Date: Sun, 6 Jun 1999 20:29:59 EDT
From: SykQuinn@aol.com
Subject: Telephone Encounters-Part 2

Previously, I described some of the encounters that I have had, with mostly
bi or straight young guys that I met on various telephone sex lines.  I would
now like to share a few of my other experiences.

My typical "fantasy boy" is between eighteen to twenty-five years old, with a
lean, muscular, usually smooth upper body.  They are mostly white, Italian or
Irish boys.  However I have had some boys of other ethnic backgrounds and
there are two memorable black guys that I met.

One of my favorite 550 lines has you record a greeting message, where you
describe yourself and what you are looking for.  You then hear the recorded
messages of the other callers on line, and you can send private messages to
each other, or request a live connection.

One warm Saturday morning in May, a few years ago, I was on the line and
heard a young sounding voice with the following message.  "Eighteen year old
straight black male, looking for his first blow-job from a man."  Well, I
quickly sent him a message, stating that I was a forty-two year old, gay
white man who wanted to suck a young, straight, black dick.  We exchanged a
few messages, back and forth, and discovered that we both lived in Brooklyn.
He agreed to my request for a live conversation.  I described myself, and
told him of my desire to suck the cock of a young straight guy, and he said
that he was curious to see how a gay man gives head.  We both agreed to meet.

His name was Derek, and he told me that he was a high school senior.  He ran
track for his school, and had received an athletic scholarship to go to
Syracuse University in the fall.  I do not like to give my exact address to
people from the phone line until I meet them in person, so I had him meet me
on the corner of my block.  We described ourselves to each other, as well as
what we would be wearing, so as to recognize each other.  Forty-five minutes
later, he was at my corner, dressed exactly as he had said.  I was very
pleased with the young man that came to meet me to get his cock sucked.

 He was wearing a red mesh college football jersey, with white sweatpants,
and high top white running shoes.  Derek was five feet, ten inches tall and
weighed about one hundred fifty pounds.  His handsome face was lean and
angular, with no facial hair other than the very slight beginnings of a
mustache on his upper lip.  He had a stylish fade haircut and looked very
sexy.  He nodded to me in recognition when he saw me.  I could see his smooth
tight athletic body right through his mesh jersey.  And the white sweats
clung to his lean muscular legs, thighs and ass.  I could also detect a very
nice bulge in the crotch of his sweat pants.  I couldn't wait to get him back
to my place.

We were both nervous, and spoke about the weather, and his subway ride over,
as we took the short walk back to my apartment.  I opened the door and lead
him directly to my bedroom.  I asked if he was ready, and he nodded yes.  We
sat on the edge of my bed, and I ran my hands under his red football jersey,
and felt his upper body.  His stomach was rock hard, and very smooth.  I ran
my fingers up to his tiny nipples, as I caressed his chest.  He seemed
content to let me continue feeling his body.  I slipped the jersey over his
head to reveal a very lean smooth torso.  He had that solid muscular look on
a very sleek slender body.  His abs were rippled with tight definition.  I
couldn't keep my hands off his chocolate colored skin.  His nipples were
hard, and I leaned over and put my tongue on one of them.  His body trembled,
as I kissed and licked both the left and right nipple.  I then told him to
lay back in my bed.

Derek put his hands behind his head, as he laid down on my pillows, with his
legs slightly spread.  That healthy bulge that I had noticed in the street
was now growing, and he took his right hand from behind his head, and
squeezed his lengthening rod, right through his sweat pants.  My eyes were
riveted to his young body and that hand that kept fondling and squeezing his
hidden hard cock.  The contrast of the very white sweat pants and his dark
naked torso was very exciting.  He looked up from his crotch and saw the
hungry look in my eyes as I watched him play with himself right through the
white cotton fabric.

"Are you going to blow me"?  He asked, in a soft sexy voice.  I didn't answer
with words, but instead reached over to grab the fabric at the waist of his
sweatpants, and I lowered them down to his sneaker clad feet at the foot of
my bed.  He was now only covered only by his boxer shorts, and his hard cock
was pushing up against the fabric.  I noted a wet spot where his cock head
touched the material of his boxers.  In the gap of his fly, I could see some
of his black pubic hair.  I reached over and carefully lowered his shorts
over the protruding bulge, to reveal a seven inch, circumcised hard black
cock.

He kicked off his sneakers, and I removed the rest of his clothing from
around his feet.  I now had a completely naked, eighteen year old, black high
school athlete in my bed, and I loved the sight.  His cock was a rock hard,
seven inch tool, that bent to a slight angle from it's head.  It was not very
fat, and had the same lean look to it that the rest of his body did.  I
looked him over one more time, drinking in his beauty with my eyes, before I
put my mouth on his "male virgin" hard cock.  He had his hands behind his
head again and took a deep breath.  I could see that the white roll-on
deodorant that he had put on that morning was melting and bubbling up in his
armpits in contrast to his black skin.  He may have been nervous but was now
clearly ready, as his cock was bouncing and dripping pre-cum against his hard
rippled stomach.  His pubic patch was thick, but concentrated only directly
above his hard on.  His balls were small and mostly hairless.  I was ready
too, and lowered my face to his throbbing erection.

My tongue caressed the head of his cock, as I tasted the pre-cum that had
formed.  He again shuddered as my tongue touched his hot flesh.  I ran my
hands up his belly and chest, as I proceeded to take his hard cock in my
mouth.  I began a gentle sucking motion with my lips and mouth, while I kept
licking his cock head, and piss slit with my tongue.  He began a gentle
rocking motion with his body and began to thrust his cock deeper into my
mouth.  I could tell that he was ready to face fuck my mouth and throat.

I gave him the best blow-job that I could, and gagged a few times as the bent
head of his cock forced itself deep in my throat.  I had to use my right hand
to gently masturbate his black teen dick, while I sucked him off.  We
maintained a steady rhythm of my jerking and sucking, and of him thrusting up
into my mouth.  I would occasionally stop my sucking action on his cock to
rest my mouth, and prevent him from ejaculating too soon.

During those rest periods, my tongue would travel from his pubic bush up his
smooth rippled belly, stopping to taste his navel and lick his lean hairless
well defined chest.  He laid back and allowed me to do whatever I wanted.  I
wanted to lick his armpits, but did not because of the obvious deodorant that
was blocking his natural smell and taste.  My tongue would also travel down
to his smooth testicles as I wanted to taste as much of his body as possible.
 At one point, I raised his legs up slightly and worked my tongue into the
area between his balls and ass.  I was traveling down towards his ass, when I
felt his hands on my head, moving me back to his cock.

"Make me cum in your mouth," he moaned as he guided my mouth back to his teen
cock.  He was ready and within two or three minutes, he began moaning and
kept muttering under his breath, "Suck me off," and "Make me cum,
cocksucker."  I was soon rewarded with the taste of cum in my mouth as he
shot off down my throat and filled my mouth with his load.  I kept sucking
until he pulled my head off his spent dick.  We rested with my face laying on
his muscular thigh, as I watched his mighty cock grow softer, and I would
occasionally use my tongue to catch his post orgasm fluid that was leaking
out of his now soft cock.

He soon dressed as we went into my living room.  He drank a coke as we sat
and talked.  I asked what he thought of his first sucking by a man, and he
smiled, and said that he liked it a lot.  I gave him my phone number and told
him to call me anytime that he wanted a repeat performance, and he said that
he would call, but he never did.

My other telephone encounter with a black man happened about a year later.
This occurred on a Sunday morning, when I spoke to another Brooklyn guy, who
lived only a short distance from my apartment building.  His name was Rod,
and he was twenty-three.  He told me that he was bisexual and that lived with
his girlfriend.  She was out of his house that morning, and he wanted to get
his dick sucked.  We met a few blocks from my apartment.  I can't say that I
was as impressed with his looks as I was with Derek.

Rod was taller than Derek, about six feet, two inches, and was a somewhat
stocky two hundred ten pounds, though he was not fat.  He looked like a
typical straight guy in his early twenties, who was letting his body slip
somewhat.  He was wearing baggy jeans, a white T-shirt, black sneakers and
had a Yankees cap on his head backwards.  He seemed a little disappointed in
me as well, as he said that I was older than he had expected.  He said that
he was not sure that he could go through with it.

But he did agree to go back to my apartment with me.  I asked him if he had
ever met anyone this way before, and he said that he had not.  He told me
that he had very limited experiences with other guys, and that they had all
been black and closer to his age.  We arrived back at my place, and he
declined my invitation to go to the bedroom.  We sat on the living room couch
and he asked me if he could have a drink, to calm him down.

He drank straight scotch, as he thought that it might relax him.  I soon got
down on my knees in front of him and began to caress his thighs and worked my
fingers into his crotch.  He stopped me and asked if I had any porno
magazines that he could look at while I was doing him.  I brought out a
couple of Playguys, and In Touch's that I had in my collection.  He thumbed
through them, as I opened his pants and took his cock out of his loose
fitting boxers.  He was uncut and only slightly aroused, as I revealed his
cock.  I put my mouth on it, as I pulled his baggy jeans and his boxer shorts
down around his ankles.  I sucked his uncut dickhead into my mouth, while he
was flipping through the pages of my porno mags.

  He then asked if I had any pussy magazines for him to look at.  I took my
mouth off of his black cock and said no.  Unfortunately, his cock never
really got hard.  After a few minutes, he said that he had enough, and I
reluctantly let him re button his jeans, He apologized and left shortly
thereafter.

Jose was an eighteen year old Puerto Rican boy, who lived with his family in
Forest Hills, Queens, New York.  We spoke on a party line, and I gave him my
phone number.  After a long phone sex call, during which he told me that he
had an eight inch uncut cock, and that he wanted me to suck him off, he
agreed to meet me the very next day.  I drove to a location near his block in
Queens the next evening after work.  I had described my car to him and he
told me which corner to park on, and he would meet me there.  I parked on the
designated corner and waited for over half an hour.

I did notice a young Hispanic guy go to use a pay phone twice, while I was
sitting in my parked car.  I was about to leave; as many times, people say
that they will meet you, but never show up.  Finally that same young teen who
had made the phone calls, walked up to my car and knocked on the window of
the passenger side.  He was close to six feet tall, and weighed around one
hundred ninety pounds.  Dark hair and a dark complexion.  An average looking
eighteen year old Puerto Rican boy.  I rolled up my passenger side window and
said, "Is that you, Jose?".

"Yes," he said followed by, "open the door man!".  I did and he got in.  I
asked why he walked up to the pay phone twice, without coming up to my car.

"I don't want anyone from my neighborhood seeing me get in your car," he
replied.  I drove off.  He seemed much more shy than he had been on the phone
the previous day.  He gave me directions to drive to a large park near his
house.  As we were on a secluded road leading to the park, he grabbed my
right hand, as we were stopped at a red light.

"Put your hand in my pants!", he ordered.  I slipped my hand under the waist
of his black silk like pants that he was wearing.  I discovered that Jose
wore no underwear and that he was rock hard, in anticipation of the hand and
mouth service that I would be providing.  I felt that his foreskin was loose
around the head of his dick and the piss slit was gooey with his pre-cum.

I slid my fist around his very thick, wet eight inch uncut dick.  I stroked
him until the light changed.  I started to drive with one hand and kept
fondling his hard on with the other.  He then told me to pull the car over to
the side of the road.  When I did he had lowered his pants and I saw him
stroking his cock.  It was hard to see on the darkening road, but he again
pulled my hand to his cock.  I now lowered my head to his lap, and took the
whole eight inches in my mouth.  He moaned as I started sucking him off.

It was an awkward position, sitting next to him, rather than in front of him,
but I worked up a good combination of hand and mouth action on his thick,
juicy tasting cock.  I kept sucking for a few more minutes, when I pulled my
head up, and asked if we could go into the park, where he could stretch out
and I could kneel down in front of him and blow him in a more comfortable
manor.

"No man," " Suck me here," he said.  "I told my Mom I would be back in an
hour to do my homework."  I wondered what his mom would think, if she knew
where her little boy was right now.  It would not be the most comfortable
sucking session of all time, but it would have to do.  I sucked up and down
on his large cock, with a few short rest periods.

On my third journey down onto his very thick hard cock, he thrust the dick
harder into my mouth.  On the third or fourth thrust, I felt his juices
squirting in my mouth.  It was a bitter tasting, but very full load.  He kept
cumming and I could not swallow the whole load.  Some dripped out of my mouth
onto his stomach.  I slurped up all of the excess cum from his slightly hairy
stomach and very hairy pubic hair.  Overall, too quick, but satisfying.

The final encounter that I will describe is probably he hottest of all, to
me.  This experience goes back to the earlier days of the telephone party
lines, when there was an open room where six or seven guys could talk on a
true party line.  It was an autumn evening, on a week night after work.  I
called my then favorite "Brooklyn Queens line."

After the pre recorded welcome message, I said "Hello" a few times and did
not get any response.  I then heard a very macho sounding voice saying,
"Anyone in Queens?".  I did not answer him, but instead asked if there was
anyone in Brooklyn.  After a few repetitions of this, we both realized that
we were the only two on the line, or at least the only two who were talking.

I said that I was in Park Slope, Brooklyn, and had a car.  He said that he
was in Long Island City.  I told him that it was not very far away, but he
said that he really wanted someone closer by.  I convinced him that we might
as well talk to each other, while waiting to see if anyone else comes on the
line.  His name was Rob, and he was twenty-three.

I told him my age and description and told him that I like to suck cock.  He
asked if I ever ate anyone's ass out.  I told him that if the guy was hot and
turned me on, I would do that.  He thought about it for a minute, and asked
me how long it would take for me to get over to his house.  I told him twenty
minutes, which was actually stretching the truth, but I really wanted that
boy with the sexy macho young voice.

He asked for my phone number, which I gladly gave him.  He called me right
back.  He described himself as five feet, eleven inches tall, one hundred and
sixty pounds, dark hair and eyes, and a very fit jock body, with a seven inch
cut cock.  He sounded terrific.  He had a typical "Brooklyn" type accent on
young tough kids from the city.  Sort of like "Vinny Barberino" from the
"Welcome Back Kotter" television show.  (Played by a very young sexy John
Travolta.)

Rob told me that he was bisexual and loved the way a guy sucks.  He told me
that he also wanted his ass eaten.  I was so excited about meeting this stud,
that I agreed whole heartedly.  He gave me directions to his house.  He told
me that he rents the basement apartment of a private house, and I have to be
very discreet.  I was to meet him on the corner of his house.

I made very good time, but did miss a couple of turns as I approached his
neighborhood.  I was about ten minutes late, and prayed that he would still
be waiting for me, as he would not give me his phone number.  I made a right
turn onto his block and Rob was standing there waiting for me.  He was a
dream come true.

Rob was wearing tight black jeans, high top white sneakers and a white
T-shirt covered by an open football letterman jacket.  He looked like the
quarterback for his high school or college team.  He had short black hair
brushed straight back, and was very handsome.  On a scale of one to ten, we
are talking about a ten.  This is what made all of the attempted connections
that failed, worth while.  Rob was what I was hoping to find.  And things got
better from there.

I had described my car to him, and he knew exactly who I was as I came out of
my car.  He didn't say hello or introduce himself to me.  He just came up to
me and said in a low voice.

"There's a lot a people out on the block tonight."  "Say your my uncle, if
anyone asks and just follow me."  I followed him and was breathing very
rapidly from nerves and excitement.  I hoped that nothing would fuck up this
dream boy encounter.  We walked down his block to a house on the next corner.
 No one was standing there, so I didn't have to play uncle.  I followed him
through a small gate in front of a chain link fence.  We walked around to the
back of the house and into the back door, and down a few steps into his
basement apartment.

As he opened the door, I saw a wet towel flung on the back of a chair.  He
glanced at it and said to me, "I just took a shower and cleaned out my ass
for you."  He grinned at me and then walked into the carpeted living room,
and stopped in front of the couch.

"We are going to have to be quick," he said.  "My girlfriend is getting back
from work soon."  I didn't know that he lived with a girl.  But that made him
seem even hotter to me.  I would be sucking this twenty-three year old jock
stud, right in the apartment that he shares with his chick.  Very cool.  As
long as we don't get caught.

When we reached the couch, he took off his football jacket, and threw it
down.  His body looked great in his white T-shirt and black jeans.  Very
muscular, very macho, very straight looking.  He then peeled his T-shirt off,
revealing a tight toned, moderately hairy chest, with a smooth tight belly.
I could see the dark tufts of hair in his armpits as he pulled the white
shirt off of his head.  Rob then sat down on the couch, and removed his high
top sneakers.  Next he pulled his white sweat socks off, revealing his bare
feet.  Everything about Rob was a turn on.

Rob then stood up and unfastened the snap on the top of his jeans and pulled
down the zipper and slipped out of his jeans and white jockey shorts in one
motion.  As he peeled his jeans and underwear off, my dream stud was now
completely naked.  His cock was thick but not hard.  It hung down a few
inches over two very small testicles, and I kept looking over his naked young
body.  He then gave me my orders.

"I want you to keep going between my dick, my balls, and my ass," he told me.
 Rob then got up on his couch kneeling on his knees, presenting his young
body to me, as if on a serving platter.  It looked better than any
smorgasbord that I ever went to.

I knelt down along side him on the couch and followed his instructions by
starting with his cock.  It got instantly erect, as my mouth engulfed it.  I
sucked and slurped loudly on his six inch hard circumcised cock.  It tasted
great, and I had almost forgotten about the rest of his orders.  Rob had not.

"Now lick my balls," he instructed.  His hard cock popped out of my mouth, as
Rob leaned back on the couch and I slipped my tongue down to his balls.  They
were very small, with no loose skin hanging.  They felt like hairy lemons,
and I kept brushing my tongue against their very solid texture.

"Now my ass," was Rob's third command.  He scooted back on the couch, and
extended his legs straight out and then raised them to offer me access to his
hole.  I dove right in and started licking his crack.  There was a fine
coating of hair that my tongue penetrated.  His ass was very tight, and very
clean from his recent shower.  There was no taste other than clean boy flesh.
 I enjoyed giving him pleasure that I assume that his girlfriend would not do
for him.

I alternated between sucking his cock, licking his balls, and working my
tongue deeper up his ass, for the next few minutes.  Then, he jumped off the
couch, and laid down on the carpeted floor on his back.  He spread his legs
and beckoned me over with his finger.  I crawled between his legs, now on the
floor and continued my oral service.  A few minutes later, Rob spoke again.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered, "and lie on your back."  I followed his
instructions, and Rob then put his ass over my head with his legs stretched
out over my torso.  In this position, I could eat out his more open asshole,
and his hard cock was bouncing against my hairy chest.  He then had a further
command to me.

"Now take down your pants and play with your cock!"  I obliged as I pulled my
jeans and underpants down to my knees.  I started jerking off while eating
out Rob's ass, with his hard dick still rubbing my chest.  After keeping this
position for a while, Rob got up off my face, and moved back onto the
carpeted floor, once again on his back, while I waited for his next command.

"Get over here and suck me off."  "We don't have much time before my girl
gets home!"  I again obliged, but had to free myself of my jeans and
underwear to be able to raise myself over his body to suck him off on his
back.  I was now completely naked and went to my task of sucking Rob off,
with a great passion.

He started thrusting his body up at me with very aggressive gyrations, as he
was really in a hurry to cum in my mouth.  I took his cock into the back of
my throat, and felt his cock explode in my mouth.  I swallowed every precious
drop.  He quickly got up and started getting dressed, while I lay on his
floor naked, and jerking off my dick.  I asked if he minded if I finished
myself off.  He was now fully dressed, and looked down at me disdainfully.
He had gotten his rocks off and now was apparently pretty eager to get this
old naked faggot out of his home, before his girl came home.

"O.K., if you hurry up," he first said.  I started jerking off as quickly as
I could, while looking up at this fully dressed jock stud, whose load of cum
I had swallowed, moments before.  But I was taking too long for him, and Rob
put an end to my masturbation.

"That's it," he said gruffly.  "Get dressed, and get out."  I hurriedly got
dressed as he impatiently looked on.  I asked him to call me again, as I had
given him my phone number earlier that evening.  But he said nothing as I
walked up the stairs, to his great relief, before his girl got home.

Rob never called again, but it was a great memory and I always hope that I
can meet someone like him again.  I hope that you enjoyed hearing about these
sucking sessions that I have experienced through the phone lines.  Your
comments are encouraged at SykQuinn@aol.com.