The Jamaican was smiling at him. Craig had never noticed how attractive the man’s face was. All the other times they had interacted, Craig had been far too focused on his fit, muscular, exotic body.
He had a chiselled jawbone and full lips. His eyes were full of lust and experience. Craig had the feeling that this man could take him to heights of pleasure he’d never experienced before. The beer was beginning to go to his head. His unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt.
The Jamaican smiled and took a long, slow sip on his beer. He licked his lips.
“Now you’re starting to relax, redhead. What do you say I put on some music and we smoke a little?”
“Smoke? Roger how many times do I have to tell you that there’s no smoking in the building? If the tenants know that you smoke, then why would they bother to follow the rules?"
Craig sighed with frustration.
The handyman grinned and shook his head. “You think the people in this building give a goddamn about whether or not I smoke weed? Man, people smoke ‘cause they stressed. They smoke ‘cause they happy. They smoke ‘cause they sad. There are about a million different reasons people choose to light up.”
“Okay, fine,” Craig said resigned to the fact that he would never be able to convince the handyman to stop smoking weed. “At least you can smoke outside the building. Can you do that?”
“And what do I get in return?”
“What do you mean in return? You get a pay check and an apartment to live in free of charge. This city is full of people who would kill for that sort of opportunity.”
The handyman smiled and stood up. He leaned his head back and killed off the last of the beer.
“The city’s also full of people who would kill for this…”
He began slowly undoing his belt.
Craig stared at him transfixed, trying out figure out what the hell he was doing.
“Don’t get all shy now,” the handyman said. “I saw how you were staring at me before. Couldn’t take your eyes off this dick in my pants. Isn’t right?”
Craig lowered his eyes and blushed. Had he really been that obvious?
He heard the sound of the zipper lowering. His cock grew stiff in his pants. This would be his opportunity. He could hardly contain himself.
The handyman reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t hard yet. He held it proudly in his hands. What a huge piece of meat.
Craig licked his lips. His whole body was on fire with lust. He’d never seen a black cock up close. He did all he could to resist grabbing and jamming it in and out of his mouth.
“You like that black cock, white boy don’t you? You probably have dreams about dicks like this. Isn’t that right?”
Craig shook his head up and down. He would have agreed with anything the man said. The only thing he could think about was that cock. The handyman stepped out of his pants and moved right in front of Craig’s face.
His hand stroked up and down his large black shaft. It wasn’t only long. It was always thick with numerous little veins running through it. Craig had never seen such a powerful looking cock. With each hand stroke that the black man applied to his cock, it gradually became harder and harder.
Craig could no longer contain himself. He got down on his knees and opened his mouth. Seconds later he felt the head of the large dick resting on his lips. He opened his eyes and stared at it. It looked fucking delicious. The brown skin. A bit darker than the rest of the handyman’s body.
He opened his mouth as wide as possible and in no time that long, thick cock snake was hitting the back of the throat. He tried his best not to gag. But it was no use. He coughed a few times and struggled to catch his breath.
“Yeah, that’s right you little slut, the hand many, you like sucking on long Jamaican garden snake. Ain’t that, right?”
“Yes, yes I love please give me more. Fuck my mouth. Fuck me. Do whatever you want.”
“That’s what I like to hear. I love a white boy who knows his place. For today I just want you to focus on giving me the best had I’ve ever had in my life.”
And that’s Craig need to hear. He wrapped both his hand around the long cock and began tugging on it. The texture was smoother and softer than any he’d ever felt. He swirled his tongue around the huge cock head. He licked up and down the long shaft keeping his eyes locked on the handyman’s. He wanted to make sure that he was giving his maximum pleasure. He wanted to let him know that he could handle a big black cock. That the dimensions of this impressive member weren’t much for him.
The thought of taking this cock in his ass made him shiver. It also greatly excited him.
“Ooohh, I love the way you suck on the cock white boy. Those pretty pink lips were sure made for sucking.
Craig slurped away, popping the large cock in and out of his mouth.
“I knew the first time I saw your red head and freckles that you’d make a good sucker. Been meaning to get my hands on guy like you for a while. You’re my first piece of white ass.”
--THE END--
Gym Guys
Keith Bogans sauntered into the gym locker room. Sweat covered every inch of his muscular brown body. His skin was the color of caramel. He was one of the few African American men who worked out at Equinox—one of West Hollywood’s most popular gyms. That just made him stand out even more. But wherever you put a stud like Keith he was sure to stand out.
Every time he walked into the locker room or anywhere else in the gym all eyes followed him. And he certainly wasn’t the only hot guy in the gym. Not by a long shot. But that was standard for West Hollywood. Guys with ripped chests, six pack abs, and smooth pretty faces seemed to fall from the palm trees or sprout from the concrete.
Keith knew that all eyes were on his wherever he went. Other people might have gotten offended. Might have thought that they were being objectified. Turned into a piece of meat. But all the attention just made Keith smile. Why else would guys come to gyms like this if they didn’t want to be objectified and looked at as a piece of meat?
He was very proud of his body. But there was one part that he wasn’t all that proud of and for a six foot three, ripped, masculine black man, it wasn’t the part that you would have expected. Yes, you guessed it. This stud had a big hang up about how well he was hung.
Most guys, except for those in the porn industry, would have been more than happy to be as well hung as he was. But Keith always felt like he was letting his partners down when he pulled out his penis. Like the illusion and the fantasy had been ruined because he didn’t have the big black cock that certain guys lusted after.
That’s why he stayed away from hook ups. No parking lots, public bathrooms, or even gay bars. He didn’t want to be part of a promiscuous lifestyle. Sure, he had friends who lived like that and he would try his hardest not to judge them. But he was much more conservative in his intimate relationships. He needed to feel like he could really trust someone before things got physical.
Because of his reluctance to allow things to get hot and heavy, he had trouble sustaining relationships for very long. Instead he kept to himself. Masturbation, working out, and playing basketball in the gym were the ways he dealt with the stress and emptiness of being alone.
“Good game out there,” someone said to Keith. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
When he turned around a guy with dirty blond hair and a chiselled jaw was smiling at him.
“Thanks, man,” Keith said, “but I wish I had seen you on that last play. You were probably wide open.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the blond man said. “I’m happy you hit the shot.”
They smiled and slapped hands. The blond guy walked to a locker a few feet away from Keith and began stripping off his shorts.
Keith kept his eyes locked on the man’s muscular v-shaped back. It was covered in sweat. Then the blue-eyed hunk slipped out of his basketball shorts. It wasn’t easy because of how sweat they were.
Must be sticki
ng to his ass and balls, Keith thought, smiling to himself. He felt his cock getting hard and tingling in his pants. He enjoyed the feeling for a few moments then he remembered that he would have to get in the shower with a hard on. Suddenly he was embarrassed.
The last thing he wanted was people around the gym talking about him, the big black guy with the big black cock. He did not want to be a walking fucking cliché.
“Hey, I’ll see you in there,” blondie said. Then he proceeded to walk past Keith and towards the shower, completely naked.
Keith’s eyes were glued to movements of his muscular ass and thighs. He had barely gotten a glimpse at the guy’s cock. But he knew from the way he smiled and carried himself that it was probably big. Really big.
Keith took off his shirt and slowly slipped out of his shorts. His cock was still hard. Thick, long, and muscular looking. It had several veins running through it. It was the kind of cock that would have sent men in the gym screaming, hollering, and lusting after him.
The big stud swallowed hard as he made his way towards the showers. He could hear loud, boisterous, friendly voices. Damn, I should have got my workout done earlier, he said to himself. Before all the crowds got here.
He considered turning around. What did he have to prove anyway? Nothing. This was ridiculous. Why spend so much time worrying about what others thought of his dick?
As he was about to head back to his locker, he heard a voice over his shoulder, “Hey, where you going hot stuff?” There was a burst of laughter in the showers.
Keith turned around. Five guys were staring right at him. He couldn’t tell whether they were challenging him or welcoming him. Or maybe even both.
Whatever the case. He knew that now he couldn’t run. He would have to stick it out. He took a deep and walked into the showers. He casually removed his towel and tried not to make eye contact with any of the guys.
It wasn’t long before the ohhs and ah’s started. Eyes followed him as he walked to the shower right next to blond guy. Blondie gave him a big smile and stared at his cock. He licked his lips.
“It’s nice to finally see you in here,” the blondie man said.
Keith looked up and smiled shyly. His cock felt like it was about to explode. But he had to control himself. He didn’t want to be the kind of guy who hooked up in the showers. It was bad enough that rumors would spread quickly about how well endowed he was. The last thing he wanted was to get a reputation as a slut.
But his cock was telling him something very different. It was practically twitching, begging to stroked and sucked.
Keith tried to take his mind off of his erection.
He reached for the bar of soap but nearly slipped and fell and on the shower floor. Thankfully, blondie had been playing close attention to him. He managed to catch him before he fell and crashed the back of his head into the floor.
Blondie held him from the back a bit longer than he had to. Keith felt the man’s strong cock pressing into his butt cheeks. Then he felt a tongue darting in and out of his ear. The wet, sticky sensation made him giggle. He loved when men gave him those little sloppy kisses.
Blondie reached around and grabbed Keith’s dick, then whispered into his ear, “I’ve always wanted you.”
Keith couldn’t believe what the blond hunk had just said to him. He closed his eyes and let the back of his head fall onto the man’s chest. They remained in the tight embrace for a few moments. But to Keith it felt like forever. It was rare that he met a man who was willing to wrap his arms around him, a man who was willing to be tender and loving. This is what he had waited for so long.
He was sick of being the dominant black bull. He was sick of having to take charge, lead, and direct. He wanted to be able to relax. To let himself be free and trusting with another powerful man. Of course, his ideal man had to be well built, extremely masculine, and straight acting.
“Hey, you guys going to fuck or just hug?” Someone yelled from the other end of the shower. That set of a volley of loud, raunchy commentary. Keith felt himself starting to blush and become embarrassed. Blondie cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.
“You doing anything later?” He asked Keith.
Keith stared into his eyes searchingly. What does he really want from me, he wondered. Does he expect me to be his sex slave? To fulfil his sexually fantasies?
Everyone in the shower turned to look at the two muscular men holding each other lovingly while shower water cascaded down on their bodies. It was quite a sight to behold. The contrast of their skin tone. One light brown, the other pale with a slight tan. They would make a hot couple to watch in bed.
Guys around here were used to seeing rough, lusty sex. But the tenderness displayed by Keith and his blond admirer was something that caught the other men off guard. That’s just not something you expected to see around there.
The two men got out of the shower and walked to their adjacent lockers. They got dressed in silence. Blondie never stopped smiling.
I wonder what he’s got planned for me, Keith thought.
While he was getting dressed, he looked down at his cock. It was still rock hard. Blondie noticed. He licked his lips and came towards Keith. He reached out and grabbed the hard black rod. He had a wild and lusty look in his eyes. Maybe this was his fetish. Getting his hands on the big black cock.
Keith was afraid that someone would see them. But the hand felt so damn good on his cock. He didn’t dare tell him to stop. Within moments he felt the cum rising in his dick. Blondie took hold of his face and the kissed him hungrily, desperately, like two most souls who had finally found each other.
“AHHHHHH”, Keith closed his eyes and threw his head back as huge wads of cum spurted from his dick. The blond stud, who looked like he could shoot very impressive loads, had an admiring look on his face.
The last few jets of cum spurted from the black hunk’s cock.
“That’s a really nice cock,” blondie said.
Keith was still panting and trying to catch his breath. He had never experienced something so exhilarating. He had always had a thing for blond guys. But he’d also always been worried that they wouldn’t be into him. And here he was hooking up with one of the hottest blue-eyed, blondies in the whole gym. Waves of satisfaction passed over him. It had been a long time since he’d felt so good.
“What time should we meet,” the blond man asked, the once again he dipped his tongue into Keith’s ear. Keith smiled.
“Eight,” he said.
When Keith got home from the gym an hour later, he could feel the excitement coursing through his body. He could smell the other man’s sweat on him. Could feel his hand stroking his cock, tongue digging into his ear, his strong arms wrapped around his body.
He took another shower and slipped into some casual clothes. Hook up clothes. Jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular physique. There’s no way he’ll be able to resist me now, Keith thought.
He took a deep breath and paced around the apartment. He wasn’t much of a drinker but he knew in that moment he needed a drink to calm his nerves.
No problem. He lived in the downtown section of West Hollywood. A block away from Sunset and a wide array of gay bars. He wouldn’t be going in to meet anyone. All he wanted was a drink. But before he went out the front door, his phone beeped.
He checked it. It was a text from blondie. “You were so hot today!!! Can’t wait to see you. Be there in five minutes.”
Keith stared at the screen for a few moments. He felt his cock growing hard in his pants. He wanted to jerk off, just to calm his nerves. To keep him from jumping the blond hunk’s bones. He paced around the apartment for a few minutes longer.
Then the doorbell rang.
His mouth had gone dry. Bone dry. Nervousness. He rushed to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. There were more rings at the door.
He yelled out that he would be right there.
He took a deep breath and slowly walked to the door. He peered through the
eyehole and smiled.
Blondie walked into the apartment carrying a bottle of wine. Keith was disappointed when the man didn’t try to hug or kiss him.
“This is a nice place,” blondie said. “It must you a fortune to live downtown in this sort of style.”
Keith smiled with satisfaction. Things were off to a good start. He hoped that it was just the beginning of a long, wonderful night.
Keith opened the bottle of wine, poured them both a glass, and sat down on the couch. There was a moment of silence and sipping before Keith overcame his shyness and started the conversation.
“How long have you been in LA?”
“I moved here from New York five years ago. Thought I would make it in the movie business. That didn’t quite work out.”
“New York? What part?”
“The East Village. Why?”
Keith smiled. He was a transplanted New Yorker as well. He was happy that they had quickly found something they had in common.
“I grew up in the Westchester suburbs just north of the city,” Keith said. “I worked on Wall Street for ten years and I lived in Greenwich Village for most of that time.”
“The gay Mecca,” blondie said.
They both chuckled.
“I thought that now it was West Hollywood,” Keith said. “Are you telling me that I’m not living in the holy land?”
They laughed again.
“This might not be Mecca,” blondie said. “But it’s still a damn nice place. I know people who would kill to live a posh downtown apartment.”
“Well, I know you have good taste yourself,” Keith said.
“How do you know that?”
“Because you workout at one of the top gyms in the city.”
Blondie smiled and scooted a bit closer on the couch. He put his hand on Keith’s thigh. “I thought you were going to say something else, he said.”
Keith was trembling with pleasure. The large muscular hand had made its way into his crotch. He got hard very quickly. He took a long sip from his wine before responding.
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