| There was this muscular, puppy dog looking dude with dreadlocks who I remember giving head to last year when I was seeing Ed. I was in my room. I could see the white dude in the room across the hallway from me. He was on the skinny side, on his hands and knees, ass to the door. A lot of people saw him and went in. A lot of them just felt his ass and moved on. Muscular puppy dog dude did the same. Grabbed his dick, felt his ass, walked out. I took matters into my own hands when I saw him and motioned for him to come over to me. I gave him head again. It felt so good. It’s been such a long time since I have had a nice, good piece of dick in my mouth. The sun was setting and I had a room with a window which was open to let some much needed ventilation in the room (that joint can get unbelievably hot sometimes). By the time we laid in the bed doing a 69, me jagging him off and sucking his balls, he grabbed some lube and proceeded to hand fuck me. He messaged it all over my ass. Like half the bottle. I could feel the sun. He murmured. “Damn, look at that pretty brown ass of yours… glistening in the sun”, then gave it a good hearty smack. I have been masturbating to that scene ever since. Then he fucked me, and I was a step away from crying it felt so good. After it was over we gave each other dap, tapped each other’s closed fists. He said, “I don’t know if you noticed but I needed that.” “Yeah, it was cool” I said. Then opened the door for him and laid back on my bed. I KNEW I wanted more, a phone number, a name, a conversation, in the very least an opportunity to do it again with him. But it was Ed. He was working on my subconscious. The thought of carrying anything… ANYTHING with me out the doors of that place again was not an option. No matter how much he smacked my "pretty brown ass glistening in the sun." Later on, this very tall Jamaican cat with the smoothest dick came in my room. He kept asking me questions. There’s this huge test tube dick in my mouth and he’s asking, “So you big guys like to get fucked don’t you.” I pull it out. “Yeah. All the time.” I put it back in. “How can you tell, walking down the street, who likes to get fucked and who doesn’t.” I pull it out. “Well, honest and direct is always good. You just strike up a conversation. Try to lean the conversation towards that direction. If he’s not biting. Just let it go.” I put it back in. “How long have you been doing this? You have any regrets?” I pull it out. “Since I was about 17. I think everybody, no matter what they do, has had some questionable experiences, but as for this, it is what it is. And I’m pretty cool with it,” I put it back in. “Do you think Condelezza Rice was circumventing questions regarding the U.S.’s warnings about Bin Laden before 9/11?” I pull it out. “Hey, how about you fuck me?” But he was so tall, and my pretty, brown glistening ass was so low. So off he went on more fact finding adventures. I made a note to myself to burn all my Wycelf Jean CD’s. Then this short white skinned dude came in my room. I couldn’t tell if he was white, or Mexican, or European. I just appreciated the fact that he didn’t want to kiss or talk, just stick his 10.5 inches up in me. After Puppy Dog Dread guy I was pretty sore back there so this dude was doing some damage. I was shaking and moaning like crazy and he just kept pumping and pumping and pumping like an oil well. Slow, steady, methodically, it was driving me crazy. I don’t think I’ve been fucked that long at such a slow pace. It was all together a different sensation. He wasn’t trying to get off. He wasn’t trying to fuck, he was trying to enjoy all of this ass for as long as he could. And as much as I wanted him to ram me, he just plowed on as if he had a higher purpose and all the time in the world to do it… I came twice while he was in me. A couple of weeks later Ed asked when was the last time I went to the bathhouse. And I told him the truth. I didn’t go into any of what I did. But I did add the note, “I tried to get you over here and you missed out.” |
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