I first met William at a political fundraiser to which I was invited by a friend. It was a black tie affair so lots of well dressed dignitaries milling about. I was in my early 20s among a mostly mixed crowd, gender and racial, middle aged to elderly. Not being very social, I wished an early end to the evening but due to the fact that my friend gave me a ride I was forced to stick around. After a few drinks and some small talk with uninteresting politicians, I decided to hang near the bathroom to see if I could at least salvage the evening by cruising a hot man. There was one guy in particular that I thought looked at me longer than usual after I made eye contact. He was a portly man, middle aged, dark skinned black man with salt and pepper facial hair.
I figured eventually he would have to take a piss so I patiently waited for him to enter the bathroom, giving me the opportunity to cruise. When he finally passed me heading for the restroom, I gave him a nod which he returned. Unsure if he was just being polite or actually interested in me, I followed him in. Standing at the row of urinals I kept my distance enough to be discreet, but also catch a glimpse at his cock, and see if he would show signs of wanting to play. Back then, in the 1980s, urinals were not walled off so it was easy to cruise. After a long stream of piss, he stood upright, allowing his fat, long uncut cock to dangle freely so I could see it.
Unsure as to my next move, I nodded my head in approval, beginning to stroke my cock which was getting hard quick. Apparently uninterested, he zipped up and left, leaving me horny and wondering what just happened. No one had come in to interrupt us so I ruled that out. But not one to give up, I decided to continue the cruising, although carefully. By the proximity he kept to the mayor, and frequent conversation with him, I surmised that he was in his close circle. On occasion we would make eye contact and although he would not maintain it, I felt he was not being dismissive.
Finally, just as the gala was coming to a close, he hurriedly passed me, motioning his head to follow him. After going down two long, empty corridors, he stopped and opened a door, motioning for me to come in. We were in a large maintenance room, indicating to me that he knew his way around and had probably been here before. He immediately pulled out his cock. "Get on that shit," he mumbled.
Immediately I got on my knees and pulled his soft cock into my mouth, feeling the foreskin tickle the back of my throat as I worked my tongue around it. He held his hand on the back of my head, slowly pumping himself in and out of my mouth I loved the feel of his tight, wiry pubes against my face when he pushed himself all the way into my mouth.
"Fuck yeah," he whispered. "Got me a hungry faggot cocksucker here," he said in a deep voice. "You like that black cock in your mouth boy?" he asked.
I nodded my head in the affirmative, acknowledging his question. "Work that mouth, fuck yeah," he said, pumping himself in and out of me at a faster pace. His cock was now rock hard, easily filling my mouth but the wide girth was making it difficult to allow me to breathe freely. "You want that nut, bitch?" he asked as he rhythmically fucked my mouth. "Say it, bitch."
I slid off his cock, saying "yes," then enthusiastically went back to sucking his cock to let him know how turned on I was by his verbal aggression.
He suddenly smacked me on the side of my head, hard enough to get my attention but not so much to cause damage. "Look at me when you say that," he said, using his large hand to grasp my throat. While under normal circumstances I would be nervous and scared by his physical aggression, I figured him to be a top city official who would not want to make waves.
"I want your nut in my mouth," I said, looking into his beautiful, dark eyes. There's something about the connection two men make when they look directly at each other, especially when one has his holding his cock near his mouth.
"Open," he said clenching my cheeks. As I did, he bent down and spit in my mouth. "I'm gonna treat you like the faggot whore you are. Now get back on it."
I returned to blowing him for a short while before he had me stand up. "Turn around, let me see that ass." I did as he told, lowering my pants and underwear. I felt him inspect my ass. "You clean?" he asked.
"I'm not, sorry," I said grudgingly. If I had know the night would include possible fucking I certainly would have prepared.
"Just as well," he said, adjusting his clothes. When I turned around I noticed he had put himself back together. Before I could conclude that the night was over, he gave me hope.
"Gotta get back. But I'm definitely getting some of that ass tonight. Give me your number," he said pulling out his cell. After exchanging numbers, he left out, but not before introducing himself. "William here, check your texts," he said as he shut the door behind him.
The rest of the night dragged on as I anticipated meeting William again. I looked his direction several times but he ignored me, the tell tale sign of a down-low politician. About an hour later, just before the event was to close I received a text from him: "Same place, now."
Without delay, I went to the same room, opened the door and went in. He was not there yet which gave me time to contemplate what was the best way to present myself when he entered. I wanted to please this man badly. His authoritarian style was to my liking as I was discovering submissiveness was my natural sexual role.
Before I could decide I heard the door open, and William approached me, with the unmistaken look of sexual desire. He immediately began kissing me, his tongue eagerly making its way in while his hand reached behind me, inside my pants, finding my hole and fingering it. I remembered telling him that I was not clean, but he was careful not to go too deep as he explored my hungry hole.
"You know I'm fucking you good, right?" William asked after disengaging our kiss.
"Wish I was ready now," I said resolutely.
"Bitch, you coming by my place tonight, like right now," said William, squeezing my ass. "Alright, I'll be pulling up in about an hour. I'll text you the address but DO NOT come in through the front door, use the back entrance."
Before I could say anything, William left out, leaving me with several questions. But he seemed real and I definitely wanted to know more. Despite his conceitedness and lack of interest in anything that has to do with me, I found him exciting, particularly with an apparent strong libido. I looked for my friend to tell him I was leaving and going to take a cab, but he was nowhere to be found so I immediately rushed out.
Having enough time to first go home and prepare myself, I drove and pulled up near William's place an hour after leaving the event and waited for him to call. While I knew people in city government got paid decently, his place was impressively palatial. I waited for another hour before I was about to give up, then got his call.
