I wasn't expecting a big, black cock. Really. I also wasn't expecting everything that came with it. But let me backtrack a bit.
Contrary to popular belief, showbiz ain't as glamorous as most people think. If you see me onstage, making music, you'd think I had it all! Some level of fame, notoriety at best, and money. I dressed well and looked good. But once offstage, when the stage lights are replaced by the fluorescent lights of the venue office, I probably look like a wreck. Sweaty, exhausted, and hoping the night's receipts will cover all the expenses. The band has to be paid, as do the road crew, the drivers, and of course the management team. If there's anything left, I get to pay my own bills with it. Usually doesn't leave much. And I have a few habits.
No no, I'm not a junkie or anything. But I do like a drink now and then. I try to keep it to a minimum, especially on the road. But this was the day after the last night of the tour. Everyone else was heading home, but I decided to stick around for a few days, just to unwind. My hotel room was paid for the rest of week. My manager assured me he'd make sure everyone got paid, and he left me a decent per diem for the rest of the week. This meant I had a few bucks to go have fun with. And I did.
Mid-sized Midwestern towns are all pretty much the same. Lots of chain restaurants and if you make it out to the suburbs, it's nothing but strip malls. I couldn't stomach another corporate steak or crab shack, so I asked around. There are certain unspoken rules in this business. The sound and light crews always know where to get drugs, especially if they're union guys. But you really don't want them having any idea where you're going, because they'll happily blab it to the press - for a few bucks. Hotel staff are usually more discreet, especially the bell staff and doormen. A good concierge will keep mum too, provided there's a tip. It pays to tip, believe me.
So there I was in the middle of God-knows-where Missouri (or Indiana, hell I don't know) looking for a quiet place to eat and maybe a few beers. Taking a cab or Uber out to the burbs was a NO, so I asked one of the bellhops in the lobby if he could recommend a place relatively close-by. Preferably walking distance. He suggested a few places, I thanked him (with a $20) and made my way to the door. He stopped me and added a strong personal recommendation for a little mom & pop joint. He said there were a few taverns nearby, if I felt like having a drink afterwards. Good kid. He read me like a book. He'll go far.
After a particularly good chicken-fried steak, veggies, and a slice of pie, I got to thinking a few beers might just do the trick. On my walk to the restaurant, I'd noticed a few little bars around, so I made my way to the closest one.
It was a weeknight, so it wasn't busy at all. It was dimly lit, like most bars on a quiet night. A few people in booths, a few spaced out at the bar. I pulled up a bar stool and the bartender gave me a surprisingly happy greeting and took my order. The music wasn't anything great, typical pop stuff, but it wasn't going to send me screaming either. When the bartender brought me my beer, we made a little small talk, and I asked if he could keep my tab open. "No problem!"
I noticed someone at the other end of the bar giving me that "He looks like so & so!" look. What can I say? You get used to it. The best trick is to play it down. Don't lie, don't bullshit. If they ask, just answer. Talk with them a bit. Most folks are polite and will leave you alone. Midwestern folks also tend to try to keep other people from bugging you. And that's just how it played out. A little banter, I thanked them for enjoying the music, blah blah blah, an autograph, a selfie, and they left me alone.
After a couple hours of small talk with the bartender, and a few patrons - as well as a few beers and a few more shots, I was considering calling it a night. The place never got crowded, which I was thankful for, but the patrons did come and go. It was close to midnight and there were only a handful of us in the joint. One kept catching my attention. Honestly, I couldn't say for certain if they were a guy or a gal. From the smiles I kept getting, I was hoping the latter. My curiosity, plus the added beer goggles, pulled me up and off my stook and I walked down to say Hi. I figured this was either a fan or maybe, just maybe, my lucky night.
The closer I got, the more certain I was my soon-to-be new friend was female. I still wasn't 100% sure though. As I made my way, I recognized the look. Yep, i knew it well. 'Play it cool...incoming horndog!' I chuckled in my head. Guys are guys. I figure we're all like this at some point. Whoever this cute dark stranger was, they definitely caught my attention.
I'm not really attracted to people who go out of their way to dress to impress. What's the saying? "Modest is hottest". She, maybe he, was wearing some tight capri type pants (what we called clam diggers when I was in school), flip flops, and a loose, formless button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Their hair was tied back like maybe they'd just got off work. This was speculation on my part. But they were cute, no doubt there.
"Hi there! Mind if I join ya?" I was trying to be as polite as could be. I was motioned to have a seat - and there was that smile. So pretty! Big, wide, a smile like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Thanks" I said as I sat down. "I couldn't help but catch you smiling at me a few time. Do I have something on my face?" I went with a joke - of course I did! This was met with a perfect response!
"Not yet, but the night's early" my new friend replied with a chuckle. I finished my beer, and ordered another. I asked my new friend if they'd like something. "Oh, just the usual. They know me here." The usual turned out to be a Long Island Iced Tea. My new friend liked them sweet but strong. We chatted a little, and I couldn't help but notice my friend's voice was a little low for a gal. Oddly enough, it wasn't stopping me. I was definitely interested. Besides, it's not like we were gonna get down and dirty in the bar. If I started to feel uncomfortable, I could always leave, right?
After the "You look like so & so", which I knew was coming, and I explained that I more than looked like him, we settled into a nice conversation. I won't lie, I was trying to see if maybe I could see a little bit of bra inside that open neck of that button down shirt. No luck. Just smooth, chocolate colored skin. I reminded myself that my friend's sex, or gender, or whatever, didn't matter. Just two grown folks having a drink.
My friend gently patted my hand, said "I'll be right back" and got up to use the restroom. Once standing, they leaned in, put both hands on my shoulders, and whispered in my ear "Want to grab us a couple of shots?" I won't lie. That light touch sent a shiver of excitement through me.
"Sure, what's your poison?" I inquired, probably sounding like a dork.
"Your choice babe" Whoah! 'Babe'? Things just got real, or at least they did in my mind. I watched my new friend walk to the restroom. Really sexy ass in those pant, and that walk - never seen a guy walk like that. I had all sorts of things running through my head now. I asked the bartender for a couple double shots of Maker's, neat.
When my friend returned, I figured I'd try to get a little clarity. "Welcome back!" I started. I nudged the drink towards my new friend and said "Bottoms up lil lady!" My friend chuckled hard at that.
"Bottoms up, indeed!" came a laughing reply, as my friend slowly drained the double, looked me squarely in the eye, and lightly slammed the empty on the table. "Your turn fella, BOTTOMS up!"
I chugged it down quick, only to be met with a chuckle and "What's your rush? Ya got someplace else to be?" My new friend locked eyes with me as they asked. It looked like I had a decision to make. Keep this going, or lose out on what could a helluva night. I was picturing that cute ass 'up', well, you know what I mean.
"Nope. No place else I'd rather be, I guess" I said with a big goofy grin. "How about you, er, um...heck, I don't even know your name!" It was my turn to chuckle a bit.
"My name's Javon. Some of my friends call me Jay. And same, no place I'd rather be either" he said with that beautiful smile. I won't lie, I was captivated, but not really sure what to do now. This really cute gal just turned into a really cute guy...this was uncharted territory for me. My racing mind was interrupted by a question.
"So what brings you in here?" Javon asked. Before I had a chance to reply, he added "I never guessed you were gay." BOOM! There it was. All cards on the table. Time to show em or fold em.
"Well, I'm not. I'm just in town for a few days. Tour just ended. I decided to go out for dinner, and maybe a few drinks, and ended up here." There. I said it. Plain and simple. Javon gave me a look that I probably should've expected. It was a look that screamed BULLSHIT.
I tried the usual polite white guy line "Nothing wrong with that" which was met with another of Javon's laughs. I was informed that there was most definitely nothing wrong with it, and that I just might, if so inclined, like it if I tried it. This was followed by a playful wink.
I think we can say he planted the first of many seeds then and there.
"Not gonna run off on me now, are ya?" he asked.
"No, no, we're having fun, right?" I half stammered. This was met with a sweet smile and Javon's hand on my thigh.
"Not as much fun as we could have." I'm pretty sure I gulped loud enough to piss off a sound tech. My mind was filling with thoughts I'd never really had before. My cock was filling too.
I tried to chuckle. "Slow it down a little, Javon. This really is my first day at this particular rodeo!" Javon laughed and suggested it probably wouldn't be my last, if he had anything to do with it.
So there I was. A decent looking, professional musician, in his mid 30s, giving serious thought to sleeping with guy. I'd been with a lot of women, groupies, girlfriends, a failed marriage 10 years earlier. This night, if nothing else, would be memorable.
And it was.
Javon's hand stayed on my thigh as we talked. Our conversation continued, mostly senseless small talk. Javon had started slowly squeezing my thigh. This kept breaking my train of thought.
"I'm sorry, does this bother you?" he asked, as he continued squeezing my thigh. I'm pretty sure my eyes were starting to bulge. My heart was racing a bit as I tried to stammer out a reply. "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so" His eyes were locked on mine and he had a dead serious look on his face.
"You don't have to stop" I quietly said. I was about to say something else, but I think all that came out was a little moan. Javon's hand moved further up my thigh. I felt like a teenager on his first date.
Javon snapped me out of my little daydream by saying, "You mean to tell me that with all the concerts and groupies, nothing like this has ever happened before?" I sputtered out a uniquely dorky answer:
"Um, not with a guy"
Javon got a good laugh at that. He leaned in close, close enough for me to catch his scent. I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he leaned in and whispered "Think you might want to give it a try? Tonight?" and with that he squeezed my dick through my jeans. I thought at least one of my heads was going to explode. Instead, I just gave the most serious answer I had all night.
"Hell yeah!"
Javon whispered in my ear "Good boy" and gave my now hard cock another squeeze before he pulled back into his chair. He suggested another round of drinks. He was in no rush whatsoever. In fact, it seemed like the dynamics of our conversation had switched. I was getting some idea of what most gals must feel when a guy realizes he can have them. This was all new to me.
I had all sorts of questions, but no clue how to bring them up. Just how does this work? 'Who does what to whom and when?' was big question I had. Instead, I went with 'where', and suggested we could go back to my hotel. I mentioned that my suite had a stocked bar. Javon pointed out that he had drinks at his place too, as well as other 'necessities'.
We finished up our drinks, and I excused myself to use the restroom. "Don't be trying to run out on me cutie!" he jokingly called out after me. I couldn't have run if I had to. Hell, I wasn't sure how I was going to piss with this hard-on. As I stood at the urinal trying, I heard the door open.
"Need a hand with that hon?" It was Javon. He came up behind me, put his arms around me and started kissing my neck, then giggled. "This probably isn't helping, is it?" He kept kissing my neck but also, started to grind his crotch against my ass. He let out little moans as he did. This was definitely new to me, and I was becoming more turned on than ever!
As I finished and went to wash my hands, Javon said we should get going...before I chicken out. He chuckled at his own wit, which he followed with some chicken imitations. This is felt natural and unnatural at the same time, but I wasn't arguing. We went back to the bar, I settled up my tab (and Javon's), left a nice tip and out we went.
Javon's place was only a few blocks away, but the neighborhood was little run down. Nothing bad, just typical urban residential section that had once been glamorous, back before the invention of suburbs. Once inside, Javon made us a couple of drinks and excused himself while he went to put on something comfortable. He told me to make myself at home.
I took my shoes off, sat on the couch and nursed my drink. After a few minutes, Javon came into the living room wearing nothing but a silk purple robe. He suggested putting on some music, and turned on his stereo. I was admittedly nervous about the situation, but I was also really turned on. He sat next to me on the couch, quite close, and leaned in to kiss me. As we kissed, I felt the slightest hint of stubble. For some reason, this really turned me on. It wasn't long before we were all over each other. He stopped for a moment.
"Why are you still wearing all these clothes?" he asked, as he started pulling at my shirt. "Let's get you out of these" he trailed off as he took off my shirt. "Now let's get these pants off you!" His hand went straight for my belt and then he undid my pants. We continued kissing as he unzipped my pants. He reached in and began to fondle my still engorged cock. He began to kiss and lick his way down my chest to my nipples. He was going back and forth between kissing them, licking them, sucking on them, and nibbling them, all the while stroking me. I thought I would burst any second.
I started to push his head down towards my crotch. He slowly slid to his knees on the floor, and pulled my pants and underwear off, and began bathing my cock with his tongue. I was in ecstasy! He really knew what he was doing. I've since heard it said that no one can suck dick like a gay man, because they know what it's like. Too true! I'd had hundreds of blowjobs but none were like this. Javon licked, sucked, and bobbed on my dick. He cupped my balls as he did, squeezing them gently. I was doing everything I could to not blow my load.
Javon started licking my balls, letting them roll on his tongue. This felt marvelous, but not as good as what came next. He pushed my legs up and back and worked his way to my ass hole. I must've let out a little yelp because Javon told me "Relax baby, just go with it". How could I help but do?! He was eating my ass like I'd eaten my share of pussies. I was getting an idea why women liked that so much. He was practically drooling on me. He started sticking his tongue in me, and I moaned with delight. I could feel myself loosen up. Then I felt a finger working its way in me.
I clenched. I started to wonder if I'd gotten myself into something I wasn't prepared for. He slowly continued working his finger into me. Up to the first knuckle, then wiggling it around a little. Then the second. My eyes were closed and I was taking short little breaths. He asked if I wanted him to stop. I said nothing. I just tried to push my ass down on to his finger. He began sliding it in and out, slowly. He started licking my cock again as he did this. I looked down and our eyes met. It was like magic.
He pulled his mouth off my dick, eyes still locked with mine, and said "Pull on your titties for me" I did as told. As I squeezed, pinched, and pulled on my nipples, he continued staring at me while finger-fucking my ass. Then he worked in another finger, and then a third. His eyes never left mine. He was giving my ass a workout. He spit on my dick, pulled his fingers out of my ass and began stroking me.
"Did you like that, baby? Did you like me fingering your ass?" he asked while he stroked me. I was about to answer when he sternly asked, "Who told you to stop playing with those titties?" While I continued playing with my nipples, Javon let go of my dick and stood up. His big black dick was poking out of his robe. It didn't look fully erect yet, but had to be 8" already. He began to slowly stroke it.
"Get on your knees, Rock Star" This was a firm order. I knelt in front of him. He placed both hands on my head and told me to kiss his dick. I reached for it and he said, "No hands baby. Just kiss it." I tried to put my hands on the floor as I kissed his beautiful cock, but again he asked "Did I tell you to stop playing with those titties?"
This must have been a sight! Javon, young, black and beautiful, wearing nothing but a now wide open purple robe, standing in his living room with me, a mid 30s white guys on his knees in front of him, pinching my own nipples and kissing that beautiful dick. To this day, I often imagine this when I jack off. But there was more, so much more.
"Lick it, baby. Lick my dick" Javon said in a sweet, yet commanding voice. "Yeah baby, lick it - get it wet." I was swirling my tongue up, down, and around his member as best I could. I let my saliva just go where it was needed.
"Put it in your mouth" he said as he worked the massive, pre-cum oozing head into my open maw. "That's it, baby, suck that big black dick!" As I tried to work my way down it, he helped by pushing it further in, holding my head the entire time. "You sure you never sucked dick before, baby? You're good at this!" For what felt like hours, he fucked my mouth. My jaws began to ache.
He pulled out of my mouth, stood up straight and started walking to his bedroom. I rose to follow him, but, he told me "If you want you, you'll crawl" I wasn't sure if he was serious, so I started crawling on all fours towards his bedroom. Javon chuckled at the sight. "Get up you fucking dork" He was laughing by this point.
I got up and walked towards him, feeling almost as silly as I was aroused. My jaw ached, my nipples were sore, and my ass...I don't have words to describe how my ass felt. My cock was still hard, dripping pre cum, and felt ready to burst.
Javon took me in his arms and kissed me passionately, our tongues doing a lover's dance. He let his robe drop to the floor, then wrapped his arms around me, tightly. He worked his hands down to my ass, squeezing them like he was testing fresh produce. "Niiiiice" he cooed, then he led me towards his bed.
He'd already laid a fresh towel across the bed. I wasn't immediately sure what this was for, but I could guess. Also on the bed was a bottle of baby oil. 'THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!' kept running through my mind. Javon kissed me, and pushed me on to the bed. I sat up, looking at him. That incredibly cute face, that amazing body, and his unbelievably huge black dick. It looked fully erect now. What was it? 9" 9 and a half? What was coming next?
"Turn around, baby. On your belly" he cooed sweetly. I laid face down, like I would for a massage. "Yeah, like that, baby" Javon said, almost to no one. He climbed on top of me and began kissing my neck. I felt his hard cock against my skin. I half wondered if it was too late to chicken out and run? But I didn't want to! This was equally amazing, terrifying, and confusing. Then he started sliding his cock up and down the crack of my ass. In this moment I knew there was no turning back. I was about to give in to Javon, to his pleasures, and to my own. He reached for the baby oil and squeezed a good amount on my ass, rubbing it all over with his erect cock. He laid on top of me, grinding. He kissed my ear and whispered, "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready for me?"
I quietly answered "yes". That's when I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my ass hole. I was ready for this, but my sphincter was going to need some convincing. Javon applied a little pressure, then eased off. He did this again and again, slipping a little further into me each time. Instinctively, I tried to spread my ass cheeks for him, hoping it would increase his entry into me. Soon he was getting further and further in, sliding partly back out and then slowly thrusting deeper. I'm sure I was moaning but I felt more like I was in a trance. I just wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me.
His cock was about 3/4 of its way in me, he asked "Does this feel good, baby? You like having this dick in that ass?" All I could do was moan agreement. He pulled my legs over the side of the bed, his feet firmly planted on the floor, and he began thrusting further and further into me. I felt his balls hit me. His thrusts began to build up speed. I was panting, moaning, and I know that at least once I begged for him to "FUCK ME! FUCK THAT ASS!"
I remember cumming buckets while he fucked me. It was like no other orgasm I'd ever had. My body really loosened up after that, and Javon just kept pounding my ass. Suddenly, panting, he yelled "I'm gonna cum!" He pulled out and shot rope after rope of jizz all over my ass. Then he collapsed on top of me, panting. He kissed my ear, and rolled me over and kissed me deeply.
"How was that, Mr. Rock Star? Think you'll be wanting more?" he asked, chuckling like he so often does. I took him in my arms, kissed him passionately and told him I was ready for whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
This was three years ago. Javon and I stayed together for two of those years. I stopped touring, opened a studio and a production company. I keep Javon on payroll though. He's working as a nurse, so he doesn't really need the money, but I told him at one point I'd always take care of him. I still chuckle to myself, especially if I meet someone new. Javon was more than I expected, and life has turned out to be more than I expected.
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