My time with Randy, Part 1
Meeting Randy
Prologue:
An unfortunate near-death sickness, and its accompanying extremely high fever at a very young age led me upon reaching maturity--if you would call it that--to seek relationships with men. That sickness eventually left me hairless, except for a sparse growth on my head, which I now keep closely cropped. I just turned 30, but years ago, upon coming of age, it was diagnosed that my earlier affliction left me with an incurable erectile dysfunction. Oh, I now get that pleasurable feeling and longing, but my undersized genitalia are useless, except for pissing. However, I can work my meager balls and forever flaccid cock long and intensely enough to get myself off. The result, only a weak singular dribble. Thus, after many disappointments with the opposite sex, and an early whirlwind marriage to a hitherto, unsuspecting, chaste female, and inevitable quick divorce, I came to realize the hopelessness in relating sexually and therefore emotionally with any woman.
Still, you have to play with the cards life deals you. What I found to be my ace in the hole was that the smoothness of my easily tanned, hairless, slim and twinkish body served as a magnet attracting many horny men. And that this attraction, and my acquired ability to fulfill other men's needs with my mouth, hands, ass--whatever it took--added to my feelings of self worth and sexual need. This led inevitably to a constant singular desire to seek out, stimulate and satisfy, whenever and wherever I could, willing large, hard engorged cocks.
Never been to a shrink. But I suspect if I ever went to one, he would tell me such an obsession to service hard cock is a manifestation of my trying to experience gratuitously, yet slavishly, what was forever denied me in my own marred physical make-up... Whatever...
As I embarked on this road to fulfill myself psychologically and physically by serving other men's cocks, I came to keep a journal of my encounters. Reviewing selections from it at later times, I found, helped me greatly in recalling those past journalized encounters on the occasions when I worked to stimulate myself in lone, feeble attempts at sexual self-gratification. I wish to share these recollections with you. The following encounter is one of many reminiscences fashioned from the brief jottings in my journal. I hope to relate others in the future, for what they are worth. Doing so is, in a sense, cathartic--further psychological release for me...
Randy
I had finished a good workout at the gym and stood naked and sweating in front of my locker before grabbing my towel and heading to the shower. This gorgeous black guy passing by fixed his eyes on mine. His baby browns then swept up and down taking in my thin body momentarily. He nodded slightly in appreciation, then moved on by smiling at me. I watched him, admiringly, as he walked on, his tall, massive, muscular body, and tight butt seemingly ready to burst through his taut sweat-soaked tee shirt and ever-so-tight gym shorts. From the colors of his outfit, I recalled that I had seen him bench pressing a gazillion pounds in the weight room as I had made my way to the track. I had stood for a while watching him grimace through a series of presses. I had then sighed to myself and moved on before he saw me. I now realized that he must have seen me staring at him through one of the mirrors that lined the weight room.
It was a slow night at the gym, and as I entered the shower room only one stall seemed to be occupied. The noise of spraying and splashing water echoed from the end of the narrow corridor lined by shower stalls. I thought to myself, 'Let's chance it.' So I occupied the shower stall directly across the way from the one already taken. I of course left my shower curtain open. And sure enough, in the other stall that same hunk of an ebony god was showering himself, his curtain also wide open. He smiled at me as I turned on my shower and began adjusting it. I smiled back, then peered down at his groin and slowly licked my tongue across my lips. He then turned his gorgeously wet, glistening body fully toward me and began to teasingly jack his manhood as he motioned slightly with his head for me to 'come on over.' I of course obliged, and closed the curtain to his stall behind me just as he shut his shower water off.
"Hi there, the name is Randolph...but call me Randy," he said, smiling and flashing two beautiful rows of white teeth.
"Glad to meet you; I'm Ron," I responded, feeling the blood and urge coursing to my loins. But of course, my debilitated cock could not react accordingly.
Not his though! My eyes delighted in taking in his wet glistening body and observing his cock slowly stiffening-- unbelievably to an impressive thick 9 inches or so. I had to suppress an appreciative whistle.
"May I," I asked, motioning my hand toward his awakening cock.
"Be my guest," Randy said obligingly, with that big toothy smile again.
I quickly soaped my right hand and began to gently stroke his cock, working my right hand--palm and all--up and around it, then slowly manipulated his shaft. I repeated and repeated my movements. At the same time, my left hand was busy working at gently tugging and kneading his firm slippery, lemon-sized balls. My eyes were locked onto his, but slowly his eyes began to close as mounting, pleasurable tension soon masked his dark handsome face. He leaned back helplessly against the tiled wall, breathing unevenly, and began low wavering moaning as his hips revved slowly into a matching rhythm with my eager orchestrations of his manly baton. I intensified the staccato of my hand movements and enjoyed watching his body react more--muscles stiffening and relaxing in tune with my strokings. I was transfixed by his statuesque physique and the incredible sizes to which his nipples had swollen.
My mouth and tongue quickly attacked his luscious left nipple, while my hands continued their lascivious laboring--not giving him a moment to relax. By now he was totally out of it as I worked his cock, both nips--tonguing, nipping them-- then licking up and down his abs and chest in slow and purposefully teasing movements.
I'm afraid I became too lost in my own reverie as I worked this god in the flesh, and too soon he shuddered, letting out a long stifled moan as his cock began spewing copious cum. I enjoyed watching and feeling as his pulsating shaft began spasming wad after wad against my belly. My hands kept up their loving task until I felt Randy sufficiently emptied and fully satisfied. Soon, his magnificent body and cock began to relax.
Once he regained his composure, a sheepish look crossed his face and he apologized breathlessly.
"Sorry, sorry...I...I...came too soon... But it has been so long..."
"No need to apologize," I replied, "I should have been more careful and eased up a bit. I guess I got carried away. You have such a beautiful body--all of it. Just couldn't help it.
Then both of us began laughing.
"Anyway," I said, "better luck next time." I then turned to leave the shower stall. But Randy grabbed my arm.
"Hold on," he said, "I'm not spent so easily. Let's not give up. You'll find me up and ready in quick time."
I smiled, dropped to my knees, and began kissing and licking his till then stilled cock, reveling in the taste of sour soap now mixed with remnants of his cum and the feel of his arousing manliness. I pumped his shaft, then licked under it, giving extra attention to the indentation under and around his cut crown. I then went down and sucked, kneading his balls, urging him on. I repeated the sequence a few times and sure enough, "junior" finally graduated to full manhood. I then went down on him more fully, and of course not denying his appealing balls the attention they were due. Soon enough, Randy, living up to his nickname, was stiff and moaning and pumping his hips in tune with the adoring labor of my lips, tongue, mouth, and throat. In no time, he shuddered. His quivering cock stiffened more. He moaned loudly, his pulsating cock then emptied wads of delicious seed into my waiting, eager mouth. I enjoyed the swallowing--without losing a precious drop, I might add.
Unwelcome interruption came in the form of others coming into the shower area. I quickly exited his stall and met Randy later in the locker room. As we dressed, he gave me his card.
"Give me a call later tonight. I am having a special party this weekend, Ron. I want you to come, and I think you'll enjoy yourself at it."
I did call him later, and attended what was a wild and fulfilling party as is also noted in my journal. But that is a story for another time...
Ron Slimman