My reward soon came in the form of a torrent of hot cum squirting into my eager mouth. I fondled his balls and sucked as hard as I could. I dropped to my knees as he ripped the condom off and my mouth engulfed his cock. "My mouth! Cum in my mouth!" I was overcome by the absolute necessity to taste his juices. Before long, he said he was going to cum. He asked me "Don't you love this big, black cock fucking your man pussy?" I could only moan my concurrence. I almost went over the top when he started to fondle my balls as he did this. My ankles were resting on his shoulders and he savagely attacked my love hole with his massive man meat. He spread my legs and his cock invaded my ass again. Karl pulled his cock out of my ass and told me to lie on my back. He said I was a "good little slut." He soon picked up the pace and I was in heaven feeling his balls slam against my ass. I started to move my ass in rhythm to his fucking. I loved the feeling of his huge, hard cock deep in my ass. It makes my cock feel so good." The pain had begun to recede and a feeling of fullness overcame me. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck saying "your ass feels so tight. Once Karl had managed to get his whole cock inside me, he let it rest there so I could adjust. I experienced those feelings all over again. I remembered how it hurt the first time I was fucked all those years ago and also how good it began to feel after the pain receded. I had prepared for this by using my wife's dildo when she was not home but it still hurt. I knelt on the bed and he stood by the side of it and began to push his monster cock into me. While Karl put the condom on, I lubed up my ass. He would finger fuck me while I sucked him and this soon made me impatient to feel his cock inside me. While I sucked him, he played with my ass. I would break off every now and then because neither one of us wanted him to cum right away. Once again I took his manhood in my mouth and slurped away. We lay on the bed and I began kissing and licking my way down his chest while fondling his enormous cock.
I ran my hands all over his body, feeling his strong muscles - like me, Karl exercised a lot. I oved the feeling of our cocks pressed against each other's bodies. I serviced him for a few minutes before he said, "Let's get in bed." I needed no further encouragement. Slowly I overcame my gag reflex and took his man meat deep into my throat. At first, I was only able to get about halfway down. Gradually I worked my mouth down his shaft until his cock hit the back of my throat. I ran my tongue all around his cock head, licking his piss slit and massaging it with my lips. I stroked it a few times and it grew to an impressive 9". As soon as we were naked, I fell to my knees and took a hold of it. His cock was huge, even half-hard it was around 7" long and thick. I could immediately see that his pictures did not lie. I smiled at him and asked, "Well, shall we?" He agreed and I led the way to my room. We chatted for a while about nothing in particular as we finished our drinks.
I nodded and he sat down and ordered a drink. I timidly waved at him and he walked up to my table. I was the only one in the bar that evening and I saw a tall, handsome black man enter. We agreed to meet for a drink in my hotel bar.įinally the day arrived, I was as nervous as a high school kid going on his first date. I was very impressed with the size of his cock and could not wait to meet him. We exchanged pictures, first G rated and then X-rated. Karl was recently divorced and, like me, had experimented earlier in life and was interested in trying it again. I finally received a tempting reply from a guy named Karl. I decided to advertise for someone around my age who was looking for a tight ass to fill. I travelled a lot and I would arrange for hook-ups in cities I visited on business trips. I was just under 6' tall, exercised regularly and had a good build. I had just turned 50 and, if I do say so, I looked a good 10 years younger. However, more and more I was remembering my college experiences and the need to be fucked returned to me in a very strong way. Now I was an older man and my first few hook-ups were with younger men and I was the one doing the fucking. During my college days, I was usually the one who was getting fucked and it was mostly with older men. I started hooking up with men I met at these sites. In my late 40's, trapped in a bad marriage, I began to recall my college days and began to spend a lot of time in gay chat rooms. I had experimented with gay sex during college but had not indulged for over 20 years.