[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I felt his fingers digging into my ass cheeks a bit painfully as he started pulling my crotch into his face harder and faster; my hips caught up with what he was doing and I glanced at him, taking in the stark contrast of our skins as he buried my dick deep within his mouth - and I came, shuddering, shaking, cursing... and trying to figure out why he was so afraid. We laid there gasping for air and I could feel the heat radiating off of him, his whole body flushed a deep red, like he was on fire. When we had recovered enough to talk, I asked him, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” “I don’t know why I was so afraid,” he said softly. “I still feel a little afraid but I think I’m okay. Yeah, I’m fine - can we do this again?” Neither of us got much sleep that night. He’d gotten over his fear and had asked me to fuck him before returning to his room to grab whatever sleep he could. Between being sucked of twice and then fucking him, when the sun finally rose and I got ready to head to my class, I was pretty much dead on my feet but it was worth it, I felt. But it still bothered me; why were so many white men leery of having sex with Black men? Did any of this really make sense? I didn’t know the answer then and I still don’t know today...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I could feel his resistance; he was muttering no, that he couldn’t, that I was Black and forbidden... then he moaned as his mouth closed around me, the sound of it sending chills through me, sounding as if he’d just sold his soul to the devil. His tongue flicked across my knob and it was like a switch was also flicked - I found myself holding onto the arms of the chair as he assaulted my dick, his need overcoming his fears. That this wasn’t his first rodeo was apparent as he lavished attention to my dick and balls, slurping loudly, moaning and his face as mask of concentration as he took me deep several times and awakening my own need to suck cock. I stopped him long enough so we could climb into bed - he didn’t seem to be happy about having to stop but he offered no protest as I got into position to suck him and once again using a hand to push his head down. Ah, he tasted and felt good in my mouth as I went to work on him. For a few moments, his body felt tense, as if his fears had returned but he eventually relaxed. I fucked into his mouth and I could feel his body shuddering, his cock twitching in my mouth and in that way that told me he was gonna cum. Most unlike me, I fucked into his mouth harder, driving myself deeper into his mouth and throat. He shuddered, tensed, moaned against my dick - and shot his load into my mouth and there was so much of it, like he’d been saving it up for a long time. I swallowed as fast as I could, catching a hint of the gin he’d been drinking as his spunk coated my tongue. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]“You scare me... but I need to suck cock - do you understand?” ”I really don’t,” I said; he needs to go back to where he was sitting. “If I scare you, go ask someone who isn’t Black - problem solved.” ”No!” he said, raising his voice and I almost punched him. “It has to be you! I have to get over my fear!” Oh, okay - now I get it. I’ve heard this before even though it had been a while since I last heard this nonsense. ”You have to help me,” he said and a quick look at him showed how... desperate he was, his eyes red and wild looking. “I’ll do anything you want - just help me. I need to suck cock and it has to be Black cock!” And maybe it was the Scotch I’d been drinking that made me say, “Okay... let’s go - your room or mine?” His reasoning disturbed me but getting my dick sucked sounded good despite this racial nonsense. And my hard cock agreed. We get to my room and he’s so nervous that if I said, “Boo!” he might faint or something. I started undressing, watching him as I did - he looked like a deer in the headlights as he, too, began to strip and exposed a really nice boner that was sticking out through the slit in his boxers. ”Come here,” I said to him as I sat down I’m a chair. “Come suck my dick and ease your fears.” He didn’t want to move from where he was standing but his mind was fighting his body and his body was winning. He sank to his knees before me and whimpered as he reached for my dick. ”Suck it,” I said. “You won’t get over your fear of my people until you do. Don’t think about it - suck my dick. Now.” ”I can’t,” he said - but he was still holding and stroking my cock and I don’t know what came over me but I leaned forward, grabbed his head, and pushed his mouth onto my cock. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Another year, sitting in the bar of the same hotel I sat in last year and decompressing from another long day of a mandatory certification class. Normally, I would have had dinner first, then wandered into the bar but the day’s session was strangely brutal going over changes in the regulations. A man comes into the bar and takes a seat, perhaps to drown the sorrows of his own day; I notice him but, eh, probably just another business traveler doing what business travelers tend to do. I was so intent in calming my mind that I didn’t notice that he’d moved from where he sat at the bar to sit next to me, only becoming aware of him when he said, “I would love to suck your cock, but...” His voice startled me, his breath reeking of gin but I recovered enough to say, “Excuse me?” “I want to suck your cock,” he repeats, his face so close to mine that I could see how red his eyes were. “But there’s a problem.” ”What might that be?” I asked, wishing he’d stop breathing on me. ”You’re Black,” he said. ”Wow, damn, I didn’t know that,” I said sarcastically. “Thanks for letting me know.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
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My latest preference in porn, which could change at any moment, is cross-dressers and shemales in general. It is hard to imagine how some look so absolutely feminine, then produce this enormous cock. I had the pleasure of fucking a few shemales when I was younger. The thought of a cross-dresser excites me enormously. No disrespect intended. Each to their own tastes and pastimes. :)
So how long does the taste of cum last on your lips and in your mouth after eating it. I know this morning after eating some of my own cum this morning and it lasted quit awhile long enough that could still taste it when kiss my wife good morning. But sad to say she didnt or was it she forgot how it taste lol.:tongue:
One of my many ways to get my buddy off besides polishing his cock is belly down on the bed legs closed tight lubed up of course and him sliding his dick between my ass cheeks just short of penetration and the head of his cock smashing my balls until he explodes all over my balls. He actually loves it as I do. Another favorite of mine is I love being dominated and his aggressive nature is sometimes rough and hard. I enjoy his aggressive nature as he forces my head onto his dick and turns my mouth into a pussy, pumping hard and long holding the back of my head as he thrusts his cock deep. He often cums so hard cum comes running out of my nose. Lots of ways to get off but those 2are my favorite by far. I bring this this up only to find out who else loves to be dominated and treated like a cum whore.
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