Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor
Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial
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Chapter 7
I spent the weekend at my uncle's staying there over Saturday night. The episode with Mr. Woods kept flashing in my mind time and again. The thought of him, his firm muscular body, me holding his big hard cock, blowing it and sprays of his jizz hitting the back of my throat kept arousing me. Two times I became so aroused that I had to excuse myself to the restroom where I jerked off thinking about the previous night.
Sunday evening when I returned home, it was dark and getting cold. After entering the apartment from the front door, I quietly tiptoed to the kitchen window without turning on the lights to see what was going on the terrace next door. I knew that his folks were visiting over the weekend. There on the terrace, I found him drinking beer with his Puerto Rican mother who was knitting something. They were sitting on the back terrace facing me. He was wearing a light blue tee over cotton lounge pants, looking handsome as usual. From certain angles, he resembled Wilmer Valderrama. Only taller and more lean muscular than him. His mother must be in her 70s. From her mother's looks, I could guess where he got his good looks from. Seeing him like this revived my memories of us from the previous night. Suddenly I felt a stirring in my belly. I didn't know what I thought but I turned on the kitchen lights without opening the kitchen windows and from the slit of the curtain tried to take stock of his reactions.
There I saw him suddenly looking towards my windows trying to find me. His knees opened up wider and he started running his land on his face and his chin. He stood up and walked towards the boundary dividing the two terraces and looking for me. I turned off the kitchen lights and went to my bedroom to see his response. As soon as I turned on the bedroom lights, he looked towards my bedroom. Windows were closed and curtains were partially drawn. He again walked towards the front of the terrace looking at my window. Within minutes I saw him disappear from the terrace. I guessed he would appear in his bedroom window facing mine. From the slit of the curtains of my bedroom window, I waited for him to appear. Seconds later his bedroom lights turned on. My heart started racing. Next, he appeared at the bedroom window, a few feet inside the bedroom, looking towards my window. I slightly opened the curtains to signal I was there. There he was standing bare-chested in his PJs staring at me, our eyes locked, in the dim light, away from his mother's view.
Thereafter, he took his big thick cock out from the fly of his pants, and let it hang there for me to see uninterrupted. The foreskin of his big cock was pulled back and the pink head was clearly visible in the dim yellow lights. Next, he placed his hands on the waistband of the pants and pointed his index fingers towards his big thick cock. Just the sight of this macho man flashing his big cock so brazenly aroused me to the point where I opened my mouth, took my tongue out involuntarily, and ran on my lips. He gave me a sexy smile and signaled that he would be coming to my apartment in 15 minutes.
I took a quick shower, put on my mini briefs, and covered my body with a rope. I saw him telling his mother he was going for an evening run and would be back in 30 minutes. Mins later, he was inside my home, following me to the bedroom.
Once inside, he was all commanding as he owned the place. He took off his shoes, tee, and shorts. He walked over completely naked to the sofa chair and "Come over here" he gestured, flashing a sexy smile with those twinkling eyes. His naked muscular body, pecs, abs, and perfectly manicured big cock shone in the dim light. I went to him and he untied the robe and pulled it off my shoulders. He spread the robe on the sofa chair and sat on it with his legs spread wide like a king.
I sat on my knees between his open legs, my mouth near his throbbing dick. Looking at his massive thick semi-erection: 8.5 inches; 6.5 inches around; foreskin retracted, and precum draining from the slit. I felt shy and embarrassed sitting in my tiny briefs in front of this muscular tall man with his big swollen cock looking at me.
"Take it in your hands" he commanded, and I rushed to fulfill his order and held his cock at its base with my one hand and fisted its shaft with the other. He sensed my embarrassment from the look on my face and said with his hands on my cheeks,
"You are a hungry cock sucker? Aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I replied embarrassedly.
"Bud, you have worked so hard to get to this piece of meat. Now that you have it in your hands and your face, sitting on your mouth, you are shying like a little girl. Leave all your inhibitions behind and make love to this cock, like it is your long-lost lover. Give this cock an experience, it won't forget. An experience this cock would want to come back to. Treat it like you are worshiping it. Start by first kissing it slowly all the dick, from the bottom and the balls to the head, then lick it all with the tongue and finally put it in your mouth. Go down a bit slowly and a bit fast. The most important is the tongue. The tongue is the protagonist in a perfect BJ. You need to learn how to use it well. Like a tornado around my dick licking and sucking the head a lot. Eye contact is very, very important. Combine the "twirl and swirl" technique with a caress and massage to the balls. Make it wet. Use lots of saliva. In the end, you have to swallow all the cum. Don't give a lazy blow job. You are not only blowing this cock but through it, you are blowing my mind. You are not blowing me if you are not making me moan with pleasure. You want to blow my mind. Don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I replied with slightly more confidence.
"Good boy! Now make love to this cock and show me how badly you want it."
I grabbed it in both fists, feeling the heat of it, feeling it pulse in my hands as I admired it. It was a magnificent cock! I wasted no time slurping his dripping head into my lips, making both of us moan. "Oh, fuck yeah, boy. Suck my big cock." He growled, his voice choked with lust.
"Mmmmmm," I replied, not willing to let him slip out of my mouth for a second to answer him. I nursed his head, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat on my tongue. His freshly cleaned cock tasted so fucking good! Musky and salty and dripping his tasty precum all over my tongue. He leaned back against the sofa chair as I began to worship his cock, savoring the feeling of his silky smooth cock-skin against my hungry lips. He put one big hand on my ear, but let me suck at my own pace. I swirled my tongue on its head and twirled my tongue around it. Soon it was hard, dripping like a fountain, my head was bobbing up and down on his rock-hard cock.
"Yeahhhhh, eat it, boy," he groaned. `You're hungry for it, aren't you?"
In answering him, I dove deep down on it, banging his dripping cockhead against my throat while my lips tried to reach for his trimmed bush. I pressed on until my throat began to relax. It opened up and his cockhead slipped in. I pushed my face into him more and started making gulping movements, massaging him with my throat muscles, while my hands played with his shaft and balls. I could feel his thick meat working its way down my throat causing him to tremble and moan above me. I wanted to shove all 8½ inches down my throat, but before I could get halfway down, the need for air overcame me. I pulled back, feeling it twitch on my tongue. More tasty juice dripped out his slit and I lapped it up. I pushed forward on it again, his cockhead slipped into my throat right away this time, making him moan.
"Fuck, yeah, boy. Open up that tight throat." He had both hands on my head now and was working me up and down on his straining prick. He'd push his cockhead in and out of my throat, slowly slipping more and more of his throbbing shaft in, making my eyes bug out. Just when I thought I couldn't go any longer without air he'd pull me off. I gasped around his dripping prick, and he shoved my head right back down on it. Again and again, deeper and deeper, until he finally shoved my head down hard -- every inch of his fat tube down my twitching throat! I struggled against him, thinking I'd pass out. "Swallow, boy. Use that throat." I gulped around his meat, feeling my throat muscles wrap around it and grip it. He groaned, grinding his hips into my face and stretching open my throat with every straining inch of his amazing meat. "Ohhhh, fuck yeahh!!! Look at me" he growled. His eyes got locked with mine.
I pushed back, wheezing, my eyes watering, his cock feeling even harder, thicker as it slid out. "Fuck yeahh," he snarled, I bobbed on the end of it, panting for air. It was so rock-hard! He let me take my time for a minute, then I felt his big paws wrap around my head again. As he pumped my skull up and down, I gulped around him and soon my throat opened up and let him get in deep again. He was moaning and cursing, but his hands held a firm grip on my head as he pushed my face deep into his trimmed crotch again. He started pumping my head again, harder now, and his fat cockhead pistoning in and out of my hungry throat. His big shaved balls smashed against my chin as his hips fucked my face. I was helpless as he held my head in a vice grip and fucked my throat deep. Helpless and loving every minute of it -- and every inch! I finally had every inch of his big dick down my throat and by the sounds he was making above me, he was loving it too.
Now he was standing up. I gasped for air when I could around his throbbing piston, but as he picked up speed I struggled more and more. I was hanging on to his hips, no match for his strength and power and he fucked my twitching throat. I was like a rag doll in his grip, trapped between his strong hold on my head and his thick column of flesh driving into my throat. I looked up to see him, sweating, and his chest and arms flexing with power as he fucked me. He fucked my throat. I tried to work my tongue around his shaft when he pulled back, making him grunt and shove harder into me. His balls pulled up against him as he thrust, and I reached up to palm them. That just kicked him into gear and he pumped my skull on his spike even more roughly. I could feel his cock getting even harder, bigger, his grunting turning into a steady groan. Suddenly he drove to the hilt and stayed there, holding my head tight against his crotch. He cried out triumphantly as he impaled me. I felt his meat pulsing and spewing deep into my clutching gullet. I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen, but as his orgasm consumed him I was able to push him back, gasping, tasting his creamy, gooey cum flood my mouth. I guzzled it down and sucked him in, taking control as he fell back on the sofa. I sucked like a vacuum, slurping out his cum and making him twitch and shudder from head to toe. I swallowed and swallowed, but still more volleys of cream gushed from him. It was running down my chin in thick drops, and as I gulped it down, more and more burst out of him. I milked his hot thick shaft with my lips until his torrent of juice finally began to slow down. I nursed out the rest of it, pursing my lips around his swollen cockhead. He was still hard and huge, and I worked my lips all over his tube as it began to soften some. He whimpered with pleasure as I tended his meat, digging my tongue into his slit for more juice, stroking his hose and balls as he puffed and panted, trying to catch his breath. I worshipped his softening meat -- well, soft isn't the right word - he was still hard as I cleaned him off and began a nice slow bob up and down on the end of his dick.
I was aroused beyond my control but I knew he didn't like me touching my dick while blowing him. I looked at him agonizingly for a release. As if he read my mind. "It should be fun for both of us." He growled. Seconds later, he stood up, lifted me in his arms, placed me down on the center table, pushed my legs up in the air, and pulled my briefs below my hips. I folded myself in half by supporting my legs with my hands. Thereafter he sat down on his knees,
placed two fingers into my hole, and said, "Get ready." And before I knew it, he shoved two fingers up my boy pussy. His expert fingers quickly located my joy button and started rubbing it. Next, he started finger fucking me hard and fast, I couldn't breathe. He worked those fingers in deep.
I felt like I was going to pee. The waves hit me again and again. I started pushing up into him. My head started spinning. I was moaning, whimpering like a pig. Within minutes I started spurting jizz like a hose. Breathing heavily and screaming out in ecstasy, I was blowing my load. He kept poking at my hole just as vigorously as before. Once I was done, I reached for his hand to stop. He stopped. My hole clenched on his big fingers. I was trembling all over.
Once done, I closed my eyes in a state of trance. He took his left hand out, scooped cum from my belly and chest, and then said, "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth and he inserted his two fingers into it. I sucked his two fingers. Then he took them out, scooped the remaining cum from my body, and inserted those fingers back in my mouth. I sucked all the cum out of his fingers. And then kept sucking his fingers.
He said, "Good boy!" Then he leaned over me, his face close to mine, and whispered, "That's what you need. If my fingers feel this good, imagine how good a fat dick would feel smashing at that nub."
Before I could react, he pulled his fingers out, first from my mouth and then from my hole. My hole gaped open. I felt empty.
"Fuck, kid," his voice was deep and gravelly, "that was awesome. Hope I wasn't too rough on you."
"You are such a fucking stud!" was all I could stammer. "I loved it."
He chuckled. "Well, you are getting better. A few more training sessions and you will be a pro."
"You have such an incredible cock -- that was awesome!"
"That was great," he reached down for his shorts and his tee, "but I gotta go. Susan comes back this Friday and Mother will be here till Thursday. We will have to be very careful. Don't worry I will find a way to feed you this cock."
He quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom and he left.
Minutes later, he arrived on the terrace where his mother was still knitting something in the terrace light. "How was the run?" She asked.
"Great!!" He replied softly. Then he sat there next to her mother talking to her softly. He looked so cute, all concerned now about her mother but a few minutes ago he was fucking my mouth like a beast.
That day onwards my hunger for him only increased. I wanted more.
---To be continued---