The Takedown of a Straight Man

I had a roommate in college who loved working out more than anything in the world. I, on the other hand, was kind of average then, not thin but not fat either. He introduced me to the gym, and taught me how to work out. I've not stopped since then. While many of my friends gained their Freshman 15 during their first year of college, I toned up and added about 25 pounds of muscle, becoming a muscular stud and quite a ladies' man. I slept my way around campus throughout my last three years of college, developing quite a reputation among the female population!

That all changed the last semester of my senior year, when I met Tania. She was gorgeous, and she thought I was hot too. Instead of just sleeping with her, we started dating, quickly growing serious. I realized as we were graduating that I was falling in love with her. Based on the way she looked when she saw me, I could tell that she was feeling the same things. We both got jobs in the same city after graduation, and I proposed that Christmas. We got married the following summer. Two moves and 3 kids later, we find ourselves still happily married and in our early 40's.

I have continued my passion of working out since college, keeping my body toned and my muscles cut and pronounced. My wife, along with most of the girls I slept with in college, has always complemented my ass. She loves how round it it, and she loves grabbing and holding onto my ass while I fuck her. It was my muscular ass, in fact, that led me down a path that I never imagined going, which is the subject of this story.

I was at the gym a few months back. I had finished my workout and was in the locker room, taking off my workout clothes. I had come during my lunch break, and needed to shower quickly and head back to the office. As I dropped my shorts, a black dude that I had seen around the gym walked in. I like wearing a jock strap when I work out, and so when he walked in he was greeted with the sight of my naked ass, framed by the strap as I prepared to go to the shower.

"Damn, dude," he said since we were the only ones in there at the moment. "That is a fine booty you got!" I laughed uncomfortably and hurried to the shower. I don't have anything against gay dudes, but wasn't sure I wanted to get hit in the locker room either! I finished my shower, dried off, and wrapped the towel around my waist, heading back to my locker. Thank goodness the room was empty, and I hurriedly dressed and made my way back out into the gym, ready to head back to work.

The black guy was waiting for me in the lobby. "Hey man," he said as I headed toward the door. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in there. I just don't see such perfect asses very much!"

"Don't worry about it," I said. "I guess I'm flattered that you noticed." I was trying to lighten the mood and diffuse the tension. Unfortunately, that didn't work.

"Oh, you're flattered, huh?" he asked, moving toward me and obviously flirting. "I see that wedding ring on your finger. But if you ever want to walk on the dark side, and find out what a black man could do with that fine white ass, you just let me know! I'll introduce you to pleasure you never imagined could exist!" He smirked as he smacked my ass, walking past me as he finished his come-on, laughing as my face turned 5 shades of red.

I rushed out and back to the office, willing myself to forget the ridiculous insinuation that I would be the bottom in any coupling with another man. But I couldn't get his words out of my head. When I got home that evening, Tania noticed that I was preoccupied.

"What's wrong, babe?" she asked, a look of concern on her face. "Bad day at work?"

"No, not really," I said. "Actually, it was a weird conversation at the gym."

"Oh, yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah. This black dude was complementing my ass, and suggesting he wanted to fuck me!" I said. Hearing myself say it out loud made me realize how stupid I was being for fixating on his words. I was being stupid!

"Well, you do have a FINE ass!" Tania laughed as she stepped up to me, wrapping her arms around me and grabbing my ass-cheeks in her hands, turning her mouth up to meet mine in a kiss. Then breaking the kiss, she continued, "You should be honored that a gay man would still find you attractive at 41!"

"Ha, ha," I responded sarcastically. "I'm hot and you know it!" We both laughed, and my mood was lightened. I decided to just forget the entire experience and just know that I was hot to both men and women.

Except I wasn't able to forget it. Every time I went to the gym, I would see the black guy, who introduced himself to me as Troy the next time we met, and he would make a point of coming to talk to me. Troy would always bring up the topic of wanting to tap my white ass. Every single day for the next week involved at least one conversation about how good my ass would feel on his big black cock. He was certainly persistent! The worst part was, I didn't talk with Tania about it anymore, because I didn't want her to know how much my mind was being consumed by his attempted seduction. I couldn't seem to find a way to correctly communicate that I wasn't interested in what he was offering. I kept saying I wasn't interested, but he kept coming back. I couldn't even figure out why it bothered, or preoccupied me, so much.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I sought out a guy that works in my department who is gay. "Chris, can I ask you about something?" I began as I walked into his office on Monday of the next week.

"Sure, man, what's up?" Chris responded, looking up from his desk.

"I've got a problem, but before I share, I need you to promise that you won't tell anyone," I began.

Chris held up his right hand, as if swearing in court. "I swear."

"There's this guy at the gym..." I started as Chris interrupted.

"No fucking way!" Chris exclaimed. "Are you considering batting for my team?"

"NO!" I retorted quickly. "But there's this black guy at the gym who keeps coming on to me, and being quite explicit about how much he wants my ass. I keep telling him no, I'm not gay, I'm married, I'm not interested, but he keeps trying."

"Well, you do have the finest ass in this office!" Chris said, smirking at me. "It's a shame to waste an ass like that on a woman!"

"Shut up, dickhead!" I replied, laughing at his attempt to torment me. "I'll report you for sexual harassment!"

Chris laughed, then turned serious. "You sure you want him to stop asking?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, black on white gay sex is often more than just about the sex," he said. "There is a power dynamic, and many times white guys are naturally submissive, even subconsciously submissive, toward black guys. Even more so, many straight guys secretly or subconsciously wonder what it would be like to have sex with another guy. Maybe one or both of those things are true for you, and subconsciously you want to find out what it would be like to give in to his seduction, to let him do what he's described."

I was silent as I considered his words. I had never imagined wanting gay sex, and had many friends who were black. There had never been a sexual tension in our relationships that I knew about. So I knew that I wasn't secretly hiding my desires, or pretending not to have them. But the subconscious thing made me wonder. Could I want this at a subconscious level? Is that why I've been so bothered by these interactions with Troy at the gym? Is it possible that somewhere in my psyche I feel subconsciously submissive toward him, and so naturally want to give him what he wants?

Chris interrupted my thoughts: "You could find out if there's anything to it. There's plenty of gay interracial porn that's available through a simple google search. Just go look it up and see if it turns you on in any way."

"Nah," I said. "I really just wanted to see if you had any suggestions to get him to stop." I wasn't sure if I was going to take his advice to search for gay porn, but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell my co-worker that I planned to watch it!

But leaving his office, I wondered if I should follow his advice and just see if it intrigued me at all. I debated what to do in my mind all morning. Finally, after lunch, I decided to look it up and see what I could find. I closed my office door, grabbed my cell phone and turned off the wifi (our internet use in the office was monitored), opened the browser and switched to private browsing. I didn't want my wife to find that search on my phone either! Then I typed in "interracial gay porn" in the search bar and pressed go.

The google search page was populated with links to porn sites. I clicked the "videos" tab at the top of the page, and then a list of videos appeared on my screen. With my heart beating wildly in nervousness, I pressed the first video in the list. I watched a minute, but nothing struck me as interesting or erotic. It was just two guys kissing and then sucking each other. I checked the next video, and it was the same thing. I began to feel relief that I wasn't turned on at all! Then I had the thought, I wonder what I would find if I search "black on white muscle gay porn?" I typed in the search and hit enter. Immediately I knew this was different from the first videos I'd found. For one thing, the men in these videos were more like Troy and I, with gym toned bodies. For another, it was clear there was a power dynamic, and the black men were dominating their white partners. I spent the next hour watching video after video, my cock hard and leaking the entire time. SHIT. This was turning me on.

A knock at my office door interrupted my perusal. "Come in!" I said loudly as I turned off my phone and laid it down in the keyboard drawer under my desk, hidden from view.

Chris opened the door and stuck his head in. "Did you look it up?" he asked conspiratorially. I wasn't about to admit to him that I had.

"No," I said nonchalantly, pretending to be engrossed in the work on my laptop.

"You're missing out on a lot of fun," he grinned. "In fact, I'd pay good money to watch that masterpiece of an ass get pounded!"

"Get the fuck out!" I said, pretending to be angry. Internally, after what I'd just seen in the videos, I could imagine that being really, really hot! Chris left, closing the door behind him. I picked up my phone and spent the rest of the afternoon watching more black on white porn.

On the drive home, a tremendous wave of guilt overtook me. Why in the hell would I even be pursuing this idea? I have a wonderful wife and family, the perfect house and job, and with one suggestion of gay sex, my subconscious seems to be ready to just throw it all away. I decided then and there to stop this investigation and return to life as normal.

My resolve lasted for two full days, until in a moment of weakness, alone at home, I searched for more interracial porn. My weakness had come as a result of seeing Troy once again at the gym. That day, he had been even more aggressive in his pursuit of me. I had finished my workout and was walking into the locker room to grab my bag and then head home. Troy was in the locker room as well, and he and I were the only two guys in there.

"Damn, dude, that ass gets better every day!" he said by way of greeting as I turned to grab my bag. "I can't wait to sink balls deep in those perfect melons!" His wording was slightly different from our previous encounters. Always before, he had mentioned how much he would like to take my ass, or how good it would feel to be in my ass. But today, with a slight variation of words, he insinuated that him fucking me was an inevitability, like it would happen and he knew that I would bend over for him at some point. I looked over at him like a deer in the headlights, seeing him smirk, knowing exactly what he had said. I quickly grabbed my gear and hurried out, hearing him let out a chuckle as I exited the locker room. Then I hurried home, and finding myself there alone, I searched for even more black on white gay porn. I suddenly realized that this was becoming an obsession in my brain, and I was distracted from everything else. What the hell was happening to me? I even had the thought at one point, maybe I should just give in and let him have me so I can get this over with and move on. Maybe I should satisfy this curiosity that was apparently in my subconscious and just let him take me. The sound of the garage door opening signal my wife's arrival at home, and I quickly exited the private browsing pages, determined to ignore the growing curiosity in my mind.

Over the next several weeks, the curiosity continued to grow, and I found myself not only hard from watching the videos, but jerking off to them when I could. I was being drawn further and further into the abyss, now admitting that what I was watching looked hot, the guys looked like they enjoyed it, even the bottoms, based on their moans and cries of ecstasy. Through all of this, Troy kept up his seductive comments and lewd invitations to give him my virgin ass. I even found myself looking forward to hearing him complement my ass, proud of the work I'd done to make it look so good. I wasn't even really offended the first time he referred to my ass as a pussy that he'd like to pound. Having watched as much porn as I had in recent weeks, I knew that this was often in the vocabulary of the top as he fucked his bottom.

The fateful day of my surrender came as a result of my wife taking the kids to visit my in-laws. I had to stay home because I had a project to finish for work. I probably could have just taken my laptop with me and gone with them, but I don't really enjoy visiting with them, and so I limit my trips to family holidays if I can. So she packed up the car and the kids, and they were off. Without even really knowing why, I had a growing sense of dread and excitement as I watched them pull out of the driveway. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I felt like I could have some extended time to explore my newfound desires. It was while slowly jacking to a video, sitting naked in my home office, that I saw an advertisement banner for a gay bar. Clicking the link, I was surprised to find that it was a gay bar in our town, only about 15 minutes away from my house. I wondered what it would be like to walk in there, and see what it was like. I wondered, if I even went, would anyone try to hit on me. What would I say if they did? Without even realizing what I was doing, I began to get dressed, a faint idea that I might drive by it and see what it looked like. Like I was in a trance, I walked to my car, backed out of the driveway, and drove in the direction of the bar.

I arrived at the section of downtown where it was located, and slowed down to drive past it. I had seen the building before, but had no idea it was a gay bar. It was actually only about a 5 minute walk from my office building. I kept going, nervous at the idea of walking in, or having someone see me who recognized me. I circled the block, and drove by slowly again. I saw two guys walking, holding hands, and then step into the bar. They didn't seem to care if someone saw them walking in. I kept driving, heading further away, but then finding myself making turns that I knew would eventually lead me back to the bar, which I drove past a third time.

"Fuck it!" I said out loud to no one but myself. A public parking lot was located just across the street from the bar. I circled around one more time, then pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot a few spaces back from the street so that no one would recognize my car there. I know I was being ridiculous, but I had never been so nervous in my life. Taking a deep breath, I opened my car door, stepped out and shut and locked it. Then I began walking toward the door to the bar, unsure of what I was even looking for or why I was here.

Far too quickly, I found myself standing before the door. I reached my hand out, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open, stepping inside. I don't know what I expected to find inside, but this looked just like any other bar I'd ever visited. The actual bar was set up in the middle, with the bar tender preparing drinks for the patrons sitting on stools around it. There were tables on one side of the place, and a dance floor on the opposite side. The only real difference between this place an other bars I'd visited was the lack of women. There were only men, including on the dance floor, where a few couples of men were dancing together. I made my way to an open stool on the side of the bar and sat down. The bartender saw me and made his way over.

"First time here?" he asked in a friendly way. I nodded. "I figured," he said. "You have the nervous look of a newbie in a gay bar." He smiled kindly, though, so I knew he wasn't making fun of me. "First drink's on the house." I ordered a beer and watched him as he poured it and brought it to me. I started drinking, and soon I found myself relaxing and beginning to look around. It seemed like  guys were coupling off. I watched a few guys leave together, clearly headed to have some private time. I watched another few couples walk back through a beaded curtain into a room in the back of the bar. I assumed they were headed to the bathroom, but they didn't return very quickly. All of this I took in as I nursed my beer, still unsure why I came here. Nothing here was interesting to me, I hadn't seen any guy or couple that got me aroused. Maybe this was just a stupid idea.

It was while I was making the decision to leave after I finished the beer that I felt a presence behind me, a hand coming to rest on my ass as it hung off the stool, and a body press up against me from behind. The man's head came beside mine, his lips kissing my neck as he moved his mouth up to my ear. "Fancy meeting you here." The blood drained from my face as I recognized the voice: Troy.

I was speechless. I had no idea what to say. I tried to think of a thousand excuses for why I would be in a gay bar. Maybe I came here on accident, didn't know it was a gay bar. But no words would come out. I knew he wouldn't believe my lies anyway.

Troy didn't have any trouble with his words. "If you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was ask!" He said, his mouth still right next to my ear. His arms had come around me on the stool, and he was pressing his crotch against my seated ass. "I've been telling you for weeks how good it's going to feel when I'm balls deep in you. I had no idea that it was going to be tonight, though." He chuckled softly as he kissed my ear, my neck. His hands were feeling me up, eventually groping my crotch, feeling my cock which had gone rock hard at the sound of his voice.

"You can try to deny it, but you want me," he said, feeling my arousal. "Baby, I'm going to give you the fucking of your life."

NO! I screamed in my head. This isn't right! Why am I hard? But none of those things would come out. Instead, I just sat there silently, letting him fondle me right there in the bar in front of everyone. His voice in my ear said, "Let's move to somewhere a little more private." Pulling my body back with him, he led me from the bar stool toward a booth over on the back side where the tables were located. The corner of the bar was dimly lit, and the booth where he led me was bathed in shadows. Troy led me to sit down first, then he sat down beside me, scooting me over against the wall as we shared the same side of the booth. His right arm came up and wrapped possessively around my shoulders as his left hand began roaming around my body, once again feeling me up.

Leaning his head over against mine, he whispered in my ear, "Why don't you get a feel of my big black cock. I know you want to." When I didn't move, he took his left hand, grabbed my wrist, and moved my hand, placing it directly on top of the shaft of his hardening dick, covered by his pants. I numbly wrapped my fingers around it, still not quite comprehending how this evening had turned so quickly into something I wasn't even really sure I wanted. Troy moaned in my ear as I felt his cock, noting that it was quite large as it lay down his right leg. My brain was waging a war, conflicting emotions throbbing through me. I didn't want this! But this felt so good! Troys moans of pleasure filled my ear, his kisses on my neck sending goosebumps and shivers all over my body. He was playing me, and even as I fought against it, I knew I was giving in. I had to stop this!

Finally finding my voice, I said, "I've got to go pee." I pushed him back, and he moved to stand up from the booth, letting me out. His cock made an obscene bulge that he didn't even attempt to hide. In fact, he was proudly displaying his massive cock, letting everyone know what I was doing to him. I hurried to get out of the booth and began walking away, hoping he would take the hint and leave me and my confused brain alone. He didn't get the message.

"I'll show you where it is," he said as he grabbed my hand and led me toward the back of the bar. We stepped through the curtain, and the bathroom was just off the hall to the left. I pushed open the door, and he followed me in. I stepped over to the urinal and pulled my still hard cock out. Troy stepped up to the urinal next to mine, looking unashamedly at my cock. Seeing movement, I glanced over at his crotch as he hauled his cock out. I could see he was hard as well, getting a first look at the monster I'd been stroking through his pants., He was thicker than me, and three or four inches longer! I tried to concentrate on peeing, and finally was able to go. Troy meantime finished his piss and stood there watching me. Once I was done, he grabbed my hand and pulled it over, wrapping it around his hardening cock. For the first time in my life, I was holding another man's penis in my hand, skin on skin contact.

"Yeah, baby," Troy said hypnotically. "That feels so good. You're making me feel so good." He began moving my hand back and forth on his cock, stroking himself with my hand. I couldn't believe how warm it felt, how hard and yet soft it was in my hand. I found myself stroking him without his hand as he pulled it away. Then I realized what I was doing, in a public restroom, and jerked my hand away, trying to hurry to get out of there. Troy grabbed my hand again, but this time, instead of putting it on his dick, he used his strength to pull me over against the wall of the bathroom, pressing my back tight against the wall. Then he stepped up to me, invading my personal space, took my face in his hands and proceeded plant his lips firmly on mine.

I had always thought that my wife was a good kisser, and had enjoyed our make out sessions that often acted as foreplay to sex. Being kissed by Troy was completely different. My wife always responded to my kisses. Without realizing it, I was always the more aggressive when we made out. But here, I was being kissed, and Troy was damn good at it! My lips were moving, opening, letting his tongue in. My arms were suddenly not trying to push him away, but instead gripping his muscular arms and shoulders, feeling his powerful body that was pressing me against the wall. I was surrendering, and I couldn't stop myself.

Finally breaking the kiss, Troy grabbed my hand once again and said, "Come on." He led me out of the bathroom and further down the hall, away from the front area of the bar. We came to a dimly lit room near the end of the hall. The unmistakable sights and sounds of gay sex filled the room. Troy pulled me in, then moved my body in front of him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. Troy gave me a moment to look around, letting me take in the sights of men making out, sucking each other, even fucking. I saw one guy rimming another guy, something I'd only ever seen in the gay porn I'd been watching of late.

Troy's voice in my ear cut through my surveillance of the room. "Do you want me to pop your cherry here, or you wanna come back to my place so we can do this right?" There was no asking if I wanted to get fucked. There was no wondering what might happen. He was merely asking about geography. Did I want my first time to be here, in front of these other men who were also having sex? Or did I want my first time to be special, alone with him? He was going to fuck me. He was just giving me the choice of location and audience.

"Your place," I said. Taking my hand, he led me back toward the front of the bar. As we walked through the bar, he wrapped his arm possessively around my waist, then slid his hand down onto my ass, grabbing it as we walked through the crowd in the bar. I got the distinct impression that guys were watching us, and Troy to was letting them know that I had surrendered and he was getting in my ass. Then we were out into the street, and moving toward my destiny. I was a white bottom, submitting for the first time to my black top.

"My car's this way," Troy said, pulling me in the opposite direction from where I parked. "I'll bring you back to your car tomorrow." Tomorrow? Did he expect me to spend the entire night with him? What was I getting myself into? He didn't give me time to protest, just walked with a purpose, taking me with him.

He opened the passenger door of his black BMW, helping me in and then shutting the door. He treated me like his date, as I had done for my wife countless times. I watched him walk around the car, still stunned that this was happening. He got in the driver's seat, started the car, then turned to look at me. "We've got a 10 minutes drive to my place," he said as he looked in my eyes. "I think we could use that time to get you more acquainted with the new center of your universe." As he said those words, I heard him unzip his pants, then haul out his cock that was still semi-hard. Then placing his hand behind my neck, he began pulling my head toward him, then pressing down. My face drew closer and closer to his cock.

"Open wide," he said as he pressed me down. I opened my lips as his cock head made contact with my mouth, and the head began sliding in and across my tongue. I had a man's cock in my mouth! Me, straight, married, father of three. I was sucking a black man in his car! Once he saw that I wasn't resisting, he put the car in drive and we were off. He drove with his left hand, while his right hand rested on my head, running his fingers through my hair, holding my face down on his cock as I gave him head. After a couple of minutes, he added some pressure, wanting me to take more of his cock. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. He chuckled as he let me up a little. "Don't worry, we'll give you plenty of practice. You'll be swallowing it whole in no time!"

A few minutes later, he let me sit up as we pulled into the parking garage of a high-rise condo building. "Home, sweet home," he smiled as he pressed a button. The gate opened and we drove in. Troy parked in his space, then turned to look at me. Grabbing my chin with his hand, he pulled my face over to him and kissed me passionately right there in the car. "Damn, I love tasting myself on a white boy's mouth," he smiled breaking the kiss. "But now it's time to go fuck that perfect ass." I took a deep breath as he opened his door, then opened mine and began exiting his car. He came around the car to me, grabbed my hand, and held it as we walked toward the building's lobby. His fingers were interlaced with mine, just like I'd held my wife's hand so many times. It was a signal of possession and intimacy. It was a public statement to anyone that saw us, that I belonged to him.

We passed two people in the lobby as we moved toward the elevator. I blushed red, embarrassed to be seen publicly led around by a black man. Troy just confidently led me to the elevator. We stepped in, he pressed the button for the 6th floor, and the doors slid closed. Troy pulled me back against him, his chest pressing against my back, my ass pressing against his hard cock. "Baby, I'm gone treat you so good," he said in my ear as he took my face and turned it back, capturing my lips with his own. Fuck this dude could kiss. I felt weak just from making out with him. His arm around my chest was holding me up as we kissed like that.

Arriving at his floor, the bell dinged and the doors opened as he broke the kiss. I turned to see two guys standing waiting on the elevator, both smirking. "Have fun, guys!" They said as we passed them exiting while they entered the elevator. I blushed again. Troy just laughed and slapped my ass, making a show of letting them know what was about to go down. They whooped and whistled as the doors closed, celebrating our upcoming sex. We walked to Troy's apartment, but before he opened the door, he pressed me against it, kissing me out in the hallway. It was almost like he wanted us to get caught by as many people as possible, to show off to as many of his neighbors as he could that he had gotten this white man to surrender to him. He'd complemented my ass, obsessed over my ass, chased me, seduced me, and now I was here to give him what he wanted. Finally he pulled back, used his phone to open the digital lock, and led me into his apartment.

I looked around at his very nice condo as we walked through the living area and straight into the bedroom. Troy wasn't wasting any time. Stopping in front of his bed, Troy spun me around, lifted my shirt up and over my head, so that now I was standing in only my shorts. He quickly removed his shirt as well, then pulled me into him as he kissed me again. Feeling his muscular chest pressed against my own heightened the arousal for me. Then he spun me back around, pressed on my back and slammed me face down on the bed. 

I felt Troy kneel behind me as he gripped the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down. "Damn!" he yelled as my ass came into view. I may have tried pretending that I didn't know what I was looking for when I went to the gay bar, but under my shorts I had been wearing the jock strap that had first caused Troy to notice my ass. "This is one fine white ass!" he exclaimed, slapping one of my ass cheeks. "Look at that thing wiggle," he continued. "I love seeing that red hand print on your lily white ass. It tells the world that I've been there!"

I know I must have looked like quite the gay slut. Shirtless, bent over a black man's bed, my shorts halfway down my legs, my ass exposed and framed by my jockstrap, and the black man kneeling behind me, ogling my white ass. I felt like I was in one of the porn videos I'd been watching. Troy broke through my assessment of the scene, however, as he grabbed a cheek in each hand, separated my ass, and dove face first into my hole!

HOLY SHIT! my brain was screaming. The only sound that came out was the horniest, sluttiest groan I've ever heard. I'd never had anyone touch my ass, at least not in a sexual way, much less have someone stick their tongue on my hole. But as Troy began rimming me, with passion no less, my cock stiffened, impossibly harder than I'd already been, and I began pushing my ass back against his face, wanting to feel that pleasure deeper and deeper. I had no idea that my ass could feel this good, or could make me feel so desperate to experience more! Troy worked me over with his mouth, adding one, then two fingers to loosen me up, until I was a moaning, slobbering mess, my legs naturally spreading out wider to give him better access. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me! Please!" I shouted, desperate to feel more, to feel it deeper.

Troy pulled back and stood up, pressing his hand on my back as he leaned over me, grabbing two bottles from a bedside table. He dropped one bottle, a small brown one, next to my head, then I heard him pop the top on the other bottle, then felt a cool liquid run down my crack into my hole. "Take the bottle, open it, and then put it under your nose and inhale. Close the other nostril," he commanded as he lubed up his cock behind me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You mean you've never used poppers before?" he asked.

"No," I said simply as I unscrewed the bottle cap. I'd seen bottoms using poppers in the videos I'd watched, so I matched what they did. I took a hit in each nostril. I began to feel a little lightheaded, and then a glorious warmth began growing in my abdomen, stretching down to my ass. 

"MMM," I groaned as the poppers began to take effect. I felt the head of Troy's dick, slick with lube, press against my hole, slightly separating the hole, beginning to open it up. He just held it there for a moment, letting me feel the exquisite pleasure of pressure against my hole. 

"Take another hit of the poppers," he commanded behind me. I unscrewed the cap again, and inhaled in both nostrils again, feeling it wash over me. As I relaxed into the glow of the poppers, Troy pressed forward and into my ass, sinking about 4 inches in on the first push. 

"FUCK!" I shouted, my ass clamping down on his cock as he held it still for a moment. My ass was burning, trying to expel the invader. 

"Just relax," he said soothingly.

"YOU FUCKING RELAX!" I shouted back angrily. "I feel like I've got a post stuck up my butt!"

"It will get better soon, just relax," he said again, chuckling at my anger. I guess I didn't have a right to be angry. I'd certainly allowed myself to be in this situation. Worse, I'd begged him just seconds ago to fuck me, and now here I was, getting what I'd asked for. 

But Troy was right. I was able to begin relaxing, and it did start to feel less painful, and more just like I was full. "Take another hit," he commanded again. I did, and the warmth and pleasure returned. He took that opportunity to press forward again, and miraculously, the rest of his cock just slid in, surprising the both of us! "Damn, baby," he said in my ear as he leaned over my back, holding his cock fully impaled in my hole, "This ass was made for black dick! You took me like a champ! Now it's time to make you feel good!"

Troy leaned up on his arms, planted on either side of my shoulders. He was basically in a modified push-up position over me, his hands on the bed, he feet on the floor, and his cock up my ass. He began moving with imperceptible thrusts, but quickly built up so that he was withdrawing his cock to the head and then slowly pressing all the way back in. The pain was diminishing quickly, and the fullness was intensifying, along with the pleasure, as my no longer virgin ass began to accommodate his fucking. After another minute he was pounding my hole, the sound of his hips slapping my ass cheeks echoing around the room. I remembered how he loved my ass, and I was glad I had worked it to keep it round so that it would make such a great slapping sound when he pounded my hole. I wondered if fucking my 'perfect ass' had been all that Troy hoped it would be. I hoped I was a good bottom for him. The other distinct memory I have of that first time was feeling the sweat drip off of his chest onto my back. It was such an intimate and personal thing, like he was marking me as his own, his body dripping sweat down onto me, covering me in his scent.

I began to hear cooing and moaning sounds in the room, like a woman makes when she's getting fucked. I realized with fascination that the sounds were coming from me! I sounded more and more like a bitch as Troy pounded me, bouncing off of my ass. Apart from an occasional, "Yeah!" or "Take it, baby," Troy was a pretty quiet lover. He was concentrating on thrusting in me, and it was paying off. He kept hitting my prostate over and over, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm without even touching myself, just the combination of the pounding of my prostate and the friction of my cock against the bed. Soon, I couldn't stop myself, and I coasted over the edge of my climax, dumping my load on the bed below me and shaking and quivering all over as Troy fucked me through it. He never let up, and it was the single most intense orgasm of my life.

After I came, he fucked me for another minute, then said, "I'm getting close, baby." Hearing this, I was surprised that he pulled out, his dick exiting my ass with a plop. Troy then grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my back. "Scoot up the bed," he commanded. I did, and he followed me, climbing up and over me. Taking my legs, he put them on his shoulders and pressed his cock back against my hole, pressing forward, pushing balls deep again. Then bending me in half, his face just above mine, he said, "I want to see your face when I breed you. I want you to know that a part of me will always be in you. I own this ass." With those words, he resumed fucking. This new position felt strange, as my sore ass reminded me that this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to it. More importantly, the intensity of getting fucked was exponentially amplified by looking into the eyes of the man fucking me. In this position, I couldn't close my eyes and pretend anything. I was looking into the face of the one who'd taken my cherry and was about to breed me. He was marking me as his own, and I couldn't do anything but watch, and feel, it happen.

Troy sped up his thrusts, grunting as his fuck intensified, until with a roar he thrust fully in my ass and held still. I could feel his cock throb as his cum shot up the tube and blasted into my ass. I felt a wet warmth fill my hole as he creamed my ass. I had been fucked, and now I had taken his seed. I really was his bitch. 

The gravity of this change in my life was not lost on me. Just few months ago, I was a proudly straight man. Then, because a black man lusted after my ass in the locker room, a series of moments of curiousity had led me to this, giving up my ass in his bed. Of all the thoughts running through my mind, including guilt at cheating on my wife, the foremost thought was that I wanted this again, and I knew I couldn't live my life without getting fucked. We coasted down from our pairing, Troy letting my legs slide down his arms, his dick softening and then slipping from my hole. I could feel his load leaking from my abused hole. Somehow, it eased the tenderness I was beginning to feel down there. Troy could see that I was contemplating this experience, and he leaned down, resting his weight more on me, as he kiss me again, this time softly, with tenderness. I appreciated his care.

He finally rolled off, and we lay side-by-side. I turned my head to look over at him, and he met my gaze. "So did my ass live up to your expectations?" I asked. I really wanted to know.

"Baby, that was better than I could have imagined!" he responded, smiling. I didn't get the sense that he was buttering me up. I felt good because he wanted me, and I had made him happy. I felt like that made me a good bottom for him.

It only took Troy about 20 minutes recharge. We were still laying there, and I saw his cock begin to get hard again. "Baby, climb up here and ride me." I moved to straddle him, facing him, but he turned me around. "I want to see that ass bounce while you ride me," he said. I smiled as I spun around. Placing the head of his cock against my hole, I slid down, wincing because I was sore from the first time, but also glad to once again feel the fullness that his cock brought to my hole. 

All told, he fucked me four times that night. Finally exhausted, we both fell asleep in his bed. True to his word, he took me back to my car the next morning, after fucking me in the shower while I bent over, my hands pressed against the tile. I headed home, wondering what I would do now. Could I go back to my straight life, to my wife and kids? Could I be just a family man, make everything be the way it was before? Or could I have a wife and family with Troy being my black top on the side? I didn't know what the future held, but I know my ass was sore, and I'd never experienced pleasure like a black dick balls deep in my white hole. 

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