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Gay Male/interracial/Military Man 2
Our second encounter was quite delicious, and here is the blow-by-blow, so to speak. I arrived a few minutes early, my stomach churning. We have not exchanged phone numbers, and though I checked my e-mail before I slipped out of the office, I could not tell if his live-in had returned unexpected, and who , or would greet me on the fourth floor of his building.
I had e-mailed him again after a second appointment had fallen through. He apparently only had access to the internet for sexual matters when she was out of the apartment. I hoped he really liked the way I served him, and was willing to try once more to see if I could be with him.
It was sort of touching, the way he was handling this venture into homosexuality. He said he only discovered recently that guys give better head than women.
"Duh," I would have told him primly. "It takes owning one to know how to suck one."
I wondered, too, if I could entice him to the next level, and get him to bend me over some piece of furniture and fuck me like a dog. I had a condom and a small tube of lubricant just on the off chance. I think he is still too straight in his mind, and this is only our second encounter after all, but a boy needs to be prepared just in case something good comes up.
The thought of him buried in me up to the hilt with his girlfriend walking in the door made my stomach knot. Would she try to kill me? Or make me lick her pussy, which might make me sick.
I knocked softly on his door after a short drive across town from the Aquarium, and heard the yipping of the small white dog. I wondered if there was any significance to that, some preference to dominating something small and white, the last time I was here.
That was one of those visits where anything at all can lurk behind the door, trouble, pain, or great delight.
I knew that there could be trouble if the coast were not clear. I had played a line through my mind about what might happen if it was not he who opened the door, but I did not have to worry.
The door swung open, and I handed him the menu that some Chinese restaurant had stuck in his door. "Delivery Boy," I said with a smile of relief. "Meals on Wheels."
He smiled. he was wearing the sweatshirt of a Big Ten University that I knew well. We waved me in, taking the menu and placing it on the counter. I was pleased that he had gone to a good school, and had been a military man.
He was used to discipline, both dishing it out and taking it. He wasted absolutely no time.
"On your knees," he said, and I dropped immediately in compliance, opening my mouth in anticipation, looking up in desire and raw hunger.
I did not remove a stitch of clothing. I wore a fine merino sweater and thick silver chain that I had shortened to a length that rested just above my collarbones, almost like a silver collar. The wool of the sweater caressed emphasized my chest, and my black slacks and highly-polished tasseled pumps made me look like the supplicant I was to his towering presence.
I wanted to look good for him, as he looked down on me. my blue-green eyes looking up, framed by sliver and black.
Stepping toward me, he peeled down the waistband on his athletic pants. I gasped, though I had seen and sucked this magnificent black piece of meat.
Un-aroused he hung at least seven inches, possibly more. Certainly more than I could take without him down my esophagus. I breathed deeply of his musk, and of soap and of something else.
"I fucked yesterday, so I want you to be extra thorough when you suck my black cock. Swallow that woman juice off me. I'm just getting over the flu, too, so you may be at it a while."
Eager to do his bidding, I first licked him down one side and then the other to moisten the monster. Then I plunged into my work.
He was not yet fully hard, but stiffening. I got as much of his shaft in my mouth as I could, and then slowly pulled back, moistening and tonguing him. I knew he liked he crest of his manly helmet to rake gently across my teeth, and then I set to work. I reached up to jack him a few strokes to full rampant erection, but he swiped my hand away and pulled back out of my mouth, leaving me gasping like a fish he slapped me across the face with that massive tool, gently but firmly..
"Just your mouth, slut. Work it!"
He permitted me to caress his balls, though, and to gently finger the area of his shaft just behind that sweet sack, and then he let me take that beautiful cock again.
Up and down, alternately sucking and licking, I pleased him.
"Hell, yeah!" he moaned, and shuddered when I pulled back and explored his piss-hole as deep as I could, and then plunged down the length of that mighty took, sucking as I drew back.
"Hell, yeah!" he said, again, and cupped my ears with his hands, and began to actively fuck my lips. I rolled my eyes up at him. He had removed his sweatshirt and stood in just a black rayon wife beater shirt. His head was back, in his won world of pleasure, connected to me through the thrust of his hips and the sensitive flesh of his manhood.
I was giddy from the smell of him, and the taste of his pre-cum that mixed with my spittle and coated my jaw. I don't know how long he used me like that. I closed my eyes and became his rhythm and his need. There was music in the background, jazz of some kind, and there were at least five songs that played, from end to the beginning of his shuddering climax.
As I felt him begin to erupt, I pulled back until just the head of his cock was in my lips. I wanted all the taste of him on my tongue. I'm a greedy bitch, I know, but it seemed to serve his pleasure, and three thick ropes of jism flooded my eager mouth. I kept a gentle but firm suction on him as he spurted again, and then held my ground until he returned to the world, and the sensitivity of his cock lessened.
Then I went to back to slurping him clean, muttering as I licked that I loved that monster in my mouth, and his cum in my belly. He gradually softened until I had him all in my mouth, and my forehead rested against his strong belly, and my nose was in his public hair.
When he was done, and no sooner, he pulled away. He stepped back and pulled up his athletic shorts and looked around for his sweatshirt.
"You are one fine cocksucker," he said. "Damn, you are."
"Thank you," I said softly. "Thank you for giving me the pleasure to suck your cock."
He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and pointed toward the door. "Clockwise," he said, turning his hand as though he was turning a lock. "And I am home alone Sunday night after six. If I don't fuck tomorrow, I might have a really good-sized load for you."
"I'll try to make it," I said, wondering if Albert from the moving company was going to stop by after church, expecting lunch and a speedy fuck. I wondered if I was cocksucker enough to keep two African American men happy simultaneously.
The grant I had been working on at the Aquarium was nearly expired, and I did not know if it would be renewed. It was possible that I would have plenty of time to find out, or even expand my circle of cocks.
I turned the lock counterclockwise, as he had told me, and moments later I was at the elevator. I brushed some dog hair off my knees, and when I got out on the ground floor, there was a white sedan at the curb with a black woman sitting at the wheel. The music was playing loudly, and I wondered if she was waiting for something in particular, like a white cocksucker to leave her house after pleasing her man.
I wondered about that all the way back to the car. Maybe it is too weird to screw around with married men, even if they have the tastiest semen, and the biggest and proudest of penises.
I don't know. But I do know that I will definitely be on my knees to him again, and eager to do it. I hope my lust for his cock does not lead to breaking up his relationship.
But what the hell. He is a big boy, and he has the cock to prove it.
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