Decade Long Affair with a Black Gymnast

We started chatting on gay.com and instantly there was a connection between us. 

We were about the same age, height and weight. He was black with 9” cut, me white with 8.5” cut. 

Him more bottom, me totally versatile but even then, in the days of poor quality webcam photos, his ass was perfectly round which he acquired from years as a gymnast and I couldn't say no!

As I mentioned, I had just moved to NYC. My boyfriend at the time was back home and it sucked being in a new city all alone. New job, new friends to make, etc etc.

Gymnast and I chatted on and off for awhile and then agreed to meet up at my new apartment which I literally just gotten the keys to that morning.

The doorbell rang and I opened to see this gorgeous man wearing a red baseball cap and looking adorably sexy.

We got to know each over a little wine and before too long, the glasses were put down and we were groping and making out.

He was and is an amazing kisser but when we got to the bed I couldn’t wait to get inside him.

When he stripped down he revealed a sexy red jock which against his dark skin looked so amazing and I told him to leave it on.

“But” I said, “go put the ball cap on too.”

And he obliged.

This is one of those images in life that is burned into my memory.

Him spread eagled on my bed in that red jock strap and red ball cap.

This was our first meeting but I fucked him hard.

Being a gymnast, there was not a position or pressure I could pin him into that didn't work.

His body was beyond beuaitful and defined and he do the equvilanet of the splits to show me his pucker which turned me.

He straddled me and I got a glimpse of his not so small dick straining the fabric of that red jock strap as for the first time he faced me while taking dick.

Love a big dicked bottom who stays hard and this cutie was bouncing up and down on my cock like no tomorrow.

I eventually told him to take the jock strap off and he rode me again this time with his fat 9 inch cock slapping against my stomach every time he impaled himself on my cock.

I fucked him from behind while stroking a load from his cock all over the new bedding i bought for this apartment and when it was my turn, he turned around, I tore off the condom and splashed a load across his face which we both licked up and I fed it back to him.

That was the first time we fucked but over the next 10 years or so, we kept in touch and although we ended up in relationships with other guys, there was always a sense of a love missed, or lost. Whichever.

We lived not far from each other and when we were both alone and horny, or just horny, we seemed to find ways to connect.

I’d get a text from him, “BF is out for the afternoon, come play.”

So I’d excuse myself from the house, swing by his crappy little basement apartment and fuck his brains out.

He was more likely to bottom out for me but he did have a nice cock and on a few occasions I could convince him to fuck me.

We loved snorting poppers together and fucked on and off like this for a decade.

After about 8 years, as it goes, I revealed to him that I was now HIV positive.

We had always fucked with rubbers so he he was cool with it but admitted that he was most likely poz too.

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

He got an embarrassed look on his face and admitted that when he is feeling depressed and horny, he is really into anon fuck and dump scenes. He figured that in the last month or so he had probably taken 15 loads from total strangers.

He agreed to get tested which was good but of course with us both now pozzed, our sexual adventures became even raunchier.

One year he invited me to his birthday party and at the restaurant/bar where he held it, he excused himself at one point, dragged me to the bathroom where I bend him over in the stall and dumped a happy birthday load into him.

Sometimes he would be coming home from tennis or something and would stop by for a quickie.

One time, we didn’t even leave the foyer of my house but instead, I leaned him against the mirror in the hall and fucked a load literally up inside his ass.

The little slut told me that he had taken his underwear off in the car when he parked and so when he dropped his track pants, he was ready for dick.

He loved to surprise me like that and as he pulled his black track pants back up after getting my nutt, I felt such a turn on as he sauntered away oozing my load. 

In moments like that he would always blow me a kiss as he drove away.

he had a couple of toys that we played around with every now and then.

One was this remote control vibrating butt plug which was so much fun for me (and him). When we used it, the deal was we would go out in public and I would stimulate him while he tried to maintain composure.

The longest he managed was a movie together one night but I am pretty sure people thought he was "affected" or something with all the twitching.

When we got back to his place after the movie, his prostate was so stimulated that when I pulled the plug out, he convulsed and twitched in ecstasy. When he had calmed down I course fucked a load into him.

But all good things must come to an end, and I eventually moved to Europe.

Our times together came to an abrupt halt.

The last time we did fuck though, it actually felt really bad and we both admitted a few years later that we should have done something more memorable.

As it was, the day before my flight, he swung by, dropped his jeans, bent over my sofa and I grunted a load into his ass one last time.

Took all of 5 minutes and yeah, somehow we both felt dirty for doing it so quickly.

I don't even think we kissed goodbye that day. I pumped him full of cum, he yanked up his jeans and walked out.

I see him from a distance on Scruff nowadays and we inevitably send xx pics back and forth, tell each about our sexual exploits and almost always, we refer to a red jock strap and matching ball cap as kicking the whole affair off.