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TRUE STORIE
Hello!!
I'm James, a 20 year old white guy, from New York, who is currently going to the local community college, and work at a local gas station. I'm 6'1 brown hair brown eyes, slim body, short cut hair, smooth. I discovered myself at a young age (8-9) so being gay was my big secret, until I was 17 and a friend of mine told my family. Thankfully, they didn't really give a damn, and still love me! I guess most people would say that I am straight acting, but that's not what I try to do. I just don't try to be a girl....I'm just a guy, who happens to like other guys. I grew up in an ethnically diverse neighborhood. At school, the white kids were considered the minorities. I guess, being gay...and growing up in that environment, one could only assume that my attraction to black or mixed guys to be quite normal. There was one kid who lived across the street from me growing up named Jay. I always thought he was REAL sexy! He had that thug appeal that just made you want to eat him!!!! Baggy Jeans, Timbs, chain, tank-top, the works! In my neighborhood....the kids would stand on the street corner, and throw a basketball across the street and try to hit the curb of the road and get the ball to bounce directly back to you. This game was called, "CURB." I used to watch from my window at all the brothas out there playing in the hot sun with their shirts off, including Jay. Their sweat glistening on their rock hard abs....to me, was better than watching the straight pornos I snatched from my brothers room. I only watched them for the guys anyway....it was the only porn I could get my hands on (pre-internet Era). As the years went by, my brother started hanging out with Jay on a regular basis. Jay would come over, and hang out with my brother, but the only words we would ever exchange were, "hi," and "bye." My brother eventually moved out of state, so I stopped seeing Jay coming and going from my house.
About a year later, Jay and his girlfriend came into my work at the Gas station. He was friendlier to me than I can ever remember him being. He was like, "Dawg, what up....how've you been...how's your bro...what are you doing these days, etc." At least, it was more than saying "hi" and "bye." He introduced me to his girlfriend Patrice, and we all talked for a bit before he left. He started coming into the gas station almost on a daily basis, just to chat and hang out with me. He asked me where my "girl" was at, and I told him I didn't have one. He gave me a look that suggested he didn't really think I was into girls. I assumed that if he knew my brother, he probably knew I was gay. I decided to ignore the look. "He's off limits James," I'd say to myself. "Don't fuck with this guy." We ended up becoming really good friends. He started calling me just to say hi, and he was telling me about his everday problems and such. After a while, he started really opening up to me and was telling me about his past. One day, he and I got to talking, and he asked if I could get him a job working with me at the gas station. So of course, I gave the sexy black man a job...and should he want anything else, I'll probably deliver. For some reason I felt guilty for hiring him, though Since we had been chatting on a regular basis, my attraction to him grew really big. It was weird trying to establish a work relationship with someone you REALLY like. I don't know if it makes me a bad manager, but I simply hired him because he is HOT eye candy!!!! Anyway, so we started working together almost everyday. Whenever it would slow down in the store, we would just sit there and chat. We talked about all kinds of shit. He had a keen interest for talking about sex. It was kinda cute, cause he would talk about finding a little white girl to bang the shit out of. The way he would talk to me about banging the girls, was almost like he was trying to get me to respond, or interact with what he was saying. I finally had to say, "Jay man....I ain't feeling the girls man...I dig the dudes." He looked at me blankly for a second, and then said...."I know, your brother already told me about you a long time ago," he said. "So why are you telling me all this shit about banging white girls," I questioned. "Because I don't give a fuck if you suck dick, I'm letting you know, that I need to bang a white girl." He said. I laughed, and said, "whatever man." So he continued on.
Well, about two months after he had started working there, my car broke down. So every time we worked together, Jay would give me a ride home. This went on for about a month or so, but during that time something SWEET happened.
We were at work, doing our normal Sunday routine. Sunday we cleaned out the coolers, and shelves in the store. We had to wipe them down, and restock anything that needed to be restocked. We usually had to stay after for about an hour to finishing doing it all. So we closed the store at 12:00am, as usual. I turned off the outside lights and part of the inside lights. Jay was in the back breaking down boxes. I locked the door, and walked over to the register to count the cash totals. Jay walked out of the back flapping his shirt saying, "Yo James....it's hotta than a mutha fucka in here."
"I know...the air cut off a little while ago and it hasn't come back on." I replied.
"Damn," he said...then turned and walked over to the crates of soda. He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He picked up the crates two at a time, and stacked them on top of each other. I looked up from the register and just stared. How happy I was to see that his abs, chest and arms were still as defined as they used to be. His skin was flawless. You could tell that it was as smooth as melted chocolate. Yummmmm. Anyway, I was enjoying my view for quite a while. I stopped counting, and just stared in silence. After about 5 minutes of heavy lifting on Jay's part, he grabbed his T-shirt and flung it over his shoulder. He walked up to the front of the store. I went back to counting the register.
"Everything cool?" Jay asked.
"Yeah, why?" I said.
"Cause you been counting that register for a while," he replied.
"I'm having an issue," I said nonchalantly.
James started re-stocking the cigarettes, which were all around me. If you've ever been in a gas station, you know that the clerk is pretty much surrounded by cigarettes. I was sitting there in heaven smelling his smells. I could smell everything....the cologne he had on....the grease in his hair....the faint smell of African sweat....it smelled great!!! At one point he was reaching up to refill some cigarettes, and his body was stretched to where his abs was right next to my face. I looked over and couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't loud, but apparently loud enough for him to hear. He looked down from his position and laughed. I was still staring at his abs with a lustful look in my eye. He reached one hand down and grabbed the back of my head and pulled it up against his body. My mind was screaming, "HOLY SHIT!!!!!" He just held my head there...my ear pressed against his bare stomach. He started to run his fingers through my hair...then he grabbed my face with both hands, and pulled me up onto my feet. I could see that his eyes were closed, so I figured I'd close my eyes too. He pulled my face to his and just barely brushed my lips against his. I couldn't help myself, I reached up and placed my hands on his waist. I wanted to feel his skin under my fingers...bad!!!! As soon as my hands touched his skin, he jolted and pulled away from me. He backed up a few feet, and just looked at me with a blank face.
"I'm sorry Dawg," he said, somewhat casually.
He then reached down and picked up his shirt, and walked toward the back room. I finished up my work, and put my coat on. James came out of the back, and turned off the rest of the lights. We locked the store and got in Jay's truck. I glanced over at him once or twice before he asked if I wanted to say something. omething about that," I said...clearly referring to the instance that had just happened.
"I dunno dawg...don't say shit to anyone, but I think I'm vibing you," he said.
My heart skipped a beat.
"What makes you think that?" I asked.
"Raise your hand," he said.
I raised my left hand. He grabbed it, and put it in his lap. I could feel that he was hard, but huge too!
"This is what happens whenever I think about you," he explained.
He reached down and unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. I sat there in disbelief of everything that was happening. He grabbed my hand again, and put it on his bare dick. I got the point and started playing with his dick. We didn't talk, or say anything for about a minute.
"Scoot your seat back a lil," I said.
I leaned over and felt for his shirt. I had to kiss his stomach...I love stomachs. If Jay would ever stay the night with me, I'd probably fall asleep rubbing his stomach...
Anyway, I lifted his shirt and started tickling his abs with my lips, and tip of my tongue. Then I moved down and eventually started flicking my tongue around his cock head. I swirled and flicked, and twittered my tongue on him for a bit, then slurped him all the way down in one quick motion. He gasped, and for a second, the engine revved. I started going to town. Slurping and making noises, and getting his dick all slippery.
"Damn, you sure do this better than Patrice," he said.
I smiled inside, knowing my cock-sucking abilities were valued. I sucked for about 4-5 minutes, until he began tensing up. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me all the way down on his cock. Just as he did this, I could feel his dick pulsating....squiriting his load down my throat. The feeling of him taking control was so sexy to me. I wanted to cum right then....but didn't. After he was done cumming, I sat up in my seat, and he quickly put his dick away. We pulled into my driveway, and he said, "alright dawg...see you tomorrow at work."
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