Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 03:37:52 +0000
From: Graham Collett <graham_cro_uk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting Lucky

It was a late as I took my winding route home, back through the town centre.
I had been drinking with a friend and was feeling curiously reckless as I
passed the love struck couples and urbane doormen. Gangs of young lads
spilled from the clubs and boasted their conquests in the neon twilight,
burgeoning with macho bravado. I drank in the cologne laced night air. It
felt intoxicating. Off the main street, I stopped for a cigarette at a bus
stop. My furtive eyes brushed over the faces of passers by. This was
unusually bold for me as I usually inhibited. I have lived in South London
for 3 years, having moved there from a village and I seem prone to miss
opportunities because my coyness. I am 32 years old lad, white, slim and
cultured, but that night I was in need of some excitement.

I turned and saw a tall guy sauntering towards me, perhaps aged about 25
though it was hard to tell. His baggy cloths hid the contours of his slim
frame. A cap half concealed his dark face and full lips and he had the macho
swagger of a gangster. Once level with me I glanced provocatively at his
tall form as he turned and said
"Yo mate, wanna buy some weed?"
The internation was from south London but with a hint of patois.
"Yes, alright." I said, then added
"Want to come back to my place for a smoke?"
He hesitated and I added
"I could give you a blow job too?"
His face flashed annoyance and as his head tilted, I saw the glint of
ruthless eyes looking over me. My heart hammered as I wondered if he might
punch me.
"What!" he said aggressively.
I felt a scared but the adrenaline made me dizzy and slightly euphoric, so I
said said
"I think you heard" as disarmingly as possible and flashed a tentative
smile.
"OK, how far is it?"
"I live nearby, don't worry."
As we walked to my flat he stayed slightly behind, his street mentality
making him wary. Under the subway I felt his predatory eyes on my back.
After a few more of my nervous remarks he said.
"Yeah, I ain't no batty man ya know. I got three bitches. I saw one last
night. I like women; black, white, fat, thin..."
I appeased his male ego by saying
"I know you are not gay, but sometimes it is nice getting sucked off."

We entered my apartment and he sat on the sofa asking for alcohol. I brought
him a vodka and coke and he rolled a spliff with considerable virtuosity.

After a couple of tokes he told me to have some. I felt horny. He ordered me
to close the blinds and looked about as if to ensure the outside world could
not casually overlook him.

With slow deliberate hand movements he unfastened his belt. I looked at his
intent face and short locks that partially protruded from under his cap. His
face was unshaven and his lips showed flashes of alabaster teeth. He pulled
up his top revealing a hard muscled stomach and boasting an old and badly
sutured scar. In one motion he dropped his loose jeans and two layers of
boxer shorts. Rising fully erect from his narrow hips was a monstrous uncut
nine inch cock. He pulled back the foreskin and it was already moist at the
end. Around it, dense pepper corn pubes thinned doen to his large balls as
they rested on the sofa.
"Go on then and do it like I tell you."
I kneeled on the floor between his legs and as my parted mouth drew nearer
it twitched expectantly. I kissed the end and started to run my tongue over
the bulbous head. He muttered
"Yeah, suck it" and groaned as I let his manhood ease into my mouth.
"Suck da tool properly" he ordered and told me to place my hands on his
hips. His ebony skin felt smooth and polished.
"and keep ya f**king hands away from my batty."
I complied and sucked hard on his thick veiny cock. I tried to unleash my
own 8 inch white dick but he shouted
"leave it!".
As I slid my mouth up and down faster, I began to make sucking noises.
Straight away he said
"Listen right, don't make those f**king noises, ok?"
"Sorry master." I said semi-mockingly.
"Don't say f**king sorry either, my bitch does that and it get me vex."
I resumed my sucking and I could taste pre-cum in my mouth. He started
pushing the rock hard cock deeper into my mouth,
"You like it?" I moaned my approval as I could feel his pelvis gyrating
against my hands.
"Yeah, that's it."
"Yeah."
I started to go up and down the rock hard length even faster.
"Take da juice."
His cock was throbbing as my lips pressed over the thick veins down to the
manly smelling base. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed the cock
deep into my throat, nearly making me gag.
"Don't f**king spit down it" I was not sure what he meant as his whole body
convulsed and his hips rammed his dick hard into my throat. He groaned as
his the hot juice shot down my throat, thrusting it as far as the hilt,
still wanting to push it in deeper. When his body relaxed, I looked up,
still holding his hips. He pushed my face off his cock and looked arrogantly
down on me.
"Lick off the end!"
I did so then he hurried to the bathroom to wash his still erect cock in the
sink.

He then left for one of his girlfriend's houses, presumably she was `main
course'. He would sometimes drop by for similar pleasuring although perhaps
some inner conflict compelled him to stop. I never did learn of his name,
but perhaps I might get lucky again, who knows?