The Black Mamba (Part 1)

When the undershirt is longer than the shirt, we figuratively refer to it as Sunday being longer than Monday. I had no clue what else was going to be longer when I stepped into the gym on Saturday. Since I went an hour later than my regular work time, I was certain to miss some known faces and also expected a longer hour waiting to get on treadmills and machines. But sometimes we forget to understand a delay could also mean that luck is working in our favor and bringing the unexpected. 

To motivate and push my fitness level a notch up, I usually find a machine next to or across from a good looking and/or in-shape man. And today, to my surprise I found half a dozen empty machines, unfortunately they were all out of service, and I had to settle down for a machine next to a woman. Nevertheless, sometimes you don't realize that you can also draw inspiration when you find out that you are being a motivation for a few others around you. 

On social media it is direct and easy to hit the like button, but in a gym with overflowing adrenalin and testosterone one has to be careful and discreet. Our mind and body has devised ways to speak the unspoken language and to convey our sexual interests. For ex: repeated visual assaults in the name glancing, letting our hands nudge sleeping crotches or starring at them like a kid in a candy store, flashing a friendly smile, putting out tongues and wetting the outer lip are ways to show our interest and inclination.

During the 30 mins cardio, my mind was busy playing inky pinky ponky trying to choose between legs and laterals for today's work out. I quickly settled down for legs since there were a few good possibilities lurking in the vicinity. Choices in life come to a quick-end when good looking men are around. Since it was the weekend, I was in no hurry and didn't worry about finishing my work out within 75mins. Stretching it longer is one way of prolonging pleasure and there is nothing like working on legs and stretching the in between.

Though a few possibilities kept starring back at me, I didn't want to game to selection to end fast and pushed my luck to the stretching floor. Everyday the deer has to run faster than its fastest running predator to survive. While I was entering the gym that morning I had spotted a white athletic male in upper thirties and I saw him now on the stretching floor working out with a black man who had a fabulous body with almost zero percent fat.

Lying across from them, I was working on my lower abs and displayed a few yoga posture to entice the Caucasian male who seemed elusive. Not sure why I have never cultivated a taste for black cocks in my 25 years of sexual jubilation though I have heard footlong stories about them. Was it because I was scared of approaching them or afraid they might be carrying bugs? Lack of interest and experience with kept my focus on the white male. Realizing my indifference and lack of interest the black male started to cast his magical spell on me. 

As he stood up to have his arms stretched, I noticed something between his legs making a shy appearance. How can anyone ignore a footlong black mamba longer than his shorts wiggling and waiting to set itself free? When I looked around everyone's eyes (men and women) in the room were riveted on one object/subject of pleasure and excitement and was stay put trying to catch a glimpse of it without being noticed. Even the straight ones were caught in a dilemma trying to decide on their sexuality. That is the power of black magic! Come back next week to read details of taming the hissing black mamba!