Growing up in boring and cold Minnesota, I always knew I was a submissive. Whenever the neighborhood boys and I would play cowboys and Indians, I always wanted to be the Indian, who always happened to be tied up to a tree. For some reason, even at that early age, I knew I liked boys and I knew that I liked to be tied up by them.
When I became an adult, nothing changed with me preference wise, if anything, I became more attracted to men than ever before and I became even more so a submissive than I had ever thought would be possible.
I moved to California, to a little community in San Diego called Hillcrest. Hillcrest was just a few minutes from Downtown San Diego and the best part of it was that it was an entire gay community. There were nightclubs, bars, stores for shopping, restaurants and most of all… men… lots of gay men to dominate me.
I work at a hair salon as a hair stylist. Most of my clients are gay men and I love servicing them in and out of the salon chair. I’m not the full blown flamboyant gay man, like most men who are gay hairstylists are, but if you met me, you would definitely know I swing for the same team.
I had one client named Reggie, who was a tall and muscular black man. He always kept his hair very short and came in weekly for a manicure and pedicure. The girls in the salon always giggled when he came in because he was a big flirt. But, we all knew he was gay and dominant. His voice was deep and his hands were huge.
When I was trimming his hair, I always found myself fantasizing about how big his cock was. I mean, come on, everyone knows black men have the biggest cocks. I imagined him turning around in his chair and looking me straight in the eyes and ordering me to get down on my knees right there in the salon, unzip his pants and start slobbering on that big cock of his.
One day my suspicions were confirmed after I had been cutting his hair and I took his cape off and as I was dusting the hair off his neck, I looked down and he had a hard on! It wasn’t sticking straight up either. I could see the outline of his cock as it went halfway down his thigh and the outline showed that it was thick too!
I was salivating at the thought of that huge man meat inside my mouth. I began to wonder how much of it I would get down my throat. After I confirmed what I was already suspecting, I began to fantasize more and more about Reggie and his huge cock. I was dreaming about it, fantasizing about it on my way to work and on the days he would come in for his haircut, it was all I could do to contain myself.
So, now here I am driving home from work and today, Reggie invited me to his house to hang out with him and a friend of his. I totally jumped at the invite. I was to meet him at 8:00 p.m. I kept looking down at his address and thinking to myself, that this was too good to be true.
I went home and showered and put on my silk briefs. I sprayed some cologne on myself, not too much though, just enough to give off a scent.
Reggie only lived about a five minute drive from me, so it didn’t take long to arrive at his house. I parked my car and walked up his drive way.
He had a nice two story house in the Hillcrest area. I knocked on the door and he answered with a big smile.
“Hey there Max, come on in.” He said.
“Hi Reggie.” I said smiling back.
He was there with another man, who was also black and very attractive too.
“This is my friend Trent.” He introduced me to his friend.
“Hi Trent, nice to meet you.” I said and shook his hand. Trent smiled back at me.
Reggie offered me a drink and while he left to make it, Trent and I began a conversation.
“So, how long have you known Reggie?” I asked him.
“Oh, we’ve been seeing each other for about four years now.” Trent informed me.
“Really? I didn’t know that Reggie was seeing anyone.” I said trying to hide my disappointment.
“He never mentioned me?” He asked curiously.
“No, never.” I replied.
“Well, he’s talked about how great a hair stylist you are and that he’s been coming to you for years now.” He said.
Reggie then came back into the room and handed me my drink, “What are you two hens clucking about?” He asked with a grin on his face.
“You of course darling.” Trent replied with a smile and leaned over and kissed Reggie as he sat next to him on the sofa.
We all chatted for a while and Trent seemed like a nice guy. Reggie then asked me if I was in a relationship with anyone. Of course I told him no because I wasn’t. I hadn’t been in one for a little over a year now. Just a lot of one night stands. Reggie asked me if I ever had a threesome before and I told him that I hadn’t, but that I have always wanted to.
I then began to fantasize about being in between Reggie and Trent. My cock started to get hard. I am sure it was nowhere near the size of Reggie and Trent’s cocks though. But, it was erect, nonetheless.
I looked over at Reggie and noticed that his cock was starting to grow as well. He reached down and began to rub my cock through my pants. I thought I was going to cum in pants immediately!
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