After several days of sexting and missed opportunities, our schedules finally aligned. He was a short dude. About 5'5" or 5'6", average build, baseball hat askew, doo rag under it, and I peeked a little bit of the cornrows underneath that. Dark chocolate skin. Okay in the looks department, but he was packin'. I knew this because I'd seen the pics of his erect dick in hand, with the wide head looking scrumptious. I wanted that shit in my mouth...
After settling into my sofa, he rolled a blunt and talked incessantly about his recent trip to some nearby gambling hot spot. When I finally got a word in, I shared my horror story of an experience at the same hot spot. That killed the conversation instantly and the ensuing silence reminded us why he was here in the first place.
After settling into my sofa, he rolled a blunt and talked incessantly about his recent trip to some nearby gambling hot spot. When I finally got a word in, I shared my horror story of an experience at the same hot spot. That killed the conversation instantly and the ensuing silence reminded us why he was here in the first place.
I don't quite remember how it started. It just seemed that one minute we were just sitting on the couch smoking, then the next he grabs and kisses me, our tongues interlocking and playing for a while. It was a wet kiss with stops and starts. Each round got sloppier and wetter, our tongues wrapping around each other. The kiss gets us hornier and we're moaning into each others mouths. My hand is rubbing his crotch, which is just bulging out like crazy. His hands are wrapped around my waists, pulling me roughly closer. Our bodies smashed together on that tiny couch of mine, still kissing, still fucking each other's mouths with our tongues. Eventually I break it because I want to see his dick, which I've been rubbing on through his jeans. I want to suck his cock so badly that I don't even think about taking him back to my bedroom. There is no time to take off clothes. Shit, he still has his tims' on, but neither of us give a fuck. I kneel between his legs. At eye level, the bulging crotch looks even more impressive. When I unzipped him, his dick immediately sprang out through the dick hole in his boxers and it bobbed and waved for a second or two. It was a thick and and angry-looking cock crisscrossed by thick veins. The kind of cock you want fucking you hard and rough. The kind of cock you want to see shooting jet streams of cum on your chest, stomach, in your mouth...And damn was it hard. He was so fucking hard. I locked eyes with him as I slowly lowered my head towards his dick, inching my mouth closer to the shiny wide head. My hands slowly traveled up his inner thighs, heading in the same direction. When I wrapped my hands around his dick, he made a sound...it was a little strange and indescribable, but still hot. He put his hand on the back of my head and slowly pushed me closer to his dick. I love an aggressive top. When my mouth reached his dick, I licked around the head slowly. He jerked and hissed, then grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth. I sucked on his head, then opened my mouth wider and took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I took a lot. "Fuck, boy. You like sucking my dick?" He whispered in this lewd way that just drove me wild. I sucked him hard, feeling his shaft with my tongue on the way up, fondling his balls on the way down.
I tried to minimize the suction sounds, but with his girth and my horniness I just decided to totally porn-out and suck and fondle and lick and he's like, "Muthafuh...I'ma cum..." Well I couldn't let that happen just yet, could I? So I took him out of my mouth (he didn't like that very much), and dragged my tongue down one of those thick veins on his shaft. I'd been wanting to do that ever since his dick sprang out at me. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided his cock back into my mouth, then started using his hip to move his dick in and out. "You like me fuckin your mouth, boy?" I made some sound that was supposed to be "yes" but it was muffled because his hard dick was buried deep in my wet mouth, sliding in and out, going in a little deeper each time. I love the sensation of a dick sliding in and out of my mouth, the way it just fills me, the tightness of it, and how wet it is when I take it out of my mouth....that part especially drives me crazy. The whole thing was so hot and I moved my free hand to my crotch where I jerked my cock and continued to suck his dick. He let out some sound I couldn't begin to describe, lifted his head from the couch and "yeah boy. Suck that dick. Oh shit..." then sank back down emitting another sound as his cock head tapped the entrance to my throat. And yeah he was big-dicked, but I can be a determined lil' dude when I put my mind to it. I slowly bobbed up and down on him. God it was such a tight fit. From time to time my teeth would lightly scrape his cock which drove him over the edge. I knew this because he give some strange yelp-moan sound, if there is such a thing. At the back of my mind I worried about the neighbors and their reaction to the strange sex sounds this guy makes, but that thought was pushed out of my mind by his "I'm gonna cum." I was ready and sucked him faster and harder, squeezed the shaft as my engulfed the head in a tight lip lock. He gasped. I moaned in response and the sound vibrated his cock. He gasped again, his hand on my head pushing me down on his dick. I sucked in one long stroke, from base to head. I could feel his legs tighten. I could feel his cock grow even more rigid in my mouth. He was close, I could tell, so I did another long slow stroke and this time he moved his hips a little more roughly and entered my throat again. "Ah shit boy...I'ma cum down your throat...you wanna taste my cum, boy?" And oh god...I'm a sucka for a vocal pervy-mouth muthafucka. His dick head slid in from entrance into throat, again, again, and again, and "ah fuck!" The muthafucker literally roared and his body and cock went all rigid. I gently dragged my teeth on his shaft to give him that extra push and that's when he came in powerful spurts, filling my mouth, slipping down my throat. He spasmed for forever, saying "oh fuck" over and over, his hands clasping my head tightly.
Eventually, he came down to earth. His hands and body relaxed and his dick slipped out of my my mouth. I guess this is the time to share that I love the taste of cum. And there's nothing safe about what we just did, I know. I rarely fuck raw, but I suck raw dicks sometimes and every once in a while, for that special guy, I'll let a dude cum in my mouth or down my throat. With the right dude, this is one of my favorite things about sucking cock. I should also mention that homeboy was still hard as a rock after I took him out of my mouth. I marveled at how wet his cock looked for a moment or two. This is a serious fetish of mine. I wanted to take a picture of his still hard wet cock. I'm a freak like that sometimes. He didn't like that idea, so I didn't take a pic because I'm a respectful freak.
Later, he pushed me up against the wall in my living room and pushed his wide-headed thick cock into me and we fucked fast. "Fuck...you're tight, boy..." he grunted, hands roughly grabbing and squeezing my ass, breathing hard and fast. I got wetter because, again, I'm a sucka for a vocal muthafucka. He slipped in deeper and yeah he was in really deep. He found that spot, that special sweet spot. "Right there, boy?" He asked and pummeled me there. Fuck. My pussy clenched tightly on his dick as my orgasm hit me like a brick wall. He was like "damn...you got the good shit, boy" and pushed into me hard and rough, like this pussy was his to do with as he damn well please. Right then I felt his dick spasming inside me and it felt incredible. "Ohhh..." Homeboy roared again and fucked me so fast, his crotch slamming into my ass loudly. It felt so deliciously primal: us fucking like crazy in my living room, him shirtless, with his yellow tims' still on, jeans pooled at his ankles. Me, pants and boxers pulled down my thighs, t-shirt hiked up my waist. Rarely does the simultaneous orgasm thing happen in my hook ups, but when it does happen, it's indescribable.
Eventually, he came down to earth. His hands and body relaxed and his dick slipped out of my my mouth. I guess this is the time to share that I love the taste of cum. And there's nothing safe about what we just did, I know. I rarely fuck raw, but I suck raw dicks sometimes and every once in a while, for that special guy, I'll let a dude cum in my mouth or down my throat. With the right dude, this is one of my favorite things about sucking cock. I should also mention that homeboy was still hard as a rock after I took him out of my mouth. I marveled at how wet his cock looked for a moment or two. This is a serious fetish of mine. I wanted to take a picture of his still hard wet cock. I'm a freak like that sometimes. He didn't like that idea, so I didn't take a pic because I'm a respectful freak.
Later, he pushed me up against the wall in my living room and pushed his wide-headed thick cock into me and we fucked fast. "Fuck...you're tight, boy..." he grunted, hands roughly grabbing and squeezing my ass, breathing hard and fast. I got wetter because, again, I'm a sucka for a vocal muthafucka. He slipped in deeper and yeah he was in really deep. He found that spot, that special sweet spot. "Right there, boy?" He asked and pummeled me there. Fuck. My pussy clenched tightly on his dick as my orgasm hit me like a brick wall. He was like "damn...you got the good shit, boy" and pushed into me hard and rough, like this pussy was his to do with as he damn well please. Right then I felt his dick spasming inside me and it felt incredible. "Ohhh..." Homeboy roared again and fucked me so fast, his crotch slamming into my ass loudly. It felt so deliciously primal: us fucking like crazy in my living room, him shirtless, with his yellow tims' still on, jeans pooled at his ankles. Me, pants and boxers pulled down my thighs, t-shirt hiked up my waist. Rarely does the simultaneous orgasm thing happen in my hook ups, but when it does happen, it's indescribable.
"I haven't fucked like that in a long time." He was zipping his dick back into his pants and grabbing his stuff. I smiled. I don't know what you say to something like that. Thank you? I saw him to the door. Call me an asshole, but I'm not really one for post-fuck chat. At the door, he lingered. "So...you have my number." I told him he had mine too. Unexpectedly he leaned in and kissed me...with tongue...and more tongue. I started to get horny again. A good kiss does it to me every time. He stood back and looked at me with this ridiculous smirk on his face, and walked out with a "see ya!" thrown over his shoulder for good measure. Well that muthafuckin tease.
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