(sorry, I rarely write short tales)
Once upon a time way back in the 1980s...
Being 19, broke, perpetually horny, and living in a small town means one has to find their own fun. Sometimes this means stepping outside the comfort zone. Sometimes this leads to life-changing adventures.
At that age, this was my existence. Work was sporadic. Nothing full-time. I'd do some construction or demolition work, some roofing, anything to make my rent. Dad kicked me out a year earlier. I was no longer his problem.
I got by. It wasn't easy and wasn't always fun, but it wasn't hell on earth or anything.
A friend worked at his uncle's chippy. If I had nothing else to do, I'd go hang out there. I'd managed to pick up some work and job leads there, so it wasn't mere loafing. While in a seedier part of town, all sorts came to the place. The food was takeout only, so most people would call in an order and arrive 20 minutes later, pay and leave. You know the type of place. Like I said, I met all sorts while hanging out there.
Chicken wings, at the time, weren't as popular as they are now. They were considered cheap and were mostly preferred by black folks. I always liked a good chicken wing and the chippy made the best. And yeah, they were cheap but so good.
It was a warm, humid night - maybe 8pm or so. I'd been out running around trying to find something to do, and as often happened, I ended up at the chippy. As I did most times, I chatted with my friend and his coworkers, and anyone interesting who came in. I was practically the de facto welcoming committee. This was what brought about this particular situation.
OK, the snug, blue runner's shorts I was wearing might've been a factor too. I won't lie. I knew I looked good in them. I've always had muscular legs, and the shorts were just tight enough to not leave much to the imagination. A lot of girls appreciated this look. It seems a lot of guys did too.
A guy came in to place an order. This wasn't unusual. Not everyone called ahead. There were no mobile phones back then. But this guy - I guessed he was picking up food for a date or something. His cologne almost knocked me out. It smelled like he used the whole bottle! But he definitely had a look.
He was maybe 30, dark skinned, and admittedly attractive. He wore his hair in a Jeri curl, but he was wearing a Kangol which covered most of it. He was wearing a tight top and even tighter jeans. His outfit really left nothing to the imagination. He had a slim but lightly muscular build and I won't lie - his ass definitely caught my attention.
I said "Howdy" just as I would anyone coming into the chippy. It wasn't my job but I've always preferred to be friendly. It pays to be nice.
He returned my greeting and as he turned to do so, he took a good long look at me. It was obvious he liked what he saw. He asked if I was in line, and I told him I was just hanging out.
"Hmmm, I see" he replied, taking another long look at me, up and down.
He stepped up to the counter and ordered a dozen wings, then looked back over at me, smiled, and changed the order to 2 dozen. He paid for his order and then walked over towards me.
"Do you like wings?" he asked.
As I was replying that yes, I did enjoy them, he interrupted and added that he likes to suck the meat off the bone. The look in his eyes made me pretty certain he wasn't necessarily talking about chicken wings.
I wasn't sure how to react. I was pretty sure he was flirting, but I'd only ever been with girls so I wasn't 100% sure. I did what I figured any polite person would; I inquired about his evening plans. I asked if he had a date, adding that between his outfit and cologne, that would've been my guess. Again he eyed me up and down. He lightly licked his lips and said that he didn't really have any plans, but 'that could change any time'.
I won't lie. I was getting a little turned on that this guy seemed to be hitting on me. I was trying to fight back an erection, which would have been obvious in the shorts I was wearing. He looked like he was in the same predicament as he reached down and adjusted his crotch.
My friend and his coworker were both getting a good chuckle at this scenario. That pretty much killed my hard-on. At that time, I'd never really considered sex with a guy...but here I was thinking about the possibility. I knew that I didn't appreciate the laughs from the other guys. Honestly, if I'd been in their spot I probably would've done the same.
My new acquaintance began asking if I had plans for the evening. I told him I was just hanging out, bored, nothing really planned. I heard the guys chuckling again, so I excused myself to use the bathroom. It wasn't a public restroom, but as I spent a lot of time in the chippy I had free use of it. When I finished, I motioned for my friend to come over.
"Dude, I'm gonna slip out the back door. That dude is kinda freakin' me out."
My friend laughed and joked that he thought maybe I was about to slip over to "the dark side". Again, I didn't appreciate his humor. While we had our little conversation, I heard my new acquaintance's order number come up and saw one of the guys taking his order to the counter. I used this moment to slip out the back door.
The back door led to the side of the building, which was more of a little driveway between the front and rear parking areas. I made my way to the back lot. An older LTD pulled up slowly.
It was my new acquaintance.
He slowed to a stop, rolled down his window and asked "Where are you running off to?"
I made some polite, noncommittal reply. His eyes never left me.
"Get in. You can help me with these wings. I have some beers back at my place too...", he trailed off. His voice was low and manly but definitely sounded effeminate. I figured worse case scenario, I'd have a bite to eat, maybe a beer or two and call it a night. Who knows, maybe I'd get a blow job too - if I was reading him correctly.
I got in the car with him.
He pulled to the back of the lot and parked. He reached towards the ashtray and I saw him grab a half-smoked joint.
"Want to help me finish this?" he asked. The look in his eyes suggested that 'yes' was the best answer.
I've never been big on smoking pot, but when in Rome. While not an expert, it seemed pretty potent stuff.
"Can I give you a shotgun?" he inquired. I wasn't sure what he meant. He explained this was when he'd put the joint in his mouth backwards and blow the smoke directly into my nose and mouth. He assured me it'd give me a better high.
Who was I to argue?
He put the joint in his mouth and lightly grabbed my face with his hands. They were big, but soft. And smelled like his cologne. Holding my face, he blew a thick stream of smoke towards me, and I inhaled as much as I could, coughing a bit. He held my face for a second longer than I thought necessary. As he let go, he allowed his right hand to lightly land on my thigh. He left it there a moment while he took another hit from the joint. As he exhaled, he simply said "Nice..." as he gave my thigh a light squeeze before letting go.
I was hard as rock and didn't really care. I half hoped he'd put his hand back. Instead, he started the car and began driving towards, I guessed, his place. We finished the joint en route, and made some light conversation. We were heading into a rundown neighborhood that I hadn't been to before. He pulled up to a small house that from the outside looked past its prime.
He grabbed the bag from the chippy and opened his door and stepped out. "Come on, we're here. This is my place."
I waited a moment as I still had a hard-on and it would be impossible to hide in these shorts. He stood there for a moment and said, "Well?"
As I got out and made my way around the car, he saw the cause of my reticence. His eyes locked on my crotch, and I thought he was about to say something - but he just lightly licked his lips and said, "C'mon, this way" and walked up to his front door. My eyes were glued to his ass. It looked like it was about to burst out of those tight jeans. I could feel my cock throb.
He opened the door and stepped in to turn on the hall light. I followed. His house was small and clean, but definitely had some scents I wasn't used to. I could pot smoke, cigarette smoke, and a few things I didn't recognize. He handed me the bag and pointed towards the living room, suggesting I make myself at home while he grabbed some plates and a couple beers. I did as told. This wasn't the last time.
I sat on the couch pretty much in the dark, with only the hall light illuminating the room. When he returned with our plates and beers, he chuckled at forgetting to turn on the light. He apologized and flicked on a small table lamp and joined me on the couch.
"Where are my manners???" he asked, with another chuckle. He noted that we hadn't even introduced ourselves yet. He said his name was Demond, and I told him mine was Mike. He raised his beer to me and added "Nice to meet you!" We sat and chatted, enjoying our wings and beer for a bit. My erection was finally subsiding. We laughed at how quickly we were going through napkins. (wings are always messy)
He said he wanted to see if I could suck the meat off the bone. I grabbed a wing and gave it my best. He laughed and suggested I had a few things to learn, then displayed his method of sucking the meat off. His method was definitely more erotic than mine, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He suggested I'd need some practice to equal his skills. I guessed aloud that I probably would.
I wiped my hands, apparently with the last napkin, and said that I was done eating for now. He said he'd grab some more napkins, and asked if I would get up and turn on the TV. As I walked across the small room to the TV, I heard him mutter "dammmnnnnn". While not sure, I'm guessing he liked what he saw. On his way to the kitchen he asked if I wanted another beer. I happily accepted the offer. I couldn't even tell you what was playing on the TV.
His house wasn't air-conditioned and I was feeling pretty warm. I rubbed the cold beer across my forehead.
"If you're too warm, feel free to take your shirt off hon" he suggested. 'Hon?'...this was a slight, almost imperceptible change - but off my shirt went. I was pretty muscular from the physical labor I was used to doing. Not chiseled, but definitely muscular. From the look in his eyes, he was pleasantly surprised.
He excused himself to put on something a little more comfortable and asked if I wanted to smoke some more. Again, I was happy to go along with whatever he had in mind. He was pretty cool to hang out with, so even if he didn't try anything, it was still a good evening.
I could smell his cologne. I guessed he was putting on more. I didn't mind. It smelled nice. When he came back to the living room, his Kangol was gone and his Jeri curl was neater than I would have expected. He was wearing a short, purple, silk kimono-type robe that barely came to mid thigh and carrying a trying with his pot and papers. He also had with him a jar of Vaseline. When I inquired what it was for, he just smiled and said "in case we need it later."
He took a little clay pipe from the tray, filled it and handed it to me. "Guest first!" he insisted as he lit the pipe while I took a long hit. "Attaboy..." he muttered. I tried holding the smoke in my lungs, then coughed. He laughed, then took a hit like a pro while I returned to my beer.
He asked if I worked out, because of my build. I told him nah, just worked construction and such. He added that he noticed how muscular my legs looked when he first saw me at the chippy.
"I bet your girlfriend loves those muscles!"
I pointed out that no, I didn't have a girlfriend and wasn't seeing anyone regularly at the time. He feigned surprise and added that it was a shame to let 'all that' go to waste. With this, his hand went to my thigh. I didn't stop him. He seemed to take this as encouragement, and he led the conversation down a more sexual path. He moved closer on the couch but his hand never left my thigh. I was starting to get hard, and I know he saw it. He squeezed my thigh just a bit.
He asked when was the last time I got laid. I told him it had been a while. He asked if she had sucked my dick. I answered that she had, but it wasn't the greatest. He laughed and said "I bet!" He added that it was his understanding that men give better blowjobs than women.
He then asked if she played with my ass. The thought made my cock jump a bit, but I answered that she hadn't - then added no one ever had. This was when he began to rub my thigh. I was getting hard as rock, and unless my eyes were playing tricks on me - he was too. He was rubbing my thigh closer and closer to my crotch. He moved a little closer on the couch. I was mildly overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne and pot smoke.
"Have you ever done any bi stuff?" he asked as his finger started working its way under my shorts.
I'd like to say I was really cool about it, but in reality all that came out was a weak, stammering "no".
His face moved closed and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he quietly asked:
"Would you like to?"
My cock was throbbing and his hand made its way to it, lightly rubbing and squeezing it. I don't know that I answered...I think my mouth just fell open. And then he leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues were introducing themselves to each other and I half thought he was going to eat my face. I suddenly felt very small and not at all in control of the situation. Never letting go of my cock, he moved in closer - practically on top of me, still kissing me. I had never been so turned on.
He pulled back, chuckled and said, "Well that definitely wasn't a NO." I felt myself blush and smiled. And then I got stupid.
"Does this make me bi now?" I asked like a total idiot.
"Not yet honey" he responded with a smirk. "But you might be by the time I'm finished with you."
"Want me to put on a movie? I have to go get something..." He got up and put a videotape in the VCR and hit play. I couldn't help notice his big, black dick fighting gravity as he moved. "I'll be right back"
I watched him walk out of the room, checking out his ass and legs. I'd always been attracted to those particular physical attributes but this was the first time I'd paid attention to them on another man. He looked fine!
I lit a cigarette, took a swig of beer, and started watching the movie he'd put on. It was a porno! Yep, this was most likely going to happen! On the screen I watched a white couple in bed with a black man. He was hung like a mule. It wasn't long before the gal was gone from the scene and the black guy was shoving his cock down the white guy's throat. I vaguely recall rubbing my own dick through my shorts as I watched it.
"You like that?" I heard Demond ask as he returned with what looked like a towel.
"Then I think you'll like this too..." he added as he dropped the towel, opened his robe and stroked his big black cock.
Time seemed to slow way the fuck down. I couldn't take my eyes off his hand slowly massaging what looked like a good 8 or more inches of dick.
I just sat there, jaws open, mesmerized. My shorts were getting moist from my pre-cum.
Demond slowly walked over to me. "Touch it...you know you want to" he said softly but firmly. I did as I was told. I reached out, took his unit in my hand and began stroking it a little.
"Now kiss it." His voice the same, soft, firm, commanding. He wasn't demanding anything. I was free to stop anytime I wanted. But I didn't. At that moment I was completely his.
I moved my face closer the hot, erect member in my hand and began to kiss it tenderly. First the head, then down the shaft to his pubes. He then told me to lick his balls. I was powerless to do anything but what he required, so my tongue bathed his sack, slowly licking and caressing them. I could still smell his cologne, but the scent was now secondary to his musk. This, along with the effects of the beer and pot, I was woozy and honestly, ready for anything he had in mind.
I barely registered him pulling me up until I heard his voice. "Suck my titties" His chest was small but firmly muscular - like a swimmer maybe. His nipples looked like black pencil erasers. My mouth went straight to one of them and began licking and sucking on them, just as I had many women before him. He was practically squealing. His erection felt pretty full. I felt it against my body, so I reached down and stroked it while sucking his titties. He held my face against his chest for a moment, then pulled me off, kissed me and said:
"Let's get these shorts off you!"
And with that, he moved downward and removed them. My 6" dick stood at full attention. He pushed me back onto the couch, kneeled before me, took my cock in hand and said, as he looked into my eyes:
"You'll never want a woman to suck you after this"
He wasn't lying. His skills were beyond compare. I had never experienced anything like this. No smalltown white girl would ever be able to compare with this!
I've always had pretty big balls, and he wasn't about to neglect them. He licked them, sucked on them, and started pushing my legs up. I slid back into the couch and he reached his prize; my tight, virgin ass.
He started lapping it with his warm, moist tongue. It was my time to moan and squeal. I started to understand why girls liked it so much when I ate them out. He started licking it harder. I moaned more.
"You like that baby?" he asked briefly before returning to my ass. I moaned an affirmative response. He started jabbing at my asshole with his tongue. It felt amazing! I was holding my own legs up and back by this point. I never wanted this to end. He was fucking my ass with his tongue!
Then came a finger. He slid it in along with his tongue at first, and then deeper on its own. With each little thrust, he went deeper. If I made a sound that he might have thought was pain, he licked my balls. Then came a 2nd finger.
Still holding my own legs up, I looked down at him. Our eyes met while I watched him slowly fingerfuck with 2 fingers. I seem to recall a tiny, breathless "oh my god" coming out of my mouth.
He continued fingerbanging me. He added a 3rd finger. I barely heard him when he said, "Oh yeah baby...I'm gonna loosen you up and fuck your brains out." I was torn between orgasming and holding back - on old habit of mine. I've always enjoyed making it last until I can't anymore.
Demond pulled me onto the floor. He pushed the coffee table out of the way and reached for the towel. He told me to lay on. Again, his wish was my command. He got down on the floor with me, and proceeded to lick my now sore ass. 1st, up and down the crack - squeezing my ass cheeks and upper thighs. Then he used both hands to spread my legs and ass while he licked and tongue-fucked me more. Then got up a bit and started rubbing his big black cock up and down my crack. It felt amazing!
He reached for something on the coffee table. I hear a jar open. It was the Vaseline! He began smearing it up and down my ass crack, between the cheeks and on and IN my asshole.
Breathlessly, he said "Oh yeah baby...are you ready for it? Ima put this dick all up in that ass"
My moans were all the response I think he required.
I felt him pushing the head of his dick against my asshole. He felt massive! He started working it in bit by bit. My head was swimming. I was about to be fucked in the ass by a man - a black man I'd just met. And I was giving myself to him without question.
He worked his dick in further and further. He felt like he was about to rip me apart. I kept feeling fuller and fuller. I wasn't sure how much I could take. He worked himself all the way in and I felt his balls against my ass. He grinded a bit to see if he could make any further inward progress. Once sure he couldn't, he slowly pulled about halfway out and then back in all the way. His thrusts built up speed. He pulled my hips up just a bit. I wasn't sure which would burst first; my dick, my ass, or him. Faster and faster he fucked me, his balls slapping against me. I could feel beads of his sweat landing on my back. I moaned and tried my best to meet each thrust with my own backwards bucking.
"Bitch! That ass is mine!" Demond kept yelling. This was met with my own replies of "YES! YES! YES!"
After what felt like a cross eternity and a split second, he pulled out and shot load after load all over my ass and back. He laid on top of me, slowly grinding his still semi-erect cock in my ass crack, cuddled me and whispered in my ear, "Did you like that baby? I wanted you to really love it."
I just laid under him, smiling, sweaty, breathless, and dripping his seed out of my ass.
"Fuck that was awesome..." was the best I could muster.
I licked him clean afterwards. We smoked more reefer, finished off the beer, and damned near destroyed his living room throughout the rest of the night.
Thinking back I can safely say, "Yeah Demond...I'm at least bi now."
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