Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2009 08:36:42 +0000
From: Frank H <fhis1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cheap Sunglasses, Mister, Part 1

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.

Cheap sunglasses, Mister, Part 1

     I was sitting at a seafront bar/cafe enjoying a coffee and a brandy
with my friend Steve.  We were just commenting on how it was not a bad life
being retired here in sunny Spain.  The only minor problem was we were
constantly being pestered by African men trying to sell us sunglasses or a
watch, there seemed to be droves of them trying to sell their wares at
exorbitant prices unless you haggled with them to lower their price.  Most
of these men were in their late 30s up to their late 40s, some even had
grey hair.

     We had refused a few offers this particular afternoon when suddenly I
spotted another one coming towards our table but he was different.  He was
very tall like most of them but he was slim and looked to be very young,
probably no more than 16 years old.  He was wearing what I can only
describe as a silk flowing robe (I am sure there is a special name for such
things where he comes from).  He was jet black, much darker than most of
his countrymen who were more of a dark brown.  He was stunning.  I pointed
him out to Steve as he approached and said I would not mind buying a bit of
him.  We laughed, but as he got nearer our eyes met and I smiled.  I think
he took that as a sign that I might be tempted to buy something from him so
he came to the table and said "Cheap sunglasses, Mister"?  I said "No
thanks I already have a pair as you can see".  He set his wares down on the
table and sat down in a spare chair next to me.  He said "What about a nice
watch then, a special price for you today".  I said "But you can see I
already have a watch".  He looked at my cheap watch which I had bought in
the local weekly market.  He reached across and took hold of my wrist and
said "But, Mister, this is not a good watch, look at my watches and I am
sure you will find one which looks better on your wrist".  He kept hold of
my wrist and his grip felt very nice, I was quite happy for him to keep
holding my hand for a bit longer.  He had very long thin fingers.  They
looked quite bony and yet he held me very gently.

   I insisted that my watch kept good time so I did not need a new one.  I
then said "What I want will not be for sale".  He said "But all I have are
watches and sunglasses but if there is anything particular that you would
like I might be able to obtain it for you".  I replied "No, you see you
already have what I want but I am sure it is not for sale, regrettably".
He asked what it is which I would like from him and so I replied quite
boldly "I would like to buy you for an hour or so".  I was surprised when
he said "Mister, anything is available at the right price but what you are
asking commands a higher price than a new watch or a pair of sunglasses.  I
asked him what kind of price he was thinking of and said "For 1 hour it
would be 50 Euros".  I was surprised that the price was not higher knowing
that any first price they quote is negotiable downwards.  I told him that
was too much to pay for 1 hour of pleasure.  We hassled for a while and we
eventually settled that he was willing to spend an hour with me for 20
Euros.  He said he had to work all through the day every day but he could
come to me at 8.00 pm tonight.  I extracted a piece of paper from my
wallet.  It was a small copy of a street map on which was marked my
apartment, I had made a few copies of this on my computer and always
carried a couple of copies wherever I went.

     He recognized the streets and said he would be at my place at 8
o'clock that evening then he shook mine and Steve's hands and off he went
to try to sell some sunglasses or watches.

     As 8 o'clock approached I became quite nervous, I had only ever been
with a black guy once before but on that occasion I had been a bit
disappointed when he stripped naked.  I had expected a much larger cock
than he possessed, I had read so many stories of how big all black men
were.  Well, at a couple of minutes before 8 o'clock my door bell rang and
I opened it and invited my African youth inside.  We shook hands and he
said his name was Joseph.  I told him my name was Frank.  After closing the
door I embraced him and kissed his lips.  He responded by kissing me and as
I put my tongue to his lips they parted and soon our tongues were battling
with each other.  He was wearing a similar robe to earlier but this one was
in pale blue which seemed to exaggerate his black skin.  He looked
ravenous.  When he smiled he showed a perfect set of pure white teeth.  I
asked him if he would like a drink and he accepted a coke.  As we sat on
the settee I reached across and felt between his legs.  I could feel
something rather nice and it felt as though there was no more clothing
under the robe.  I could feel his cock swelling as I touched it through the
silky material.  I slowly bent down and lifted the hem of his robe so that
I could slide my hand up his legs until I felt his balls and then his cock.
I stroked it a bit until it felt even bigger and certainly much firmer.  We
stood up and I lifted his robe over his head and discarded it.  He removed
his sandals and he was naked.  I had to stand and admire his naked body, it
was perfect in every way with a nice cock standing to attention.  I had
read where a lot of large cocks are so heavy that they do not stand to
attention but this one did stand up nicely.  It must have been a good 9
inches but not too thick, very nice indeed.

     I stripped and knelt in front of him.  I took his luscious cock in my
mouth and managed about 6 inches before I was gagging.  I worked my mouth
up and down and he was sighing, obviously enjoying the attention I was
giving him.  I stood up and suggested we should go in my bedroom.  We lay
on the bed and I cuddled him.  As I stroked my hands all over his body he
responded doing the same to me.  When I ran my fingers across his bum
cheeks he did likewise to me.  I explored down the valley between his arse
cheeks and he did the same and then when I paused at his hole and pressed
my finger in a bit I also felt his finger entering me.  It felt so good but
I wanted something better than a finger.  I whispered in his ear "Will you
fuck me, please"?  He seemed very surprised by my request and said "Are you
sure?  I came here expecting you to want to fuck me.  I get fucked every
night by my fellow Africans but they never let me fuck them.  It is quite a
while since I last fucked a man".  I said "Well tonight is your lucky night
because I want this nice cock buried deep in me and then I want you to
plant your African seeds in me".

     I reached in a drawer at the side of the bed and took the cap off the
tube of KY.  I put a good amount on my fingers and reached behind myself to
make sure I was well lubed in readiness for this handsome but rather large
piece of African man meat.  Then I gave his cock a good coating.  I lay on
my back and raised my legs.  He moved between my legs and slowly edged
forward until the head of his cock touched my hole.

     I asked him to go slowly and gently.  I pointed out that I had not
been fucked since moving to Spain a few years ago.  He said "Don't worry, I
will be very gentle.  I know what it is like to be entered when you are not
used to it.  I suffered the same way as soon as I arrived in this country
but my man had no mercy on me, it was rape".  He pressed gently at my hole
and very slowly he managed to get the head in.  He paused until I was used
to it being there before he eased slowly further in before pausing again.
He continued in like this until I felt his pubic hairs rubbing against me
and I knew I had taken the full length.  I was amazed and proud that I had
taken a cock so big, my biggest ever, and yet he had been so gentle that I
had felt no pain.  Now for the even better bit.  He started to fuck me
slowly and with every withdrawal and plunge in he massaged my prostate and
sent electric shock waves through my body.  I was in Heaven.  He gradually
increased the speed until he was really going at it hard and fast and deep.
He said "This is so exciting for me to be fucking someone, I am afraid I
cannot hold out much longer".  I said "Don't worry you have been really
good and now I want to feel you as you climax in me".  He fucked me a bit
more before he pushed fully in and exclaimed "Here, it comes Frank, Oh!
Aah!".  I felt that warmth which I had not felt for a few years as he
emptied his ball sack deep into me.  I thought he was never stopping but
alas finally I had all he had to offer and he slowly subsided and slipped
out.

     He asked me if I wanted to fuck him now to get value for what I was
paying him.  I said he had earned that already and I hoped that maybe there
would be another time when I might fuck him but if he did not mind I wanted
to just lie naked with him and cuddle him on this occasion.  We lay
together with our arms round each other and he started to tell me how he
had lived in Senegal until he was a few months short of being 16 years old.
It is a very poor country and there was very
 little prospect of him finding work to help his poor family so his parents
had arranged that he should come to Spain where a man would ensure he could
have a job working for him.  The man would arrange and pay for his travel
from Senegal but his parents had to guarantee that he would work for
 the man for at least 2 years.  He said he would like to tell me more of
what happened on his arrival in Spain but maybe he could do that later if I
wanted him to visit me again.  He said how much he had
 enjoyed visiting me and he then amazed me by suggesting that if I wanted
him to come again he was happy to do so and that if it was for me to fuck
him he would allow that for only 5 euros and that if I wanted to fuck him
he would only charge me 10 euros and there would be no time limit.

     I assured him I would certainly like to see him again and I hoped he
would become a regular visitor.  We returned to the lounge and and got
dressed.  I gave him his 20 euros and he said he felt guilty accepting it,
he said he had never been paid for sex before.  We kissed each other
passionately and he left after we had exchanged telephone numbers.  I was
sure I was going to see much more of Joseph and I hoped to hear more of
what happened on his arrival in his new country.


.....End of Part 1.

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