Learning how to give it up right
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I lived on Spadina Avenue in Toronto for a while. It was a busy street back then with the El Mocambo club north of me, a jazz bar across the street and a late night bar frequented by blacks just to the south. One weekend my roommates all left to visit some friends in the States. I made myself a decent meal and had a few drinks after work in the restaurant that night. The bars were closing, and I decided that I needed a little walk and maybe some cock before getting off to sleep. I always liked walking by the late night black bar, checking out the handsome black guys leaving the bar.
I usually walked slowly by and pretending not to be looking, but tonight I guess I had a bit more to drink and I had less fear. I noticed one tall guy, maybe 35, dressed in well fitting jeans, a bright coloured t-shirt that showed his muscled chest and a light loose fitted jacket. He was over 6 foot tall, maybe 190 lbs, and the jeans accentuated his crotch. He caught me looking a little too long and almost scowled back. Embarrassed and a bit scared, I looked away quickly and stepped up the pace, pretending I had someplace to go.
I looked back and he was looking my way. He stood near his car, adjusted his cock and started talking casually to another guy. I felt somewhat relieved and stopped, lit a smoke and stood a bit down the street, pretending to enjoy the warm night. His friend left and I decided I would walk home, back the way I came. I had to glance at his crotch again as I walked by, which he casually adjusted again. He got in his car, and pulled up to the corner of Spadina. I arrived the same time, and for some reason I looked at him and with some fool bravery, asked him if he wanted some "face".
He looked me in the eye and asked if I was serious or a cop. I replied I was serious, shaking with fear. The regulars at this bar didn't care for the police and I had buzzed hair, pretty well standard for the police back then. He said I better be serious, and flashed something metallic. I told him I was close by and had the apartment to myself. Feeling a mixture of fear, excitement and almost a sense of conquest, I led him up the stairs to my bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and jacket and told me to get down on my knees and take out his cock.
Soft, but starting to get engorged, it was already six inches long and thick. I worked my tongue round his foreskin and licked the shaft down to his balls. The short curly pubic hairs were abrasive to my somewhat flushed cheeks as I inhaled the black man scent of his crotch. I undid his belt, pulled his jeans down revealing beautifully hard muscled long legs. He stumbled as I removed them and his underwear, getting harder and bigger as I did it. After a minute or two more of licking his tight balls, his musky perineum and between his legs, he grabbed my head and guided it to the head of his tool.
Working with my tongue I loosened his foreskin enough to expose the smooth, shiny purple head of his dark, swollen shaft. The slight saltiness of a few drops of his last pee woke up my taste buds as I licked under his foreskin. He lay back on the bed and pulled off his t-shirt, showing me his toned chest with small tight curls of hair between his pecs. I struggled to take all his man meat in my mouth and down my throat, gradually taking more and more till I finally managed to take all 10 inches of his thick black cock down my throat. I moved my head to come up for air and felt his hands forcing me back down.
I gagged as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. It hit the spot and I started to regurgitate, though it was mostly drinks. Unfazed he directed my head with his hands to lick it up, which of course I did, not wanting to find out what that metallic thing was he flashed before. As he shoved my head down his shaft to his curly pubes, I gagged again and instinctively tried to go back up. He held my head deeper until the gagging reflex stopped. After a few more times, he didn't have to hold my head there anymore. I would hold it deep or go deeper when the reflex hit and focus on the musky scent of his tight balls till the reflex passed.
Once he made sure I could give deep, un-interrupted "face" by taking control of my head, bobbing me up and down his solid tool at his will, he decided it was time for something different. Grabbing me under my arms, he pulled me to a sitting position. He spit on his fingers and firmly started to work on my ass. Knowing I had better keep him happy, I made no complaint, even though it hurt. He produced a super-sized condom and rolled it on. I felt my mouth go dry with fear, but forced myself to produce some saliva as lube for the inevitable entry. Spreading it on his sheathed ebony shaft and shiny smooth dick head, I could feel his cock get thicker and harder with the anticipation of my tight white pussy-ass.
He was surprisingly gentle as he probed my rosebud with his saliva-slimed monster. He played with the entry a while, sliding his dick head lightly in and out. I relaxed a bit, and with an almost audible sigh of relief, set back to enjoying this slow late night fuck. I started to wiggle a bit, gently imitating his movements. I just started and he felt my anus relax. With one strong swift movement, he took advantage of my loosened ass and buried the length of his cock into me. The pain was searing as my rectum stretched to accommodate his huge black prick. I almost screamed but his hand covered my mouth as he told me, without words, not to make a noise.
He kept his cock buried in me for two minutes till the pain subsided and my hole relaxed a bit more. As he sensed this, he pulled back almost out, and pushed back in again, holding till my anus released. I found it easier to handle after a few more decisive and deep thrusts of his genital spear. As my man-pussy got used to his huge tool, he moved more fluidly, rotating around, once in while hitting my g-spot and sending a shiver of deep pleasure up my spine. I could feel his cock getting harder and larger still, knowing his semen load was almost ready to blow.
Suddenly with both his strong arms he lifted me off his impaling tool, and forced my head down. He rolled off the condom, grabbed my ears and forced my head down to swallow his load. The cream spurted out in gobs, and when I almost gagged he held me down tight, forcing me to relax and accept his salty-sweet cum. I obediently licked his balls, cock and his man musky crotch clean, helped him dress again and walked him to the door.
After that, I started to go for more walks, just as the bars closed down for the night.