A BIG Slurp-Prize by Anonymous
I posted an ad on Craigslist when I got to Boston for a business meeting. "Looking for a man-to-man encounter. Oral only. Your hotel or mine."
It wasn't something I usually did and I had no idea what to expect. After unpacking, I changed into work out clothes and went to sweat off bad airport food.
By the time I got back to my room, I'd just about forgotten the ad. The blinking light on my travel lap top reminded me. I clicked on the inbox tab and read, "staying at four seasons. Big black cock needs an eager cocksucker. Hit me up if you down."
I was staying in the same hotel so after a few minutes of thinking about whether I was really prepared to act like a slut for a complete stranger, I replied.
"What time? Never been with a black dude before. Kinda nervous. Lol" I hit send. A minute later, before I'd had time to talk myself out of it, the light blinked indicating I already had a response.
I clicked and read, "Now." The only other thing written was a room number. I'd stayed at the hotel before and recognized it as a penthouse suite.
After a quick but thorough shower, I threw on some jeans and my black t-shirt, grabbed my room key, and made my way to the elevator.
I knocked on the appropriate room number's door at the end of the top floor's wide hallway and nervously fidgeted. The door opened and I was surprised to see a face I recognized. Chris Owens, star forward of the local pro basketball team, smiled at me invitingly and waved me in. He had a cell phone to his ear, said, "Ok. See ya," and hung up.
Holy shit! I thought to myself. I was six feet tall, and Owens towered over me by a full foot. I gingerly entered, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Want a drink?" he gestured toward the bar.
"Sure," I replied. I wasn't much of a drinker and nodded when he suggested a rum and coke. He was cool and seemed nice. I felt myself relaxing even before I sipped the strong drink he handed me.
As a felt the heat of the top shelf rum hit my throat, he casually pulled off his loose denim shirt revealing an incredibly ripped torso. My face went red. I could feel it.
"Relax dude. It's all good."
I smiled my thanks and nodded.
He said, "Wanna watch some porn?" and before I answered he clicked a remote. The biggest screen I'd ever seen lit up and I watched a thin white dude, kinda my size and look incredibly, kneeling in front a group of ebony-skinned giants. I stared in awe as his head bobbed up and down on an enormous black, swollen penis as his hands gripped and stroked two others.
Owens' voice was close and husky as he said, "Watch this little fucker work! I love that eager look on his face!"
It pleased me that I was able to muster a laugh nearly as deep and loud as the giant athlete's. The pale, thin cocksucker on screen was grinning up at the owner of the supercock he was lapping with his obviously happy tongue. Suddenly a thick rope of white semen spurted from the impossible mushroom head's wide slit and hit the surprised sucker's lips. He reacted in a way that made my breath catch in my throat with a harsh cough. The first shot of semen was lying diagonally across the cocksucker's face, and as his lips quickly parted a string of cream stretched wide across the hungry divide of his gaping jaws. The black stud repositioned himself and began furiously jacking his huge hand up and down the foot long length of his erupting organ.
The African Adonis' aim was considerably better this time, and the second rope strand splashed evenly across the lips and steady tongue of his receiver.
We were touching, my shoulder just above his hip. He put one hand on my shoulder, raised the other to the top button of his jeans, and asked, "Wanna kneel down?"
His voice was even huskier than before. I looked up into his eyes, and they were hooded. My knees seemed to yield to his will and I settled to the thickly carpeted floor.
His back was to the wall facing the large screen. He clicked the remote and the screen went dark. "We don't need that anymore."
My face was inches from the ungodly bulge straining the fabric of his high-fashion jeans. When the enormous length and girth of his swollen cock flopped free for me to see, I involuntarily gasped, even as I felt myself instantly intoxicated by the scent of his clean, sweet musk.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself," the giant's voice rumbled from high above. He shifted his hips and his swollen penis brushed my lips.
I leaned forward just far enough to continue contact as I continued to accustom myself to this amazing sight before me. My tongue moistened my lips, and I slid a kiss up the underside of the shaft...
At first I was startled by the feel of his large hand on the back of my head, until he spoke again in that soothing voice. "I get the feeling you'd like a little encouragement. Go on. Open your mouth..." His other hand gripped the shaft of his cock just below the swollen mushroom head and as he pressed the moist slit to my lips, I first felt an inward shock as my tongue darted forward to taste the clear drop of fluid, then I floored myself again but cooing, "Mmmm" as my mouth opened wide.
The All-Star center found the center of my throat and as I gurgled my pleasure, Owen started to smoothly fuck my mouth with deliciously long strokes.
"I knew when I opened the door and saw your face, you'd be draining my full balls with your hungry mouth..."
"Ummmmmmmph...." I looked up into his eyes, and though my own eyes were watering and it was hard to see, I nodded my eagerness.
"You want my full balls to fill your mouth with my hot spunk, cocksucker?"
"Ummmm Hmmmm!"
"Keep making those hungry sounding fucking slurping sounds and my sperm is gonna shoot any second!"
I reluctantly drew back, and felt his swollen snake of manhood slide from my throat. "I wanna see you cum... Like in the porn... You mind?"
"Shit! You think I'd mind pumping my cum-shooting dick into your open mouth? Open wide, sucker! I'm about to fill your face with what you want. Hot sperm from a big black cock!"
This was so unlike me, I thought to myself. But there I was, on my knees in front of Chris Owens, my mouth wide open, inches away from his penis as he stroked the shaft in his giant hand.
"I wanna taste your sperm! Feed it to me... Please!"
"Fuck yeah I will! Love feeding a hungry spunk junkie like you!" With that, the first ropy strand of jism spurt from the slit of his huge dick and into my eagerly waiting mouth. It was hot and it was creamy... Most of all, it was delicious. I was gulping down the first wad of Owen's ball cream as he pumped three more between my willing lips in a furious eruption of steamy semen.
"Swallow it, cocksucker. Eat what I made for you in my balls!"