I was 23 when this happened.
After a long work week on a Friday, I went out for a few drinks with some coworkers. After a few beers, I started to get horny for some BBC. Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve always been attracted to black guys. My best friend from middle school through high school was black. It’s not just a kink, I’ve just always liked black guys.
While still shooting the shit with my coworkers, who thought I was straight, I downloaded Grindr to find some BBC. As I secretly looked through the profile, I started to get hard under the table. My coworkers had no idea what I was doing.
Eventually, we left the bar, and I headed home. I was a ,little buzzed, with a now ranging hard on in my pants as I drove home. All I could think about was being on my back and spreading my legs for some beautiful BBC.
When I got home, I poured myself another drink to keep the buzz going and got serious about finding a guy on Grindr. I wasn’t just looking for sex, I was also looking for a guy that I genuinely liked.
Eventually, I found the one.
He was in his late 30’s, and his profile made him sound professional, respectable, and sexy. He was a real, masculine, but respectful and considerate man. I messaged him.
I don’t now remember the full conversation, but I do remember that we exchanged numbers and started texting each other. He was young enough that I felt like I could connect with him, but old enough that I felt like I could look up to him and needed to be on my best behavior with him. This made me even hornier for him. We had exchanged pictures, and he had the most beautiful 10” BBC I had ever seen. In the picture, he had on nothing except a wife beater, and was sitting on his couch fully erect. Fuck he was so sexy. That first picture pops still pops into my mind today and makes me horny.
At some point in the evening, he decided to FaceTime me. When I first saw the call pop up, my heart skipped a beat. I was so nervous. We had been talking for a while now, and had exchanged pictures, but something about actually talking to somebody and hearing their voice is different.
I nervously answered:
“Hello”.
I didn’t know what else to say.
He answered:
“Hey Baby boy. What are you doing?”
I was still so surprised he called, I didn’t know what to say, and I don’t even remember now what I actually said.
We talked for a few minutes. We mentioned how horny he was, and we planned our first meeting.
We arranged for him to come over that night after he got off work. I was nervous, and always kept my horniness in check from the fear of STDs. I probably would have been a lot more promiscuous when I was younger if I wasn’t so worried about STD’s, especially HIV. Now that I’m older, sometime I wish I hadn’t given so much attention to that fear, and just acted on my desires more. But I didn’t.
I was nervous about meeting home, so decided that we would meet somewhere public first. There was a Walmart about a mile down the road from me, and we decided that would be the place. He needed to buy condoms anyway.
I arrived there 5-10 minutes before we had agreed. He arrived in a nice, new white Kia with a full sunroof. I don’t know why that stands out in my memory. We texted each other to confirm that we were both there, and that we were both looking at the correct vehicles in the parking lot. I now knew what he drove and that he was here, and he now knew what I drove and that I was here. The fact that I was actively preparing to take his 10” BBC in my tight white hole was now become a reality.
He texted me that he was going to go inside to buy condoms. His car turned off, and he got out. He looked towards my car without making it obvious that he was doing so, and then went inside. My cock was hard as a rock when I saw how sexy he was in person, and got even harder knowing that he was going inside to get condoms so that he could fuck me. FUCK, it makes me horny now thinking about it.
He came back out to his car about ten minutes later with a bag in his hand. I texted him and told him to follow me back to my apartment. When we arrived, I asked him to wait until I went inside and texted him that it was okay for him to come in. I struggled to keep my hard cock from showing in my athletic shorts as I walked from my car to my apartment, even though it was dark.
When I got inside, I quickly stripped off all of my clothes except for my t-shirt, and texted him to come.
I was hard as a rock, in nothing but a t-shirt, when he knocked on my door….
To be continued…