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This is an extension of my first story, My First BBC. I covered my first encounter with my longtime ex-lover, and beautiful black man, Rod, in which I sucked him off outside of his place.
After that first encounter, I knew Rod would be back for more. As hyper-hetero and married as he was, or portrayed himself in his emails, he was sexually repressed. I know. I'm married and repressed, a proud cuckold to my playful wife (who enjoys fucking other men). I never complained, but inside I wanted men, as well as women, and black men more than anyone or anything else in the world. Rod released more than his mountainous cock and cum inside of my throat that first night. He awakened in me a longstanding desire to feel a black man's hard, thick cock deep inside of the crevices of my body.
A day after our first encounter in the alley, Rod emailed me back, thanking me, and wondering when I could stop by again for a late cocksucking. It wasn't easy for me to get out of the house at that time of night. My wife was usually in bed by that point, but not always. Plus, she's a light sleeper and one to notice my lack of presence. There's only so many times I can go to the store. Fortunately, at that time, I had a job that periodically required me to make late visits to check on the office. It was not too often, but enough to let me get away to see Rod again. I wanted him so badly that I started dreaming of him fucking me in my sleep (waking up to the feel of his cock inside me).
I knew I couldn't get him to fuck me just yet. I've had married guys before. Most are little uncomfortable their first couple times out. Most have complexes, thinking they're gay, not understanding that they're most likely bi-sexual and, more importantly, that there's nothing wrong with it! It depends on the guy, but as a submissive slut with other men I usually like to let the other man take the lead. Once he shows any romantic inclinations, a kiss, hug, holding me, or even being in a bed, where you can have foreplay, I begin kissing him all over, making my way up and down his body. Before long, it usually leads to me getting fucked, my ultimate goal with Rod.
My problem was when it came with Rod, I was the one aching for him to fuck me. I had to fight myself, but on our second rendezvous, in the same alley (at the same bat time and channel), I proceeded to do the same thing as the first meeting--without speaking, dropping to my knees, unzipping his pants, taking out and sucking Rod's delicious cock, licking his balls, and rubbing around his sweet, sexy ass. This time, Rod couldn't hold himself and he exploded quicker than the first time. I almost missed it, but I was able to get him deepthroated and suck-swallow his cum, making him almost burst in his moans.
And like with the first time, after finishing I stood up, without saying a word, turned around and left. I figured at this point that I should say something, I've not done something like this before outside, twice, and never say anything, but I left and went home, with the feel of Rod's cum in the back of my throat, and my throbbing cock, which I relieved before going to bed.
As it concerns my sexual needs, the wifey usually prefers to have sex on her terms. I play the role of the dutiful husband and cuckold, awaiting instructions. Oh, how my wife loves black men (men of all races, actually), and I started fantasizing about Rod taking my wife ('Kathy') right in front of me, and then moving over and fucking my ass to her utter surprise and masturbatory approval. Of course, I knew it was going to take some time to build her up to it. She already had her suspicions about me when I asked her (as a birthday gift one year) to fuck me with a strap-on, which I really loved and pleaded for again and again. My beloved wife took to it in the beginning, seeing it as a way to dominate and be the 'man' in the relationship, but she quickly (and correctly) detected that I was enjoying it just a little too much. Of course! What man wouldn't!? Think about it. A man's g-spot is in his ass. Every man can climax by having it stimulated, with fingers, a dildo, plug, or a hard cock (in the right position).
The morning after waking up from my second suckfest, I emailed Rod, writing to him that I really wanted to see him at my place, and to suck him off in the privacy of my home (when my wife was gone). Rod and I even arranged Go phones, so we could talk to one another (this was right before iPhones took off, along with texting). I gave him my address and promised to make him feel better than before. I wanted to make sure Rod was comfortable this time. I could tell the alley was not a place he liked meeting me in. The noise factor and fear of getting caught, I think, was playing on him. I didn't care, at that point, because I wanted him so badly I would've bent myself over the Goodyear blimp to have him inside of me, but I guessed correctly. Rod wanted me again, in my house, the day after we bought our own private prepaid phones and began talking to each other (I rationalized to Kathy that it was a work phone).
Rod's voice was just amazing. So deep and masculine. In the pre-Skype, pre-vid cam days (or right at the time when it was starting and we still IM'd and talked by prepaid phones), the anticipation of the call and speaking to each other made me giddy like a teenage boy sitting by my landline phone for a crush to call. Oh, God, his voice just resonated and sounded like a man who could wrap his arms around me, hold me, and feel me, while his cock went deep into my body. Rod wanted to hear me tell him what I was going to do with him, and I spilled my desires for his cock, phone-sexing with the man I wanted in me.
After our phone 'conversation,' Rod arranged to stop by my place during lunch break (I arranged mine at the same time, so I could be there [knowing my wife wouldn't be at home]). My heart raced while I waited for him, worried that he wouldn't come. The thing about hooking up with guys this way is that 80% of the time you get stood up. Men, especially ones who are ambiguous about their sexuality or attached, have a bad habit of chickening out. I did it myself a couple of times when I first started seeing guys on the side. I know what that feeling is like, and while in the past it didn't bother me, I felt something for Rod and it was a lust and desire as visceral as any I've ever felt for a man or woman. I couldn't bear the thought of him not showing up.
[Door bell rings] He's here! I rushed to the door to answer it and for the first time, heard Rod's voice in-person, "Hi." I smiled (I couldn't stop myself), ear to ear, biting my bottom lip, responding, "Hi." Rod came in, I invited him to my couch, and we sat down. I was so nervous by this point, I didn't know what to do. Odd, I have the man of my dreams in my place, and I'm at a loss of what to do! I asked him if he wanted a drink, and he said, sure, I'll take a beer. I gave him one, and we started to talk, organically, about our lives, families, where we came from.
Rod asked me how long I've liked men. I lied, "I don't know. Not long, I don't think. You're the first man I've met like this. I don't know why, but I just couldn't help thinking about how much I enjoyed our first two meetings." Rod, sensing my sexual feelings, started to relax, laying back on the couch. Taking his cue, I got up from my chair, across from the couch, crawled over on my hands and knees, like the cattish flirt and whore I am, and moved towards him, swaying my hips back and forth as I crawled towards Rod's mid-section.
By the time I arrived to the couch, Rod was rubbing his pants, in anticipation. I unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his thighs, noticing that my sexy man wasn't wearing any underwear! At that moment, my head dropped like a slut on a stick, sucking Rod's cock. Oh, it was getting hard even before I started sucking. It was rock hard quick. I didn't even get to his balls before Rod asked, "Do you want to go to your bedroom?" Inside, all I could think was, "Thank God, he's asking me!"
I went over to my bedroom, holding Rod's hand and leading him, as he was holding his descending pants, keeping them from falling down as he walked. When we arrived to the bedroom, in front of the bed, Rod took me by the shoulders and pushed me onto the bed, straddling my face with his cock and gliding it into my mouth, with his hands pushing me towards him by the back of my head. Sitting on the edge of the bed, sucking Rod again, I knew what I wanted next, so my hands started caressing the back of his well-toned cakes, as I was now using Rod's ass to plunge his cock in my mouth. I used one of my hands, my right, if I recall, to slide up and down the crack of Rod's ass, slowly but surely opening and then playing with his asshole. It was almost like Rod was reading my mind because he turned around, bending so slightly, holding his knees, with his delicious, sexy black ass right in front of me. I buried my face right in, almost instantly, licking and then deep-tonguing Rod's ass.
Eating a man's ass is always best for me. It connect me to a man in a way a blowjob doesn't because not all men will want you to lick their ass (but they will never turn down a blowjob or a suck-swallow!). I found out that day that Rod was really into having his ass eaten, and luckily for him I'm into eating ass, his especially. I licked, tongued, and then alternated with his balls, taking his cock and sucked him from behind. This might have been a first for Rod. He responded with a cock so hard, it felt like a stick ready to fuck.
After several minutes of making Rod moan with my mouth and tongue on his ass, balls, and cock, my dreams came true. Rod turned around from my rim-and-suck, looked down on me from his stance (I was still sitting on the bed), and he pushed me onto my back on the bed. He asked, "Where does your wife sleep?" I pointed out the side of the bed she normally slept on, and Rod ordered, "Get over there," which I immediately and happily obeyed. Without warning, Rod rolled me on my stomach, lifting me up by my waist, to get my ass up to his cock, and began slapping his 8 inch hard cock on my phat ass cheeks. To hear the slaps of that cock on my ass, it turned me on so much.
Rod started taking one of his hands (with the other holding my waist), and started inserting his fingers in my ass, loosening me. I could feel its wetness and knew he was spit shining my ass. I knew what coming next, so I arched my back to get my ass up and looking as nice and round as I could get it for Rod. He noticed, "More, more," as I stuck my booty up as high as I could get it. I buried my face and upper back on the bed, with my face in my wife's pillow, waiting, yearning for Rod's cock to take me.
Rod wasn't done teasing me, though. He started sliding his dick up and down my crack, like the way I had done to him with my hand when I was sucking his cock earlier. God, it was killing me. Please, please, fuck me. I had to say it aloud, "Fuck me." Almost before I could get the words out, I felt the sudden burst of pain as Rod quickly took the entrance of my ass with the tip of his cock. Ohhh, it hurt. It's just human nature to tense up when you're getting butt-fucked--no matter how many times you try to prepare, knowing you need to ease up.
I eased up, surrendering my opened ass. Rod's cock began its descent into my regions, filling my body, after several thrusts, with all 8 inches of his manhood. Every time his dick went out and back in, I couldn't stop from moaning and moaning like a bitch, almost girl-like. I tried not to, but damned it hurt. I never had a dick this big, and Rod was my first guy in a few years. And as I noted in the first post, when you take a black man's cock for the first time, you know it!
Rod's thrusts into my ass were getting deeper, in and out, by now he was taking his cock all the way out of my ass and thrusting it back in, balls deep, time after time. It was pure ecstasy, the greatest feeling of my life sexually up to that point, in spite of which it hurt like hell. I kept begging, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me," louder while simultaneously moaning. Rod then started spanking and slapping my ass in between his thrusts, grabbing the waist and the meaty part of my phat booty. Oh, man, this is what it must feel like for my wife when I fuck her doggy style, except my cock isn't nearly as big. Some men would feel humiliated. I felt like a whore having the time of his life.
Just when I thought he couldn't get in me any deeper, Rod pushed down on my ass and forced the rest of my body onto the bed. By then, Rod was covering my entire body on top, his arms wrapped my head, his cock slamming my bed-fucked and grounded ass. He began whispering in my ear, his face right next to my head, from behind, "Do you want me to cum in you?" I begged, loudly, "Yes, please, cum in me." Rod took my hands, held them down on the bed, trapping me even further (the helplessness is the sexiest memory of my time with him), fucking me, asking, "Say it. Louder...faster...faster, or I'll pull out." I kept begging, "Cum in me, baby, cum in me [faster]...cum in me...cum in me. Please, baby, cum in my white ass." Even though we were of different races, I'd not talked or I guess moan-begged about myself in that manner with Rod before.
"You want me to cum in your white ass?" In between my moans and whorish whimpers from his cock stretching my butt, "Yes!!! Please, baby, cum in my white ass...cum in..." Well, the timing was off because Rod was already cumming in me before I could beg again. He let out a vociferous, "Ahhhhhhh." Oh, that familiar and wonderful sound of a satisfied man cumming. It's universal, well, almost (I was once with a man who could climax silently). Well, Rod wasn't quiet. He was one noisy, beautiful, sexy, white boy-fucking black man, and he was mine! I had no towels on the bed. It was just my pantsless body with Rod's cum inside my ass.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I had to. I rolled over, grabbed Rod by his face and planted a kiss on his lips. A passionate kiss. I always let the man take the lead on kissing, particularly a self-identified straight man, but there was no way I was going to be able to prevent myself from doing it. Rod, the married man, the man who didn't want me to talk, the man who was scared at the thought of being seen as gay, the man who saw me as just someone with a mouth, kissed me back and with tongue. We laid next to each other, kissing for what seemed to be forever, but was probably no more than a minute, but man it felt great. Rod was so sexy, and I was so happy. And my ass hurt. It was a good pain, but I felt it for almost the next two days--driving, sitting, walking around, reminding me of Rod and him fucking my brains out on my wife's side of the bed.
It was the first of many meetings and afternoon delights. We fucked in beds, couches, back to the alley, outside, in a cabin, office, park bathroom. I cannot count all the places, but our affair was now starting in earnest. Over the next two-plus years, Rod filled me with the kind of joy that I came to realize only a black man could ever truly give me.
After that first encounter, I knew Rod would be back for more. As hyper-hetero and married as he was, or portrayed himself in his emails, he was sexually repressed. I know. I'm married and repressed, a proud cuckold to my playful wife (who enjoys fucking other men). I never complained, but inside I wanted men, as well as women, and black men more than anyone or anything else in the world. Rod released more than his mountainous cock and cum inside of my throat that first night. He awakened in me a longstanding desire to feel a black man's hard, thick cock deep inside of the crevices of my body.
A day after our first encounter in the alley, Rod emailed me back, thanking me, and wondering when I could stop by again for a late cocksucking. It wasn't easy for me to get out of the house at that time of night. My wife was usually in bed by that point, but not always. Plus, she's a light sleeper and one to notice my lack of presence. There's only so many times I can go to the store. Fortunately, at that time, I had a job that periodically required me to make late visits to check on the office. It was not too often, but enough to let me get away to see Rod again. I wanted him so badly that I started dreaming of him fucking me in my sleep (waking up to the feel of his cock inside me).
I knew I couldn't get him to fuck me just yet. I've had married guys before. Most are little uncomfortable their first couple times out. Most have complexes, thinking they're gay, not understanding that they're most likely bi-sexual and, more importantly, that there's nothing wrong with it! It depends on the guy, but as a submissive slut with other men I usually like to let the other man take the lead. Once he shows any romantic inclinations, a kiss, hug, holding me, or even being in a bed, where you can have foreplay, I begin kissing him all over, making my way up and down his body. Before long, it usually leads to me getting fucked, my ultimate goal with Rod.
My problem was when it came with Rod, I was the one aching for him to fuck me. I had to fight myself, but on our second rendezvous, in the same alley (at the same bat time and channel), I proceeded to do the same thing as the first meeting--without speaking, dropping to my knees, unzipping his pants, taking out and sucking Rod's delicious cock, licking his balls, and rubbing around his sweet, sexy ass. This time, Rod couldn't hold himself and he exploded quicker than the first time. I almost missed it, but I was able to get him deepthroated and suck-swallow his cum, making him almost burst in his moans.
And like with the first time, after finishing I stood up, without saying a word, turned around and left. I figured at this point that I should say something, I've not done something like this before outside, twice, and never say anything, but I left and went home, with the feel of Rod's cum in the back of my throat, and my throbbing cock, which I relieved before going to bed.
As it concerns my sexual needs, the wifey usually prefers to have sex on her terms. I play the role of the dutiful husband and cuckold, awaiting instructions. Oh, how my wife loves black men (men of all races, actually), and I started fantasizing about Rod taking my wife ('Kathy') right in front of me, and then moving over and fucking my ass to her utter surprise and masturbatory approval. Of course, I knew it was going to take some time to build her up to it. She already had her suspicions about me when I asked her (as a birthday gift one year) to fuck me with a strap-on, which I really loved and pleaded for again and again. My beloved wife took to it in the beginning, seeing it as a way to dominate and be the 'man' in the relationship, but she quickly (and correctly) detected that I was enjoying it just a little too much. Of course! What man wouldn't!? Think about it. A man's g-spot is in his ass. Every man can climax by having it stimulated, with fingers, a dildo, plug, or a hard cock (in the right position).
The morning after waking up from my second suckfest, I emailed Rod, writing to him that I really wanted to see him at my place, and to suck him off in the privacy of my home (when my wife was gone). Rod and I even arranged Go phones, so we could talk to one another (this was right before iPhones took off, along with texting). I gave him my address and promised to make him feel better than before. I wanted to make sure Rod was comfortable this time. I could tell the alley was not a place he liked meeting me in. The noise factor and fear of getting caught, I think, was playing on him. I didn't care, at that point, because I wanted him so badly I would've bent myself over the Goodyear blimp to have him inside of me, but I guessed correctly. Rod wanted me again, in my house, the day after we bought our own private prepaid phones and began talking to each other (I rationalized to Kathy that it was a work phone).
Rod's voice was just amazing. So deep and masculine. In the pre-Skype, pre-vid cam days (or right at the time when it was starting and we still IM'd and talked by prepaid phones), the anticipation of the call and speaking to each other made me giddy like a teenage boy sitting by my landline phone for a crush to call. Oh, God, his voice just resonated and sounded like a man who could wrap his arms around me, hold me, and feel me, while his cock went deep into my body. Rod wanted to hear me tell him what I was going to do with him, and I spilled my desires for his cock, phone-sexing with the man I wanted in me.
After our phone 'conversation,' Rod arranged to stop by my place during lunch break (I arranged mine at the same time, so I could be there [knowing my wife wouldn't be at home]). My heart raced while I waited for him, worried that he wouldn't come. The thing about hooking up with guys this way is that 80% of the time you get stood up. Men, especially ones who are ambiguous about their sexuality or attached, have a bad habit of chickening out. I did it myself a couple of times when I first started seeing guys on the side. I know what that feeling is like, and while in the past it didn't bother me, I felt something for Rod and it was a lust and desire as visceral as any I've ever felt for a man or woman. I couldn't bear the thought of him not showing up.
[Door bell rings] He's here! I rushed to the door to answer it and for the first time, heard Rod's voice in-person, "Hi." I smiled (I couldn't stop myself), ear to ear, biting my bottom lip, responding, "Hi." Rod came in, I invited him to my couch, and we sat down. I was so nervous by this point, I didn't know what to do. Odd, I have the man of my dreams in my place, and I'm at a loss of what to do! I asked him if he wanted a drink, and he said, sure, I'll take a beer. I gave him one, and we started to talk, organically, about our lives, families, where we came from.
Rod asked me how long I've liked men. I lied, "I don't know. Not long, I don't think. You're the first man I've met like this. I don't know why, but I just couldn't help thinking about how much I enjoyed our first two meetings." Rod, sensing my sexual feelings, started to relax, laying back on the couch. Taking his cue, I got up from my chair, across from the couch, crawled over on my hands and knees, like the cattish flirt and whore I am, and moved towards him, swaying my hips back and forth as I crawled towards Rod's mid-section.
By the time I arrived to the couch, Rod was rubbing his pants, in anticipation. I unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his thighs, noticing that my sexy man wasn't wearing any underwear! At that moment, my head dropped like a slut on a stick, sucking Rod's cock. Oh, it was getting hard even before I started sucking. It was rock hard quick. I didn't even get to his balls before Rod asked, "Do you want to go to your bedroom?" Inside, all I could think was, "Thank God, he's asking me!"
I went over to my bedroom, holding Rod's hand and leading him, as he was holding his descending pants, keeping them from falling down as he walked. When we arrived to the bedroom, in front of the bed, Rod took me by the shoulders and pushed me onto the bed, straddling my face with his cock and gliding it into my mouth, with his hands pushing me towards him by the back of my head. Sitting on the edge of the bed, sucking Rod again, I knew what I wanted next, so my hands started caressing the back of his well-toned cakes, as I was now using Rod's ass to plunge his cock in my mouth. I used one of my hands, my right, if I recall, to slide up and down the crack of Rod's ass, slowly but surely opening and then playing with his asshole. It was almost like Rod was reading my mind because he turned around, bending so slightly, holding his knees, with his delicious, sexy black ass right in front of me. I buried my face right in, almost instantly, licking and then deep-tonguing Rod's ass.
Eating a man's ass is always best for me. It connect me to a man in a way a blowjob doesn't because not all men will want you to lick their ass (but they will never turn down a blowjob or a suck-swallow!). I found out that day that Rod was really into having his ass eaten, and luckily for him I'm into eating ass, his especially. I licked, tongued, and then alternated with his balls, taking his cock and sucked him from behind. This might have been a first for Rod. He responded with a cock so hard, it felt like a stick ready to fuck.
After several minutes of making Rod moan with my mouth and tongue on his ass, balls, and cock, my dreams came true. Rod turned around from my rim-and-suck, looked down on me from his stance (I was still sitting on the bed), and he pushed me onto my back on the bed. He asked, "Where does your wife sleep?" I pointed out the side of the bed she normally slept on, and Rod ordered, "Get over there," which I immediately and happily obeyed. Without warning, Rod rolled me on my stomach, lifting me up by my waist, to get my ass up to his cock, and began slapping his 8 inch hard cock on my phat ass cheeks. To hear the slaps of that cock on my ass, it turned me on so much.
Rod started taking one of his hands (with the other holding my waist), and started inserting his fingers in my ass, loosening me. I could feel its wetness and knew he was spit shining my ass. I knew what coming next, so I arched my back to get my ass up and looking as nice and round as I could get it for Rod. He noticed, "More, more," as I stuck my booty up as high as I could get it. I buried my face and upper back on the bed, with my face in my wife's pillow, waiting, yearning for Rod's cock to take me.
Rod wasn't done teasing me, though. He started sliding his dick up and down my crack, like the way I had done to him with my hand when I was sucking his cock earlier. God, it was killing me. Please, please, fuck me. I had to say it aloud, "Fuck me." Almost before I could get the words out, I felt the sudden burst of pain as Rod quickly took the entrance of my ass with the tip of his cock. Ohhh, it hurt. It's just human nature to tense up when you're getting butt-fucked--no matter how many times you try to prepare, knowing you need to ease up.
I eased up, surrendering my opened ass. Rod's cock began its descent into my regions, filling my body, after several thrusts, with all 8 inches of his manhood. Every time his dick went out and back in, I couldn't stop from moaning and moaning like a bitch, almost girl-like. I tried not to, but damned it hurt. I never had a dick this big, and Rod was my first guy in a few years. And as I noted in the first post, when you take a black man's cock for the first time, you know it!
Rod's thrusts into my ass were getting deeper, in and out, by now he was taking his cock all the way out of my ass and thrusting it back in, balls deep, time after time. It was pure ecstasy, the greatest feeling of my life sexually up to that point, in spite of which it hurt like hell. I kept begging, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me," louder while simultaneously moaning. Rod then started spanking and slapping my ass in between his thrusts, grabbing the waist and the meaty part of my phat booty. Oh, man, this is what it must feel like for my wife when I fuck her doggy style, except my cock isn't nearly as big. Some men would feel humiliated. I felt like a whore having the time of his life.
Just when I thought he couldn't get in me any deeper, Rod pushed down on my ass and forced the rest of my body onto the bed. By then, Rod was covering my entire body on top, his arms wrapped my head, his cock slamming my bed-fucked and grounded ass. He began whispering in my ear, his face right next to my head, from behind, "Do you want me to cum in you?" I begged, loudly, "Yes, please, cum in me." Rod took my hands, held them down on the bed, trapping me even further (the helplessness is the sexiest memory of my time with him), fucking me, asking, "Say it. Louder...faster...faster, or I'll pull out." I kept begging, "Cum in me, baby, cum in me [faster]...cum in me...cum in me. Please, baby, cum in my white ass." Even though we were of different races, I'd not talked or I guess moan-begged about myself in that manner with Rod before.
"You want me to cum in your white ass?" In between my moans and whorish whimpers from his cock stretching my butt, "Yes!!! Please, baby, cum in my white ass...cum in..." Well, the timing was off because Rod was already cumming in me before I could beg again. He let out a vociferous, "Ahhhhhhh." Oh, that familiar and wonderful sound of a satisfied man cumming. It's universal, well, almost (I was once with a man who could climax silently). Well, Rod wasn't quiet. He was one noisy, beautiful, sexy, white boy-fucking black man, and he was mine! I had no towels on the bed. It was just my pantsless body with Rod's cum inside my ass.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I had to. I rolled over, grabbed Rod by his face and planted a kiss on his lips. A passionate kiss. I always let the man take the lead on kissing, particularly a self-identified straight man, but there was no way I was going to be able to prevent myself from doing it. Rod, the married man, the man who didn't want me to talk, the man who was scared at the thought of being seen as gay, the man who saw me as just someone with a mouth, kissed me back and with tongue. We laid next to each other, kissing for what seemed to be forever, but was probably no more than a minute, but man it felt great. Rod was so sexy, and I was so happy. And my ass hurt. It was a good pain, but I felt it for almost the next two days--driving, sitting, walking around, reminding me of Rod and him fucking my brains out on my wife's side of the bed.
It was the first of many meetings and afternoon delights. We fucked in beds, couches, back to the alley, outside, in a cabin, office, park bathroom. I cannot count all the places, but our affair was now starting in earnest. Over the next two-plus years, Rod filled me with the kind of joy that I came to realize only a black man could ever truly give me.
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