Eric or, The guy that I met at a Strip Club or, Birthday Sex or, Nigerian Dick. The possibilities seem nearly endless for the title of this story, but they all seem to work in describing this experience that I had not so long ago. An experience that I had with an oh so very special guy, a guy named Eric.
Well my experience, or relationship, with Eric actually happened this year. But it began months earlier. And would you believe, I actually met the guy in a strip club, of all places.
It was November of last year, 2013. My friends and I, a group of former college dorm mates, all decided to meet up for a weekend of partying and debauchery in Atlantic City... We were all newly graduates and needed to blow off a little steam, after being out in the real world for a whole year. And needless to say, we missed the good old days. The partying till dawn. The drinking till we passed out. The waking up to random chicks in our beds. We just missed it all, we missed each other. Though we weren't actually a frat, we were still sort of a brotherhood; and we missed that. We were all now spread all up and down the East coast, from Miami to Atlanta, and DC, all the way up to Boston. So we all decided that it'd be best to pick the most neutral of stomping grounds to party in, AC.
So one Friday evening, we all made our way to Atlantic City, and checked in to the Caesars. And as some of you may know, the rooms there could run a bit on the expensive side, especially last minute on a Friday night. But hey you only live once. So we ended up getting a room, with double beds. Which was cool enough, seeing that there were only 6 of us, and we weren't actually planning on spending too much time in the room. Well anyway, before long, the partying began. The drinking, the gambling, the good old, but not always so clean fun. We had a ball, literally 36 straight hours of wild, crazy fun. And by Saturday night, early Sunday morning, we were winding down and we found ourselves in a strip club.
It was 3am and we were beyond wasted, some more than others. I paced myself, so I was still pretty ok, so I thought. I was just sitting back enjoying the plethora of thick fat asses, and tits shaking and gyrating in the neon lights, in what seemed in my state, like slow motion. But I don't think they were. Honestly I had had a lot more than just a few drinks that night. I was definitely way beyond wasted, among other things. But suddenly it all went away. My haze was gone. My buzz seemed non existent, once he started talking to me.
"Hey what's up? What's your name?" He said to me. I don't know how, but I managed to respond.
"Shawn." I said through my haze, and the loud music.
"Want a dance Shawn?" He asked me. "It's on me." I still couldn't really understand what he was saying, but before I knew it, he was signaling for one of the girls to come over, and when she came, he put some money in her G'string and led her over to my lap. After that it was all just a blur, a hot sweaty, oily, glitter covered blur, as this girl, this stripper took turns grinding and, rubbing and , humping and, licking on me and then on this guy that had somehow come out of nowhere to facilitate this whole thing. It was crazy, it was all so intense. Like some kind of trippy, psychedelic public threesome, that if I didn't have the photographic evidence to prove it, I wouldn't believe had happened. But it happened.
Then after the girl left us, I finally got to actually meet this stranger, or my stripper fetching fairy god father.
"Hey Shawn, nice to meet you man. I'm Eric by the way." He screamed over the music, as he reached out to shake my hand. But I couldn't hear him. So he repeated himself, "I'm Eric. Nice to meet you Shawn." He said, as he took my hand.
"Hey I'm Shawn too." I said, still flying higher than I thought.
"No, I'm Eric." He said. "Gimme your phone." I still could barely hear him over the music but, somehow I registered the word "phone", so instinctually, I reached in my pocket, pulled out my phone and handed it over. Thinking back now, I don't know why I did that. Eric tells me, that I was way more out of it than I really remember. He told me that, if he wanted to he could've really taken advantage of me, robbed me, did anything he wanted to me that night, and I wouldn't have been the wiser. But Eric was definitely not that type of guy.
Well anyway, Eric took my phone, put his number in it, and put my number in his, then he gave it back to me. And right then and there in the club, side by side, asses still gyrating in our faces, we started texting back and forth, like two highschool kids in a boring class. It was so weird, but we actually had a pretty cool convo. In the time we sat there in that club, I found out a lot about Eric. Like the fact that he was 38, that he used to be in the army, but now works for some consulting firm in Philly. And also he told me that he had once been married before, with two kids, but was now in the process of getting a divorce. It was crazy how much we had talk about, how much we learned about each other in just that short time in the club. But before long it was 6am, the club was letting out, and we all had to leave. And finally in the light of new day, I was able to finally see the face of the guy I had been texting all night.
Eric was a relatively good looking guy, handsome, but no model or anything. Just a regular guy. But if you asked him, he'd say he thought he was fucking gorgeous. He was about 6 ft, an inch or two shorter than me. Brown eyes, dark cocoa skin, and a shaved head. He didn't look to have a hair on him, from his neck up, except for some barely noticeable eyebrows, that seemed to blend in with his dark skin. But he was good looking all the same, smooth, handsome... It was pretty cold out, and he was wearing one of those big down winter coats, so I couldn't really see what his body looked like. But I could tell that whatever he had under that coat was pretty fit, and definitely muscled.
As we left the club, Eric and I said our goodbyes, and promised to keep in touch. And as my friends and I made it back to our hotel, to catch up on a little sleep, before we all had to head out for our planes, trains and buses home, I got a text from Eric : Hey, Shawn what's up Man? It was cool meeting youand talking to you at the club tonight.... Had lots of fun. Maybe we can link up someday when I get back to Philly, and you get back to DC... or somewhere inbetween. But anyway it was cool meeting you.
I don't know why but, for some reason, that text sent me to sleep with a smile on my face, and a boner hard enough to cut glass. And later on that day we all headed home, back to the real world of nine to fives, bills, and responsibility. But thanks to Eric, I'll never forget that weekend in AC.
Over the next couple of months, Eric and I actually stayed in touch. Hell, we talked or communicated in some way, at least a few times a week. Whether it be a text or phone call, an email, facebook, twitter. We stayed in touch. And for the most part it was pretty innocent. I never led on that I was interested in him, in that way, and neither did he. We were just friends, platonic, and for the most part seemingly straight. To be honest, if I don't tell you, most people would never even guess that I was into dudes, but I guess somehow Eric did. I guess the truth is that I'm into guys and girls. I can't really say what I prefer. I just like them both. But my female body count definitely outweighs my male count monumentally. To be honest, guys are a new thing for me. I mean back then, at the time when I met Eric, I had only ever been with or even showed interest or really even knowingly been attracted to one other guy [Nice Guy], so I was completely new to the idea of gay dating, or courting, or whatever this was. But I definitely didn't think or even expect that that was, in fact what Eric and I were doing. And like I said our conversations were for the most part, innocent, no crazier or raunchier or even gayer than what I had with any of my other so called "straight" guy friends. And yeah, I can say, that there was a bit of an attraction there for Eric, but at that point, it was nothing. It was a I sort of, maybe , I kind of might like him type of thing. I mean flirtation, would be an exaggeration of what we had. But that somehow changed in one night.
One night, in early January, at about 2 in the morning, I got a text from Eric. It read simply: I need 2 tlk. Face 2 Face. Skype me NOW
Though it was late, and I was already in bed nearly sleep, I decided to Skype him. I mean the text seemed pretty urgent, pretty important. So I got up and went over to my computer. I grabbed a shirt to put on, as I sat down in front of the screen, but Eric was already calling before I got it on. So I just threw it to the floor, and answered. And when he popped up on the screen, I saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt either. And from what I could see, mostly just chest and shoulders, his body was as impressive as I had thought, but I could barely recognize that it was him.
"What's up man? What's going on?" I asked the man in the screen, that I could hardly tell was Eric. Remember when I told you, Eric was smooth clean and shaven, well things changed. I mean, I had only just Skyped with him a few weeks earlier, and he looked just as good as he always did. But now he had a rough rugged looking, very unsexy, partially greying beard covering his face, and just a look of sadness in his eyes, mixed with tiredness, stressed, and definitely drunk. Which was confirmed when he opened his mouth and spoke to me, with his slurred words.
"Mahn, man it's over." He said referring to his marriage. Apparently earlier that day, he finalized his divorce, and I guess things didn't go too much in his way. And he was obviously upset a whole lot about it. I tried to calm him down, help him mentally get through it, at least for the night. Pretty much just be a good friend to him, the best I could from a far. But then his demeanor changed. All of a sudden he wasn't just sad anymore. I mean he was still sad, but he turned it around and suddenly he started coming on to me.
"Man you know what. I love you. You're the best fucking friend I ever had." He said to me.
"Yeah man. You're a good friend too." I said to my drunk friend through the computer screen.
"I know you would never do no shit like this to me." He said.
"Naw, I wouldn't." I said staring back at him.
"I know you wouldn't. You're a great person. Fuck, you're a beautiful person." He said to me with a sad little laugh. I forced myself to laugh back, though seeing my friend like this was a sad sight.
"Yeah man, your a beautiful person too... It's gonna be alright man." I assured him.
"No man, like you're really fucking beautiful. You know that? Nobody ever told you that before?" I laughed. Hell I blushed like a little school girl when he said that.
"Naw, dude you're the first." I said still blushing a little.
"Well, you are. You're fucking beautiful." He laughed. "You're a pretty motherfucker Shawn. You know that?"
"Yeah, is that so."
"Yeah man. You're so damn pretty. I remember when I first saw you in that club. I was like, forget all these broads in here, him right there." He said pointing at me through the screen. "That's the prettiest motherfucking in here."
On the outside, I was keeping it cool, but on the inside, I was going crazy over the things this guy was saying to me. I mean, I knew he was drunk, and sad, and probably confused, but he was flattering the hell out of me. And those nothing feelings I had earlier for him, were suddenly starting to become something. I mean, I knew he was drunk, but like my granddaddy used to say to me, "A drunk man ain't never tell no lie, so listen close." The truth is, my granddad drank a lot too, but one thing for sure, he never told me a lie.
"You're so fucking pretty, I should have married somebody like you. Fuck I should marry you." He blurted out. Then he paused for a second, closed his eyes, and smiled, as he thought about what he had just said. And then he shocked me even more with what he said next. "You know what, lets do it. Lets get married. Niggas are doing that now ,right? Come on marry me beautiful." Eric said to me.
Needless to say, it was the most awkward encounter I ever had in my life. Here was my friend, who I hadn't actually seen in person for months, since the night I first met him. And just a few hours after he divorces his wife, he's calling me up drunk, sulking, looking terrible, begging me to fucking marry him. It was all so crazy. But I just chalked it up to a bad day, and too much Jack Daniels. I knew he was just way too out of it and emotional to mean any of the shit he was saying.
"Dude just get some rest. And put the fucking bottle away." I said to Eric, just before turning off my computer, and going back to bed.
That night I fell asleep with the guiltiest fucking smile on my face. Because my friend was going through hell, but at the same time his sad , drunken words were making me feel so fucking good. I was so conflicted, so confused, caught up on his every word, but sort of disappointed all the same because of his reasons for saying them. I was sort of happy, that finally Eric was showing that he was actually interested in me, that he liked me, that he was attracted to me; but I felt terrible, all the same, that he had to go through all of that to realize it. I had never been so confused in my life.
Well, days later, everything was okay, back to normal. Eric was over his situation, or at least handling it better. And he was even back to his old clean shaven, smooth handsome self. We never spoke of that night again.
Well, this brings me to the night in question, late February, my 25th birthday. My initial plans for the night were to pretty much do nothing. I wasn't actually that excited to be turning 25. In fact, I badly wished I could have just one more year. I wasn't really ready to be another year older , but that didn't matter much at all to my sister. She was more than adamant about celebrating my birthday. So much so, that she threw me a party, a surprise party. She rented a small little ballroom in one of the nicest hotels in the city. Actually she worked there, so it wasn't as expensive as you'd think, but I'm not taking anything away from her. It was a nice thing that she did for me, fucking great, though still annoying.
Well, the night of the party,my birthday, my sister made up some lie about just wanting to take me out for dinner at the Hotel Restaurant, and I fell for it. But when we got there, I walked into a room full of some of my closest friends and fam happy, and excited to celebrate my day with me. And that's what we did, we celebrated, we partied, we cheered to me. And by the end of the night, the end of the party, I had had a great time, despite my earlier reluctance. But there was still one last surprise.
As the night was coming to an end, I was hanging around the bar with a few of my friends, my sister too, when suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. And when I turned around, there was Eric, smiling from ear to ear, with those pearly whites of his. "Happy Birthday Man." He said to me, as he came in for a hug. Apparently he had gotten the invite too, but more than that, he had actually helped my sister plan and even pay for the party. I was shocked, that not only would he do something like that for me, but that he'd actually come all this way just to celebrate my birthday; and of course he's a champ for dealing with my annoying ass sister. I mean nobody's ever done anything like that for me before, showed so much that they really cared. That it really mattered to them if I was happy. Eric really was a great guy, a great friend. And I loved him for that. And suddenly I knew, those nothing feelings that I once had, were definitely something now, and it was definitely nothing that could stop them.
After the party, Eric invited me upstairs to his room. Since he had dished out so much cash for the party, the hotel comped him a free room, and a nice one at that. And since it was the weekend, he was planning on staying in DC for a few nights. And apparently he was planning on spending those nights with me.
When we got up to his room, I don't think two words were said before we were ripping each others clothes off. Maybe some bs about if I wanted a drink or something, but not much else was said. We didn't even make it two feet into the room, before I shoved him into the wall and kissed him, harder than I'd ever kissed anyone before, especially any man. And before I knew it, in the next instance, he was pushing me up against the other wall, and shoving his tongue down my throat, as we both fumbled to undo each others clothes.
I took off his belt, he took off mine. Our shirts were literally ripped to pieces on the floor, and our pants were soon to fall right beside them. It wasn't long at all before we both stood there staring at each other, not an inch away from touching, in nothing but our underwear... Me in my tight little black Calvin briefs, and Eric with a hell of a bulge in some even tighter little..., lets call it a speedo. That's the closest thing I can think to describe it as. But all the same it was small and tight and holding a hell of a package.
Well now, I guess it's time to answer the question you've all been wondering about this whole time: What does Iku look like naked? Well like Eric said, I'm damn pretty. No, but seriously, I guess I'm a good looking guy. I get no complaints. I'm 6"4, about 190lbs, 195 in the winter. Solid, strong. I don't have a six pack or anything, but I don't have a gut either. My granddad used to call me a big young buck, and for sure he ain't never told a lie. I'm a big guy. But I've been told that I'm cute. I have light brown caramel colored skin, dimples and greenish brown eyes, and thick pink lips. People often think I'm Spanish, or biracial or something. But I'm not. I'm all black. And now as for downstairs. I'm a big young buck for sure. Last time I measured, I'd say my big boy was topping out at a little over 7.5, close to 8in. So I guess my big boy can be classified as a well, a big boy. And I've yet to get any complaints. But what Eric had down there in those little speedos was definitely a monster. A big black Nigerian Dick.
Well we stood there, Eric and I , eying each other, staring each other down like two hungry wolves ready to ponce on our prey. Oh his body looked amazing. I don't think I had ever been more turned on in my life. I don't think I ever wanted another man more in my life, than I wanted him right then, right there, that night, in that room.. And I never have since. I guess, that's why I'm writing about it.
Well anyway, before I knew it, we were rolling around on the bed, wrapped up in each others hard naked bodies. Touching, and rubbing, and kissing, and groping, and licking. His lips felt so good against mine. And his body felt even better. Eventually he ended up on top of me, licking down my neck and kissing my hard, hairy chest. He took one of my little pink nipples in his mouth, and starting suckling, working it between his teeth, and tweaking at the other with his thick manly fingers. It felt so good. I just moaned. I had to I let him know how good he was making me feel. How hot he was making me. He told me that that was what he was there for, that that was what tonight was all about: pleasing me and making me feel good on my birthday. And he did. He made me feel damn good. He started kissing down my chest, down my stomach, to my waist and my hips, until he laid there between my legs, with my dick in his hand. He kissed it, and I swear shivers went up my spine. He licked it, and electricity shot through my whole body. Boy, pleasing me, yeah, he was doing that alright. Then he took my dick, my whole hard, thick, throbbing 8in dick in his mouth, and gave me the best blowjob I ever had. His mouth and his lips felt so good, so wet, sliding up and down my shaft. He told me I was his first, but there was no fucking way he hadn't done this before. He was just way too good. His mouth was just way too wet, too perfect. And he was taking me in his throat just way too well. He told me, that all day he had been practicing, with a dildo he had bought. That he wanted to be ready for whatever we got into tonight. I didn't know whether to be flattered or creeped out over his effort. But he already had me, all the same, and there was no going back now, nothing was gonna stop this. I wanted him more than ever. So I asked him, "Where is it? I wanna play with." So he got up from the bed, and walked into the bathroom; and when he came back out, he had with him this huge fucking, big black dildo, that was nearly the size of his thick 10in Nigerian monster. Oh but he still had it beat. It was one of those double sided, double headed dildos. And when he walked out, he had one end, one of the heads in his mouth. I wondered where that thing had been, just how much practicing did he do? But hell, before that night, before that weekend was over, both ends of that thing would be in and out of every part of Eric and I it could fit in.
When he came back out with the dildo, he went right back between my legs, and back on my dick. Only now, my legs were spread, and he was working one end of that thick black thing in and out of my tight little hairy hole. And boy you don't know how great it feels, to get you asshole stretched, and your dick sucked at the same time. I was in heaven, nirvana, paradise. Eric was taking such good care of me. Making me feel things I never felt before. Things, I'd never imagine I could ever feel. And it wasn't long before I let him know how I felt. It wasn't long before I came, and he swallowed every drop. But it was far from over. He crawled up my body, til he laid flat on my chest. I wrapped my legs around his body, and he rested his dick at my ass. Then he kissed me for what seemed like forever. Mhmm! I kissed back. Then he slowly put his hands under the small of my back. And I arched just a little. Just enough, that when his dick went inside me, I thought I was floating. I thought I was floating on a fucking cloud. Cloud nine. His thick Nigerian monster inside me, made me feel so full, like I never needed another thing in my life. He was fucking me slow, and long, and hard, and so deep. And I thought I was gonna cum again, I thought I was gonna explode. And then, he kissed me, and his body went limp, and he closed his eyes, and shot his load inside me so deep. And he collapsed on my chest. "I'm sorry." He said. I hate to put him out there like this, but it had been a while since Eric had had any. But I'd be lying if I said it still wasn't amazing...
He laid on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him. "It's ok." I said to him. And we kissed, and I held him. And I caressed him. And I rubbed the hard muscles of his back. And he ground his body into mine. And my hands went lower, to his waist, and then I found and held on tight to the smooth muscled mounds of his ass. And he moaned. And I squeezed even harder. And he grounded his body even harder into mine. He ground his dick into mine. And I spread his ass. And he nearly screamed. And we kissed. Then I grabbed him by the the back of his thighs, and spread his legs, until he was up and straddling my hips, with his thick heavy dick laying flat on my stomach and mine pointing straight up at him.
Again, he grabbed hold of my dick. I felt around for his, but he moved my hands away, grabbing both of my wrist, and placing both of my arms above my head. And he kissed me, and he licked my neck, and whispered in my ear, "Just lay there and let me take care of you." And before I knew it, he was grabbing my dick and easing his, oh so fucking tight, hole down it, until every throbbing inch of my dick was inside him. Then he started riding me. Riding my dick. Bouncing up and down, and rolling his hips to this imaginary beat in his head. And I found myself moving my hips and grinding my dick inside him to that very same beat, to the very same rhythm. And oh his hole felt so tight. It felt so good. Like it was made just for my dick. Like it was made just for me to be inside of. And when I came, it felt like it only got even tighter. And Eric, he just laid back on my chest. And I wrapped my arms back around him, and I swore I'd never let go. And at least for the weekend, for my birthday weekend I didn't. I stayed there, in that hotel room, in that bed, holding on to Eric, as he fucked me, and I fucked him. And boy, what we had was definitely something now.
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