My Three Men.
When he winked at me, I did not know if I should be flattered or pissed off. The man in me was offended, but the other side of me was maybe a little turned on. You see, I had two, male on male, sexual experiences before, when I was younger. Both just happened to be with black guys and now, so many years later, it seemed a third beautiful black man was flirting with me. Then again, maybe I was just imagining it. Did I want it to be real?
My first experience started out with a simple touch. Yet, somehow I knew, I felt, that it was so much more. I had never felt such a rush, such a surge of electrical implulses shoot through me. He was a big and heavy man, but this gentle touch seeming loving and kind. It was ease to give into him. Truthfully, he really didn't even have to try very hard. It started out with him giving me a blowjob one evening. It was the most amazing thing that I had ever felt! Sucking me to the point of orgasm, then stopping, over and over. He made my legs shake with anticipation! Finally, just melting away as he made me release into his warm, eager mouth. I was hooked immediately, but there was so much more to come. I had become curious about him, also. Touching him that first time, I discovered a new and powerful kind of arousal. Just through his pants that first time, yet it made me so incredibly hard. I loved touching his big cock and stroking it. Soon, I was licking it, desperate to get my lips around it. I wanted to so badly. He knew it, too.
I objected to him kissing me at first, but that was also short lived. I was young, what did I know? Shocking at first, but I quickly grew to love his mouth on mine. It was locked in a kiss when he first touched my hole. His tongue in my mouth, perhaps mimicking a cock, he traced around my opening with his finger tips. Sucking on his own finger, he rubbed me, it felt unexpectedly amazing. However, I thought he had split me in half when he pushed his finger inside. A deep kiss as I tried to squeal, but it quickly began to feel good, wiggling inside me. Deep in me, moving his finger tip. How could this feel so good? I wondered. "Feels good right?" I didn't have to answer, he could see the pleasure on my face. "Would you do it for me?" I nodded yes. "Here," he said, laying me back. He lowered himself down onto my hard cock. It felt wonderful, his hole squeezing and moving up and down me. When he asked for me to get behind him, I could not wait! I fucked him and came inside him. What an amazing experience! To fuck, for a young man? Amazing!
Now, our encounters had him sucking me and finger fucking me. I thought it just felt good, I thought that he was just doing it for me, but he was just preparing me. He was just opening me up. I guess I knew, I guess I wanted him to. I guess that I wanted him to fuck me. All those times, drunk on his cum and big cock, he was just grooming me for more. Whether it was his plan all along or not, he had me to the point of begging for it, now. Fuck, those were such amazing, exciting times! Eventually, he did fuck me. Slowly, gently with his fingers at first, like he had before, then another. With me on all fours, he pushed his big fingers inside me, but nothing could of prepared me for his cock! Fuck, he felt so impossibly huge, but I was desperate experience it now. So worked up, so needing to be used. Mentally amazing, but physically painful. I was stretched and gaped afterwards, wondering if I would ever be the same. Of course, there was no way I could be. I had felt his addictive cumshot, I had felt his thrusts and heard his soft grunts. I could never be the same. My cock would drip just at the thought.
My second and only other man, at that point, would happen years and years later. Those desires and wants that the first man helped me discover never left me, always just under the surface. Maybe he knew it, too. As soon as I met him I felt a desire to be with him. Even a new, exciting need to be submissive to him. It was so incredibly thrilling the thoughts that started to occur to me. I started to live them out one day next to his car. The things he said, he knew me better than I did. He could make me blush with anticipation. He treated me like such a sissy, I guess I wanted him too. Very verbal, very direct, giving me instructions, telling my how to pleasure him. I loved it. On my knees next to his car, I sucked his huge cock and moaned when he pushed my face into his big, hanging balls. "Suck those balls." "You're gonna take my cumshot." I could not get enough! He words sent me into a pent up frenzy. I eagerly sucked on his nuts as he stroked himself. Then, after slapping my face with his heavy erection, he pushed it back in my mouth. I sucked him hard, ready and eager for his cum. He pulled away, grunting and painted my face with his warm, sticky load. I felt as if I was cumming, too! Simply reveling in the moment. "I marked ya, now. Now, you're mine." Why did his words make me feel so amazing? His cum seemed so potent and strong. I craved it, only wanting more.
He used me anyway he wanted for about three weeks, then he was gone. Fucking me like crazy, telling me to swallow his cum afterwards. I still masturbate thinking about him. Making me, no, letting me, feel new ways to experience pleasure.
Back to the beautiful black man that winked at me. At that point in my life, I knew what I wanted, even if it took me a second to realize it. I went over to him and struck up a conversation. Before long, I was in his hotel room. Seconds after that, we were both nude and letting our hands and mouths explore each other. "Are you a bottom, baby?" I could feel my cock ache and drip precum. I loved that he called me, "baby" for some reason. Deeply kissing his wonderful mouth, I told him, "Yes," even if I wasn't. I inhaled sharply in surprise and lust when I felt him. I sighed when I felt his thick rod getting harder and girthier in my hand. Easily filling my palm, my fingers unable to wrap around it. It was one of the sexiest moments of my life! His cock looked simply beautiful and alluring to me.
Sometimes there is fucking, sometimes there is making love. Although we were strangers, this was for sure both. We stood in the middle of the room and kissed for awhile, before moving to the bed to kiss some more. We took turns sucking on one another's cocks. His big, thick dick looked and tasted amazing. Hard to descibe the sensation, the joy of struggling to take more and more of it. I loved it and began to ache to feel him push it inside me. He fucked me silly, I don't know how else to say it. He pounded me until my eyes crossed, then, pushing my legs open, he kissed me as a tender lover. We came several times each. I would lay between his legs and kiss and lick and suck him until he could get hard again, even rimming his asshole for him. On my back, filled with his enormous dick, he slowly, rhythmically fucked me, moving in and out of my gaped and stretched hole. Edging me ever closer to another orgasm. He put his fingers on the underside of my cock's head and gently rubbed it. Slowly, letting my orgasm build and build. I came, even harder than the first time! I moaned and groaned out loud out of pleasure, out of lust for him. It was incredible. We were still pleasuring each other when the sun started to come up. Completely spent and exhausted, we finally drifted off to sleep, pressed up against each other.
When I woke up a few hours later, he was still there next to me. I pulled the covers off of him to expose that big, beautiful once more. The lusts and urges that welled up! He looked so incredible. I kissed his balls and soft dick until he too, woke up. "You need to get fucked again, baby?" he asked, sensually. I only whispered, "Yes, please."
My first experience started out with a simple touch. Yet, somehow I knew, I felt, that it was so much more. I had never felt such a rush, such a surge of electrical implulses shoot through me. He was a big and heavy man, but this gentle touch seeming loving and kind. It was ease to give into him. Truthfully, he really didn't even have to try very hard. It started out with him giving me a blowjob one evening. It was the most amazing thing that I had ever felt! Sucking me to the point of orgasm, then stopping, over and over. He made my legs shake with anticipation! Finally, just melting away as he made me release into his warm, eager mouth. I was hooked immediately, but there was so much more to come. I had become curious about him, also. Touching him that first time, I discovered a new and powerful kind of arousal. Just through his pants that first time, yet it made me so incredibly hard. I loved touching his big cock and stroking it. Soon, I was licking it, desperate to get my lips around it. I wanted to so badly. He knew it, too.
I objected to him kissing me at first, but that was also short lived. I was young, what did I know? Shocking at first, but I quickly grew to love his mouth on mine. It was locked in a kiss when he first touched my hole. His tongue in my mouth, perhaps mimicking a cock, he traced around my opening with his finger tips. Sucking on his own finger, he rubbed me, it felt unexpectedly amazing. However, I thought he had split me in half when he pushed his finger inside. A deep kiss as I tried to squeal, but it quickly began to feel good, wiggling inside me. Deep in me, moving his finger tip. How could this feel so good? I wondered. "Feels good right?" I didn't have to answer, he could see the pleasure on my face. "Would you do it for me?" I nodded yes. "Here," he said, laying me back. He lowered himself down onto my hard cock. It felt wonderful, his hole squeezing and moving up and down me. When he asked for me to get behind him, I could not wait! I fucked him and came inside him. What an amazing experience! To fuck, for a young man? Amazing!
Now, our encounters had him sucking me and finger fucking me. I thought it just felt good, I thought that he was just doing it for me, but he was just preparing me. He was just opening me up. I guess I knew, I guess I wanted him to. I guess that I wanted him to fuck me. All those times, drunk on his cum and big cock, he was just grooming me for more. Whether it was his plan all along or not, he had me to the point of begging for it, now. Fuck, those were such amazing, exciting times! Eventually, he did fuck me. Slowly, gently with his fingers at first, like he had before, then another. With me on all fours, he pushed his big fingers inside me, but nothing could of prepared me for his cock! Fuck, he felt so impossibly huge, but I was desperate experience it now. So worked up, so needing to be used. Mentally amazing, but physically painful. I was stretched and gaped afterwards, wondering if I would ever be the same. Of course, there was no way I could be. I had felt his addictive cumshot, I had felt his thrusts and heard his soft grunts. I could never be the same. My cock would drip just at the thought.
My second and only other man, at that point, would happen years and years later. Those desires and wants that the first man helped me discover never left me, always just under the surface. Maybe he knew it, too. As soon as I met him I felt a desire to be with him. Even a new, exciting need to be submissive to him. It was so incredibly thrilling the thoughts that started to occur to me. I started to live them out one day next to his car. The things he said, he knew me better than I did. He could make me blush with anticipation. He treated me like such a sissy, I guess I wanted him too. Very verbal, very direct, giving me instructions, telling my how to pleasure him. I loved it. On my knees next to his car, I sucked his huge cock and moaned when he pushed my face into his big, hanging balls. "Suck those balls." "You're gonna take my cumshot." I could not get enough! He words sent me into a pent up frenzy. I eagerly sucked on his nuts as he stroked himself. Then, after slapping my face with his heavy erection, he pushed it back in my mouth. I sucked him hard, ready and eager for his cum. He pulled away, grunting and painted my face with his warm, sticky load. I felt as if I was cumming, too! Simply reveling in the moment. "I marked ya, now. Now, you're mine." Why did his words make me feel so amazing? His cum seemed so potent and strong. I craved it, only wanting more.
He used me anyway he wanted for about three weeks, then he was gone. Fucking me like crazy, telling me to swallow his cum afterwards. I still masturbate thinking about him. Making me, no, letting me, feel new ways to experience pleasure.
Back to the beautiful black man that winked at me. At that point in my life, I knew what I wanted, even if it took me a second to realize it. I went over to him and struck up a conversation. Before long, I was in his hotel room. Seconds after that, we were both nude and letting our hands and mouths explore each other. "Are you a bottom, baby?" I could feel my cock ache and drip precum. I loved that he called me, "baby" for some reason. Deeply kissing his wonderful mouth, I told him, "Yes," even if I wasn't. I inhaled sharply in surprise and lust when I felt him. I sighed when I felt his thick rod getting harder and girthier in my hand. Easily filling my palm, my fingers unable to wrap around it. It was one of the sexiest moments of my life! His cock looked simply beautiful and alluring to me.
Sometimes there is fucking, sometimes there is making love. Although we were strangers, this was for sure both. We stood in the middle of the room and kissed for awhile, before moving to the bed to kiss some more. We took turns sucking on one another's cocks. His big, thick dick looked and tasted amazing. Hard to descibe the sensation, the joy of struggling to take more and more of it. I loved it and began to ache to feel him push it inside me. He fucked me silly, I don't know how else to say it. He pounded me until my eyes crossed, then, pushing my legs open, he kissed me as a tender lover. We came several times each. I would lay between his legs and kiss and lick and suck him until he could get hard again, even rimming his asshole for him. On my back, filled with his enormous dick, he slowly, rhythmically fucked me, moving in and out of my gaped and stretched hole. Edging me ever closer to another orgasm. He put his fingers on the underside of my cock's head and gently rubbed it. Slowly, letting my orgasm build and build. I came, even harder than the first time! I moaned and groaned out loud out of pleasure, out of lust for him. It was incredible. We were still pleasuring each other when the sun started to come up. Completely spent and exhausted, we finally drifted off to sleep, pressed up against each other.
When I woke up a few hours later, he was still there next to me. I pulled the covers off of him to expose that big, beautiful once more. The lusts and urges that welled up! He looked so incredible. I kissed his balls and soft dick until he too, woke up. "You need to get fucked again, baby?" he asked, sensually. I only whispered, "Yes, please."
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