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Johnny in the Bahamas By Wolf
Back in 1972, I was an ambitious 26-year-old that had started my career in the hotel industry. I had been hired to work for an American hotel company to work in Nassau in the Bahamas. I assume they hired me because I came from a middle- class English family and I had a couple of years' experience. They must have assumed my accent would impress American vacationers. I was only 5-feet 5-inches tall and average built. My parents were middle-class British professionals, so I was taught to speak proper English. I was still a sexual virgin. Oh, I had dated girls as a teenager without much success. Sex was not a subject of discussion in our household and sex education was not part of the public-school's curriculum in those days. In my teens I had crushes on a few men, but didn't understand why. I had even less success during my university days. I was destined to make a career and retire from the hotel industry.
When I started connecting the dots. One day, a white Bahamian colleague, who was a little limp wristed, invited me for drinks to his rather shabby house. I thought nothing of it and happily accepted. While having drinks the conversation turned to dating. Soon I realized he was gay showing interest in me but I was certainly not interested in him. He then admitted he was gay and that men in Nassau were available and fun though same sex relationships were still illegal there. He mentioned that several black men would like to meet me. Hmm, I thought that might be interesting as I knew very few locals at this time but had seen some men who were very handsome. The dots were connecting. He said he could arrange a date with one of them if I liked, so I agreed out of curiosity.
After a week working for my new employers, one evening I drove the short distance to a local bar on the Leeward side of the island that I frequented. I had arranged to meet a young man named 'Johnny.' I was sitting quietly at the bar counter drinking a cold Guinness beer, when he arrived a few minutes later. When I saw him, I realized I already knew him as he had been our rather well-built pool manager for a few months before resigning to devote his time to his passion of limbo dancing and singing. I understood he worked most evenings as a limbo dancer in the theatre of a casino, that's why we met quite late.
Johnny was probably in his early 30's, of medium height, dark, well built, and quite good looking. He was wearing a burgundy-coloured outfit of a zip-up bomber jacket and tight, bell-bottomed pants which his muscular legs filled out well. We chatted about the hotel and his work for a while until he said he had some pot and suggested we move to my apartment to smoke it. Having only smoked a joint once in the States a couple of years before, I agreed and we headed off in our cars for the short drive to my nearby apartment on Cable Beach.
Once in my oceanfront apartment, I fixed drinks while Johnny rolled a joint. We sat at right angles to each other with him on the sofa and me in a leather tufted armchair. We passed the joint back and forth talking about nothing serious or sexual at all. The joint started to affect me and I felt quite aroused, looking at this muscular black man. His laughter was infectious and subtly sexy. Johnny lounged back with his legs apart on the sofa showing quite a bulge which he rubbed from time to time. The air was full of a lot of electricity. I felt nervous yet excited and did not know how this was going to proceed, never having made a pass at a man before. Ten minutes passed before Johnny stood up and moved toward me as if to leave. "I think I am wasting my time here," he said. While standing close to me with his groin close to my face. He was obviously erect.
"No, you're not," I answered, placing my hand on his solid, left thigh. He sighed softly as I moved my hand to his hard cock.
He dropped to his knees and leaned in to put his arms around me and kiss me on the neck. Quickly, he started to unbutton my shirt and pull it open so he could kiss my bare chest and suck my erect nipples. His hands roamed everywhere reaching for my cock which was straining to get out of my pants. Johnny stood up and unzipped his burgundy bomber jacket to reveal a tightly muscled, ebony torso. Off came his shoes and down came his pants. He was a magnificent specimen of a male, with heavily muscled thighs. His erect cock was confined in tight, white briefs, showing the need to be released.
"Let's go to your bedroom," he said, and pulled me out of the chair. I led the way with Johnny following with his arms round me and his restrained cock pressing against my backside. In the bedroom, he pulled off my clothes and pushed me onto the bed.
"I have never done this before," I confessed nervously.
"Really?" he questioned. "Why do you have Vaseline on the dresser?"
"That's for cleaning my shoes" I answering, causing him to chuckle mischievously. He obviously did not believe me.
Once on the bed, he pulled down my briefs. My cock jumped to attention. He stripped out his white briefs and a very stiff ebony cock of about eight thick inches, slapped his stomach. He lay down beside me and started to kiss and lick my body. I was in heaven yet still very nervous about what was going to happen. Johnny twisted round so that his phallus was in front of my face. I could smell the musk as well as soap as he had obviously showered after his limbo performance. Pre-cum was dripped from a hole in the mushroom head. I took his cock in my hand and pulled on it a little.
"Suck it" he ordered.
I leaned in and took the engorged head into my mouth. I was not sure what to do or how. He pushed gently, forcing his cock into my mouth.
"What would you like to do?" he asked.
I had never done anything with a man before, so I asked him to guide me but be very gentle. He moved back to face me and kissed me passionately. His thick lips felt wonderful as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I was overcome with sexual desire yielding to his advances: "Can I fuck you?" he asked.
I had not anticipated it because I had never dreamed about anal sex with a male. His engorged cock seemed impossibly large to me, but I said that he could if he was gentle and slow.
"Roll over," he commanded while he stepped over to the dresser to get the Vaseline. Opening the jar, he took a gob of the jelly and rubbed it on my throbbing, virgin rosebud and into the cavity before oiling his penis completely. "Now, just relax. I will take it slowly."
His cock head pressed against my asshole. "Relax" he said again. "Push back more and it will let me in." I did as he requested and his cock head passed my sphincter. The pain was initially intense, and as I relaxed it became bearable. He slowly picked up the pace into a gentle rhythm as I got used to his large cock thrusting back and forth. The pace increased in speed and intensity and soon he flopped down on me, shooting ribbons of cum into my ass. He was panting but quivering, sweating from the exertion as he pulled his cock out of my ass.
"Oh shit! I think I have had an accident. Did I push back too much as I have just shitted a little?" I exclaimed. Johnny laughed comfortably and said: "It was not unusual for that to happen the first time. He jumped off the bed and headed to the shower to clean up. I got up gingerly, and discovered that I had been lying in a puddle of my own shit that was smashed onto the sheet by my body. I gathered up the bed sheets ready to throw them into the washing machine later. I pulled out some tissues from the box on the dresser and wiped my ass and scrotum.
Yes, I was very sore but was no longer a virgin. I was not sure if I had really enjoyed it but realized I had passed a milestone in my life. Johnny came back into the bedroom after showering and kissed me. "I must go" he said and picked up his clothes from the floor and dressed quickly.
I grabbed a towel and showed him to the door. "Call me, my dear. Let's do this again soon. You are good."
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again with fervour. Oh! Those thick lips!
I stood there for a while, taking in what had happened. I went to take a hot shower. My asshole was sore but there was no sign of blood. I didn't have an orgasm, so I jerked off in the shower twice, realizing I had enjoyed the experience though becoming a bottom was not what I had been expecting. The next day at work I sat and walked uncomfortably hoping my anus was all right. I wonder if the staff at the hotel had any idea what had occurred to make me walked somewhat strangely. That evening at home I took a warm bath which seemed to help my throbbing asshole. I rubbed skin lotion on the rosebud of my asshole to help it recover.
Over the next six months before I left Nassau, Johnny and I met several times a month. I would call the casino changing room to invite him over. He would appear later in the evening to be greeted by me at the door wearing only a silk dressing gown. Once inside the apartment he would kiss me passionately then pull me into the bedroom where we would have wild sex. I had learned to give myself an enema beforehand so there were no more accidents. Johnny was also a versatile sex partner, so I fucked him from time to time as well. He may have been bi as far as I knew, but he could not get enough sex with a man.
All these years later, I still remember the first time clearly and with affection. I wonder where Johnny is now? Did he stay in the Bahamas or leave? But all black sex partners were measured by my memory of Johnny. I worked in the finest hotel around the world. Singapore was interesting with all of those lovey young shemales so willing to allow adult males use their mouths and boy-pussies.
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