Dark Room of Black and White Mixin

Gareth was a guy I met on a black and white photography night class held at a very popular London college.

This was early 2000s.

He was white, a chubby bear and around my height at 6ft 1in. Gareth was Welsh and like me in his 30s.

I could tell Gareth was a gay bear because he had a bear footprint tattoo on his right arm.

Gareth had this imposing figure and personality. He was such a cocky sod.

After that first night class of introductories some of us headed to a nearby pub to discuss our initial photo assignments.

Believe  me, I fancied Gareth straight away and ensured I sat next to him in the pub.

Playing dumb I asked Gareth what was the meaning of his tattoo. 

"You wouldn't want to you" replied Gareth 

"I bear you" I whispered to Gareth.

Gareth winked at me and smiled followed by nods of the head.

From then the low key flirting began as we had our side chat away from the rest of the crew. 

"I love dark skinned black guys" Gareth added  "Hope you are not offended"

"No no...I am too long gone to be offended. I'm very broadminded if you know what I mean. Then again Welsh bears always float my boat"

"You've ever been to Wales?" he asked.

"Many times both on work stuff and for short breaks such as watching 6 nations (rugby union). I love Cardiff and Aberdare"

Evening classes were two nights a week and Gareth and I really developed a kinship over the rest of that September.

By late October, when late afternoons were now dark, Gareth and I would spend a few times having quick drinks before heading to class.

Fortunately Gareth worked (graphic designer) just a few stops from my office (central London) and sometimes we would have a fry up English breakfast before work at a greasy spoon cafe 

He was big flirt and very tactile. Gareth was well over 300lbs with huge thighs. So when Gareth barely nudged me in a teasing way you felt it.

Evening classes were great. We took photos and learnt how to develop the films in the dark room.

The dark rooms was accessible even at weekends and Gareth and I snogged and fondled in the dark room like kids. 

Kissing in a pitched black dark room was something else. For one thing it's as if the world outside didn't exist and we knew no one would interrupt us until we left the room.

We would sometimes find a empty classroom, lock the door and Gareth would pin me against the wall as he chewed my sensitive nips into kingdom cum. 

In his words Gareth was a bit of a tart and bragged endlessly about the long list of black men he slept with or are chasing him.

I was not surprised and the charisma that came from been around this Welsh giant made you feel great about oneself.

Gareth suggested we head out to the outskirts of London and chillax for the day.

"Brighton any good?" I asked

"Perfect, let's make a proper night of it"

I booked ourselves into a hotel facing the sea. 

I love Brighton mostly in the spring but the only thing worth doing in Brighton on a cold dark November is staying in a big double cavorting bed.

Gareth's sexual appetite was like a rage of fire. Bags hit the floor and Gareth was out of the blocks. 

He pushed me on the bed and climbed on top and  kissed and bit and licked my face and neck in an ice creamish sort of way.

Then Gareth went in for the immediate kill when he licked and nibbled my ears which sent vibrations down to my toes as I tried unsuccessfully to moved my head from thls oral onslaught.

Gareth jumped up and started to undress and suggested we have a shower together.

I can't tell you what a thrill it was to run my soapy hands over Gareth's man mountain of a back.

Then Gareth sat on the bed and he pulled me to sit on his left thigh. I felt like a child having a Santa moment.

There we kissed, caressed each others back and he was tugging my nipples.

My large nipples were nothing in comparison to Gareth's magnificent moobs. I have female friends who would be envious of Gareth's tits.

By now it was 8pm and Gareth was at his seductive best.

He took out his DVD player and started to play some Teddy Prendergast, Al Green, Donny Hathaway and Isly Brothers classics in the background with windows slightly ajar and feeling the cool air coming off the sea.

Gareth duly obliged to my ass eating requests by planting that temporary Wonder of Brighton right on my face.

This was some proper deep sea diving stuff as my tongue was feasting on his hole then coming up for air when Gareth eased up a bit. 

Then Gareth dropped that arse on my face and moved it aggressively as he tongued the contours of my 9 incher with delicate precision.

Gareth decided to postpone proceedings and suggested we head out for some food.

I was relieved. Didn't fancy cumming on an empty stomach.

We headed to a fish and chip shop along the Brighton pier and during our 10 minute stroll guys stared at Gareth like he was some celebrity.

Gareth was one sexy big unit.

We walked along the chily seafront close to midnight.  I was relieved to have had on my coat as the minute Gareth held my hand my cock was in a lift-off position. 

Back at the Queens Hotel Gareth decided to take things further and oiled up for an overdue fuck. 

My cock is pretty thick and long. Or so I thought, as entering Gareth my cock went straight in and was swimming freely.

Then there was a knock on the room door.

"Get that for me" Gareth asked

As I attempted to put on a pair of shorts Gareth added "You won't be needing that"

"Excuse me?" I was saying internally

So I gently pulled the door and this black smart casually dressed  guy asked if Gareth was there.

I said yes ask I pulled the door wider for him to come in.

Gareth got up from the bed and greeted this dude with a kiss and a hug.

Definitely the first and only time I've been introduced  a stranger when completely naked supported by a semi stiffy.

(I lie. Communal showers intro did happen.  But that's different me thinks)

Gareth introduced me to Patrick, he was based in Brighton.

Like I said earlier Gareth was a bit of a tart and he had orchestrated this threesome last minute without telling either myself of Patrick.

Gareth was holding my cock and said to Patrick 

"Have a feel at how heavy this monster is?"

I nodded to Patrick that he could do so and at that moment two guys were holding my cock. This was beyond fantasy fever.

Then Patrick and I kissed and Gareth joined in the kissing triangle whilst both men tweak my nips.

I was tugging at Gareths nips whilst a now nude Patrick was playing with his now solid dick.

In no time I became the centre of attention as I laid on the bed and both men were tonguing my sensitive nips like some tag team.

"Hmmm" I was thinking to myself "they've done this before." But I kept such thoughts to myself.

I took a brief break and observed how Patrick and Gareth getting on. Gareth gripped my legs with his huge legs to ensure I remained on the bed.

Despite this lust-in I could sense some tension from Patrick as if I had stolen his spotlight.

But Gareth was the main man in charge and whatever he initiated we followed suited. 

Patrick and I had our tag team moment as we took in turns to fuck Gareth's supersized butt hole.

Protected.

Whenever Patrick took his turn to fuck Gareth he also chewed on my nips.

I was more than happy to let Patrick continue screwing Gareth but the latter was not having it and would direct fucking directions like some air traffic controller

Thankfully Patrick came, cleaned up and said his goodbyes m.

Gareth and I had the rest of that early morning together before we left back for London.

Gareth did not return for stage 2 of the photography course in January. 

I did visit the big mans apartment once and as I was leaving Gareth and strolling pass the reception area the security guard said to me

"He's really good ain't it blood?

"Excuse me?"

"Great cock sucker..you know....Gareth?"

"Have you .. I mean... .had his ..." I just didn't know what to say 

"Yeah, yeah..  been there, done that..... he has been with most of us in this block. Gareth is a cock star bruv"

Tart.