It was a late as I took my winding route home, back through the town centre. I had been drinking with a friend and was feeling curiously reckless as I passed the love struck couples and urbane doormen. Gangs of young lads spilled from the clubs and boasted their conquests in the neon twilight, burgeoning with macho bravado. I drank in the cologne laced night air. It felt intoxicating. Off the main street, I stopped for a cigarette at a bus stop. My furtive eyes brushed over the faces of passers by. This was unusually bold for me as I usually inhibited. I have lived in South London for 3 years, having moved there from a village and I seem prone to miss opportunities because my coyness. I am 32 years old lad, white, slim and cultured, but that night I was in need of some excitement.
I turned and saw a tall guy sauntering towards me, perhaps aged about 25 though it was hard to tell. His baggy cloths hid the contours of his slim frame. A cap half concealed his dark face and full lips and he had the macho swagger of a gangster. Once level with me I glanced provocatively at his tall form as he turned and said "Yo mate, wanna buy some weed?" The internation was from south London but with a hint of patois. "Yes, alright." I said, then added "Want to come back to my place for a smoke?" He hesitated and I added "I could give you a blow job too?" His face flashed annoyance and as his head tilted, I saw the glint of ruthless eyes looking over me. My heart hammered as I wondered if he might punch me. "What!" he said aggressively. I felt a scared but the adrenaline made me dizzy and slightly euphoric, so I said said "I think you heard" as disarmingly as possible and flashed a tentative smile. "OK, how far is it?" "I live nearby, don't worry." As we walked to my flat he stayed slightly behind, his street mentality making him wary. Under the subway I felt his predatory eyes on my back. After a few more of my nervous remarks he said. "Yeah, I ain't no batty man ya know. I got three bitches. I saw one last night. I like women; black, white, fat, thin..." I appeased his male ego by saying "I know you are not gay, but sometimes it is nice getting sucked off."
We entered my apartment and he sat on the sofa asking for alcohol. I brought him a vodka and coke and he rolled a spliff with considerable virtuosity.
After a couple of tokes he told me to have some. I felt horny. He ordered me to close the blinds and looked about as if to ensure the outside world could not casually overlook him.
With slow deliberate hand movements he unfastened his belt. I looked at his intent face and short locks that partially protruded from under his cap. His face was unshaven and his lips showed flashes of alabaster teeth. He pulled up his top revealing a hard muscled stomach and boasting an old and badly sutured scar. In one motion he dropped his loose jeans and two layers of boxer shorts. Rising fully erect from his narrow hips was a monstrous uncut nine inch cock. He pulled back the foreskin and it was already moist at the end. Around it, dense pepper corn pubes thinned doen to his large balls as they rested on the sofa. "Go on then and do it like I tell you." I kneeled on the floor between his legs and as my parted mouth drew nearer it twitched expectantly. I kissed the end and started to run my tongue over the bulbous head. He muttered "Yeah, suck it" and groaned as I let his manhood ease into my mouth. "Suck da tool properly" he ordered and told me to place my hands on his hips. His ebony skin felt smooth and polished. "and keep ya fking hands away from my batty." I complied and sucked hard on his thick veiny cock. I tried to unleash my own 8 inch white dick but he shouted "leave it!". As I slid my mouth up and down faster, I began to make sucking noises. Straight away he said "Listen right, don't make those fking noises, ok?" "Sorry master." I said semi-mockingly. "Don't say fking sorry either, my bitch does that and it get me vex." I resumed my sucking and I could taste pre-cum in my mouth. He started pushing the rock hard cock deeper into my mouth, "You like it?" I moaned my approval as I could feel his pelvis gyrating against my hands. "Yeah, that's it." "Yeah." I started to go up and down the rock hard length even faster. "Take da juice." His cock was throbbing as my lips pressed over the thick veins down to the manly smelling base. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed the cock deep into my throat, nearly making me gag. "Don't fking spit down it" I was not sure what he meant as his whole body convulsed and his hips rammed his dick hard into my throat. He groaned as his the hot juice shot down my throat, thrusting it as far as the hilt, still wanting to push it in deeper. When his body relaxed, I looked up, still holding his hips. He pushed my face off his cock and looked arrogantly down on me. "Lick off the end!" I did so then he hurried to the bathroom to wash his still erect cock in the sink.
He then left for one of his girlfriend's houses, presumably she was `main course'. He would sometimes drop by for similar pleasuring although perhaps some inner conflict compelled him to stop. I never did learn of his name, but perhaps I might get lucky again, who knows?