At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
STORY 10
I have remembered an incident that happened to me some time ago. I was in my late twenties, it happened in the town I was born in.
At this time I was courting a girl whose father was a landlord of a pub in the west end of town. At times I would help behind the bar on some Saturday nights. The pub was a 'dive' type of place. Christine's father had to be very firm with the customers. The Pub had a 'smoke room' with them cast iron tables and tiled floor, usually for mixed customers. The other room was the 'Bar', usually for men only. On the whole the establishment was a dump, but I did get free beer after an evenings work.
On this particular Saturday night I was serving beer in the Bar, It was a nice summer evening. People were dressed in light clothes and some in shorts. It was about 10-15pm just 15 minutes before closing time, which the landlord was very keen on calling 'Time' at 10-30. As I was serving a customer my eye caught the sight of this man standing at the edge of the bar. He was waiting to be served. He was of African stock, dark skin with attractive features. I would say he was about 35 years old and wearing a smile which showed his white teeth. He stood dressed in blue Jeans and grey pull-over. I could tell he wanted me to serve him next. He requested a pint of bitter. As I pulled his pint he made small talk.
"Have you worked here long" he asked.
"No – only two weeks" I said.
I pointed out that I was courting the land lord's daughter, Christine. So I have ended up helping behind the bar some weekends.
As we talked I looked him over, I could tell he had a firm body and nicely proportioned. I took his money and handed the change back, our eyes met. I felt that urge in my groin. I wonder if---- I said to myself. Then the landlord called "time" I went around the tables to collect empty glasses. As I walked through the passage way heading back to the bar I saw him enter the toilet. I stopped, I thought 'shall I or shall I not'. I looked around, no one about, so I entered the toilet. He was standing at the urinals having a pee. I stood by him undid my flies and started to pee.
"Hello again – my name is Bob" he said.
"I'm Joe" was my reply.
As we peed I noticed his large dick, it must have been about 7 inches long, and the pee was coming out like a hose pipe. We made some more small talk. He finished and shucks his dick to remove the last drops. I looked down at my dick, and to my horror I was hard, I tried to hide it. I looked at him, he smiled and said
"Do you fancy it then" he said.
"I cannot tonight I'm staying here with the girl friend" I replied.
We talked a little, and he held my cock, slowly working it up and down. He pointed out that he lives just up the street, number 55. Another time would be better I disappointedly said. At that he went out of the toilet and through the front door. I stood there with this hard dick of mine, wondering if this was a joke of Bob's. I was a little upset that didn't hold Bob's cock and work him hard, then I would know if he was joking or not. I went back to the bar. I stood at the end of the bar drying glasses trying to hide this hard cock.
At about 11pm the pub now empty, the girl, her parents and I sat down for a night-cap. We chatted about things in general, but my mind kept wandering to the scene in the toilet. Ooo the size of that cock, its silky smoothness, I was attracted to this man. The girl friend said I am quiet. Little did she know that my mind was working out how to 'bump' into him again? I had a plan – I asked the girl's father if he needed help next week. He pointed out that his daughter, my girl will be away that weekend, but would love to have my help next Saturday night. I said that I will be here at 8pm sharp.
All week I kept thinking of Bob. I tried to imaging him naked and what his dick would look like hard, his balls, how hairy he would be. I got that horny one night at home, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror naked and wanked myself off. I shot cum onto the mirror, three wads in all. As I cleaned the spunk off the mirror I thought of Bob, I thought of how far he could shoot his spunk and how much he could shoot.
Saturday night came, and I was there at 8pm as promised. The evening was a 'normal' Saturday night. The Landlord threw out two customers for swearing and threatened one with a 'ban' if he didn't behave better. I could not help thinking about Bob, will he come in to night. I hope I was not building myself up for nothing. I shut my mind off him and kept busy with serving the customers.
I went around the pub collecting the empties, when I re-entered the bar, he was there, my groin tightened up with anticipation. 'Hello Joe – keeping busy' he said. Yes – always busy here – I don't know how this lot can drink so much in one night I said. He gave out a laugh. Plenty of practice he said. Are you going to serve me said Bob? Yes – yes of course I will. As I drew his beer I thought 'I hope you will serve me tonight good style'. I gave him his beer, our eyes met. He had a twinkle in his eyes, I smiled back at him.
'Time – gentlemen please' The Landlord shouted. We stopped serving and put the towels over the pump handles to confirm that there's no more drink tonight. It was about 11pm most of the customers had gone, I looked around the bar quickly to see if Bob was still here, yes he was just finishing his drink. I thought – 'now is the time for action'. I went to the toilet un-zipped and started to pee. I finished peeing and just stood there hoping he will be coming in soon. I wondered if he saw me go to the toilet, I wondered if he thinks I have left the pub, my heart began to drop. Then he was there, standing by me having a pee. 'Is this where the big ones hang out' he laughs. It might be true for you I said. As is pee finished to only a dribble I put my left hand out and held his dick, then shaking it to remove the last of the drops.
"Are you Ok for tonight Joe" he whispered.
"It will be about an hour from now" I indicated.
"Don't forget number 55, its on the left up the road – the door will be un-locked just push it open and come in" he said as he left the toilet.
I got back to the bar and started to put the chairs onto the tables so as to brush up the floor. It was now nearly mid-night, the clean-up done for the night. The Land lord thanked me for helping and invited me to stop the night, I politely refused saying that I have an early start tomorrow so I will go home now. He let me out of the front door wishing me a good-night. I stood there with my mind buzzing of what will soon be happening to me at number 55.
I slowly walked up the road noticing the house numbers. I walked past number 35, then 37 and 39. I will soon be there. My groin started to become active. My lips became dry with anticipation. Then I was at number 55, I stopped, paused for a few seconds, I lightly bit my lip and pushed the door. It opened a little so I pushed more and it opened more. I walked in and quietly closed the door behind me.
"Lock it Joe – and follow me up stairs" said Bob.
I followed Bob up the stairs and into his bedroom. The room was large with a king size bed. The room was in subdued light. Bob asked if I have had it before, yes I have but not that often I said. He faced me and put his arms over my shoulders saying 'I will be careful with you. – lets get un-dressed'. I was un-dressed first and then lay on the right side of the bed. The bed was warm, I think he must have had an electric blanket on, it felt very comfortable and I felt very submissive. Bob – undressed got on to the bed and lay beside me. His body was as I thought – well proportioned and with ebony shine. As my eyes got use to the low lighting, I could see his body in more detail. He put is right arm out and under my head; I turned my body towards him and lay my right arm over his chest.
I started to rub his nipples with my fingers and thumb. I could clearly see his dick; it was lying across his thigh semi-hard. He had a full foreskin; the head was showing and glinting. I moved my hand down and held this cock. Ben asked if I liked the look of it. I said Oh yes – I do. As I slowly worked his foreskin up and down his dick I started to rub my body against his, my cock was rock hard.
"Oh that's nice – I do like to see a white hand working my black cock - I'm going to enjoy slow fucking you and I promise you will enjoy it to" he said.
I was really turned on by that. The bed was not only wide but also very long. 'Slide down the bed a little Joe' he said. I slid down still on my back until my feet were level with the bottom edge with my arms stretched out. Suddenly Bob kissed my cheek. I realized he was coming to me from the top in a 69 position. He moved down a little and kissed my neck then licked my left nipple. I put my right hand onto his head and stroked his neck. He repeatedly keep saying 'Yes – Oh Yess'. I worked on his right nipple, tweaking it with my teeth. He had little body hair but very soft skin; I licked my tongue over his chest. He positioned himself so his body was a few inches above mine as he moved again a little lower down. We licked and poked our belly buttons with our tongues as his hands held my outer thighs as my hands rubbed his back.
He moved down more, I felt his dick touch my face, I could smell his sex, and it was strong and inviting. Then I felt him lick my cock along its length, from is tip to my balls.
