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I’ve always had this thing for younger black men. I grew up near an air force base in Michigan where there plenty of black airmen running about and driving me wild. I will always regret when I was walking down a road one day on my daily walk when a hunky, cute black airman asked if I wanted a ride. I froze and shook my head no. What can I say? I was young and not too bright.
Through the years, I’ve traveled throughout the world and encountered plenty of young black men. I just love the color and texture of their skin, the contrast between their darkness and my lightness, and, of course, their deep voices, their big cocks. They have the most luscious huge cocks, and I haven’t met a black cock I didn’t like — or didn’t like me.
I was traveling for work in Chicago a few years ago, staying in a great hotel overlooking beautiful Lake Michigan. Black men were everywhere I went in Chicago: running the shoreline, hurrying to work, going about their business — driving me wild. I swear I had an erection for the whole six weeks I was in Chicago as the cute young black men were everywhere.
One night, alone in my hotel room, I decided to go online as I was in a pent-up frenzy with these black men driving me crazy. Out of the blue, a younger black man started chatting with me. He asked my age and I said that I was in my later 40s. He was in his mid-20s and he loved older men, he said. He was just a couple of miles away and said he could come to the hotel room, if I wanted. I saw his photo, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. I said, sure, come on over. Anticipation entered ever pore of my body. A gorgeous six-foot four-inch 20-something black man was going to be over soon, I hoped. You never know with online hook-ups, so one can never be sure, but ten minutes later, there he was.
Well, let me tell you, his picture on the net didn’t do him justice. He was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen in my life. Muscles everywhere with bare arms twice as big as mine. I’m sure now that I had to slap my jaw shut when he answered the door.
“Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.”
I was actually shaking as here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus.
Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing.
I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants.
“Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?”
This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh, yeah, That’s why I am mainly a bottom these days, ’cause most guys can’t handle it.”
What the hell, I thought. What’s wrong with gay men? He explained that almost all gay guys would take one look at it and say, no way was it going up their ass.
Well, curiosity got the best of me. I unzipped his fly and reached inside his underwear and pulled out the biggest and thickest and most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.
The cock was a foot long — 12 inches! — and it was thick as a beer can. You know how cartoon a****ls eyes bug out when they see something crazy or wild? Well, those were my cartoon eyes. My whole body was shaking. This was the dream cock I had been waiting for all my life.
“Well, I don’t know about other guys,” I told Marcus, “but this guy is going to be fucked by that cock.”
We undressed and went into the bedroom. He was magnificent to look at. He could be a porn star with the muscles and good looks and that unbelievably huge and thick cock. I was enchanted to no end and had pre-cum coming from the tip of my cock just looking at his cock.
I told him that the only way I could possibly take that cock up my tight white hole was for him to lay down and then I would sit on it, slowly. He lay down, and I sucked as much of the cock I could, not even able to get a third of it in my mouth as it was so huge. My jaw hurt in just the couple of minutes I was sucking him.
“You sure you want to try this?” Marcus asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” I replied.
I lubed up my asshole and his cock better than I had ever lubed anything in my life. I stood above his cock, facing him, and then we kissed. Oh, good, he was a kisser and for that I was grateful. And what a kisser he was, perfect molding of our mouths together. I took a deep breath and impaled myself on the first inch of the cock.
I thought I was going to pass out due to its thickness. Marcus laughed and said I could change my mind and I could fuck him instead. I said no way.
After a minute of getting adjusted to that first inch, I took another deep breath and took another inch. We kept kissing, so I wouldn’t scream out in pain. Inch by inch by inch, I would adjust my asshole for that monstrous cock with tears running down my face. My shaking turned into shuddering when I had six inches of the cock in me.
“Easy does it,” Marcus told me. “Just another six inches to go.” I laughed — and cried at the same time.
It took an hour, but I would take another cock inch, hold my breath, shake a bit, and hold it there for about ten minutes and kiss and kiss Marcus’s lovely lips and caress his tongue with mine, so I could get used to the newest inch of his cock in me. He was so patient, thank goodness.
At nine inches, without any warning, I came. I had not even been touching my cock when the thing spurted. Marcus’s monstrosity had hit my sphincter just right and I came in five big spurts on Marcus’s broad, hairless chest.
“Three inches to go,” I said. Marcus took my cum from his chest and drank it.
“Yum, yum,” he said. “I’ve got a week’s worth of cum and it’s going in your tight white hole, whenever you’re ready.”
Finally, our mouths touching, tears streaming down my face, my ass feeling like it could not be stretched any further, I took Marcus’s final inch and I could feel that he was in balls deep. It hurt like hell; I had never felt pain like this before. I was afraid of passing out from the pain.
“Push,” I told him. “Fuck me for all you’re worth, I don’t care how much it hurts.” Yeah, I am a glutton for punishment, but I had to see what if felt like to be fucked by 12 inches of cock.
He thrust as hard and fast as he could, my arms holding onto his muscled arms, my ass without any feeling anymore, just wanting that foot-long beer-can-thick cock to cum in my hole. After two minutes of thrusting when I didn’t think I could take it any more, he finally moaned and out shot spurt after spurt after spurt in my hole for two minutes. It felt like a half quart of cum was coming from that monster of a cock. I felt every twitch and twinge of that cock for fifteen minutes before it finally got soft and slithered out my hole.
I was exhausted and could barely breathe. Would I be able to walk ever again, I wondered aloud half-jokingly to Marcus. He laughed and said there were a few guys who had to spend a day or even a week in bed after he had fucked them.
We showered and kissed the whole time while cleaning up. I would sneak a peak at that huge cock in the shower and wonder, wow — that big thing was in me, it was IN me, the whole thing was in me. I will never forget this and took photographs in my mind of that luscious cock.
We kissed, and he left. I never saw him again, but I will never forget him and that cock, the largest and most beautiful that has ever been in my ass.
Through the years, I’ve traveled throughout the world and encountered plenty of young black men. I just love the color and texture of their skin, the contrast between their darkness and my lightness, and, of course, their deep voices, their big cocks. They have the most luscious huge cocks, and I haven’t met a black cock I didn’t like — or didn’t like me.
I was traveling for work in Chicago a few years ago, staying in a great hotel overlooking beautiful Lake Michigan. Black men were everywhere I went in Chicago: running the shoreline, hurrying to work, going about their business — driving me wild. I swear I had an erection for the whole six weeks I was in Chicago as the cute young black men were everywhere.
One night, alone in my hotel room, I decided to go online as I was in a pent-up frenzy with these black men driving me crazy. Out of the blue, a younger black man started chatting with me. He asked my age and I said that I was in my later 40s. He was in his mid-20s and he loved older men, he said. He was just a couple of miles away and said he could come to the hotel room, if I wanted. I saw his photo, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. I said, sure, come on over. Anticipation entered ever pore of my body. A gorgeous six-foot four-inch 20-something black man was going to be over soon, I hoped. You never know with online hook-ups, so one can never be sure, but ten minutes later, there he was.
Well, let me tell you, his picture on the net didn’t do him justice. He was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen in my life. Muscles everywhere with bare arms twice as big as mine. I’m sure now that I had to slap my jaw shut when he answered the door.
“Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.”
I was actually shaking as here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus.
Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing.
I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants.
“Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?”
This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh, yeah, That’s why I am mainly a bottom these days, ’cause most guys can’t handle it.”
What the hell, I thought. What’s wrong with gay men? He explained that almost all gay guys would take one look at it and say, no way was it going up their ass.
Well, curiosity got the best of me. I unzipped his fly and reached inside his underwear and pulled out the biggest and thickest and most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.
The cock was a foot long — 12 inches! — and it was thick as a beer can. You know how cartoon a****ls eyes bug out when they see something crazy or wild? Well, those were my cartoon eyes. My whole body was shaking. This was the dream cock I had been waiting for all my life.
“Well, I don’t know about other guys,” I told Marcus, “but this guy is going to be fucked by that cock.”
We undressed and went into the bedroom. He was magnificent to look at. He could be a porn star with the muscles and good looks and that unbelievably huge and thick cock. I was enchanted to no end and had pre-cum coming from the tip of my cock just looking at his cock.
I told him that the only way I could possibly take that cock up my tight white hole was for him to lay down and then I would sit on it, slowly. He lay down, and I sucked as much of the cock I could, not even able to get a third of it in my mouth as it was so huge. My jaw hurt in just the couple of minutes I was sucking him.
“You sure you want to try this?” Marcus asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” I replied.
I lubed up my asshole and his cock better than I had ever lubed anything in my life. I stood above his cock, facing him, and then we kissed. Oh, good, he was a kisser and for that I was grateful. And what a kisser he was, perfect molding of our mouths together. I took a deep breath and impaled myself on the first inch of the cock.
I thought I was going to pass out due to its thickness. Marcus laughed and said I could change my mind and I could fuck him instead. I said no way.
After a minute of getting adjusted to that first inch, I took another deep breath and took another inch. We kept kissing, so I wouldn’t scream out in pain. Inch by inch by inch, I would adjust my asshole for that monstrous cock with tears running down my face. My shaking turned into shuddering when I had six inches of the cock in me.
“Easy does it,” Marcus told me. “Just another six inches to go.” I laughed — and cried at the same time.
It took an hour, but I would take another cock inch, hold my breath, shake a bit, and hold it there for about ten minutes and kiss and kiss Marcus’s lovely lips and caress his tongue with mine, so I could get used to the newest inch of his cock in me. He was so patient, thank goodness.
At nine inches, without any warning, I came. I had not even been touching my cock when the thing spurted. Marcus’s monstrosity had hit my sphincter just right and I came in five big spurts on Marcus’s broad, hairless chest.
“Three inches to go,” I said. Marcus took my cum from his chest and drank it.
“Yum, yum,” he said. “I’ve got a week’s worth of cum and it’s going in your tight white hole, whenever you’re ready.”
Finally, our mouths touching, tears streaming down my face, my ass feeling like it could not be stretched any further, I took Marcus’s final inch and I could feel that he was in balls deep. It hurt like hell; I had never felt pain like this before. I was afraid of passing out from the pain.
“Push,” I told him. “Fuck me for all you’re worth, I don’t care how much it hurts.” Yeah, I am a glutton for punishment, but I had to see what if felt like to be fucked by 12 inches of cock.
He thrust as hard and fast as he could, my arms holding onto his muscled arms, my ass without any feeling anymore, just wanting that foot-long beer-can-thick cock to cum in my hole. After two minutes of thrusting when I didn’t think I could take it any more, he finally moaned and out shot spurt after spurt after spurt in my hole for two minutes. It felt like a half quart of cum was coming from that monster of a cock. I felt every twitch and twinge of that cock for fifteen minutes before it finally got soft and slithered out my hole.
I was exhausted and could barely breathe. Would I be able to walk ever again, I wondered aloud half-jokingly to Marcus. He laughed and said there were a few guys who had to spend a day or even a week in bed after he had fucked them.
We showered and kissed the whole time while cleaning up. I would sneak a peak at that huge cock in the shower and wonder, wow — that big thing was in me, it was IN me, the whole thing was in me. I will never forget this and took photographs in my mind of that luscious cock.
We kissed, and he left. I never saw him again, but I will never forget him and that cock, the largest and most beautiful that has ever been in my ass.
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