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I had been with a lot of black guys, the past previous years. My mid twenties were a good time, as the party scene was always at its best. Every Friday and Saturday, I'd happily go to night clubs with tight shorts on. Showing off my bulge and ass, with the anticipation of getting some free drinks, dances, and if the chemistry was right getting pounded. Clay's was a hot spot for me in Manhattan, and the young, diverse crowd was always jamming to house and techno music. I saw a lot in there, whether it was hot guys kissing and making out, or cocaine lines in the bathrooms. That was never my thing, but always had a "it's a free world," attitude, but frankly it scared me. The mixed drinks were tasty, the DJ cranked out tunes on who knows how many thousands of watts speakers. I liked how the bass would reverberate off of my rib cage, and shaved my legs and other areas before going here, as I wanted my long white torso to grab the attention of guys. While a handsome man could make my hips twitch with anticipation, strong black men made me precum just on appearance alone. One of my first partners was black, and not only was he hung, he was an incredible lover who always left me sleeping and feeling satisfied. Hours and days we'd kiss and make love, and I was always looking for the same thing, despite hooking up with guys of every background.
A few ladies went there, so as not to be harassed by straight guys. They were fun company too, and I saw my friend Allison on the dance floor. She was drinking her usual red wine, and upon seeing me said, "it's so good to see you Terry. Let me guess, you're looking for a brother." She smiled as did I, as she knew me better than I knew myself. We had become good friends, as her life growing up was challenging as mine was. Quite often we'd tell each other silly jokes or clothing opinions. It was good to have each other. Quite often we'd go shopping too, and occasionally catch a bite to eat. If I wasn't so obviously gay, people probably would think we were a couple. There was chemistry there, but of the friendship variety.
A new song by the Chemical Brothers was playing, and soon I was approached by a good looking guy. He introduced himself as Bryson, was also in his mid twenties. I immediately liked his friendly eyes, mocha colored skin, and how confident he was. He offered to buy me a Hurricane, which I was thankful for and we danced for awhile. It turned out we both were Economic majors at the same university, and also both fans of the New York Jets. Some might say the only fans. This gave us both a laugh, and besides dancing together, we spent time eating food in the lounge area. I was feeling comfortable with him, and he was a nicely chiseled 6 feet tall and well dressed. Soon we were kissing and holding hands. It was impossible to keep my guard up, and after exchanging numbers, I looked forward to our date later that week.
Bryson and I enjoyed each other's company. He had originally grew up in California, so he was into surfing, and imagining him on the board had me using a toy and cumming large amounts for some time. I was worried when he had to cancel a date, but he came through again. We had a delicious dinner at a local cafe, and he invited me to his apartment. I was thrilled, and as we took the yellow taxi there, he held my hands and also stroked my pants a bit in the thigh area. This caused me to get really horny, and all I remember is he tipped the cab driver, and we were on his bed making out. The smell of his cologne made me dizzy with passion, as our tongues danced in unison, and his strong hands felt my hips up. Oh yes I took my shirt off, and he kissed my nipples, leading to ecstasy of the highest order. I was panting and so was he, as Bryson pulled my pants off. My white shaved shaft was in his hands, and the warmth and sensation sent signals of pleasure everywhere. His mouth was a cosmic experience, as he slurped up my cock, even taking my precum in like a vacuum that had a PSI rating of never before seen levels. Oh my he had me under his spell, and I looked at his eyes, and told him to take his clothes off.
Oh wow he looked good. He took off his grey sweatshirt to reveal a washboard like stomach, non hairy chest, and his orange underwear revealed that boner I coveted. I put my hands down there, extracting his cock and balls as I started to blow him with every bit of aggression I could muster. His eyes rolled up. Oh yes his knees were buckling. He literally couldn't take my lips wrapped around him, and the musky sexy taste of his precum was down my throat. He wasn't as big as some of my black partners, but yet he packed a thick 6 inches or so that was going to be incredible. I just knew it and I was pleasured by him in ways that defy the words posted here.
Using lube he fingered my inviting hole from behind, and gently massaged my testicles, which drove me crazier. I so wanted him. With every cell, every fiber, and finally just told him to "fucking take me." He did without hesitation, as I felt him pop my hole and slide in rather quickly, catching me off guard. Bryson was so thick, that he took my breath away, as sweat flew out of my pores. At first I hurt, and didn't think I could take much more, but with lube and easing in, the waves of pleasure and seeing stars became a reality. His stamina was incredible, as he did me from the side, and seeing his blackness inside me turned me on. I remember him kissing me, and my penis going up completely, only to release its contents in a shooting fashion that was intense and beyond what I had ever experienced. Oh yes. Ha smiled and continued to explore my hole, and with a scream of joy that filled the night, his teeth clenched and he came in me with what felt to be gallons of warm sperm. It was incredible cuddling with him, and falling asleep with him that first night was truly special.