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Two days after our most recent health club encounter, I received a text from Malcolm saying he "Needed this dick sucked." I dropped what I was doing and headed his way. Since we live so close to each other, I walked to his apartment.
Before I arrived, he sent another text: "Door is open, I'm jacking off to porn. Come in and do your thing." As instructed, I walked in, and before me was the beautiful sight of Malcolm sitting on the couch with his shorts around his ankles, holding his erect cock in his hand.
"Remove your clothes, boy," he told me before taking a guzzle of his beer.
I did as told, knelt between his big hairy legs and for the next thirty minutes sucked his dick and licked his large, egg-shaped balls before he came in my mouth.
"You can go now," said Malcolm, taking another sip of his beer and pulling up his shorts. I dressed and left, closing the door behind me, savoring the taste of his cum as I walked home.
Keeping to the same workout time routine as Malcolm, I waited in the steam room for him to finish his workout. His racquetball partner was not there so he arrived in the steam room much earlier than normal. This time there was no conversation, no nonverbal signals as I got on my knees and began sucking his soft dick. However, after several interruptions, he got up and headed to the shower where I followed. It was just the two of us lathering up in silence. I was hoping he would return to the sauna or steam room as I admired his shiny, naked body, making sure to bend over in front of him to show my hole. He finished showering, dried off, wrapped the towel around his large waist and, on the way out, said for me to meet him at his place in an hour.
I rushed home to get prepared for what I hoped was a good fucking, not taking any chances. About forty-five minutes later I got a text: "Where you at, boy?" I told him I was on my way and was looking forward to seeing him in private. He texted back: "Same as last time."
I was shaking with anticipation as I walked to his apartment and opened the door. The living room couch where I sucked him the last time was empty, no sign of him anywhere. Not sure what was going on, I was standing and looking around when he came in, wearing shorts and a wife beater. I marveled at you his chest hair stuck out from the shirt. Not saying a word, he sat on the couch. I removed all my clothes and stood, awaiting instructions.
"You dress?" he asked. Assuming he meant as a woman, I lied and told him I did. Only once before had I dressed and the man I was with was unimpressed.
Malcolm got up and came back with a pair of panties and a white lace negligee. "These are my woman's, but she's a big girl so they should fit," he said as he handed them to me. "Go in the bedroom, put them on and wait for me," he said.
His bedroom was easy to find in the small apartment, but was a terrible mess, with a mattress on the floor and clothes strewn about everywhere. I figured I would offer to clean up his place at some time. Though a tight fit, I could wear the panties and negligee. I could hear the TV going in the other room as I waited in his bed face down.
It was nearly half an hour before he came in, so my level of anticipation was unbearable. "That's what I'm talking about," he growled as he came over to feel my ass.
He pulled the panties down over my ass and fingered my hole. "You clean?"
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled nervously.
"Good boy," he said as he pulled the panties back over my ass, then giving it a hard whack. "Stand up, let me see how you look."
I stood before him and noticed his dick was hard through his shorts.
"Not bad, not bad, turn around," he said in his deep African voice. I did as told, then felt him reach out and forcefully pull me onto his lap. "Been wanting to fuck you since I saw that sweet white ass in the shower," he said as he reached around and pinched my nipples while kissing my neck. "I noticed you bending over showing your pink hole, teasing me," he said as he pinched harder. "Almost took some right there," he said as he stopped pinching my nipples and worked the panties off. "Get on all fours," he said as he stood up to remove his shorts.
I could see in the mirror this magnificent man and his Black manhood at full mast, sticking out in front of the white tank top, darker than I had ever seen. He raised the nightgown and began eating my ass. For the next at least fifteen minutes he expertly tongued my hole, sometimes spreading my ass so wide that it hurt, only to be soothed by his talented tongue. I watched in the mirror as he got on his knees, holding his hard penis dead aim at my ass. His wide head worked into me, using only his spit as lube, then slowly slid the entire ten inches. I moaned in pain and pleasure.
"Shh," he said. "I don't want the neighbors to hear," he whispered as he placed his hand over my mouth. "Fuck, you got a sweet ass," he said as he slowly worked his dick in and out as I watched in the mirror.
"Looks good, don't it? My black cock inside you," said Malcolm as he quickly picked up the rhythm. Within minutes the room was filled with the sloshing of my now loose ass getting fucked, and the flesh-on-flesh smacking as he hammered away. Soon, I felt the throbbing and pulsating of his dick as he thrust all the way in, pouring his seed inside of me. When he pulled out there was the sound of air pushing out, followed by his cum. Malcolm wasted no time putting his shorts back on, telling me to put the negligee on the bed. He walked out and I got dressed, still feeling his cum dripping out of my ass.
When I got into the living room, he was drinking a beer.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he said in his deep voice, getting up to open the door to let me out, closing it behind me without saying anything.
I felt like a whore, but it felt good.
For the next week, I did not see Malcolm at the club but waited vigilantly for him to arrive. On the Monday workout, a stocky Mexican man with one eye was sitting in the whirlpool. While men normally wear swim trunks, I always go nude to show off my ass. I entered with him and engaged in some small talk. He was very friendly, but difficult to understand due to a heavy accent. He left first, wearing loose swim trunks that didn’t reveal much other than a hairy ass crack. I got out shortly after him and went into the sauna, hoping he would also. About ten minutes later I saw him drying himself off near the sauna. With the dry heat and window on the door, there is a clear view of what is outside the sauna. He must have noticed I was staring as he looked back at me while drying, keeping eye contact. Before wrapping his towel around him, he shook his fat, uncut dick at me and walked into the locker room.
I was rock hard and stroking when the Samoan man walked in. I covered up out of respect and not wanting to be too obvious. After all, this was a health club where many straight men use who are not into man to man play.
He sat down near me and moved the towel away from my groin, revealing my still hard dick. “Liked what you saw huh?” he said, feeling my cock.
While I was a bit perturbed by his unassuming actions, my desire for him quickly allowed me to get over it. I laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I did.”
“So you cheating on me, huh?” he said, still stroking my cock.
Not knowing him well, I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or a potentially crazed lunatic.
He sensed my being uncomfortable. “Man I’m just kidding,“ he said, smiling and flashing his beautiful smile. The more I looked at him in the clear air, the more I became attracted. He had a nice round face with full lips, unshaven, hairy face that sported a goatee and a close-cropped haircut. His body was amazing, stocky and muscular yet some added fat. Coarse, black hair covered much of it, including his tree trunk-like legs and thick feet.
I was about to cum so I removed his hand from my cock. “Don’t want to come yet,” I said.
“Not before you get me off,” he said as he removed his towel. His brown dick stood straight up. Though he was cut, a lot of foreskin gathered around the thick head.
“We probably should move,” I said, afraid that someone might see us through the visible glass on the wooden door.
“Man, nine out of ten guys come in here to either suck cock or get theirs sucked.”
His air of confidence was appealing but, nonetheless, my paranoia was evident as my dick was getting soft. I got up and moved to a more secluded spot and sat down. He got up and stood before me, his hard dick aimed perfectly at my lips. With his back to the door and no way to see if anyone was coming in, I sucked him feverishly, hoping he would come quickly.
“Goddamn, you give some amazing head,” he whispered and moaned softly.
As I feared, someone walked in, an elderly black man. I attempted to back off but he put his hands on the back of my head and face fucked me, not even bothering to look back to see who had walked in. This concerned me but I was intent on finishing the job. As I sucked him, I noticed the man was reading a newspaper as if nothing was going on.
“Ah shit,” he groaned as he pulled out and shot strong streams of creamy jiz on my face. He used his softening dick to push his load into my mouth, which I gladly accommodated.
“Thanks, man,” he said as he back away and wrapped a towel around him. On the way out, he acknowledged the elderly man. “Happy Monday, Gene.”
I looked at the man and he looked back, smiling and shaking his head, saying nothing. I left out and showered, amazed at what I had just experienced while listening to the Samoan man sing. He was such a happy, positive man who seemed not to have a care in the world.
He left out, telling me to “Take care” before entering the locker room. Once again, I was craving the company of a man at the health club.
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