After the beach incident, things quieted down awhile with others. We were very busy in the fall and the holiday season. It didn’t stop us from thinking about it. She poured out to me fantasies, as did I. Some were tame, some were highly erotic, even dark. They involved being dominated, controlled, and we tried roleplaying it. I just wasn’t very good at it. I did my best.
My thoughts were a little more private. I was ashamed of some of mine. I got turned on when she was with other men. Then seeing the black man on the beach, I fantasized about a black man controlling us both! I didn’t want to tell her I was bicurious. I didn’t know how she would take it. Sure, she had played around with her female friend but that was socially more acceptable. So, I kept quiet about my thoughts.
I had had some bi experiences. Unlike Jules, I had been to a number of porn booths. I had done some groping over the years, a little sucking. I had done a little crossdressing as well. I kept this side well hidden by all.
Every December, Jules would spend a weekend in the city shopping with her mom. I would take that weekend to let out my other side. I usually would sock away some money and go to a go go bar. The place I chose was very shady with naked girls giving cheap lap dances and a vip room that was private. The girls were nothing special, some older lifers who looked pretty worn. I liked these types because they knew what men wanted, and worked harder for the money. After the bar, I would go to a nearby porn shop and beat off in the booth possibly playing with someone if I found an attraction with someone. (I was very picky regarding this. The guys had to be fit and aggressive. I did not like girly types or old fat men!)
The strip club didn’t disappoint, and I ended up getting a dance from Philomena, a tall chubby strawberry blonde with big tits. She was taller than I, and met what I called the “smell test”. I liked a girl with a fruity smell even when it mixed with cigarettes and sweat. She looked in her late forties, but she likely was younger from years of hard living. She went around the bar asking guys if they wanted a dance, but the four or five guys were more intrigued by the Latin skinny cutie on the stage. She approached me and I said sure.
She spread my legs and felt for my cock immediately squeezing it lightly. She sat on my lap and put my hands on her huge freckled tits. She had a big ass, and ground it against me. She was wearing this green spandex top and tight green shorts with boots. She lifted the top, her huge nipples hard reacting to the cold. Then she asked me if I wanted a VIP dance. I found what I wanted, so I said, “why not?”
We were alone walking down the dark hall of the VIP lounge. It was early, not a lot of action yet. She sat me down touching my pants. “Cotton sweatpants I love them”, she said. I asked her why, and she said, “gentle material. Rubbing against jeans all night wears out my pussy!” I nodded understanding. She then took everything off and had me grab her ass while she climbed on the step her thick thigh rubbing my crotch. She grabbed it and rubbed it with her hand. For 15 minutes, she dry humped me, rubbed her tits and ass in my face, and even put her lips to my seat pants sucking the tip of my cock through my pants. I could feel her hot breath on my hard on. She suggested another 15 minutes but I didn’t have enough cash. I tipped her and left, my body smelling of apricot and Philomena.
I then went to the porn shop. I went in and walked straight to the back. There were a number of guys lingering, but I often didn’t linger with them. First, I was always afraid I might know someone. Second, I was always afraid of being arrested for something I wasn’t supposed to do in there. I went into the booth, but left it unlocked. I was watching an interracial video with a guy and a girl (wasn’t into gay porn much) when Michael opened the door to peek in.
Michael was a black man, fit, around 6ft3, slender, dark skinned, and a little younger than I. He had on a white tank top, basketball shorts and sandals. He saw my video, and thought he was in the right place shutting the door behind him nodding to me. I nodded back.
I had covered my hard on with my sweatshirt when he opened the door. He was touching his shorts and his dick. I looked down then at him, as he took it out. Michael was bigger than me soft than I was hard. He stroked it looking at the video. I took my cock out too. Then I reached out to stroke his. “Is it safe here?” I always asked, I knew it was but I always asked.
“Sure”.
I stood up, ******** myself to him as well. “You have a nice cock”, I said stroking it. We raised his shirt showing his nipples. I touched him and put my mouth on one. He was hard now, about 9 inches and fat. I moved slow, and he almost left me when I said “wait!” And I kneeled sucking his cock.
“You married?” he asked? As I blew him. “What’s your name? I am Mike”
“That ok? I am John” I lied about my name, I always did.
“Get a lot of married guys here”, he said I am single.
“My wife would love your cock”, I said sucking harder.
“You share your wife John?” he asked looking down on me, as I was on my knees on the grimy floor.
“I have twice”, then I said, “would you like to see her?”
“You have pictures of her John?” I reached into my pocket and opened up the phone and the folder with the sexy pictures of of my wife and handed to him. “Nice blonde John. Look at that mouth! I bet you she sucks a mean cock. She suck as good as you John?” I nodded my mouth full of his cock. He was much bigger than anyone I had been with. Much. “She know you suck cock John?” I shook my head no as I could feel the precum on the back of my throat. He smiled at this. “I won’t tell, John. I will fuck her and we can keep this on the DL. He continued to scroll. “I like that big ass”.
The pictures were mostly taken one night. She wore a lacy black top and panties. She took pictures with them in a fur coat. And without. There were pictures of her nips, getting fucked with a dildoe and finally giving me head.
“John, I am adding my personal information on your phone so you can call me or email me, let’s make this happen”
He took the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I gagged a little when he pushed it in. Then all at once he shot his load down my throat. It was too much for me to swallow as I gagged and spit some out on the floor. “We will work on that one”, he said smiling. I stood up wiping my mouth as he grabbed my cock stroking it. I came almost immediately. I quickly dressed and was suddenly ashamed of it all. It’s what I usually did after cumming. He said as I left, “stay in touch, I want that blonde!”
I went home jerked off again thinking about the night, and thinking about what happened. I didn’t call, not right away. Then in February, I was home from work and decided to reach out once more. (To be continued)
My thoughts were a little more private. I was ashamed of some of mine. I got turned on when she was with other men. Then seeing the black man on the beach, I fantasized about a black man controlling us both! I didn’t want to tell her I was bicurious. I didn’t know how she would take it. Sure, she had played around with her female friend but that was socially more acceptable. So, I kept quiet about my thoughts.
I had had some bi experiences. Unlike Jules, I had been to a number of porn booths. I had done some groping over the years, a little sucking. I had done a little crossdressing as well. I kept this side well hidden by all.
Every December, Jules would spend a weekend in the city shopping with her mom. I would take that weekend to let out my other side. I usually would sock away some money and go to a go go bar. The place I chose was very shady with naked girls giving cheap lap dances and a vip room that was private. The girls were nothing special, some older lifers who looked pretty worn. I liked these types because they knew what men wanted, and worked harder for the money. After the bar, I would go to a nearby porn shop and beat off in the booth possibly playing with someone if I found an attraction with someone. (I was very picky regarding this. The guys had to be fit and aggressive. I did not like girly types or old fat men!)
The strip club didn’t disappoint, and I ended up getting a dance from Philomena, a tall chubby strawberry blonde with big tits. She was taller than I, and met what I called the “smell test”. I liked a girl with a fruity smell even when it mixed with cigarettes and sweat. She looked in her late forties, but she likely was younger from years of hard living. She went around the bar asking guys if they wanted a dance, but the four or five guys were more intrigued by the Latin skinny cutie on the stage. She approached me and I said sure.
She spread my legs and felt for my cock immediately squeezing it lightly. She sat on my lap and put my hands on her huge freckled tits. She had a big ass, and ground it against me. She was wearing this green spandex top and tight green shorts with boots. She lifted the top, her huge nipples hard reacting to the cold. Then she asked me if I wanted a VIP dance. I found what I wanted, so I said, “why not?”
We were alone walking down the dark hall of the VIP lounge. It was early, not a lot of action yet. She sat me down touching my pants. “Cotton sweatpants I love them”, she said. I asked her why, and she said, “gentle material. Rubbing against jeans all night wears out my pussy!” I nodded understanding. She then took everything off and had me grab her ass while she climbed on the step her thick thigh rubbing my crotch. She grabbed it and rubbed it with her hand. For 15 minutes, she dry humped me, rubbed her tits and ass in my face, and even put her lips to my seat pants sucking the tip of my cock through my pants. I could feel her hot breath on my hard on. She suggested another 15 minutes but I didn’t have enough cash. I tipped her and left, my body smelling of apricot and Philomena.
I then went to the porn shop. I went in and walked straight to the back. There were a number of guys lingering, but I often didn’t linger with them. First, I was always afraid I might know someone. Second, I was always afraid of being arrested for something I wasn’t supposed to do in there. I went into the booth, but left it unlocked. I was watching an interracial video with a guy and a girl (wasn’t into gay porn much) when Michael opened the door to peek in.
Michael was a black man, fit, around 6ft3, slender, dark skinned, and a little younger than I. He had on a white tank top, basketball shorts and sandals. He saw my video, and thought he was in the right place shutting the door behind him nodding to me. I nodded back.
I had covered my hard on with my sweatshirt when he opened the door. He was touching his shorts and his dick. I looked down then at him, as he took it out. Michael was bigger than me soft than I was hard. He stroked it looking at the video. I took my cock out too. Then I reached out to stroke his. “Is it safe here?” I always asked, I knew it was but I always asked.
“Sure”.
I stood up, ******** myself to him as well. “You have a nice cock”, I said stroking it. We raised his shirt showing his nipples. I touched him and put my mouth on one. He was hard now, about 9 inches and fat. I moved slow, and he almost left me when I said “wait!” And I kneeled sucking his cock.
“You married?” he asked? As I blew him. “What’s your name? I am Mike”
“That ok? I am John” I lied about my name, I always did.
“Get a lot of married guys here”, he said I am single.
“My wife would love your cock”, I said sucking harder.
“You share your wife John?” he asked looking down on me, as I was on my knees on the grimy floor.
“I have twice”, then I said, “would you like to see her?”
“You have pictures of her John?” I reached into my pocket and opened up the phone and the folder with the sexy pictures of of my wife and handed to him. “Nice blonde John. Look at that mouth! I bet you she sucks a mean cock. She suck as good as you John?” I nodded my mouth full of his cock. He was much bigger than anyone I had been with. Much. “She know you suck cock John?” I shook my head no as I could feel the precum on the back of my throat. He smiled at this. “I won’t tell, John. I will fuck her and we can keep this on the DL. He continued to scroll. “I like that big ass”.
The pictures were mostly taken one night. She wore a lacy black top and panties. She took pictures with them in a fur coat. And without. There were pictures of her nips, getting fucked with a dildoe and finally giving me head.
“John, I am adding my personal information on your phone so you can call me or email me, let’s make this happen”
He took the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I gagged a little when he pushed it in. Then all at once he shot his load down my throat. It was too much for me to swallow as I gagged and spit some out on the floor. “We will work on that one”, he said smiling. I stood up wiping my mouth as he grabbed my cock stroking it. I came almost immediately. I quickly dressed and was suddenly ashamed of it all. It’s what I usually did after cumming. He said as I left, “stay in touch, I want that blonde!”
I went home jerked off again thinking about the night, and thinking about what happened. I didn’t call, not right away. Then in February, I was home from work and decided to reach out once more. (To be continued)
