One of the things I did a few days a week was go to a gym not far from my house after school. My mom had a membership there she was too busy to use much, and I was on it too. At times over the previous year or so, I’d seen this really attractive black guy working out who looked in his mid-twenties or so. He seemed nice, with a great smile, and that kind of good-natured cockiness hot guys with some actual maturity tend to have. He had hit on me a few times in the past, not in an obnoxious way, and was cool about it when I told him I had a boyfriend. There was some of the typical banter about “oh you don’t fuck with brothers,” and me of course saying no, that’s not it, but it wasn’t at all obnoxious—just fun flirting. We’d say hi when we saw one another and usually chat for a minute. I knew his name was Lincoln, but that was about it. I was flattered by the attention from this handsome older guy, so I often “just happened” to end up finishing my workout around the same time as he did, resulting in us bumping into each other. We’d talk, and I’d get a “you still got that boyfriend” from him, but he never pushed it much when I said yeah. The particular time when I guess this story really starts, a Wednesday, I saw him on both of our ways out (totally not on purpose, I promise), and when he asked me that question—it was almost a running joke with us at that point—I said, “No actually. He kind of ghosted me. He must have found someone he was more interested in at USC. Happy eighteenth birthday to me, right?” I gave him a smile to show it wasn’t a big deal.

So we exchanged numbers and planned to go out that Saturday night, which wasn’t going to be a problem for me. My parents pretty much let me do what I wanted within reason as long as my grades were good, which they absolutely were. I picked out a cute sun dress, wanting to look good for him, but not like I was thirsty or something. I have long brown hair and decided to wear it down, thinking he’d like that. He picked me up in a pretty nice SUV, and we drove toward the beach to find a fun place to eat. After a nice dinner and a walk, Lincoln asked if I wanted to go to his place and get high, and I was down. It turned out he had an apartment near the beach that he shared with his cousin. It was a really nice place, more of a townhouse really, and I felt bad at being a little surprised by that fact. Apparently being an electrician pays pretty well, and I was thinking it would not be that great of a place not knowing that at the time, which, yeah, judgey on my part. I don’t think my surprise showed at all, thankfully. His cousin James, who he’d told me was two years older, was there hanging out with another guy, watching TV. I met them both (the other guy was Devin), and after some small talk, Lincoln was like hey lets go upstairs and get high. He grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge (they had a great open kitchen) and took me upstairs to his room.

It was obvious what he wanted, and I was totally willing to give it to him. I genuinely love giving head, and even back then, I felt like I was pretty good at it. He had a perfect cock, just the right size—big and thick, but not to the point that you’d think it would hurt or anything. I could take a little more than half of him in my mouth, and I did, trying to make good eye contact at the same time, knowing he’d like that. He was looking back down at me, a fist full of my hair in his hand, not really forcing anything, just guiding me a little. I was taking as much of him as I could down my throat, and was super into the dominant role he was taking. I also found out pretty quickly that he liked to talk. At first it was just a few things, like, “Yeah right there, get it, good girl,” type of stuff. Still, I’d never been talked to like that before, and it turned me on even more. I tried to take him even deeper, gagging a little. I could hear him kind of chuckle and felt his hand on my ass, slowly rubbing and grabbing, a little rough, but it felt really good. It was like he was feeling the situation out, seeing exactly how in control he was, how far he could take things, and I’m sure he could tell I wasn’t resistant at all.

I knew I wasn’t at all in control of the situation, but I didn’t care, because I had never been more turned on. I kept trying to take him as deep down my throat as I could, and I could tell it was working for him. I thought, ok cool I’ll finish him off like this, perfect. I wanted to, too—I wanted to make him cum. He pulled me off his dick by my hair though, and snapped, “Get on those balls.” No problem there sir, I thought. He had really nice balls, big, heavy, and smooth, and I eagerly licked and sucked at them, thinking that would get him off even faster.

Maybe not. I felt another hard swat to my ass, and then him pulling my thong to one side. His fingers parted my labia, much more gently than he had been elsewhere so far, and after a few seconds of teasing, he started to finger me. It never crossed my mind to object—the only thing I thought somewhere in the back of my mind was that I was a little stubbly because I hadn’t shaved down there for a minute. Getting ready for our date earlier that evening I guess I wasn’t thinking he’d have his fingers in my vagina, which, yeah, well, here we were. I don’t think he cared at all though. Still fingering me, he pulled me up by my hair again and said “Back on it.” I kissed and licked the head of his cock for a few seconds, looking up at him, then obediently took him as far down as I could, gagging a little again. His finger was teasing at my clit by now, and I was super wet. It was like all of my higher brain functions had basically shut down. Lincoln was in total control and I’m sure he knew it.

I tried to lay back, thinking that was what he wanted, but he stopped me. “No, face down.” He pushed my head down toward the pillows he’d been laying back on, complimenting the motion by another hard swat to my ass as he angled my hips upward to where he wanted them. I think I must have moaned loudly again when he’d spanked me, because I heard him laugh and say, “Yeah, that’s right white girl.” I felt the tip of his super hard cock teasing at my labia, kind of rubbing up and down, and then he was inside me with one long, slow thrust. It didn’t hurt at all—he was the perfect size, I was wet as fuck, and I almost came right then. Holy shit I had never felt so fulfilled. He started to fuck me, slowly at first, in a way that was simultaneously sensual and dominating, picking up the pace as he went. Soon he was slamming me pretty hard, and I could feel his balls banging against my ass with each thrust. He had that fist full of my hair again and was pulling my head back toward him a little, which turned me on even more. I think that was because it reinforced how completely I’d given up all control to this guy. I was moaning incoherently as he accented every few thrusts by spanking me, a thing I was quickly learning I absolutely loved. I honestly don’t know how long this went on or how many times I came. (It was a lot of times.) Eventually though, Lincoln slowed down, then stopped. He slowly pulled out of me, smacking me hard on the ass yet again. “Turn over.” I obeyed, rolling over onto my back.

He was smiling down at me with that cocky, charming grin that was really more of a smirk. He spread my legs wide. I could feel the tip of his cock kind of teasing at me again, up and down like before, and then he was inside me for the second time. It was another long, slow thrust, and felt it even better than the first time. I love missionary, and this was different and way better than anything I’d experienced with the handful of guys my age I’d been with up to that point. He was bigger for one thing, and so deep inside me, but it was more that he actually knew what he was doing. There was no hesitation at all; he wanted me, he was taking me, and I was totally here for it.

“Take it—fuck your college boy, you with a grown man now. Fuck that white boy! You takin’ my black dick now.”

Both my hands were kind of gripping his forearm, looking small in comparison, and that sight combined with his sort of demeaning dirty talk was driving me crazy. I came hard, and moaned something at him like, “Yes, yes, so good baby.”

He must have liked whatever I babbled at him because he smirked at me and was like, “That’s right white girl, I’m balls deep in your tight little pussy.” His hand tightened around my throat for a second as he said that, and he kept boning me. He aggressively fucked me like this for at least ten more minutes, then abruptly pulled out and grabbed me by my hair again, moving his body forward and pulling my head toward his rock hard cock. I had been thinking this was how he’d eventually cum when all this started, (I just hadn’t planned on getting my brains fucked out in between), and I took him in my mouth, wanting to show him how good I could be at oral. I gently sucked, long and slow. I could taste myself on his cock obviously, but I didn’t mind at all—it was just kind of strangely erotic. Lincoln was basically kneeling over me, and I was able to put one hand around his dick to stroke him while I blew him. I fondled his balls with my other hand, and after just a few seconds I could feel them throbbing as he came in my mouth. I swallowed a few times as he came—it was a lot, but was able to get everything down—then gently sucked and licked him for a few more seconds, cleaning him up. I could tell he really liked that by the loud “Fuck” he groaned as I did it. I collapsed back onto the bed, looking up at him a little dazed.

I took a long sip of now warmish beer and said yes. We chatted some more, and after a while, he got his phone and got an Uber for me. He was too drunk to drive and I needed to get home at a reasonable hour. He went downstairs with me to wait, and of course, James and Devin fucked with us, but in a good-natured way. I was a little embarrassed, and they were both pretty funny so I didn’t mind that much. I learned that James and Devin were around the same age and worked as financial advisors for the same investment firm. Lincoln had told me a little more about being an electrician when we were getting high before we fucked, so I was beginning to understand how they had such a nice place. I mean that kitchen, holy shit—granite. What single guy has that? Anyway, I tried to fix my hair and makeup a little in the Uber, and I was glad my parents were already in bed when I got home. I’m sure I still looked like I’d just been fucked silly, which, fair. But I felt great. I undressed and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit my pillow.