Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 14:07:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Military Man 2

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Gay Male/interracial/Military Man 2

Our second encounter was quite delicious, and here is
the blow-by-blow, so to speak. I arrived a few minutes
early, my stomach churning. We have not exchanged
phone numbers, and though I checked my e-mail before I
slipped out of the office, I could not tell if his
live-in had returned unexpected, and who , or would
greet me on the fourth floor of his building.

I had e-mailed him again after a second appointment
had fallen through. He apparently only had access to
the internet for sexual matters when she was out of
the apartment. I hoped he really liked the way I
served him, and was willing to try once more to see if
I could be with him.

It was sort of touching, the way he was handling this
venture into homosexuality. He said he only discovered
recently that guys give better head than women.

"Duh," I would have told him primly. "It takes owning
one to know how to suck one."

I wondered, too, if I could entice him to the next
level, and get him to bend me over some piece of
furniture and fuck me like a dog. I had a condom and a
small tube of lubricant just on the off chance. I
think he is still too straight in his mind, and this
is only our second encounter after all, but a boy
needs to be prepared just in case something good comes
up.

The thought of him buried in me up to the hilt with
his girlfriend walking in the door made my stomach
knot. Would she try to kill me? Or make me lick her
pussy, which might make me sick.

I knocked softly on his door after a short drive
across town from the Aquarium, and heard the yipping
of the small white dog. I wondered if there was any
significance to that, some preference to dominating
something small and white, the last time I was here.

That was one of those visits where anything at all can
lurk behind the door, trouble, pain, or great delight.

I knew that there could be trouble if the coast were
not clear. I had played a line through my mind about
what might happen if it was not he who opened the
door, but I did not have to worry.

The door swung open, and I handed him the menu that
some Chinese restaurant had stuck in his door.
"Delivery Boy," I said with a smile of relief. "Meals
on Wheels."

He smiled. he was wearing the sweatshirt of a Big Ten
University that I knew well. We waved me in, taking
the menu and placing it on the counter. I was pleased
that he had gone to a good school, and had been a
military man.

He was used to discipline, both dishing it out and
taking it. He wasted absolutely no time.

"On your knees," he said, and I dropped immediately in
compliance, opening my mouth in anticipation, looking
up in desire and raw hunger.

I did not remove a stitch of clothing. I wore a fine
merino sweater and thick silver chain that I had
shortened to a length that rested just above my
collarbones, almost like a silver collar. The wool of
the sweater caressed emphasized my chest, and my black
slacks and highly-polished tasseled pumps made me look
like the supplicant I was to his towering presence.

I wanted to look good for him, as he looked down on
me. my blue-green eyes looking up, framed by sliver
and black.

Stepping toward me, he peeled down the waistband on
his athletic pants. I gasped, though I had seen and
sucked this magnificent black piece of meat.

Un-aroused he hung at least seven inches, possibly
more. Certainly more than I could take without him
down my esophagus. I breathed deeply of his musk, and
of soap and of something else.

"I fucked yesterday, so I want you to be extra
thorough when you suck my black cock. Swallow that
woman juice off me. I'm just getting over the flu,
too, so you may be at it a while."

Eager to do his bidding, I first licked him down one
side and then the other to moisten the monster. Then I
plunged into my work.

He was not yet fully hard, but stiffening. I got as
much of his shaft in my mouth as I could, and then
slowly pulled back, moistening and tonguing him. I
knew he liked he crest of his manly helmet to rake
gently across my teeth, and then I set to work. I
reached up to jack him a few strokes to full rampant
erection, but he swiped my hand away and pulled back
out of my mouth, leaving me gasping like a fish he
slapped me across the face with that massive tool,
gently but firmly..

"Just your mouth, slut. Work it!"

He permitted me to caress his balls, though, and to
gently finger the area of his shaft just behind that
sweet sack, and then he let me take that beautiful
cock again.

Up and down, alternately sucking and licking, I
pleased him.

"Hell, yeah!" he moaned, and shuddered when I pulled
back and explored his piss-hole as deep as I could,
and then plunged down the length of that mighty took,
sucking as I drew back.

"Hell, yeah!" he said, again, and cupped my ears with
his hands, and began to actively fuck my lips. I
rolled my eyes up at him. He had removed his
sweatshirt and stood in just a black rayon wife beater
shirt. His head was back, in his won world of
pleasure, connected to me through the thrust of his
hips and the sensitive flesh of his manhood.

I was giddy from the smell of him, and the taste of
his pre-cum that mixed with my spittle and coated my
jaw. I don't know how long he used me like that. I
closed my eyes and became his rhythm and his need.
There was music in the background, jazz of some kind,
and there were at least five songs that played, from
end to the beginning of his shuddering climax.

As I felt him begin to erupt, I pulled back until just
the head of his cock was in my lips. I wanted all the
taste of him on my tongue. I'm a greedy bitch, I know,
but it seemed to serve his pleasure, and three thick
ropes of jism flooded my eager mouth. I kept a gentle
but firm suction on him as he spurted again, and then
held my ground until he returned to the world, and the
sensitivity of his cock lessened.

Then I went to back to slurping him clean, muttering
as I licked that I loved that monster in my mouth, and
his cum in my belly. He gradually softened until I had
him all in my mouth, and my forehead rested against
his strong belly, and my nose was in his public hair.

When he was done, and no sooner, he pulled away. He
stepped back and pulled up his athletic shorts and
looked around for his sweatshirt.

"You are one fine cocksucker," he said. "Damn, you
are."

"Thank you," I said softly. "Thank you for giving me
the pleasure to suck your cock."

He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and pointed
toward the door. "Clockwise," he said, turning his
hand as though he was turning a lock. "And I am home
alone Sunday night after six. If I don't fuck
tomorrow, I might have a really good-sized load for
you."

"I'll try to make it," I said, wondering if Albert
from the moving company was going to stop by after
church, expecting lunch and a speedy fuck. I wondered
if I was cocksucker enough to keep two African
American men happy simultaneously.

The grant I had been working on at the Aquarium was
nearly expired, and I did not know if it would be
renewed. It was possible that I would have plenty of
time to find out, or even expand my circle of cocks.

I turned the lock counterclockwise, as he had told me,
and moments later I was at the elevator. I brushed
some dog hair off my knees, and when I got out on the
ground floor, there was a white sedan at the curb with
a black woman sitting at the wheel. The music was
playing loudly, and I wondered if she was waiting for
something in particular, like a white cocksucker to
leave her house after pleasing her man.

I wondered about that all the way back to the car.
Maybe it is too weird to screw around with married
men, even if they have the tastiest semen, and the
biggest and proudest of penises.

I don't know. But I do know that I will definitely be
on my knees to him again, and eager to do it. I hope
my lust for his cock does not lead to breaking up his
relationship.

But what the hell. He is a big boy, and he has the
cock to prove it.

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