This story is pure fantasy, considerably different for my story of Robert and Patrick. You may note one similarity, Adam lives in a lake side house as did Patrick. This is an interracial gay story that depicts a well endowed black man who discovers his passion and affection for his white friend.
Adam's Spring of Interracial Love
Spring approaches with warming sun melting the remaining snow, robins show up, flocks of migrating birds are overhead homing in on northern summer nesting spots. The air is fresh, still cool but surely the warming rays foretell the comfort of summer days, picnics, bon fires at the lake, vacations, and afternoons with friends and neighbors. All this Adam looked forward to.
Adam, me, is a typical mid twenties guy, out of college holding a bachelor of science degree, and working whatever jobs he can get in the current economy. He earns most of his money in the underground economy that is growing rapidly, nothing illegal like drugs, just making money that can't tracked for taxation.
Not a fitness freak, I am healthy, like to walk and bike for exercise, have a little excess weight but I do have a waist. I eat healthy and do give into temptation - pizza, burgers, but not more twice a week. I like beer, probably a hold over from college, and do have a pallet that enjoys a good scotch as well. Scotch taste and beer budget, that's me.
I'm told that I'm a chick magnet, but I'm not into the dating scene, clubbing, playing relationship games, I'd rather cut to the chase. Truth is, the chase I cut to, is my homosexual desire. No one knows I'm gay, but I'm also sure some suspect it. The only friends I have are guys and most of them are gay; I don't hang out with gay guys who flaunt being gay.
My parents have a lake cabin on a couple acres of land, I live there almost rent free, I do have to keep the property clean, mowed, and presentable. I'm the youngest in the neighborhood and almost everyone else is thirties and forties. Only a couple neighbors are single and they have girl friends.
Recently, I've found an attraction to a guy I met at one of my paying jobs. He has some behaviors that cause me to think he is gay but I don't push the issue. I told him about a party Saturday at the cabin telling him to come down if he felt like it, he seemed interested and plugged the address into his maps app.
Saturday arrived with sunshine and comfortable temperatures, perfect for a spring bar-b-cue party. Those coming would arrive around two in the afternoon giving me time to get food onto trays and staged in the refrigerator. I put beer in one cooler and soft drinks in another. About noon I was able to clean up, hit the shower, shave, and dress. Weekend dress is usually jeans and sweatshirt on a warm spring afternoon and today was no different.
Shortly before two, a couple cars pulled up, the usual crowd was filtering in. The first car held three friends who were mostly straight, mostly meaning they preferred girls over guys but would swing the other way if they felt like it. The second car held two guys who were gay and a couple.
A few minutes later another car with another gay couple. Then about ten minutes after two, a car I recognized as Bret's parked. Bret is my work mate whom I'm feeling attracted to. Since he was new to the group, I took ample time to introduce him to everyone, get him a drink, and get him comfortable. I think he figured out that most of the crowd was gay, or bi, yet he didn't say anything one way or the other.
I got the burgers on the grill and laid out the fixings, chips and dip were out already with beer and soft drinks. While I checked the burgers, Bret walked over to grill. "Hey, Dave, thanks for inviting me. This is a comfortable group to hang with. I don't know how you knew, but I am gay but sometimes have trouble being myself."
"I wasn't sure, Bret, just noticed mannerisms. If you're comfortable, then just let things happen. By the way, I asked you to come because I like you and feel an attraction." I hoped I hadn't gone too far but the truth was out. Bret just looked at me with smiling eyes, I guess the feeling was mutual, I hoped.
"We'll see what happens," Bret remarked. "Keep your eye on the burgers not my ass." I wondered how he suspected that I liked his butt, I guessed it was round, firm, and tight, not easy telling in loose fitting shorts. I was hoping for a long, firm, thick cock also.
The party continued into the evening as usual. The drivers quit beer and switched to soft drinks, Bret was still enjoying beer, that was a hopeful sign. Folks started loading up and heading home by 9:30 in the evening. This group was great to party with because they helped clean up the mess.
After the last car load left and it was Bret and I, we grabbed another beer. "My rule, Bret, no drinking and driving. I won't let you get in your car and drive unless your sober."
"Well, truthfully, this is my fourth beer all day, I'm not drunk. I am staying because I feel comfortable with you. When guys find out I'm gay, they start hitting me like I'm fresh meat. I've been picked up a couple times but I didn't enjoy it. You are just letting me hang out and not trying to get me naked."
"Does your family know your life choice?" I was concerned for him, his admission had all the ear marks of risk.
"No, hell no. They think I'm saving myself for the right girl. They are religious and there is only one kind of sex." Bret was nervous and it sounded in his voice. "How did your family take?"
I reached out to Bret, put my arm around his shoulder. "My family is pretty liberal but they didn't take it well at first. They thought I was going cross dress, and go flaming gay. That was my parents thought, my sister was a lot more cool about it. My parents have finally accepted my choice."
With my are around his shoulders, Bret leaned into me, "This the most relaxed I've been in weeks. You make me feel good, happy. I want to feel this way all the time."
"I wish people would accept me." Bret was tensing up while speaking these thoughts.
"I'm accepting you, you are still here, I have my arm around your shoulders, you are leaning into me. Are saying that is not accepting?" I wanted to be soothing and at the same time direct, Bret was conflicted about himself. "Bret, I think you are in a state of denial still. You know you are gay but you don't want to accept it. Its something we all go through."
Bret sighed loudly and straightened up a bit. "You're just trying to be nice because you want to fuck me! I'm just an ass with a hole. Everyone is the same and you too."
I slipped my arm off his shoulder, stiffened a bit, "I guess you have made your decision, since you're not drunk, you can take off. I'll see you in a couple days at work." I stood, started cleaning up the coolers, putting the beer and soft drinks in the refrigerator with the other left overs.
"I've ruined it haven't I, Adam? You were trying to be honest and I didn't want honest. I wanted to believe what I wanted to believe. Can I stay?" There was a hint of pain and crying in Bret's voice.
"That is up to you. I like you but you're head just isn't screwed on tight. We could have a fun night but I don't think you're ready for that step." I continued cleaning the coolers, dumping ice, rinsing them to put away.
"I don't like bottom." Bret's statement was very of fact. "I don't being used for my ass hole by ass holes. I do like top and am pretty good at satisfying a guy."
I had not heard any clothing noise while cleaning the coolers. When I turned to Bret, I saw him naked in the middle of the room. His cock was hanging semi limp at almost eight inched long and it looked thick. I wanted to be nonchalant about seeing his cock and letting him see my desire for a big one was fulfilled. I grabbed my beer and took a drink. "Okay, Bret, what do you have in mind?"
"I just want you to see me. I'm not all cute butt. I have a tool designed to fill an ass full."
I took another drink of beer while looking into Bret's eyes. "And, you're thinking that I'm impressed with your cock, maybe afraid of it? Bret, you have a lot to learn about being gay and about your cock. Pull up your pants and sit down."
Bret was still in defense mode, "So, I am too much for you, you can't take a real man."
"Let me add, shut the fuck up!" I was getting pissed at his behavior, so insecure about himself, he was acting a fool. "You met Steve today, right? And, you know the stories about big black cocks, right? In Steve's case they are true and he is bigger than you. Are you catching on you insecure fuck head? Grow the fuck up!" I wasn't sure, maybe I'd gone too far. I watched as Bret bent to pull up his pants noting what appeared to be shame on his face. "Steve is a careful and considerate lover. It isn't about pounding cock up someone's ass, its about creating a condition in which a man or woman wants to feel you inside them. I want to feel your cock inside me but not until you learn that sex isn't just fucking."
"Adam, how do I learn that?" Bret's voice was soft, his eyes cast down slightly avoiding my eyes.
"You have already begun the lesson. Men and women both enjoy foreplay. Maybe foreplay leads to sex, maybe it leads to mutual masturbation without penetration. How did you feel with my arm around your shoulders?" Bret's expression brightened.
"That was foreplay? I enjoyed your touch." Bret was now being inquisitive, like the lights were coming on.
"No, that was not foreplay but it could have lead to foreplay." Bret came to the table where my beer was resting. He carried his beer with him, took a sip, sat the beer down, and sat himself. I followed his lead, sipped my beer and sat across from him. "Foreplay is sensual touching, hugging, kissing, letting hands explore one another's bodies. It is opening up to feeling the other feeling you and getting turned on because your partner is turning you on and getting turned on. I'm guessing, you've never had foreplay or you didn't know how to react to it."
