BLACKOUT

It was a rather dull Tuesday morning in Yardley. I needed a  pee.  More
to  the  point I needed a good fuck. Fortunately, I had some time on my
hands so I was able to wait for some time in the public toilets. Nobody
came in. Well, it's sometimes  like  that.  That's  it,  I  thought  to
myself.  Better  be going. Just then, however, a young black man walked
in. He walked up to the urinal, unzipped himself. I say 'young man'.  I
suppose  he  was slightly over thirty-five. After a while, he turned to
me and smiled. From then on I sensed my luck was in. I smiled back, but
then quickly turned away. After about thirty seconds, I turned my  head
around  for  the  second  time. He smiled and so did I as I watched him
slowly fondling his hardening prick. I reciprocated the gesture and  it
wasn't  long  before  the  two  of  us were both staring at each others
erections.

Public toilets, however, are dangerous places and so I asked him if  he
had  anywhere to go. He said he didn't. I suggested to him that we make
for a derelict house I knew in the vicinity. We both zipped up. I  left
the  toilet  first  and  he followed me at a safe distance up the road.
When we got to the empty house, I paused a while on the other  side  of
the  road  before  crossing  over. Peter, however, had qualms about the
idea. What's more, it had just begun to rain. I asked him again  if  he
knew  anywhere  we could go. After a few moments hesitation, he said he
could take me to a friend of his in Small Heath, but his  friend  might
want to fuck me as well. Well that's OK I said. I'm sure we'll manage!

The  two  of us walked through the underpasses at Yardley. I had parked
my car in the B&Q car park. It was now raining harder. Peter and I  got
into  the  car. We were both, I suppose, a little nervous. I drove into
Small Heath via Hay Mills. Peter told me to turn left into one  of  the
side  roads.  We  ventured  half-way up the road. As it so happened his
friend was standing outside the front- door. Peter  told  me  to  drive
past  the house and park the car. He himself would have a word with his
friend who was apparently called Joe. If all was O.K., he'd give  me  a
wave.  Peter got out of the car and made for his friend. After a minute
or so's conversation, Peter beckoned me from the car.  I  very  quickly
locked the door of the car and headed in their direction. Introductions
at  the  front  door  were fairly minimal (it was still raining) and we
soon passed from the hall into the back room.

The back room was quite cosy. Joe, another black man  in  his  fifties,
returned  to  his  seat by the television. Peter and I sat on the sofa.
After a few minutes banter about the weather and shopping  in  Yardley,
Peter  began  to pull off my sweater, then he opened my shirt and began
to play with my nipples one by one, first by thumbing them and then  by
gently sucking them. Soon we began to embrace and cuddle one another. I
began  to  feel  quite  sexy.  After cuddling we laid back on the sofa.
Peter unzipped me  and  put  his  large  black  hand  inside  my  white
underpants.  He  soon  found  my  cock  and  began to play with it. Not
surprisingly I soon had him unzipped as well. He sighed as I pulled his
red briefs away from his manhood and, with his cooperation, dragged his
trousers to his ankles. By now there was no doubt about  the  size  and
'quality'  of his penis. It must have been a good eight and half inches
long and of substantial girth. Slowly I played with his balls  and  the
inside of his thighs. His prick became even harder. Gently I rolled back
the  foreskin, the glans was very clean and glistened. I wanted to suck
Peter, but decided to wait a while. Slowly I moved my  fingers  up  and
down his shaft. He smiled. 'That's very good', he said. I continued.

While  this  was  going on, Joe (believe it or not) had been transfixed
by the T.V.. However, he now got out  of  the  chair.  Very  slowly  he
rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Then he told me to strip off and to
place  myself  across  a wooden chair in the centre of the room -- legs
apart. I obeyed his 'orders' and thus  positioned  myself.  He  himself
divested  himself  of trousers and shorts. With little ceremony he came
round to the front of the chair. This was the real thing.  I  soon  had
his  somewhat limp cock in my mouth. It's slightly salty taste reminded
me of my own erection. Using my lips and tongue I soon got it hard.  As
I  sucked  Joe's  cock,  I  could see Peter quietly masturbating on the
sofa.

After a while, Joe withdrew his prick from my mouth. I  knew  what  was
next.  A  moment  after  the  sound of spitting, Joe's wet fingers were
exploring my arse hole. He spat again and began to put up a  finger  up
my  arse.  I myself spat on my hand and began to lubricate my arse with
my saliva. I don't often have to use vaseline, as long as I'm relaxed I
find I can usually receive a prick with not too much difficulty.  Joe's
cock  pressed  against  my  anus.  He  pushed hard. Fortunately, it was
positioned well and quickly slid in. At first there was a little  pain,
but  it  soon  disappeared  as  he  gradually began to pump me. After a
minute or two, Peter got up from the sofa, tossed off his trousers  and
pants,  and  was holding his firm black cock under my nose. It was very
erect and I could see traces of dribble, but not very much. I took  the
whole  lot in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue around the
glans and inside the tiny slippery hole in the centre.  Peter  put  his
arms  on  Joe to provide support as he continued to fuck me. Here was I
-- a white guy -- being fucked by a Black guy  while  sucking  off  his
Black friend. What a dream!

After  a  while  Joe  withdrew  from  me.  It  wasn't long before Peter
followed suite. Although Peter's cock was larger than Joe's, there  was
no problem about penetration. It just went straight in. While Peter was
delighting  in  the  action, Joe went into the kitchen, cleaned himself
up, and then returned for a good suck. We must have been like this  for
several  minutes.  Needless  to  say  my  own  prick was solid as steel
throughout this activity. Eventually, Peter withdrew. Joe then told  to
me lie with my back on the floor. I did so. He then lifted back my legs
and  entered me once again. He began to thrust harder and harder. I ran
my fingers down his back and thighs. But he didn't climax.  Instead  he
withdrew. Peter, however, who had been playing with himself in a nearby
chair, was delighted to have a chance in this new position. He was soon
thrusting  away.  After  a  couple  of  minutes,  I could tell from his
breathing and the tightness and sweat of his arse that he was  near  to
orgasm.  I  ran my fingers down his spine a couple of times. He grunted
and gasped and shuddered in a  serious  of  jerks.  After  a  while  he
withdrew and sat down on the arm of a chair. He squeezed his penis from
the  base.  A  lot  of  spunk still oozed out. I put my hand to my arse
hole. It was very wet and sticky. It wasn't long before Joe had  pushed
his  throbbing  cock  in  me  again.  The  sight of spunk dripping from
Peter's dick no doubt assisted his resolve to  'give  it  to  me'  this
time.  Peter  in  fact  was  letting  me  taste  his spunk since he was
rolling the tip  of  his  now  limp  penis  over  my  lips.  It  tasted
excellent,  thick and creamy. Joe continued to pump. It was somewhat of
a marathon,  but  he  eventually  got  to  that  exquisite  plateau  of
excitement.  I  scratched  both thighs very gently. Every muscle in his
body strained. This was it! I could feel the final thrust  deep  inside
me. I too was about to explode. With Joe still inside me, I asked Peter
to  bring  me to climax. By this time only a few strokes were needed. I
shot my load all over my chest, and a few spurts landed on my face.  As
I  came  I  could  feel  Joe's penis still hard and heavy within me. At
last it was all over!

After a minute or two, we got up. Joe pointed me to the  bathroom.   My
arse  was  covered  in  spunk.   I  sat  on  the seat of the toilet and
strained a little, a great number of blobs of spunk  dropped  into  the
pan.   I  really had been given a proper filling. I washed myself, came
out of the bathroom, put on my clothes. I said a few  cursory  goodbyes
to  Peter  and  Joe  and made for the door. It was no longer raining. I
made for the car. Tired but very very satisfied.

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