This is the second part of Black Daddy at the Y, Chapter 7 where Robert flashbacks to playing college football in 1968. The hunky black man goes to bed with a white cheerleader born a male who knew she was a woman.
The two lay still for a while, taking a break. It was only about 5 p.m. Terry excused herself to go to the bathroom. Robert put on his pants and went to the kitchen. He found a bottle of red wine and poured a glass.
"Get me one too," said Terry. She was wearing a bathrobe and had washed her face. She went to Robert and hugged him as he poured. He handed her the glass and they toasted each other.
"Gallo, 1968. Only the best," Robert joked.
They hugged and he kissed her neck.
"You probably didn't think this would happen to you when you woke up this morning," Terry said.
"I'm glad it did," said Robert. "I'm not running away. Unless you want me to."
"I want you to stay. I want to learn who you are," said Terry.
She turned on some lights and they sat on the couch. Robert gave her a short bio.
He was raised in Washington, D.C., and was now in his second year of college with a football scholarship. Like many young men he was trying to avoid the draft.
"I might join a service rather than being drafted. Probably the Navy," said Robert. "Less chance I end up a grunt in Viet Nam. And I can take courses towards my degree.
"I bet you're curious about why I would even hook up with a boy. I look like the typical football jock, they're all straight, right?" said Robert. "But I've had some experiences with guys, not many. I think of myself as open minded sexually.
"Your turn. What do you do besides be a mystery girl?" he asked.
Terry said she wanted to be a dancer or entertainer. The cheerleading was related to that. She was taking drama and dance courses but knew she had to get out of her small town and get some training from people with more professional experience.
The thing that hung over her life was the accident of her birth, she said. She visited the Mayo Clinic to learn about getting a sex change operation. It was frightening, not to mention expensive. And she'd have to go through years of counseling before the Clinic would perform the operation.
"I know I'm a woman. I have to decide how I want to live my life," she said.
Robert kissed her. He respected her for the way she faced her unusual life.
"It's time to help you get rid of that massive thing," Terry said looking down at his semi-erect penis. She touched it, ran her finger around the head. She gripped it and jacked. "If I had a penis, I mean a big penis like this, I'd play with it all the time."
He spread his legs, giving her access to his entire package. She jacked him with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. Her snow-white hands stood out against his ebony phallus. She looked at the cock in a combination of awe and curiosity.
"Robert, I trusted you, right? I showed my body to you," said Terry. "I want you to trust me. I want to do something but you have to give me a few minutes to get ready. And you cannot laugh at me. Can you do that?"
"Of course."
She went to her bedroom and closed the door. He heard her opening and closing drawers. The door opened and her arm came out, holding a white jockstrap.
"You have to put this on," she said. "Turn down the lights and put on some soft music."
Robert followed her directions. He played with his cock a bit, keeping it semi-hard in the jock. The room was dim, but he thumbed through a book on the table, "The Sexual Other."
He was getting impatient when she called out, "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
The bedroom door opened. Terry came out slowly, building the tension.
She was wearing a girl's cheerleader outfit -- loose sweater, short skirt, white socks, and tennis shoes. They were her school's colors. She had put on some lipstick, mascara, blush. Not much, just enough to bring out her lovely blue eyes against the dark eyebrows and flawless white skin. She had combed her mid-length blonde hair into a bob that fell across her eyes.
Robert was surprised, then aroused. She was beautiful, more beautiful than the girl cheerleaders on her squad. He took her in. The skirt revealed white legs with a bit of muscle, the thighs tapering to strong calves. Her arms were thin and virtually hairless. Her firm bottom stuck out a bit from the pleated skirt.
Terry bounced to the center of the living room. She chanted a team cheer and moved her body in time, dancing with the rhythm, doing a full leg kick, moving her butt, raising her arms in time. She was adorable. And she knew her cheers.
He reached for her, but she danced away, teasing. Robert leaned back and his hand moved to the jock. He fondled his semi-erection. It stretched the fabric, pushing it out from his crotch. It looked like a big lump in the jock.
The naked ebony skin of his chest had a sheen of sweat, the room was getting warm. He noticed she was wearing a bra though she had the chest of a boy. Robert figured she wanted to complete the costume.
She stopped for a moment. "Do you like my fantasy?"
"Yes. Come here."
"Not yet," she said. She continued the routine, emphasizing her pert butt, sticking it out, flashing her white panties. She finished with her butt bent over in Robert's face.
He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. She was so sexy and cute at the same time. He lusted for her. He held her tight and buried his face in her neck, her blonde hair, his dark arms moved under her sweater and gripped her back close.
She was moving too, rubbing her groin against Robert's cock. They kissed. Then she stopped, trying to take control.
"Slow down baby. We have time," she said, breathlessly. "I'm not going anywhere."
Robert did as told. This was her game. He felt her weight on his jock-encased cock.
She moved off his lap and sat next to him. Her right hand caressed his chest. She gave his arm muscles butterfly kisses. She lowered her hand and fondled his stiff cock through the jock. He spread his legs.
"I told you I'd play with this if I could," she said, staring at the jock.
She moved the erection around, jacked it, squeezed it. His cock distended the jock, the head and shaft pushing hard against the fabric. Her fingers pinched the mushroom head. His cock got harder.
She slid her fingers under the cock and played with his sac. It was full despite the large cum he'd recently shot. He sighed. She moved her hand to grasp the shaft and squeeze it.
"Take it out baby," he said.
Holding the shaft, she reached with her left hand and lifted the side of the jock. She shifted the enormous hard on, trying to move it out of the pouch. The head popped free, swollen, purple. She kept tugging and the shaft was out, jet black and full against the white jock and her pink hand.
She gently petted the shaft with her soft hand and a drop of precum formed on the tip. With her finger she spread it around the head, then licked her finger.
"Shit, you are hot," breathed Robert. There was nothing phony about her. She loved his cock, and that turned him on even more.
Terry took the shaft in her hand and pointed it to her mouth. She swallowed the head and sucked. Robert sighed with pleasure. She spent several minutes sucking him, moving her head up and down, sighing in pleasure, generating saliva, and getting the fat black cock wet. The two listened to the splosh, splosh sound of wet cock sucking.
She sat up, took hold of the jock, lifted it, and pulled his balls out, so his cock and balls lay against his thigh. She looked into his eyes. "I look at your cock and all I can think is 'Wow,'" she said.
"Move over," she said, pushing him to the side of the couch. That gave her room to lie down on her stomach with her head in his lap. She lifted his balls and took them in her mouth. Robert lifted his crotch and spread his legs to give her better access.
She inhaled his cock and ball scent and tasted the sweat and cum. It made her delirious. She mouthed his balls them turned her head sideways and licked his shaft. She tongued it all the way up to its tip, licking under the head and taking in the precum that was starting to drip.
