My first experience with a black man happened in an area referred to as the “gay loop” - a riverside road where people would park or cruise for sex acts. I got a late start in my experience with me and stopped by this area a couple of times after my initial encounter. I would usually go out for drinks with my straight friends and choose to bail early to swing by to see if anyone wants to play. It was my third trip and I pulled to the side of the road, as I usually did, and waited for someone to flash their lights or stop to proposition me. After ignoring a few cars with interested parties, a maroon four door pulled next to me with its window down. I rolled mine down trying to peer into the darkened car. Leaning toward the window, a small framed black man said, “You wanna get in with us for a while?” I heard my own voice excitedly accept before I even thought about it. I had fantasized about being with a black man before, but never had the chance before this night. As I got out of my car and climbed into the back seat of their car, my mind began to race as I said hello to both black men in the front seat. We drove down the street a ways to a darkened stretch - just passed the bridge - where the driver pulled to the side of the road and turned off the car. The passenger quickly hopped over into the back seat and sat behind the driver. “Do you suck?”, he asked.
“Yes, I do”, I quickly replied while looking out the window. As I turned to him, I noticed he was unbuttoning his pants and said “Then get over here and suck.” I immediately leaned over and took his Vick into my mouth. It was a decent size, not too big but nice and thick. The fourth time I slide him into my mouth, I felt a hand on the back of my head - pushing me all the way down onto his cock. I relaxed my mouth and let my head be moved up and down on his shaft. As he adjusted to lean back further, he began pulling his pants further off. It was then that I realized I could see both of his hands, but was fully aware of the hand still guiding my head. I glanced to see the driver kneeling on the front seat and reaching over to control my head. My backseat companion asked him, “Do you have any condoms in here?”
“No - left them at the crib.”, he replied as he started pushing my head faster. After a couple of minutes, the guy in the backseat pushed my head away and said he didn’t want to cum yet. I went to sit back on my seat when the driver, still holding my head to me to lean toward him. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled out he biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen to that point. I was wearily trying to figure out how I could handle it as it hit my lips - and I instinctively opened my mouth as he pushed the first few inches crossed my tongue.
“Yeah, you like chocolate - don’t you?”, he quipped. I nodded and grunted my approval as I tried to focus on sucking his huge cock. “Chocolate just tastes better. You’re a good little boy who’s willing to finish all the chocolate milk too - aren’t you?”
Again, I heard myself respond with a loud, “Mmmhhmm” as his thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth with his staff. Part of me was shocked at my immediate, hungry retort. To that point, only one guy had cum in my mouth and I instinctively spit it out. But something inside me knew that if this black warrior was going to fill my mouth, I was eagerly going to swallow it all. After a few more minutes, he pulled out of my mouth and returned to his seated position. “Fuck - we need some condoms. Will you follow us back to my place?”
I agreed and he took me back to his car. As I started to follow them, my nerves and fear began talking to me inside my empty car. I had only bottomed for two guys - and every question and scenario ran through my head - is he too big? What if I like it TOO much? What if I can’t take it and try to back out after I get to his place? When they turned right, I bolted left and abandoned my adventure. Realizing the driver made me give him my cell number before going to my car, I quickly turned it off as I hit the interstate.
Three days passed - and I was mentally kicking myself for chickening out. I was leaving work when I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “What’s up?” It read. I replied “Nothing too exciting”. “It’s too bad you got scared and left”
I immediately knew who was reaching out. I sent a couple of apologetic messages and hopeful promises to make it up to him. I received no reply and headed home. Late that night, I got another text - “If you want to make it up to me - buy me some cigarettes and bring them here.”
I nervously agreed, cleaned up and asked for an address and what kind to buy. Being a non-smoker, buying the cigarettes made me more nervous as I jokingly wondered if anyone in the store knew I was buying cigarettes in a lame attempt to get laid.
I got to his apartment and he answered the door in boxers and at t-shirt. I gave him the cigarettes and followed him into the living room. The only light was the tv and he sprawled out down on the couch, covering himself with a light blanket. I sat on the floor between the couch and table. We made small talk for a while, with him occasionally grabbing his cock under the blanket.
Finally he sat up, grabber his dick from outside his boxers and said “This is what you’re here for right?” His small grin made me laugh as I replied, “More or less”
With that pulled out the magnificent monster and I rose to my knees, leaning forward to take him in my mouth again. If I thought he was big the first night in the car, his swelled member was gigantic in its full glory tonight. I feverishly worked his cock with my mouth and tongue - jerking him with my hand to help with the effort. 10 minutes in, he was whispering, “Take it all in your throat. Relax your throat, breathe through your nose.”
I tried many times to follow his directions - but failed in each attempt to deepthroat is massive, black cock. I explained that I still hadn’t mastered controlling my gag reflex reaction and that he was just too big to get as far in as I wanted.
“You got any condoms?” He asked.
“No,” I offered disappointedly. “And even if I did, they probably wouldn’t work for you anyway.”
He laughed and pushed my head down to start sucking him again. Another ten minutes passed and I got my first taste of his precum on my tongue.
He checked, “you want to back to the bedroom for a while?”
“Without a condom?”, I asked. “So just to play a little ‘Just the tip, just for a second?’”, I inquired with a giggle.
He stood up and motioned for me to follow. Once in the bedroom, he told me to take off my shorts and shirt. I stripped quickly and he pushed me onto the bed. I grabbed a pillow and got on my hands and knees. He was behind me in a flash - grabbing a bottle of lube and giving my ass a light slap. The lube popped open - and he made quick work rubbing some down my crack and outside my asshole, proceeding to gently slide a lubed finger inside me.
Once he felt I was prepared, he began stroking lube up and down his cock. I glanced back as he moved in behind me - one hand on my left hip and his big, black cock in the other. “Go slow to start”, I pleaded.
I felt the head of his cock press lightly against my asshole. He slowly began rotating his hips and lightly thrusting forward as if knocking to be let inside. I pushed back against him slightly and the head of his dick slid into me and began to spread my tight hole.
Over the next few minutes, he gradually worked himself deeper into my waiting hole. Once set, he gave my ass another slap, grabbed both of my hips, and began to methodically thrust inside me. With each thrust, he went a little deeper into my asshole. After about a dozen, I could hear and feel his balls slap against mine and I knew he was completely inside me. Three or four thrusts at full hilt, and I gasped in pain - pulling slightly away from him. He went back to more shallow thrusts - working back to full pounding again. And again, I had to pull away slightly after a handful of such poundings. This continued for a few more rounds and then he said “Bite the pillow for a few minutes…”
I laughed, “I’m really trying - I WANT it that way!”
He pulled back slightly - about halfway inside me. While slowly sliding in and out, but shallow, “We need to get you used to this black dick. You’re used to the first 4 or 5 inches. Need to stretch out the rest.”
“How big are you exactly??” I wondered aloud. “8 and a half. Maybe 9.”
He continued the light thrusts for a while, then suddenly said “Oh God… I just nutted. I’m…so…sorry. I’m…sorry. My… bad.”
I noticed, despite his apologies, that he continued to thrust deeper with each word. He would slightly withdrawal as if he regretted his actions - only to return each time with a harder, deeper thrust. The realization of this encounter turned me on immensely and without really thinking, I arched my back, pushed my ass back towards him to openly accept his seed inside me. “Don’t apologize. Don’t apologize. You’re already there - fill me up right. Own it!”, I demanded. He pushed harder and continued to fuck me until his balls were completely empty.
He pulled out and went to clean up. I put my boxers, shorts and shirt back on. Upon his return, I told him I had to go. He walked me to the door and I said goodbye. Standing the the hallway outside the apartment, I turned back to him once again. He flashed that grin, pulled his beautiful cock out - waving it around in my direction, he winked and nodded back toward the apartment. I immediately thought of dropping to my knees and sucking him the in the hall for anyone to see. I thought about running back to the bedroom and having him pound another load deep inside me. However, I winked at him and left for my car. The drive home was a blur, but walking into my house, I stopped inside the door. My whole body was tingling, my mind was racing, and I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of my asshole. I immediately knew I was hooked…
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