Chapter 32, Grand Ole Opry
As I approached Nashville, where I had hoped to snag a ticket to the Grand Ole Opry, either at the box office or from another concert goer who was hoping to get rid of an extra ticket -- it always worked well for me as a solo at ball games, and occasional concerts, I thought of Bill who was in my dorm at college, and, who I guessed might be bi or gay, but was on the baseball team with me, a much better ball player than me, but who I did not know very well. I remembered he lived in Nashville, and had his text number, so I texted,
"Hi, this is Jason. I'm headed to Nashville for the night, can we maybe meet up?"
"How long you going to be here?" he responded.
"Just the night, going to see if I can get a ticket to the Opry, and a cheap motel."
"You are in luck, I have two tickets from my boss, and you can stay at my place."
"Wow, thanks," and we went through the details of picking him up, time, supper at the shopping mall where the Opry is, and other such details on the phone.
"Now, there are several restaurants in the mall, one of them discriminates against Blacks, one against Yankees, they will seat us, but never take our orders, and if they do, they will fuck them up. The other places are fine. So, just stick with me."
"How will they know I am a Yankee?'
"Just open your mouth and say anything, and you are done for."
So, I unloaded my truck at his house, his parents were away, and off we went. We went to a good ribs place, the food was great, we had good seats, and his leg was against mine for a while, I eventually moved mine against his, he countered, I put my hand on his leg, and he put his on mine. "We good?" I asked.
"Yup."
"I've always wondered about you," I said, "seeing that big dick hanging in the showers."
"Well, I have known that you swing both ways, but being Black, I do not want to presume you would be ok with it, sex with a Nigga, that is."
"You know I have Black friends," I said. "The first guy I ever fucked was Black, he lived in the neighborhood in Philly, now dead from an overdose, he had had a tough life, short as it was."
So let me describe Bill, and never Billy, Black, very black except what was pink, lean muscles, 6' 1" or so, but I out-weighed him at 185, no fat, even his ass was all muscle, 9" uncut cock, 2" bigger than mine, tight balls, mine sag, pink cockhead and pink underneath the foreskin, pink palms and feet bottoms, handsome face, always well dressed.
The show was over, we headed to my truck, it was clearly going to take a long time to get out of the parking lot. As noted in a previous story my truck has a bench seat, no console. Bill unzipped my jeans and leaned over and started to suck my cock, which got hard instantly. Being up high in the pickup, none of the adjacent cars had any clue as to what was happening.
Meanwhile his cock was peeking out of one leg of his shorts. I grabbed at it with my right hand and worked it up. Like many Black cocks it was smooth as could be, and the precum was instant. We eventually got out of the parking lot, he sat up and gave me directions and I told him to save it until we got home.
He told me who else on the team was gay or bi, and was OK with people knowing it. I knew of one, who I had met on my trip this summer, and had fucked, he listed him, and two other guys I never suspected. I figured this school year would be a success knowing what I now knew -- about who and how!
We got to his house, got a beer each, and stripped. His cock was big and hanging low, mine was at attention at a 45 degree angle to my belly.
"I heard you were only a top," he said.
"I was, until this summer. I have bottomed a few times and it was good, but never a cock as big as yours."
"Don't worry about it, I want you to fuck me, give me a minute while I clean myself out, then we can shower and do the deed."
He did, and we did. I loved running my hands over his smooth skin, his whole body was a smooth as a baby's ass. And the parts where the sun don't shine were like velvet, his ass, his upper thighs, and especially his cock and his taint. I ran my hands over them, and then licked them, and then began to suck his cock.
"You know," he said, "gay must be worse than race, since I have found gay white guys to be much more at ease with me than straight white guys, on the average, that is."
"That has been my observation as well," I said, taking a moment to take my mouth off of my cock. I proceeded to finger his hole, it was moist, and easy to open, and get two, then three, fingers in.'
"Feels nice, do a little more, and then I will be ready to be fucked. You ready?"
I had been ready since before the show, hard off and on, most of the time. I almost came when he was blowing me in the parking lot. I told him so.
"How do you want it?"
"Missionary, please," and he put a pillow under his ass and pulled his legs up to his shoulders, presenting his hole to me. I took it, eased right in, and we fucked slow and steady, precum dripping from his big black cock, up against his belly, and pooling in his innie belly button, I took the drippings on my finger and tasted -- it was sweet.
"Do you think we can cum at the same time?" he asked. "It is hard to do on the first date. If we practice enough when we get back on campus I have pretty good control, and can usually cum on command."
"I have pretty good control, as well, and, if I have not cum yet in any day, I can usually stay hard, and cum again if I want to."
"So, let's try, I will let you know when I am getting close, and then just ride it until you say you are ready."
So, we did. I put my hands on his pecs, on his shoulders, his biceps, cradled his head, stroked his body, kissed him, all slow and sweet. Meanwhile he was holding my ass, directing the speed of my strokes, sometimes pulling me in with force, sometimes a gentle ride. After a long time, and I had been massaging his nipples, he said, "OK, I can cum anytime now, let me know when you are ready."
"I am so fucking ready," I said, "ten strokes and I will cum."
"Ok," and he grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight, "work my pecs hard and fuck away as hard and deep as you can."
I did. I started to cum on the 9th stroke, and gushed on the 10th through the 16th. He did the same. Like many Black guys with big cocks that I have known, or seen on the net, his cum just dribbled out, it did not shoot, I figure with a cock that long the sperms do not have to swim far.
We cleaned up, twin beds, each slept in our own, come morning we did a quick 69 and I hit the road, with the promise of some more great sex when classes (and baseball practice) started again.