The Shower Stall

I refrained from sucking cock for the past five years. Until last week that is. I didn’t want to I just couldn’t help it anymore. Before I met my beautiful and loving wife, I was mostly straight but occasionally got it on with guys or trannies. It wasn’t a problem to not sleep with other women but I still had that urge now and then for a big dick in my mouth, or even up my ass. I controlled it from the day I met my wife until last Thursday.

My wife left that morning for a long weekend with her parents. I love my wife and like spending time with her but I was looking forward to having the apartment to myself for the weekend. It seemed like a great opportunity to get my favorite takeout, binge watch shows and watch football all day on Sunday. And of course surf some porn and crank it as many times as I could, I’m addicted to black man on white women porn and the occasional tranny fucking a man, reminds me of the old days!

On the way home from work, I had an idea that would put a cherry on top of the weekend. I stopped at an adult store and bought a large vibrating dildo to shove up my ass. I hadn’t even done that in probably over two years. It was always embarrassing to buy one. I wish I could just buy one and keep it, but clearly I’d rather suffer the embarrassment of purchasing it rather than have my wife find it.

When I got home I got naked, showered and scrubbed my ass as deep as I could. I then began to search all of my favorite porn, black guys fucking L white or asian women, guys gangbanged by trannies, cosplay and more. It’s basically the type of porn that you would think would appeal to an outwardly masculine but secretly bi young white guy.

I sat naked at the computer looking through the free porn tubes for the perfect video to start my weekend. I settled on a tiny blonde chick getting pounded by three huge black cocks. I played the video and started to lube up my new toy and my puckered secretly loose little hole. The plan was to get hard and then fuck myself with the dildo until I came. I actually don’t need to stroke my cock, I can achieve an anal orgasm.

When I was fully erect, I put my feet up on the desk, leaned back and began to insert the eight or so inch long plastic penis into my ass. My right hand was under my right leg pushing it deeper inside my cavity. I went slowly at first, no matter how many times my anus was penetrated, the first insertion is always a bit painful. After a minute or so, I had all eight, thick inches inside me.

With my right hand, I worked the dildo in and out a bit. It had been a while since anything was up my ass and it felt amazing. I had my feet up on the desk and was slumped a bit in the chair, butt naked of course. My hard cock was flopping around in every direction as I worked that dildo in my ass. It felt so amazing in fact that I made a decision that left me racked with guilt and worry the past week. I decided I was going to try to find a guy to fuck me in the ass.

I took the phallus out of my ass before I came. I knew if I spooged, I would lose the urge to play with another man and just watch tv. Still naked and hard, and so excited by the thought, I started trolling the free gay hook-up boards. I sent a few responses but then I had a thought. Before I met my wife, on those really horny nights when I just needed some cock, I met a guy that told me how he used to get guys in gym locker rooms. He told me exactly how do it and at which locations where it was common and acceptable, well at least a blind eye was turned toward it.

I belonged to a popular chain that had many locations in predominantly gay areas throughout New York City. So I got myself ready and headed to a Chelsea location that was only about 15 minutes from my house. When I got to the gym, about 10 p.m. last Thursday night, I was so horny I felt I was going to explode.

As I walked to locker room the scene was perfect. It was pretty empty but a few attractive guys were working out. There was not a woman in the whole place. I went into the locker room, excited to see what else was the menu, but the pickings were better on the floor. There was one guy in there, an older guy whose flaccid penis was covered in hair and seemed quite small. I wasn’t even sure if he was in the market.

I changed and went out onto the floor. I dicked around with some dumbbells, doing a couple of upper arm sets. I am quite good looking, stylish blonde hair, close cropped beard, very well defined upper body and a California-surfer looking face. I wore a tight tank top and spandex to show off my bulge. I’m not huge, but I have a slightly above average 6 inch or so package that even when soft, does protrude from my bicycle shorts.

A few guys were checking me out by making mirror eye contact. A little out of practice, coupled with some guilty feelings and the excitement of getting some dick for the first time in years, made me a little sheepish. But I did return some of the glances. After a few sets of dumbbells, I settled on a hot looking Italian guy that also appeared to be in his early 30’s.

I waited for him to go into the locker room. He had thrown me a few glances. I waited a minute or two in case I was mistaken before going inside myself. I stupidly choose a locker in the row closest to the entrance, so I didn’t have the opportunity to naturally surveil the whole locker room before getting naked and heading to the showers.

To not be awkward, I went directly to my locker and began to take off my clothes. I was thinking to myself what I wanted, do I want to suck cock, get fucked, I would let someone suck me but I was really in the mood to take dick. I was also thinking that I’m not fucking without a condom, but should I suck a bareback penis?

While I was getting undressed, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that I was being watched by a man on the same row, across the aisle. He was a hulking black stud, at least 6’6″, and he was in a pair of tight white briefs. I had seen him on the floor benching hundreds of pounds. I had never been with any black persons before though, and he did not seem to notice me when we were working out. But now I felt he was staring me down.

I looked over at him and we locked eyes. He had an intense stare to say the least. After a few seconds, while looking me dead in the eye, he pulled down his briefs to present the biggest cock I had ever seen. I mean In its natural state it was bigger than any erect penis I ever encountered. My breathing became a bit shaky and I diverted my eyes down to his cock. I have to admit I stared for more than what would be considered a polite amount of time pondering. He clearly wanted to fuck me but I was unsure at this point. Did I want the pretty Italian to fuck me or this huge black beast?

I finally looked away and stood up. I was three quarters hard as I shut my locker. My heart was beating fast. I wanted to walk naked through the locker room, but I needed to walk close to this black beast to get to the aisle. I didn’t want to commit, I would have preferred to have the hot Italian guy fuck me. So I wrapped myself in a towel, grabbed a condom and passed him without making eye contact. I was excited to get fucked but a bit nervous that I was committed to taking a monstrous black schlong up my ass. As I walked down the aisle though, I felt his intense gaze upon me.

The way it worked in the Chelsea gyms is that you picked a shower stall across from an empty one. If you were looking for some action you simply didn’t draw the curtain. As I walked past the rows of lockers I finally saw the Italian guy. When we made eye contact he smiled. He was stripped down to his underwear and I think waiting for me to pass. I didn’t break stride and choose the last shower stall on the left, it was the most private and luckily available, as was the one directly across from it.

I entered the stall and turned on the water. I waited for it to get hot. I was so excited and nervous. I was hoping to get fucked by the Italian guy but two thoughts were running through my head. First, I was pretty sure but not totally sure that he wanted to fuck me and second, the huge black dude may enter the stall across the way. I was debating about what I would do if that happened. I mean I was really intrigued by the thought of getting split open by his monstrous cock, but he was so intimidating.

I stood next to stream with my hand out. I was still testing the water that was already the perfect temperature, As it allowed me to see the stall across the way peripherally. After a moment or so, the black man entered, turned on the water and stared intensely at me. I quickly turned toward my shower head and debated what to do. Could I go through with this?

I stood under the shower, enjoying the warm water and the intense feeling. It was crazy. The thrill of just getting fucked in a public shower was exciting yet nerve racking enough. This was coupled with the fact that a huge black beast may the person that was about to fuck me. It is hard to explain the feelings and thoughts I was having, but the butterflies were swirling around my stomach and I knew that if I turned around, there was no going back. I was going to at least have to suck his big dick. That’s when I decided, I’ll turn around, make eye contact, and suck his cock but not let him fuck me.

This conclusion took about two minutes to come to and when I turned around, the man was just outside my stall. His close proximity startled me but I quickly put on a nervous smile. I noticed he hadn’t showered yet and was still covered in sweat. As I went to speak he grabbed me by my throat, pulled me forward out of the water, and slammed me against the side of the stall. He then bent down and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

I’m not a little guy and I’m strong. I’m just over six feet, but this powerful man pinned me against the wall effortlessly. Really having no other choice, I kissed him back and pressed my pelvis forward so that our cocks were touching. My also nice sized, reasonably thick six inch penis was dwarfed by his massive member. We made out and rubbed cocks for a short clip and then he took my hand and guided towards his ungodly penis. I’ll never forget grabbing it for the first time. It was like grabbing someone’s forearm.

I have to admit, I got really turned on really fast. He had a handsome face and a thick beard. His wide spread eyes where very white against his dark complexion. He must have been at least 250 lbs of pure hulking muscle. His biceps were at least 17 inches. The roughness of his beard against my face and the power with which he was holding me and kissing me made me feel helpless. As a submissive bi-sexual, I had yearned for this feeling but never quite achieved it. I was never with anyone nearly this powerful. I really felt like a woman and it was exciting.

Nearly erect, but still not fully, I stroked that monster with my right hand. It was very sweaty and the man overall had a very masculine musky odor to him. It made the situation that much hotter, I fantasized that I was a little white girl and all I wanted was to please that big black cock. He withdrew his tongue from my mouth, releasing the back of my head from the shower stall wall which I was helplessly pinned up against. He then grabbed the back of my hair and started forcing me to my knees.

I quickly grabbed a towel to kneel on but he kicked it to the side. He wanted me to kneel directly on the tiles. I also realized that a condom was not going to happen. He forced me quite effortlessly to the ground and now I really had the chance to behold all ten plus inches of his now fully-erect big black cock. I didn’t have much time to admire it though as I felt him force my head forward. I opened my mouth and hoped for the best.

He fucked my face brutally. Not only was he forcing my head down his shaft, but he was also thrusting his cock down my throat. I was drooling, gagging, trying to keep my teeth from scraping that beer-can thick shaft. I didn’t want to upset him. I was tearing and my cheeks began to hurt, but I was actually enjoying every second. After all, I was there to be used so the thought of this sweaty black dick being forced down my throat was making me super horny.

Having no control was adding to the thrill. I still was unsure about him fucking my ass though as I was pretty sure he wouldn’t plan to wear a condom, and the one I had would not fit. So I decided to try to make him cum in my mouth. I really worked that tennis ball-sized cock tip with my lips, and used my saliva and his sweat as lube as I worked the shaft with both hands.

I worked that monster for a few minutes. I really wanted him to cum. I was nervous about getting fucked and the blow job was so hot. Also I figured, if I didn’t cum I could have another guy fuck me and I would have both memories to jack off to before another opportunity to be with men presented itself. I gagged, and slobbered and jerked on it for a few minutes, but he still had not cum.

Then it happened. He pulled me up quickly by my hair and flung me around effortlessly. He was nearly six inches taller than me, and he had me pinned to the wall with his muscular forearm across the top of my back. I wouldn’t have been able to move if I wanted to, if my life depended on it. He reached over to the shampoo and got a few squirts in his hand to lube me up. He roughly reached between my cheeks and started rubbing the shampoo on my asshole. I spread my legs to allow him deeper access and a finger or two would intermittently slip inside me, it felt great. He then got some more shampoo to lube his giant fuck stick.

I had no control. I wasn’t going to scream, I was going to let it happen, and I wanted it to happen. I had only let a few guys that I was very comfortable with ever cum inside me. I was concerned and nervous, about STDs, as well as the pain of taking a ten inch monster up my butt that had not been fucked in years. But I was so excited as well. So I accepted the situation and embraced it (and braced for it!)

As he readied himself to enter me I turned my head to the side and said, “rape me, fuck me hard, but please be gentle on the first few strokes.”

I think he smiled, and he complied with my request to some degree. Still pinning me against the wall with his forearm, I felt the head of his throbbing mushroom head against my puckered wanting asshole. I spread my legs a bit more, looked down, closed my eyes, and braced for the first few strokes. I knew they would be painful, his dick had to be three inches longer and thicker than any I ever took, but I had no idea.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I exclaimed in mostly pain and some pleasure as he pushed himself all the way inside me. He didn’t ram me but he didn’t exactly go slow. I had a shooting pain in my ass that was moving up through my stomach as he kept pushing that long shaft deeper and deeper inside me for the first time. I had no idea my ass was that deep, I took it all the way to the base! The pain was not as bad as he slid it back out of my now gaping canal, but it was close. The second thrust came with pain as well but to a lesser extent. By the time he pumped me four or five times, it was euphoric. I said to him, “fuck me hard, use me.”

That is exactly what he did. He fucked my relatively tight ass raw for about five minutes. My moans were audible as was the slapping noise our bodies made every time he fully entered me. I looked down, so many thoughts were running through my head. I temporarily forgot about my worries of barebacking, I was thinking that I want to stay in this shower stall all weekend getting fucked by every closet case and out-in-the-open-gay in the city!

It was so intense my dick was not fully erect, it was in a weird state, mostly firm but not totally. He fucked me with such powerful thrusts that each time our bodies slammed into each other my floppy cock would fly up and slap my lower abdomen. I was trying not to cum first but that didn’t work. That superhuman erection was hitting every g-spot and other spot in my anus, my body was tingling. A few minutes into pummeling my ass the orgasm came. I controlled the volume of my shriek but I imagine most of the locker room heard it. My body shook as my load shot quickly all over the wall and then continued to dribble out of the tip of my penis as he mercilessly buried his manhood in my boy hole.

I don’t know about most people, but after I cum I just want to get back to watching TV. My thoughts totally change. I go from an incredible horn dog trolling locker rooms for cock to wanting to just veg out. I no longer wanted to hang around and get fucked all night by strange men, and I felt really guilty about cheating on my wife. And the worry about if this man is clean set back in, but I had to let him finish. I actually had no choice. I did have an idea though, so I said to him, “cum in my mouth, please I want it,” in the hopes that he wouldn’t cum inside my ass bareback.

He didn’t react at all. I had said it low as we were in public. He just kept fucking my now energy-sapped body. Maybe he hadn’t heard it I thought? So I said it louder. I didn’t care who heard. I am pretty sure he heard it the second time, but he clearly ignored it. I could feel he was close to climaxing. His legs were shaking at that point and he moved his forearm from my back and out both hands on my hips. He pulled me back a little bit and I was now bent over. His thrusts became slower and more deliberate, I decided I was at least going to enjoy the moment.

His explosion was an experience I will never forget. As I mentioned, I’ve only had a few men cum in my ass anyway, and they were small-to-average sized. I was so filled up with cock that I could really feel the sensation of his seamen as it squeezed out of his penis and tried to find any possible crevasse in my fully stuffed hole. I clearly felt four spurts and he continued for a few pumps after he deposited his load inside me. The sound was intense as he continued to fuck my freshly cummed-in ass. It wasn’t a fart sound but close, maybe more like mixing tuna fish with a lot of mayo. He continually squished the cum back into my hole with each thrust. When he was finally satisfied, he pulled out slowly and I could hear a decent amount of seamen splatter on the floor. When I stood up, more was dripping from my ravaged asshole down the back of my leg.

He let me stand up straight and turn around. I was surprised. His face changed. He was smiling and looking at me like a human being, not a faggot cum dumpster or jailhouse shower rape victim. He took a step towards me and kissed me deeply again. He even grabbed my now mostly soft penis.

“Did you like that,” he said with a smile as he twiddled my cock. “You weren’t sure you could handle it, but you wanted it,”

I smiled and replied, “um, yeah, exactly, I’m, I mean you are amazing.”

“So you want to come home with me white boy, or do you have to go back to your wife now?”‘ He offered than inquired.

“How did you know?” I asked confused.

He laughed. “You know how many pretty white boys with wives come here for dick, please,” he replied laughing.

I feigned a laugh too. It usually takes me about 30 minutes to get horned up again, I wish it took less because it was actually a nice moment. He was tenderly fiddling with my penis and he was quite attractive. But the situation was really intense, my horniness had been fucked out of me, and I was thinking about my wife and if he was clean, I really just wanted to go home. I did however ask:

“Do you mind if I ask, um your clean, right?”

The man laughed. “I love you white boys, especially the ones with wives. When you want the dick, you do anything, just like white girls, but then you worry when you are done,” he replied with a smile.

I smiled back figuring he wasn’t going to set my mind at least somewhat at ease. But then he said, “probably, but maybe you get a test before you stick this little thing back in your wife,” as he gently squeezed my soft penis.