Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 08:26:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: The C-List/encounters/interracial

This story features graphic depictions of sex between
adult males. If this offends you, or you live in a
repressive state whose laws forbid this sort of
material, back away now, quickly. You have been
sternly warned. All rights reserved.

If this sort of thing interests you, then come a
little closer, and look into my eyes....comments to
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The C-List

A Canadian associate of mine was coming to my town,
and he sent me an e-mail asking for some advise on
hooking up when he was here. We had come out to each
other in an uncomplicated way. We were at a business
meeting, and a young African American associate gave
an outstanding presentation in the afternoon about a
potential business opportunity. I happened to be
sitting behind him, off to the left, and I was amused
to see him literally fixate on the young man.

Later, at the mandatory social, we were sipping a
white wine, both of us wondering when we could leave
gracefully, and I asked him about it. I said the young
exec was quite a hunk, and he looked at me
quizzically, and then seemed to shrug.

He told me he has a thing about African-American men,
a humiliation forbidden-love kind of thing. I think it
is more exotic if you are from the Great White North.
Down here you see a fair number of inter-racial
couples, but they take some work. There is still some
residual racism that can be sort of startling, outside
the downtown areas, and downtown there are other
African Americans that are not comfortable with gays,
much less brothers who are sleeping with the enemy.

I recommended a couple places downtown. There was one
called the Inferno, which featured a big gas fireplace
in the corner, and a big horseshoe bar in he middle
with tables around the wall.

It had nice windows, too, so you could look out on the
street. No one seemed to be ashamed of why they were
there, and I liked the place. I used to go in the
afternoon, when I could place hooky from the office,
and it was soothing, with the low sunlight and a rosy
kind of glow on the dark wood and brass. Not much of a
crowd, just some guys at the bar. Relaxing. Not a lot
of hustle.

I only got one decent hook-up in the afternoon that
summer, with a landscaper. He had been a soldier, and
his had a muscular torso under his khaki work shirt
and a blunt way about him.

He wasn't quite my type, but that is the nature of
hook-ups, isn't it? He had a big truck that should
have had a trailer that hulked at the curb. It was a
crew cab, so there was plenty of room in the back, and
semi-smoked windows so you could not really see in or
out. I liked his brusque assumption of control, the
way he matter-of-factly whipped out his cock and had
me go down on him, grunting when he came. He asked me
to jerk off for him, and I complied, squirming around
on my knees on the seat, so that I could keep his
softening cock in my mouth.

When he was done with me, it was polite but firm, no
prospect of a future. Unless, of course, we happened
to be in the same place at the same time and he wanted
to get off. I wound up with some embarrassing stains
on my suit pants, but it was fun.

It was a different at night. The only light came from
the fireplace and some fixtures behind the bar. It
gave everyone a rosy sort of look, shadows flickering.
There were short Latin men, guest workers, I assume,
from their Indian features, and businessmen, and some
black guys who were just hanging out. I could feel
their dark eyes boring into me from the dark.

That is where I met Ricardo, an extraordinary young
man with a lot of potential. He was graduating from
the University downstate with a pre-med degree. I'll
tell you about that someday, if I can bring myself to
it, and you want to hear. It was not pretty, though it
certainly had some memorable moments.

On further consideration, I am not sure you ever meet
the right person half drunk, or sometimes really
drunk, which is why I dropped out of the scene for a
while after my tumultouous affair with Ricardo. One
drama queen in the family is quite enough, you know?

So I had that in mind when I made my recommendation to
my associate. Try the Inferno, I said. It is such a
trip to see the antics in the flickering light. But I
recommended he have a back-up plan, since he was only
going to be in town for a few days.

He had been complaining about the dearth of black men
in his neck of the woods. I suggested that he also put
a posting on Craig's List, and open up a dialogue with
a likely partner. Maybe have a few dates lined up
before he even got to town.

I got turned on to Craig's List through an article in
Herald. It talked about a grass-roots website that
exchanged information on all sorts of things, jobs,
gigs, apartments, furniture and cars. There was no
overhead, no fee for advertising. They also were no
prudes. There was an adult personals section, with
categories for most of the usual combinations of
desire.

I cruise the Men-Seeking-Men section almost daily,
looking at what people want.

It is pretty clear that there are more of us
cock-suckers and bottoms out there than there are men
advertising to have their cocks sucked. A lot more.
Maybe three-to-one. It doesn't seem fair, somehow.

There was one this morning from a really frustrated
Twink, who poured his heart out about not having a
legal ID to go to the bar, and how he wanted a cock in
his face, and someone's balls in his mouth. I had to
chuckle at that. I imagine he has more dick in him now
that he could possibly imagine. I would have
responded, but the posting was from yesterday, I
suspect that he must have received a few hundred
responses, and that he awoke this morning with an
aching asshole and an entirely new outlook on life.

Craigs list is mostly for the young, and computer
literate, of course. So the segment of the market that
is geographically feasible, top, black and ready for
action with a man of a certain age is fairly limited.

The ads are fun to read though. I happened to be
looking in the afternoon one week day a month or two
ago. It had been a few days since I had a decent
orgasm, and I felt that familiar fullness in my groin.
I felt like grinding my pelvis against the desk. Why
does the fever come on the way it does? Why did I wind
up as the one with the void that needs filling,
instead of taking my joy by bonking someone else?

Craig's List is a little scary, since you do not know
who you are dealing with, even exchanging pictures and
stats. Everything can be bogus, and just because
someone says they are DDF- drug and disease free- that
doesn't mean they are. But I figure if you are careful
and don't put yourself in a position you can't get out
of it can work. I mean, if the whole point is to have
a fat cock spurting in your mouth, or be pinioned on
some massive fuck-stick, how safe can you be anyway?

So that particular day I got carried away with the
idea of having a nice load of man-juice for lunch. I
posted an ad for a Hot Lunch from a black man, a sort
of reverse meals on wheels, no kidding, the time from
the e-mail to a fat black cock being in my mouth was a
half hour. Technology is a wonderful thing!

It all happened so fast! He sent me a phone number in
his response, I called it, he gave me directions, and
I drove over to his  place, which was only about ten
minutes away. I was in that place, half erect and the
other half wondering if I had made a huge mistake as I
knocked on the door.

My heart was in my mouth as the door opened. He turned
out to be pretty dreamy, looking distinguished. He was
a tall man with light brown skin, a medium afro with a
little dusting of gray on the sides, and the beginning
of a belly that did not in one bit detract from the
elegance of his frame.

He was better than I had been expecting, and while not
as hugely endowed as some black guys I have dated,
perfectly serviceable. I stepped in the door, and
stood in front of him for a moment. He told me I was a
good looking man, and I just about swooned. I leaned
forward, and found he was a good kisser, and we
explored each other with our tongues as our hands
dropped to grasp the hard cocks that were poking at
both of us.

He was wearing sweats, so it was just a tug to get him
out in the air. I had slacks on, but they dropped to
the floor quickly along with my boxers. I held us,
hard on to hard on, with my left hand. He was a little
longer, and a little thicker, but they looked so nice
alongside one another, like the keys on a piano. The
feel was really cool, too, like we were one gigantic
cock. I think that handshake is so sexy!

>From that embrace to being upstairs in the townhouse
was just a few minutes. He had a nice chest with
tightly curled hair and small hard nipples, which he
wanted me to tease with my mouth, and of course I
happily complied. We kissed and 69'd for a while, but
my pleasure is really focused on making him happy. I
was starting to feel myself go into overdrive when he
said he was ready, and he rolled around and leaned
back on his pillows so he could look down on me.

He told me to get down there and suck him, just like
the fucking white fag cocksucker I was. I felt myself
blush, since up to then we had been giving each other
about an equal amount of attention. I scooted up on my
knees and knelt before him, first taking each of his
balls in my mouth, the shaft of his hard black cock
rubbing my nose.

God, the memory of the smell makes me hard right here,
weeks later!

Anyhow, he went back to calling me names, and saying
things that would humiliate me, which of course just
turned me on more, and by that time I was bobbing up
and down on his sevens-inches of manhood, and then he
groaned and he told me he was going to cum, and I kept
bobbing as he shot a very respectable load in my mouth
in three nice hot spurts.

He was tasty- acrid, of course, with a little of the
taste of chlorine, but pleasantly so. I love the taste
of cum, and the delicious feeling of submission,
particularly to a black man. I love the way the cum
anesthetizes the throat. I gobbled away at him, and he
flinched a little, being sensitive after his orgasm,
and he told me I was a great auntie fag cock-sucker.

I saved a little semen in my mouth for a big wet cummy
kiss afterwards, and he held me with one arm as he
jacked me gently. It did not take long for me to shoot
all over his hand and leg,

We took a shower after, and I was on my way. He seemed
like a nice fellow, and he was is the first Craig's
List lover I had. It wasn't love, but it was safe and
sane. I seriously doubt if it will be the last.

And it was much easier than at the bar.