Foreword: This is, perhaps, a finale to my tales of years of pleasure and frustration in my encounters with Pat. My horoscope is advising me to close old chapters and get a new start in my life. Although I'm still feeling a sense of loss, it's just as well that I wash that man right outta my hair and send him on his way. But is pinning hopes on the revival of an even older story a smart move on my part? Tell me, Miss Manners, what's a horny man to do?
I STILL MISS HIM #7
NOT!
By Horny Joe
After a long dry period, Pat's IM presence began popping up again on my screen. He did not send me any messages, but I knew from past experience that he often surfed all over the place. But the devil finally seized my dick and I sent him a quick inquiry:
hornyjoe69: hey, pat, u in town?
His almost immediate answer came up:
pppxxx: no, I'm out in the desert
My sense of disappointment was palpable:
hornyjoe69: oh, 2 bad--I had some free time and thot we might get together
His terse answer was not unusual:
pppxxx: call me in a few days--I'll be back in town
I wanted to prolong the conversation with some of my usual filler stuff:
hornyjoe69: whaddya been up 2? been getting any?
His typical answer came right back:
pppxxx: no, been staying in mostly--u?
Except for a few furtive gropes in the showers at the gym, my reply was true:
hornyjoe69: been celibate except 4 lotta solo wankin--sure need a big injection
His variations on a theme sounded so familiar:
pppxxx: u need to find someone from your old farts group to join us--then I'll watch him fuck you--then I'll b second
My reply was also a variation on a theme:
hornyjoe69: I'll see what I can do, but don't see many very exciting possibilities there; sure wd luv 2 have u cum by and unload that big gun
His close was one I could have written from memory:
pppxxx: call me and we'll see when we can get together, bye
Sure, Pat, I have been blowin' in the wind. I'd been rejected by experts before, and only my dearth of action had allowed me to beg for more. A desperate man is as one dying of thirst.
I clicked off and went on with my morning surfing. Always a lot of 'promising' propaganda filled with BS. I didn't see any really new or arousing letters or profiles. I did have a new note on a senior link that seemed worth a reply, so I wrote a short promotional response and sent it on its way.
When the mail came, there was an old, old return sticker on one of the pieces, along with a ton of junk mail. It was from a guy I'd had a short, hot fling with many long years ago at a gang bang out in the desert. A regular group that met monthly for an orgy in a private home carried a notification of date and a phone number to call for the next party. There must have been 30 guys ranging in age from below 30 to seventysomething who had responded to the monthly invitation of young/old. A rather attractive younger guy gave me a rush and we chatted briefly before he sat in my lap and rubbed his buns invitingly across my crotch. I was responding when another older guy walked by and bent over to plant a big wet kiss on the guy in my lap. After a few short murmurs, my prospect joined hands with the intruder and the two disappeared into another room.
A husky black bear had been making eye contact with me--couldn't have been all that much younger than I, but I had a thing for dark meat, so I winked and patted the empty chair next to me. He moved over and introduced himself, Hungry Ham, I thought he said was his name--an ex-pro athlete who was still in pretty good shape--firm body, taller than my 6-2, and heavier by 20 or so pounds, all hard body where mine was pudgy. Our exploratory schmooze showed us both to be horny and looking for action. He lived nearby, but I'd driven 125 miles for this party, so I had high hopes. We exchanged some touching, feeling, groping as we chatted idly about our vitas--the ones we all create for just such occasions. Soon we went to the kissing and more determined groping. His big, soft lips and thick tongue sent messages of unmistakable desire. We drifted off to a bedroom with only four other guys already in flagrante delecto; since it was still early in the evening, total nudity all the way all the time hadn't yet become de riguer.
We helped each other strip down, and when my newest buddy dropped his drawers, I gasped to myself. That athlete's body was a dream come true with large protruding nipples, only a light dusting of body hair, other than a big patch surrounding a thick, longish cock and bulging balls. Even flaccid, this probe gave me pause. It would be a stretch, even after Pat's generous endowment. Even though I tell myself that I am not a size queen, I do find an outsize cock to send hot jolts of lightning through my body as it finds its way deep inside me. Ooooooohhhhhh.
We stood face to face, embracing and pressing our bodies together. I pinched his nips, and he pushed himself into my timid fingers. I pinched harder and twisted them. He bumped against me harder and growled. We began a long, deep kiss that caused two hard rods to press against each other, his into my belly. He was almost a half-foot taller, and I shoved my drooling piece between his thighs below his balls, coarsely bagged and crinkly-haired. We put everything we knew into our stand-up position, sighs, murmurs, hums, agitated pelvii, flowings of abundant clear nectar, groping hands and prying and squeezing fingers. We seemed to be pretty evenly matched in our limited repertoire, so we just worked slowly on building a sense of desire. He broke our kiss and pulled back to kneel before me and clamped his capacious lips around my throbber. Yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh, I sighed. Feels like more. I gave him a few encouraging thrusts as he gobbled hungrily and squeezed my balls pretty hard. I reached down and worked his nips. The rougher I got, the more force he put into his sucking, burying my length in his mouth and making a hot tunnel of his lips and tongue.
The two guys at work on the bed had scrunched over, and Ham pushed me down onto the bed. I lay back and opened my legs so that he could work on my aching crotch. His tongue and lips sent waves of heat surging through my body from my balls outward in every direction. The regret of knowing that the rules of the group prohibited assfucking did not deter my aching desire, and his probing tongue told me that I could enjoy everything but. We grappled and thrashed around until I reversed ends and found his thick pole jutting straight out from his crotch. I loosened my jaw and began working my way down a large plum of a glans, shiny and smooth, partly sheathed but easily uncovered to a prominent ridge and deep under cleft. My lips encircled the corona and my tongue abused his cleft. He thrust his pelvis up into my face and his crinkly patch scratched my nose as I worked excitedly on a still-hardening prong. He had re-engaged my cock as we curled sideways in a 69, both pulling hard with practiced vacuum-producing oral cavities. The exertion after a while made us both sweaty, and our duet of appreciation drowned out the ecstatic sounds emanating from all four other men practicing advanced fellatio and whatever else short of penile insertion in anal pores could be devised. I could sense Ham's approaching ejaculation by a stiffening of his body and vigorous upthrusting of his rock hard cock. I bobbed my head more vigorously and tightened my lips and tongue in an effort to draw his nuts out through his urethra. I was nearing a raging climax myself and hoped we'd arrive at mutual eruptions, but Ham's load came blasting out in a gusher, accompanied by his loud Uuuuhhhh, AAAAAAhhhh, OOOOOOhhhhh grunts. I love a demonstrative partner. The bursts of his thick, hot cum came in big mouthfuls that kept me gulping to capture all he was giving me. Wow! Whatta bull this guy was! He just kept cumming and giving loud voice to each succeeding eruption. The joy of my taking his load released my own, and I gave voice to my pleasures as he had done. I really thought that he might suck my cock right off my body. I was inspired by his generous outpouring and surprised myself with a prolonged emission. Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmmm.
We were both pretty well drained at the final eruptions and lay quietly, cocks still firm in hot, warm mouths for a while. Later, we lay snuggled spoon style whispering and murmurming. Two of our roomies vacated the premises, and two new arrivals took their place on the other side of the bed. The other two had chosen to remain on the floor. They seemed dedicated to rimming most of the time. Different strokes, I always say. There was no hint of an interest in switching partners. We all seemed to be intent on staying with the guy what brung us, so to speak. I had found a diamond too precious to surrender, and he seemed to have no interest in sampling other participants in a wide-open orgy. That seemed to be going on in another room for those who liked to square dance, switching partners do-si-do'ing and whatever else occurred to a roomful of naked, sweaty bodies. Now don't get me wrong. I enjoy a scene with a lotta switching when the occasion is right, but I'd met a dream on two thick legs--the kind I'd dreamed of since my youthful days in the navy chasing roundeye with a gang of black stewards mates and a couple of gym rats. Dark meat was a delicacy in my menu of distinguished dining.
Our second round required a bit more exertion on my part. Ham came three more times while he brought a second burning emission of regenerated cum from my neglected body. It would take time for me to match this cum bucket, and I looked forward to a period of prolonged practice. By evening's end (earlier for me than most of the guests, since they either lived nearby or had arranged to stay overnight. I intended to drive home. Had I known what I'd find on my first visit, I might have made better arrangements.) We discussed the long drive, and Ham told me that he owned a house in the town where I lived and that he would be spending some time in my area in a couple of months.
Much as I would have enjoyed a more prompt reprise, I tried to be practical. Limited portions of prime pud were like gourmet meals--to be enjoyed in moderation. I was good at rationalizing. Besides, in those days I had a steady stream of referrals from a guy I knew locally who ran ads in the personals sections of every gay men's magazine. Aside from the couple of often-enough repeats that a friend called my 'tawdry assignations', I was content with a steady string of newbies--some regulars of my overbooked friend. Whenever I found an evening hanging heavy on my time, I could drop by a local gay bar and entice someone to dally a while or maybe even overnight. I was in my exploratory mode at the time; playing the field, I believe it's called. Something special like Ham was the frosting on the cake; the big red bow on a generous gift.
True to his word, Ham called me in a couple of months from his rental property. He had come to refurbish a nice home within a mile of me between tenants. It was a luxurious place, completely furnished and popular with rich vacationers from colder climes. He gave me instructions for getting through the gate in this exclusive community, and when I rang the bell, He met me at the door in a red silk lounging robe. We lost no time in formalities. As we embraced, I stroked his cannonball shoulders through the slinky fabric, then followed the contours of his lats down to his hard asscheeks. We kissed passionately and he thrust his big erection against me. Only the sheer silk covering separated him from my hungry grasp. I left a trail of clothes from the front door into the master bedroom as he led me through the house.
A king size bed dominated a long wall of a roomful of luxurious surroundings, the covers turned back invitingly. Ham lay down on the bed, stretched out in his gigantic hunkiness, his big pole pointing at a distant ceiling. I seized the invitation and fell to enveloping the broad and rigid protuberance with my slobbering mouth. I recalled his appetite for tit abuse and set about hammering his pecs, pinching and pulling on his nips and eliciting groans of pleasure from my black Adonis. I let my intense desire out full for all of this man I could eat. His own appetite seemed to be the equal of mine, and we reversed positions and anatomical tastings with abandon. How I drank in this black Charles Atlas in all his glory. (Does that date me or what?) I wanted to sample every square inch of this glorious body. His ears, his mouth, his chest, his belly, that broad expanse of dark skin stretched from his shoulders to his heels, across a beautiful set of buns good enough to eat. Before I could even sample this delightful banquet, he began his own exploration of my bulk. His touch was so arousing that I gave vent to my great excitement with sighs and groans and gasps and moans and whines, accompanied with a full score of body movements intended to encourage his seeking every sensitive spot on my flesh.
I gave full attention to his vast crotch, so filled with enticing parts--thighs to lick, crotch joints to suck, a tantalizing asscrack, a nutsack to squeeze, a penile pole to ride upon and and and. As I sucked greedily on that tantalizing proboscis, I searched with spidering fingers for his hidden hole and found it to his accompanying AAAAHHHHHH. "Fuck me," he urged. A container of lube was thoughtfully placed on a nearby nightstand. I used a generous amount on my throbbing cock and slipped my fingers inside his tight hole to ease my way. He lay spread-eagled on his back, and I knelt between his legs, thinking to raise his hips and slide inside. Wrong! He was just too big and heavy for me to assume a legs-over-the-shoulders position. He moved to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed, his torso across the mattress. I straddled behind him, standing in a semi-crouch to align myself with his meaty ass, spreading his cheeks to expose his pucker. It was a strangely small opening surrounded by radiating lines pointing in toward a finite target. I rubbed the length of my cock up and down his asscrack as he groaned tantalizingly, Mmmmmmmmm. Just the contact of my rod against his inviting anatomy sent surges of quivering desire through me. "Oooooohhhhh, fuck me," he said again.
I steered my shiny glans to the center of his hungry hole and firmly pushed with my pelvis. It was a very tight ring, and I gave several determined thrusts before he opened enough for me to start to penetrate him. When the corona of my cockhead was past the sphincter and my stem started submerging into his tunnel, I felt a great vibration of his heavy bulk. "Aaaaahhhhhh," he sighed. He was a tight fit, and I felt his walls grasping me as I continued my firm, deliberate push ever deeper inside him. "Ooooooohhh, more," he said. I pushed against his resistance and felt him contracting around my pressing stem, milking me as I went to the root and felt my balls against him. "Yeahhhh," he exulted. "I want it all. Ride me hard." The feeling was one of warm, moist envelopment around my throbbing cock, tightly grasped inside him, a swelling surge of heat radiating from inside him and into my own body. He humped back against me as he urged my thrusts, slow and deliberate withdrawal and an equally slow and deliberate pushing back to total depth. I gave a series of short thrusts to bring up the tensions in my own hungry passions, and we joined in a duet of quiet joy, "Hmmmm, hmmmmmm, huuuummmm." As we mirrored one another's stimulation, I felt him milking and stroking my throbbing member as I rode his rump. My cock felt like a steel missile driving in and out of his grasping tunnel, hurling out thunderbolts and receiving echoes back into my pit. I reached under his body and grasped his rigid cock, pouring out a copious flow of nectar. "Aaaaaaahh," he uttered a sound of satisfaction. "More, more." We both joined our efforts in the process of building mounting pressures inside, each sensing the other's stage of excitement.
As our desires drove us toward an ultimate climax, I began a rapid series of hard hits against him. "Hhhnnnnnnn, hhhnnnnnnn, hhhnnnnnn," sounded off with each stroke. His ass answered back. Inside, I felt the growing tension coalescing into an explosive surge of my cream of life, its insistent course out through my urethra and gushing into his gut. "Ggggggaaaaaahhhhhh, ggggggaaaaaahhhhhh, ggggggaaaaaahh," I signaled my eruption. "Oooohhhhh, ooooohh, oooooohhhh," he answered. I emptied my nuts in his guts and lay motionless while my heartbeat slowed to a more normal rate.
"That was nice," he murmured as we lay side by side. "I haven't been fucked in a while, and it felt so good again."
"Probably no longer than the last time since I fucked," I sighed. While it was true that I had been entertaining a few callers in the recent past, a good, serious prolonged fuck had been a while back. "You are really something special," I added. "You are so responsive that it makes the whole thing more fun."
"I just knew from our last meeting that we had a lot more for each other," he remarked. "I was so looking forward to being alone with you so that we could go farther."
I nodded and added, "Oh yes, I'm so glad that you called. I've been feeling horny and unsatisfied lately. You just filled a big empty spot." I reached over to grasp his tumescent cock. "Feels ready to fill me up with a heavy load."
He directed me to lie with my back to him, and he raised my top leg high into the air. He inserted two big fingers inside my hungry hole, lubed me inside and spread more on his gigantic pole. He lay on his side, head to foot against me and pressed himself against me, pressing his big plum head at my sphincter. I tried to relax as much as possible to allow his insertion, but it took him several determined tries to open my neglected hole to his oversize probe. Gradually he progressed until I felt strong pressure overcoming my resistance, and the initial pain of that large ram pushing through my tight clamp. "Ooooooohhhh," I muttered. "Take it slow. I haven't had a cock this big in a long time." He was patient but insistent, and I felt his ridge break through and my tight hole clamp around the cleft behind it. He just kept pushing, and it was like an irresistible force overcoming an immovable object as he drove inside my tunnel. It was like swallowing a big log, and my guts raged at the invasion. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," I involuntarily gasped. "Biiiggggg." I'd almost forgotten the sensation of having an over-large cock invading my innards. I thought back to a similar experience with the gunner in my navy days. Throughout my life, his had been the standard by which I judged all other men's cocks--big, thick, long and rigid as a pipe. Ham's was not as long, but it felt like a double-thick probe as it forced its way deeper inside me. When he was in to the root of his plug, he just pressed firmly and made tight circles to stir my guts with it. "Yeeeahhhhh," I urged him. "I want a ton of your cum inside me. Gimme all you got."
My tunnel gradually adjusted to the stretching force of his diameter, and he began an exploration of various stimulating motions, short, slow pumps, longer drives in and out. My sphincter nerve endings were screaming erotic messages through my body. "Ooooohhhhh yeah!" I cried out as he drove a thunderbolt through me. "Do it again!" Oh yes, size counts. Technique counts even more, and Ham was a practiced user of his penile bomb. He had the explosive force of a blockbuster as he took his range of driving thrusts inandout inandout and my body adapted to the sensation of being host to a huge foreign body building forces of tension destined to culminate in an indescribable sensation. As we joined our movements, I felt him grow even bigger and harder--it was a sure signal that I was being prepared for Vesuvius. I had shifted into an automatic mode that allowed my body to respond to every nuance of this enormous stimulation. I was a spectator on a wild ride that just grew and grew until he uttered a series of sounds. "Heeee, hhhhee, huuuuhhhhh, hhhhhhuuuuuhhhh," for at least ten separate bursts of his ejaculation. His ton of cum was surging a hot, thick syrup inside my guts, and as he drove each spasm with a hard thrust of his pelvis, I imagined the gusher flooding deep inside me, though I felt more keenly the shock of his body hurling his explosive force into my insatiable appetite for his big dark meat. I felt the warm cream seeping back outside between his thick, firm stalk and my tight sphincter. My thighs were covered with the overflow and it still kept coming.
After he had stopped his expulsion of mancream, he lay quietly behind me, lowering my leg, but leaving his still-hard pole buried in my hole. I flexed my tunnel and reveled in the sensation of this enormous plug that still radiated a glow of warm fullness. I gave short, firm pushes against him, working to encourage the retention of his erection. He chuckled quietly and responded by answering thrusts that suggested more to come. He whispered to me that I should try to turn onto my stomach and retain him inside me through the maneuver. For a big man, he was amazingly agile, and somehow helped reposition his bulk as I slowly and carefully turned onto my belly and felt his full weight bearing down above me. I felt as if I could live the rest of my life with this gigante pole stretching my hole and crowding my insides. The feeling of fullness was like a warm, full hardness filling me and radiating waves of contentment. I hummed my comfort and moved my ass back and forth to stimulate still-hungry desires waiting for more fulfillment. He began a series of varying thrusts--short, fast jabs followed by some long, slow drives as I hummed a tune of contentment at the raging flood of stimulation his piston was pounding into my body. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaahh. I was living my fantasy with no end in sight when he abruptly gave a heavy thrust to the bone and more pulsations of quarts of cum gushing into my insides. Hhhhnnnnnnnn, hhhnnnnn, HHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN. He lay quiet and motionless as he ceased his contractions. My feeling was still that of having a huge foreign object crowding my guts and radiating hot waves of delight through me.
I was reluctant to have him withdraw and flop down beside me. We hugged and kissed, whispered thoughts of satisfaction, commented on how nice it was that we had no time constraints, no house rules and nobody else to consider. The early afternoon drifted into dusk as we pursued our journey of exploration--of one another and our own imaginations. We found it fruitful to try angles, positions, areas of stimulation, some time out in the shower, though even that eventuated in more penile insertions and vigorous oral stimulation. During our indolent recreation, we sucked and fucked as long as our bodies would tolerate. I found several different ways to penetrate his desirable ass, and he was not satiated until he had cum with three more vigorous explosions. During rest periods, we shared life stories and continued touching, feeling, tantalizing. It was an unbelievable situation of two well-matched sexual navigators who were incredibly in tune.
But as all good things must end, I ultimately gathered up my scattered clothes and left him with a promise of a repeat within a reasonable period of time. The promise was fulfilled when Ham called me only a couple of months later with the explanation that his tenants had been short timers vacationing from Indonesia and that he would be in town for two days to prepare for a long-term leasee. He generally brought in household services that he supervised in the mornings, and we spent each afternoon and on into evening finding yet more rewarding ways to stimulate each other's libidos. We both seemed to take it for granted that these interludes would continue on into the indefinite future. We had just discovered something valuable that geography prevented from becoming a more permanent arrangement. Somehow, the months turned into years, and we had only sporadic contacts by mail or phone as both our lives took many new turns. On a couple of occasions, we even had made plans to meet and then had to cancel out for reasons I can't remember now.
Then, after thirteen years, I had received a card with a brief note that he was staying in a nearby motel for several days and included his cell phone number. I had some commitments that I could not change, but had one day clear and so sent him a note that I'd call him on the day I was free to see if he'd be available. Interestingly enough, just as I was reaching for the phone, it rang, and it was Ham saying that he couldn't remember who was to call whom. We made plans to meet in a couple of hours.
I drove down to the motel and hurried to his room, knocked on the door, and it swung open. I looked inside but saw what appeared to be an empty room. I took a step inside and looked behind the open door. There was my black adonis, naked and pointing in my direction with his jutting probe. We embraced and kissed deeply as I stroked his naked back and asscheeks. "Make yourself comfortable," he invited. I lost no time in stripping. Man, was I ready for a romp with this guy. He led me to the turned-down bed and we started grappling. Every touch of his skin sent hot waves through me, and when I grasped his rigid cock, I just shuddered. I wondered whether I could take it after a long dry period. He was eager to get into heavy stuff, and so was I. He got behind me as I lay on my side and started to push his big rod against my tight hole. Nothing gave. I told him that he'd need some lube to get through because I hadn't been fucked in a long time. He left the bed and brought back some body lotion and spread it wetly on his probe and my ass. Then he began a determined thrusting, and I tried my best to relax and open up. I so wanted the sensation of that huge log deep inside me that I'd have taken it if it split me wide open. Finally, a little loosening allowed him to start pushing deeper. It hurt pretty good, but I just grunted. Nnnnnnn. Oh man, did it burn, but I wanted to feel his girth now. "Push," I urged him. "Get inside me." He kept going, and little by little I opened up and felt a big blunt instrument stretching my dry tunnel. Ooooooohhhhhh it hurt so good. I thought that it must have doubled in size since we last went this route. I'd have taken him, even if he had been a whalecock (which it very much felt like he was. I don't remember ever being so ambivalent about taking a big cock in my ass--I had to resist mightily telling him to stop. Fortunately I endured, for in good time, the pain gave way to pleasure and feeling his log deep in me was sooooooo great again.
Ham hadn't lost any of his deft touch in making his cock send me messages of intense joy. As he continued to vary his movements, I regained the warm and exciting feelings that I remembered from so long ago. I wondered how I had been able to settle for Pat after having had this experience. Well, I suppose in the same manner as I had gone from the gunner in my youth to other less accomplished and satisfying men. It reminded me of the little Catholic boot buddy who had told me his analogy to the varying size of milk bottles and how each one contained its capacity. It didn't seem the least bit incongruous that we'd been talking about why a priest gave his entire life to the church and he expected only to be a lay member if everyone were to be rewarded with the joy of their being. In my somewhat confused thinking, I envisioned myself today as being a gallon milk jug being filled with an outstanding load. At other times, I was a half pint getting the most from another man who was capable of giving only just so much pleasure. Did I fit that analogy in the minds of my partners over the years? It gratified me to know that Ham was as pleased with my ministrations as I was with his. And wasn't that nice?
When intense pleasure had erased the earlier pain and Ham was piledriving his log deep inside me, I was groaning and gasping and urging "More! MORE!! MMMMOOOOORRRRRRRE" And he was heaving his heavy body against me with gusto. Oh, man, was it hot. Wild impulses were jolting through my body with every hit he made. ZZZZITTT, ZZZZZZIIIIITTTTT!!! I was happy that he had such staying power, for I wanted him to ride me hard and put me away wet. How I had gone so long without this enormous pleasure was hard to imagine. But eventually Ham went into a veritable frenzy of hard driving and heavy hitting that turned my erotic receptors into overload. When he uttered his typical climactic sounds, I joined him. "UUUUUHHHH! UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!! UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHAAAAH!!!" Wow, did he ever shoot a sustained gusher. It just went on and on. And when I thought he was finished, he rendered me a strong coda and more climactic fireworks.
After a long period of cooling down, we embraced and enjoyed the deep kissing that served as a lagniappe after such a powerful manfuck. I thanked him for being such a great fucker, and he just hugged me against him. I told him that I was sorry we'd let one another drift away for so long, and he just brushed it aside. He asked me if I was going to fuck him, and we worked some on a good position, ending with his kneeling on the edge of the bed with me behind and above in order to make the angle of the dangle equal the heat of the meat. My cockhead was really tender and his tight sphincter resisted, but I gritted my teeth and just shoved inside him. How good it felt to be buried again to the root in such a hot ass. I thought back in wonder that in the thirteen years we'd missed, I'd had only one other black bud. And here I was, brought up on a generous share of earlier black buddies. Oh yeah, there'd been one guy who'd come by a time or two and then we'd met at a gathering of men at an orgy, but I'd had only one good black man who had a certain something--a secret ingredient . I suppose I'd always carried the milk bottle theory around, as I had few compunctions about not putting guys into various boxes labeled 'color' or 'age' or 'size'. Fortunately, I rarely found a man that I didn't enjoy playing with. Most often, it was the attitude of my various partners that determined the intensity and duration of our contacts.
I did want to give Ham all that I could, because of his natural intensity in giving me so much.
We had a long and pleasant afternoon, and Ham gave me several more rewarding climaxes. What endurance he still had. I regretted not being able to match his power, but was grateful that he enjoyed going and going. The energizer bunny couldn't compare with him. We also enjoyed catching up on the lost years and talking about getting together frequently in the future. Ham still had properties in the area that he was taking more interest again and needed to visit occasionally. The beautiful house we'd used years ago was now out on a long-term lease, but Ham was content with his motel room, and it was good for me to have a private place to enjoy our depredations. He told me that he had some business that would bring him back in a month or so. I'll be anxiously awaiting his next visit.