Author Notes: This story is a fictional depiction of past events I've experienced. Names changed where necessary and I've combined different events to create, hopefully, an entertaining story for you. I receive emails from a number of readers, and I thank you. Note, I try to respond as quickly as I can, but...life. Enjoy!
The Best Chicken in Town
I grew up in the suburbs. I guess you could say I was privileged, but I'd probably disagree. Dad was a successful doctor, but he was raised old school. He was also former military. If we wanted something when we were growing up, we had to work for it. Other doctor's kids were driving nice new cars, I bought a beat up 76 Monza for $150. We were not the same. I also got frequent reminders that I'd be paying for my own insurance and maintenance too! But yeah, well-off white kid from the suburbs is who I was.
I guess you could say I was a problem child. I always had issues with the country club scene and how boring most of the kids in my neighborhood were. I went to a mixed junior high and high school. By the time I was 13-14, most of my friends were black. We just got along better. I did more than well in school but got in trouble a lot for fighting and skipping class. By age 15, I always had a job. Part-time janitor, roofing, construction, whatever I could find that paid. During the winters I always shoveled snow too, for extra money. So, when dad kicked me out of the house at 18, I was able to get up and running without having to ask anyone for anything. I've always been proud of that.
My first apartment was in the downtown area. Office buildings, lots of retail shops, the YMCA, the usual stuff. My apartment was a 4-flight walk-up. On one side of the building was a church. On the other, a brothel. Needless to say, it was a colorful neighborhood. I'd moved in at the end of summer and as I was on the top floor, I usually had my windows open, otherwise it was hotter than blazes in there. On the street level below me was a little restaurant, and I could always smell something great wafting up in the daytime.
One day I figured I'd stop in for lunch. The roofing company I worked for was going through a bit of a feast or famine stretch, so it wasn't unusual to have some unexpected time off. I was good with my money and my rent was cheap, so it was never much of an issue. It was lunchtime and I was hungry, so I figured I'd try the place. It was as easy as walking downstairs and out the front door. The closer I got to the restaurant, the better it smelled.
The hand-painted sign had the name of the restaurant (which I honestly don't recall) but I remember in big red letters it read SOUL FOOD. As most of my friends were black, and I'd had dinner at their homes many times, I thought I was no stranger to soul food. There were a few things I knew I didn't care for, like chitlins, and mac & cheese. I walked on in and grabbed a seat at the counter and read the menu on the wall. ASK ABOUT OUR DAILY SPECIALS was in big letters, so I figured I'd ask when I got waited on. To be honest, that took a while. I tried to get the attention of the guy behind the counter a few times, but he seemed to be ignoring me. As I looked around, I noticed I was the only white face in the place. The place wasn't exactly crowded but it looked like an OK lunch crowd to me. Maybe they were just short staffed. I don't know.
"What's the cracker doing in here?" I heard one of the customers gruffly ask the guy behind the counter. I'm pretty sure he said it loud to make sure I heard it too. Hell, I just wanted lunch. No drama. Just something to eat. The guy behind the counter was older, maybe 50, with a couple days of salt & pepper stubble and thick Coke-bottle glasses. He came over to me, leaned in a bit and said, "Look, we don't want any trouble. What are you here for. man?" I told him I just wanted some lunch and to ask about the daily special.
A couple of guys sitting at the counter near me, heard this and chuckled. They were both about 30 or so. The one guy was hefty and wearing a blue-collar uniform, like maybe he was a mechanic or something. The other guy was about 5'9, slender build, nicely dressed in a red velour pullover that was popular at the time, a black Kangol, and some really tight designer jeans. To the guy behind the counter he said, "Go on! Give the boy the specials Curtis!" and chuckled a little. His voice was more feminine than I would have guessed but it was kinda low. Then he just started looking at me and smiling.
Curtis, the guy behind the counter, came over and told me what the special was (I think it was meatloaf) and asked if I wanted a menu. I asked if they had any barbecue. He snorted a laugh and said they had damned good barbecue. Then I asked if they had my favorite, fried chicken. It wasn't a lie. It's always been my favorite. Curtis stood right in front of me, half-slammed his hands on the counter and informed me, in no uncertain terms, "Son, we have the best damned chicken in town!"
I just chuckled at him and said that if it was half as good as my friend's mom's chicken, I'd become a regular customer. This brought some WOOOHs of surprise from my fellow customers at the counter. The slender fellow in the tight jeans hooted something like, "Ooooh Curtis, did you hear that? You got competition!" and laughed a good hard laugh. I smiled and turned back to Curtis and requested an order of 'the best damned chicken in town', some fries and a Coke. What at first seemed a slightly tense situation, really lightened up.
Curtis brought me my Coke and silverware, and as he did this, the slender fellow excused himself from his conversation with his friend, walked over and sat next to me. "Mind if I sit with you? I want to see your reaction to Curtis' chicken!" He laughed. This got me chuckling too.
"Is it really the best in town?", I asked, which brought another round of laughter. My new friend informed me that Curtis was pretty proud of his chicken, but my new friend claimed to make better. "Maybe I'll make it for you some night" he added. "Oh, where are my manners, I'm Toni, with an I", he introduced himself and put out his hand. I wasn't sure if he expected me to shake it or kiss it, he just put it out there kinda limply. But I shook it like a man and introduced myself with a hearty "Good to meet ya!" added for good measure.
"So, what's brings a fine white boy like you here, huh? Got a taste for some 'soul food' do ya?", Toni light-heartedly inquired. I told him that I lived upstairs on the top floor, and had the day off, so I figured I'm come on down and see what always smelled so good.
"Oh, that's just me", Toni quipped. "I look good, smell good, and taste even better!" I thought this was an unusual thing to say, but I clearly wasn't thinking. This has been a lifelong issue. Toni (with an I) was clearly flirting and testing the waters. With me, unless someone is really direct about being interested in me, I tend to miss it. Every gal I'd been with up to this point, damned near had to club me over the head. But Toni seemed like a nice guy. He was a good 10-12 years older than me, so why would he even be interested? At least that's what 18-year-old me wondered. I do have to agree, he did smell good. I could smell a little bit of cologne and what I found out later was cocoa butter.
Toni and I chatted a bit while I waited for my food. He asked if I had a girlfriend or someone special (I did not) and what sort of work I did. I told him mostly roofing and construction. "Well, that must explain these muscles", he coyly added as he squeezed my arm a little. Finally, Curtis came along with my food.
"There you go! Now you sink your teeth into that chicken and tell me what you think! Best damned chicken in town!" Curtis was, if nothing else, proud of his chicken. It really was pretty good, and I told him so...but I added that my friend's mom's might be a little bit better. And I said that with wink. Toni got a good laugh out of it and then he and Curtis got into a little mock argument over who had better chicken.
"You just bring your friend's mama down here and I'll teach her how to really fry some chicken!", Curtis practically demanded of me. I told him I'd try. Toni then inquired how much I really liked it, and if it was good enough to bring me back for more. I told him that if the rest of the food was this good, yeah, I'd probably become a regular.
"Well good! That means I'll know where to find you! Let me give you my number, and you can let me know when you're coming, and I'll meet you here.", Toni said as he grabbed a napkin and wrote his number. Under it he wrote TonI (making sure I never forgot that I). I thanked him for his number and the conversation and excused myself as I wanted to finish my lunch. Toni just smiled, patted my hand, and told me it was nice to meet me. He got up and went back over to sit with his friend. As I was eating, I could hear them talking a bit. I was a little surprised to hear Toni say something like, "...oh you KNOW I had to, he's just fine!" I could see him turn and look at me now and then out of the corner of my eye.
As I was starting on my last piece of chicken, Toni tapped me on the shoulder. "It was so nice to meet you, don't forget to call me!" I smiled and said I would, and I watched Toni and his friend walk out. I hated to admit it, but he did have a good build for those tight jeans. Wait...why was I looking at his ass?
I finished my lunch, paid my bill and thanked Curtis for such good food. I apologized for being a smart ass (my grandmother always taught me to be respectful). He just laughed, thanked me for my business and told me not to be a stranger. Besides, it looked like I was making new friends as well as getting fed.
Later that afternoon, my boss called and told me I'd have the rest of the week off, but we'd be starting a big job the next Monday. I was OK with this. The weather was still nice and warm, and I was starting to enjoy living on my own. The bad part was none of my friends lived downtown, so I spent my time either in my apartment or hitting one of the old man bars. But I did start going to the soul food restaurant for lunch. They closed at 3, which I thought was a bummer. A couple days later, I went for lunch. I sat at the counter, said Hi to Curtis and asked what the special was. Whatever it was, I didn't want it. "Got any of that barbecue you were raving about?" I asked.
"Sure do! You want chicken, sausage, or ribs?", he proudly asked. "Let's go with ribs" "Half rack or full?" "Full, you close early so I might starve otherwise!", I jokingly answered. Curtis got a chuckle out of it too. I settled on a side dish and ordered a Coke. I lit a cigarette and began the usual waiting game. Curtis was a good cook, but this sure wasn't fast food. As I sat there, I heard the door open and then I heard... "I thought you were gonna call me!" It was Toni. I said Hi and apologized for not calling.
"I didn't know if you'd be at work or something" was the best excuse I could muster. "But it's good to see ya! Wanna join me?" I was being as genuine as I could. I've never really liked eating alone in restaurants, and I won't lie. I'd been thinking about Toni. Was he really flirting with me or what? Toni seemed pleasantly surprised at my request to join me and sat down next to me. It was a warm day, and he was wearing a t-shirt and these tiny little white shorts. His legs looked smooth and kinda shiny, not hairy at all. I could smell the cocoa butter scent too. I asked if he had the day off, and he told me he was out of work. He did a few things here and there to make some under the table cash, but he was on unemployment for now. I felt a little bad about that and offered to buy him lunch.
"Oh, that's sweet of you! This can be our first date!" he chuckled, giving me a look that said he probably wasn't joking. I tried to joke back, "I didn't think you liked younger folks" I snickered, "and um...I'm not like that" I added.
"OK" Toni sorta huffed and rolled his eyes, "but you at least have to let me thank you for lunch. I'll think of something" he finished with that look again. Toni ordered some greens and cornbread, stating he didn't want to fill up and make me spend all my money. I told him to get whatever he wanted, and that I'd ordered a full rack of ribs. He was more than welcome to some.
"Well, maybe I'll just have some of your meat later..." He said this dryly and sort of trailed off. He excused himself to go use the restroom, which was located at the back of the restaurant. Damn, it happened again. I caught myself watching that ass...and those legs! I had to wonder if he shaved his legs, and if his ass was as smooth and shiny as his legs were. Dammit man, what was I thinking? I liked girls...but here I was checking this guy out, and he was joking that we were on a date. Were we?
"Here ya go", Curtis said as he served our plates, "Here comes your friend too" I looked to see Toni coming from the bathroom. Just as I saw him, he was adjusting the crotch of his shorts. I waved and pointed that our food was here, and yep, I watched him walk back to our spot at the counter. I was not only watching those legs, but that crotch. Seemed like a nice full bulge there. What was happening? I was getting a tingle in my own crotch looking at him.
"Sorry for taking so long, and thanks again for lunch!", Toni started, as we started to eat. We made chitchat over lunch. He told me that he worked in the mill for a few years but got laid off and was having trouble finding something full-time. We talked a little about my job, and just regular old chitchat when he reached over and wiped a little dab of barbecue sauce off my face with his finger, then slowly licked it off his finger.
"Oops! Sorry, I couldn't have my date sitting here looking messy" he giggled. I sorta have chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Why you I oughtta..." I muttered in my bad Jackie Gleason impression. "Yes, you should, but we can talk about that later" Toni quipped. We both got a laugh at that one. Toni finished before I did, and I offered up some of ribs. Toni begged off, and I asked Curtis if he could box them up and I'd have them later for dinner. Curtis was happy to.
"Maybe we can have dinner at my place" Toni suggested. I wasn't sure what to say...but I agreed. WTF was going on in my head? Something between his voice, those shorts, and the scent of that cocoa butter was putting thoughts in my head that were usually reserved for hot Italian gals.
"Simmer down, nothing's happened" I kept thinking to myself. Just 2 guys having lunch, and the one is really a character....a character in tiny little white shorts with a great ass, smooth shiny legs, and what appeared to be an impressive bulge.... but that's all.
I paid Curtis for our lunch and Toni and I stepped outside, of course me behind him...watching that ass. Sheesh.
"Mind if I run upstairs to put these in my fridge?", I asked Toni. "I don't want it going to waste."
"Sure, want me to come up with you?", Toni asked. I wasn't 100% sure how to respond. Lots of people have been in my apartment...but would Toni take it the wrong way? Besides, I was 18 and it was my first apartment. It was sparsely furnished, messy, and there were porno mags all over.
"Um yeah, sure, come on up" Oh well, I guessed it was now or never. "It's a 4-flight walk-up, and these stairs are a bitch" I informed Toni as I opened the front door and made my way for the stairs. I figured if I was in front of Toni, and not behind, I wouldn't be staring at that ass and those legs the whole way up. I thought I was brilliant.
As we were making our way to the third floor, Toni pinched my butt and giggled. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You have a cute ass for a white boy."
I can only imagine how red my face was. I was blushing. We got to my floor, walked down the hall and I opened the door to my apartment. I warned Toni it would be messy. Not sure why I did, but I did.
Once inside, I popped into the kitchen to put my leftovers away. When I walked back into the living room, Toni was standing there flipping through a porno mag that had been sitting on the couch.
"I'd gather from your little collection here, you're an ass man", Toni laughed. "Nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with that at all." Then came the look again. "Hmmmmmmm"
"Hmmm what?" I inquired, maybe sounding a little edgy.
"Oh nothing, just good to know" Toni responded with a little wink and a chuckle. "So, about dinner..."
"Aw man, thanks, but you don't have to if you don't want to" I interjected.
"You sure man? I at least owe you for lunch. Sorry if I've been teasing you. I was just having fun. Not mad at me, are you?" Toni asked.
We talked a while, and everything seemed pretty cool. I was half-tempted to tell him I couldn't help but notice his ass but thought better of it. Probably wouldn't have helped the situation. Toni even offered to help me tidy up my apartment. While it was a kind offer, I admitted that I should be more grown up about it. Toni said he was gonna get going and run some errands. He made sure to get my number before he left though...he kept saying he owed me for lunch. I told him he didn't have to worry about it. He was a little insistent and said he'd have me for dinner some night, or something. As he was leaving, he picked up my phone - just to make sure it worked. He laughed. As he left, I couldn't help but watch him walk away. I hadn't seen too many gals that looked that good in a little pair of shorts. Probably because he didn't hear the door close, he stopped halfway down the hall, looked back, and smiled and waved. I thought I saw that look again too.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV, and my mind kept drifting to Toni. Should I call him? Should I confess that yeah, maybe I was staring and maybe I was having thoughts I wasn't sure what to make of. He seemed pretty cool. I doubt he'd be weirded out or anything. Besides, he never came right out and said he was gay or bi or anything. Maybe he's just a character. I nibbled on the leftover ribs and dozed off on the couch.
I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. It was almost dark out. I answered the phone. It was Toni.
"I was getting ready to hang up. Did I catch you at a bad time?" Toni inquired.
"Naw man, I just dozed off on the couch. What's up?"
"I was just thinking, would you want to come over for a few drinks? Call it payback for lunch if you want. Besides, my place isn't as hot as yours and maybe you might want to cool off a bit. Maybe we can watch a movie or something."
I'll admit, hanging out someplace cool and having drinks and a movie wasn't the worst idea I'd heard. Plus, I could see Toni and hopefully he'd still be wearing those shorts. Maybe I'd grow a pair and tell him what I was thinking, so I agreed. I told him I'd have to grab a quick shower and change clothes first. Oh, and I'd need his address too. As it turned out, he lived just 2 blocks away, so we made plans to meet in an hour. After I got cleaned up, I went to get dressed. I dug out a pair of shorts and dammit, I was out of clean underwear. I'd have to go commando.
I got to Toni's, and it was a smaller place than mine, but much nicer. Fully furnished with real stuff not just thrown together like mine. He had a full living room set, little dining area, nice kitchen. And a decent sized TV and stereo. He asked if I liked Motown and put on some music. And yes, he was still wearing the t-shirt and little shorts. I couldn't help but notice.
"What can I get you to drink?" he asked, being the perfect host.
"Whatcha got?"
"I've got a pretty well stocked bar, a few beers, and some wine. Want me to make you a cocktail? I make some pretty good ones." Toni stated this with some pride, so I opted for a cocktail. He came back with a couple of tall, kinda fruity looking rum drinks - but they were good. So, we had another, and then I had another.
"Slow down there Buster, I don't want you getting too drunk" he said with a smirk. I'm pretty sure I saw that look again, but maybe that's just his look.
His apartment was definitely cooler than mine thanks to a rattly old window unit AC. It was pretty damned noisy. I mentioned it at one point, and he told me he might have to shut it off for a while. It was a temperamental old thing. Pretty soon, he had to. It was becoming deafening.
We just chatted and had a few more drinks at his dining table. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie. He told me he had a VCR and had a few movies he thought I might enjoy. He was really pretty to cool to hang out with. Turns out he'd been married at one point, but it didn't work out, for reasons he thought were obvious. I was pretty sure what he meant but not 100%. I inquired a little, but he said he didn't want to bore with me that stuff, so we went to the couch to watch the movie.
I sat there and watched him walk across the room to the TV and VCR. Damn, he had a nice ass. I was definitely feeling a buzz from the drinks. His apartment smelled like cocoa butter too. He got down on all fours to find the video tape and then put it in the player. I would be lying if I said the sight didn't make my dick twitch.
He came back to couch, sat down, grabbed the remote and started the tape.
"ASS BLASTERS 3! After seeing your magazines today, I picked this up just in case you might want to see it." He was practically trying to stifle a giggle. I chuckled along with him, albeit slightly nervously. I've never been in the habit of watching porn with someone else, let alone another guy. But first time for everything, and he was really being cool about everything. The porno was really hot, and it was turning me on something fierce, which I think might have been the plan. While my eyes were watching these women with beautiful asses, Toni kept pointing out the men's cocks. One scene had a black guy, and he was huge.
"Damn, look at the size of it!" Toni remarked, and let his jaw hang open. "Admit it, even you wouldn't say No to that man!" He chuckled. I pointed out that I'd probably be terrified and piss myself.
"Piss ain't always a bad thing" Toni said with wink. With that wink, I also noticed him looking down at my crotch. I was doing everything I could to hide my hard-on in my shorts. I felt Toni's hand on my thigh. "Let me get us a drink", he said as he stood up. He paused as he got up, stood in front of me, and stretched. He did this slowly, making sure I got a good look. When he came back with the drinks, he walked right in front of me again, and just as slowly. He paused for a moment and from the looks of it, he was getting hard and seemed to have adjusted himself in his shorts.
"Mind if I stretch out a bit?" Toni asked as his legs rested on my thighs. I didn't mind and never said a word either way. It was his place, and well, those legs. Damn. "If you're getting hot, you can take your shirt off. I won't mind." Toni offered up. I muttered something like 'sure' or 'ok' and took off my shirt. I took a sip of my drink and tried to keep my eye on the movie. This wasn't as helpful as I would have liked, especially as a chunky dark-haired girl in stockings was being spit-roasted on the screen. She had a white guy's cock in her mouth and a black guy's cock in her ass. And she looked like she was loving every second of it.
"You really seem to be enjoying this!" Toni softly noted as he lightly rubbed a calve against my crotch. "Have you ever fucked ass?"
"Um, no not really, well kind...once...but" I was just sputtering and muttering. Toni sat up, paused the tape, and turned to me.
"Hey, if this is uncomfortable for you, we can put on something else. Or not. Or just talk. It's ok." Toni could not have been sweeter.
"Nah, I'm ok. This is just really hot and I'm getting really horny." I'm sure I sounded like the biggest dork in the universe. The TV flickered a paused image; a white guy's dick going into a black girl's ass.
"Tell you what, I'll go sit on the floor. Maybe having my legs on your lap is a bit much?" "No no, it's ok. Really. I kinda like it. It's nice. They're really smooth too..." I was babbling like a brook.
Toni stood me up. "Hey, we're both turned on right now. It makes sense, we're watching porn!" Again, with the Toni chuckle. "See! I've got a hard-on, same as you" he said while rubbing the impressive bulge in his shorts.
"I've got an idea. It seems like I'm stressing you out a little, but you're trying really hard to not be stressed. Sound about right?" Toni asked. I agreed that this definitely sounded about right. "How about you grab one of the kitchen chairs, have a seat and I'll rub your shoulders for you. Think that might help?"
All I could do was nod and mutter things like 'sounds like a plan'. Toni ducked into the bathroom while I grabbed the chair and sat down. He came back with a bottle of lotion and squirted some on my shoulders. That scent! Cocoa butter! It felt nice and cool as he put it on me. He started to rub it around all over my shoulders, the back of my neck and he started massaging me. It felt really good.
"I really like your muscles. Does this feel good?" Toni kept talking while massaging me, but I wasn't catching all of it. I was pretty sure I was leaking precum by this point. Toni's hands worked their way to my chest, massaging my pecs. He was moaning a little bit. He started rolling my erect nipples between his fingers. Now I was moaning too. Then he started kissing my neck, ever so softly.
"Is this OK? Do you mind me kissing you?" Toni whispered in my ear. I just moaned a little yes and Toni was kissing and licking my ear.
"I caught you staring at me a few times today" he whispered to me. "I wasn't sure at first, but you were pretty obvious about it." More kisses on my neck as he was pinching my nipples. He started to stand me up. Once I was upright and out of the chair, he still had his arms around me and was still kissing my neck. His hands were rubbing all over my chest and stomach. I was drowning in the scent of cocoa butter. He was squeezing me tighter. I could feel his shorts-covered cock against me. His left hand was rubbing my chest while his right hand moved down my stomach, undid my shorts, and reached in for my cock.
"mmmmmmmmmnice" he quietly moaned in my ear. "I want you so bad...please" I muttered a quiet little 'yes' and Toni was all over me. Hands, lips, tongue. Arms around me, he got my shorts off me. Commando! I forgot about that!
"Oh damn, you came prepared, didn't you?" he smirked. He turned me around to look at him. "You had me worried that I was freaking you out, and you came over here with no undies, ready for anything!" He found this mildly hilarious.
"Well let me get a good look at you, just like you been looking at me" he said, with that Toni look in his eye. "Oh my, you are fine. And tonight, you're mine. Now turn around and let me see the rest of you."
I don't think I've ever been this turned on. I slowly turned around until Toni told me to stop.
"That's a nice tight little white ass", Toni said as he cupped and squeezed my ass cheeks. "Come with me"
Toni took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He stopped, turned around and pulled me towards him. He began kissing me like I'd never been kissed. He was a mass of lips and tongue. He was biting my lips.
"You know you want this ass, so go for it!" he encouraged. My hands went right for his ass cheeks. I wanted to feel every bit of them, I wanted to squeeze them. Hell, I wanted to kiss and lick them. I crouched down to take off his shorts. As I brought them down, his cock bounced up into my face. "Do you want that too? I'll give it to you baby. Oh hell yes! I'll turn you all the way out!"
He coaxed me to the bed. His body was beautiful. Lean, almost boyish. The look in his eyes said this was just the beginning, and oh what a beginning it would be! He pulled me onto the bed with him. He was definitely surer of himself than I was. He pulled my face to his and began kissing me again, with the same intense passion as before. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed his way to my chest. He was groping my thighs and cock as he was licking and nibbling my nipples. He kissed his way down my stomach, running his tongue along the trail of hair from my belly to my pubes. Then he began licking my cock. He fondled and licked my balls, and then back to my cock. Licking it, sucking it. He repositioned himself on his side and moved his cock towards me. I took his cock in hand as I began to kiss his thighs. I even licked his dick. It was saltier than I expected and was so wonderfully musky. I rolled him on to his stomach so I could spy my prize.
His ass looked even better naked and up close. One dilemma; do I take my time or just dive in? I opted for the slow approach. I spread his legs a little and caressed the length of this back of his legs. "Wait, I have an idea", I quipped, and I quickly went to retrieve the bottle of cocoa butter lotion. I returned to the bed and squeezed some lotion into my hands, rubbed them together a little and began to massage his beautiful legs. I could see he'd pushed his hard cock back, so it was pointing at me while I did this, so I reached in and stroked it a bit with my well-lotioned hands. Toni was loving every minute of this. His perfect ass was wiggling, and he was even grinding the bed. I put some more lotion on my hands and proceeded to massage his ass cheeks, making them glisten with cocoa butter.
I began to work my thumbs slowly up and down his ass crack, kneading and massaging and slowly spreading his cheeks, enjoying the view as much as he was enjoying the massage. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I started to slowly rub his asshole with my thumb, just little circles at first, applying just a little pressure. Toni was really enjoying this, and he would moan little 'yesses' when I'd hit a spot he really enjoyed. Then I did something, a first for me. I got down and licked from the tip of his cock, up the length of it, and then right up the crack of his ass. Toni REALLY liked this.
"Oh yes baby, eat that ass!", he practically demanded. I'd never eaten ass before so I approached it like I would eating pussy. I had a dark fleshy mound in each hand, and kissed his ass all over, making sure to lick as much as kiss. I spread his ass cheeks and began a series of long, slow licks up and down his asshole. I started applying a little more pressure pushing my tongue against it. In the moment, this didn't seem weird at all. Here I was, an 18-year-old suburban kid eating an older black man's ass. And I was enjoying it as much as he was. I started jabbing the tip of my tongue into him, faster and deeper with each approach. I had my face buried deep in his ass, and I could only imagine how this looked.
After a few minutes of this, I could feel his ass loosening and practically beckoning me. I sat up and dumped more lotion on my cock, stroking it to make sure it was cover. Then I returned to Toni's beautiful booty and began to slowly rub my cock up and down the length of his ass crack. I leaned forward and began kissing his neck while I grinded against him. "I want to fuck you", I whispered in his ear.
"Oh god, yes" was all he muttered. I told him to spread his ass for me, which he more than happily obliged. Here I was, all of 18 and about to fuck an older black man's ass. I'd been with plenty of girls and even fooled around with a guy once, but nothing compared to this. I began to push my cockhead against his asshole. It reluctantly began to give way and soon I had the head in. I took my time and used Toni's little grunts and moans as guidance. I slowly pushed myself in deeper, than back a little, then deeper and back. His tight ass felt so good enveloping my cock.
"Damn you feel nice", I uttered to a responding moan from Toni, half muffled into the bed. My thrusts went deeper, and I picked up speed. I had to be careful; I didn't want to cum too fast. This just felt too damned good, and I wanted it to last. Toni was grinding his ass up to meet my thrusts and muttering things like 'oh yes baby' and 'fuck me hard'. I lay on top of Toni, my cock well in his ass, and I kissed his head. He turned his head to kiss me back and it was all I could do to not cum at that very moment.
My thrusts were like a locomotive now. "I'm gonna cum!" I practically shouted, and with a prolonged thrust, I shot several loads deep in Toni's ass. For a moment, time stopped. I felt Toni's ass thrust backwards to meet mine as I emptied my load into him. Then I sorta collapsed on top of him, both of us dripping in sweat and breathing heavy. I felt my cock slip out of his ass, followed by my cum oozing out.
"Damn baby boy, that was good", Toni complimented me. "I haven't been fucked like that in a good while! I hope there's more!"
Toni sorta chuckled saying this. Then excused himself to grab us some towels to clean up. While I cleaned up, he brought in our drinks from the living room. My cock was tingling again, just from watching him walk. His 7" cock was still semi-erect and it looked so sexy bouncing with each step. Oh yes, there was going to be more. A lot more! Realizing my life had just changed, I also realized I had a lot to learn...and I seemed to have found the right person to teach me.
A few nights later, Toni made me fried chicken. It wasn't quite as good as Curtis's, and it was nowhere near as good as my friend's mom's chicken, but I made his day by declaring it the best damned chicken in town.