Robert was resting in the afterglow of the incredible orgasm he enjoyed through the oral efforts of Jamie, the white youth he had seduced at the YMCA gym. Then again, Robert thought, maybe the adorable boy/man had seduced him.
He'd seen the twenty-one-year-old with a swimmer's toned body working the free weights and had gone over to give him some advice. They immediately hit it off despite their physical differences.
Robert was a black, muscled, thirty-two-year-old career military man. He was staying at the Y in Washington, D.C., while he took computer classes to advance his Navy career. Jamie was a young, attractive, slim white kid who had recently moved to the city, drawn by its growing, open gay community.
It was 1978, the Disco era was going strong, the macho gay-guy-with-mustache look was everywhere, and the Y was a place where horny guys hooked up.
The weightlifting session led to an invite to Robert's cramped one-bedroom apartment. It took less than 30 minutes for the two to strip down and go at each other on the floor in front of Robert's desk.
Robert was a commanding top with a gentle side, Jamie a willing submissive with the confidence to go after what he wanted.
Now the two were naked on the floor, feeling their heart beats get back to normal. Robert felt Jamie's hard-on against his leg and suggested they move to his bed to address the issue.
The brawny black man lay back against his pillow, his flopping, spent dick resting on his thigh. He told Jamie to lay back against him, his back on Robert's chest. Smooth-skinned Jamie complied, and Robert wrapped his muscular arms around the youth, pulled him tight, and rubbed his lips against the boy's neck.
Robert grabbed his baby oil, poured some into his huge hands and began to work it into Jamie's chest, lightly pinching the boy's pink nipples and kissing an ear. The caresses quickly brought out Jamie's submissive side.
"That feels great. How'd you know this was how I liked it?" Jamie teased, his dick rising, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. Robert hummed on the boy's neck, mumbling endearments in his ear, "Damn kid you feel hot."
Jamie looked down at his body, groaning as he watched Robert's ebony hands fondling his pale white chest. "It looks hot when you touch me."
The husky man glanced at the display of white and black, big and small, the contrast sending a jolt to his cock. He held Jamie's waist and humped his powerful thighs against the boy's butt, lifting him in the air.
"Oh, yea daddy," sighed Jamie. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Robert relaxed. "I need a little break, let's save it. Right now, I want to get you off."
Robert moved his hands to Jamie's stiff dick, gently cupping his balls in one hand and grabbing his cock in the other. The big man smoothly jacked the hard on, his hand lubricated with oil. Jamie was still hot from his worship of Robert's package.
The white boy's dick swelled as he moved his hips in time with Robert's pumping. Robert's strong, steady stroke soon had Jamie on the edge.
The boy moaned, "I'm almost there, don't stop."
Suddenly his hips convulsed, he grunted, and his cock shot a rope of cum that landed on his forehead and cheek. A second hip pump and a spurt flew onto Robert's chin. The boy's eyes were shut in ecstasy as his cock kept pumping cum that landed on his chest and his crotch.
"Damn man, you got some power in that dick," Robert said. He tasted Jamie's cum and kissed the kid. Jamie's body stopped humping and he laughed with his orgasm.
"I'm almost out of towels," laughed Robert, as he wiped the boy off. "I can't believe it; we both came so much I'm almost out of towels."
It was getting late. Jamie needed to get home and he asked if he could take a shower. But it was not that simple in 1978 D.C., a city still Southern in many ways. The utilitarian Y offered shared bathroom and shower facilities for each floor.
Robert let the youth in on some unpleasant facts. "Look, I can't have a naked white boy go parading into the shower," explained Robert.
"It's bad enough the desk clerk knows you came up here. Folks will assume we've been screwing. And you're white, I'm black. Idiots will start screaming a colored fag raped a white boy. I'd get thrown out of the Navy."
A chagrined Jamie agreed it was best he leave quietly. After dressing he reminded Robert he still wanted to get together on his work-out program and gave the stud his phone number. Robert promised to call.
Jamie opened the door an inch to check if the hallway was empty, saw no one and walked quickly to the stair well.
At the bottom of the stairs Jamie went through the lobby to get out of the Y and nodded to the clerk behind the desk. The man smiled at Jamie and said, "How'd it go?" Jamie mumbled 'fine' and walked out to the street.
That's the clerk Robert was concerned about spreading gossip, thought Jamie. But that guy had given Jamie a deliberate once-over when he entered the lobby to go up to visit Robert. And after phoning up to Robert and getting his approval, the clerk turned to Jamie and said, "Go on up, he's waiting for you."
There were definite gay overtones to the interaction, so Robert's worry about gossip may be overblown, thought Jamie. As far as he could tell half the guys at the Y were checking out other guys. That was one of the reasons he joined the gym.
Upstairs, Robert mulled over the time he'd just spent with Jamie. It had been great.
They'd got along during the workout with an easy flow of conversation. The hints they shared in the locker room on their desire for each other showed they were on the same wavelength. Once Jamie was upstairs it was clear both wanted to get it on. Then the sex had been fantastic.
Robert had had some gay experiences in the Navy. He had reciprocated with his partners, sucking them off, but he did not do a lot of fucking, nor did he allow a guy to screw him. The sex was good but there was little connection with his partner. It was mostly about loneliness and getting his rocks off.
He had mixed feelings about women. They were great and soft and looking at them made him horny. But once he got them in bed Robert sometimes had trouble getting really turned on. And he preferred the company of men. Less talk. Less trouble. Less complications.
This kid, hell he was twenty-one, so he wasn't a kid, but Robert felt like he was a boy who needed to be taken in hand, needed to be taken care of. He was cute as hell, Robert thought. Smooth skin, big eyes, in damn good shape, more of a runner than a body builder. He liked that contrast between his own well-muscled form.
And he loved to see Jamie's white body against his dark skin, watching his hands grip the lad around his creamy, slim waist. That looked hot. Robert decided he would have to get this guy back in his bed.
They had not even gotten around to fucking. Jamie's ass was rounded and firm with skin like velvet. The kid was so passionate that fucking him would probably be wild.
As Robert pondered how he would get the boy back in his bed Jamie was walking the mile to his home near Dupont Circle. He too was thinking about their horny sex session. Robert was great to be with. Jamie made up his mind to get back to the Y to bump into him.
Jamie considered the possibility of a relationship with Robert in a very different way than the older hunk did. For one thing he knew he was gay back in high school and embraced his same sex desires.
He'd experimented, fumbling around with some guys like himself, young, good looking, even pretty, white boys. It was good, fun. He'd even had a boyfriend in a semi-serious relationship.
Since moving to D.C. he had gotten more aggressive, hitting the bars, bringing tricks home, and going home with others. It was 1978 and being gay was hip. Curious men were fulfilling their fantasies of guy-guy sex.
The city was majority black, and Jamie had sex with a few brothers, loving their beautiful cocks, sucking and fucking them until they unloaded their streams of cum.
Jamie was the fucker, not the bottom. Still, he'd been screwed a few times and had learned to relax and enjoy the feeling. But if he had his way he would stick to oral and the affection of being held. He liked rimming and being rimmed. He knew many guys loved to be fucked but most times he didn't look for it.
After a year of serious fooling around, Jamie had learned something about himself. Deep down he wanted a well-built, older man to take control, teach him, and give him love. This fantasy man would be tough and demand obedience. He would also be smart and sensitive. Put simply, Jamie wanted a daddy, a gentle giant.
Jamie also found he preferred black guys. In part, they were bigger and big muscular guys turned him on. Black guys generally, certainly not always, were better listeners.
