Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 23:04:37 -0800
From: Jack Spade <bareblackbytch@gmail.com>
Subject: Good Enough (gay/interracial)

I won't lie.  I was bored.

Sure, he had fucked me before.   He was one of my favorite tops, actually -
for years, we had met at my place every week or two for a fuck session - me
sucking his cock before he bent me over, rimmed my hole and fucked me
before dumping a load in my ass.  Every so often he kissed me, but insisted
on finishing with me on my back, mounting me and kissing me like his
(ex-)wife.  Sometimes he sucked my cock a bit, or tried to jack me off
while he thrust into me.

But as he clumsily tried to work my lips open with his tongue, even though
my hole was gripping at his cock and trying to milk the cum out of him, my
mind was wandering.

It used to be good enough.  But it wasn't anymore.  He didn't last long
enough.  He didn't have the stamina to keep going long enough to truly get
me off.  He needed me to hold my legs because he wasn't strong enough to do
it for a long length of time.  And his cock - it was nice, and it filled my
hole and left a nice load inside of it - which he usually felched out
afterward - but.. it wasn't enough.  Not anymore.

Not since I fell in love with big black cock.  Not since a black man put me
on my knees and didn't tell me to suck his cock - he shoved it deep on the
first try.  He didn't ask, he took.  My mouth took it, then my throat took
it, because it had no choice.  He didn't go for my cock, he went for my
hair to make sure I stayed on that cock - but it was so delicious, and the
feeling of submission so great, you couldn't have pried me off my knees if
you tried.

But he did, because my mouth was just the appetizer for that thick cock.
And yes, I'd get rimmed - and that tongue knew EXACTLY how to pry my hole
open and make it just flower for him, ready to accept what was next.  And
whether it was or not, it was going to - because that cock was coming, and
oh does it ever.  BBC doesn't fill my hole - it STRETCHES my hole, forcing
it to accept it inside, deeper than anything else can go, deep enough to
hurt, and make me scream, then hurt so fucking good, and make me scream as
it causes me to moan in anguish and bliss.

"FUCK YEAH, I'M CUMMING!" screamed the top as he thrust one more time,
pulling at my legs and grinding his cock as deep as he could go.  I felt it
pulse and drop one, two, maybe three shots of cum inside me.  He was done.
I wasn't even close.  I rolled over to keep him from my cock and let him
lick out what he had shot inside.  It felt good.  But not good enough.

As he dressed and got ready to leave, another successful fuck in his books,
we made small talk, but I wasn't even thinking about him.  I was thinking
about the man that I met moving here that introduced me to the true joys of
BBC.  I thought of the four men I had serviced at the bathhouse, one of
which nearly broke me to nothing before taking me to heaven.  I think of
the athlete with the chiseled body that pounds my hole and leaves a huge
load deep in me.  I think of all of them.

And once I hear the door close, I immediately grab my phone and start
texting them.

Because only BBC is good enough.

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