Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 15:31:01 +0800
From: Joseph Frary <jpfrary@pacific.net.ph>
Subject: New York Black = First Time

COUNTRY BOY IN NEW YORK: ENCOUNTER WITH A BLACK

	Let me describe myself (as I was).  Seventeen years old going on
eighteen, 5'10", hazel eyes, short curly brown hair, rather high color in
my cheeks (not those cheeks, you fool!).  I was a country boy from a small
town in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont.  And, of course, I was and am gay
(although I didn't know the word).  I was a physical and, to a large
degree, a psychological innocent.  The one thing I was sure of was that I
was attracted to male bodies and I yearned to put their cocks in my mouth
and even have them come off in my mouth.  I didn't know what it would taste
like but was eager to find out.  Of course, I had heard the words `blow'
and `suck' but didn't think that moving back and forth was in the picture
at all.
	God, was I horny!  Much of the time my circumcised cock was hard
and fully loaded but in the mid-50s, no one much talked about it except
that there was a heavy social sanction against homosexual activity.  There
were a number of boys in my High School whom I desired but beyond sneaking
peeks in locker rooms before and after gym class I didn't do anything about
it -- didn't dare.
	During spring vacations I would visit a much older female cousin in
New York City and would `do' the town: see plays, concerts, etc.  But all
the time I was there I had a perpetual hardon: it was unfamiliar territory,
very erotic and especially since there were lots of non-white people
around.  Young boys and men.
	Actually, to tell the truth, white men don't usually turn me on:
they (we) are usually too pale and with hair in unusual places: skin that
is brown, black, golden; that is what really turns me on.  And, to tell the
truth, the amount of black male porn doesn't much appeal to me: much of it
is violent and with emphasis on their huge cocks.  Well, huge doesn't do it
for me.  Rather, size in proportion to the body and that will fit
comfortably inside my mouth is what I desire.
	Well, back to New York City.  Since nothing much happened of
interest to me until about noon, I ordinarily slept late and even when I
got up, slopped around in my pyjamas until practically noon.  My cousin was
a career woman, divorced with no children.  So she would go off to the
office while I was still in bed.

			    The Fateful Morning

	One morning, as my cousin was about to go to work, she asked me to
stay there until a repair man came to fix the telephone (her apartment
building had a very helpful staff so much of the repair work on this and
that did not require calling in a repair crew from the Company).
	So I waited, rather impatiently, for the repair man to come and
didn't get around to change from pyjamas.  One disadvantage (or was it?) of
pyjamas is that if one got a hardon, it was very difficult to conceal it.
	The doorbell rang.  I went to answer it.  There was the repair man.
And WOW!!  He was a young very black man about 20 years old, with a
brilliant smile.  Really, a 200 watt smile which shone from his ebony face
and lit everything up -- his face and the whole room.  His tightly curly
hair was cut short, little more than a kind of helmet with the edges very
sharp and definite.  He was wearing skin tight jeans (as was the fashion
then) and a skin tight t-shit with red and white horizontal stripes.  His
swelling biceps were only slightly more apparent than his six pack stomach
and deep chest with nipples under the thin material of his t-shirt.  His
skin was smooth and seemed like black satin.  My breath was taken away at
first glance and when it returned it was short and frequent, my mouth dried
right up, and my cock and genital area began to tingle with desire.
	He went to the corner of the room next to the windows where the
telephone was and I stood in the middle of the room unwilling and largely
unable to move as I watched him, as I thought surreptitiously. The muscles
on his arms, forearms and biceps, worked under the satin of his skin and my
imagination was inflamed.  I felt my cheeks burning.
	After what seemed either hours or seconds, he finished and then
asked if he could wash his hands (New York City air was, then and now, full
of black soot).  So I showed him the bathroom through the nearby bedroom
and when he was in there I hung about in the bedroom with apparent
aimlessness.
	When Leroy (that was his name) came out of the bathroom, his eyes
briefly swept over me, from head to toe.  Then, smiling, he advanced toward
me and extended his right hand with its long, tapering, elegant fingers
and, with his finger tips, touched my cock (I thought the hardness was
concealed by the pyjama tops).  My cocked jumped.  His hand gently brushed
aside the material of my pyjama bottoms and grasped my member.  I gasped;
his touch set off a lightning storm of sensations that ran from my crotch
outward in all directions.  I swallowed hard -- he began to milk me slowly.
My knees buckled as with his left hand he gently pushed me down so that I
was sitting on the bed with his jeans covered privities right in front of
my face so that I could see the swelling increasing there.
	With both his hands behind my head, he gently pulled me toward him
until my mouth was against the swelling.  I opened my mouth and gently
gnawed at the veiled treasure.  With his left hand still behind my head,
gently caressing it, his left hand undid his belt and lowered the zipper of
his fly to half mast.  At that point, I took over, fulfilling a fantasy I
had had for some time: my teeth grasped his zipper and pulled it down to
the end, and slid his jeans down.  Pulling back a bit, I admired the view:
black satin skin over muscles of steel above and below his snow white
briefs with the outline of his own circumcised cock.  There was a small
spot of precum at the tip of his cock.
	Slowly, I slid the briefs down, catching his hard cock until the
waistband of the briefs cleared its length and it leapt from its
confinement and settled at a 45 degree angle from Leroy's beautiful body.
I gulped and licked my lips: it was more beautiful and desirable than
almost all my imaginings.  Above and below black satin over articulated
steel muscles.  In the middle a patch of steel wool and from it springing a
black velvet shaft, surmounted by a purple black juicy plumb and from which
hung a black velvet sack containing two precious gems.  The plumb crested
ebony shaft pulsed regularly.
	Leroy once again guided my head toward the delectable Object with
his hands.  I opened my mouth and the plumb entered; my lips closed on it
just where the plumb joined the black velvet.  It was hot.  It tasted a bit
salty.  I moved my tongue over its smooth, hot surface and Leroy moved
forward imperceptibly so the shaft also entered my mouth.  I felt the tip
of the plumb at the top of my throat.  I sucked.  I blew.
	Suddenly, Leroy withdrew and looked down at me quizzically.  "This
is your first time!?"  It was halfway between a statement and a question.
Blushing even more, I admitted to it.
	Leroy flashed an even more brilliant smile as he said, "Then we
must make this a Occasion!"  Kicking off his boots and peeling off his
t-shirt, he stood before me very black, very beautiful, very desirable: a
black Adonis.  Then he stripped me of my pyjamas and I stood before him: an
adolescent brown haired, white boy with a 6' circumcised cock sticking
straight out.
	We closed and his generous black lips (was it my imagination that
they were so hot?) pressed against my own lips and his tongue teased its
way past my lips and teeth and into my mouth.  It was the first time I had
ever kissed (at age 17!  Believe it or not!!).  His strong black arms
reached around me and my own, slighter white arms reached around him and we
both squeezed as our tongues dueled, first inside my mouth and then in his.
I felt his cock against my stomach and his stomach against my cock.  I
wanted more than anything else to physically merge with him and he with me.
	Then, lowering me to the bed, he began a journey that was an
exquisite delight.  He kissed me in my ears, then moved down to my throat,
then to my nipples, first the left then the right: I was in ecstasy, but
better was to come.
	Moving from my nipples down to my navel and then he traced the
faint beginnings of my treasure trail to my patch of brown pubic hair.  I
was squirming in anticipation, but he by-passed my cock to continue down my
right thigh and then he switched to the left and began an Ascent: he took a
detour to my balls: my ecstasy moved to the next level up.  Then, with the
tip of his pink tongue -- I looked down past my chest, along the beginnings
of my treasure trail, across my pubic hair and saw it: the pink tongue
thrusting out from under the helmet of black hair and the black satin skin
of his face which brushed lightly against the shaft of my cock.  He
ascended another couple of inches and then the tongue flicked against my
glans again -- thrill; and again -- thrill; and again -- thrill.  He then
slid his lips over the head of my cock and teased the underside with his
tongue and began moving up and down on it.  With the little patch of my
mind that wasn't delirious, I thought to myself, "So that's how it's done!"
He was superbly expert, bringing me to the very brink of climax again and
again and then suddenly withdrawing.  Suddenly, he reared up and plunged,
devouring my cock to its root with his generous lips pressed against my
pubes.  I cried out and began to thrash about on the bed; I spurted -- and
again, and again, and again, and again, until at last I was empty and
nearly exhausted.
	A big advantage of being young is that one recovers rapidly -- and I
did, I did and I wanted to because I wanted to give him pleasure and to use
the technique I had just discovered.  In a moment, Leroy's face appeared
next to mind, his face wreathed in a dazzling smile: he knew that he had
given me the Occasion that he wished and that I would have wished had I
known what an earthshaking delight it had been.
	Again, we kissed passionately and deeply and I enjoyed the faint
taste of myself in him.  I ran my tongue along his jaw bone to his small
black ears, as he had done to me -- but not nearly as exquisitely I thought
to myself ruefully.  Then I moved down to his throat -- I don't think I have
mentioned my fascination with throats at least those that resemble the
underside of a cock as did his -- then along his shoulder and down to his
bulging bicep which I sucked.  Transferring to his nipple, I sucked it --
not until it was hard because it was already hard but perhaps till it was
harder.
	With my tongue, I traced the vertical line of his six-pack stomach,
pausing to burrow my tongue into his navel -- his muscles clenched at that
point.  I felt the damp end of his cock against the underside of my jaw, so
I detoured to the left and continued down to the little crease between his
gorgeous, black, muscular, smooth thigh and his torso, down to his knee;
then ascended along the underside of his thigh to the tight black velvet of
his scrotum.  His balls were too tightly withdrawn for me to take them in
my mouth, so I touched the root of his shaft with the tip of my tongue;
again his muscles clenched.  Adjusting my position, I took his cock
sideways into my mouth -- or at least as much as I could and I licked and
gave it little love bites as I traveled up its length until reaching the
base of his beautiful, plum shaped purple-black glans.  (It was plum shaped
not plum sized!)  I leaned back and admired its beauty, its shape, its
strength as it stood out from the black, tightly curled patch of hair at
its base.  It was throbbing.  The atmosphere was heavy with sexuality.  I
licked my lips; I pursued my lips and, leaning forward a bit, placed the
luscious tip of his cockhead against them.  I opened my mouth a little and
slid part of it into my mouth; my tongue explored the little slit at the
top, oozing its salty viscous precum.  With my tongue I laved the smooth
surface of the luscious fruit -- Leroy flinched.  Slowly, slowly (but with
my tongue working furiously) I slipped his shaft into my damp, warm oral
cavity.  I took as much as I could without gagging, then slid it out again
until my lips felt the bottom of his cockhead.  I repeated the motion -- the
devouring and did so again and again, gaining in speed and in suction.
Suddenly, Leroy's muscles -- his stomach muscles and his ass muscles
clenched more dramatically and tightly than before, he moaned and spurted --
the first volley hit the back of my throat with such force that I thought
my head would be knocked back, but I held on tightening the grip of my lips
over his shaft as he came and came again -- and I swallowed and swallowed
again.
	Eventually, his cock began to soften but I refused to let go.
	Soon, he placed his hand under my armpits and pulled me up to his
face again, which was a picture of delight. Again we kissed.
	We sat up and I feasted my eyes on his perfect black body.
	Having dressed again (and I was again beginning to get hard!),
Leroy paused a moment and then, having made a decision, he turned to me and
said, "We are having a little party tonight in my apartment in the
basement.  There is someone there who, I am sure, would like to meet you.
Can you come?"
	I could feel my face reddening as I tried to imagine what the party
would be like and said, "Sure, what time?"  He gave me the time and I spent
the rest of the day and early evening in delicious fantasy.