It started with an email.
Anyone who has read my posts probably knows that I have a weakness for ladyboys and black cock. My love and fascination with and for ladyboys is probably obvious to most, also. So cute, petite and feminine, my perfect fantasy. I wonder about my love of black cock, however. Many of my firsts, teen on man, man on man and man on teen, experiences were with black guys. Was that because I was attracted or just how things happened to turn out. Whatever and however I got here, it is undeniable.
It was about a year and a half ago, when I met him. He was a self admitted gay man, while I only had an occasional fling, while between girlfriends. Although, I'll admit that the older I get, the more I can't deny those urges. I'll call it a moment of weakness that turned into a torrid, although short lived, affair.
I write this because of a very unexpected email I received a few days ago. I recognized the name right away, it made my cock twitch and somehow made my nipples ache. Opening the email, my hand moved to my cock as I read, "Can you come out to play." I clicked the attachment, hoping at what I might see and kind of fearing that I would. It was a picture of his big, beauiful, black cock with the caption, "I miss your mouth." I could not help but stare. I couldn't help but rub myself through my pants. Gosh, his cock just makes me so horny and the memories came flooding back. I am a bigger, muscular, masculine man, yet I felt small next to him. Six foot four, probably 250 pounds, lean and muscled. The most masculine, gay man I had ever met. The first time we had sex, the first time that he came, I was on my knees as he leaned back on his bed. Just like in a porn video, I licked and sucked his big, full balls as he stroked himself. I watched in lust as thick, white globs of cum flowed from his tip and onto his balls and my lips. Tasting it gave my the most amazing, almost euphoric, sensation. I licked it all up and off of him, as he watched. I stood and received the best leg shaking blowjob of my life. His big, warm mouth on me, he grabbed my pecs and pinched and rubbed my nipples. I had never felt anything like it. I told him that I was about to cum, but he didn't stop sucking me, rubbing me. I think that made me fall for him a little bit. I came in his mouth. He stood, our hands raced over each other's naked bodies, as we kissed. Open mouthed, we shared each other's cum coated tongues. We were in bed til dawn. I came three times. We spent the next three nights together, exploring each other and each other's boundaries.
I paused, staring at the picture of his perfect cock. My hands moved to the keyboard before my brain had even processed a response. I wrote, "Can we meet?" No, "Can we fuck?" No, that didn't feel right either. I felt overwhelming lust, I felt overpowering desire. Did I feel something even more? I wrote, "I'd love to be nude with you again!" and hit send. It seemed right to me. There was passion in those words. To me, they maybe said more than just a desire for man on man sex, without actually having to say it.
I felt my cock jerk and leak precum. The first chance I had, I brushed my hand across his crotch and felt his big, amazing cock. The look in his eyes made me ache. He had lust in them, he had need. Those lips, that mouth, I needed them on me, too! In our room, we kissed immediately, I joked, "Do you want to fuck me or do I fuck you?" He said, "Damn!" and kissed me hard, driving his tongue down my throat. I held his ass and pulled him close. We were both already so hard. "You missed me, huh?" He knew the answer, didn't have to say a word. He felt my erection through my pants and joked, "Are you sure you're not gay? Your cock says different." He knew my story and was quick to push my boundaries. I put my hands on his muscled shoulder and pushed him down. "Just suck me," I told him. He moaned and moved to his knees. Kissing my cock through my pants, teasing me, I was aching for him. Slowly, he undid my pants and unzipped my fly. I was throbbing, now. When my cock sprang out, he kissed it sofly and snaked his hands umder my shirt. My eyes rolled back and my legs quivered when he pinched my nipples. I let out a slow, "Fuck!" He looked up and smiled, knowing full well what he was doing to me.
Things we had discovered together, it all came flooding back. He stood, our mouth's immediately met and my hands immediately found his big cock. He walked me back, undressing himself and stepping out of his pants, before laying my down and climbing on top of me. I let out an unashamed sigh as his big, black dick hovered just inches above my face. His balls filled my mouth. My tongue obsessed over every inch and detail of his ass, balls and cock. He remembered how I loved this postion! I let it out, "I want your cum," in a soft, lustful groan. He wrapped his hand around that big, gorgeous, black dick and started to stroke himself. I moaned out in anticipation, licking his tip, licking his balls until he rewarded me with a thick, amazing facial. I gasped at the sight of his beautiful, white cum flowing out. I reveled in the feeling of it landing on my face. i sighed when I tasted it and sucked hard on his cock's head.
I felt euphoric as he pulled away. I just wanted him to kiss me. To feel his big tongue fill my mouth. Maybe he could see it in my eyes? Maybe he could sense it. Gosh, I moaned out when he leaned in. I moaned when he kissed me. My cock, so hard and wet with precum, slid along his ass crack, then into his velvet like hole. The way he can move on top of me! The way his ass grips and milks me! When he rubbed and pinched and pulled my nipples, we both knew where that would lead. I came so hard inside him! I shook and trembled and filled his asshole with my seed.
When he got up to shower, I layed there, just trying to recover. Just overwhelmed and in the moment. I joined him, kissed him and filled my hands with his magic dick. "Just say it. Just say that you are gay for me." He was smiling, teasing, already sure of my answer. "Fine," I said, "I'm totally gay for you." Saying it out loud felt somehow amazing. As we kissed, my hands made him hard again. I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, make me your's." I turned and braced myself against the shower wall. There is something incredible about being taken, both mental and physical. I let out a long and slow, "Ohhhhhh," as I felt his big dick enter me. Just the best, most amazing deep and full feeling. He fucked me silly. The water between us made the loudest sounds as he slammed his cock into me. Just the loudest slapping and sex sounds. I'm sure the others in the rooms around us heard it. They would know I was a total queen for his BBC. Hearing him and feeling him cum deep inside me was euphoric. His grunts and groans made me ache for his sperm. It was orgasmic to have him use my ass. Nothing makes you feel like you belong to another man like having his cum inside you.
"Let's go to Palm Springs," he said as we towled off. (Palm Springs is a desert town known for being openly gay friendly and having a huge gay community.) Always pushing my boundaries, he added, "I want to hold your hand in public. I want to kiss you in public." He told me that their was a "clothing optional" resort, strictly for gay men, where public sex acts were encouraged. "I'd love to have other's see our passion," he said. Sucking his cock as lusty men watched? The thought of it was a turn on. Again, he was always pushing those boundaries.
It was about a year and a half ago, when I met him. He was a self admitted gay man, while I only had an occasional fling, while between girlfriends. Although, I'll admit that the older I get, the more I can't deny those urges. I'll call it a moment of weakness that turned into a torrid, although short lived, affair.
I write this because of a very unexpected email I received a few days ago. I recognized the name right away, it made my cock twitch and somehow made my nipples ache. Opening the email, my hand moved to my cock as I read, "Can you come out to play." I clicked the attachment, hoping at what I might see and kind of fearing that I would. It was a picture of his big, beauiful, black cock with the caption, "I miss your mouth." I could not help but stare. I couldn't help but rub myself through my pants. Gosh, his cock just makes me so horny and the memories came flooding back. I am a bigger, muscular, masculine man, yet I felt small next to him. Six foot four, probably 250 pounds, lean and muscled. The most masculine, gay man I had ever met. The first time we had sex, the first time that he came, I was on my knees as he leaned back on his bed. Just like in a porn video, I licked and sucked his big, full balls as he stroked himself. I watched in lust as thick, white globs of cum flowed from his tip and onto his balls and my lips. Tasting it gave my the most amazing, almost euphoric, sensation. I licked it all up and off of him, as he watched. I stood and received the best leg shaking blowjob of my life. His big, warm mouth on me, he grabbed my pecs and pinched and rubbed my nipples. I had never felt anything like it. I told him that I was about to cum, but he didn't stop sucking me, rubbing me. I think that made me fall for him a little bit. I came in his mouth. He stood, our hands raced over each other's naked bodies, as we kissed. Open mouthed, we shared each other's cum coated tongues. We were in bed til dawn. I came three times. We spent the next three nights together, exploring each other and each other's boundaries.
I paused, staring at the picture of his perfect cock. My hands moved to the keyboard before my brain had even processed a response. I wrote, "Can we meet?" No, "Can we fuck?" No, that didn't feel right either. I felt overwhelming lust, I felt overpowering desire. Did I feel something even more? I wrote, "I'd love to be nude with you again!" and hit send. It seemed right to me. There was passion in those words. To me, they maybe said more than just a desire for man on man sex, without actually having to say it.
I felt my cock jerk and leak precum. The first chance I had, I brushed my hand across his crotch and felt his big, amazing cock. The look in his eyes made me ache. He had lust in them, he had need. Those lips, that mouth, I needed them on me, too! In our room, we kissed immediately, I joked, "Do you want to fuck me or do I fuck you?" He said, "Damn!" and kissed me hard, driving his tongue down my throat. I held his ass and pulled him close. We were both already so hard. "You missed me, huh?" He knew the answer, didn't have to say a word. He felt my erection through my pants and joked, "Are you sure you're not gay? Your cock says different." He knew my story and was quick to push my boundaries. I put my hands on his muscled shoulder and pushed him down. "Just suck me," I told him. He moaned and moved to his knees. Kissing my cock through my pants, teasing me, I was aching for him. Slowly, he undid my pants and unzipped my fly. I was throbbing, now. When my cock sprang out, he kissed it sofly and snaked his hands umder my shirt. My eyes rolled back and my legs quivered when he pinched my nipples. I let out a slow, "Fuck!" He looked up and smiled, knowing full well what he was doing to me.
Things we had discovered together, it all came flooding back. He stood, our mouth's immediately met and my hands immediately found his big cock. He walked me back, undressing himself and stepping out of his pants, before laying my down and climbing on top of me. I let out an unashamed sigh as his big, black dick hovered just inches above my face. His balls filled my mouth. My tongue obsessed over every inch and detail of his ass, balls and cock. He remembered how I loved this postion! I let it out, "I want your cum," in a soft, lustful groan. He wrapped his hand around that big, gorgeous, black dick and started to stroke himself. I moaned out in anticipation, licking his tip, licking his balls until he rewarded me with a thick, amazing facial. I gasped at the sight of his beautiful, white cum flowing out. I reveled in the feeling of it landing on my face. i sighed when I tasted it and sucked hard on his cock's head.
I felt euphoric as he pulled away. I just wanted him to kiss me. To feel his big tongue fill my mouth. Maybe he could see it in my eyes? Maybe he could sense it. Gosh, I moaned out when he leaned in. I moaned when he kissed me. My cock, so hard and wet with precum, slid along his ass crack, then into his velvet like hole. The way he can move on top of me! The way his ass grips and milks me! When he rubbed and pinched and pulled my nipples, we both knew where that would lead. I came so hard inside him! I shook and trembled and filled his asshole with my seed.
When he got up to shower, I layed there, just trying to recover. Just overwhelmed and in the moment. I joined him, kissed him and filled my hands with his magic dick. "Just say it. Just say that you are gay for me." He was smiling, teasing, already sure of my answer. "Fine," I said, "I'm totally gay for you." Saying it out loud felt somehow amazing. As we kissed, my hands made him hard again. I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, make me your's." I turned and braced myself against the shower wall. There is something incredible about being taken, both mental and physical. I let out a long and slow, "Ohhhhhh," as I felt his big dick enter me. Just the best, most amazing deep and full feeling. He fucked me silly. The water between us made the loudest sounds as he slammed his cock into me. Just the loudest slapping and sex sounds. I'm sure the others in the rooms around us heard it. They would know I was a total queen for his BBC. Hearing him and feeling him cum deep inside me was euphoric. His grunts and groans made me ache for his sperm. It was orgasmic to have him use my ass. Nothing makes you feel like you belong to another man like having his cum inside you.
"Let's go to Palm Springs," he said as we towled off. (Palm Springs is a desert town known for being openly gay friendly and having a huge gay community.) Always pushing my boundaries, he added, "I want to hold your hand in public. I want to kiss you in public." He told me that their was a "clothing optional" resort, strictly for gay men, where public sex acts were encouraged. "I'd love to have other's see our passion," he said. Sucking his cock as lusty men watched? The thought of it was a turn on. Again, he was always pushing those boundaries.
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