White Boy In A Black Bar

Mitchell Duvall summoned his courage as he stepped out of his truck and felt the crunch of gravel beneath his boots. He looked the bar over from the outside and felt his asshole twitch. Mitchell was not from North Carolina but he'd come to the bar just outside of Raleigh for a very specific purpose. An acquaintance had told him it was a good place to find dick. Black dick.

Mitchell was a young white man; only just having reached his twenty-first birthday, but he'd been into big black cock since his teenage years. It had been his most recent ass-breeder who'd told him about Riccochet's; the discrete, out-of-the-way black gay bar just outside of Raleigh. He'd said it was a good place for a cock-hungry white boy to find big black cock to service. Mitchell's cock twitched at the memory of the man's big black cock inside of him, and that gave him courage.

Still, he was nervous. In any other bar, Mitchell would have been the center of attention with his gorgeously sculpted athletic physique, pale skin, messy brown hair and ice-blue eyes. However, Riccochet's was a bar for black men; most of whom presumably wanted to hook up with other black men; not some cock-hungry white boy seeking to fulfill his urge for black cock and seed. However, Mitchell could not deny his desires. He'd had an attraction to black men for as long as he could recall, and it was more than just a skin color fetish for him. It was far more fundamental.

He took a few deep breaths, exhaling the air as hard and as much as he could before taking in another huge breath. His nerves settled and he made up his mind to be as direct and as blunt with his desires as possible. At best, the men would reject him. At worst, they'd whoop his ass before kicking him out of the bar. In his short lifetime, he'd suffered worse. He reached forward and opened the door.

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"The hell that white boy doing? Don't he know this a black bar?"

Tariq Taylor whipped his head in the direction in which his friend, Dexter, was looking. There was indeed a white boy who'd just walked in through the door. He was a cute white boy too and Tariq felt his cock swell as he watched the brunette walk toward the bar. He had a good body; tight-and-toned as fuck, a strong jawline, and bright blue eyes. Tariq watched the pink lips move as the white boy ordered his drink; his dick jerked in his pants as he imagined those pink suckers on his cock.

Riccochet's was indeed a black bar. A black gay bar, nestled out of the way just outside of Raleigh, North Carolina. It catered to black gay men who were more on the masculine side: truckers, farmers, and other blue collar guys, along with a few students from the universities scattered around the region; most of them student-athletes who preferred anonymity. Of course, a good few married men on the down-low also frequented the bar, looking to get their rocks off, as the men of Riccochet's always kissed but never told.

Tariq groped his cock as he admired the white boy's ass. It was a fat ass, perfectly bubble, and poked out as the boy sat on the bar stool. Tariq smirked and Dexter caught it.

"Whatchu thinking. 'Riq?"

"Oh, you already know what I'm thinking, Dex. Gonna get me some white boy pussy tonight!"

It was a rare thing for a white guy to enter Riccochet's, especially uninvited and unattended by the black friend who'd invited him. It wasn't so much that the bar was hostile to non-blacks (although there were a few patrons who definitely were). It was simply the fact that it was a rare event. Tariq stood, winked at a grinning Dexter, and made his approach, empty glass in hand.

Tariq always scored. How could he not? At twenty-four, Tariq was every man's wet dream. He was tall at six-two with an incredibly tight-and-toned physique. Every muscle on him was sculpted and defined, and coated in his smooth dark-chocolate complexion. He had a very handsome face with a good strong jawline. His voice was smooth and deep, and he let it be known as he sidled onto the stool next to the white boy and ordered another drink.

"Hey," Tariq grinned, looking the white boy over.

The guy couldn't have been more than twenty-two. Up close, Tariq could see he was even more handsome than he'd thought. His lips were even more delicious and his eyes were a stunning ice-blue. Tariq's cock jerked hard in his jeans as he took the drink and sipped the smooth liquor.

"Never seen you here before."

"Yeah. I just decided to come through. Heard about it from a friend of mine," the white boy said, a smile on his lips as he looked Tariq from head to toe. "Name's Mitchell." Tariq shook the proffered hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Tariq purred. "Name's Tariq."

"Beautiful name. . .for a beautiful man."

"I like your style," Tariq chuckled. "Whatchu looking to get into tonight?"

"Your pants."

Tariq was impressed by Mitchell's bluntness. Most white guys who came to Riccochet's tried to be coy, as if they were embarrassed to admit they wanted black cock, but not this guy. Tariq was turned on more and more.

"There's a lil' dark room in the back," Tariq gestured toward the black door at the very back of the bar. "Wanna try?"

"Sure!"

They gulped the rest of their liquor in one shot then headed toward the back, Tariq leading the way. Tariq basked in the looks he got as he passed the other black patrons. Some smirked and winked in admiration; others were clearly mad they hadn't taken their shot before he had; and a few seemed offended that a white boy was even being taken back there. No one tried to stop him, however, as he pushed open the door and led Mitchell inside.

It was indeed a dark room. Very dimly lit but Tariq could make out bodies back there; pressed against the walls of the large empty room along with the moans, gasps and grunts. Some guys were just making out; others were straight up fucking, the hips of the man behind moving rhythmically while the bottom moaned as he was pressed flat against the wall. Tariq pulled Mitchell to a corner and kissed him.

Those pink lips were just as delicious as he'd imagined; tinged with the sweetness of liquor. He fed Mitchell his tongue and the white boy accepted. As he'd thought, Mitchell wasn't shy about getting what he wanted as he groped the outline of Tariq's dick. Tariq broke their kiss and freed his cock. He couldn't see it very well in the dim light but he knew his own dimensions, considering how many times he'd measured it: nine inches long and a good seven inches around; a big thick ebony erection; the bulbous purplish head hooded by equally black foreskin.

He moaned as Mitchell caressed the slit with his tongue. He cooed as that warm wet tongue slid under the skin and caressed the head. He gasped as Mitchell pushed his foreskin back with his lips and engulfed half his cock in his hot wet mouth. He caressed the messy brunette hair as Mitchell sank his lips further and further down his cock until they were nestled completely around the base. He stiffened and arched his back as his cock was bathed in the wet caress of Mitchell's throat.

He moaned as he looked down on the outline and highlights of Mitchell's pale face bobbing back and forth. He saw the glistening wetness coating his black cock as admired how the pink lips engulfed him to the root, over and over again. He tightened his grip on Mitchell's head, grasping a fistful of messy brown hair as Mitchell sucked him faster; his throat plunging in sloppy wet rhythm on his cock. He felt the flow of warm saliva tickle his balls, and he growled his delight as Mitchell gripped them and gently massaged them as he increased the wet nasty slobbering of the incredible blowjob.

"Shit! You 'bout to make me nut!" Tariq grunted.

That was the signal for Mitchell to stop. They both knew what he really wanted. He stood, dropped his pants and exposed his round pale buttocks. Tariq groped the smooth flesh. He pressed his raging hard cock up between Mitchell's ass-cheeks, humping his skin while holding him close and sucking on his ear and neck. He intertwined his fingers with Mitchell's and pinned his hands to the wall as he humped harder.

He stopped and dropped to his knees. He parted the pale cheeks and inhaled the slightly musty scent of that sweet white ass. He buried his face in, sliding his tongue into the hairy chute. Mitchell's moans filled his ears and his cock jerked harder, dribbling precum onto the floor as he sucked and licked the tasty cunt. He moaned as he pushed his tongue in deep and tasted Mitchell's tunnel. He drooled spit into the tunnel, making it sloppy wet along with his face.

He stood and pushed his bulging cockhead to the pink cunt. He gripped Mitchell by the waist and pushed inside. The hole opened up for him and he moaned deep pleasure. He sank inside, deeper and deeper; the hungry wet cunt caressing his entire cock until he was buried to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, relishing the hot silky moisture embracing his cock; savoring the rhythmic pulsing of the anal muscles on his shaft. With a moan, he began to fuck; slow and steady.

"Yes! Please! Fuck me!"

Mitchell's soft moans filled Tariq's ears and he fucked him harder; plunging his black cock into the hungry white cunt, over and over, again and again; tapping his pelvis to Mitchell's round ass-cheeks. He caressed the white boy under his shirt, thumbing Mitchell's stiff pink nipples and making him moan even louder. Tariq picked up the pace, clapping his pelvis to the hot white ass; plunging his cock harder and faster through the welcoming cunt.

"Shit, white boy! Agh shit!"

His cock stiffened. He felt the cum rushing up from his loins. He grabbed hold of Mitchell's shoulders and hammered that ass; growling; eyes closed; uncaring if he disturbed the other pairings in the room with his noise. The pleasure thundering up his cock was too good to deny. He clapped that white ass like there was no tomorrow; Mitchell practically howling under the force of his strokes. Then he came. He barked his orgasm as the cum shot from his balls. He slumped forward over Mitchell's back, grunting and huffing as he pumped that white ass full of cum. He grinded his pelvis to Mitchell's ass-cheeks and churned his cock round inside that hungry wet cunt.

He reached down and grabbed Mitchell's cock: a stiff, thick eight inches. He began to stroke; massaging that fat white cock from base to tip while Mitchell moaned. He churned his cock round inside that pulsing hot ass while jerking Mitchell's cock faster; using its own precum as lube for his hand. He cupped Mitchell's balls with his other hand, holding them safe and immobile as he jacked that cock even faster. Mitchell gasped and Tariq felt the cock cum in his hand. He continued stroking it, slower; in time with its eruptions as the splatter of hot cum against the wall filled his ears.

He released Mitchell's cock and turned him around. He kissed him, tasting those sexy pink lips and sucking on his tongue. He pushed his hard black cock against Mitchell's stiff white pole. He sucked on Mitchell's neck and groped his round pale ass-cheeks.

"Wanna get out of here?" he asked.

It took all of fifteen minutes for Tariq to have Mitchell back at his place; a small cottage on the far side of the beefalo pasture where he worked. He knew it was against the rules to have company but he was far too hot and bothered to care. The white boy's cunt was too hot, wet and welcoming, and he could not resist his natural urge to breed as he thrusted through it; covering Mitchell's mouth with his palm to keep him quiet as he ravaged that hot white ass. Thrust after thrust, driving his heavy black cock faster and harder and deeper. He grunted as he reached orgasm and slumped forward atop a groaning Mitchell. He was glazed in sweat and panting as he felt his essence leave him; planting it deep in that hot white ass. 

* * * * *

Harold Boone had been taking a late night walk around his property, unable to sleep, when he'd spotted his new employee, Tariq Taylor, returning to the cottage some distance away. To his delight, he saw him accompanied by a young white man. To his arousal, he saw them kiss as Tariq ushered him inside. With his cock swelling in his pants, the fifty year-old had walked up silently to the cottage. With his spare key he opened the door and crept inside.

The grunting led him to the bedroom, where he saw Tariq laid out across the white boy's back; his firm black buttocks rising and falling as he hammered into the pale flesh. The white boy mewed and Tariq covered his mouth. Harold fished out his thick eight-inch cock and stroked himself, watching the show. He'd had some idea that the handsome young black man was gay, and he'd known that he would disobey the bullshit "no company" rule he gave all his employees.

As a voyeur, Harold had always hired gay men to work for him. He enjoyed watching them fuck without their knowledge or permission, and a few times he'd even managed to get in on the act himself. This was not one of those times, however. Still, he admired that firm round black ass and wished he could bury his thick white cock deep within it. He imagined how hot and moist Tariq's ebony tunnel would feel locked around his cock. He imagined its silky confines massaging his pink rod. He imagined Tariq moaning and begging for more, just as the white boy was doing beneath Tariq. Then, Tariq erupted, shuddering.

It was too much for Harold as he cupped his hand under his cock and caught his ejaculate as it spilled out. He shuddered but remained silent as Tariq's quivering ceased. He stayed still and silent for several long minutes before they both began snoring. He took that chance to slip quietly from the cottage and locked the door. He wiped his cum off on his pants and made his way back to his house, relieved and exhausted. He stripped naked and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of Tariq sucking his cock; those full, beautiful, dark lips slobbering on his thick white prod until he shot his load in Tariq's mouth.