Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2012 21:09:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: Zenith64131@aol.com
Subject: I Really Think He Liked It

Disclaimer: This story contains potentially  offensive language and sexual
situations.  Do not read any further if  this offends you or you are too
young to read such material.


I Really Think He Liked It


by


_Zenith64131@aol.com_ (mailto:Zenith64131@aol.com)


For the last year  or so, I've been trying to seduce a young man named
Darrel. He's a twenty year  old black wanna be thug from Chicago who is trying
to figure out who he is  and where he is going in life.
Darrel is a little  on the stocky side, not too bright, and not all that
good looking. Even with  that being the case, he's still a likeable young man
with a cute smile, chubby  cheeks, a really fat pink lower lip (in contrast
to the dark upper lip) and an  "I might be had" kind of air about him. I
love his cornrows and big, meaty ass.  Dark as night, Darrel was sexy as fuck
in my mind.
During the summer  Darrel wears white undershirts that show a few curls of
kinky chest hair which a  lot of black people call "taco meat." There's
nothing like a good challenge for  an old ho like me and I wanted to show Darrel
what a gay man's mouth can  do.

I've given Darrel  quite a few rides over the last year, bought him
cigarettes, and tried to get in  his pants. Something told me to be persistent
though. Each time he rode with me,  I would talk about sucking black cock and
how much I like to be swore at, pissed  on, throat fucked, etc. Darrel liked
to hear these stories and one time told me  he was curious but didn't want to
do anything. I figured he would give it up  sooner or later.

It didn't happen  for a while. Darrel would walk the streets of this city
hitting on some of the  ugliest, fattest women (white and black) known to
mankind. He would often wear  sweatpants which showed only a small bulge
between his legs. One of my friends  said a female she knows had gotten with him
and laughed at the size of his dick.  It was on the smallish side (at least
for a black guy).

This morning I  stopped by the cigarette store and picked up a pack of
Newport cigarettes. There  are a lot of street people that hang out around there
and it's a great place to  strike up a conversation. I don't even smoke
cigarettes but it helps to have  them around as an ice breaker. Today was no
exception. There were a lot of  blacks loitering on the sidewalk... fresh
meat!

Darrel was waiting  across the street near a fast food place. He flagged me
down and when I pulled  up and asked what I was doing. I told him that I
was running an errand to the  grocery store. He asked if he could ride along.
He was bored and just wanted to  cruise around in the car with me. Could he
be more obvious?

As we drove, I  started talking about one of his roommates - a skinny black
guy with a beard who  is rumored to have a twelve inch cock. Darrel seemed
a little irritated with the  discussion.

"Is that all you  think about man?" he asked. "Suckin' all the niggas
dicks?"

"Yes," I  responded. "I'm sorry but I think about cock like you love pussy.
You do like  bitches, don't you?"

Darrel nodded. I  asked him how long it had been since he had any girls.
Darrel responded "'bout  two months man."

As we drove and  talked I told him how good looking I think he is, how much
I wished I could suck  his cock and how I would swallow for him, let him
ass fuck me, whatever he  wanted to do. By now any totally straight guy would
have punched me or told me  to shut up. Not Darrel. He was just giving me
that dumb looking pink lipped  smirk.

We continued to  drive around town talking about bitches and sex.

"What's up with  some of dem squares, man? I seen you buy some Newports."
There was my  chance.

"I'll give you a  brand new pack but you got to do me a favor," I answered.

"What kind of a  favor you talkin'," Darrel bristled.

"No, you don't  have to do anything. Just please spit in my face and call
me a faggot," I asked.  "Just tell me what a nasty white bitch I am."

"You get off on  that?" he asked. "Man, I can't do that. It's
disrespectful."

"Please," I  begged, "Spit on me, hit me, call me names something. I want
some black dick so  bad you can do anything you want to me."

"You a hot mess,"  Darrel sneered. "You like black dick that much? Damn, I
wish you was a  female."

"Let me feel it at  least," I pleaded. "Just let me feel that cock and
dream about sucking  it."

Darrel surprised  me by opening his fly. I reached in and rubbed what felt
like a nice thick hose.  It was like giving a heroin addict an injection.
Darrel and I both  moaned.

"Yo, B, that feel  so good." His dick got hard within seconds. I kept
rubbing and complimenting him  on his thick dick.

"Damn, this hurt  like a mothafucka," he complained. "I ain't had mah dick
sucked fo so  long."

"Let me suck it,"  I begged. "Please let me swallow your nut. You'll be
helping us both out. Cum in  my mouth."

Then came the  words I always hate to hear.

"How much money  you got?"

I had hoped just  once to suck a hot young cock without having to give him
any money. But in this  world of down low bruthas, most won't let you suck
their black baby makers  without a cash contribution.

"Gimme twenty  dollas and you kin watch me jack mah shit off," Darrel said.
"You can touch it  but you can't put yo mouff on it. You can pay me first.
Find some place mo  private."

Fortunately, there was a private  wooded location just a mile or so away.
It was a place we could park with  nobody watching.  We found a perfect
secluded spot to have some male  to male fun.
I removed a twenty  dollar bill - some "excuse money" - from my wallet...
Darrel pulled  his thick black sausage out of his jeans. I liked the looks of
it. It was  semi-erect, uncut, and about five inches long. I'm developing a
taste for the  uncut urban dicks, maybe because it seems more are uncut
than cut. His was dark  colored and had a velvety foreskin that just covered
the glans. It was a nice  looking piece of meat... very suckable.

Darrel leaned the  seat back and started jacking the cock. I rubbed his
balls and reached just a  bit lower. His rod stiffened but I was surprised to
see that it didn't get much  longer. The girls were right. It was a little
undersized at about five and a  half inches. But still it was a black cock on
a young man that I really liked.  Size doesn't matter unless it's a baseball
bat trying to force its way into my  ass pussy!

Darrel started to  moan as I rubbed his legs, balls, and chest. I watched
as the foreskin slid back  and forth over the knob as he stroked. His eyes
were closed. I'm certain Darrel  was thinking about someone else, maybe some
ugly fat bitch he wanted to bang.  That didn't matter. His breathing became
raspy.

"I gonna nut befo'  long. You got a towel?"

"No," I responded.  His legs started to tense.

"Use yo mouff!" he  exclaimed.

I plunged my mouth  over the tip of his cock and he pulled his hand away.
The rhythm was broken and  he lost the orgasm. I started bobbing my mouth up
and down over this hard black  ghetto dick, smelling the musky scent of his
crotch and ass. Surprisingly, he  was very clean under the foreskin. It was
a delicious hunk of coal black hood  meat. I could feel the dick stiffen.

"Yeah, bitch. Suck  mah dick you nasty white mothafucka! I'm gonna cum in
yo mouff and you gonna  swallow it bitch! Here it cum. Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!
Fuckin' ooooohhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh!"

His legs tensed up  and he held my head down as the dark head of his cock
swelled and he unloaded  five or size large spurts of baby makin' nigga sperm
down my throat. Darrel's  body went limp. After a few seconds he hung his
head in shame and  resignation.

I tried to talk to  Darrel and he seemed really bummed out.
"It's okay," I  said. "I felt guilty the first time, too."
"You jus' don't  know," he said, dejectedly. "Do this make me gay?"

"No," I laughed.  "Not unless you wanna suck me back."
"Hell no!" Darrel  exclaimed.
"There ya go," I  replied. "If you don't want to do it back, you aren't gay
then are you? It's no  bigger sin than letting some chick on the street
suck your dick without marrying  her. A dick suck is a dick suck."
"Dat's true, I  guess. But don't tell nobody. I can't believe I let you do
dat. I don't even  usually likes white folk. I don' trust da man. And I don'
know why I liked doin  dat."

"Darrel," I said  with just a bit of irritation in my voice, "I feel guilty
too sometimes. In this  world people don't understand why I love black men.
My own friends laugh and  call me white trash. I don't fuckin' care what
people think. I'm a nigga lovin  ho. When you gonna let me lick that ass?" He
laughed.

"You is a NASTY,  DICKSUCKING, NIGGA LOVING FAGGOT!" We both laughed. I
took his hand and held it  to my face. He took the cue and slapped me in the
face surprisingly hard. It  stung a little bit.

"God, I want you  to fuck the shit out of me nigga," I hissed in lust.
Darrel laughed.

"You got mah  number in yo phone? I'm gonna tear up dat ass nex' time!"
growled Darrel.  Apparently, he was over the guilt.

"Give it to me.  I'll text you."

"Here it is. You  can call me if you want. Maybe we can do dat.
###-###-####. Jus' don't be tellin  nobody tho'. Maybe we can kick it again."
With that, I  returned him to a place a half a dozen blocks from where
Darrel lives in the  hood. He didn't want people to see him in my car.
If I was younger,  I might be tempted to develop an attachment for the
young man. As it is, he  looks up to me and gave me a taste of something that he
claims no other man has  gotten. Sure, he's a little pudgy, not especially
good looking, and his dick  isn't that big, but I like the person and want
to be his bust down ho any time  he wants. I wasn't sure if I should feel
guilty for using Darrel for his hard  black cock but...
I really think  he liked it.

Please let me know if you enjoyed hearing about yet  another slutty act of
debauchery from this nasty ho.
Zenith