This fictitious work depicts a sexual encounter without the use of condoms. As always, please be safe and take precautions. Meanwhile, enjoy the story.
End Zone By: Jason Moore
I had just finished my jog at a large park in the city. As I strolled toward my car I noticed a tall black guy placing some fliers in the windshields of the cars on the side street where I had parked. He was a very fit, muscular guy dressed in a snug tank top that showed off his large biceps, chest, and rippled abs. Even his two nipples could be seen poking against the thin fabric. But what really caught my attention was the large bulge in the front of the tight compression shorts he had on. My cock twitched as I watched him move down the line of cars. I reached my car and was looking over the flier when the guy rode back by on a bicycle. I looked up as he came to a stop.
"You oughtta come by some time," he added as he walked over to hand it to me. "I'm the Tyson on the flier."
I looked it over again. End Zone was written in bright blue lettering over the background of a gray silhouette of a muscular male body posing beside a weight bench. Two names, Tyson Fleming and Brandon Smith, were printed right above the address and phone number in the lower right hand corner. In smaller print and in quotations in the lower left corner beneath the posing man, the flier read: "Where men are made."
"Yeah, I've seen this place before. It's in that strip mall across from the bowling alley," I noted.
"Yeah that's the one. Why don't you stop by," Tyson persisted. "If you get there later in the evening I can give you a personal tour. I'm there most every night."
"Sounds good. Maybe I will," I answered.
"How about tonight?" Tyson suggested. "Say about 9:30 or so."
There was a definite gleam in his penetrating, deep green eyes. As I stood taking a brief moment to consider, Tyson winked back at me and smiled. His handsome face topped off the alluring aura of his perfectly chiseled body.
"Come on. You won't regret it," Tyson added before I could answer.
"Well, all right. I'll be there," I answered. "By the way, I'm Jake," I said as I watched that hot, black stud ride away on his bike.
"See you tonight Jake," he yelled back as he rode off.
That night I arrived as agreed and as I entered a different, but equally muscular, black guy with a pair of dark blue jogging shorts and a loose fitting tank top approached me.
"Welcome to End Zone," he smiled. "I'm Brandon. Is this your first time here?" Brandon asked as we shook hands.
"Yes it is. I'm Jake. Tyson invited me," I told him.
Brandon looked me up and down, smiling.
"Well, David, I'll let him know you're here. Help yourself to any of the work out equipment," he added as he walked away and went through a door adjacent to the front counter.
There were seven other patrons in the gym. I looked around and decided to start off on one of the treadmills. It was high tech and, fortunately, I knew how to set the dials and punch in the options I wanted. I was walking for about five minutes when I saw Tyson approaching out of the corner of my eye. I glanced to my left and got a full view that almost took my breath away. Tyson was wearing a brief one piece lycra outfit. It was sleeveless and the bottom was styled like box cut shorts. It clung snugly to his massive frame showing off all of those hot looking bulges.
"Hey, Jake," Tyson beamed. "Glad you could make it."
"Good to be here," I said as I continued walking on the treadmill.
"Whaddya think of our gym?" Tyson asked as he stepped up to the front of the machine.
"Looks great," I answered. "How about that tour?"
"Sure," he said. "Follow me."
For the next half an hour or so Tyson led me around the gym, explaining how all the equipment worked and what part of the body for which they were best suited. He was a very knowledgeable guy. The gym was a lot larger then one would have thought just looking at it from the parking lot. At the back of the gym was a room equipped with vending machines full of health drinks, water, and a variety of juices. There were several small round tables with four chairs each and a large screen TV in the corner. Then we went on to the locker and shower room area. This area had three rows of lockers running perpendicular to the shower area. There was a large, arched entry leading into the showers. On either side of the archway were some hooks about eye level on the wall. Below them were two long wooden benches with bins of towels slid in underneath them. There were seven showerheads along the back wall of the large, open shower area and a corridor that led to a steam room to from the left of this shower area.
Following the tour Tyson helped me out with some of the weight machines and we worked out together for about another half an hour or so. Every once in a while his strong, muscular body would brush up against me sending shivers up my spine. I found myself constantly trying to fight off or, at least, hide my hardening cock throughout our routines. The workout was pretty demanding and I was sweating up a storm.
"Hey, buddy, you gonna lock up tonight?" I suddenly heard Brandon yell across the gym.
My attention had been so focused on Tyson and our exercises that I never even noticed the place clearing out. We were now the last three people in the gym.
"Yeah, I got it. Just lock the door behind you and I'll see ya later Brandon," Tyson told him.
"We should probably call it a night, too" Tyson smiled at me. "You look like you could use a shower first, though."
"Yeah, I think I should," I smiled back trying to cover the tent in my shorts as I got off the weight bench.
The thought of taking a shower with Tyson so nearby was causing all kinds of wild fantasies to flood my brain. The most predominant of which was gulping down on Tyson's big black cock then taking him up my itching ass. As we entered the shower area, Tyson turned on the water at two adjoining spots, then came back out to one of the benches. We both undressed and I watched furtively as Tyson slipped down his lycra work out suit. As it slid past his hips, his thick cock popped free then swung heavily between his legs as he stepped out of his gear. My jaw dropped and I gulped as I got my first sight of that monster cock. It had to be a good ten inches, probably more. It was cut and crowned with a mushroom head that I immediately wanted to munch on. I stood in awe of that magnificent specimen of manhood. I take pride in keeping my body in shape, But that hot black stud before me put me to shame. As he sauntered away into the showers, I stood in awe admiring his perfect body. There was not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen.
I followed him into the showers and stepped under the warm spray at the one next to his. Tyson began to lather himself up already from the soap provided on a small shelf that ran the length of the wall. I threw caution to the wind and decided that trying to hide my increasingly growing cock would be useless. Tyson had his back to me for several minutes. When he turned to face me I was amazed to see he was squeezing and stroking his hefty cock. He looked me up and down then a killer smile brightened his face.
"Like what you see, don't ya?" Tyson abruptly asked.
"Uh.. well...yeah. Yes I do," I stammered.
"So, come and get you some," he then instructed me.
I quickly got down on my knees as he moved in closer and pointed his huge cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he immediately jammed it inside. My lips wrapped tightly around its thick girth and Tyson sighed as my mouth and tongue began to worship his swollen cock.
"Aaah, yeah, suck my cock baby," he moaned.
I began to stroke my cock as Tyson slowly fucked my mouth with his magnificent cock. After a few minutes, he placed his hands on my shoulders and began to hump his hips forward. Tyson was now forcefully feeding me a good portion of his large tool. His moaning and sighing increased as I slobbered all over that delicious cock.
"Ooh, yeah. Just like that. Mmmmm, this feels so good," he said.
I was moaning in pleasure myself as his tasty cock began to respond to my oral attentions. It wasn't long before his huge cock was oozing with pre cum. I tasted its salty, almost nutty flavor and savored it as I continued sucking him in. Tyson began to thrust more forcefully. My saliva had slickened his cock and he easily slid into and down my throat with two or three penetrating plunges.
"Damn, man, this is fucking sweet. I don't often get somebody who can take my cock so deep," he said as he moved his hands up to grab the sides of my head while continuing to slowly work his cock in and out.
With each withdrawal, I took a gasp of air before he filled my mouth and throat with his huge cock again. I loved the feel and taste of his cock slicing in and out. It didn't hurt that Tyson was also one of the most handsome, sexy studs I have ever been with. Tyson began to increase his tempo and was soon plowing in and out of me. A wild, animal instinct had taken over and we both were close to shooting our loads. I jerked feverishly on my cock and grunted in pleasure as a load of my cum spewed out in a hot, fulfilling orgasm. Seconds later, Tyson quit fucking my face and began to jerk his cock, the tip of which was still in my mouth.
"Aaah, yeah, Eat my cum, man!" Tyson then demanded.
A thick rope of cum then exploded into my mouth, I sucked in hard on his cock head as a volley of his warm, creamy cum was being pumped into my mouth. When his cock finally finished its throbbing orgasm, I continued to munch and suck on Tyson's beautiful cock until I had drained him of every last drop of his tasty cum.
"Mmmm, yeah, that was tasty," I sighedd as I looked up at that large black stud looming over me.
I slowly stood up and Tyson drew me into him. His strong arms pulled me in tight as our mouths met in a heated, passionate kiss. I melted into his hard, warm body as his hands rubbed my back. He slid his hands down and began to roughly fondle and massage my ass. I was in dreamland as I felt one of his fingers find its mark and poke in past my tight sphincter muscle.
Finally, Tyson broke off our embrace.
"You're gonna have to come back again when I don't have to work the early morning shift. Then we can slip into the office and I can treat that pretty white ass to the ride of its life," he told me.
I looked into his gleaming, lustful green eyes and wanted him to fuck me right then and there. But, Tyson then pulled his finger from my ass and pulled away. We then finished our shower, toweled off and got dressed. As I drove away that night, watching Tyson ride off on his bicycle, I knew that it wouldn't be long before his magnificent cock would find its way into my anxious ass.