I am not gay but sometimes I have fantasies about sucking cock. This story is fiction and any resemblance to the characters in the story and those reading the story are purely coincidental.
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Shortly after college I landed a very good job at a local financial firm. I enjoyed working with figures so the job was not only up my alley, so to speak, but it also set me up for the future with a lot of money and knowledge about spending it wisely and saving it for the future when I had a family.
Also, planning for the future, I stayed in shape by working out a lot because it not only made me feel great but I also wanted to look my best when Miss Right came along.
My name is William McCoy. Friends all call me Bill, of course, and I am 32 years of age. I stand about 5'10" and weigh a solid 175 pounds. I love playing basketball at the local athletic club and I enjoy using the Olympic size swimming pool there. I have dated a few young ladies since I graduated from college but so far only one caught my fancy.
Her name is Alexus (Lexi) Wiliamson. Lexi stands about 5'9" and has a gorgeous body that I dream about all of the time. She has told me ever so nicely that she wanted to be a virgin when she gets married and I respected her wishes. It wasn't going to be easy, though, because she is not only beautiful and charming but she has a body to die for.
One Sunday evening in February I was bored watching the Super Bowl so I went to the athletic club where I work out. Of course with the game on TV, the club was nearly empty. I first went to the swimming pool to take a few laps to relax and before I knew it one hour had passed. I was just about to get out and leave to go home when another man, about 25 years of age, dove in. As I glanced at him from time to time I became in awe of his toned, smooth body.
"Hi," I said to him as he swam past me, "my name is Bill. Do you come here often?"
The young black man, who actually wasn't black at all but who had very nice chocolate brown skin, said hello to me and kept swimming. After swimming a few laps around the pool, he slowly returned to where I was leaning against the pool side.
"Hi. My name is David, David Stith. I come here every Sunday evening to get my laps in. I swim competitively and I have to keep in shape. I wasn't trying to shun you but I have a routine and I wanted to finish it."
"I understand fully and I wasn't thinking you weren't paying attention to me. You swim very well. Now I see why your body is so smooth. You shave your body to swim faster, right? You look great!" I said to him.
"Thank you. I appreciate the compliments," David said as he started to get out of the pool. "I don't like to spend too much time in the water so I'm getting out. I have a few other things to do here, like lifting weights. Please join me if you have time?"
"Sure, David, I would love to join you. Sunday evenings are usually slow for me and my schedule is empty," I said to him.
We toweled off and headed for the weight room, which was actually filled with a bunch of isometric machines and other types of exercise units but it was called a weight room nonetheless. . As we walked to the room David led the way and I was able to sneak a few peaks at his fine body. I had never had gay tendencies before but my dick was beginning to stir because what I was ogling was turning me on. I had always been a legman but always with girl's legs, but here I was getting excited over the fine, sexy legs of an African American man!
As if David knew my weakness, when we got to the room he immediately hopped onto a leg lift machine that showed off his fine sexy looking leg muscles as he did his exercises. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he lay there clad only in his tight spandex shorts. He had already taken off his top and his upper body was beautiful and muscular and he was beginning to sweat. His glistening chest and his powerful but sleek arms were a sight to see.
"You look as though you like what you see," he said to me.
"I do but how do you know that?" I asked him.
"I can see the bulge in your shorts. What else would that be from?" he said.
I was embarrassed that he noticed that and was humiliated that he mentioned it. I didn't know what to say at first. Then I said to him, "Actually I was thinking about my girlfriend. She's a blonde knockout! I'm going to marry that chick someday."
"Oh, I see," he said, but I could tell he wasn't buying what I said. "She must be some sexy looker for you to get that excited, if that's what REALLY got you excited."
"What else would it be, David? I am not gay and it's ridiculous for you to even suggest I'm turned on by your cock!" I exclaimed.
"I never said you were turned on by my cock, did I?" he asked. "That only tells me you were thinking about it. I think you are curious what this fine baby maker looks like."
"I was NOT thinking about," I said but I was getting nervous because he seemed to be reading my mind.
"Come on, Bill, be truthful! It's written all over your face," he said as it was clear David was enjoying having the upper hand in that discussion. "Here, look, it's about 9 inches long. Come here and take a peak," he continued as he rubbed it ever so gently as he lay on that weight bench.
"No, I said," I told him but I couldn't look him right in his eyes because we BOTH knew who had control. I then paused for a few moments as curiosity got the best of me and I said to him, "Is it really 9 inches long?"
"It's actually 9 and a HALF inches long when fully awake. And it's very smooth to the touch. And I like it a lot when someone, especially a white boy, touches it. Wanna try it?"
"Look, I have to go. I'm picking Lexi up soon so I must get going. Maybe some other time," I told him.
"There might not be another time. Don't leave without at least checking it out, touching it, maybe even licking it. You never know, you might really like it," David said as he reached his hand down and began to pull that lovely cock out of his swim trunks.
Oh, man, I thought, I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had a foxy, sexy blonde woman waiting for me and there I was trying to figure out if I wanted to go to her or stay with this handsome black hunk. "Look, I should go and call my girlfriend," I said as I kept staring at his dick. "But I don't know what to say."
"Look, man, you know damn good and well you don't want to leave here right now. What you really want to do is come over here and touch this fine hunk of black man. So go call her and tell her something came up and you can't see her tonight. You wouldn't be lying to her because as we see something DID come up!" David teased.
"What makes you so sure that I want to stay with you? How do you know I don't want to go see Lexi?" I asked.
David then said, "All I have to do is look at the bulge in your shorts and I know where your mind is. Now go call her!"
I pulled out my cell phone and called her and told her I couldn't see her that night because something came up, and as I was talking to her I remembered what David had said about something indeed had 'come up'. She was very understanding and told me we could get together another time.
"What did she say?" asked David when I went back to the weight room.
"She was very understanding," I said to him. "We'll get together tomorrow night."