongue deeply into his hole. " I would love to have you with me every night, to make love to, to talk to, and to laugh with, you are one dirty white boy with a heart of gold!"
I wanted him to feel GOOD and to remember this night, and in the process, I hope that he could tell through my interaction with him,that I would love the same. Quality time with someone with whom I felt a connection. Gary was stretched out on the bed, while my white ass was up in the air, and my tongue , deep in his ass, when I heard the key turn in the lock. By this time, since I knew his brother was gay, I didn't care anymore. I was enjoying pleasing Gary too much to even think about stopping what I was doing.
As the door opened, I heard his brother Tony tell Gary " later", and that he was" sorry to have busted in."
Gary could not respond, simply because he was in a world of his own. As I continued to eat Gary's ass in front of his brother, I didn't hear the door close, and knew he was still there, watching us together. The door finally closed, and once again we were alone. As I began to talk nasty to Gary, and how happy I was glad that we had met, I felt a hand on my ass, lingering slowly, and running his fingers closer and closer to my own hole, and I didn't stop him, either. It felt too good. Nature was going to take its course, three men were going to be together, and in the process, become one. Gary was watching Tony feel me up, and he didn't say anything, but looked into my eyes to make sure I was comfortable with the situation. My low moan assured him I was okay, and he asked me come up to him, with his brother on the other side, so that I was in the middle of the most beautiful sandwich I would ever have the chance to taste.
Tony was very interested in my ass, and commented on how small and pretty it was. Gary was kissing me, pulling away from time to time to tell me how sweet I was, how wonderful I made him feel, and as I returned the kisses he was giving me, I let him know in no uncertain terms that I had never met another man like him in my life. Tony was wetting his fingers with his saliva, and they were working themselves deeper and deeper into my ass. I knew I was getting ready to be fucked, and that I wanted it. I told Gary and Tony to stop for a second and to change positions: Gary on his back, I
straddling Gary, and Tony was going to be behind me. My ass was good, and wet, and open, and I felt a thick head begin to push it's way into me.
Tony told me he would be easy, and that his eight inch cock was not as thick as his brother's. As I straddled Gary, I put a couple of pillows under his head so that he could suck my cock as much as he wanted to. He was definitely into it, and I watched him bob back and forth, and I was
running my hands though his close shaved hair. His throat was hot like fire as he took me deeply into his mouth. It was at that point, that I felt Tony fully, and deeply inside of me, both men working a beautiful rhythm together, so while one cock was drilling into my ass, my cock was drilling Gary unmercifully. The blow job he was giving me was the best I had ever had, and it was very wet, just the way I liked it. I was watching him, eyes closed, and lots of his saliva was all over his face and mouth. God that made me want to cum down his throat at that very moment, but I held off.
Tony kept laying into my body, with each thrust, and as that cock was deeply wedged up my ass. I pulled my cock from Gary's mouth and began to rub it all over his mouth, while he raised up to try to take my cock, once again, deep down his throat. "How does it feel to have your brother with us, two black men, a white guy, and having such a good time?". In unison, both brothers told me how hot it was. Apparently Tony loved white men just as much as Gary, and as much as I loved the way that Tony's cock was filling my ass, it was Gary I wanted to please. To let him know that I was totally into him. The workout I was getting was intense at this point, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to coming, In short, shallow breaths I asked the brothers for a favor. "Let me lay on the bed on my back so that the two of you can come down my throat, would you let me?" Without a word, my cock was now out of Gary's mouth, and Tony was pulling out slowly.
We each had time to catch our breath while Tony was in the bathroom,
cleaning his cock, for the final finale. Tony came up to the bed, I was on my back, with the glow of the TV showing the fine features of the two men who were now on their knees, on each side of me.
I felt Gary push his cock into my mouth, and I hungrily devoured his maleness, I could hear Tony stroking his cock, with an occasional slapping sound of his cock landing on his stomach. Watching me suck his brother with such intensity, I then felt another cock slide into the other side of my mouth. It was difficult at first, and I felt as if I would not be able to breath, but slowly each man developed his own rhythm, and I was able to totally relax, while two masculine voices, both almost identical, were telling me that this was the best time that they had ever had as brothers.
My eyes closed, and my hands on my cock, they encouraged me to milk my cock, so that they could do the same. It was heat , pure and simple, between all of us, and I felt my cum begin to shoot out of my cock, hitting my pubes and stomach, and in large amounts. Gary and Tony pulled out of my mouth at that point to watch me moan and explode in bliss, when I whispered to them "Let loose on me, either in my mouth or face, and that the choice was theirs, I began to pull my own cum up to my own lips, and the brothers, seeing this, wanted to see me eat more of it, including their own. In a few short minutes, the talk of men, building in hot fever, began to shoot load after load of hot sperm, hitting both sides of my face. Hot and creamy, I was in total relaxation, and with men who were totally spent themselves.
Their cum had landed on my cheeks, my nose, and covered a good portion of my eyes. I began to feel each brother use their cocks to push their cum up to my waiting lips, and feed it back to me. Creamy shots of sperm were now on my tongue and down my throat, Gary was playing in my own wet cum, and pulling it to his own lips, eyes closed, and a look of real love on his face.
That night, in the space of about 6 hours, I had met a good man, his very friendly brother, and all three of us fell asleep shortly thereafter, and I was between the both of them. I spent the night with them in their room,
and had no intention of leaving anytime soon. The next morning, all of us went to have some breakfast and to talk some more. At one point, Gary looked at me and said " I don't want you to leave". Tony stopped eating his eggs just long enough to say " I think he really means it.."
I took one look at Gary, and said " I'm not going anywhere, or anytime, soon".
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Strength Through Adversity