Black Balled

I am white. I grew up in a world that was virtually all white. It was also a world that seemed to be virtually all heterosexual. Knowing blacks as friends was not likely. Knowing gay people, about as likely. It would be my fate to be white and straight. Or so I thought.

Well I was for the first 50 years. Straight, with the usual burst of sex in college, right before marriage, then the long drought. Sure there had been some thoughts of men, a look into a few gay magazines, and on the occasional visits to “bookstores” being drawn to the cocks, and wondering while watching a woman give a cock a blowjob, wondering what that would be like. But only an occasional look. Cumming watching a woman get pounded. Lusting for her tits.

Well, the long drought was long… and those visits became more frequent. A lot of cum was spilled in those booths. And I did start to feel something happening to me while I watched… I watched the men. Then I started to dial through to the all-male porn. Why not? Why had a waited so long?

I loved to go to Aircraft News in East Hartford. The “bookstore” with its wide selection of magazine and videos was downstairs. You went upstairs to the video booths. When did I start glancing at the all-male videos, those quick, sly glances while looking at the straight porn? I wondered what I would do if another man tried to make eye contact. Was I ever conflicted. Hell, I knew did not go to a place like Aircraft News to meet women. I knew that. But it started for me as a place to go a watch porn and jack off in a semi-public place. I knew men met other men there, but that was other men, not me.

OK. Or was it really me. I was too thick to see the real reason for jacking off there rather than at home to the small number of tapes I had bought. And when did I buy that first all-male tape?

I just seemed to drift away from looking only at straight porn, to switching back and forth, to only all-male porn.

A few words about the layout of the video part of Aircraft News. The video room occupied the entire second floor. Unlike some other placed I had been it was light and airy. The room was filled by a series of booths along the walls, and in a rectangle in the center. None of the booths had doors. Rather the booths had side entrances off a short “hall: with the doors opposite each other. If you looked in, the video screen was on an angles wall, the place where you could stand or sit to watch, in the rear of the booth. It was easy to see what someone was watching. Seeing the guy in the booth required you to look in. You were pretty private standing in the back, but the design made being viewed possible. There were no glory holes. There was no sticking your cock through a hole in the wall. It was clear, to get a blow job or more  required making direct contact.

What a challenge for me! And I guess a lot of other men. Though obviously not for all. Or finally for me.

Finally… after how many visits do I make the break through? Too many in retrospect.

Two other bits of background.

Aircraft News was just about across the Street from Pratt and Whitney. Go at shift change time, more men. It took me a long time to understand that. And probably a lot of the men were married men going home to their sexless house and wanting real sex with real men.

And, I had made the decision that meeting men or not I wanted to be dressed for fun. So, the choice of a tee shirt and cut off shorts, no underwear, socks and shoes. I dressed that way a lot of times when at best I stood in the back, shorts down, stroking to porn. A lot of times when I saw men look in. They were looking for contact. I was simply too shy to respond. Stupid me. A lot of loads blown on the floor. A lot blown while be watched. What was wrong with me? I wanted cock, I wanted to taste cum.  I knew I wanted to bottom.  I wasn’t  pretending anymore to be watching straight porn. It was all-male only.

Finally, it just felt like a waste not to take a next step. How to do it?

Well, remember the paired booths with the facing doors. This is how that first step was taken.

I picked a booth I really had liked. Why? Back in the far corner. The darkest. One I knew from experience that men did go into when they saw that red light on showing that the other booth was free. The booths were maybe 4 by 8, with that bench on the back wall for the guys who like to sit while watching porn.  I ducked to the back. Took off my shirt and shorts. Made sure I could get to my supply of quarters to feed the video machine, my bottle of poppers, by small supply of extra lube. Put in a lot of quarters. A bot more lube – just in case. Started scrolling through the offerings. Damn I still liked to look at tits. I finally found one I did like. Not tits. Men. All male. Black on white. Bareback. Hot. The white guy was on his knees, making love to a hard, black cock. The black man was so fucking hot. Shaved head, tight body, strong, and clearly loving what the white guy was doing. I was stroking. Hard. A took out my bottle of poppers and took a huff. Shit, I could not take me eyes off the screen. But I had to look to my left once in a while to see, to see who might be looking in, interested at least in watch me stroke.

A few guys, guys probably like I was, maybe until maybe today, stopped to look before going into another booth, not the one paired with mine. Then someone went into that booth. I heard the coins go in. The movie started. The movies here had very low volume. But enough to tell there was a community of interest among the viewers.I didn’t want to hear, “Fuck my tits, baby.” I didn’t. It was the same movie. Hot. I watched mine. He watched his. We both put more money in. I looked left into his door.

Then I saw that he had moved up opposite the door like me. Damn. He must have been a Pratt worker. Tall. Black. 40s, Shaved head, No shirt. Hot torso. He had his pants down. Hot cock. Stroking. He was looking my way.

We made eye contact. For once I did not turn away. Yes now. I looked back. He made a gesture with his hands. He mouthed, “Come over?” He turned to show me his cock head on. I knew I had to have it. He waved again. I paused. I nodded yes. I mouth, “yes.” He came over into my booth.

What would I do? There was no escape from the booth. I guess I could have covered up and trued to squeeze by as he came in. But I did not want to. There he was. What I came for. A hot black man. Coming on to me. His cock hard. Another huff of the poppers. That only increased my lust.

I went to my knees. He moved forward. I opened my mouth. He put his cock head on my lips. I touched it with tongue. I moved my head forward to take what I could in my mouth.

“Yeah, baby.”

He put his hands on my head and begin to move it back and forth in time with his thrusts – giving me a good face fuck. This was finally me sucking cock at Aircraft News, giving my mouth to be used like had I too long wanted it to be used. Fuck he was big. I came close to gagging, but my tongue was busy. It was incredible. He fully dropped his pants. I put my hands on his hard ass. I looked at his beautiful black skin. I pulled back to look at it in its entirety. Damn.

“I love this,” I said.

“I bet you do man. You suck like you want my cock.”

“I do.”

“You’ll get it.”

I took his cock back in my mouth. Another hit of poppers. I drooled from the flow of saliva. I sucked. He fucked my face.

“In your ass dude.”

“Yes.” I said.

“No condom, man.”

“No problem.”

“Cool. Let me at your ass…”

That required me to break off my sucking and stand-up and turn around in the booth – a bit tricky given how narrow it was and how poppered up I felt. But I got help. He took me by the shoulders, turned me around, pushed me down toward the bench.

“Brace yourself there, baby.”

I did what I was told.

He had seen the lube I had brought – on the bench.

“Man, you came ready.”

“Yes, but you will be my first…”

“Well get ready to ride. I want to make you mine today. You are going to ride this black cock.”

“I want that.”

“Get my load.”

“Yeah. I want your cum in my ass, breed me.”

“Your wish will come true, in more ways than one.”

He lubed up his cock. He lubed my hole. Tighter then than it is now. I felt him press the head of his cock on my hole.

“Fuck me.”

He pushed in. Damn, my hole resisted. That first ring did not want to open. He stopped. fingered it, massaged it. Then put his cock back at the opening. Then just pushed in.

“Fuck man.”

“Relax. Take a hit.”

I did. I relaxed and he started to push in, pull out, push in, pull out. My hole was on fire – good fire after a while. Just like those porn stories about first time in a virgin hole.

“Damn, damn, damn, fuck me.”

Then I heard a third voice, “Yeah fuck that white ass, Gerald.”

So, he his name was Gerald. But who was talking?

All the while he was pounding my ass. I was focused on being fucked, my wish finally fulfilled. I was zoning out on the feeling of a hard cock in my ass. My ass, my no longer virgin ass. A raw cock. A black cock. In my ass. Breeding me