Hot White Desire

I flexed in the full-length gym mirror. I smiled. I looked damned good. I had been attending Flex's Gym from the tender age of eighteen, when my uncle had finally taken me along. He'd been a member and so I worked out under his membership as a guest. I had never been a fat kid, nor had I been skinny. I had been naturally athletic in physique with a tight and toned body from regular Caribbean boyhood activities like riding bikes, swimming in the sea, playing football (soccer) and cricket after school, running through the bush picking wild fruit, and other general boyish shenanigans.

Once I'd joined the gym, however, I really beefed up. I never became bulky, thank God, but my muscles did become bigger and more pronounced, eventually causing me to take on the 'shredded' look; which I was more than pleased about. After four years, I was in the best shape of my life and, fully an adult at twenty-one, I took advantage of that: hitting up the bars along the coast, and banging a different pretty gal every weekend.

Still, that had not stopped the emptiness I felt inside. It was as though something were missing. Of course, I knew what it was. I had tried to deny it since I was sixteen but after so many years, I no longer could stand the pressure. The first time I had been with a man was at twenty. I had just started working down at the port. It was hard work but it paid well.

After a long day, I had been relaxing; leaned up against a crate and counting my bi-weekly cash pay-out, when he had approached. He was a captain on one of the freighting vessels. He was not scheduled to leave until the next morning. He was an older white man, muscular and tall with silver hair and mustache. We engaged in conversation and I felt my cock throb. It was the way he had approached me that turned me on. I knew what he was after and I played along; my desire rising. Then, he grabbed my dick and I gasped. He sucked on my neck and invited me to a nearby hotel.

Needless to say, it was the best sex of my life. I had never fucked a man before but his hot white ass was tighter than any pussy I had fucked. And he appreciated my length and girth, never complaining like the ladies did but encouraging me to go harder, faster and deeper. He wanted every inch and I gave it to him until I blew my load up his hungry ass. Then, he flipped the tables on me. He opened my virgin ass with his surprisingly thick and long white cock. The stereotype was clearly a lie. He made it good. He went slow, easing into my ass and replacing the initial pain with nothing but pleasure. He stroked his cock through my body and I kept my gaze locked to those blue eyes as he fucked me harder and faster and deeper until he shot his cum inside me. And I came again as he was breeding me.

As I stood flexing in the full-length mirror, the memories flooded my mind. My nipples stiffened and my cock swelled. It had been just over a year since then. After we had fucked and I had left, the guilt had crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. I had avoided the memories as best I could but they invaded my thoughts at the least convenient times. The cool air breezing through the gym's wide open doors caressed my nipples and my cock jerked. My asshole twitched, and I knew I had to have more. I could no longer deny how good it had felt.

After a shower, I headed down to the nightlife along the west coast. The tourists were swarming, and plenty of them were older white men; the kind I liked: tall and muscular despite their age; despite their silver or salt-and-pepper beards. Some were with their wives but others were alone. One in particular caught my eye as he sat alone at the far end of the bar, quietly sipping his drink. He cast furtive glances about the room, toward the dance floor. I followed his gaze and saw his blue eyes rested on the backs and buttocks of the other young black men as their bodies gyrated behind the butts of both white and black women.

I made myself known by walking across the floor. At my angle, I could see he was staring at me without having to look at him directly. Yes, I knew I was an impressive specimen of black Caribbean masculinity: tall and strappingly muscular. No doubt the type of man he was looking for. I leaned against the window and looked out over the rolling waves down on the beach, then I purposefully looked his way and smirked. He shook and looked away briefly, then returned his gaze to mine. I nodded, and he did the same. I walked over and sat next to him. I ordered us both a second round of drinks.

He was Dutch. That explained the tall, pale and handsome bit. Aged forty-nine, he had a full beard, some silver woven into the dirty blonde of it, as well as that of the hair on top of his head. We never broke eye contact as we talked. I inhaled his scent, and I saw he did mine as well. I asked where he stayed and if he wanted to get out of the bar. Ten minutes later, we were in his hotel room, naked with raging boners.

We kissed and caressed. His hairy body pressed against my own smooth form as he rolled me into spoon position. Sticky gel fingered up my asshole; which was swiftly met by the head of his cock. His big, long, thick white cock. Again, the stereotype proven untrue. He pushed into me and we both moaned. Unlike my first white lover, he did not take it slow; not that I wanted him to. He was just as hungry as I was for man-sex.

His cock pushed into me, securing its entry to the balls. He paused and we both shuddered with delight. It hurt, of course, but it hurt good. He pulled and pushed, and pulled and pushed through my gut. I wrapped my arm over his neck and he kissed me then suckled my stiff tit. He fucked me harder, faster, deeper. Again and again his cock slammed up my guts and made me mewl. His fingers slid between my lips and I sucked on them as he fucked me harder, faster, deeper. He hammered my guts then screamed as he came; pumping his warm cum up my bowels.

We paused there, panting afterward. Then, he grabbed my cock and jerked me. Slowly at first then faster and faster. I moaned and he whispered nasty, dirty, vile but arousing words into my ear. I arched my back as I shot my creamy cum over the bed. Then, he started fucking me again, hard and fast until he reached his second coming, balls-deep inside me. We kissed and he pawed at my nipples, making me moan in the after-math of our sex. I spent the night, and he fucked me a third time, in missionary. His cock lanced deeper than it had before as he seeded me. Then, he sucked my cock until I erupted in his mouth. I had never seen a man swallow cum before. It amused me.

The next day, I was back in Flex's Gym, admiring my sweat-glazed body after my workout. I posed and flexed in the full-length mirror; my cock stiff and my nipples swollen as the memories of the previous night flooded my brain.