First Black Gay Sexual Partner
After I turned 29 years of age I decided to try going to a gay bar that was on the edge of town for the first time. The gay bar turned out to be a pleasant atmosphere with gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transexual men and women or all races and ethnicities. All the people I met that night were friendly. I found myself at a bar table that was close to the dance floor so I could enjoy my drinks along with the music and watch the people on the dance floor to enjoy myself.
After I was at the table for about a half an hour a very attractive black male, named Adrian, came to my table to introduce himself and asked if he could join me at my table since there was not any place else for him to sit.
I thought Adrian was a very sexy black man at 5 foot 8 inches tall and 160 pounds with an excellent build, an adorable ass, and a thick and cut 8-inch cock that I would come to discover later. I welcomed Adrian to join me at my table, and he sat his chair close to me to where we sat directly next to each other facing the dance floor.
Adrian and I sat together at the bar table, relaxing and letting the music set the mood while we enjoyed our drinks for nearly half an hour. The lively energy of the place felt comforting, and we both seemed content just soaking it all in. Then, as the evening progressed, a slow song began to play—“I Can't Stop Loving You”—and its soulful melody shifted the atmosphere around us.
As the song began to play, Adrian gently placed his hand on my knee and leaned in closer. With a warm smile, he asked if I would like to join him for a dance. The invitation felt both thrilling and tender, and I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation as we stood up together and made our way to the dance floor.
Adrian and I held each other close, our bodies swaying gently in time with the music. As we looked into each other's eyes, a spark of sexual passion began to build between us, the world around us fading into the background. Adrian leaned in, his lips brushing softly against mine in a tender, lingering kiss, while his hand rested reassuringly on my waist. Pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, he whispered that he found me very attractive, complimenting my body and expressing how much he was looking forward to getting to know me better—and seeing where our connection might lead, both emotionally and sexually.
When the song ended, Adrian and I walked back to the table, his hand gently holding mine. We settled back into our seats, resuming our drinks and letting the music wash over us while he rested his hand on my leg, right between my knee and hip. Slowly, his touch grew more intimate, inching closer until he was nearly brushing against me. At that moment, Adrian leaned in, offering me a soft, tender kiss on the lips and quietly told me that he thought I was the sexiest man in the bar—aside from himself, of course.
After we sat there talking for close to half an hour, Adrian held my hand, his gaze locked with mine as he spoke softly and intimately. Suddenly, the opening chords of “Let’s Get It On” filled the room, the slow, sultry rhythm casting a sensual mood over the bar. Without even asking, Adrian stood up and gently tugged my hand, leading me onto the dance floor.
While we moved together on the dance floor, Adrian pulled me in even closer, his arms wrapped securely around me. He whispered in my ear that he felt as though he could truly fall in love with me, calling me the sexiest man he'd ever met. Adrian admitted that even though we were of different races—him being Black and me being White—it made no difference to him; he was drawn to me in a way he had never felt before, captivated by both my appearance and my spirit. He confessed that he wanted to know me deeply, both inside and out, and his words sent a flutter of excitement through me.
Adrian continued to hold me close as the song played out, keeping our bodies pressed together until the final note faded into the background. As the music ended, he leaned in and gave me a gentle, meaningful kiss, then intertwined his fingers with mine. Together, we walked back to our table, settling in so close to each other that it felt as though we were sharing the same seat, barely any space between us as we basked in the warmth of the moment.
As the evening wore on, I started feeling the need to step away for a moment, so I leaned over and asked Adrian if he could stay and watch our table while I went to the restroom. He nodded with a reassuring smile, promising to keep our spot safe. I made my way into the men's bathroom, grateful for the brief respite and the chance to freshen up.
To my surprise, Adrian soon followed me inside, closing the door behind us. We found ourselves alone together, the quiet of the restroom contrasting with the lively music outside. Adrian approached me gently, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close, deepening the intimacy between us. His warm presence was comforting as we shared a private, tender moment away from the crowd.
Adrian held my cock in his hand as I was peeing, and he shook the pee from my cock as I finished peeing until it was fully dry as he kissed and tongued my right ear.
As Adrian held me close in the quiet of the restroom, I could feel the intimacy and desire between us. He looked deep into my eyes and, with a gentle touch, asked if I felt as connected to him as he did to me. I responded with a tender kiss, letting him know that at that moment, every part of me belonged to him, and I hoped he felt the same way. Adrian smiled warmly and assured me that we both belonged to each other that night.
I could feel my dick getting hard within his hand and Adrian asked me if my dick belonged to him.
I turned around and gave him a sweet kiss and told Adrian, “Absolutely yes honey we both belong to each other tonight.”
Adrian then got down on his knees and began sucking on my cock slow and deep into his mouth and throat until I had an orgasm that topped any orgasm that I ever had as I came deeply in his mouth and throat. After I was done coming Adrian got up held me close and said he was falling in love with me and asked how I would feel about joining him to “Make Love” at his house.
I gave Adrian a kiss and told him I would enjoy us making love with each other and being fully naked, skin on skin through all of it.
After I zipped and buttoned my pants and turned around, Adrian gave me a subtle kiss as he held my hand and softly said, “Well honey, let's go to your car, since I don't have a ride. I'll give you directions and we'll head to my farmhouse or out to the farm to make love to each other.” Adrian looked into my eyes and asked, “Are you sure you're OK with this?” I squeezed his hand and assured him, “Absolutely, honey. I can hardly wait for us to take this further—I’m incredibly attracted to you.”
Adrian pressed close against me, his warmth radiating as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders while I navigated the winding country roads. The quiet outside the car was a stark contrast to the anticipation building between us. When we finally arrived at his farmhouse, Adrian got out, walked around to my side, and opened the door for me with a loving smile. He kissed me gently before taking my hand and guiding me into his cozy home.
The farmhouse was charming and inviting, filled with the comforting scent of fresh wood and the subtle warmth of old memories. Adrian moved to the fireplace, stacking logs and lighting a fire that soon crackled and filled the room with a soft, golden glow. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace, holding each other close, exchanging slow kisses as the flames danced and painted flickering shadows on the walls.
Adrian smiled deeply, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire and the sincerity in his heart. He softly brushed his fingers along my cheek and whispered, “It’s more than OK, honey. I want to share everything with you—my body, my heart, and my soul. Tonight is ours.” As we melted into each other’s arms, the closeness between us grew stronger, wrapping us in a sense of comfort, excitement, and belonging. The gentle crackle of the fireplace set the rhythm for our slow, passionate exploration, each touch and embrace affirming the love blossoming between us.
We took each other's clothes off and enjoyed the passion of holding each other while fully naked skin on skin as we continued to passionately caress each other as Adrian rubbed his KY Jelly on his ass and my cock for lubrication before sitting on my hardened cock to take it all in slowly and moaning as he took it all in and began to ride me while looking into my eyes until I felt my cock ready to explode and told him I was ready to cum when Adrian pressed his ass deep onto my cock as I could feel the explosive orgasm of my semen flowing deep inside of him.
When I finished coming inside of him Adrian laid on my chest.
Adrian smiled, his affection unmistakable, and shifted his position so that our bodies were aligned perfectly. With gentle confidence, he began to explore me, cherishing every touch and sensation as he made love to me. The warmth and closeness between us deepened, and I felt completely open and cherished in his arms, grateful for our shared intimacy and connection.
Adrian slowly turned me over onto my stomach and put lubrication on my ass and kiss cock and began to finger my ass with 2 fingers to loosen my ass before he worked his 8-inch cock deep inside of me to fuck me slow and passionately as he held my body close to tongue and kiss my ears as he continued to work through the motions until I could feel his dick preparing to explode inside of me when I told Adrian to cum deep inside of me and keep his cock inside of me after he comes.
Adrian screamed yes, baby yes, I’m Cuming, as I could feel as I could feel his dick exploding inside me and pulsating as he released more of his semen deep inside my gut as I used my ass muscle to milk every drop of cum out of his cock.
As Adrian came, I kept saying, “fuck me honey, fuck me harder and deeper, fuck my ass until you can’t fuck anymore and have no more cum to leave in me. It encouraged Adrian to keep going until he finished Cuming.
After Adrian and I had shared our intimate experience, he quietly confided in me that I was the first man he had ever been with sexually, and that what we shared was more fulfilling than anything he had previously experienced with a woman sexually. I gently reassured him, letting him know there was no reason to feel uneasy, as our connection was deeply meaningful for both of us. In that moment, I also told Adrian that he was the first Black man I had ever made love to, and I truly treasured every second of our time together. Afterwards, we found ourselves drawn together intimately just once more in a brief encounter, and after that, we never shared that kind of closeness again. The memories of those moments, though, remained special.
