All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
I guess I always had a thing for black guys. I remember being fascinated by them since when I was a kid and knew nothing about sex. If you ask me what it is that attracted me to them, I couldn't tell you. Perhaps because they were so different to me. I was light blonde and blue eyed, and they were dark. I think perhaps we looked good together. Maybe because my family was from Sweden, I thought being blonde was boring perhaps. I dunno. Anyway...
This story is mostly about a black friend I had in high school. His name was Geoffrey. I went to a school that was mostly white, but there were also quite a few black boys there too. There is a reputation that black people have for being loud and rowdy, but Geoffrey was the opposite in fact. I was actually loud and talkative, but Geoffrey was quiet and studious. He almost looked scared if you tried to talk to him. He was definitely pretty shy. But he was pretty good at sports too, and that gave me the opportunity to get to know him. I was captain of the rugby team and Geoffrey was a good player, very quick and athletic. He had a beautiful body too. He had golden brown skin, and although he was athletic, his body wasn't ripped. He wasn't podgy either, but he had a nice shape. He was smaller than most but had a huge butt and powerful thighs. I guess that's what gave him his strength. And his stature was that so that his butt stuck out a bit naturally as he stood and walked. He was hung like a monster too. Sometimes around him in the locker room, I had to horse around cause I felt myself getting hard when I was around him. I'd have to change the subject to girls and pretend that was the reason I was getting a stiff one.
We became pretty good friends and I would sit next to him whenever I could in class. I'd always invite him round my place after rugby on a Saturday and we'd hang out at my place. I can't really recall when the relationship became sexual. Because I was always pretty touchy feely around him and he never seemed to mind. In class I'd hold him next to me and hug him, not in a girly way, but like blokes just a bit closer than normal. I remember one time I kissed him in class on the cheek when I was in one of my playful moods. He didn't seem the least bit phased by it. Some other guys of course started teasing me, calling me a poofter and all that, but I didn't care much. I just laughed it off. And to be honest I played up to it a bit. What could they say truthfully anyway? I was captain of the rugby team after all. The losers might have thought rugby was a bit of a gay sport, but they certainly weren't either tough enough or skillfull enough to play it with any success.
Mostly I used to tease Geoffrey a lot. I'd grab his big brown nipples through his shirt or I'd feel his bum through his trousers. In class, I'd lay my leg on top of his and he wouldn't move away. He'd just get all embarrassed, which made me do it even more! I know I used to get pretty turned on during all this playful stuff, and I think he did too but he was too shy and embarrassed to let me know. So like I said, I don't actually properly recall where the line was crossed from friendship to sex buddies. It was always pretty blurred. For instance, one time I remember irritating him as he was trying to work in class. We were sat at the back this day, and as he tried to study I was blowing in his ear. You could see he was getting a little annoyed, but was trying hard not to let me think so. So I then started licking his ear. He recoiled a bit, but I grabbed his shoulder and continued. I started licking and kissing his neck and cheek too. He leant his head away but made no real attempt to stop what I was doing to him. So I leant in even closer and practically started humping the poor guy there on the bench at the back of the class. I turned my body towards his and started rubbing my now very hard cock against his arm. He didn't move. It didn't go much further than that because we were in a class with a teacher sitting in his desk at the front, but it sure was a hell of an exciting experience at the time for me.
Another time we had been horsing around in the showers after practice, and I grabbed him and wouldn't let him leave, so as other guys were in the locker rooms adjacent, it was just the two of us left in the shower. I told him there was no point trying to struggle as I was stronger than him and he should just have to accept that he would only be able to leave when I allowed him. In fact he was probably stronger than me and could have got away if he really tried, but I think he liked being the subject of my silly amusements. So I had grabbed him there under the shower around his waist tightly, and I playfully sucked at his neck and shoulder muscles. My pointing erection was poking his gigantic arse mounds and I just held him there. I managed to somehow manouver my cock in between his arse cheeks and I kind of humped him like that in the shower. I pretended like he was my girl, and he let me. I didn't want to come though, so when I felt myself reaching a critical point of excitement, I set him free and pushed him away and told him if he kept playing with me like that he was gonna make me make a mess. He just looked back and smiled in a weird way. I don't know if he went straight back to the locker area, cause his dick was also by then pretty hard and heavy... but unlike mine which shot out at a unmistakeable 90 degree angle when hard, his continued to curve downwards, it just got a lot longer, heavier and fatter like he had a massive inflatable flacid cock sticking between his legs. Anyway, I couldn't go back to the locker area like I was so I ducked in a toilet cubicle and shot off a load in there pretty quick.
As you can imagine, the way we were together always horsing around and being pretty intimate about it even in the plain sight of others, we attracted a fair few comments from our teammates and classmates. Bum-chums, fags, you two lovers again, where's your boyfriend, type thing. Most of them weren't really meant in a nasty way I don't think, not from our team mates. From other guys in class, sometimes they were meant with harsh intent though. The funny thing is that when I was around Geoffrey, I didn't care about people making comments. they just came across as background fuzzy noise which deserved to be ignored. My attention was usually on him and I was happy when I was around him that I didn't care too much. When I got the comments and I was alone, it was a little more irritating. Like one time I was eating lunch and some clowns made some silly comment as they passed with their trays. These were two saddos who hung around together and had no other friends than each other themselves, so I don't know what they were thinking exactly. A few weeks later they were sitting together on a bench when they got hit by my tennis ball from us playing cricket nearby. I didn't mean to hit them actually, I'm not that petty. But I did have a chuckle that they did get hit.
So Geoffrey used to stay round my house a fair bit too. I was lucky enough to have a pool at the end of my garden, but being in dreary Britain, we rarely used it cause it was just too cold and not a particularly pleasant experience. Other times, you just couldn't swim because of leaves or more usually the pump was not working. This one time, Geoffrey asked me why we never swam in the pool, so I told him we could swim if he really wanted to, but that we would have to clean the leaves away a bit first. He said he didn't have anything to wear though, so I told him to continue trying to get the leaves out and I would find him something to wear. I had a few pairs of boardshorts, but I didn't want him wearing any of them, so I put one on and hid the others at the back of the cupboard and pulled out a pair of speedos instead for him. Now I knew that these speedos were a little tight even for me, and Geoffrey's butt was much bigger than mine! I went downstairs and outside to the pool in the cold wearing just my boardshorts and some sandals, where Geoffrey was tentatively prodding at some few remaining leaves in the pool. "I left some trunks for you on the bed. You can change into them. I'll finish this." So I took the leaf skimmer from him and he went up to change, while I waited with a smirk on my face. A few minutes later he appeared in the too small dark blue speedo with his package struggling desperately to break free in the front, and in the back, his golden brown globes of flesh not quite being covered by the speedo which appeared to be having its elastic limits put to the test. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight. He just stood there with a bemused look on his face. He was pretty embarrassed, but I told him that they were all I had, and since we were both undressed and had cleared out the leaves there was no point giving up now. So we went into the freezing cold water and had a very chilly swim under the grey autumn skies. Geoffrey kept squirming though and complaining that the speedos were so uncomfortable, so I told him he could solve his problem by taking them off. He didn't seem too enthusiatic about that, so I took mine own trunks off in the water and flung them out of the pool onto the grass. I said "There, then we'll both be naked so you won't be embarrassed." He was still reluctant so I swam close to him and put my hands down his backside and started removing them for him. I locked my legs around his body as I did so, so that we were crotch to crotch in the freezing water. His speedos came off and we stayed close like that, my cock floating around his pubes and navel, while his larger member floated up brushing against my balls and up between my legs. Our hands grasped together with our fingers interlocked as we stayed together like that with my legs wrapped around his thighs and we chatted about nothing in particular for 10 minutes. Despite the cold, it felt the most natural thing in the world to me. It was kind of dusk and getting a bit dark, but any one of my neighbours could probably have seen us together like that from their windows overlooking, but I didn't care too much. At one point, our faces were inches apart and I kissed is big full lips ever so softly. He tried to move away a bit, but I grabbed him tighter and we wrestled a bit in the water. Then we agreed it was too cold for this nonsense, and got out of the pool.
I remember that later that night we had pizza and stole a bottle of my parents wine as they were away, and we slept down in the living room under the same sleeping bag cover watching some movie. I remember he slept with his back to me and that my hand found its way to his crotch and that I felt his huge member swell and that I gently wanked him off. He put his arm around me and I snuggled and lapped at his beautiful smelling (to me!) armpits. He came and I got goo all over my hand, and I humped against his thigh and I shot my own white goo all over his leg and rubbed it into him. That was always kind of the way are sexual encounters were. Us horsing around or doing something normal blokes would do, and then me pushing it too far until it was blatantly something sexual and I'd end up spunking against his leg or butt. Still, I'd never say we were lovers. I always saw us as just friends who happened to have this extra 'bit' to our friendship. We never talked about love and I never told him I loved him. Maybe I did in a way, I think I realised that years later when we had disappeared from each others' lives, but we just never spoke like that back then.
Eventually that humping moved up a notch, and one day at my place I put on a porno in my room of some straight stuff while he was round. I didn't have a lock on my door, but you could usually hear people coming up the stairs. So while my parents watched television downstairs, I pulled my cock out over my shorts and started jerking off to the video. Geoffrey was sitting on my bed, and in his jeans you could clearly see the outline of his hard erection watching the action. I reached down and began to rub his penis through his jeans, and eventually I unbuttoned them and pulled out his dark brown uncircumcised cock. I then sucked it for the first time. I felt like such a dirty whore doing that. One eye on the porno at first but eventually I lost interest in it and just enjoyed sucking on his gigantic cock. I even pulled my shorts down and pushed my fingers into his mouth, wetting them so that I could then reach down and finger my own arse as I gave him a blowjob. When he did come, and it wasn't long, he semi pulled out and I got his spunk half in my mouth, half over my cheeks and lips. Even after he came, I still didn't want to stop and I went back down, slobbering over his cock until it deflated. He stayed round that night, and as he undressed for bed, I pulled down his underwear from the back and buried my face in his butt. It was so fucking horny for me. I loved the texture of his meaty but bouncy butt, the smell of his arse, I loved it all. t was so perfect. I licked and licked at his anus as much as I could before I could take it no more, and I stod and dry humped his now wet arse crack before I deposited my white sticky goo over his lower back so that it dripped down into his dark arse cleft. That time, I turned him round and snogged the face off of his beautiful lips.
I usually talked about girls when I was with Geoffrey, but he didn't usually have much to say about them more than a few comments here and there. At parties and stuff, I would make out with girls and feel them up a bit. I enjoyed it usually, but there wasn't so much of a personal connection for me. Geoffrey didn't kiss many girls at parties, he just wasn't outgoing like that. But there was this one girl who used to chase him around and lavish all her attention on him. She was a big breasted mixed girl called Carla who was quite bubbly and friendly actually, the type that was always running around after someone. You know the type, a mother long before she'd had any babies. She became like his de-facto girlfriend. Not official, but always together at such social events. When I used to ask him about her, he was pretty coy, not saying much. If I used to tease him about his girlfriend, he'd curtly tell me that "it wasn't like that".
After school ended and we had done our exams, Geoffrey of course did very well because he was a lot smarter than me (as you may have guessed) and got in to study medicine in London. I didn't do so well, and so I took a job while I studied to retake some exams. Luckily Geoffrey didn't go immediately to London. He stayed around and got a job in a supermarket. He said it was because he needed to make some money, but I think he was lying because his family wasn't badly off. I think he really stayed at the whims of his 'girlfriend' who was a year younger than us, so that they could be together. As he got closer with Carla and I assume they started having sex, I started to see less of him and we weren't so playful as before. I'd still come round to his work though and we'd molest each other in the toilets (which was pretty stupid of me really as he could have lost his job if we had been caught). We'd go out to drink occasionally with all the lads, and I used to pick him up from work. One time I told him I was horny as we got in the car and in the car park I gave him a blowjob and he shot his jizz all over my nice shirt and hair! Another time, when we were at some second rate bar, I was bored of the conversation of our buddies and followed him to the toilets where I ambushed him. I crept up behind him as he drained the weasel, and wrapped my arms around him like we used to do, and began kissing his neck and ear. It ended up with us two in a cramped cubicle together, me again in heaven eating out his arse.
But still, those occassions became few and far between. He rarely came round mine much any more, and spent time with his lady friend. And I became more promiscuous. I slept around with random girls and a couple of guys, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I had with Geoffrey. When I went to university I thought maybe it was something special about black guys and I slept with a couple of black guys, one much more aggressive, with short dreadlocks and a fine dark, chiseled body who would come and literally fuck me like a bitch on my own bed in my dorm room. He had a really big (I mean really big) long cock which I used to love to suck, but I didn't care much for his character to be honest. He wasn't kind and sensitive like Geoffrey. There was nothing more than sex unfortunately for him. Another guy was a little nicer, but he had a girlfriend and was a kind of born again Christian type. He seemed really guilt ridden by what we were doing together so it never really got going. One time the first guy got a friend and they both fucked me on my bed. One would fuck me up te arse and I'd suck the other off in front. It was really exciting, but I don't think it's something I would do too often. And they weren't really so quiet that I started to become worried what my neighbours would think. I kind of don't hide the fact that I think some guys are hot, but I don't want them thinking I'm a total slut either. Still... None of them compare to Geoffrey in my mind in any case. But I guess people grow up and go their separate ways in life, so I'm not bitter about it all. I hope he's happy is all. And if he ever wanted to come back into my life, I'd be more than happy about it! And if not, I'm sure there is a special person for all of us in the future.
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