As usual, I was horny as all hell after my afternoon workout. Looking at all the hot, sweaty, beefy bodies of the toned and tan women and men at the gym never fails to raise a tent in my shorts. I used to wear loose trunks to the gym, but soon learned that the nylon biking shorts are much better at keeping my enormous erection from being displayed too lewdly. I got looks all the time, but I really got looks before. I prefer to keep people guessing at some things, at least until I'm ready to reveal myself to them.
Back to the story, though. This particular afternoon, I was much more horny than usual because it happened to be Friday. I hadn't had any action all week, and the stress of my job and all the other crap that makes up the life of a single 26 year old male had me really in need of some r & r. I really wasn't in the mood to go to a bar and deal with all the hassle of picking up someone. Besides, there wouldn't be any good action until later that night. So here is was, 2:00 on a Friday afternoon, and I was just about ready to burst out of my shorts after I got done with my grueling workout. As I headed down to the locker room to shower, I checked out my arms to see how ripped they were. "Not bad", I heard from behind me. I turned to see who had addressed me and was greeted by the whitest smile, brownest eyes, and most perfect masculine form I'd ever been privileged to lay eyes on. Here was this black, sexy, perfect African warrior telling me that I had a nice body!
"Well, thanks..." I managed to stutter, "You look like you've been at this for a while now, too". He gave me a warm smile in response, then told me that he used to be a pro weightlifter, but had quit for personal reasons. I judged him to be about 30, maybe 6'2", 250 lbs of solidly packed muscle. He was one of those men who worked more on the definition and tone of his muscle than sheer bulk. I could see how he could have gone far in the sport if he'd wanted to. I also thought to myself that he could go far with me if he wanted to. I paled in comparison to his incredible form. I'm not bad for a guy who only works out 3 or 4 times a week, but I'm no Charles Atlas. I stand 5'10", 188 lbs, toned and firm, but not very bulky. What you might call a quarterback build, if you had to call it something, whereas this guy was more of a linebacker. And from the glimpse I dared to catch of his basket, he had the equipment to match the rest of his massive frame.
We continued to walk to the locker room, speaking to eachother in a casual manner about things like the gym, weightlifting, sports, etc. I don't know if he was having the same thoughts as I was, but he didn't seem to be at all uncomfortable looking me over and praising my body. But that's not all that uncommon among men that work out, I guess. A lot of the guys I'd met at the gym look at the body more as a machine, anyway. So when they tell me I've got "great pecs", they may as well have said "great paint job". Somehow, I didn't get the feeling that this ebony god was looking at me that way, though.
After we had both introduced ourselves, he as Mike and me as Ian, we both went to our lockers and began to get undressed for the showers. I could just see him from where my locker was, and I had already been impressed by his body, but when he pulled his shorts down, I almost gasped out loud. There was the longest, most perfect black snake I'd ever seen. It was easily 7 inches soft, and I imagined probably 10" hard, maybe more. I managed to get undressed and to the showers before him, so he didn't catch sight of my quickly hardening cock. The hot water felt good, and it made me forget about Mike temporarily. I did catch his eye once or twice in the showers, but they're set up with partitions, so you can't see below the waist unless you make it obvious that you're looking. So I thought I'd gotten my only look at his massive tool, but I secretly hoped that I would see much more of it.
We exchanged casual greetings as we both finished drying off, and he told me he'd see me around if I came here again. I wasn't satisfied with that, but I didn't really know how to judge him, yet, so I let it go at that and told him goodbye and it was nice meeting him. Understatement of the year! If he only knew what fantasies I planned on jerking my cock to later... But that could wait. I still had to get dressed and drive home, and I was even hornier now than I had been before. I got out to the parking lot and threw my gym bag in the trunk before speeding out towards home, but I did catch a glimpse of Mike before I got on the road. He was getting into a big black 4-Runner, as big and black and powerful as him. Again, I felt somewhat inferior in my small red VW bug, even though it was a new one and completely tweaked out with all the amenities. Still, I headed home with that image of him and reminded myself to look out for that truck.
Halfway home, I felt my cock growing again thinking about Mike. I just couldn't get him off my mind! I've been with a few black men, and it was nice, but I wouldn't say I had an obsession with blacks. I like white men just as well, and I'd had more experience with them. Still, there was something about Mike that just would not let me go. Maybe it was his big white-toothed smile that just made me feel totally at ease when talking to him. More realistically, it was probably his massive, shiny, black body and the giant tool swinging between his huge thighs that had me ready to whip my dick out and start jerking it off. Just as I was considering this possibility, I caught sight of an adult cinema and bookstore. I didn't think, I just turned in and headed into the building. These places aren't my favorite; they're stinky, dark, and the movies aren't usually very good. This particular place had video booths with more selection that the feature shows going on, so I decided to try those out. I got some tokens and went back to find an empty booth.
When I got in, I had to let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting first. The first thing I noticed was that there was a big hole cut in the wall, right about waist height. Obviously this was a glory hole, and I counted myself lucky to have found it. I was ready to stick my dick in anything that moved right about now, so I pulled it out and began to stroke on it lightly. It didn't take long to get to its full 8 inches. It was uncut, perfectly formed, and nicely veined. I'm pretty proud of my dick, as it's the only part of my body I didn't have to work to improve somehow. Obviously, someone else appreciated my hard dick, because I noticed a pair of hungry looking lips waiting at the hole for my cock. It was too dark to make out any details, but whoever it was had a good sized mouth and looked like he might be able to swallow all of me.I gladly offered him my tasty slab of meat, and he swallowed it up like he hadn't eaten in weeks! He began to lick all over the shaft, then took the big head in his lips and began to piston up and down with rapid strokes. This guy was an expert, and I knew if he kept this up it wouldn't take me long to blow my wad. I really wanted that, since I couldn't have my black stud. I thought I'd just shoot my load and then go home to lament over the lost opportunity to get it on with him. However, I really was enjoying this oral stimulation, so I let my willing cocksucker know it with loud moans and sharp breaths. "Suck that big cock, man. Yeah, that's good, take it all in. Make me shoot my hot load of jizz down your sweet mouth" I cried. To my amazement, he pulled off me and pushed through a finger, motioning for me to bring me ear to his mouth. I did, and he said to me softly that I should come over to him so he could do a better job of it. Well, I'm not one for playing coy, so I agreed and pulled up my pants for the walk over to his booth. I again had to adjust to the dim lights in the booths after viewing the harsh lights of the main hallway, and as soon as I did I was amazed to see standing in front of me, totally nude in all his glory, my dark angel, Mike! I think my jaw actually dropped from my face and I was speechless! He saw me gaping mouth and told me "You look like you need something to fill up that hot mouth of yours". Then he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down to my knees, and immediately forced the head of his soft cock into my mouth. It was too good to be true! I was still in shock, but it didn't last long. He initiated the action by pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth, and it didn't take long for me to get with the rhythm. Pretty quickly, he started to harden in my mouth. His heavy circumsized cock felt so good on my tongue, and he still had a salty taste of sweat to him that turned me on even more. "Yeah baby", he moaned, "take that big African spear down your tight throat. Open up to me now, baby. Let me give you what you've been dreaming about all afternoon". He knew! He had guessed that I had been interested, and I was glad to find out that he was interested in me, too!
I sucked back down on his long pole, then let off it to get a good look. It was about as big as I'd imagined. At least 10", probably closer to 11". It was nice and thick, too. And the flavor was indescribable! Musky and salty, but sort of sweet, too. A little bit of precum leaked out of the piss-slit and I immediately moved to lick it off. It too tasted salty and sweet at the same time. I could tell I was going to enjoy this blowjob immensely, but just as I started to go back down on him, he backed away and motioned for me to rise. I obediently did as he wanted. I wasn't about to deny this beautiful man anything he desired. He pushed my torso back against the wall and went down to his knees, looking up at me he said "I want this big dick in my mouth again". I gladly obliged, and grabbing the back of his head, I pushed my hard tool back into his lovely mouth. "Oooh, God yes! I could let you do that all day long, Mike!" I moaned. He only replied by increasing the speed of his sucking.
I knew I couldn't take much more, so I pulled out and suggested I give him some more attention. Mike got up and turned around, then he climbed up onto the bench of the booth. He turned to face me again, and I walked over to his massive cock and put it back in my waiting mouth. I sucked and stroked his massive rod, all the while massaging his heavy balls with my other hand. He surprised me by pulling his cock out of my mouth again, but he quickly replaced it with his nutsac. I pulled on the with my lips and licked them all over while he moaned in gratitude. He really seemed to get off on having his balls sucked, but he again pulled away, and this time he turned his back to me and offered his smooth round ass for my tongue. I was a little apprehensive, but I went in for a smell, quickly followed by a taste. I was pleased at the musky, male odor of his rectum, and I eagerly reamed him until he was moaning and breathing heavily again.
It had already been a good 20 minutes or so of incredible sex, but he had more in mind. He stood up and got down off the bench, grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eye, then said "I'm gonna fuck your tight ass. You think you can handle that?" Well, I really didn't know if I could or not, but I was damned if I wasn't going to try, and I told him so. He reached over to his pants that he'd lain on the bench and pulled a tube of lubricant out of his pocket. He grabbed me again and spun me around. With my hands on the bench for support, I bent over to let him lube my tight ass up for that monster cock. The cool lube felt amazing on my hot sphincter, but I knew it would heat up plenty fast with all the friction that was going to be going on soon. As soon as he had me lubed, he poked in a finger to loosen my ass up. It was soon followed by a second, then a third, and finally a fourth. That was all he could fit without tearing me apart because his hands were as big as everything else on him. It was enough, though. I soon felt the head of his big snake at the entrance to my canal, and he didn't waste any time with niceties. No sooner had he lined it up, he shoved the full lenght in my ass. It hurt like hell for about 3 seconds, and it was all I could do not to scream out bloody murder! But it didn't take long for my well-lubricated ass to adjust, and he was quickly pulling it out to the head and shoving it all the way back to his cum-filled nuts. It was absolutely the fullest I'd ever been, and it felt like heaven! There's no way to describe having a big cock in your ass, the intense feeling of fullness and the excitement of knowing that a man is fucking you. I held on for dear life while this huge man impaled me with his equally sizeable dick. It lasted for what felt like an eternity, but it wasn't nearly long enough. I came before long, shooting wads of pent-up cum all over the back of the booth and all down my cock. He followed before long, and he must have raised the roof of the place his shout of "Oh God, Oh yes, Oh yes, Ian! I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your hot ass!!!" I was too delirious to care if we were noticed or heard, because I was still high from my ejaculation and this incredible man was shooting loads of his hot jizz into my hungry ass. It felt like gallons, and when he finally finished we were both sweaty and exhausted for the second time that day. I have to say, though, that this workout was much more fun than the first.
I caught up with Mike a few more times after that, but soon found out that he had a wife and kids, and he was only interested in casual sex. Still, we met a few more times, and it was an unforgettable time in my life. Unfortunately, he stopped going to that gym, and I heard a while later that he and his wife got divorced and he moved back East to where his family lives. Too bad, but if you live out East, look out for that big black 4-runner, and the big black stud driving it.