I love prick. Can't deny it. Can't flight it. Not laugh at, as such, but COCK. I am married, make love my wife and family, and will do cypher to endanger them or my spousal relationship. But I love cock. Am I repeating myself ?

With topical anaesthetic University connections, I am able to make use of the 5 different gyms and work-out centers on campus, in addition to the 3 pools they have. I admit, that at the pools I spend way more metre looking at the college girl, than anything or anyone else.

I tend to use the gym either early on in the morning, arriving well before 8am, or later after dinner, close to 8pm. I try to pick on certain days when they are less push. After my physical exertion, I always shower before going home.

Of course, in using the shower, there is generally the expectation that other guys will be showering also. I have never looked at guys, as I might front at girls, thinking how much I'd love to bed them. They are just early defenseless men showering. Some fit, others, like me, not so fit. I'm not a fat sloven, just an older, out of shape guy.

One evening, I was a bit later than usual finishing up my workout. I went into the storage locker room, stripped and headed to the showers. Some guy wire wear towels around their waist, and flip flop on their feet, I walk raw, carrying my towel. I entered the shower elbow room, which has 3 cascade heads on each wall, one of which was being used by a black guy, I assumed to be maybe a grad educatee, about 30 or 32 geezerhood of age. I didn't say anything to him, advert my towel on the draw, and turned the water supply on, and when it got to temperature, I began soaping up. As I soaped up, I turned my back to the shower oral sex and was facing the other guy, who was turned toward me, looking up, lathering his hair. I saw his member. Well, not a penis, but a prick. Well, not just a putz, but a big one.

Now, I stand well over 6 feet tall, this former guy was maybe 5'10 ”, average eubstance type, short haircloth, and clean 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 scene, or get him mad.

He rinsed off and finished before I did, and left the cascade room. I finished a few hour later and left also, drying myself as I walked back to my locker, leaving wet foot mark on the story as I went.

Reaching my locker, there was this same black man, still naked, drying off. I said hello, he said Hi back.

I opened my locker and sat on the bench. As soon as I did, he moved in front of me to open his locker threshold, which turned out to be right following to mine. As he leaned over his prick was correctly in battlefront of me, no more than a ft from my rima oris. I mean eyes.

I turned my head down, and, give thanks god, didn't pop a woody right there. He grabbed his apparel, pulled back, moved a few groundwork away, and got dressed.

After he finished dressing, he turned and left. I was still sitting there, picturing his beautiful cock right before me. Mmmmmm. You see, I am relatively inexperienced in Man-Man sex, but what petty I have been involved in, I enjoyed. My trouble was, I demanded cleanliness, both physically, and medically, but the guys I approached on Craigslist, didn't seem to worry about being healthy. Few got tested, many played with random unknown. That turned me off, so I was limited in who I could relish being with. Having said that, I had a picky fetich for black pecker. Big, diminished, it was irrelevant. Black cock was my phantasy. Uncut would only be icing on the patty. You see, I'd never seen a real inhabit uncut turncock in my life. Not even on highschool schoolhouse locker 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 pitch-dark hammer on the way place, the next day. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I wish I'd said something to him, but, I probably would receive gotten myself beat up, and never be able to devolve to that gym. You never know how things might twist out.

The travel along evening, I went to the gym a piffling earlier. I finished my exercise, showered, and as I was leaving, ran into the same guy as the dark 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 caput 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 stay away. The next 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 rosiness. I got real nervous, so much so, that I couldn't dressed ore on my workout. He saw me across the elbow room, and smiled at me, I thought I was going to pass out. I was running all kinds of things through my mind. Did he need me ? Fuck 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 attending to anything, when I heard a cryptical voice.

"Can I pay you a hand ? Need a finder for that ?"he asked.

I opened my middle, looked up, RIGHT UP THE gasp legs OF HIS SHORTS DIRECTLY AT HIS GORGEOUS lightlessness prick 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 sure, and told him I was just finishing up, anyway.

"good"he said."Let's hit the exhibitor"

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

He was smiling at me.

"Yeah, it's meter"I said. And we went to the showers.

I went to my footlocker, and, like the last time, he had the one future to me, apparently we were both creatures of habit, and took the same lockers.

We undressed, hung our exercise gear in the lockers and walked to the rain shower. I caught that he didn't cover himself with his towel tonight. We entered the showers, both taking the same shower head word that we used the last clip. I faced the wall, 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 take on you"

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

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

I noticed he was spending an inordinate amount of clock time lathering his shaft, which definatly was getting firm.

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

I looked up, he was staring at me, a slight smile on his face.

I spun away, blushing and humiliated

I heard his vocalization,"It's okay"

No matter, I rinsed off quick and almost ran from the shower way. Sitting on the bench, drying myself, I sensed his presence. I looked up, he was a step from me, that magnificent peter almost totally erect. I know my sassing opened, and my jaw dropped.

"It really is alright ”, he said."I don't nous if you look. You're not the first guy to expect at this turncock"

I slowly raised my brain."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 shaft was less than a few inches from my mouth. I could spread my back talk, and swallow him. fountainhead, maybe that might be untimely, but I could certainly go down on 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 take it in your lip"

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

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

"No, I need to get home."

"No you don't. okeh, how about we grab a collation to eat, or a drink, just talk some…"

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

We finished dressing in silence. I watched his hammer bobbing and swinging as he moved. I couldn't help myself.

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

We walked down the sidewalk in the growing darkness. A few hundred cubic yard, he turned."Let's go in here"

I looked at him."This isn't a restaurant, 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 room access, and up the steps beyond."Top of the stairs, turn right hand"he said.

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

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

It was a courteous billet, clean, and neat, especially for a ace guy.

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

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

We opened them up without saying anything to each other. 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 yr. But when I saw you looking at me the first nighttime, 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 test kits at the drug computer storage. I don't know about you, but I enjoy the exchanging of corporal fluids between adult. That okay with you ?"

I was felicitous at this go of event, especially the testing, as I had been prepared to tell him no playing without testing, but had pre-emptively solved that issue."Yes, very respectable, thank you"While at the same 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 test set, waiting for the results. After 20 minutes, both showed a single bar on the test strip, indicating we were both HIV negative.

Jim started taking off his clothing. Just like that. Well, I guess there is no wining and dining in these variety of things. He was nude 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 night in the shower bath. I just wasn't sure as shooting if you were homosexual, or funny, that's all"

"I am not a human,"I replied."But I do enjoy sucking cock. And…I have a fantasy about sucking a melanize cock, and I liked the look of yours. I am splice, I need to be careful"

"Understood. No one will have it off but you and me. Whether it is just this one time, or a fixture matter that we get together."

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

I stood and stepped toward him. Kneeling, I gently touched his cock. Immediately, it began rising to full inclemency. It was very nice, indeed. I held it, and brought my brain towards him."Can I sample you ?"I asked

"Yesssssss"came out of his mouth like a hiss"Please. Suck me nice"

I placed the tip of my tongue on the end of his shaft, licking all over the point. I was in heaven, I could find my cock was rock backbreaking. I laved the head of his cock with my spit, then the moment of truth. I started to slither his heavyset phallus into my mouthpiece. It was wooden-headed. I loved it. I was across-the-board capable, my sass forming a cachet around the circuit of his calamus. He wasn't, contrary to myth and lore, that long, but he was midst. I wanted to see how far I could take him in. I prided myself in my bass throating abilities, but this was thick. I was gagging before it was one-half way in.

Determined to get him all in, I began going back and forth, sucking on him, getting as much saliva on that peter as I could create. Slowly I worked him into my mouth, and into my pharynx. shit this was difficult.

I felt his hands on the back of my head, not pulling, but urging me to take to a greater extent. I had to catch one's breath. My jaw ached, I needed air. I pulled back.

I looked up at his disappointed human 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 much as I could, I put my hired man on his ass cheek, and pulled him into my mouth. And pulled. And pulled. I was grabbing quick hint of air when I could, but I was taking him in. I could relax my throat enough, but getting air was the problem. After I don't sleep together how foresightful, my rim touched his os pubis 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. funding off, I looked into his eyes."I knew you could do it"he said."I knew it the first gear time you looked at my cock. 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 fountainhead, tightly."I'm gon na cum"he said,"Soon"

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

Way too soon, he groaned"Cumming ”, and at that Lapplander second, I felt and tasted the thick-skulled passel of his cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. It tasted wonderful.

After swirling his cum in my mouth, savoring the taste, I swallowed.

Jim picked me up off the base, and helped me to his couch. Kneeling between my legs, he apparently noticed my smooth rooster and balls, contrasting to my overall hairy body, for the starting time fourth dimension."Hmmm. I like the looks of this"he said, looking at my balls. He handled them gently, stroking underneath my dismission with is fingerbreadth gratuity."How'd you get them so smooth ?"he asked.

"I use a haircloth remotion liquid state from the drug store"

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

"Probably they don't, I know that I have received some chemical burns using these production in the by"He looked quizzically at me."I use Nair, Body Cream for Men."I told him."Use it on my cock, lump and around my whoreson, no problems"

"Oh my ”, he said"Let me see"He grabbed my articulatio talocruralis, lifting my feet up, until he got a adept expression at my ass. He reached under me, caressing my ass."Yes. Nice and smooth."

He put my foundation down, and in the same motion, bent and swallowed my turncock. Not quite taking it all the way in, he began sucking me off. He used a dainty technique, but all too soon, he raised my peg, 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 soft moan of pleasure from me, then, before I could really get into it, his tongue plunged into my ass hole. Jim ate my ass like a man possessed.

I couldn't get enough of this. I'd had girls lick at my rear end hole somewhat tentatively before, and bozo fingering me, but this was eminently enjoyable. He sucked my hole like he was trying to separate it from my trunk, alternating it with trying to nonplus 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 grin on my font.

Jim flipped me over, pulled my hips back so my chest was on the couch. I felt him pull me to him, his pecker touching my ass fix. It was erotic, but I'd not been lubed. But before I could say anything, Jim was forcing his thick putz deep into me. I wanted this. No, I NEEDED this. Apparently he'd loosened me up enough with his glossa, and relaxed my musculus, that he got in without any good pain. Perhaps, the fact that I regularly fuck my otherwise Virgo the Virgin ass with a vibrator helped.

After a bit of in and out, I felt his Dubya thrill me around my asshole."Hang on"he said, and began that rhythmic in and out. He was rubbing my prostate perfectly. His balls slapped my Lucille Ball as he rag my ass. I relaxed my formerly tight pickle, enjoying the stretching and pressure in my arse.

My stopcock hung between my wooden leg hard and dripping. He increased his speeding, making a slapping audio as his breadbasket struck my ass impudence. I gripped the sofa. I was getting close to cumming, just from an ass ass.

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

I felt a feeling like a bolt of lightning through the theme of my stopcock, and I started shooting ball of chummy white cum on his rug. My ass sphincter started contracting, squeezing his putz as he plumbed my ass maw.

"OH shtup ! NOW ! CUMMING"he hollered.

I felt a warm up feeling in my raw ass as he filled my ass, and coated the raw lining with his seeded player.

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

He stayed inside my ass, until my involuntary contractions in my ass forced his softening pecker out of my ass.

Soon, I felt affectionate cum draining out my, I am sure enough, gap hole. It tickled as it ran down my balls to dribble onto the level, adding to the cum I had already deposited there.

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

"Soon"I replied in agreement .