I love cock. Can't deny it. Can't relief valve it. Not guys, as such, but COCK. I am espouse, love my married woman and family, and will do nothing to imperil them or my marriage. But I love cock. Am I repeating myself ?

With local University connectedness, I am able to make use of the 5 dissimilar gyms and work-out centers on campus, in addition to the 3 pools they have. I admit, that at the pools I spend way Thomas More time looking at the co-eds, than anything or anyone else.

I tend to use the gym either too soon in the daybreak, arriving well before 8am, or later after dinner, close to 8pm. I try to plunk on certain days when they are less push. After my workout, I always shower before going home.

Of class, in using the rain shower, there is generally the expectation that other guys will be showering also. I have never looked at guys, as I might await at female child, thinking how very much I'd beloved to bed them. They are just other bare men showering. Some fit, others, like me, not so fit. I'm not a fat slob, just an honest-to-goodness, out of shape guy.

One evening, I was a bit later than usual finishing up my workout. I went into the locker room, stripped and headed to the showers. Some guys wear towels around their waist, and somersault collapse on their pes, I walk nude, carrying my towel. I entered the shower room, which has 3 shower question on each wall, one of which was being used by a black guy, I assumed to be maybe a grad pupil, about 30 or 32 yr of age. I didn't say anything to him, hang my towel on the hook, and turned the water on, and when it got to temperature, I began soaping up. As I soaped up, I turned my cover to the shower head and was facing the other guy, who was turned toward me, looking up, lathering his hair. I saw his phallus. Well, not a penis, but a hammer. Well, not just a peter, but a big one.

Now, I stand well over 6 feet tall, this former guy was maybe 5'10 ”, average torso type, short hair, and clean house shaven.

I turned away fast, so as not to make him think I was checking him out, ( I was ) I didn't want to cause a prospect, or get him mad.

He rinsed off and finished before I did, and left the shower room. I finished a few minutes later and left also, drying myself as I walked back to my locker, leaving wet foot prints on the floor as I went.

stretch my cabinet, there was this like black man, still nude painting, drying off. I said how-do-you-do, he said Hi back.

I opened my locker and sat on the judiciary. As soon as I did, he moved in front of me to open his footlocker door, which turned out to be right following to mine. As he leaned over his cock was right in front of me, no more than a ft from my mouth. I mean eyes.

I turned my read/write head down, and, thank god, didn't pop a woody right there. He grabbed his clothes, pulled back, moved a few groundwork away, and got dressed.

After he finished binding, he turned and left. I was still sitting there, picturing his beautiful cock rightfulness before me. Mmmmmm. You see, I am relatively inexperienced in Man-Man sex, but what little I have been involved in, I enjoyed. My problem was, I demanded cleanliness, both physically, and medically, but the guys I approached on Craigslist, didn't seem to care about being good for you. Few got tested, many played with random strangers. That turned me off, so I was limited in who I could relish being with. Having said that, I had a particular fetish for Shirley Temple hammer. Big, diminished, it was irrelevant. Black cock was my phantasy. Uncut would only be icing on the cake. You see, I'd never seen a tangible live uncut pecker in my life. Not even on richly schooling cabinet rooms after gym class.

Anyway, I finished drying off, dressed, and left. I could say that was it, but I'd be lying. I thought about that dark pecker on the way rest home, the next day. I couldn't get it out of my thinker. I wish I'd said something to him, but, I probably would let gotten myself beat up, and never be able to return to that gym. You never know how things might turn out.

The following evening, I went to the gym a footling earlier. I finished my workout, showered, and as I was leaving, ran into the same guy as the night before.

He looked at me, smiling"Leaving already ?"he said"I thought you might be back tonight. Maybe we'll run into each other again."And he continued into the locker room.

My head was swirling. What did he mean ? Was he hitting on me ? No way. I was making something out of nothing. Still….

I knew I shouldn't. I should appease away. The future night, yes I went to the gym, later than usual. I changed and went into the work out way, and there he was. I hope I didn't blush. I got existent aflutter, so much so, that I couldn't concentrate on my workout. He saw me across the room, and smiled at me, I thought I was going to drop dead out. I was running all variety of things through my nous. Did he want me ? screw that was ridiculous. Was it ? Was he just being favorable ? Maybe. Who knows ? I couldn't concentrate worth a shit.

I smiled back, and raised a hand in a bit of a Wave. I lay on the bench, pressing weight, not paying aid to anything, when I heard a deeply voice.

"Can I give you a hired hand ? Need a lookout man for that ?"he asked.

I opened my eyes, looked up, RIGHT UP THE pant LEGS OF HIS short DIRECTLY AT HIS GORGEOUS BLACK COCK hanging above me. I almost dropped the barbell.

He caught it."Sorry, didn't mean to startle you"he said.

I stammered some jibberish, I am indisputable, and told him I was just finishing up, anyway.

"Good"he said."Let's hit the rain shower"

Oh my fucking god. Him ? Me ? In the showers together ? I mentally slapped myself. Hard. various times.

He was smiling at me.

"Yeah, it's time"I said. And we went to the exhibitioner.

I went to my storage locker, and, like the last clip, he had the one next to me, apparently we were both creatures of habit, and took the same lockers.

We undressed, hung our workout geartrain in the lockers and walked to the showers. I caught that he didn't binding himself with his towel tonight. We entered the showers, both taking the same shower bath pass that we used the cobbler's last time. I faced the rampart, lathering up, I turned my back to the paries, faced him, looking at me.

He smiled."My name is Jim"he said.

"Hi. Name is Don"I replied."Nice to cope with you"

"Yeah"he smiled."You come here often ?"

"I try every day, if I can"I said"usually in the morning, but at nighttime, if I miss the morning."

I noticed he was spending an inordinate amount of meter lathering his prick, which definatly was getting firm.

I was getting firm. No, I was getting HARD.

I looked up, he was staring at me, a slight grinning on his font.

I spun away, blushing and embarrassed

I heard his voice,"It's okay"

No matter, I rinsed off quick and almost ran from the shower room. Sitting on the bench, drying myself, I sensed his mien. I looked up, he was a whole tone from me, that magnificent dick almost totally erect. I know my rima oris opened, and my jaw dropped.

"It really is okay ”, he said."I don't judgement if you look. You're not the initiatory guy to seem at this tool"

I slowly raised my head."Are you gay ”, I asked somewhat timidly.

"No, not really, but I have had, let's say, some experience with men."

He moved closer, his now hard cock was less than a few in from my mouth. I could open up my sass, and swallow him. well, maybe that might be premature, but I could certainly suck on him.

I turned away."N..N..no. Please."I babbled"I can't"

"Yes you can. We're alone. You know you want it, I know you want it. Just hire it in your oral fissure"

"No, not here, someone might catch us."

"Aaaahh. You might be right."He sounded somewhat disappointed."How about going to my place, I am walking space away."

"No, I need to get home."

"No you don't. Okay, how about we grab a sting to eat, or a swallow, just talk some…"

That seemed dependable. At least he didn't seem like he was going to outwit me."Alright, let's grab a bite."

We finished dressing in muteness. I watched his tool bobbing and swing as he moved. I couldn't helper myself.

We exited the gym, we started to turn go out, I told him"Let me throw my bag in my car"I walked into the parking lot, popped the trunk, and threw my bag in."Ready. Let's go."

We walked down the sidewalk in the growing shadow. A few c grand, he turned."Let's go in here"

I looked at him."This isn't a eating place, what's this ?"

"My apartment, upstairs"he motioned with his head.

"But..but"I started

He took me gently, but firmly, pushing me through the doorway, and up the stairs beyond."Top of the stairs, reverse right"he said.

Almost in a trance, he urged me up the stairs. Turning right, there was only one door. He opened the door, after picking out the correctly key on his key band.

"Welcome to my abode"he said, turning on the lights.

It was a nice place, clean, and neat, especially for a exclusive guy.

"Have a seat"He said, I'll be right back.

He re-entered, carrying a couple of box seat."Here"he said, handing one to me."Open it up, it is a dwelling house examination kit for HIV. You'll know that I am safe, I'll know you are safe."

We opened them up without saying anything to each former. After I opened my box, I turned to him, but before I could say anything, he said"I rarely play with men. Haven't for several years. But when I saw you looking at me the first night, something started burning at the base of my cock, which I had to satisfy. I KNEW you wanted me. Soooo, I went out and bought some HIV trial kit at the drug store. I don't know about you, but I enjoy the exchanging of bodily fluids between grownup. That okay with you ?"

I was happy at this twist of events, especially the testing, as I had been prepared to tell him no playing without testing, but had pre-emptively solved that take."Yes, very trade good, thank you"While at the Saami time thinking how presumptive he had been. Ah. Who was I kidding ? I wanted him, he wants me, let's get it on.

We talked as the tryout set, waiting for the results. After 20 instant, both showed a undivided bar on the test strip, indicating we were both HIV negative.

Jim started taking off his article of clothing. Just like that. Well, I guess there is no wining and dining in these form of things. He was bare and getting erect as I began to disrobe.

"You know I love your cock, right ? I said as I undressed.

"I knew that the first dark in the showers. I just wasn't certain if you were gay, or curious, that's all"

"I am not a homo,"I replied."But I do enjoy sucking prick. And…I have a fancy about sucking a black-market cock, and I liked the spirit of yours. I am marital, I need to be thrifty"

"Understood. No one will know but you and me. Whether it is just this one time, or a steady affair that we get together."

A shiver ran down my spur as he that"regular"…maybe we can do this again ? Oh, this was looking adept. existent good.

I stood and stepped toward him. kneel, I gently touched his cock. Immediately, it began rising to good hardness. It was very nice, indeed. I held it, and brought my mind towards him."Can I taste you ?"I asked

"Yesssssss"came out of his mouthpiece like a fizzle"Please. suck me courteous"

I placed the tip of my spit on the end of his putz, licking all over the head. I was in heaven, I could feel my pecker was rock hard. I laved the head of his cock with my saliva, then the import of Truth. I started to slue his wooden-headed member into my backtalk. It was thick. I loved it. I was wide opened, my lips forming a Navy SEAL around the circumference of his shaft. He wasn't, contrary to myth and lore, that long, but he was buddy-buddy. I wanted to see how far I could take him in. I prided myself in my deep throating power, but this was slurred. I was gagging before it was one-half way in.

Determined to get him all in, I began going back and Forth River, sucking on him, getting as a lot saliva on that cock as I could produce. Slowly I worked him into my mouth, and into my throat. tinker's dam this was difficult.

I felt his hands on the back of my head, not pulling, but urging me to rent Thomas More. I had to perch. My jaw ached, I needed air. I pulled back.

I looked up at his disappointed face."It's alright, no one else has ever taken it all"he said.

More determined than ever, I took him back in. Relaxing my throat as a good deal as I could, I put my hired man on his ass cheeks, and pulled him into my oral fissure. And pulled. And pulled. I was grabbing quickly breather of air when I could, but I was taking him in. I could relax my throat enough, but getting air was the job. After I don't know how retentive, my lips touched his pubic bone at the base of his cock.

I had done it ! I took him all the way in. I held him for a moment, until I ran out of air. Backing off, I looked into his eyes."I knew you could do it"he said."I knew it the inaugural time you looked at my pecker. You had the hunger. You would do it"

I happily went back to sucking him. I played with his balls, sucked his cock. He was moaning almost continuously. After a bit of gagging and slurping, he grabbed my promontory, tightly."I'm gon na cum"he said,"Soon"

I no longer had to do any work, he held my head. And fucked my throat. I just relaxed and enjoyed him using my sass and throat.

Way too soon, he groaned"Cumming ”, and at that same second, I felt and tasted the thick great deal of his cum filling my rima oris and sliding down my throat. It tasted wonderful.

After swirling his cum in my oral fissure, savoring the taste sensation, I swallowed.

Jim picked me up off the floor, and helped me to his sofa. Kneeling between my ramification, he apparently noticed my politic hammer and egg, contrasting to my overall hairy organic structure, for the 1st clip."Hmmm. I like the looks of this"he said, looking at my balls. He handled them gently, stroking underneath my sack with is finger tips."How'd you get them so smooth ?"he asked.

"I use a fuzz remotion liquid from the drug store"

"Really ? I didn't know they made anything to use on genitals or facial field"he said

"Probably they don't, I know that I have received some chemical suntan using these products in the past"He looked quizzically at me."I use Nair, Body Cream for Men."I told him."Use it on my cock, balls and around my asshole, no problem"

"Oh my ”, he said"Let me see"He grabbed my ankles, lifting my human foot up, until he got a respectable look at my ass. He reached under me, caressing my ass."Yes. Nice and smooth."

He put my feet down, and in the Lapp gesture, set and swallowed my stopcock. Not quite taking it all the way in, he began sucking me off. He used a nice proficiency, but all too soon, he raised my legs, licking and gently sucking my balls.

"Hmm, I could get used to this."He said, licking me hungrily.

I next felt his natural language on my taint, bringing a flabby moan of pleasure from me, then, before I could really get into it, his natural language plunged into my ass hole. Jim ate my ass like a man possessed.

I couldn't get enough of this. I'd had fille slug at my bottom hole somewhat tentatively before, and guy wire fingering me, but this was eminently enjoyable. He sucked my trap like he was trying to separate it from my body, alternating it with trying to sting his tongue in my ass. I couldn't get enough of this. My cock was the hardest it has ever been, I think.

Jim pulled off, looked at my hard on, saying"Somebody likes that."

I sat there with a goofy smile on my face.

Jim flipped me over, pulled my rose hip back so my bureau was on the couch. I felt him pull me to him, his cock touching my ass cakehole. It was erotic, but I'd not been lubed. But before I could say anything, Jim was forcing his midst pecker oceanic abyss into me. I wanted this. No, I NEEDED this. Apparently he'd loosened me up enough with his tongue, and relaxed my muscle, that he got in without any grave pain in the ass. Perhaps, the fact that I regularly fuck my otherwise virgin ass with a vibrator helped.

After a bit of in and out, I felt his pubic hair tickle me around my bunghole."bent on"he said, and began that rhythmic in and out. He was rubbing my prostate gland perfectly. His balls slapped my formal as he rode my ass. I relaxed my erstwhile tight hole, enjoying the stretching and pressure in my asshole.

My cock hung between my stage heavy and dripping. He increased his speeding, making a slapping audio as his stomach struck my ass impudence. I gripped the couch. I was getting close to cumming, just from an ass fucking.

He grabbed my pelvic bone, and announced"I am cumming !"

I felt a smell like a bolt of lightning through the base of my cock, and I started shooting globs of thick white cum on his rug. My ass sphincter started contracting, squeezing his cock as he plumbed my ass pickle.

"OH screw ! NOW ! CUMMING"he hollered.

I felt a warm impression in my raw ass as he filled my ass, and coated the raw lining with his come.

He collapsed on top of me, panting like a buck just finishing a race at battle of Saratoga Raceway.

He stayed inside my ass, until my unvoluntary muscular contraction in my ass forced his softening cock out of my ass.

Soon, I felt warm cum draining out my, I am certain, gaping jam. It tickled as it ran down my egg to drip onto the floor, adding to the cum I had already deposited there.

"I think we're going to take to do this again"Jim said

"Soon"I replied in understanding .