Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2015 15:59:08 -0400
From: Tom F <ilkem2msex@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to give it up right

Learning how to give it up right

This story is written by me, and is meant for adult only entertainment for
those of legal age who enjoy such things.

This is a true story. Let me know what you think.

ilkem2msex@gmail.com


I lived on Spadina Avenue in Toronto for a while. It was a busy street back
then with the El Mocambo club north of me, a jazz bar across the street and
a late night bar frequented by blacks just to the south. One weekend my
roommates all left to visit some friends in the States. I made myself a
decent meal and had a few drinks after work in the restaurant that night.
The bars were closing, and I decided that I needed a little walk and maybe
some cock before getting off to sleep. I always liked walking by the late
night black bar, checking out the handsome black guys leaving the bar.

I usually walked slowly by and pretending not to be looking, but tonight I
guess I had a bit more to drink and I had less fear. I noticed one tall
guy, maybe 35, dressed in well fitting jeans, a bright coloured t-shirt
that showed his muscled chest and a light loose fitted jacket. He was over
6 foot tall, maybe 190 lbs, and the jeans accentuated his crotch. He caught
me looking a little too long and almost scowled back. Embarrassed and a bit
scared, I looked away quickly and stepped up the pace, pretending I had
someplace to go.

I looked back and he was looking my way. He stood near his car, adjusted
his cock and started talking casually to another guy. I felt somewhat
relieved and stopped, lit a smoke and stood a bit down the street,
pretending to enjoy the warm night. His friend left and I decided I would
walk home, back the way I came. I had to glance at his crotch again as I
walked by, which he casually adjusted again. He got in his car, and pulled
up to the corner of Spadina. I arrived the same time, and for some reason I
looked at him and with some fool bravery, asked him if he wanted some
"face".

He looked me in the eye and asked if I was serious or a cop. I replied I
was serious, shaking with fear. The regulars at this bar didn't care for
the police and I had buzzed hair, pretty well standard for the police back
then. He said I better be serious, and flashed something metallic. I told
him I was close by and had the apartment to myself. Feeling a mixture of
fear, excitement and almost a sense of conquest, I led him up the stairs to
my bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and jacket and told me to get down on
my knees and take out his cock.

Soft, but starting to get engorged, it was already six inches long and
thick. I worked my tongue round his foreskin and licked the shaft down to
his balls. The short curly pubic hairs were abrasive to my somewhat flushed
cheeks as I inhaled the black man scent of his crotch. I undid his belt,
pulled his jeans down revealing beautifully hard muscled long legs. He
stumbled as I removed them and his underwear, getting harder and bigger as
I did it. After a minute or two more of licking his tight balls, his musky
perineum and between his legs, he grabbed my head and guided it to the head
of his tool.

Working with my tongue I loosened his foreskin enough to expose the smooth,
shiny purple head of his dark, swollen shaft. The slight saltiness of a few
drops of his last pee woke up my taste buds as I licked under his foreskin.
He lay back on the bed and pulled off his t-shirt, showing me his toned
chest with small tight curls of hair between his pecs.  I struggled to take
all his man meat in my mouth and down my throat, gradually taking more and
more till I finally managed to take all 10 inches of his thick black cock
down my throat. I moved my head to come up for air and felt his hands
forcing me back down.

I gagged as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. It hit the spot
and I started to regurgitate, though it was mostly drinks. Unfazed he
directed my head with his hands to lick it up, which of course I did, not
wanting to find out what that metallic thing was he flashed before. As he
shoved my head down his shaft to his curly pubes, I gagged again and
instinctively tried to go back up. He held my head deeper until the gagging
reflex stopped. After a few more times, he didn't have to hold my head
there anymore. I would hold it deep or go deeper when the reflex hit and
focus on the musky scent of his tight balls till the reflex passed.

Once he made sure I could give deep, un-interrupted "face" by taking
control of my head, bobbing me up and down his solid tool at his will, he
decided it was time for something different. Grabbing me under my arms, he
pulled me to a sitting position. He spit on his fingers and firmly started
to work on my ass. Knowing I had better keep him happy, I made no
complaint, even though it hurt. He produced a super-sized condom and rolled
it on. I felt my mouth go dry with fear, but forced myself to produce some
saliva as lube for the inevitable entry. Spreading it on his sheathed ebony
shaft and shiny smooth dick head, I could feel his cock get thicker and
harder with the anticipation of my tight white pussy-ass.

He was surprisingly gentle as he probed my rosebud with his saliva-slimed
monster. He played with the entry a while, sliding his dick head lightly in
and out. I relaxed a bit, and with an almost audible sigh of relief, set
back to enjoying this slow late night fuck. I started to wiggle a bit,
gently imitating his movements. I just started and he felt my anus
relax. With one strong swift movement, he took advantage of my loosened ass
and buried the length of his cock into me. The pain was searing as my
rectum stretched to accommodate his huge black prick. I almost screamed but
his hand covered my mouth as he told me, without words, not to make a
noise.

He kept his cock buried in me for two minutes till the pain subsided and my
hole relaxed a bit more. As he sensed this, he pulled back almost out, and
pushed back in again, holding till my anus released. I found it easier to
handle after a few more decisive and deep thrusts of his genital spear. As
my man-pussy got used to his huge tool, he moved more fluidly, rotating
around, once in while hitting my g-spot and sending a shiver of deep
pleasure up my spine. I could feel his cock getting harder and larger
still, knowing his semen load was almost ready to blow.

Suddenly with both his strong arms he lifted me off his impaling tool, and
forced my head down. He rolled off the condom, grabbed my ears and forced
my head down to swallow his load. The cream spurted out in gobs, and when I
almost gagged he held me down tight, forcing me to relax and accept his
salty-sweet cum.  I obediently licked his balls, cock and his man musky
crotch clean, helped him dress again and walked him to the door.

After that, I started to go for more walks, just as the bars closed down
for the night.