Date: Sun, 6 Sep 2009 08:55:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Good Day

All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you, so move to a more sensible place, log back on to Nifty
and read it there. I hope you enjoy the story. By the way, this story is
true, the sex happened, but be smarter than we were--play safe.

My first sexual encounter with an adult happened about three weeks after my
16th birthday, and he was black so he was my first interracial experience
too. I was out of school for a week--it was hunting season, and the week
could be "pre-excused" which a bunch of us non-hunters took advantage
of--and cruising around since I had a car. I'd hit the local mall and other
high school hang outs; nothing was going on, so I decided to hit the
Interstate and see what the metropolis had to offer.

My parents were both retired from the Army; my dad was still part of the
Corps of Engineers, a regional inspector. My mom was a nurse, a regional
coordinator for the state license board. They both traveled often, so I was
home alone quite a bit. If I had to, I'd admit to being kinda cute,
especially then. I'm a redhead and at that time I was in the midst of a
growth spurt, I was just over 6' and weighed in at 168 lbs. I was a
baseball player and it showed; tall and lanky with broad shoulders, buff
arms and chest, tight abs and a distance runners legs. I had crystal blue
eyes, a clear round smooth face that girls said was cute and--I'd been told
by both sexes--a nice ass. And, at that time, my pride-and-joy was almost
7". I had had sex with guys more or less regularly since I was 8; I'd been
fucked at 12 and loved it, and I figured out I was gay by my 13th birthday.
I was experienced with boy-boy and boy-teen sex, but naive to sex with a
grown man.

I knocked around the city and found a really huge mall. I went in and
started scoping out some of the guys that were around. At the food court I
saw this really, really hot Latino; he looked to be about my age, was 5'9"
and looked to weigh about 155 lbs. Built like a soccer player that wrestles
in the winter; he was wearing a washed out blue cap backwards over black
hair with a slight curl. He had that gorgeous copper/olive skin tone and
deep, dark, brown eyes that you could lose yourself in. His face was
equally stunning clear skin, long lashes, a perfect nose, and sculpted
cheek bones; a long slender neck emerging from the loose color of an
unbuttoned short-sleeve shirt and a smooth torso wrapped by a white
"wife-beater." I couldn't see further down because of the stupid wretched
table. I grabbed a drink and sat at nearby table. I played the glance and
smile game with him for a few minutes trying desperately to screw my
courage up enough to say something to him. He got up and kind of glanced
around and moved slowly enough for me to follow him which I did. He
strolled along looking in shops and kiosks never stopping, but slowing
enough for me to close the distance with him. We did this for about 20
minutes and wound up in the young men's department of one of the upscale
department stores. We were back in the racks mostly out of sight when he
started "modeling" shorts off the rack, posing and pushing his package
forward--this was getting really hot--we were drifting in the direction of
the changing rooms when a heavily accent female voice called out:

 "Felipe, donde ha sido usted--where have you been!? It is time we are
leaving. Come."

I turned to see a middle-aged Latina, everything about her said "mama". I
looked back at the boy; he was hanging the shorts back up. He cocked his
head to the side and gave me a little-boy grin and whispered the word
"Sorry" as he passed. I felt like I'd had a perfect game broken up by a
home run in the bottom of the ninth.

"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!"

I drifted away from there and wandered around the mall aimlessly. I
meandered through a sports shop and then to a sunglasses place and became
aware of a black guy watching me, following me with his eyes. I decided to
check it out and see what was up, so I drifted out of the shop and wandered
a couple of shops down. Yes! He was definitely following me. I paused in
front of a bookstore and picked up a magazine; he stopped to look at a book
at the table opposite mine. I took the opportunity to check him out.
Oh-My-God! I almost nutted in my pants--he was so freakin' beautiful!  He
wore a black do-rag, had a broad, smooth face; smiling dark eyes, perfect
brow; broad nose, full, kissable lips, café au lait skin--luscious. He was
about 5' 11" n' wearing an oversize gray t-shirt and loose fitting black
jeans; brown work boots completed his ensemble. Then I saw his hands--I had
never before had to fight down an urge to lick someone else's fingers in
public--long smooth fingers, almost pristine knuckles, and smooth hairless
backs, perfect hands. And the color; and so smooth!  Oh-My-Freakin'-GOD! Oh
so hot.

I shook my head slightly to bring myself out of the trance and realized I'd
murmured "God! Oh so hot" out loud! He gave me a sly, knowing smile, put
his book down, and still looking at me, gave a "follow me" gesture with his
head as he walked past me, I followed.

He strode a few paces further on then went through a set of double doors to
his left. I followed about two paces behind. I paused outside the doors, my
higher intellect finally kicked in to caution me--for a split second I
thought about all the "e-ville" that could befall me--then I told the
little voice of reason to shut-up and go away--and followed him. The hall
was very long and utilitarian. I saw him about half-way down going through
yet another door; this one under a very prominent "MENS RESTROOM" sign, I
glanced around and made my way quickly after him.

I pushed through the door and found I was in yet another hallway, the door
at the far end was just closing. I rushed through that door and entered a
huge restroom--like major airport huge--that looked deserted--he was
nowhere to be seen. Then, to my left I heard a stall door slam. I went to
my left and down an alley of toilet stalls, all closed. Which one was it?!
Just then the door of the handicapped stall on the far end opened and HIS
hand beckoned. In a trance I floated over and into the stall. I heard the
door latch behind me, I was grabbed and spun around and shoved back to the
wall; with his hand on my neck he looked at me really, really hard then
with a smirk he leaned in and kissed me really passionately--I'd never ever
been kissed like that in public, but I quickly started to kiss back--the
real thing, tongue wrestling, spit swapping, face sucking, tonsil hockey.
Damn! My body was rigid and suddenly I was quivering like a feather in the
wind; we were hugging each other so fiercely it's a wonder we didn't break
each others ribs! We broke the hug--and the kiss--my right hand moved up to
caress the left side of his face and neck; my left worked its way under his
shirt; skin smoother than silk, flesh hard as iron. (My mouth waters in
memory). He kissed then bit the left side of my neck--as he bit into my
neck I moaned and my hands of their own accord gripped his head and neck
and pushed his mouth harder into my neck. His right hand gripped and
caressed the left side of my neck, his thumb rubbed along my jaw. His left
hand gripped and dug into my right pec. I pulled his face away from my neck
and our mouths found and began to devour each other again. And now my mouth
was at his neck he moaned, then broke away and shoved me hard back against
the wall (thank the gods it was a solid block wall or we would have gone
right through it). Then, with a defiant glare, grabbed the waist of my
jeans and yanked them down as he knelt and engulfed my diamond hard 6-3/4"
dick in one smooth motion. My knees went weak, my eyes rolled back in my
head and I made a gurgling sound like Homer Simpson with a dozen donuts.
The only reason I didn't come right then was, I think, because I was in so
much ecstasy I'd forgotten how. Within seconds, however, that knowledge
came rushing back to my mind and body.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I said in a choked whisper.

He pulled his mouth off my dick and grinned up at me.

"Not yet you ain't, this gonna last a little while, white boy."

Something in his tone or his manner of speaking said "military"; I realized
then that he was considerably older than me. I found out later that he was
25 and had just gotten off of army active duty 6 months before. I digress.

He stood up and pulled me against him, our mouths met and our hands roved;
his hands slid down my back to explore my ass, mine slid under his shirt
and down his pants. I slid a hand around front and brushed through his bush
and found the top of his dick; it felt like a piece of silk covered steel
pipe the size of a water main! I shoved him back a little, dropped to my
knees and started to unwrap my present. It was a good thing that I leaned
forward beside his knee as I pulled his pants down because, 11-1/2" of
black steel sprang up out of his pant leg like setting off a mouse trap, if
my face had been in the way he would have broken my jaw or nose or put my
out. Damn! What a glorious organ! I was so stunned, I forgot what I was
doing--my jaws gaped--I said,

"How beautiful. . . What do I do . . . ?"

Even as I said that I reached out and grasped the largest circumcised penis
I had seen up to that time. My hand wrapped all the way around it just
barely--the tip of my thumb covered about an 1/8th" of my middle finger's
nail--and I have very long hands and fingers (10"+ from the heel of my palm
to tip of my middle finger). The head was the size and color of a plum; I
engulfed it and got maybe 2" of his shaft in my mouth. Bliss was mine! And
he wasn't complaining either,

"Nice, yeah work that dick boy. . . Yeah, das good," he murmured.

With one hand he guided my head along one side and then the other of his
penis. I couldn't help but giggle as I nibbled and licked all the way.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

I paused in my labor of love and told him,

"This is just like dick-flavored corn-on-the-cob!"

He chuckled and responded,

"Jus' don't bite into it."

I grabbed the dick and flipped it up and licked it from base to tip like a
candy stick. I engulfed the head and sucked again and repeated the
sequence. I then began to lave his nut sack. (An observation; I've had sex
with more than my fare share guys with 8" and larger dicks, most of them
were cum gushers, and all of them had smaller scrotums than me). I took
each in my mouth and then both, slurping and licking them like they were a
melting ice cream cone, and they were just as tasty. Then I licked a little
lower and tongued my way to his perineum.

"Damn boy, you gonna eat me up--you driven me crazy--you gonna eat my ass?
Huh, you dirty little white boy?"

"O Fuck yeah," I said.

I returned to work on the head of his dick. He yanked it away as he sharply
sucked in a breath,

"Ease up on that baby, I was `bout t' nut." He told me as he turned around.

As he did so, I was presented with an ass that defined the cooks' label
"GBD"--golden brown and delicious. I am a dedicated ass eater and have been
since I first tried it with Danny when I was 12--I love the taste, the
scent and the sensation I get by making my subject moan and quiver. My man
was most appreciative, he quivered like Jell-O, he moaned like a hump-back
whale, and gasped and cursed in a sharp whisper. I kept at it, until
finally he stopped me.

"I could let you do that forever, but I want to fuck. You ready to get
fucked boy?"

I was horny and hesitant at the same time.

"You got the biggest dick I've ever seen--you could rip me apart--I want
it, man I want it! But I am a little scared." My little voice of reason had
returned quietly.

"I won't hurt you--I know how big this fucker is and I know how to use
it--if you really want me to fuck you then everything will be ok, but you
can't hesitate. If you ain't sure then lets not try it, `cause you will get
tore up."

"I want it man. I want to feel your dick all up inside me. I want you to
fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to FUCK ME."  "Alright," he
whispered in a soothing voice, and started nuzzling my neck. We made out
for a little while; the apprehension and tension drained away and I was
ready. He broke out a little tube of Vaseline lip balm, put a dollop on my
finger and squirted a dose on his dick and slicked up the whole length as I
lubed my pleasure hole. I turned around and faced the wall, and presented
my tight white ass to him; he pulled me and pushed me into position; he
rubbed the head of that massive meat up and down my crack and located my
entry. He let the head rest there for a second, then we both took a breath,
I pushed out as he pushed in; the head popped in and I gasped--a sensation
ripped through me, not pain, more like a shock--thank gods he stopped, I
caught my breath and nodded for him to continue. He pressed forward and I
felt like I was using a fire plug as a suppository! As his dick snaked
further and further in, that sweet delicious buzzed feeling began to
envelope my body; as he bottomed out I moaned and I realized I needed
something to moan into or half the mall would know I was having a GOOD
time. I told my friend as much, and carefully we leaned and fished a green
bandana from my back pocket, as we moved down then back up--I couldn't stop
myself, I moaned like the sound track to a cheap porno--his dick smacked
against my prostate and I became aware that pre-cum was running from my
dick like crankcase oil from a Checker Cab, I stuffed the rag into my mouth
and moaned like I was being paid to do it.

As soon as I was properly muffled, he began to really fuck me--not hard
really, but true long dick fuckin'--he was right he knew how to use that
big fucker. He was pumping away at a steady pace when he leaned up to my
ear and licked it and nibbled on my ear lobe. I lost it; the combination of
sensations was just too much, and for the second time (up `til then) in my
life I came without ever stroking my dick. I nutted and nutted hard! I
could already feel the muscles in my crotch and inside my thighs and knew
they'd be sore come tomorrow. My partner whispered,

"I'm almost there. Here I come . . . Oh Damn! Here it comes! . . . O FUCK!"
He shoved all the way up into me and shuddered like a seizure patient! He
held his breath and then gasped, and whisper sharply "Shit! Fuck! Goddam!"
then blew out a breath again. He pulled out and then kissed my neck. I felt
that empty feeling that comes at the end of a great fuck. He pulled his
pants up and then slipped out of the stall. I wanted to follow but had
immediate post-fuck needs to take care of, so I latched the door and
shuffled over to the toilet and did what was necessary. After I'd cleaned
up, I dressed, left the stall washed up and headed back towards the mall. I
figured I'd never see dude again; oh well, it was great and it would make a
great jack off fantasy. As I walked out of the rest room into the little
hall, I was overcome by that post deep dick glow, it was almost like my
prostate was in spasm and an almost orgasmic feeling washed over me--no
come, but it sure felt good--I had to lean against the wall to recover.
After a few glowing seconds, I pulled myself together and started out the
outer door, and collided with dude coming back in.

"Are you alright man?" he asked, "It took you a while." I smiled and
responded.

"When you left out, I thought you were gone, so I wasn't in any rush. If
I'd known you were waiting . . . It still woulda taken a while, that was a
thorough job."

"Sorry about how I left . . . I needed to piss and wanted to give you a
little privacy," he said softly, "An', it's kind of a reflex from when I
was in the service."

"Thought you were military." I said a little smugly.

"It shows that bad?"

"Not really, I'm an Army brat, so I recognize GI a mile off."

"I just ETS'd a couple of months, more like six months ago."

We strolled down the long hallway and into the mall, chatting all the
while. We reached the food court; he bought me a soda and we continued
talking. He was at loose ends since he'd gotten out; between the economy
and the uncertain military situation, he didn't know what to do, but he'd
narrowed it down to college general ed courses, and getting by on his GI
Bill and UI payments until lightning struck. I paid attention and nodded
appropriately. Then he said,

"I'm sorry to bore you, man, but sometimes I gotta unload. Know what I
mean?

"You didn't bore me, and I do know what you mean. I feel like I'm spinnin'
my wheels too, I'm stuck here for another year and a half. Graduation can't
come soon enough."

At this point, the movies let out, and our quiet chat was swamped by a sea
of sound.

"You wanna blow this joint?" he asked over the din.

"Sure, lets rock on out." I agreed

We walked in silence to the parking garage,

"You wanna follow me to my place?" he asked, "it's not far from here."

I thought about it, no one was at home, so I was my own man and hanging out
with Dobbs was really cool. I didn't get a creepy vibe from him at all,

"Sure" I said.

I followed him to a nondescript apartment building about six blocks from
the mall. We parked and he led the way up to the third floor, his was the
apartment on the far end. We entered, the place was sparsely furnished; a
couch and mismatched chair and a big screen TV occupied the living room. A
Formica table and three chairs were visible in the kitchen. The carpet was
old and worn, but it, like everything else in the place was clean and
everything was neat.

Dobbs grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, sports center was on briefly
then a DVD started, the images on the screen resolved into a twinky white
boy sucking a thuggish looking black dude; as I watched I sat down next to
Dobbs on the couch,

"That looks like fun, shall we try it?" I asked in a chipper voice.

"Well, I don't know," he responded languidly, "I guess so, if you really
want to."

As I moved to unwrap that amazing package once again, he stopped me and
ducked into the bathroom.

"Get in here," he ordered.

I rushed to comply. I helped him strip and he stripped me and we were
butt-naked devouring each other. He broke away and started the shower; we
got in and continued our game of tonsil hockey. We started washing each
other and soon, I was up against the wall getting my ass fucked like there
was no tomorrow. He nutted deep inside me, paused for maybe 10 seconds,
pulled out spun me around and swiftly sucked me to climax and swallowed my
nut.

After a little recovery time, we finished our shower sans further incident,
got out and dried each other off. He led me to the bedroom, and we lay down
naked. He spooned up behind me and quickly fell asleep; I lingered in that
place between asleep and awake and thought about what had happened to me
that day. It was a good day I decided, and I heard my own sleepy voice say,

"It was a very good day." And I drifted off to sleep.


I had more fun with Dobbs, if you want to find out how he reacted when he
discovered I was a 16 y/o high school student, let me know; constructive
criticism is always welcome. Email me at thelilghost06_nThesarge@yahoo.com
Thanx --John.