When I moved with my girlfriend Katie to Los Angeles we were looking forward to new things and new adventures. I had in mind stuff like hiking, rock climbing, going to the beach. Maybe seeing the sights, or going out at night more than before. We lived in DC before this and nightlife sucked. We were both good looking and fit and wanted to have fun. But I wasn't ready just for how our life and our sex life was about to change, and neither was she.
Katie is the hottest girlfriend I've had and we lived together five months. She is 25 and I am 27. We both have light brown hair and blue eyes, but her hair is lighter than mine and of course longer. She wears it down almost to the small of her back. She has an amazing figure because she's a dancer and swimmer. Not really an ounce of fat a big full and firm ass. She's got long elegant legs and a thin waist. She's a stereotypical "hot babe." She's about 5'7 and 120 lbs. She turns many heads when we go out and is getting a nice tan lately. I'm Greg, I'm taller than her at about 5'10, boyish handsome face (so I'm told) and a toned, fit body from the gym and rock climbing.
Katie and I love sex of course. And being young, fit and good looking we can't get enough of each other. We'd have sex just about every night and sometimes twice a day on days off from work. I'm in public relations and advertising and she's a grad student in evolutionary biology. I couldn't get enough of her tight, moist wet pussy, and she'd moan and scream while I plugged her with my seven inch dick. She loved to be vocal, to ask for more, and to get thrown around during sex. She was insatiable, maybe more than me, and almost wore me out fucking my brains out.
I decided to switch gyms because a new state-of-the-art place opened up in a better location with better hours. It was during my second week at the new gym that I first noticed Kyle. He was hard to miss. Everyone guy or girl looked at him when he walked in. He stood a little taller than me at around 6'2 jacked and muscular. Not gross like a steroid freak or something, but perfectly proportioned V-taper, broad shoulders, with every muscle well-defined. He moved like an athlete, which I would find soon enough he was. He was a new personal trainer at the gym but was also training for MMA. He has since competed in MMA and has done quite well. He has dark chocolate skin and his face was very good looking, I'd say close to what Michael B. Jordan looks like but maybe more rugged and more of an edge.
Kyle was wearing a black and yellow tank top that really showed off his arms, the sides of his chest and his body. He really stood out. He seemed friendly enough I guess, it's not like we spoke at first. I was a bit preoccupied watching him work out, his defined, dark muscles flexing and contracting, until I snapped out of it and went about my own workout. I did notice him talk to a number of other clients at the gym, and he definitely got a lot of attention from the girls and women there, many of who no doubt had boyfriends or husbands. I found this funny.
Over the next few weeks against my better judgment my preoccupation with Kyle grew. We never really became friends or talked much but I found out from talking to him that he was only 21 and had recently started out as a personal trainer. At first I was not surprised but still taken aback and very impressed by the number of very hot white girls he scored at the gym. It was everyone from college girls to cougars in their 30's and early 40's, blondes to brunettes. It was almost every day that I saw him either chat up a hot babe, get in the car to go home with one (I usually left the gym very late when it closed) or come in with another. His success was impressive to say the least.
What really grabbed my attention was his physique and body, and the look of his muscles flexing and contracting. I tried not to stare too much but there was something about Kyle that just made me look. He didn't care he was used to being the center of attention. But something about his lean, sweaty, muscular body working out made him look like a beast, and I kept looking at him. There was also an edge to the dude. Kyle seemed to have a presence that just screamed "badass." He was not quite a thug but definitely had a thuggish, dangerous edge and swagger. He seemed a little absent and arrogant too when we chatted about workouts or whatever. But this made me respect him more.
What really got to me was one day in the locker rooms when I saw him come out of the showers. It was the first time I saw him naked, and it nearly took the wind out of me. I had seen his body while he was working out of course and I even saw him shirtless once, but it was nothing like this. His entire body seemed sculpted from black obsidian. It was defined muscle on muscle, all lean and perfectly proportioned. The water on his wet skin glistened off of Kyle's black dark chocolate chest, and it made his eight-pack abs stand out. And there in the middle of two powerful, sculpted thighs was his huge dick: it hung perfectly straight in the middle of his strong body, at least seven or eight inches soft, thick, and dark. It was mesmerizing. I had to snap myself out of it.
Since I'm not gay and I never ever thought I was, that experience confused me. I tried not to think about it. Things changed after that time in the locker room between Kyle and me. I think I could detect an arrogant smirk or stare on his face as he saw me gape at his cock, before I stopped myself. After that Kyle became more arrogant and remote whenever we interacted, and when I talked to him a couple of times he seemed almost dismissive. I guessed that I had made a fool of myself staring and I didn't want him to think I was a fag any more than he already did, so I decided to leave it alone.
Something else happened when I saw him naked the first time. I went home and played around with Katie for half the night. She remarked how turned on I was the whole time, and actually I insisted Blacked play in the background. We both really went at each other. Images of Kyle's perfect body and his stand-offish, dangerous swagger flashed through my mind while I fucked Katie and looked at the black studs and white girls on the screen. It had passed through my mind before, sure, but I think this is the first time I realized I was actively fantasizing about a black guy, Kyle in this case, fucking my girlfriend. I wasn't really completely comfortable with this, and found it weird that I kept thinking about his amazing body, and of him with Katie while I was fucking her.
Katie noticed the change too.
"Hmm baby that was great," she whispered. She ran her fingernails on my chest. "What got you so worked up?"
I looked down and admired Katie's incredible dancer body, and her sultry blue eyes and sexy hair, now sticking to the side of her sweaty face after our exertions. I couldn't believe I had this hot girl I was fucking but had been fantasizing the whole time about Kyle plugging her tight pink pussy.
"I'm crazy for that dancer ass, Kate," I said. And I was but if I had to admit, that wasn't the whole reason I was worked up that day.
"OK" she said and started licking my neck. "But Greg, please, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
I was a bit taken aback by her question. I asked her what she meant. She pointed out that for the last two weeks I had been "more excited" than usual, which made me chuckle.
She also pointed out that we had been watching Blacked nearly every time we had sex for the last two weeks. Shit! I realized only now that she was right. I didn't say anything.
"Ummm," she purred in my ear. "So, you know, you can tell me anything, right?" She looked me in the eye. "You can tell me anything that's on your mind baby, it sounds hot, don't hold out on me," she smiled and nibbled at my neck and ear.
Katie didn't like where she worked out so actually soon she switched to my gym as well. It was only a matter of time before she too ran into Kyle. I was there to see it. I had never mentioned him to her. But like most people who saw him, she was taken aback. I could see her looking at him work out and stretch and put that amazing body on display, just like I had. I saw her looking from far away when she didn't think I could see her. Kyle saw us together that day, looked Katie up and down and I think I could see him smirk at me. A few days later I saw him chatting with Katie when I came back from the bathroom and she was waiting for me. I didn't ask what they had talked about but that night she really tore into me. Blacked was playing in the background.
They didn't really chat again but that ritual continued for the next week. We'd go to the gym. She'd see him, I'd see him, we'd come back and fuck each others' brains out with Blacked videos playing. For his part Kyle mostly ignored us. But it seemed that he was getting cockier. Smirking me at me and stuff like that. One time after a few sets he walked near and brushed right into me, pushing me aside. Weirdly enough, instead of getting mad or saying something, my dick twitched, and images of him with Katie flashed through my mind. He was freshly sweaty and his smell was intoxicating.
I tried to snap myself out of it. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't like where this was heading. But I was powerless to stop it. We all knew where this was heading.
A few days later after a particularly hot session with Katie she said
"I can see why you've been watching this stuff baby."
