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The C-List
A Canadian associate of mine was coming to my town, and he sent me an e-mail asking for some advise on hooking up when he was here. We had come out to each other in an uncomplicated way. We were at a business meeting, and a young African American associate gave an outstanding presentation in the afternoon about a potential business opportunity. I happened to be sitting behind him, off to the left, and I was amused to see him literally fixate on the young man.
Later, at the mandatory social, we were sipping a white wine, both of us wondering when we could leave gracefully, and I asked him about it. I said the young exec was quite a hunk, and he looked at me quizzically, and then seemed to shrug.
He told me he has a thing about African-American men, a humiliation forbidden-love kind of thing. I think it is more exotic if you are from the Great White North. Down here you see a fair number of inter-racial couples, but they take some work. There is still some residual racism that can be sort of startling, outside the downtown areas, and downtown there are other African Americans that are not comfortable with gays, much less brothers who are sleeping with the enemy.
I recommended a couple places downtown. There was one called the Inferno, which featured a big gas fireplace in the corner, and a big horseshoe bar in he middle with tables around the wall.
It had nice windows, too, so you could look out on the street. No one seemed to be ashamed of why they were there, and I liked the place. I used to go in the afternoon, when I could place hooky from the office, and it was soothing, with the low sunlight and a rosy kind of glow on the dark wood and brass. Not much of a crowd, just some guys at the bar. Relaxing. Not a lot of hustle.
I only got one decent hook-up in the afternoon that summer, with a landscaper. He had been a soldier, and his had a muscular torso under his khaki work shirt and a blunt way about him.
He wasn't quite my type, but that is the nature of hook-ups, isn't it? He had a big truck that should have had a trailer that hulked at the curb. It was a crew cab, so there was plenty of room in the back, and semi-smoked windows so you could not really see in or out. I liked his brusque assumption of control, the way he matter-of-factly whipped out his cock and had me go down on him, grunting when he came. He asked me to jerk off for him, and I complied, squirming around on my knees on the seat, so that I could keep his softening cock in my mouth.
When he was done with me, it was polite but firm, no prospect of a future. Unless, of course, we happened to be in the same place at the same time and he wanted to get off. I wound up with some embarrassing stains on my suit pants, but it was fun.
It was a different at night. The only light came from the fireplace and some fixtures behind the bar. It gave everyone a rosy sort of look, shadows flickering. There were short Latin men, guest workers, I assume, from their Indian features, and businessmen, and some black guys who were just hanging out. I could feel their dark eyes boring into me from the dark.
That is where I met Ricardo, an extraordinary young man with a lot of potential. He was graduating from the University downstate with a pre-med degree. I'll tell you about that someday, if I can bring myself to it, and you want to hear. It was not pretty, though it certainly had some memorable moments.
On further consideration, I am not sure you ever meet the right person half drunk, or sometimes really drunk, which is why I dropped out of the scene for a while after my tumultouous affair with Ricardo. One drama queen in the family is quite enough, you know?
So I had that in mind when I made my recommendation to my associate. Try the Inferno, I said. It is such a trip to see the antics in the flickering light. But I recommended he have a back-up plan, since he was only going to be in town for a few days.
He had been complaining about the dearth of black men in his neck of the woods. I suggested that he also put a posting on Craig's List, and open up a dialogue with a likely partner. Maybe have a few dates lined up before he even got to town.
I got turned on to Craig's List through an article in Herald. It talked about a grass-roots website that exchanged information on all sorts of things, jobs, gigs, apartments, furniture and cars. There was no overhead, no fee for advertising. They also were no prudes. There was an adult personals section, with categories for most of the usual combinations of desire.
I cruise the Men-Seeking-Men section almost daily, looking at what people want.
It is pretty clear that there are more of us cock-suckers and bottoms out there than there are men advertising to have their cocks sucked. A lot more. Maybe three-to-one. It doesn't seem fair, somehow.
There was one this morning from a really frustrated Twink, who poured his heart out about not having a legal ID to go to the bar, and how he wanted a cock in his face, and someone's balls in his mouth. I had to chuckle at that. I imagine he has more dick in him now that he could possibly imagine. I would have responded, but the posting was from yesterday, I suspect that he must have received a few hundred responses, and that he awoke this morning with an aching asshole and an entirely new outlook on life.
Craigs list is mostly for the young, and computer literate, of course. So the segment of the market that is geographically feasible, top, black and ready for action with a man of a certain age is fairly limited.
The ads are fun to read though. I happened to be looking in the afternoon one week day a month or two ago. It had been a few days since I had a decent orgasm, and I felt that familiar fullness in my groin. I felt like grinding my pelvis against the desk. Why does the fever come on the way it does? Why did I wind up as the one with the void that needs filling, instead of taking my joy by bonking someone else?
Craig's List is a little scary, since you do not know who you are dealing with, even exchanging pictures and stats. Everything can be bogus, and just because someone says they are DDF- drug and disease free- that doesn't mean they are. But I figure if you are careful and don't put yourself in a position you can't get out of it can work. I mean, if the whole point is to have a fat cock spurting in your mouth, or be pinioned on some massive fuck-stick, how safe can you be anyway?
So that particular day I got carried away with the idea of having a nice load of man-juice for lunch. I posted an ad for a Hot Lunch from a black man, a sort of reverse meals on wheels, no kidding, the time from the e-mail to a fat black cock being in my mouth was a half hour. Technology is a wonderful thing!
It all happened so fast! He sent me a phone number in his response, I called it, he gave me directions, and I drove over to his place, which was only about ten minutes away. I was in that place, half erect and the other half wondering if I had made a huge mistake as I knocked on the door.
My heart was in my mouth as the door opened. He turned out to be pretty dreamy, looking distinguished. He was a tall man with light brown skin, a medium afro with a little dusting of gray on the sides, and the beginning of a belly that did not in one bit detract from the elegance of his frame.
He was better than I had been expecting, and while not as hugely endowed as some black guys I have dated, perfectly serviceable. I stepped in the door, and stood in front of him for a moment. He told me I was a good looking man, and I just about swooned. I leaned forward, and found he was a good kisser, and we explored each other with our tongues as our hands dropped to grasp the hard cocks that were poking at both of us.
He was wearing sweats, so it was just a tug to get him out in the air. I had slacks on, but they dropped to the floor quickly along with my boxers. I held us, hard on to hard on, with my left hand. He was a little longer, and a little thicker, but they looked so nice alongside one another, like the keys on a piano. The feel was really cool, too, like we were one gigantic cock. I think that handshake is so sexy!
From that embrace to being upstairs in the townhouse was just a few minutes. He had a nice chest with tightly curled hair and small hard nipples, which he wanted me to tease with my mouth, and of course I happily complied. We kissed and 69'd for a while, but my pleasure is really focused on making him happy. I was starting to feel myself go into overdrive when he said he was ready, and he rolled around and leaned back on his pillows so he could look down on me.
He told me to get down there and suck him, just like the fucking white fag cocksucker I was. I felt myself blush, since up to then we had been giving each other about an equal amount of attention. I scooted up on my knees and knelt before him, first taking each of his balls in my mouth, the shaft of his hard black cock rubbing my nose.
God, the memory of the smell makes me hard right here, weeks later!
Anyhow, he went back to calling me names, and saying things that would humiliate me, which of course just turned me on more, and by that time I was bobbing up and down on his sevens-inches of manhood, and then he groaned and he told me he was going to cum, and I kept bobbing as he shot a very respectable load in my mouth in three nice hot spurts.
He was tasty- acrid, of course, with a little of the taste of chlorine, but pleasantly so. I love the taste of cum, and the delicious feeling of submission, particularly to a black man. I love the way the cum anesthetizes the throat. I gobbled away at him, and he flinched a little, being sensitive after his orgasm, and he told me I was a great auntie fag cock-sucker.
I saved a little semen in my mouth for a big wet cummy kiss afterwards, and he held me with one arm as he jacked me gently. It did not take long for me to shoot all over his hand and leg,
We took a shower after, and I was on my way. He seemed like a nice fellow, and he was is the first Craig's List lover I had. It wasn't love, but it was safe and sane. I seriously doubt if it will be the last.
And it was much easier than at the bar.