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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]They'd want to play "Show Me Yours;" they'd want to touch my dick (and ask if I wanted to touch theirs); sometimes we'd forego the... preliminaries and go right to, "Can I suck it?" and with quite a few, eh, just sucking was only the beginning and the warm up to fucking each other. At this point, I could get into all that stuff about the guys who didn't want to fuck and just wanted to be fucked or the guys who wanted to fuck but didn't want to be fucked - that was just personal preference stuff but regardless of those things, yeah - white guys, it seemed, liked doing it with boys and they didn't care what color the guy was, either.

Like I said, I heard, "Do you wanna do it?" from more white guys than any other. Sometimes - and being paranoid - I'd ask if they were afraid that we'd get caught... and sometimes they said no and sometimes they'd say they weren't worried about it... but let's hurry up and do it just in case. If they weren't into fucking, holy crap - they were fierce cock suckers! Nine times out of ten, they swallowed (not that it was a requirement then or now) and the one guy who wouldn't would apologize profusely for not being used to the taste... then go right back to sucking my dick.

Fucking? Rarely any complaints about "it hurts" or "take it out" and when they fucked me, it wasn't like they were doing it like they were trying to prove something. And even if some of them mentioned that it hurt, they didn't want to stop. Along the way, I'd hear my peers complaining about white guys like they were the worst humans ever and how they were getting tired of white guys bugging them to have sex... and many of them saying that if the guy wasn't white, he'd do it to him.

Just a very sad state of affairs and sign of the times. One of my peers somehow found out about me doing it to a white guy and gave me some grief about it and asked me why we were sucking each other off - and that's when I came up with my private joke of, "They taste really good!" The guy was pissed about both things and wanted to fight... and got his ass kicked for his troubles; why you'd want to start a fight with someone who knew both judo and karate was beyond me - but I kinda digress.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Was it a coincidence that I had a lot of white friends? No, not really because, again, my parents drove into my head to not judge anyone by the color of their skin that and I was starting to see that Black kids were being more... standoffish than white kids and, I think, because of the times that continued to insist that white people couldn't be trusted and all that garbage and that distrust extended to pretty much everyone with a lot of my friends and those who would become ex-friends.

Again, it wasn't that my peers didn't want to do it because they did but as we grew up more, they were starting to move away from the sex we could have... but not the white kids; to me, for every Black friend I had that gave it up, two white kids were right there to take their place. At this point, I'd have to say that not all of my white friends were eager to explore... but, yeah, a lot of them were more than eager. Some cultural differences... or just my kind of luck?

I still don't really know the answer to this but given what I was experiencing, I could pretty much count on a lot of white guys who'd want to do it and if they didn't, they weren't afraid to talk about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My parents raised me to see people for who they are and not by the color of their skin and then to understand that what one person might do to piss you off does not - and cannot - condemn similar people on a wholesale kind of basis.

As I walked the bisexual path, one thing became very apparent to me: There were more white guys than any other who were very interested in having sex with other boys and, back then, I couldn't figure out why this was but would go on to learn that cultural differences - as well as how parents raise their children - can play into such things... but until I came to understand these things, it was almost a sure bet that if I knew a white guy, he'd be interested in having sex of some kind.

People have asked me why I "prefer" white guys (and I really don't have any such preferences) and my answer, in the form of a private joke of my own is, "They taste better!" but the real answer is that I found that white guys were more... open-minded about it? Eager? Maybe didn't get beat over the head with all the bullshit it seemed like everyone else did about how evil it was and going to hell if you did it?

There wasn't anything that I could point to and say, "Yeah... that's why!" because, again, I hadn't learned some stuff. All I knew and what was evident to me that, again, if I met a white guy, at some point he was going to ask whether or not I'd ever done it with a boy... and then ask if I wanted to do it with him. I grew up around a lot of Black kids and it wasn't like none of them would ever ask The Question - it seemed the curiosity for this affected "everyone." But while a lot of Black guys would be interested, they'd also be very afraid to do anything and one couldn't blame them since the punishments, back in those days, could be quite brutal.

You don't know what pain is until you get your ass whipped with an extension cord and there are deliberately exposed wires. You probably don't know what it's like to have one parent whip your ass... then the other one beats your ass, too. So my friends and I were taking a lot of risks to do the things we were doing but it seemed to me that white kids - in particular - either didn't have these risks... or they really just didn't give a fuck about them.[/SIZE][/FONT]

Work had me staying over in the city for a conference, so I browsed the forums and message boards, not really expecting anything. Couple bad timings, requests for photos, messages that get ghosted after some time. One message thread had that laid back no rush vibe, really good conversation, decent photos, said he would check-in in the morning. I went to bed with some curious dreams.

The next morning I checked my emails nothing, I was a little let down, a little relieved, a sigh and I jumped in the shower. My phone dinged new mail, he was on the subway and in the neighborhood, I checked the clock fretted about time, and shot him a reply 10min.

I got out of the shower, dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and put some down on the bed, and waited. My heart rate quickened, I kept checking the peephole, calm down I told myself. There was a knock, I opened the door and let him in. He looked like his photos. He stepped in, said "lets get to it and get you on your way". He started stripping, I took off my towel and climbed on the bed.

My heart was still racing, and I knew I don't respond well to that. I laid back and took deep breaths, he leaned over the bed and took me in his mouth. He was skilled, and it felt good but my nerves got the better of me and I couldn't get hard. I wanted to get hard so bad, and cum. After about ten minutes of trying he called it, I apologized and he says it happens, no biggie. "Here" he says "I want to show you a hard one" He stood up and removed his shorts. Sucking me had made him hard, his dick stood out and curved upwards.

I asked if I could give sucking a try, he said sure, and climbed onto the bed. I tried to move over and roll, but I fell off the bed, I laughed and said I had never done this before. I remounted the bed and climbed between his legs, he relaxed and closed his eyes. I reached out with my right hand and grasped it, felt its warmth, and stroked it up and down a couple of pumps. It was soft, flexible skin over a hard core, it felt like mine but was also different from it. This was it, no chickening out now, I thought of all the stereotypical ways to start sucking a dick, images of porn popped in to my head. I stuck my tongue out about mid way along the shaft and ran it up to the head, along the hole, and then placed my lips around the head. Remember don't use the teeth. I moved it back and forth and slid my tongue around the inside, I tried seeing how far back I could get it, I jerked the shaft at points, I tried everything I could think of at least once. I wondered how much time had passed, I tried to eye the clock, I realized it was a patient waiting game I just had to keep doing this while his pleasure built. I hope it is pleasurable, he has been quite silent, I don't see what the big deal women make of this besides the repetition, I can see if there was music or TV on.

I had been trying to put myself on autopilot, a zen like state where the time can pass and I can just bob up and down, and lick and suck find a rhythm. A couple of times I wondered what it would feel like to take this cock up my ass, and cursed that he wasn't available at night where I would have all the time to ask, and try. He made a noise, I must be getting better at it or its having a cumulative effect. What did I do? I should do it again, or more often if it elicited that kind of response from him. But I didn't need to his grunt was his sign that he was cumming, his dick pulsed in my mouth and his cum streamed out into my mouth. I thought to my self, keep your mouth on it, otherwise it will go all over the place, don't spill a drop. I worried that there would be too much, but he finished, and I squeezed and jerked upwards to get the last bits out and slid my lips up and sucked any leftovers out. I pantomimed that I was going to the bathroom, slid off the bed and jogged to the sink where I spit, and washed my mouth out. I was somewhat sad at that, I wish I had some close to, that I could feel comfortable swallowing.

I got out and he was already dressing up we said goodbye and I let him out. I showered again, got dressed and went to work. All day my lips tingled and I kept thinking to my self, I sucked my first cock, I don't see what all the fuss is about and wouldn't mind doing it again. We chatted a couple times after, and did the doctor visit and got cleared. So now every now and then I day dream about that day in October.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I would love to tell you that it got easier for Kevin to fuck me and that I had managed to figure out how to eat all of his dick and if I did, I'd be lying my ass off. It didn't get worse - it just didn't get easier even thought I knew what to expect. No matter what position he fucked me in, it always felt like the proverbial phone pole going in my ass and, well, I just learned to get used to having my asshole gaped open wide enough to always feel that cool breeze in a place you shouldn't feel any breezes.

Kissing him was still wonderfully weird and one of our favorite things to do was for him to be in the missionary position so we could kiss the whole time I fucked him. One Saturday, he had me laughing so hard that my sides hurt when he told me that the first time I fucked him? He thought and felt like my cock was going to rip him apart! We also talked about him feeling ashamed about his own dick and how other guys would rib him unmercifully about his lack of length and his freakish girth.

"You're the first guy who didn't care about that," he said to me. "You don't complain or anything when I fuck you!"

"Doesn't make sense to complain about something neither of us can do anything about," I said. "Besides, I gave my word that you could fuck me and, yeah, it hurts when you do - but not as bad as it would hurt for me to go back on my word, you know?"

Even then, I knew that honor was everything and that if you didn't have honor, you didn't have a damned thing that was worth anything. Beside, after seeing his dick for the first time? I couldn't resist the challenge I knew it was going to present every time I felt it going in me or had it in my mouth. I committed myself to dealing with his dick and enjoying it, too, because it was a matter of honor and not being a chicken about it.

That and he was a good kisser...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I wasn't even sure I could move but I managed to and as I kinda sat more upright, more of his spunk flowed out of me - how much did he put in there? I didn't have time to consider it because he had handed me the Vaseline and even saved me the task of slathering his hole by scooping a glob and applying it himself but, um, of course, I had to get my finger in there as well.

"Hurry... get it in me, shit, I want it so bad," he said, tugging at me to pull me to him and between his widely spread legs. I fell into his embrace and felt my dick go right where it needed to go so I pushed... and slid right into him so fast that I heard him sound like he was gonna throw up and felt his body respond like it was going to do just that.

"Just get it all the way in," he kinda hissed to me, wrapping his legs around me and using his hands to pull me the rest of the way inside him and I just went with it. We both moaned and sighed at almost the same time as I got all of the dick I could into him and started to fuck him.

"Faster... harder," he said, fucking back against me as hard and fast as he could. I did my best to comply but it wasn't easy - he had his legs around my waist and hips and was squeezing me pretty hard so I did the only thing I could do. I raised up, hooked my arms behind his knees when he relaxed his leg-lock on me, and put him into The Buck (as we called it). It not only allow me to move better but now we could both watch my dick moving in and out of his ass and as hard and fast as I could manage.

Sweat was pouring off of me, stinging my eyes and I wanted to wipe them so bad it wasn't funny... but I also wanted to fuck him, to shoot my jizz into his ass just like he did to me and somewhere along the line, I did just that.

"God, I can feel it!" Kevin said right before he pulled my head down so he could kiss me while my balls emptied themselves into him. Ever time my dick pulsed, it made my asshole hurt, a reminder that not too long ago, I had his fat-assed dick in my butt. I was done shooting... but wasn't done with him. I didn't even think about it when I pulled out of him and immediately took his dick into my mouth - well, I did think that Vaseline never tasted good but I didn't care about that as I sucked him into full, fat hardness and kept going until he shot another load into my mouth.

We both lay on the bed gasping like fish out of water (and my asshole was still hurting). I did realized that, um, damn, I sucked his dick again... after it had been in my ass but I couldn't remember any... funny taste other than that of the thin coating of Vaseline on his cock. Oh, well - too late to worry or do anything about it now.

"It was worth the wait, wasn't it?" Kevin asked once he got his breathing under control. "It was so good; it was everything I had hope it would be!"

"It was," I said; my mouth was dry and tasted like Vaseline. "I need some water..."

Kevin literally fell off the bed, laughed, and went to get some water and as he stumbled away, I could see some of my spunk between his butt cheeks, sending a thrill right down to my dick. My asshole? Wasn't so happy as I thought about the fact that we were going to take a break to recharge ourselves... then it all was going to happen again and as many times as we could manage before we were both too tired and spent to do much of anything.

When his parents got home, they found us sitting and watching TV or, to be honest, we were both trying to sit down and without looking like our butts were hurting and as sore as we both knew them to be - and especially me more than him. After assuring them that everything was okay - and Kevin's father slipping me two twenty dollar bills - I was taken home but not after promising to visit Kevin more often. It was amazing sex but also a lesson of being committed to doing something and the honor in keeping your word... and no matter what.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But I had already committed to this, had already given my word on it so there was no backing out... and I very badly needed him to fuck me. I felt the bed move, then felt him on top of me; felt his knob poking here and there as he sought to find my hole... then he found it and pushed... and I bit my lip to keep from crying out because it felt like he was trying to shove his leg into my ass. Oh, my god... it hurt so bad and I could feel my muscles trying to keep him out even as I tried to relax to allow him to get in.

"Do you want me to stop?" I heard him ask, his voice in my ear.

"No - keep going," I said and even started to push back against him. It felt like his dick was ripping me apart even when I felt him get past my anal muscles but, shit, he was so fat and thick that his dick just kept spreading me wider and wider until I felt his lower abdomen against my butt cheeks. He somehow got it all in me and it hurt like it I'd never been fucked before.

"Are you okay?" he asked, the concern clear in his voice.

"Fuck me," I said, fighting against the pain of having him in me. "Just fuck me..." I felt my whole body... surrender to him being inside me and when he started moving in and out of me, yeah, it still hurt like a motherfucker but was starting to feel good, too. Kevin laid down fully on my, kinda wrapped his arms around me as best he could, kissing my ears, my cheek, even my neck as he fucked me... and all I could do was moan and do my best to move with him, the pain almost forgotten but not totally so.

Soon - and I can't even tell you shit about time - he was fucking me faster, his very thick dick now moving easier in and out of me and I was lost in it, between the pleasure and the pain and I didn't want him to stop fucking me. It seemed like the moment that thought crossed my mind, I felt his dick swell in my butt - then felt the first shot of cum in me, followed by more spurts and him now fucking me in that out of control way. And my ass was back to hurting something fierce but I wasn't going to tell him to take it out; I couldn't. I promised and gave my word.

Kevin finished creaming me and slowly pulled out and I actually heard a popping sound when he got all of his dick out of me... and I could swear I could feel a cool breeze in my hole. I knew that when a guy fucked a guy in the ass, it could leave his hole gaped open before the muscles could remember they were supposed to be and stay closed tight; I even felt back there after Kevin flopped over onto his back and, yep - that fat, short prick had gaped my asshole wide open and I could now feel his sperm starting to flow out of me. And my ass just hurt and so much I almost asked him to stuff it back in and maybe it would stop hurting. Maybe. But I didn't get the chance to even think more about it because I heard Kevin say, "Come on... it's your turn to fuck me!"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I didn't know about him but I was lost in the moment, concentrating on sucking his dick and, yeah, trying to eat all of it but I couldn't; my gag reflex and the need to breath wasn't hearing any of that so I kept doing what I could do, sucking on his knob and licking it while he did the same to me. Kevin was fucking into my mouth and it felt like his dick was getting harder and I knew he was about to shoot... but I shot first; it snuck up on me and I could hear myself moaning around his dick which maybe made him shoot a few moment later. I could feel him swallowing my stuff and he was digging his fingers into my butt cheeks hard enough for it to hurt but I couldn't pay attention to that because I was busy swallowing his stuff.

It wasn't that he had a whole lot of it; it was just hard to swallow with his very fat dick in my mouth but I managed to not let a drop of it escape. We let go of each other at about the same time and I spun around to once again face him to tell him how good that was - only to have his plaster his lips to mine and his tongue invading my mouth again.

I don't know or can remember how long we lay together like that, kissing and now humping up against each other. It was blistering hot... or maybe it was my imagination? We were both sweating a lot; his dirty blond hair was plastered to his head and my growing Afro had long since sagged and had been making me swipe it out of my face. In retrospect, I think we were doing this while waiting for one of us to make the next move, which got me thinking about my "options;" do I make the first move to fuck him and delay the moment where he was gonna try to get that fat dick in my butt? Or do I "let" him go first? The matter was made moot when he broke the kiss, stumbled out of the bed, and got a big jar of The Original Lube: Vaseline.

We didn't really say anything to each other as I watched him scoop a huge glob of the stuff and slather it on his cock; I just turned over without thinking about it and raised my butt up so he could put some Vaseline in my hole. I either moaned or gasped as his finger went right into me good and deep and that, all by itself, felt wonderful... but I knew it was just preparing me to be fucked and part of me wanted to not have that fat thing trying to get inside me.[/SIZE][/FONT]