Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 14:38:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beginnings: Military Man

Disclaimer: This story features a graphic account of a
good-looking white male who engages in a graphic act
of sex with a handsome African American. If this
activity is illegal where you live, or if you are under
the age of eighteen, you just stop and go do something
else with that thing in your hand. You should be
embarrassed and you could get in trouble. All rights
not ceded to Nifty are reserved by the author.
Copyright 2006 Any_Mouse2003

Beginnings: Military Man

I had an e-mail exchange with an old lover in the
morning. We both have a thing with black guys. he is
more principled than I am. he will only go for the
black guys, and he has elaborate fantasies about what
they do to him.

It rarely happens, but as I said, he is a man of
principle and his libido is pretty strict. Me, on the
other hand, am pretty ecumenical. I prefer men of
color, but any port in a sotrm, you know?  We aren't
getting any younger.

I am a round-heels from way back, with purely
situational morals. I wish I didn't have to work for a
living and was in a position to  wear a little
eyeliner once in a while, and a put a rosy blush on my
cheek as  my legs are being propped on a stalwart set
of shoulders and a hard black cock was shoved where
the sun don't shine.

I said as much in my e-mail, and that got my libido in
top drive when I dropped the note back to you and
thought I had the usual two choices. I would go back
to bed and work myself into a frantic orgasm, mop
myself up and go about the rest of a gentle Sunday.

That is so unsatisfactory, if business-like. So I
jumped on Craigslist, despite the fact that it has
been pretty much a dry hole of late. Too many young
ones, too few tops, so very picky and some danger
emerging with more predators and cops, by report.

Technology is a wonder. They say pornography has
driven all the real break-throughs in information
technology, and Craigslist has given us the capabilty
to go from morning coffee to a dick in the mouth or up
the ass in twenty minutes. That is progress!

Still, I didn't expect much, but sorted for geography
and age and guess what popped up! A 40-something black
guy in the city right next door. He advertised
discrete and married, and there is nothing better than
an almost straight black guy, jamming his cock in
something or other.

I also figure that married means less chance of
disease or other craziness.

We went back and forth exactly three times, didn't
worry about photos, and he was hosting. So, although
there was the usual tightness in the throat and belly
about the danger of walking into a strange place
alone, I headed for his apartment.

I was parking the car, pleasantly surprised by the
affluence of the neighborhood when I got caught with a
business call that hung me up for nearly twenty
minutes.

It made me late, pacing on the street, waving with my
hands as I talked on the little phone, and the thought
that a lover was waiting on the third floor of one of
the buildings was making me almost beside myself.

At length I was able to extricate myself and I walked
down the hill to the building. There was an elevator
and I took it, heart pounding as it always does. This
is risk-taking at its finest, and when the passion is
on me it nearly makes me giddy and faintly nauseous.
The building had no central entrance, just an elevator
and stairs to the exterior walkways.

The elevator rumbled up three floors and I got our,
orienting myself by the unit numbers. I counted the
doors off the breezeway and came to the one he had
told me. I knocked twice, and there was the sound of a
dog barking.,

Suppose it was a prank, someone's maiden aunt? Or a
noxious neighbor who would be fun to mess with? How
embarrassing! Not that it hasn't happened.

It must have only been thirty seconds, but the
doorknob turned and the door swung inward. A small
white dog appeared first, and then a strong back face.


I asked if he was the fake name he had given me, and I
replied with my fake name. He asked me in. I stepped
around the dog, which sniffed me once and then ignored
me. I was in the living room of a small but
well-appointed two bedroom unit.

The place had the woman's touch of a real home. He was
doing a task, and wires hung down from the ceiling
where a new fan was going to go. I looked at him and
was pleased with what I saw.

He was tall, about 6'1", and slim. He had a military
bearing, and wore a sweatpants and shirt with the logo
of a famous Army division. He face was regular, but
darkened in some places as a black man's will over the
years. He was quite handsome.

He asked me to sit down, not bothering to ask if I
wanted anything to drink. He asked if I liked what I
saw, and if I would like to see more. His hands went
to the waistband of his sweats, and he hooked his
thumbs in them.

I must say that when a black man is ready for
something, he doesn't beat around the bush like the
white guys do. I swallowed and said I liked what I saw
very much. I wanted to kiss those full lips, but he
made no move toward me. Instead, he drew the top of
his pants down until the pink tip of his uncircumcised
cock emerged. He was already becoming erect, and as
the pants slid down, he teased me with the length of
his manhood.

He was not massive, but long, perhaps eight inches or
more. It was a lovely thing, and he stood before me
with the sweats down to his thighs and that wonderful
tool, jutting forward. I reached out to caress it, and
it leapt under my stroke. It was the color of rich
chocolate.

"It is a beautiful cock," I said meekly. He stepped
forward and the tip of his cock waved in my face. I
closed my eyes dreamily and opened my mouth, extending
my tongue. He cocked his hips forward and the velvety
tip touched my tongue. I pursed my lips into an "O"
and kissed it.

"Why don't you sit down and get comfortable. Take off
your pants," I said. My voice was husky with desire.

He stepped back and pulled off the pants, leaving his
sweatshirt, socks and sandals on. He positioned a
blanket under his muscular butt, and spread his legs
wide in welcome. He did not ask me to disrobe, and he
did not ask. He took his hands and patted the inside
of this thighs in command.

I leapt to my feet from the couch and fell to my knees
to worship him. Between his thighs I could smell his
musk and the sweat of his project. I opened my mouth
wide and took him in, moistening him as I slowly
worked my way down the long shaft. I could feel him
become engorged. The tip of his cock reached the back
of my throat and I worked my tongue on the soft skin
of the underside of my master's tool.

"Suck that cock. Yes, baby, You suck."

I explored my new toy with saliva and palate. He
tasted delicious. He did not like me deep. "Just the
tip," he said, pulling back. He liked the sensitive
ridge of his helmet to rub gently over my upper teeth,
and I sucked with fervor to keep him in me. I forced
my tongue into his piss-slit and he moaned in
pleasure. I looked up, and rubbed the back of his
thighs and then raised my hand to caress his
testicles.

:Yeah, baby. That's good. That is very good. You use
that tongue. You suck me good."

His wish was my command, and I slurped at him eagerly.
When he wanted to go deep into me, he would grab my
ears, not urgently, just with insistence. I gripped
the length of his shaft that would not fit in my mouth
and began to jack him gently. He liked that, for a
while, as I got a nice rhythm going, hand and mouth
and tongue. I wanted his seed in my mouth, and I
became over-eager. He pushed my face back, and slapped
my cheeks with his cock. I was mesmerized, and tried
to capture it with my mouth.

"I'll tell you when I want to come, bitch, so you sit
on that sweet ass of yours and I will feed you." The
words burned in my ears, and I blushed. I rocked back
off my knees and sat before him, anxious with desire.
He stepped so that he stood with his slim muscular
legs on either side of mine. Looking up, all I could
see was his long dark penis, and then the colorful
shirt and then his dark smoldering eyes. He thrust his
hips forward and the prize was mine again. I gobbled
him down, and then went back to suckling his tip,
applying just enough pressure to force the helmet over
my lips and teeth.

He gasped in pleasure as I thrust the tip of my tongue
against his slit. I could taste the slime of his
pre-cum oozing from it.

"Shit, yeah. You suck good!" he said. Sitting there I
felt so servile and submissive. Yet my tongue made him
mine, in a way. He began to rub the hair on the back
of my head and play with my ears, thrusting. I took
him deep, opening my throat to him in submission. He
planted himself there, his public hair against my
nose, marking his territory.

I must have worked on him for a hald hour or more. It
was heaven.

Holding my ears he began to thrust, dancing with his
cock in my throat. I was giddy when he pulled back and
began to fuck my face slowly in time with the music on
the radio in the background. He began to moan. I
sensed my master was nearing his release, and I
reached up to jack him into my mouth as I tongued him
furiously.

He did not moan when he filled my mouth with his hot
semen. I was surprised but I am a good cocksucker and
I got it all. It was rich warm  and filled my mouth
around him.

Knowing that he would be sensitive after his eruption,
I slowed the frantic motion of my tongue. I milked his
cock, ever so gently, getting every last drop. When I
sensed he was softening, and began to lick him again,
cleaning him thoroughly of his seed.

My jeans were soaked from my pre-cum, and my erection
strained against the denim. But he showed no
inclination to do anything except allow me to worship
his cock. When he was soft again, he still hung six
inches. I kissed the tip once more. Looking up, I said
"How do you like me so far?"

He said, "You suck cock real well. I think I would
like to do that again." He smiled, and stepped away to
pick up his sweats. He was done with me for the
moment. "You said you were looking for a regular fuck
buddy. I think I would like to have you suck my my
dick as often as you want."

"That would make me very happy," I said, and we
exchanged more intimate contact information, now that
he knew he could have a submissive white cocksucker at
his beck and call, and I had a black cock that was not
attached to a thug or a criminal.

He is going to let me know what works for him this
week, and I am hoping that I can get him eventually to
do more to me. I would love to have him in me, bent
over a couch, or with my legs on his shoulders.

If he wanted to pull out and come in my mouth, that
would be fine. If he just wants to have me sit on the
floor and look up at his dark eyes as he pumps his
seed down my throat, that would be fine, too.

I hope he lets me kiss him, when my mouth is still
filled with the taste of his spunk, but that is not
necessary on my side of things.

He showed me to the door, done with me for now. "How
did you like the taste?" he asked. "I've been eating a
lot of fruit."

I ran my tongue along my lips, delighted with the
sweet acrid taste, and way it made my throat
constrict.

"You taste wonderful," I said. I was seeing stars. I
walked out the door and was a few steps away when I
realize I had forgotten my glasses. He was standing
there in the door with them in his hand. "You'll be
needing these," he said with a smile.

"I'll be needing you!" I said. I almost floated down
the steps. As I walked down the walkway to the parking
lot, an African American woman passed me going the
other way. I don't know which unit she was headed to,
and I wondered if my lover was so reckless as to risk
having a middle aged white guy on his floor, his long
black dick down his throat, when his wife walked
through the door.

I smiled at the thought as I walked back to the car.

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