Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 17:30:31 -0500
From: Jimmy Jones <ridge2@teleclipse.net>
Subject: Sunday Afternoon

My friend Ben had been trying to get me to go with him to Atlanta for a
long time to the "Baths."  I had heard about such places, but in my mind,
they were trashy and dangerous.  I had a fear of being in a place like that
and being caught, either by someone I knew or by a raid by the police.

He reassured me time and time again that they were safe places, but I
didn't listen.  I was a teacher and I felt that I had too much to lose by
going there.  I had other friends, Joe and Phillip, who had gone with him
to the baths and they felt that they were safe.  I held out a long time.

One summer, I didn't teach summer school like I usually did.  It was a very
hot summer, and I was not a traveller.  It grew long and boring.  I had
regular things that I did through the week such as grass cutting and yard
work.  Like any other boy in his 20's I looked forward to the weekend and
having something to do, even if it was nothing more than going out to eat.

Growing up in the South, people usually went to church on Sunday.  I went
religiously, pardon the pun.  It may have been my struggle with being gay
or fear that others would find it out.  Nonetheless, I tried to do whatever
was "the proper thing".

One Sunday afternoon, my friend Phillip, called me and asked me if I wanted
to ride to Atlanta.  I said that I definitely wanted to do something.
Phillip drove because the traffic terrified me.  We left about 1:00 pm and
the drive was a pleasant one.  It was good to get out of the house and go
somewhere.

On our way, we talked about some hot guy that we had seen that lived in
town or that we had seen somewhere.  It didn't take long until I was horney
and worked up. I asked Phillip if he had been to the baths recently.  He
said that he had not been in a while.  We went through the drill again
about how safe they were.  He assured me that he had never seen anything
there that seemed dangerous.  I gave in and agreed to go.

When we got there, the parking lot was empty.  Phillip said that Sunday
afternoons were slow and that it would pick up as the afternoon wore on.
That seemed good to me, because I felt I needed to acquaint myself with
this place and it's rituals before I went with a lot of people there.

We went in, paid our money for a locker, received our towels, and got
undressed.  I was more than a little selfconscious.  Phil said to relax and
walk around and see what was going on.

The place consisted of a maze, an orgy room, and quiet a number of private
rooms.  I would later acquaint myself with all of these accommodations over
time.  I would greatly learn to love this place.  It offered one the
opportunity to go, have sex, leave, and have no strings attached.

I had been walking around for about an hour looking.  Very few people were
there.  I decided that I would take a break, so I walked through the maze
and decided that I would sit down, lie down, whatever.  I slid into a
bottom birth in the maze, close to the door so I could see what was walking
through.

As slid into the birth, I touched someone's leg.  I started making my
apologies for the disturbance, and a voice said that it was fine.  I had
walked through that maze at least ten times and never seen or heard anyone.
I could tell by the voice that the person was black.  I am no stranger to
black men or boys.  Being a teacher, I have many black students in class.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that it was a young black male
and that he was completely naked, having taken off his towel.  He was very
well endowed.  After a few awkward moments, he reached out and touched
me. Now, I will tell you that I have always thought black men were very
handsome.  Just something about their bodies or how they walked and talked
excited me.

I had never had a black man before, although I was no stranger to sex.  He
reached up and pulled my head down to his and kissed me on the mouth.  I
had never kissed a man before, black or white.  It was a very pleasant
sensation.  We began to make out and I began to run my hands over his body.
Although I consider myself versatile, I am more inclined to being a top.
His body was firm and warm, silky.  I have never been so turned on.

He began to feel my cock and I felt his.  He asked what I liked.  I said I
like being the top, and loved good, hot, tight ass.  He immediately turned
on his back, opened his legs and invited me into him.  I felt for his
opening.  It was already greased, so I rose above him, positioned myself,
and slid into him.

Words cannot describe the pleasure.  His legs slipped around my waste and
pulled me into his hole.  His hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and pulled
as I thrust.  I was lost in the pleasure.  I thrust harder and with each
lunge, he whispered for me to go harder and deeper.  I tried to please him
as well as myself.

We must have stayed intertwined at least fifteen or twenty minutes when I
felt my load begin to build.  I mumbled as well as I could that I was going
to cum.  He just reached and held me tighter, so I guessed that he wanted
it.  When I blew, I let out a low moan or growl.  It was followed by his
own.  I lay still on him for several minutes before I realized that the had
cummed also.  Our chests and bellies were wet, sticky and warm.

I don't believe that I have ever had such a release.  I was spent and
panting for breath.  He kissed me again.  I pulled out of him and lay to
his side for several minutes before getting up and taking a shower.  I knew
that day that I really loved black ass.  There is just something about it
that I cannot explain.

Also, after that day, I never had a fear of the baths and went whenever I
could.  I also make my partners black when I go.