Black and Gay

Black and Gay By Adam Stewart

My name is Sam and my parents emigrated from Ghana to England in their early twenties. I have a twin brother called Michael and we're twenty-four years old. He's now married to Kirsty but I'm gay and to date don't have a regular boyfriend.

I knew I was different from a young age. When Michael and I were seven, he played with a girl a few doors away from where we lived in Southwark, south London, but I was only interested in her brother. Girls have never interested me and when we were in our early teens he asked me one day "Are you queer, man?" By that time, I knew I was gay so I replied "Yeah; do you have a problem with that?" He replied "Of course not man; you're my brother." We did however agree to keep it from my parents because although we knew they loved us very much and we loved them, neither of us were sure how they'd react knowing they had a gay son. In the black community, being gay is not considered cool and can cause a lot of agro so the least said, the better.

Since my brother and I shared a bedroom in the small house my parents lived in, we frequently saw each other naked and discussed sexual matters. When we were both going through puberty, we would even show each other our morning erections. Michael told me about his first sexual experience with a girl when he was eighteen and I told him about mine with a guy. By this age we were both big lads, in more ways than one!

When I was at school, I was very keen on sports, especially swimming. Neither of us were that academic and both left school with few qualifications. At age nineteen, Michael met Kirsty and I could tell they were madly in love with each other. At age twenty he married her so I was left alone and missed him terribly.

My swimming was my life so I swam almost every day. When I left school I had to get a job but I was more interested in swimming. By this time, I'd joined a local swimming club and used their twenty-five metre pool whenever I could. Even at school I was the best swimmer and generally won all the prizes for swimming. A swimming coach at the club took particular interest in me and frequently encouraged me. I think Keith was gay but nothing was said and I suspect he recognised me to be the same. One advantage of swimming is that you're constantly with other young guys in their swimming trunks and, of course, when I showered I'd frequently have gorgeous naked guys to admire. Despite the number of gorgeous males around, I kept my sexuality to myself, especially when in the bar with other black guys. On reaching twenty, I visited the gay bars in Soho having decided they were far enough away from the guys I met in the local bars where I lived.

One day, Keith pulled me to one side after I'd completed a larger than normal number of lengths in the pool. "You're an excellent swimmer Sam; have you ever thought about taking swimming up as a career. If so, I'd be happy to be your personal coach."

For a moment I could hardly speak because the thought of swimming as a career was something I'd never thought would be in my grasp. I said I'd love to so he told me to get dressed and meet him in the lobby. As I showered, I felt my whole body shake with excitement and hardly noticed the young naked guy beside me.

"Let's go back to my flat, if that's okay with you. We can talk in confidence there."

I wondered if it was just a ploy to get into my pants but agreed. Keith was a good looking guy and I later found out that he was thirty-six. My sex life was non-existent so had he wanted sex with me I'd have been up for it. However, when we got into his apartment not far from the pool, he got straight down to business.

"If you really want to make a living from swimming, you will need to make it to the very top of the sport. In order to do this, you will need to train and train and train again. The majority of a competitive swimmer's time is not spent competing; it's spent in the training pool or the gym.

Becoming a competitive swimmer is more of a lifestyle choice than a career. In order to be successful, you will need to keep your body in peak condition at all times, and you will constantly have to refine and develop your technique. You will need to manage your diet, train every single day, and have serious drive and determination.

The majority of competitive swimmers compete in pool swimming competitions. However, more and more people are beginning to develop an interest in open water swimming, the newest Olympic sport. Competitive swimmers tend to specialise in certain strokes such as freestyle, breaststroke or butterfly, and distances such as 200 metres or 50 metres. However, most will compete in more than one event at the same swimming competition.

Competitive swimmers do not earn a salary. They make money through sponsorship, endorsements and prize money. Some world-record breaking swimmers earn millions of pounds through endorsements, although this is very rare. In fact, very few people are able to make a living purely through swimming so many swimmers have part-time jobs to fund their training and equipment costs. A more lucrative way to make money through swimming, is to work as a swimming teacher or instructor at a leisure centre or sports complex.

As you can imagine, this is not an average nine-to-five job. To become a world-beating swimmer, who makes money purely from their sport, you will need to eat, sleep and breathe swimming. You will be required to travel all over the world for competitions, which may understandably involve working weekends and national holidays from time to time.

There are no academic requirements for competitive swimmers. To thrive in this sport, you will simply need natural talent, determination, strength, technique and discipline. I've already noticed your interest and dedication to swimming so you're past the first hurdle. As you progress and become more successful in these events, you will need to enter national swimming competitions. If you prove to be good, you may even be selected by Team GB and invited to train for international swimming competitions all over the world. But, this is incredibly rare and it's important that you keep things in perspective. Very few people in the world become competitive, medal-winning swimmers. Also, a career as a competitive swimmer will be relatively short-lived which is why you need to develop a career related to the sport once you have finished competing.

Training will be a daily occurrence. With the guidance of your coach, you will train almost every day of the year, refining your technique, building your strength, increasing your stamina and working on small parts of a swimming race, such as tumble turns and diving.

There is no real career progression. Once you have established yourself on the international swimming scene, it will be up to you to stay there, winning medals and training like an absolute demon. Once you are past your peak and take a step back from competing, you may look to focus your efforts on training other elite athletes. Alternatively, you could set up a business as a freelance swimming instructor."

When he'd stopped talking I sat there trying to take in what he'd said although most of it seemed logical and was nothing new. I loved swimming and was prepared to do all it took to become the best.

"Are you still interested in taking up swimming as a career?"

"Yes; definitely. I love swimming; it's my life and I don't care how much training I do or the number of hours it takes. It's the money I need to get there that worries me because my parents don't have much and I only have a little put by."

"First you need to obtain an STA teaching qualification but there is funding available for this. These courses take about seventy hours of training over a period of time. From what I've seen of you so far, you'd fly through one of these courses in my view and once you've got the qualification you can register yourself as a swimming teacher or a coach. As it happens, I'm looking for someone to assist me at the swimming pool for coaching young people and from what I've seen of your ability, I'd be more than happy to take you on in that post. I'd be willing to coach you in return for you working for me so with the funding, I reckon you'd be able to manage until you gain your full teaching qualification.

So, what do you say?"

"Wow, it sounds perfect; yeah, I'd love to accept your offer."

"I take it you still live at home so before we go any further, do you envisage any problems with your parents if you decide to take up swimming for a career?"

I told him they certainly wouldn't mind and would more than likely encourage me. He then asked about my personal life; did I have a regular girlfriend or have any thoughts of marriage. I smiled and shook my head. "Girls don't interest me" I grinned.

He nodded and smiled as his eyes drifted down to my crotch. "I had a feeling you were gay which is fine by me and it avoids any conflict of interest. What about a boyfriend?"

"Nope; not met anyone who's interested in me and being black it's not easy in any event."

"I can imagine; you're an attractive guy but if you embark on this career I'm afraid the love life would have to take a back seat until you're further on in the process."

I said I was happy to do that so we got down to the details. An STA teaching course was shortly about to start in London so he said he'd obtain the necessary forms for me to apply and those to obtain funding. He seemed confident that I'd get some which eased my mind. It also meant I'd have to give up my current job, but I was more than happy to do that since it was boring and would lead nowhere.

It was arranged that I'd return the next day to fill in the necessary forms with his help and I'd start working as his assistant once I'd given my weeks' notice with my current employer.

"Thank you so much" I said as I got up to leave.

He smiled and hugged me saying he was more than happy to help and he was sure I'd do well if I worked at it. That was the least of my worries since I loved swimming so was happy to put in whatever hours were necessary.

When I got home I told my parents what Keith had said and that I was to become his assistant at the pool in return for him coaching me. I also told them about the STA teaching course and both were very happy for me.

A week later, I'd left my boring job, had filled in the application forms for the STA teaching course and applied for funding. I was now working as Keith's assistant at the pool whilst waiting for my applications to be accepted. Within a few days I heard the results. I'd been accepted on the teaching course and I'd been accepted for funding. I jumped with joy and Keith gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. I wondered whether he'd have been so personal had I been straight but I didn't care. He was a nice guy and although I didn't think of him in a sexual way, he was certainly nice looking and I suspected he had a boyfriend.

Within three months I'd completed my training and was a qualified swimming instructor. My training with Keith was also going well and he'd entered me into my first competition. He'd told me to have one night a week for relaxation so each Friday I visited the gay bars in Soho. I met various guys, some of whom I had sex with back at their place but met nobody special, which was just as well since my training routine was exhausting.

My first competition arrived and I was nervous but Keith told me I'd be fine. I was and came out on top. It was a big relief and encouraged me to continue my rigorous training routine. During training, Keith was relentless but when we stopped he was a delightful guy. We'd often have the pool to ourselves and when we'd finished training I'd go to the showers, strip off my trunks and enjoy the warm water bathing my aching body. He'd frequently stand and watch me going through things I needed to work on to improve but I guessed that he enjoyed looking at his naked trainee. It didn't bother me, in fact I rather liked it.

I enjoyed my work as a swimming instructor which had to be fitted in between my training. Each Friday evening I'd take a break and visit my favourite gay bar in Soho. My parents never asked where I was going and I often wondered if they knew about my sexuality since girls never entered my life but they also knew I had to concentrate on my swimming.

On one particular Friday night, I was picked up by a guy called Rory. He was twenty and white but seemed to have no problem with picking up a black guy. I'd noticed on the gay dating sites that many white guys said `no blacks or Asians' on their profile. Whilst talking to another gay black guy he told me there was a lot of racial discrimination within the gay scene and it shocked me but that was life and I couldn't change the colour of my skin even if I'd wanted to. Even so, I found it disturbing but as a black man I had to get used to it. When Rory started chatting me up I was pleasantly surprised. He was a good looking guy and I fancied him. When he heard I was a competitive swimmer, he seemed even more interested.

He lived in south London not that far from where I lived, but far enough away not to be known in my area. I told him that I had to train hard so couldn't spend a lot of time with him but it didn't deter him. As it happened, I wasn't training on the Saturday as the pool wasn't available so I had a whole day to relax. Rory took me back to his flat and we had a great time. He was a bottom so enjoyed me fucking him. Since I was versatile it suited me.

"Yeah, love the feel of your big black cock up my arse" he'd say as I gave him a good roasting.

I'd sent a text to my dad to say I'd met a friend and would not be back until the Saturday evening so Rory and I had the whole day together. We spent most of it having sex but I enjoyed the relaxation from swimming or teaching others. Now I'd got my qualification I had my own students although I still helped Keith out in part payment for his services as my trainer which was in addition to the small fee I gave him. He seemed happy enough with the arrangement which was the main thing. Rory and I stayed friends for a long time but neither of us were looking for a regular boyfriend so it suited us both just to meet up every so often.

At last my first major competition came along. It was a county event so was important. During the weeks leading up to it I trained every minute I could. Although I knew I was in peak condition because apart from swimming I also spent time in the gym, I was nervous when the day came for the competition. Keith told me to relax so I did my best to do so. As usual, once in the water I forgot my concerns and went for it. I won the competition hands down and was over the moon. Reporters from the local press were all round me and wanted interviews with me and Keith. It was good publicity for both of us since he wanted to take on more competitive swimmers and become a professional coach. My parents were also excited when they saw my picture in the local papers and Michael was too.

Having done so well in my first major competition, others followed. I sometimes wondered why I'd decided to follow this route because the work it required was exhausting. At times I could hardly think straight because all I did was swimming or work-outs in the gym. The only respite I had was when I was giving young people swimming lessons. With my newly found public recognition, I was rapidly being approached by parents who wanted to hire me to coach their siblings. With Keith's help I managed to control that and keep it manageable but some days when my own training had not gone well I was tempted to give it all up and just concentrate on the swimming instruction. The problem was, that one went with the other and I knew if I gave up the competitive swimming then my fame as a teacher would diminish so I was in a catch twenty-two position. Keith throughout this time provided amazing support. He frequently took me back to his flat after a particularly hard session of training. He'd sit me down on the sofa and put his arms round me to comfort me.

"I know it's hard Sam but you can do it; you've just got to convince yourself that you're good. You're a talented and personable guy". He then added with a big grin "As well as being fucking gorgeous". As he said this he placed a hand on my thigh and for a moment I thought he was going to grope me but sadly he didn't. Had he done so I'd have been more than happy because the more I got to know him, the more I liked him sexually and would have jumped into bed with him if he'd given the sign I was looking for but Keith was a professional and never mixed work with pleasure. Even so, during that difficult period, I found he was a great comfort to me. I still met guys at the gay bars and had a good time but I knew none of them were right for a relationship. I was envious of Michael because I could see that he loved Kirsty more than anything in the world and I ached to find someone to do the same even though I knew my life as a swimmer would be difficult for them.

It was a Saturday evening when things at home came to a head. I'd had another gruelling day of training with Keith and I came home tired and depressed.

"You need to find yourself a nice young girl to comfort you" my dad said. I looked at him with open eyes. "Don't you ever meet any girls you fancy?"

"No" I replied sharply which made him frown at me. "You're out almost every Friday night so I assume you go to the bars and clubs so surely you must meet lots of nice girls. With your fame I bet they're all over you."

I said nothing for a moment but I could see he wasn't going to let the matter drop so I decided to come clean.

"I'm not interested in girls."

He looked at me with a frown on his face and then smiled. "Ah, I see; why didn't you tell us son; your mother and I don't mind who you have fun with. I take it what you're saying is that you're..." He paused clearly not able to say the word.

"Gay; is that what you're trying to say?"

"Well, yes; are you?"

"Yes dad I am; I've known I was from a very early age and have never liked girls in that way."

He nodded as if he understood but I wasn't sure he really did.

"I'm gay dad and don't want a girlfriend; what I'd really like to find is a boyfriend who can comfort me when I'm down and enjoy life with. Would you and mum accept that? Would your mates accept that if they found out you had a gay son because you know what the black community is like."

"Of course we would son; we love you and we want you to be happy whatever your sexuality happens to be. As far as our friends are concerned I don't give a fuck what they think; you're our son so it's none of their business."

I was relieved to hear him say that and rushed over to where he was sitting and hugged him. I hadn't done that for years and it felt good. Just then, mum came into the room wondering what was going on so dad told her my news.

She shrugged and grinned. "Do you think I didn't know son?" she laughed.

Dad looked at her with amazement. "You never said" he chided her.

"Why should I? I decided it was up to Sam to tell us when he felt the time was right but as far as I'm concerned, you're still my son so I don't give a jot what you are. As long as you're happy then I'm happy."

I rushed over to her and gave her an equally big hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks mum."

"Does Michael know?" Dad suddenly asked. I told him he did and he'd known for years.

When I went to bed that night I felt so relieved. The hurdle I'd been dreading had been crossed without any problem. The following day when I went to the pool for my next session with Keith, I told him my news and that my parents accepted my sexuality.

"That's great news Sam but don't spread it around because if it becomes public knowledge it will affect your career."

For a moment that took away my pleasure of being out with my parents. "Why the fuck should the public bother whether or not I'm gay?"

"Just because homosexuality is more accepted now doesn't mean everyone is happy about what people like us do. You're no doubt aware of the fierce debates that go on in some quarters about gay marriage and the like, so I strongly recommend that you keep it to yourself. Why do you think I never talk about my sexuality? If parents knew their precious off-spring were being taught by a poofter, then my number of students would no doubt decline rapidly."

"It's not fucking fair" I growled.

"Life is not fucking fair but that's what we have to work with so get over it."

I nodded as I stripped off and donned my swimming trunks. I could tell he was admiring my naked body and smiled to myself.

"Have you not got a regular boyfriend?" he asked casually.

"No" I replied.

"I'm surprised because you're a very attractive guy and you have a lovely personality; perhaps you're looking in the wrong places."

"Any suggestions?" I grinned as I walked with him out to the pool area.

I had another gruelling session with Keith but I felt content at the end of it knowing I'd at last come out to my parents. My next task was to find a guy to love.

Several months later and following more successes at local swimming competitions, I went to a gay bar I'd not been to before. Quite why I did, I wasn't sure but something told me inside my head to try somewhere else. I'd had several pick-ups at the usual bar I used and I still met up with Rory on occasions but I knew he wasn't Mr Right and I also knew that he wasn't interested in a relationship. He was happy for me to fuck him every so often, but that's where it ended.

When I entered the new gay bar, I was disappointed because it was quiet. I bought myself a drink knowing I had to be careful what I drank due to my training and stood casually to one side. Several guys came in but none looked at me or seemed the slightest bit interested. One or two were nice but clearly not for me. Then a black guy walked in and our eyes met. He smiled and my heart started thumping. There was something about him that immediately clicked but I couldn't say what it was. I watched him buy his drink and as he took his first sip he looked at me. He again smiled and made his way over to me.

"Hi; not seen you in here before."

"First time" I said as we both sipped our drinks but had our eyes fixed on each other.

"I'm Cody" he said and offered his hand.

"Sam" I replied and took hold of the proffered hand. I held it for what seemed like ages but in reality was probably only a few seconds. Even so, I felt my whole body shake with excitement; and I felt my cock react which was unusual, at least so soon after meeting a guy.

We chatted for a while asking each other where we lived and what we did for a living. He told me that he lived in Shepherds Bush and worked for a marketing company. When he heard I was a competitive swimmer he became very excited.

"Perhaps I could help with your marketing" he said.

"Not sure I'm at that stage yet" I grinned.

"It's never too early to start marketing" he explained.

I told him I didn't have much money at present since the coaching I did had to pay for Keith's fee and other things.

"I'm sure we could come to an arrangement of some sort" he grinned clearly coming on to me. I was more than happy for him to do so and encouraged him. After another drink, a beer for him and a soft drink for me since alcohol was definitely out for me, he invited me back to his flat in Shepherds Bush.

"Wow; nice place" I commented when we entered it.

"Yeah; my gran died when I was twenty-one and left me some money so I used it for a deposit to buy this place two years ago; I was lucky."

It was a one-bedroom flat with a good sized living room and a small kitchen off that. The bathroom was not over large but contained the necessary things including a shower. I envied him because I so wanted to find my own place but knew I'd never be able to until I made serious money.

He offered me a drink and again I stuck to a non-alcoholic one whilst he pulled out a lager for himself from his fridge. We sat next to each other on a sofa sipping those for a few moments chatting about my life as a competitive swimmer. He seemed really interested so I was happy to tell him what he wanted to know. He then put his drink down and took mine from me. He turned and pulled me into a kiss. The feel of his lips up against mine felt wonderful and my body immediately reacted. We hugged and kissed for several minutes enjoying each other's body.

He unbuttoned and unzipped me and I fought to stop my knees shaking. My cock had tented my jeans but Cody stared into my face as he spread his hand over my groin. I dug my fingers into the couch and could hear myself breathing heavily. I tried to do it more quietly but failed.

"Want to give you a blowjob?" he said.

I nodded my approval and went back to kissing him. He then wrapped his hands around the waist of my jeans. "Lift up" he whispered.

I pushed myself up and he dragged my jeans and briefs down to bunch around my ankles. When he shoved up my T-shirt, I pulled it off. He stared at my cock and my gaze dropped in case it had turned into the dick from hell but it looked fine. The veins were dark and swollen, and a shiny pearl of pre-cum had formed at the slit. I could feel the faint wash of air over my groin as he exhaled and my cock twitched. He wrapped a finger and thumb around the top of my dick and I inhaled sharply. One drag of a firm hand to roll the foreskin all the way back from the head, and my balls tingled.

"Not sure I can hold back my groans and grunts" I giggled "I might even yelp." He leaned forward and trailed his tongue down the crease of my groin. The sensation of a hot mouth made my balls ache. "Jesus," I whispered and slumped back.

"He's not here at the moment, and I'm not into threesomes" he chuckled before tightening his grip at the base of my cock and pressed down on my balls. He slowly dragged his other hand up the length of my dick. Then he did it again. The same direction over and over until my fists clenched on the couch, my toes curled in my shoes and goose bumps swarmed over my body like ants. At this rate I was going to come before he even had me in his mouth. I looked at his face and found him staring up at me. Without breaking his gaze, he wrapped his mouth around the top of my shaft and pressed his lips into the curve beneath.

"Oh yeah; there," I whispered. When he circled his tongue around the sensitive cock head and dipped into the slit, I clenched my butt cheeks. "More," I said with a low moan. He tightened his hold at the root and worked the tip. Long and hard pulls, short and sweet sucks, changing the rhythm just enough to drive me insane. "Harder," I gasped. My stomach muscles tensed as I fought to keep myself in check and my mouth shut. He raked his teeth down the length of my dick and I sucked back a cry. He smiled as if he knew I was holding back. I guessed he wanted me to lose control but I was still reserved when it came to sex.

"Oh fuck" I yelled as my cock throbbed in defiance. But not in defiance of Cody and what he was doing. My cock craved Cody; was desperate for Cody. When he wrapped his lips around it and fluttered his tongue over the head, I knew I'd lost all control.

All I could think about was what he was doing; what I wanted him to do so that I could come. He let my cock free from his mouth with a plop and lapped up the shaft from where his fingers were still clamped around the base all the way to the slick head.

Shit; why did his tongue look so sexy? Feel so sexy? He sucked hard at the crest, let it slip free, then sucked again, scooping up pre-cum, and my needs spun like an approaching tornado. Bigger, blacker, closer. I frantically tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch the magic he was doing on me. When I touched his head he stopped moving. I shifted my fingers back to the couch and that fucking clever mouth started working again. He licked, sucked and raked me with his teeth and never once relaxed his grip at the root. My balls fucking throbbed. Every time I thought I was on the point of coming, he did something different and my needs dropped a gear before revving up again, harder, more insistent. Long deep sucks, short fast licks, semi-painful nips; everything worked. It was the best blowjob I'd ever had; not that I'd had that many but this was way better than any others.

Cody triggered a few more synapses in my ride to completion. Seeing my cock push out his cheek was like a whip on my flanks. Touching his cheek and feeling my cock surge beneath the skin tipped me further. Then one of his hands moved in conjunction with the top hand. Sweeping in different directions and then in the same direction. Each move was slowly bringing me off.

"Shit, shit." I couldn't breathe. I wasn't sure if I'd forgotten how or if the air had been stolen from my lungs. I teetered on the edge of my orgasm and he kept me there. With another hard clench around the base of my cock to hold off the inevitable, he sucked my balls into his mouth and rolled them from side to side.

"Oh fuck" I blurted. "Yes". The sensation edged on pain but stayed on the side of pleasure. I verged on the point of catching fire, every cell supercharged, a single strike away from combustion. Finally, he let me reach my point of no return and I filled his mouth with cum.

When I'd finished he looked up at me with a satisfying grin. I grinned back wondering whether I should offer to do the same to him but I was doubtful that I could match the performance he'd given.

"Are you able to stay the night?" he asked with a hint of excited expectation. I said I could if he was offering so I texted my dad to say I'd not be home until the following day. Keith and I had decided not to train on a Saturday because the pool was busier and it was difficult to rope off a lane just for me. We'd also decided that I needed one day a week free from training and to be fair, so did he.

Without saying anything Cody grabbed hold of my hand to lift me up from the sofa. I kicked off my trainers along with the jeans and briefs round my ankles guessing I'd not need those. He shucked his own clothes and tossed them onto the sofa with mine and led me into the bedroom. Once in bed, we embraced each other, pressing our naked bodies together. Soon our cocks were hard and rubbing against each other.

"Can I fuck you?"

"Yeah" I gasped as I felt his long thick cock which was similar to mine. He told me that he was versatile but was itching to fuck me. I certainly wasn't going to argue with that so agreed.

"Are you clean? You know, do you get tested regularly?" he asked. I told him I did even though I'd always used protection. "It's just that I hate using fucking condoms; I know we should but I much prefer not to. Would you be willing to dispense with them? I'll let you do the same if you want to fuck me, because I'm versatile."

"Yeah, why not." I trusted him and he clearly trusted me so decided to blow caution to the wind even though I knew the risks we were both taking.

He told me to turn over and go onto my knees. I did so and buried my head into the pillow. He pulled my knees apart and my arse felt as if it was open to the world. He pressed his face against my butt and ran his tongue down the seam of my backside. I tipped back my head with a groan of utter delight. He eased my buttocks apart and flicked his tongue over my hole. I dropped my head into the pillow and found it hard to breathe. He pushed and pressed his tongue against the ring of muscle and teased with just the tip. The sensation was so exquisite that I shuddered with pleasure.

"Fuck; that feels so good" I muttered. He paused and then resumed, pressing and circling his tongue into my hole. I smiled and it broadened as he continued. My feelings were now beyond the use of words; he was fucking me with his tongue. I could hear strange sounds gurgling out of my mouth. I was so intent on what he was doing with his tongue. He'd now wrapped a hand around my cock and worked in a syncopated rhythm, his tongue surging inside me. "This is the guy I want as my boyfriend" I told myself as the action continued. He not only had a great personality which I loved, but he was fucking good at sex. I couldn't wait for his long thick cock to be inside me.

I lost all sense of time. His art of rimming my arse was every bit as good as the blowjob he'd given me. It made me realise how inexperienced I was but I was willing to learn and I knew he'd make a fucking good teacher.

Suddenly I was aware of him pressing the big head of his cock up against my entrance and slowly pushing it inside me. "Ah fuck" I yelled, "that feels so good".

"Yeah; a fucking gorgeous arse to fuck" he groaned as the whole length made its way inside.

I loved being fucked and over the past few months had experienced several guys but there was something about Cody that made him special. I loved his personality and the way he made love. It was very special. He also fucked with feeling rather than just lust which made it that bit more special. As he fucked, I knew I wanted to see more of him and so hoped he felt the same way.

After several minutes of giving my arse a good roasting, I sensed he was reaching his climax. With one loud "Ah" he filled me up with his beautiful load of cum. I accepted it willingly even though I knew we were taking risks by doing it bareback but I didn't care. I loved this guy and I so hoped he loved me but only time would tell. He was everything I wanted in a man; personable, funny; good to be with and good when it came to sex. I just hoped I measured up to his requirements.

When he'd finished, he pulled out and we lay beside each other enjoying the afterglow.

"Do you have anyone special in your life?" he asked after a few minutes.

"Nope" I replied. Well not until I met you I thought. "Do you?"

"No" he replied and then paused before turning his body to look into my eyes. We both had brown eyes but his shone and I loved them. They sent a thrill through my whole body. "Is that for a reason or have you not found someone you'd like to make special?"

"The latter" I smiled. "What about you?"

"The same."

We again said nothing for a couple of minutes but gave each other a gentle kiss on the lips. Oh how those lips of his made my whole body squirm with excitement.

"I really like you Sam" he suddenly said.

"I really like you too" I replied with a big grin on my face. "Are you suggesting we become boyfriends? Because if you are, then I for one am up for that."

He grinned and nodded. "I certainly am and from what I can see you're definitely up for it" he laughed. I looked down at my cock which was rock hard again. "How about you give me a fuck with that gorgeous cock?"

I didn't need asking twice so I lifted his legs over his chest and having lubricated my rod I pressed against the beautiful puckered hole in front of me and slowly pushed in. It slipped in easily and once inside him it felt so wonderful. There was no doubt that fucking bareback was so much better than using protection.

"I hope to fuck you really are clean" I giggled as I slowly moved my cock in and out of his arse.

"I definitely am; got tested last week. How about you?"

"About a month ago but I've used protection with every other guy I've had sex with but to be safe I'll test again on Monday."

Cody said he'd do the same and if we were to become regular boyfriends then he'd only have sex with me. I agreed to do the same since I'd decided that once I found the right guy, then I'd not have sex with any other.

"I love the way you fuck" he commented as I slowly fucked his arse enjoying every stroke. I smiled and continued do so until I could feel my climax rising yet again. I increased the pace until I felt my whole body shake with excitement and my load of creamy cum filled him up. When I was done, I collapsed on top of him and we kissed. It was intense, far more so than previous kisses. It was as if we were sealing our new relationship and that made me very happy.

When I woke the following morning I found Cody's arm round me. It felt good to have a hot naked body beside me and I dreamt of having this for the future. I knew I had to take things slowly so said nothing but even so, it gave me a good feeling. I caressed his sleeping body and felt down below. Like me, he was rock hard so I slipped beneath the cover and took his morning erection into my mouth. As I gently sucked, I felt up and down his crack. He stirred but didn't wake; at least he gave no sign of doing so. I grabbed the lube that we'd left on the bedside table, squirted some on my finger and gently slipped it inside him. As I fingered him, I slowly sucked his cock. The thought of doing this to him every morning, filled me with joy.

When I'd sucked and licked his cock up and down for several minutes, I turned my attention to his balls. They were beautiful spheres and each one fitted into my mouth perfectly. All the while I fingered him, dipping my digit further and further in feeling for his special spot. He started stirring and let out small groans of pleasure.

"Fuck me; please fuck me" he pleaded.

I smiled and moved behind him so I could insert my hard cock and continue massaging his which was still rock hard. My fingering had opened him up so the head of my cock slipped in with ease.

"Ah fuck; yes" he yelled which encouraged me to push further inside until the whole length of my long black cock was inside him. As I fucked, I massaged his. "Oh god; that feels so fucking beautiful" he muttered.

I kept the action going for a long time, not wanting it to end but eventually I felt my seed rising and I knew I'd soon be filling him up. After a couple more minutes, I did just that and he filled my hand with his beautiful load of cum. For several more moments I kept my cock deep inside him as I kissed the back of his neck.

"Good morning" I grinned.

"Morning; I take it you'll be here every morning to do that" he giggled.

I was tempted to say I'd love to but wasn't sure if he really meant it. We'd only known each other for a few hours and I was well aware of how things could change once the immediate flush of excitement had gone.

We showered together, which was nice because the cubicle was large enough for two, and as we did so we massaged each other's cocks yet again until we were spilling our loads of creamy cum all over each other. After breakfast, he asked if I could stay for the day. I said I could as I had no training that day but couldn't stay the night since I was training early on the Sunday morning.

"Did you really mean what you said last night about wanting someone special in your life?" he asked.

I said I did and for me, he was that special person. He smiled at me and said he felt the same so it was agreed we'd be boyfriends.

When I left we agreed to meet up again one evening during the week for a meal as Shepherds Bush was just thirty minutes away from where I lived. When I arrived at the pool the following morning, Keith immediately noticed the change in me.

"Are you in love?" he grinned. I said I was and had met the man of my dreams. "Just don't let it interfere with or affect your training" he replied gruffly. For a moment I was sad because I was expecting him to enjoy my happiness but as I was to find out, nothing interfered with training.

Cody and I met up as planned and had a wonderful time together. Our love for each other was just as strong as it had been that first night together. He was a brilliant cook and I enjoyed our meal. Cooking was something I'd not done since my mother cooked everything and she too was good.

After our meal we made out on the bed. I'd have loved to stay the night but I couldn't be home late because I had another early training session the following morning. If I turned up for that tired, Keith would give me hell. His need for me to do well was as large as mine.

Instead, we kissed and explored each other's body. Desire raced through me like a fever. Lust, need, went rampaging through my body until my breathing turned noisy. I dropped my hand to his lower back and held him close. My hand slid to his butt and we bucked together, shoved, banged, rutted, our hips clashing, our cocks kissing, our breathing ragged, whilst my heart pounded harder and harder. Cody was testing my control. I wanted more than bringing us both off with his hand. Part of my brain was telling me to push him onto his stomach to fuck him.

He moved his hand faster, pulling me even closer so we were plastered together head to toe. I watched him come, observed the change in his face, the lost look in his eyes before they closed, the gap between his lips and the way they tightened as he fought not to cry out. Next time I wanted to hear him lose it and feel him unravel. Wet heat flooded my hand as he convulsed against me and, tempting as it still was to spin him face down, it was enough to trigger my own release and I spurted long and powerfully between us until our bellies were a hot sticky mess. Fuck. I'd not come so hard for a long while.

The following morning, I attended my training session with Keith but this time kept my happiness well hidden. On the Friday evening I made my way to Shepherds Bush and spent another wonderful night and Saturday with Cody.

Over the next few months I competed in several swimming competitions and did well in all of them, achieving first place in most. Cody and I spent every Friday night and Saturday together, sometimes going to the gay bars and clubs before going back to his place for wonderful sex. By now, I was very much in love with him and he was with me. We talked about my erratic life as a competitive swimmer but he was prepared to accept all that entailed; the long hours of training and the irregular hours of competitions.

My parents soon realised I'd found someone special and they were happy for me, as was Michael who I told all about Cody and what a wonderful guy he was. My mother then said it was about time I brought Cody home so the family could meet him. I wasn't sure but when I mentioned it to Cody he jumped at the offer. So, having spent another wonderful Friday night with him, on the Saturday I took him home to meet my parents. Even Michael wanted to meet him so he and Kirsty joined the family for lunch.

I was so afraid they'd not like Cody or he might not like them but my fears were unfounded since they all loved him, including my dad who welcomed him with open arms. When Cody explained that he'd been rejected by his own parents on learning about his sexuality, my father welcomed him into our family even more.

"Well son, you can consider yourself a member of this family now; anyone Sam loves is loved by us too."

Cody was overcome with emotion and to be honest so was I. As usual, mum laid on a wonderful meal which Cody enthused over. He'd also brought flowers for her and chocolates for dad so he certainly did his utmost to fit in and he was welcomed with open arms. From thereon, he frequently attended meals and after one particular competition which he attended with mum and dad as usual, he was invited to stay overnight. The fact that he was sleeping with me, didn't cause any sign of disapproval from either mum or dad so I was more than pleased.

It was a month later that my big break came along. Out of the blue, a county swimming club offered to sponsor me having recognised my potential. I agreed on the basis that Keith could continue to be my trainer because I owed him so much and he was good at his job. It was also good for him so we both gained. The swimming pool we'd be using was specifically for competitive swimmers, which was an added advantage. It also meant we could concentrate more on my initial dives into the pool and my turns which was often difficult to practice in the public pool. In addition, I was training in the presence of other competitive swimmers which provided a higher benchmark for me. Some had even gone onto Olympic standard so that was also in my mind because my aim was to be at the top.

The following few months were hectic with my training at the new pool and the coaching I was doing for youngsters at my local pool but Cody supported me all the way irrespective of the cost to him which often meant I couldn't spend a whole Saturday with him. But, one thing I insisted on was that we met up every Friday evening and I spent the night with him. Our lovemaking became even better, if that was possible and often we'd spend all evening naked in bed, well into the early hours. Because the pool I was now using for training didn't have problems with Saturday training, I'd often train on those days as well leading up to an important competition.

Then came a particularly key competition. It was one I'd dreamt of competing in for years but had never felt I was good enough. With the backing of the swimming club and Keith, it was decided I was ready although the training was almost killing me. As usual, Cody was urging me on so somehow I managed it but without his unerring love and support, I don't think I could have done it.

Finally, the day arrived and as usual I was nervous but Cody was there for me. My parents had invited him to stay the night both before and after the event.

"Is Cody coming with you to the competition?" Keith asked.

"Of course, I need his support."

"Okay, but don't let on you're a couple. The press can make a meal out of that kind of information which could affect your career."

I was gutted by Keith's remarks. For a gay man to say such a thing really upset me but I was determined not to let it do so and I didn't tell Cody either because I didn't want to upset him. We were now very much a couple and if the public and the swimming fraternity couldn't accept it then that was their problem. We loved each other very much and were happy for anyone to know.

The competition went like a dream and I won every heat so came out on top. The audience went mad with excitement and as I accepted my gold medal, I saw Cody applauding me which made me very happy.

Immediately afterwards, I was contacted by a local television company who wanted an interview with me. Keith was also invited so we made our way to the studio for a live interview. I was nervous but once again Cody was there with mum and dad in the audience which made me feel better.

"Don't forget Sam" Keith whispered before we went on, "no mention of your sexuality".

I was again annoyed about being told that I had to keep quiet about the man I loved but we were told by the production assistant that we were on so I walked on set with a smile on my face and waved to the audience knowing that Cody was there for me.

The interview went well and fortunately I wasn't asked about my love life so all was well. After the show was over, I found Cody and we kissed full on the lips not caring who saw us.

"You were brilliant my love; fucking brilliant."

I was overwhelmed by his praise and gave him another kiss. What I didn't know, was that a local photographer was present and captured our kiss on camera, but even when I realised, it didn't bother me. By this time Keith had left so didn't see it.

A few days later, when I attended training at the pool, I sensed something was wrong with Keith. Before I had time to change into my speedos, he thrust his iPad in my face.

"I told you to keep your love life to yourself" he shouted. I looked at the article he showed me and saw a photo of me and Cody kissing with the headline, `Gay swimmer wins a gold at regional competition'.

"So what; I'm gay as are you" I shouted back. It was the first time I'd ever shouted at Keith because up to now I respected him but his attitude over the gay issue annoyed me. As a result, the training session didn't go well. When I got home, mum could see I was upset and consoled me. I called Cody and he too was upset for me.

"Tell Cody he's welcome to come over for a meal and stay the night if he'd like to" mum called out. I did and he said he'd be straight over. I couldn't wait.

When he arrived and given mum some flowers, we fell into each other's arms and kissed. She just smiled and left us to it.

"Don't let it upset you my love; I'm sure Keith is overreacting."

I smiled and gave him another kiss. "I love you so much."

"And I you" he replied and then whispered "and I'll show you how much when we go to bed".

"Can't wait" I grinned and when mum wasn't looking I felt his crotch.

He kept his promise and we had a wonderful night. When I went to the pool the following morning I felt on top of the world but my relationship with Keith had taken a step back. The comments from readers on the photo had been mixed. The majority said `good for Sam' but a few made the usual homophobic comments so overall I wasn't bothered.

It was several days later that I was called in to see the manager of the swimming team.

"Sit down please Sam" he told me and I immediately sensed something was wrong.

"I'm afraid I have bad news for you. The committee has decided they can't continue your sponsorship."

"Why?"

"It's the publicity about your sexuality."

I was shocked. So much for equality. "So I assume they don't approve of Tom Daley then" I replied.

"Probably not but they're not sponsoring him and unfortunately for you there are several members on the committee who are, shall we say, somewhat behind the times when it comes to homosexuality."

"You mean they're homophobic" I replied.

"Deeply religious" he smiled "but I for one would like to wish you every success for the future".

I thanked him and we shook hands. I could tell he was just as annoyed as I was but had to follow orders. When I went to find Keith I sensed he already knew.

"I did warn you Sam."

"Fuck them" I shouted and walked off.

"We can go back to training at the local pool" he said as I walked away from him but I wasn't in the mood to discuss the matter. All I wanted, was to see the guy I loved with all my heart. On my way to the tube, I called Cody even though I knew he was at work. By the time I'd finished telling him the news I was crying.

"Go to my flat and I'll see you there." He said he'd get time off from work due to an emergency. Having a relatively senior position in the firm, he knew he could swing it. I thought of calling mum but knew she wouldn't be home because she worked part-time so I got the tube to Shepherds Bush.

When I arrived, Cody was already home. I fell into his arms and cried my heart out. I knew that my dream of becoming a top class swimmer was over. He hugged, kissed and consoled me for several minutes before saying anything. "What will you do?"

"I'm giving up; if they don't want a gay on their team they can take a running jump. I'm fed up with them and the endless training. Cody held me tight and said nothing. I knew the eternal training had been hard on our relationship but he'd stood by me. I decided I'd had enough.

That night I stayed with Cody having called mum and dad to tell them the news. Dad was just as annoyed and when I said I was giving up my dream of being a competitive swimmer and becoming a full-time coach he supported me. Mum told me not to be too hasty and think it through when I'd calmed down but I'd made my mind up and I could see that Cody was happy knowing we'd be able to live a normal life together.

"If you stick to being a coach, would that mean more regular hours?"

I said it would since I'd be freelance so could decide my own hours within reason.

"Would you consider moving in with me so we can share our life together? I love you Sam and I'd love to wake up with you beside me every morning.

I'd often thought the same but it was Cody's home so I had no right to make the suggestion and I knew I couldn't afford to buy a place of my own or even go halves with him.

I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. "That's the best offer I've had all day. Yes, I'd love to move in with you if you're willing to have me; and I love you too; more than you could ever imagine."

The next few minutes were spent kissing each other. He then held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.

"When could you move in?" he grinned.

"This weekend?"

"Perfect; I'll come to your house on Saturday morning and help you."

That gave me two days to sort out my new life and tell Keith that I no longer required his services. As we talked, Cody looked up on his iPad what swimming pools were in the area of Shepherds Bush. There were several but as he searched he came across one located beneath a hotel in Kensington. He clicked on their website and there was an advert for someone to coach private clients.

"You should apply; someone with your experience and status in the world of competitive swimming would be ideal."

I laughed and said I doubted they'd be interested in a dropout.

"Tell them the truth; tell them that your sponsors have dropped you because of your sexuality. With your number of medals, they'll jump at the opportunity of having you on board for their prestigious clients."

I wasn't sure, but Cody convinced me to at least apply. He set to and produced a CV for me and when it was finished, even I was impressed. He also suggested the rates I should charge and typed them out. Finally, he designed and printed business cards for me. When he'd finished, he called the manager on my behalf, introducing himself as my business manager. When he heard who Cody was representing he immediately arranged for me to attend the following morning.

"His name is Jeremy and was almost wetting himself with excitement" Cody laughed when he came off the phone. I was still stunned, especially having heard him tell the manager why I was available. "His comment was `more fool them' so clearly he doesn't have any problems with gays."

We had our meal and afterwards I went home since I needed smart clothes for my meeting with Jeremy the following morning. When I told mum and dad my news, they were delighted. My dad also had choice words to say about the homophobic sponsors but that was water under the bridge; well hopefully.

The following morning, I made my way to Kensington and reported to reception. Everywhere was very smart; far more so than my local pool and the one from where I'd been chucked out.

"I'll let Mr Hughes know you're here sir" the receptionist said and asked me to take a seat. I sat and fidgeted with the folder I was holding until a guy in his mid-forties appeared. He came straight over, introduced himself as Jeremy Hughes and led me to his office. He first congratulated me on my recent gold medal and as we talked it was obvious he was gay since he mentioned his husband on several occasions. I began to feel more at ease so by the time he'd given his less than positive view on my ex sponsors, I felt totally relaxed. Once he was satisfied that I no longer had a yearning to be a competitive swimmer and make it to the top, he talked about the position of coach. I'd be employed on a basic contract to provide security for me and continuity for them, I'd then be free to charge the customer for the coaching I provided. When he heard the level of fee I'd be charging, he was more than satisfied. Since these were higher than I was currently charging, I was more than happy.

"We'd be delighted to have you on board Sam, so the position is yours if you're interested but first let me show you the pool and the facilities." My heart was thumping with excitement as I followed him down to the pool. I knew I was going to accept, whatever they were like, but said nothing. As expected, the 25 metre pool and everything else was perfect. He then took me into what would be my office which overlooked the pool and which had its own personal changing area with shower. We then discussed what hours I'd do and agreed upon a four-day week with two of those offering an early evening slot for those who wished to be coached after they'd finished work, and alternative Saturday mornings. Considering the number of hours that I'd been training, these were mild by comparison but it would mean I'd be with Cody far more, which is what I wanted so I accepted the post.

Jeremy was delighted and shook my hand to seal the deal. "Would you like to try the pool out? I have a pair of speedos you can use."

Since I could never turn down an opportunity to swim, I said I'd love to, although I did wonder whether it was just a ruse to see me at close hand in my swimming trunks. He'd said that he and his husband had been present at my last competition so I knew he'd seen me in action.

Within a few minutes I'd changed into the speedos he'd provided and ventured out to the pool where he was waiting. I dived in and swam four lengths before getting out. The thrill of swimming never left me so I was beaming when I emerged.

"Magnificent" Jeremy enthused as I climbed out of the pool. Whilst I was towelling myself down with the towel he'd provided a woman with a young lad came up to us.

"Are you Sam Turay the competitive swimmer?"

"He is" Jeremy said proudly, "he's our new swimming coach".

The woman became very excited and turned to her son. "How would you like to be coached by a gold medal winner?" The lad looked glassy eyed and nodded excitedly so Jeremy told her to report to me on Monday morning which was my first day. Since I had no contract at the other pool, I could leave that whenever I wished. I'd contact the three students I was currently coaching and suggest they came to my new venue. I knew at least two would follow me and Keith could take over the other if he wasn't prepared to come to Kensington where the facilities were far superior.

By the time I'd showered and changed, Jeremy had produced a formal offer letter and a contract. I read it through and decided to sign it on the spot since I was perfectly sure that I was making the right decision. After I'd left him, I sent a text to Cody telling him the news. He replied saying how delighted he was and would call me that evening. I went home and told my mum who was equally delighted. When dad came home, he was too so I felt so happy. I now had the unenviable task of calling Keith to tell him the news.

"I'm very disappointed Sam because you could have made it the top."

"Maybe but I'm gay and I have no intention of hiding that fact like you do. I'm also black which I suspect also came into the equation with the sponsors."

He said nothing so I assumed he agreed. He asked what I was going to do and when I said I was now the swimming coach at the prestigious pool in Kensington he gasped. I had the feeling he was envious but all he said was `good luck' and that he'd let the other pool know that I'd no longer be using their facilities. He didn't ask about the three students I had, all of whom had texted back to say they'd love to continue with me at the new venue despite it being more expensive. That was the last time I ever spoke to Keith but before I ended the call I thanked him for what he'd done for me since without his help I'd never have achieved what I had.

Mum and dad were really excited about my new job, and that I'd given up the gruelling training routine that Keith had me on. In addition, I was starting a new life with my lover so they said they wanted to hold a family get together to celebrate. Michael and Kirsty, plus Cody of course, were therefore invited for a meal the following evening which was the day before I was leaving home for good. Mum also invited Cody to stay the night since he was helping with my move.

I spent the Friday sorting through my things and packing what I was taking so by the time Cody arrived I was ready. When he'd given mum a kiss plus the flowers he always brought her, and given dad a bottle of whiskey, I took him up to the room which had been my personal space ever since Michael left to get married. Once inside with the door closed, I pulled him onto the bed. I kissed and hugged him and he did the same to me.

"I love you so much" I said once I'd finished kissing, "and I'm so happy to be starting a new life with you."

"So no regrets about giving up your dream to reach the top of the swimming ladder?"

"Nope; the dream I've always had has come true and that's to be with you."

I saw tears in his eyes as he kissed me and my heart jumped with joy.

"You've made me the happiest man in the world; okay, I would have stood by you had you wanted to continue the competitive swimming route but to be honest, I'm even happier that you're not."

His comments confirmed my belief that I'd made the right decision to ditch the high dreams even though they'd been thwarted by a bunch of homophobes who if the truth be known, were racist as well. By the time we returned downstairs to greet Michael and Kirsty we both had erections but hopefully they didn't show. As usual my brother gave me a big hug and a kiss before doing the same to Cody.

We all had a wonderful evening and dad proposed a toast to me and Cody wishing us every happiness in our new life together. When the evening ended, Cody and I went to bed and made passionate love.

The following morning, I said my goodbyes to mum and dad promising to keep in touch and visit regularly whilst Cody arranged a taxi to get my stuff to my new home. I had two large suitcases of clothes and three cardboard boxes of other items. Cody had never needed a car so didn't have one even though he could drive, which was more than I could.

Once home, we unpacked and put everything away in its new place. When all was done, it looked as if I'd been there for years. He pulled me into a kiss and you can guess where that led. Once naked in bed, we made love. He fucked me and I fucked him in between rimming and sucking. I felt so happy and I was certain he did too.

I found my life as a full-time swimming coach satisfied me more than I'd imagined. I enjoyed the variety that the different students I was coaching provided and I was able to swim whenever I wanted when I was not coaching. Much to my surprise, I was contacted by a local school a few weeks after I'd commenced at the new pool and asked if I'd be their official school swimming coach. They sent a different group of students three times a week so it filled my working week perfectly.

Somehow the local press had got hold of the story that my sponsorship had been withdrawn and I'd given up competitive swimming so I had a reporter contact me. He wanted to know why and I was tempted to say `because I'm black and gay' but didn't. Instead I just said they'd decided they could no longer support me so that was the end of that and I'd decided to give up competitive swimming.