This is the true account of my experiences with black guys in my city over the past two years. I'm a ordinary guy, I don't claim to be an author I just want to share my story with other readers who love black men. I'm a 34yr white guy 5'8, I would describe myself as a good looking guy, I take care of myself by running and swimming, I have short black hair, green eyes medium size body, nice firm slightly hairy butt, thick legs and firm chest.
I live in a small apartment with my dog Preston. My home is in a working class city in the north west of England. The city can be a tough place, a unforgiving place especially if you in a minority group.
My relationship status is single right now, I've had a few relationships with white guys but nothing that ever lasted or satisfied me. We all can take different path ways in life, two yrs ago in March my life changed.
Around 5-6 years ago African immigrant started to arrival to my city mostly men between the ages of 20-50, they came from war torn country's all over Africa. I kinda felt sorry for them as often they looked a bit lost and lonely. They always seem to dress in drab clothing. In my local shopping area you can see small groups of men wondering around the shops. I would look at a nice black guy, I found most of the guys would look down at the ground. I always hoped it wasn't because they felt ashamed or threatened by a white mans gaze.
African men differ from the English born black guys in many ways, on the whole they have darker skin. One thing I noticed was some guys had large hands and thick strong looking finger nails, Don't know why I like that. They have a different look in there eyes, like there looking into the distance. Where I live each street has a house that seemed only occupied by groups of these African men. I wondered about there lives, most didn't seem to have jobs except for those who had low paying jobs, I wondered what they did for sex. There's a shortage or African black women and I couldn't see local white girls going with them, not poor guys like these. Interracial relationships between black guys and white women is still taboo in my city.
Noticing that some of these guys used a telephone box close to where I lived, I placed a small card discreetly over the information board, White man to meet African man then my number. Two days past and I received a call. A deep voiced African accent asked what I wanted. We mumbled a few words to each other and arranged a meet the following day.
I waited at at the bus terminal for half an hour, time we agreed on meeting had passed I started to walk away it was then when Tanum approached me ,
He was a well built black guy 6'1 solid with a bit of a belly, he looked to be about 45 yrs. He wasn't the best looking guy I'd ever seen, unshaven a bit bedraggled. His left eye turned inwards slightly giving him a kinda of strange look. He was wearing a green jacket with lots of pockets and baggy black smart dress pants light grey trainers. I wasn't immediately attracted to him. I was casually smart dressed smelled great after using half a bottle spray. I was very nervous as this point it was the first contact I'd made with a black guy from Africa. I guessed he was probley strait but in need of something. Sex with a white guy was better than a hand job.
We spoke for a while asking basic questions name, age, Tanum then decided he wanted to take it further. If I'm honest and very vain in the looks department we where not in the same league. I think He realized that but took his chances. We decided to go back to his place a small loft room in a large old house two miles from town. I remember the lock to the room didn't work so he pulled a table in front of the door and weighed it down with a large plastic suit case. I sat on his crumpled bed.
Standing in front of me he pulled down his zipper, out popped a large thick black cock veins ran the full length, his foreskin still rolled over the bulb of his cock head. I took hold and slowly rolled it back. I was hit by a pungent aroma. The end was a dark mahogany color. I licked my own lips my saliva was thick and sticky, his cock slid between my red lips I tasted a sharp bitter flavor
my nostrils flared as I smelled the aroma on the tight black curls that surrounded his shaft and balls. I now raised my hands from the bed and clenched onto his firm hairy buttocks, he was pushed deeper into my mouth with his cock. The tips of my fingers gripped between the crack of his ass it felt wet and hot. He started to play rubbing his cock across my face, trailing his pre cum in globs on my cheeks and lips.
''I want to fuck'' you he said in a low almost apologetic voice. I realized that he hadn't had experience with another guy.
I undressed, he showed no interest in my erect cock and seemed eager to look at my ass. He directed me to lay face down on the bed. His hands stroked my white ass cheeks. It took a moment before he got the courage to pull apart my ass cheeks to look at my hole. After all I was another guy. I could hear him breathing heavily, finally he opened my ass cheeks revealing my tight pink hole glistening with sweat. I closed my eyes, next I felt his warm lips pushing gently against my hole then his large wet tongue licked my ass. Deeper he pushed his tongue inside me the rough black stubble on his chin rubbed against my soft ass. ''You taste good'. My ass was now ready to take him.
I wanted to be in a position to see his cock going inside me, I looked towards the dressing table mirror to the side of me. I couldn't get a clear view but could make out the shape of his cock and saw his fat balls hanging down. He was sweating, his ass crack and armpits dripping wet, I felt beads of sweat dripping onto my body, his smell was amazing more animal than human. He positioned his heavy body on top of me. I was laying on my back my legs wrapped around him. The tip of his cock started pushed open my tight asshole his saliva inside me from his licking and spitting inside my hole earlier lubed me. His full length was deep inside me after a few attempts, he let out a large sigh like he'd been needing this for years, all of his sexual tension about to blow. His large brown lips felt like they would swallow my face as he kissed me, my mouth filled with his tongue. His cock starting off slow quickly turned to massive thrusts his hips and ass pownding down into me, half an hour passed of pure animal sex. As he fucked me, each time he was close to cumming he stop of slow down building up the tension again. I could imagine his ball sack full of his hot thick sticky cum, thinking how rich and concentrated his seeds must be after years without a hole to fill. I felt like I was in a trance, I wanted his muck inside me. His cock had swelled to twice the size. As if in defiance of his need for me and trying to grasp onto his maculine manhood he raised his head back and spat in my face. His spit covered my face and ran down into my mouth. He then stopped fucking and I felt a torrent of cum pulsating down his long shaft as he deposited it to my core. His African rich cum burned inside me, I felt as if his sperm was racing around my body. Now stamped with his cum, I was now his property. I went down and licked any spilled cum from his shaft and balls, I then sucked on his cock sucking out every drop. He then made me lay on the floor on a old sleeping bag, an hour passed and he pulled me up. I asked him if I could lick his ass Its my biggest turn on, it was big and round, dark hair filled his crack, He wasn't sure but I told him if he didn't like it I would stop. When I was on the floor I pulled from beneath his bed a pair of boxer shorts, While he slept I smell ever inch of them running the tip of my tongue along the inside close to where his asshole would be, The smell of sweat from his ass mmmmm. Now I was looking down on his ass. I pulled apart his ass cheeks and pushed my face into his crack. His wet hole touched my lips I sucked on his hole. This got him mad for some unknown reason, he grabbed me and forced me down. His then rammed his cock in me from behind and fucked harder than ever. My ass was in so much pain that first day. He rang me the following week, I went back and still do each Friday night, I have three guys I see each week. Its a perfect life.
If youre black and live close to L1, email me.