Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2013 17:41:56 -0800
From: tball101@hotmail.com
Subject: The Accidental Cruiser  - Chapter One

This story is pure fiction, inspired by a recent event at the gym ;)

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The Accidental Cruiser  - Chapter One

It all happened innocently enough. I was in the shower at the gym when I
turned around and accidentally stared a little too long at another guy's
penis.

Well, actually it wasn't just any old penis – I mean, I've seen plenty
of those in my life.

No, this was the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen. It was black, as
thick as a beer can, with a head that looked to be the size of an apple and
it hung like a veiny rubber hose at least six or seven inches SOFT.

I mean, how could I NOT look? We all check out other guy's equipment in the
shower occasionally, right? That's just normal.

But there was nothing normal about this cock – it was literally the
biggest dick I've ever seen – and it was attached to a 6'3" ripped,
black stud showering across the way from me.

"How you doing?" he said in a friendly tone and shot me a little wink as he
soaped up his massive junk - almost looking like he was doing it for my
benefit.

"Good man, good", I said nonchalantly as I quickly turned my back, finished
up and got the hell out of there.

That was weird...

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Okay, so a little background. I'm not some gay dude who gets off on perving
guys in the shower.

As a matter of fact I'm not gay at all.

I mean, sure, I thought about what it would be like to be with a guy just
out of curiosity now and then, but I never even came remotely close to
seeking out gay sex.

I was attracted to girls my whole life and loved having sex with them.
Being a good-looking guy, I also never had any trouble getting laid.

My name is Jared. I'm 24, white, around 5'9", 160lbs and extremely fit.

I've been an athlete my whole life and finished my college career at
Middlebury College in my home state of Vermont as the captain of my
school's cycling team.

I have a lean, strong body with glutes, thighs and an ass that the chicks
seem to love – cycling in the Green Mountains will do that for a guy.

I have a pretty fair complexion, on the dirty blond side and people have
told me I kind of look like Drew Brees.

I had just recently moved to Los Angeles to be with my smoking hot
girlfriend Cheryl.

We met at Middlebury. She was also a New Englander but she wanted to pursue
her dream of being an actress and moved to LA. I followed her around ten
months later not knowing what the hell I would do in LA, but knowing that I
wanted to be with her.

She was too hot to let go. She's a sweet little brunette, with a Jennifer
Lawrence type of look. She's a perfectly proportioned 5'5" with a kicking
tight body and a really high sex drive.

We were great together. The sex was super hot - she loved to give head and
get fucked doggy style – and we were like best friends on a new
adventure in a new city. It was an exciting time.

Our relationship picked up where we left off after graduating and I moved
in with her in a little apartment in West Hollywood.

Needless to say, being a born and bred Vermonter, there was a little
culture shock...

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Okay, so in case you don't know, West Hollywood is the GAY section of LA.
For me, it was sort of like moving to Mars. I had never seen so many gay
guys in my life.

Gay businesses, gay clubs, gay restaurants, gay bars – it was all around
us.

Being from Vermont - I pride myself on my liberal and open views and
certainly would never want to be accused of being homophobic. So I took it
all in stride – fascinated by this new world and the sheer number and
variety of good-looking guys who seemed to look pretty straight but who
were out dancing and kissing other dudes.

Of course, the gym Cheryl and I joined was predominantly gay.

I saw guys eyeballing me all the time, shooting me looks and smiles,
obviously trying to feel me out.

I would just smile back and keep my distance trying to act as disinterested
as possible. I mean, I wanted to be nice but I didn't want to give anyone
the wrong idea.

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I had seen the guy in the shower before. He was a regular and always seemed
to be there around the same time of day as me, playing basketball with his
posse of three or four other black dudes.

Now, these guys did not seem gay at all. As a matter of fact, if they
weren't in the heart of boy's town, I would never have questioned their
sexuality. They all seemed very macho and alpha – unlike a lot of the
other guys in WeHo who were obvious flamers.

He seemed like the leader of the group and was built like a brick shit
house.

He was also very handsome, with sort of a Cam Newton look, with the same
type of medium afro with some twists.

We had acknowledged each other occasionally with the polite straight "guy"
nod as we passed but that was it.

I had never encountered him in the shower until that day.

Now I found that in addition to being tall, handsome and ripped – this
guy was packing a MONSTER penis. I couldn't help but be impressed and to be
honest, in a little awe.

I was more than a little embarrassed at getting caught staring at his dick
so I kept to myself and got dressed fast.

I made a beeline out the front door and got the hell out of there.

I walked maybe half a block when I heard a deep, masculine voice come from
over my shoulder, "Hey man, what's your hurry?"

I turned to see the shower guy walking beside me.

"Oh, hi, uh yeah, just heading home", I said nervously never slowing down.

"That's cool, what you up to today?" he said in a friendly tone.

I decided to stop and have a conversation – after all, I didn't want to
be rude.

I turned to face shower man and was struck yet again with what a handsome
specimen he was. He was simply dressed in a tight T-shirt and jeans but
believe me, he wore them well.

His 6'3" frame towered over my 5'9" and he smiled sweetly down at me.

"I'm D," he said holding out his hand. "How you doin'?"

"I'm good", I said as his huge hand engulfed mine. "I'm Jared."

He smiled again. "Well, I'm glad to finally catch up with you man, I've
been seeing you around. You looking good."

"Um, thanks, yeah. You too man." I said, sounding way too nervous.

"Cool, cool," he said with a little urban drawl. "So what you up to? You
got something to do?"

"Uh, no, I'm just going to go home to eat I guess." I answered somewhat
truthfully. Why didn't I mention I was going to home to eat with my
girlfriend?

"You wanna come kick it with me? I can give you something to eat," he said
with a sly smile and a little tug on his white belt. Those tight jeans
weren't leaving much to the imagination – his dick was clearly tucked to
the right. Shit, I looked again.

I quickly looked backed up to his smiling face. I was stunned, not knowing
what to say or do.

Looking back to this moment I can only marvel at how many thoughts and
conflicting emotions can be processed by the human brain in a millisecond.

I knew I couldn't go have sex with this guy – after all, Cheryl was
waiting for me at home and I wasn't gay.

But why would I have any hesitation to just tell this guy to fuck off? Why
wasn't I pissed?

And why was my heart beating out of my chest and my cock as hard as a rock
in my pants?

And why was I fooling myself about the answer?

Fuck! I wanted to have sex with this guy! I wanted to check out that big
black cock. I wanted to suck his cock.

I just couldn't do it...

"Um, I'm sorry man, um, but I'm not gay." I said sounding almost
apologetic.

His expression changed to one of shock. "Oh shit, man, I'm sorry!" he said
sincerely. "My bad, my bad! I'm sorry!"

"That's okay man, it's cool," I said with a smile, trying my best to let
him off the hook.

"Oh, shit! I thought we had like a thing in the shower," he said covering
his face momentarily in embarrassment. "You know when you were checking me
out."

Well, he had me there.

I gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry about that, but that dick of yours is
hard ignore" I said, immediately wishing I didn't and averted my eyes.

"Ha, yeah, that's cool, that's cool" he laughed. "I get it all the time
J. Guess I just got my signals crossed this time. Thought you were
interested."

"Hehe, yeah that's okay," I said nervously as I looked up to notice his
eyes glued to my bulging crotch – it was pretty obvious I was aroused.

He rubbed his chin and kind of shook his head and let out a sigh, "Hmmm,
well okay then."

He made eye contact and shot me a little wink like he did in the shower.

"Thanks for being cool man, really sorry `bout that" he said as he gave me
an urban hand shake/palm slide.

"That's cool D, no sweat". I was really trying hard to sound hip.

He shrugged his massive shoulders and gave me the cutest "I'm sorry"
expression. "Aight, you take care J. Thanks for being so cool. Guess it was
just wishful thinking."

"You too D, take care," I said as we fist bumped and he turned and walked
away.

"Hope you don't mind me sayin' but I think you're hot," he said with one
last wink and walked away.

My heart was palpitating, my face was flushed and my head was practically
spinning as I turned to walk away. Did that incredible Adonis just tell me
he thought I was hot?

I was so incredibly turned on I momentarily considered turning around and
going after him, but I couldn't do it. I was too scared and shaken up. I
had never experienced anything like this in my life.

What the hell just happened? I'm not gay. But why was I so aroused and why
couldn't I stop thinking about his handsome face, his incredible physique
and his humungous dick.

I tried to calm myself down as best I could on the walk home but I was an
emotional wreck. I was glad I did the "right thing", but there was no
denying the fact that what I really wanted had nothing to do with moral
correctness.

I was aghast and totally turned on at the same time. My cock barely got
soft all the way home as I just kept replaying images of his cock and the
thought of it in my mouth over and over again in my mind.

Needless to say, that evening I was distracted and quieter than usual with
Cheryl.

She didn't seem to notice and wasted no time in getting revved up when we
went to bed.

I watched as she got between my legs and proceeded to give me a great
slutty blowjob.

That was one thing that always turned me on about Cheryl –she really
seemed to love sucking my 7" cock. She would really get into it and start
saying things like "nice cock" and making yummy sounds as she tasted my
pre-cum. When she sensed I was getting close, she would build up to a fever
pitch, practically squealing with delight as I shot my load down her
throat, her milking out every drop and invariably finishing by saying,
"that was good."

As I watched her work my pole with her luscious lips, I couldn't help but
fantasize about me being in her position sucking D's massive tool, getting
all slutty for that black stud.

Fueled by my D inspired fantasies I came in record time and as usual she
swallowed with gusto and milked me dry.

Once she got me recharged I fucked her from behind for a good long time –
she always blew me first so I would last longer fucking her. I loved it as
she yelled for me to fuck her harder and faster until she had a screaming
orgasm – thoughts of sucking D's cock again furnishing me with a steel
hard erection.

I fell asleep that night wondering if I'd ever get those thoughts out of my
head.

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My encounter with D changed everything.

Everyday as I walked the streets of WeHo, my perception of the surroundings
was inalterably shifted from the general disinterest of a straight guy to
the heightened awareness the "gay" world around me.

I was suddenly keenly aware of all the guys checking me out.

I also realized that as I watched them check me out I was also checking
them out.

There were so many good-looking guys who were so open and happy about being
gay.

During the day, I saw guys having intimate lunches at sidewalk cafes. At
night, I saw them hugging and kissing through the windows of the gay bars
on Santa Monica Blvd.

As much as it made me sick to my stomach, I wanted to know more about this
world.

I searched my soul for answers to my newfound fascination. I never had
feelings like this before, I thought.

But if I was honest with myself, I knew the thought of sucking a dick had
crossed my mind in the showers many times during my athletic career.

As an athlete I was always an admirer of the male figure. I told myself it
was professional interest. I remembered that I always was most impressed
with the few black athletes I had encountered, having a fascination with
the ripped black male physique often wishing I could look like that.

I, of course, shrugged it off as normal curiosity. In my somewhat sheltered
jock life in Vermont, it was taboo and not cool. It was gay.  You didn't
want to be a fag.

But in West Hollywood, it was not only all around me, it was okay and
accepted.

Bumping into D at the gym on an almost daily basis didn't help me repress
my burgeoning desires.

It seemed that he went out of his way to say hello to me and give me a fist
bump, a friendly smile and that wink.

I'd be working my ass off on an elliptical machine and he'd walk by with
his posse of basketball players and give me a head nod and a little finger
point as all his boys looked over and smiled as well.

All I could think was, "What a hot bunch of guys", wishing I could be in
their bunch.

The pressure in my sexual dam was building and I knew I couldn't hold back
the flood forever.

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Two weeks after my first encounter with D the inexorable happened.

Consciously, I had made my mind up to keep my cock sucking urges under
wraps, but the underlying lust in my soul dictated my fate.

It wasn't planned. It was as simple as bumping into D as he was texting in
front of the gym.

"Hey man, how you doing?" I said innocently enough.

He raised his eyes from his cell phone and met mine with that bright smile.

"Yo, J what up? How you been man?" he said and gave me a hand slide.

My pulse immediately increased.

"I'm good, you know, same old shit." I said realizing I really didn't have
much else to say.

"I hear ya," he said with a smile and looked back down to his phone for a
second.

There was an awkward moment. He was distracted. I didn't know what else to
say.

Then the words came out of mouth. "Uh, what you up to? You, um, feel like
hanging out?"

He shot me a wicked smile and shook his head emphatically yes, "Oh HELL
yeah."

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He practically attacked me when we walked into his apartment.

Even though I knew for sure I wanted to try sucking cock for the first
time, I never expected to be making out with a guy.

I was putty in his arms as his massive figure engulfed me and he gave me a
deep French kiss, his full soft lips and probing tongue driving me crazy.

His hands were everywhere on my body and I opened my eyes wide and let out
a surprised moan as he reached down with both hands and roughly grabbed my
ass.

"Oh yeah, man, look at that fucking ass man," he said as he gave me a
spank. I wasn't expecting that.

He shoved his tongue back in my mouth and started to expertly undress me,
ripping my shirt off as he guided my hands to his belt buckle.

I fumbled frantically to undo his pants as he threw off his t-shirt and
shoved my face into his massive pecs. I instinctively started sucking one
of his tight nipples and he hissed approval.

"Oh yeah, baby," he said breathlessly as he took my two nipples between his
fingers and gave them a couple of tweaks. No one had ever done that to me
before.

"Oh fuck", I said my tongue still flicking his now erect nip.

He grabbed a good hold of my nipples and squeezed, slowly pulling me down
to my knees. I moaned and licked and kissed his washboard stomach on my
trip down.

When I got my knees he unzipped his fly and simply said, "There you go
baby, get what you want."

I momentarily looked up at this towering figure, past his defined abs and
his bulging pecs to his encouraging face.

"There you go," he said as he guided my hands to pull his jeans and
designer underwear down.

I returned my attention to his crotch and started to pull, his massive cock
slowly being revealed inch by inch as his gear came down over his thighs.

I swear his pants were practically down to his knees before his cock was
set free like a spring, popping up and hitting me right in the face.

"Fuck..." was all I could say as I took in the impressive sight.

It had to be at least 11", practically sticking straight out from his body
with a slight upward curve. The apple-sized head was even bigger than I
remembered it causing me to question whether I could get it in my mouth.

He harbored no such doubts and guided my head with his hands towards my
prize.

I had no idea what I was doing but I know I wanted it – I wanted it
bad. I just opened wide and tried my best.

And there it was – I had a cock, a big black cock in my mouth, well, at
least a few inches of it.

I had no idea how to give head, so I just decided to do it the way I liked
it – the way Cheryl did it – with the zeal of a cocksucker who really
liked their work.

I immediately started moaning loudly and slobbering all the head of his
dick as I grabbed the thick stalk to help guide it.

"Fuck, yeah baby, suck that dick" I heard him say as he kept his hands on
my head, "You like that big dick?"

"Fuck, yeah," I said momentarily pulling off. "I love this fucking cock,"
and dove back on his dick like a mad man, moaning like a bitch in heat.

"FUCK yeah", he yelled, "Knew you were a fucking cocksucker."

I moaned in agreement still bobbing away and felt his hand pull my head
off, forcing me to look up at him.

"Yeah? You a fucking cocksucker?" he said slapping his cock on my upturned
face, teasing me with it as I tried to get it back in my mouth.

"Yes, yes," I said breathlessly, "I'm a fucking cocksucker.  I love this
fucking cock."

He gave a domineering smile. "Well, get on that shit bitch."

He released my head and I went wild. There was something about this whole
scene – the dirty talk, the forbidden nature of the whole thing – I
was like a rabid animal.

I grabbed his cock by the base again and took as much as I could in my
mouth, probably only three or four inches.

I jerked as I sucked and I soon felt a steady flow of pre-cum coat my mouth
as I built into a frenzy – I wanted to please this stud, I wanted to
make him cum.

My jaw was killing me but I could sense he was getting close. He was
moaning and talking dirty to me, encouraging me to be a good cocksucker and
cum slut the whole time.

He gave a roar at the top of lungs and I felt him shoot in the back of my
throat. My mouth was suddenly filled with cum - this guy shot a massive
load.

I was squealing with delight as I drank his load down, determined to milk
out every drop, just the way Cheryl does for me.

The taste was intense but okay, I didn't love it to be honest. But it
didn't make a difference – the point was to be a good cocksucker and I
knew that taking his seed was the point of any good blowjob.

He groaned loudly, almost sounding like he was in pain as he emptied his
nut into my hungry mouth and I kept on nursing his dick like a hungry calf
as I felt his orgasm subside.

He got too sensitive and finally pulled his cock out of my mouth bellowing
out a loud, "Fuck!"

"Damn boy, I thought you said you weren't gay?" He said looking down at me.

"I wasn't", I said trying to take his softening cock back into my mouth.

"Get up here," he said, pulling me up to me feet like I was a rag doll and
pulling me in for passionate bear hug.

"Damn, that was good," he said. For some reason, knowing that I did a good
job gave me a great sense of satisfaction.

He reached down and roughly grabbed my jutting rock hard penis.

"You want to cum?" he asked. I meekly nodded yes.

"Come on" he said and walked me into the bedroom leading me by the dick.

He threw me on his king size bed and commanded me to get on my stomach
saying that he wanted to "check out that ass."

I turned over and heard him say, "Oh yeah there it is," and gave me a good
spank. "Fuck, look at that shit."

I never considered this.

He grabbed the two globes of my ass and spread cheeks apart exposing my
virgin hole.

"Oh, hell no. Look at this shit." He said as he roughly kneaded my cheeks.

I was beside myself, moaning with pleasure. I practically jumped out of my
skin when I felt his tongue start to flick at my pucker.

He dove his face into my ass and reached under me and grabbed my prick,
pulling it out behind me.

I had never in a million years considered my ass when it came to sex, but
the feeling of his tongue working my hole was pure pleasure.

I could have stayed in that position forever, but after a few minutes he
flipped me over on my back and flipped my legs up and pushed them back
towards my head. I was completely in his control.

He dove back in and continued with his expert rimming occasionally tapping
on my rosebud with his fingers.

I was going crazy. He got up on his knees and started slapping my hole with
the huge head of his rejuvenated penis, jerking me off as he did.

"Fuck, I want to tap this ass!" he hissed hungrily.

"I don't think it will fit," was all I could gasp in response.

"Oh, we'll get it to fit," he said as I felt his finger enter me deep and
put pressure on my prostate.

I screamed and unleashed a huge load all over my chest and on my face.

"Oh yeah, baby, you like that?"

"Yes" was all I could squeak out as he started to gather my cum with his
finger and feed it to me.

"Yeah, baby, eat that nut," he encouraged.

He fed me my own cum for a few minutes and I greedily ate it up, slowly
catching my breath and regaining my composure.

When his job was done he collapsed on the bed next to me and said, "Fuck,
you got me hard again."

I looked down to see that magnificent beast lying on his stomach, the head
extending a few inches past his belly button.

"You want some more of this?"

I just nodded my head yes and started to go back to work. He arranged us in
a sixty-nine position with me on top, my ass over his face, and starting
fingering and rimming me again as I sucked his cock.

As I swallowed the second load from his massive prick, squealing in delight
as he expertly ate my ass, I knew it was only a matter of time before he
fucked me.

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I hope you enjoyed the read. Would anyone like another chapter? Love to
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