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The Bookstore, Part I
Gyms make me horny.
Let's face it. The sight and smell of muscular men working out make my hormones race. And the look and feel of naked men in the showers, sauna, or team room make my dick swell. It's a response similar to Pavlov's dog. Give me a naked man in good shape and my cock hardens.
I generally spend 6 to 8 hours a week at the gym working out. I don't go for the heavy weights as I don't want to add any more bulk. I'm already big enough at 6'3" tall and 230 pounds and my size can be intimidating. I also have a moustache and goatee. Some guys say it makes me look sinister. Others think it's sexy. I like it, so I'm gonna keep it. Most of the breeders think I'm straight and the gay men think I'm an exclusive top. Wrong on both accounts.
At 38 years old, I've had more than a few relationships and lots of one-nighters. I've always considered myself to be an "equal opportunity" fuck, showing no discrimination based on race or color. I do draw the line at guys who don't take care of themselves (their weight is out of proportion for their height, they smoke, or they drink too much).
I've tried Asian men. (Tight bodies and butts, but they couldn't take me all the way in the ass or throat. And there were the inevitable cultural differences that were too big to overcome.) I've done Latinos, but had major cultural differences with them (either too nelly or so they couldn't get over the hetero Latino male macho bullshit). White men in my city are everywhere,so I have lots to choose from. There aren't many gay homeboys in the metropolitan area of nearly a million souls, but I've tried to "audition" as many as I could.
I always seem to do better with the gay homies. My long-term relationships (more than six months) have been evenly split between whites and blacks (two of each). Most of my white sex partners are looking for "Mandingo." Those are generally one-nighters. The two long-termers were more into even partnerships, but they always failed because of cultural differences. The one that lasted the longest (three years) has a fabulous body and a big dick that he loved to fuck me with as often as I loved to fuck him with my big thang. He's still a good friend, but my "blackness" couldn't thrive in our relationship. It was a mutual decision to break up, but it still hurt both of us. Now that a few years have passed, we're able to enjoy each other sexually without getting emotionally involved. However, that ended last year when he got a new, possessive lover, who wanted a monogamous partnership with Randy.
Latinos have always been fun in bed (must be all that repression caused by the guilt laid on by their religion), but nothing ever lasted for cultural reasons.
Of the two black men who've meant most to me, Roger turned out to be completely dysfunctional. He couldn't hold a job and lived only for today. He was a terrific, but total bottom (which wasn't a problem to begin with, but sure got boring after a few months). That ended after eight months. The other man, Darrell, was the love of my life. That lasted for seven years. He passed on three years ago after a traffic accident took his life.
Darrell was the man of my dreams, including the wet ones. He was about 5' 11" tall and weighed about 170. He was smooth as a baby's butt, but no baby had a butt as fabulous as his! Darrell was solid as a brick, had a big ol' dick that was bigger than mine and loved any kind of sex in any position. We were soulmates in a very real sense. I still miss him.
Since then, it has been a long series of one-night stands, with a few that lasted a couple of months. Although I know I'll never replace Darrell, I'm always looking, anyway.
And Friday afternoon was no different. I was at the gym at 4:00 p.m., and by 5:00 p.m., my workout was done. I'd headed into the shower, breaking up a couple of twenty-something white boyz who were working up the courage to do something with each other's hard dicks. They tried to hide their erections, but only managed to "tent" their towels. They headed quickly to the sauna to consummate their lust as I smiled knowingly at them.
Without any cue from me, my cock started to lengthen and expand. Both young men hesitated, staring at my growing dick. Another man came out of the steam room, halting our little charade. They ducked into the sauna and I immediately turned around and engaged one of the showers. They were the central type with multiple showerheads on one large post in the middle of the room, activated by motion. Water temperature could still be manually adjusted.
The guy that interrupted us went into the next room for a massage. I was alone in the shower. Standing there with a half-hard prick reminded me that I hadn't cruised through the adult bookstore in a while. And with the lack of action at the gym, I might as well try my luck in one of the video booths at the one nearest my house.
I grabbed my towel, dried off, and went to my locker. Standing near my locker and pulling off his damp workout clothes was a homie I'd seen at the gym several times, but never without clothes. I strode to my locker and smiled at him. He returned my smile with a radiant dazzler.
"How's it goin'?" he asked.
"Good. And you?" I responded lowering my towel.
"Great, now that my workout is over," he replied letting his gaze fall to my still semi-erect black adder.
"Yeah, this is the best part of the workout," I observed. Fumbling with the combination on my lock, I made sure the towel was not obstructing his view. I noticed that he more than casually glanced at it, looking me over again, then settling on my cock. He pulled off his last article of clothing (his shorts) and pulled on his dick a couple of times to let it stretch out after being confined and bunched up in cloth.
My lock popped open, and my cock popped up a little more. I reached inside my locker and pulled out my gym bag, making sure my dick and ass were still clearly visible to him. My face was hidden behind the locker door giving him every opportunity to watch my dick throb toward a full erection. I could see under the half door of the locker that his was the expanding model as well. Another man came into the locker room, so we cooled it, fast.
My voyeur friend went into the shower with his towel strategically placed to hide his swelling member. As he went past, I noticed his perfect ass, narrow hips, slim, but muscular build. He reminded me of a smaller version of my lover, Darrell. From what I'd seen of his dick, it looked like it wasn't going to be a smaller version of anything. Even as his dick was hardening, I could see that it had lots of expansion room left.
A gay man must have designed the layout of the showers and the locker room. From where my locker was, I could look right into the showers, via a full-length mirror mounted on the wall. I watched my new friend's gorgeous ass move seductively into the shower room. The shower turned on, he adjusted the temperature, looked over his shoulder and turned around with a big smile and a hard, long dick that took my breath away. I'd been right. His cock was a rival to Darrell's!
I smiled back at him. The guy who'd come in was in another row of lockers. I dropped my towel again and pulled on my dick a couple of times (just to let him know I was enjoying the show). It served the additional purpose of getting my dick to go to its full length and thickness. He was most appreciative, manifest by another dazzling smile. But, it couldn't last. Again, we were interrupted. I hid my dick as best I could as I started to dress and he turned his back to the mirror.
As I finished dressing, he came out of the showers, still showing about half a hard-on. I knew we wouldn't get anywhere here, so I whispered in his ear as I left, "Prince's at 28th and Adams." He looked quizzically at me, then nodded an understanding of the location of the bookstore I had in mind earlier. Good, I thought. Now, I might get lucky after all.
I threw my gym bag in the back of the car and drove to the bookstore. After parking the car on the street, I walked inside. Much as these places have a seedy reputation, this one always made me rethink the old stereotype. There was lots of lighting, it was spacious, the floor was carpeted, and the sales staff was cute and knowledgeable. I smiled at a couple of them that I knew (as in, I'd fucked one of them and the other one has given me more than one blow job in the video booths), and went to the wall where all the gay videos were.
Always in the market for new, black videos, I surveyed the new releases section, but didn't see anything that appealed to me. I went to the back of the store where the booths were lined up down one side of a wide hallway. After looking at the play list, I found a couple of gay videos (out of about a dozen), which featured black men. I hadn't seen either of them, so I must have missed them when they were on the new releases shelf. Just as I'd decided which one to view, the door to the store opened and my locker room friend came through. I nodded at him, he smiled broadly, and I motioned with my head to one of the booths near to me. He smiled again, and I went into the booth, but didn't lock the door.
I put a couple of quarters in the machine, made my selection, and watched the screen as it started in the middle of a fucking scene. It was pretty damned hot and my dick got hard in seconds. My tank top wasn't confining, but my jogging shorts were. Hoping that my gym friend would make an appearance soon, I slid my shorts down around my ankles. My dick popped out and slapped against my stomach. My 9" butt-wrecker was already leaking. Somehow, it knew what I had in mind for my new friend.
I hoped he knew the drill pretty well. If a door isn't locked, that means you are looking for "company." Within less than half a minute, the door opened a crack, and he asked, "Could you use some company?" He looked down at my hard, drooling dick and answered the question himself. "Sure looks like you need some help there, Man," he casually observed as he closed and locked the door behind him.
Without an invitation or direction, he swooped down on my dick and took me all the way down his throat. I was VERY impressed! I could see his neck muscles work and could feel his throat massage my dripping dick as he pistoned my cock in and out of his mouth. I pulled his shirt off over his head, with only a little protest from him. (He whimpered when he had to let go of my dick while the shirt passed between us for an instant. But, he was immediately back doing his magic.)
The mound in his shorts was growing ominously. I tugged on the hem and he obliged by shedding them into a cloth puddle at his feet. His cock was everything I remembered it to be. A monster of Darrell's proportions.
"Stand up," I asked. "I want a closer look at you." He did as I asked him. His smile indicated how much he liked showing off his slim, perfectly hairless body (except for pubes, of course). His cock was an equal to Darrell's at nearly 10", just as thick, but with a wicked, upwards curve to it, instead of the straight one that Darrell had. "Turn around," I ordered. He did as asked. A quick intake of breath told him how impressed I was with that gorgeous ass. I reached over and touched both black melons with each hand. "Bend over," I hoarsely croaked. He was really gettin' to me.
When he bent over and touched his toes, he smiled through his legs at me. "Go ahead," he suggested. "Eat that pretty hole!" Like, I hadn't thought of that. NOT! I leaned in and kissed both cheeks, heading ever closer to his hole. I reached through his legs and started stroking his thick, long cock with both hands. He reached behind himself and spread his ass cheeks for me. "Eat it!" he commanded.
It doesn't matter whether he said it or I wanted it, but the result was the same. My tongue slipped up his butthole and laved him with gusto. His butt was perfect for rimming. Perfect melons framed his perfect black hole, winking at each tongue lap. I "dined" on his butt for several minutes, eliciting moans from both of us. He backed up further, so he could stroke my cock like I was stroking his.
My mouth remained affixed to his hole.
The rimming was getting both of us very hot. "You gotta fuck me with that big dick," he crooned. "I need a big, black dick up my ass, now!" He broke the suction that I'd been applying to his hole and squatted over my pole. In a practiced motion, he impaled himself on the first five inches of my dick. My cockhead tingled with delight. He moaned with unbridled pleasure. "Fuck! This is GOOD!" he groaned.
"Feels pretty damned good to me, too," I agreed.
"Lean back a little," he directed. "I wanna face you while you fuck me." Without breaking our connection, he was able to swing his leg over my head and get turned around. As he sank farther on to my obsidian post, he sighed, "Better." He leaned forward and kissed me lovingly on the lips. That kind of a soft kiss I hadn't experienced since Darrell. This was getting to be too wonderful. He broke our kiss and smiled into my eyes. "Now, ram it in me, Man!"
I grabbed his hips and started screwing him deeper and harder. "Yeah, Man! Fuck me!" he shouted. I wondered for a moment if we were going to attract a crowd with all this noise, but his hot butt brushed that thought away with the next deep plunge into his tight hole. "Ram me, Man!" he insisted.
My leverage wasn't very good in this position, I decided. I rose off the bench we'd been fucking on and stood up with him still impaled on my cock. "You want hard and deep, Brotha? I'll give you real deep and REAL HARD!" With that I slammed his back against the far wall and rammed my slick, hard 9" high up his asshole in one vicious plunge.
"Oh, FUCK! Yeah! Do it, MAN!" he shouted. "Fuck my ass!"
I fucked him hard and deep, holding him up with my hands on his round, muscular ass and bracing him against the wall as I drilled him. I'm sure we were rattling the entire structure, but we didn't seem to care. He leaned over and kissed me again. This time, it was much more needy and rough. "Make me cum, MAN! Fuck my hot ass!" he begged. His cock was bubbling precum in large quantities. His balls were drawn tight against the base of his dick. He'd be shooting soon.
His butt kicked into high gear and started milking my dick as I ravaged his hole. This was too much, I decided instantly. I'm going to cum before he does, if he doesn't stop this. I warned him, but he only increased the pressure and milking speed. It was a race to see who'd cum first.
I recalled that when Darrell and I fucked, I could fuck him and suck him off at the same time. This guy's dick was at least as big as Darrell's. Give it a try! So, I did. I could just barely get my lips over his cockhead. But, that was enough. It was his tripwire. He exploded in a volley of groans and moans as he squirted stream after hot, creamy stream into my mouth. With each climax wave, his butt contorted and tightened around my tingling dick.
For me, that was the end. I couldn't have held back if the entire world depended on me. With one savage lunge into him, I spewed gallons of cum up his hot asshole in scalding ropes of dick juice. My climax shout pulled me away from his dick, but he continued to shoot more cream on my chest. I only buried my cock as deeply as I could and continued coating his insides with my sperm tide in waves of plunges.
My muscles tightened up with all the strain and began to buckle. We collapsed on to the cummy floor, drenched in his cum. He smiled up at me. "Best fuck I've ever had," he exclaimed.
"Thanks," I murmured. "But, your ass is the absolute best for fucking. You inspired me."
He smiled again. Then, he added thoughtfully, "I noticed at the gym that you turned around when I was in the shower and showed me your ass." I nodded grinning. "That told me you want it up your ass, too." I nodded, again. "I'm always surprised when a big guy like you wants it up the ass," he said shaking his head.
"Well," I began, "I'm pretty damned versatile, but most of the time I'm the top, because guys expect it of someone my size."
"And," he broke in, "guys expect it of me, because of my dick size. How's a man supposed to get fucked with all these stereotypes going around," he laughed.
"Wanna go break some of those stereotypes at my place," I asked.
"I sure hope you mean that I get to fuck you this time and rim that pretty hole of yours," he grinned back at me.
"Somethin' like that."
Part II coming up! Comments to gymhunk@msn.com.