The Training Trip
Chapter 1
Having recently graduated from college, I felt lucky to get a job in my field. In this economy, I knew of several of my classmates who were still looking. Even a year later, most of them were still waiters, baristas, or unemployed, and still living with their parents. Only about half of my graduating class was working in their chosen occupation. It wasn't pretty.
After my one-year trial service had ended, I was deemed a "real" employee and could now be considered for additional training for my job duties. The company had the ridiculous policy that training had to occur in-state or within the contiguous States surrounding us. I suppose that was better than no travel allowed for training of any kind.
It was my boss who suggested that I attend a conference put on by the Feds in Sacramento. His secretary made the arrangements for my airfare and the hotel room where the training was being held. A rental car was not included. My meal allowance was generous enough that I could eat at McDonald's, but not much more. "You'd be eating anyway," she'd said. Bitch! "However, the company generously allows you $6 for breakfast, $10 for lunch, and $15 for dinner. Taxes and tips are included in the rates." Cheap-ass company! And I was expected to "front" the expenses and get reimbursed when I got home. No small wonder that the wags in the company called the reimbursement form, the "swindle sheet." At least, the company didn't require receipts.
I left on Sunday afternoon for the training that began on Monday morning. The flight down was uneventful and the hotel accommodations adequate. I had the good sense to plan ahead and check out the hot spots for gay activities and bars on the internet before I left. They all seemed to be downtown, not far from the hotel.
After getting my luggage unpacked and a shower out of the way, I went out and walked the streets. I had a few addresses to consider. The streets were alphabetical and numeric, so it was easy to find any address in the downtown area. I wandered into an Asian restaurant for an early dinner that had lemon rice and lemon chicken as their specials. It sounded good and was cheap. So, I opted for that. I was pleasantly surprised as to how good it was. I dawdled for a while, knowing that Sacramento would be like any other town and not very lively until later in the evening. However, I decided that they must have a happy hour that attracted something other than drunks. Besides, it was pretty dumb to sit in a restaurant for three hours before leaving.
On my way to the first gay bar on my list, I walked by a gym. The big windows stretched from floor to ceiling and had to be at least six feet wide. The entire front of the place was glass. Rows of stair climbers, stationery bikes, and elliptical walkers faced to the right. Large television screens hung from the ceiling at various places. As I walked by the sweating men and women, I couldn't help but slow down and stare at some of the delicious looking men. Most of them stared back, a few smiled, a couple even waved. I felt self-conscious, but couldn't tear my eyes away from one incredible specimen. "WOOF!" I said softly to myself. I'm sure he read my lips. He smiled and nodded at me.
The object of my lust had to be 6'6" or more and weighed at least 260. His broad shoulders, narrow hips, high bubble butt, goatee, dark eyes, and black, muscular physique had me panting. I felt like a lecherous pervert, but he wasn't giving me any signs that he was put off by what he saw, nor did he take offense at my obvious interest.
I'm 6'4", 220, 23 years old, white, muscular (but not like the black Adonis in the gym window), single, versatile, a nine-inch dick that is thick, cut, and has big head on it, experienced in the ways of gay sex (since I was 16), and in need of some male companionship. I'd not had a date or even a sexual encounter for two weeks. My best friend and sometimes fuck partner in college had frequently told me that if I didn't get sex within any two week period, I became a virgin again. It didn't happen often, but it did happen. And I didn't like it!
Despite the fact that I've always had a thing for tall men, I couldn't stand out on the sidewalk and continue to look like an idiot. I had to move on. I smiled again, waved weakly, and walked on. I could have gone back and pretended to be interested in a membership. I'd keep an eye on my target until I could get some alone time with him. But, that was pretty stupid and shallow. Besides, he probably had a boyfriend. Gorgeous men like that were never single. Can you say, "sour grapes?"
Finally finding the first bar on my list, I walked inside and walked back out. There wasn't a soul in the place. I walked on another block and found another bar. It had men in it, but they were all older by at least 20 years and more. I wouldn't turn down an older man, but he had to be in decent shape. These men looked like they'd spent their additional years inside a bottle. I got a couple of wolf whistles, but felt uncomfortable enough to leave within another two minutes. This was not going well at all.
The third and fourth bars were just as bad. The fifth bar had great music, more men my age, and the requisite bad drags. One plain-looking guy in a housedress and minimal make-up (which wouldn't have improved his looks anyway) was beating rather badly another guy at pool. He ran the table as I watched. I got a glass of chardonnay and watched as he beat the next two guys just as easily. Why don't I drink beer? I don't like the taste of it, never have. So, sue me.
I checked out a couple of guys, but they were with someone else. Clearly, their partners weren't very happy about this interloper (me) cruising their boyfriends. Finishing my glass, I moved on to the last place on my list. This was more of a mixture of ages and types. The music wasn't offensive and not overly loud. Occasionally, an old disco tune would come on and several of the guys would sing along. Even some of the younger ones knew all the words. I never learned the words, but I liked that beat. At home, I'd go to the retro nights and dance my ass off with a couple of friends. Those were great to dance to and to get all sweaty with. I scored a hot man every time I did that. I smiled at the memory.
I hung around for another hour, enjoying the music, chatting up the bartender when he wasn't busy. He clued me in on several of the bars I'd already visited. His opinions agreed with my already formed ones. The clientele at the other places didn't do anything for either of us. He did reveal that the first place I went to did have a lot of late night action. It was the deadest place on the planet during the early hours, though. I attested readily to that.
Two guys bought me drinks. I was cordial, but didn't encourage them. They were interested in a three-way. I wasn't. Another guy seemed interested in more than conversation, but that lasted only until his possessive boyfriend came along.
The conference was starting at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. There was no point in staying out late. I decided I'd call it a night at ten and head back to the hotel. Thanking the bartender for being kind to an out-of-towner, I gave the first bar (the one with no one in it) another chance to impress me. As I approached the block it sat on, I noticed a very large man headed toward me. He turned toward the bar and then stopped. The lighting was bad where he stood, but I was just passing under a street lamp. He smiled in my direction. I still couldn't clearly see his face. I wondered who he was smiling at.
As I drew closer, I recognized my Adonis from the gym. I stopped and smiled. "Hi," I lamely said.
"I was hoping you'd be out later," he purred. "I never got a chance to talk to you."
"Uh, kinda hard to do through a window with all those other people staring at me," I said. "I felt like a damned fool."
"You didn't look like one," he grinned back at me. "You looked great."
"You looked delicious!" I blurted out and then blushed crimson. "My out-loud voice gets away from me sometimes," I added still embarrassed.
He laughed deeply liked I'd said the funniest thing he'd heard in days. I didn't know if I should be further embarrassed or complimented. He took me by the arm. "Let me buy you a drink," he offered.
"Uh, yeah, sure," I finally managed to agree. "Where?"
"Here?" he indicated, pointing to the first bar.
"Dead earlier," I countered.
"Probably still is," he allowed. "It doesn't really get going until midnight. Then, it becomes scandalous!"
"Sounds like my kinda place," I laughed.
"You sound like my kinda people," he grinned down at me. "How about my place?"
"Uh, I have a conference in the morning, so I can't stay out too late," I warned him.
"Your place, then?"
"I'm in a hotel," I revealed. "I'm from Portland."
"Not much to drink there," he said, "except maybe some of your nut gravy."
"Pig! I like you already," I laughed.
"In that case, my place," he concluded. "Where's your car?"
"Uh, I walked."
"Good. I'm parked right over here," he indicated pointing to a late model Honda sedan. "I don't live far from here. I'm Steve, by the way."
"Jim," I replied, shaking his big hand.
By the time we got to his apartment, I knew I had to get fucked. His dick was huge and throbbing down his pants leg. The head was leaking precum, making a widening wet spot half way down his leg. He led me by the hand into his apartment, shut the door behind us and pulled me into a dazzling kiss. Those warm, full lips made my knees weak. His big hands cupped my muscular ass cheeks and he pulled me tightly into his wide, hard chest. "Marry me, at least for the night!" I thought as he pushed me toward the bedroom.
"We'll have that drink later," he whispered in my ear as he pulled my clothes off. He turned me around and pushed me on to the bed. His clothes hit the floor. Steve crawled atop me and we kissed again. His monstrous dick pressed between my legs. Of course, I opened my legs and invited him to push his big dick higher. He kissed me harder and my legs automatically rose. The big, wet head of his dick pressed urgently against my back door. There was no way I could take that horsedick up my ass without a lot of lube and preparation, despite how much I wanted him inside me.
He rose off the bed, his black dick pointing at me and bobbing heavily. Precum drooled from the piss slit. I scooted forward and engulfed his thick dickhead with my mouth. Seconds later, he pushed me away. "I'm not ready to cum yet," he smiled down at me. "You're too good and I'm too eager," he admitted.
Steve rolled me over and got me into doggie style position. He knelt on the floor behind me and began eating my ass out like he was starving. I pulled my butt cheeks apart and pushed back into his face. His right hand gently stroked my dick between my legs. Now, it was my turn to stop the action. I was so close to cumming. His feather touch on my dick and his long tongue buried up my love tunnel had me on the brink of a huge climax. "I'm not ready to nut yet, either," I hoarsely said. "This is incredibly good. But, I don't want it to end so soon."
"You recover quickly, don't ya?" Steve asked.
I nodded. "Pretty much."
"Me, too," he smiled over my shoulder. "But, I really don't wanna pump my load on you, but in you."
"You neg?" I asked.
"Yeah, you?"
I nodded. "But, we don't know that for sure, do we?" I sighed.
"Well, I do," he smiled and dashed out of the room for a moment. When he got back, he handed me a form from a local lab. "HIV test-Negative," it said. I checked the date. The test results were confirmed Wednesday of last week. "But, if you don't want to, I'll understand completely."
"You have no idea how much I want to bareback with you. And that started from when I first saw you at the gym," I said. "Your test results clinched it."
"I hope I won't disappoint you, Jim," Steve sighed. "You're the most perfect man I've ever been with. I want to make babies with you all night long, but I know you have a conference in the morning and I have to work, so we'll do this slowly and I'll try to keep from cumming too fast."
He moved me back into doggie style position. Once more his tongue worked its magic on my asshole. Steve used both hands to pry my ass cheeks apart. My dick throbbed and jerked, leaking precum on to the sheet beneath us. The longer he ate my ass out, the more I wanted to get fucked.
He rose and pulled a pump bottle of lube from the night stand. With practiced fingers, he added lube to my winking hole and a copious quantity to his throbbing monster. I looked between my legs and saw how huge his dripping dick was. I still wanted it. Standing behind me, he pressed his thick, leaking dick into my ass. I winced, but told myself to relax. Steve hesitated a moment, but I pushed back into him, skewering myself on the big head and a couple inches of thick shaft. I moaned with pleasure, as did he.
"Stop squeezing my dick or I'll cum before I get any deeper," Steve stage whispered.
"I can't help it," I sighed. "You feel so good inside me." I tried to relax more and was rewarded with another three inches of black dick. I pushed back again and swallowed another two inches. Steve pulled out slightly, leaving only the head inside me. He added more lube to his thick shaft and pushed in again. "Ah!" he moaned. "You're the best fuck I've ever had and I haven't even shot off yet."
"It feels awfully good from this angle, too," I assured him. "I've never had anyone this big before," I lied. "I can't believe I'm taking it all," I added as I pulled him into my ass with my hands on his hard butt cheeks. "You're so fuckin' big!" Truthfully, I'd had one thicker and one longer, but never one that was this thick and long together. And neither of them had given me the additional joy of taking their dicks bareback. Both of those big dicks had been a couple of years ago in college. This was so much better!
Steve held my hips and plunged slowly in and out of me. I could feel his dick throb inside me, jerking as it left more precum in my love tunnel. Several times, he stopped and held very still. I knew he was on the verge of a climax that he wanted to delay. He plunged all the way in and held me tightly against his hips. I felt his dick jerk hard twice. "Ah, FUCK!" he exploded. His hips pounded me. He was nutting and was going for maximum pleasure. I pushed back against him and worked my ass muscles to help him get off. The harder he fucked me, the more I liked it. I felt his dick jerk again and again as his sperm jetted into me. I felt spreading warmth as he flooded me with his essence. I held his ass in both hands and pulled him tightly against my eager, welcoming ass. "FUCK!" he repeated with each new jet of baby gravy spraying my ass walls.
"Yeah, Steve! Pump and fill me up. Give me all your juice, Man! Pound me!" I begged.
His climax waned and he collapsed on my back. I slid down on the bed and stretched out beneath him. His hips continued their rhythm into my upturned and deeply drilled ass. He shuddered and pumped another squirt of jizz into me. My ass drank deeply and held him tightly inside me. Steve recovered enough to pull away and lift his heavy body on my back. But, I pulled him back and told him to stay where he was. I enjoyed having his big dick in my ass and his big muscled body possessing me.
But, after another couple of minutes, he was getting very heavy and his dick was beginning to shrink enough that it was in danger of falling out. I should have known better than that, though. A 10" dick doesn't shrink up that much or that fast, even in my fucked hole. But, he pulled out with a wet plop and rolled on to the bed beside me.
"You can fuck me like that seven times a day and double on Sunday," I sighed dreamily. "Just make sure you fill me up like you did with all that cum. Just how many times did you spray into me?"
"I usually do five or six big squirts before I go to dribbles, but when I'm really turned on like tonight, I'll hit seven or eight big wads of juice before I leak out the rest," he revealed.
"And it is still leaking," I noticed, moving over him and sucking the big, leaking head into my mouth. I stripped it with my hand and tasted a big creamy gob of cum. "You taste good!" I marveled. "I don't regret it all going up my ass, but I sure wouldn't mind the next one in my mouth."
"You're a pig," Steve laughed. "Rarely do guys clean off my dick after it's been up their butts."
I smiled proudly. "One of the many services I provide," I beamed.
"I provide an excellent rimming service," Steve smirked.
"Yes, you do!" I agreed.
"I mean afterwards," he clarified, moving down my body, flipping my legs up and burying his face in my ass.
"Oh, yeah! That's SERVICE!" I crooned. Steve ate my ass out for a couple of minutes before he came up for air. "Shot it too deep?" I smiled.
Steve nodded slightly. "The dangers of shooting so hard with a big dick," he shrugged.
"I might be able to fix that," I offered. I flipped him on to his back and sat on his face. I spread my ass cheeks and relaxed when I felt his tongue probe my fucked hole. I leaned over which spread my ass even more and started to more thoroughly clean off his dick and pubes. The taste of his cum and my ass on his dick made my dick jerk and leak on his chest. Steve moved down and left my ass for the moment, concentrating on my dick as he nearly swallowed all nine inches of my pink dick. His finger slipped up my creamed asshole, quickly found my prostate, and made me cum.
"Ah, SHIT!" I bellowed, ejecting his dick from my mouth. "Cumming!" I warned. But, by then, it was far too late. I'd already shot at least two big ropes of cream into his mouth with more jizz rapidly following. I fucked his face, trying very hard not to deep throat him. I wanted him to swallow my nut, not gag on my dick. And he did a masterful job. He worked his finger over my prostate like a veteran. My dick fired and fired. It felt so good. I just wished I'd been getting fucked as I pumped my load into his eager mouth. Maybe, another time?
After he drained my dick, he went back to eating my ass out. I wasn't about to tell him to stop. This was easily the best rimming I'd had in my young life. This guy was incredibly good. I wondered how much experience he had over how many years.
The longer he ate my ass the harder his dick got in my mouth. I hoped I could get a load to drink, but he had other plans for his second load.
"You ready for another fuck?" he asked pulling his face out of my butt.
"I'll ride it anytime you need to get your nut," I promised. "I can't believe how easily I took this monster up my ass. You are one helluva top!"
I moved on to my back. Although I had been getting a great rimming and some of his cum was still inside me, Steve added more lube to my hole and pushed his thick meat into me gently. He smiled down at me and then leaned in and kissed me tenderly. As our tongues dueled, he stroked his dick deeper and deeper up my hungry ass. I could spend all day in this position with Steve inside me, I thought. But, how is that going to happen with me in Portland and his huge dick in Sacramento?
"You're a great kisser," he said interrupting my reverie. "Where'd you learn how?"
I shrugged as he buried his horsedick completely up my hole. "Just a natural, I guess," I replied. "Sorta like how you became such a hot fuck," I added with a sigh and a smile.
"A big dick like this," he indicated, stroking my hard dick with his left hand, "gets used, doesn't it? I mean, you don't always bottom, do you?"
I'd grabbed his ass and was encouraging him to fuck me faster and harder. "No. In fact, I'm a top most of the time because I got such a big dick and I'm a big guy. Most men are intimidated by my size and wanna get fucked. I'm sure you've found the same." I worked his nips with my fingers as his pace agreed with my need to get fucked. "You are every bottoms wet dream, ya know. And every versatile guys, too," I added.
"I guess I get my share," he allowed. He leaned in and kissed me again. This time, there was more urgency in it. "You are gonna get so fucked," he warned. "I can't hold out much longer!"
"Why should you? I need that second load!" I urged him. The fingers on my right hand worked his nips more resolutely while the left hand found his wet asshole and slipped two fingers in. The electric reaction to hitting his prostate caused him to stiffen and then bellow out his climax. "Yeah, Baby! Fuck that ASS!" I begged.
"Fuck, YEAH!" he shouted as his hips slammed into my ass and buried his spraying dick again and again. The harder his climax hit him, the harder he fucked and nutted into me. I could feel his juice spraying my ass walls again. I loved to take a big dick like this, but it was so rare now. This beautiful, black man was the best fuck I'd ever had, bareback or bagged. How would I keep him when I lived so far away?
When he finally pulled out, he blew me and swallowed another load. As it was nearly midnight, he offered to take me back to my hotel so I could get some rest for the conference the next morning. Much as I hated to leave, I knew I had to. "I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" he asked as we pulled up to my hotel. "I get off at six. I'll pick you up right afterwards. I'll fix you dinner and get to know you better."
Of course, I agreed.
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