From: actfrpagr@aol.com (ActFrPaGr)
Subject: Story:  Black Salesman (m/m, piss)
Date: 22 Mar 1997 15:38:26 GMT

This story was sent to me by a friend.  If you find male/male watersports
objectionable, then don't read this story.  If you read this story and are
offended, then it is your fault and don't get mad at me.  Afterall, I
warned you,


Black Salesman

I had taken the day off to do things around the house.  Actually I took
the day off because I couldn't stand another day in the office.  I could
sleep late and still get a lot done.  I was wearing my usual hot weather
uniform, old Levi shorts, T-shirt, and sandals.  I had just finished my
second cup of
coffee and was thinking about cleaning out the refrigerator.  I make it a
policy to throw away anything I can't recognize.

 The doorbell rang.  I wasn't expecting anyone.  It was either a religious
zealot or a kid selling raffles tickets.  Oh, well, I  always was a soft
touch.  I went to the door.

There he was in all of his glory.  Beautiful dark black skin, with not a
flaw.  A neatly trimmed mustache and short kinky hair.  Dress slacks and a
white shirt and a tie.  What was most amazing, he was wearing a sport
coat, even in this heat.  When it is this hot so early in the morning, you
know it's going to be a scorcher.  And a briefcase topped off the outfit.

Normally I give sales people short shrift.  But I was mesmerized.  Had I
adequately prepared to protect my loved ones, he wanted to know.  I didn't
tell him that my "loved ones" were an old black cat and a teddy bear with
a leather vest.  

I let him in and offered him a chair.  A cup of coffee; No thanks.  A
glass of water; Yes, please.  I went into the kitchen and filled a large
tumbler with water and ice.  He downed it in one gulp. Then he began to
tell me about his program to protect my loved ones in case of my demise. 
I was enthralled, but not with his insurance plan.  

We sat next to each other on the sofa, with his brochures spread on the
coffee table.  He was sweating profusely, but never noticed as he gave his
presentation.  I asked if he would be more comfortable with his coat off. 
He thanked me and slipped it off.  I casually took it and placed it on a
far chair.  As he sat back down, I noticed that he was not wearing an
undershirt and that two sharp points punctuated his shirt.  They stood
erect and seemed to get more so as he continued to talk.  As we talked our
knees accidentally touched.  He did not react, either positive or
negative.  

As I reached over to pick up a brochure my hand brushed against his knee. 
It stayed there for several seconds.  He smiled quickly and made no
attempt to remove it.  I could have sworn that I saw a bulge grow in his
pants.  Maybe it was my imagination.  Then I picked up the brochure and
became very interested in benefits.  I could see some real benefits in
pursuing this discussion.  

He asked if he could use the bathroom.  I got up and showed him where it
was, even though it would have been just as easy to say, down the hall. 
This apartment is too small to get lost in.  I noticed that he left the
door halfway open as he stood in front of the toilet.  He unbuttoned his
pants
and pulled out the longest blackest cock I have ever seen.  He seemed to
know that I was watching, listening.  He was not embarrassed, but neither
did he encourage me.  I could hear a strong full stream as it hit the
water in the toilet bowl.  Why does the sound of a full head of piss
excite me?

He came out and returned to the couch and his presentation.  I chose to
sit in a chair opposite the sofa.  As he continued to explain the benefits
of his company, I began to pass my hands gently down my legs and across my
stomach.  He finally did notice, but still did not acknowledge what was
happening.  

I suggested a beer.  He seemed taken aback, but then said that would be
good.  It was very hot, he commented.  I went into the kitchen and
returned with two frosty bottles.  As I handed one to him, our hands
touched.  He put the bottle to his lips and tilted it up, and I could hear
it gurgling down
his throat.  

He asked to use the bathroom again, saying that the beer had gone right
through him.  This time I felt really brazen.  I said, "Let me help you." 
I led him into the bathroom and kneeled in front of him.  I unbuttoned his
pants and felt for that big black fire hose.  There it was.  Even soft it
was
huge.  I pulled it out and placed it on my lips.

"OK, go ahead and let it go,"  I said.  Nothing happened.  

"I've never done anything like this.  Besides, I can't pee when I'm
excited."  I could feel it get slightly harder.

I encouraged him to relax and not think about me.  I held his cock gently
in my mouth, so that he would relax.  Suddenly my mouth was filled with
the steaming liquid, so sweet and tasty.  I swallowed as fast as I could,
but some ran down my chin.  

As the stream slowed, I reached down and unbuttoned my own shorts and
pulled them down.  He reached his hand down and ran it gently over my cock
and under it to my balls.  He seemed questioning.  I said, "Is this a
first?"  He nodded and said nothing.  My cock was rising quickly, but
nothing like his.  

After the wonderful stream of hot piss was finished, his cock became rock
hard and I started sucking rhythmically.  Finally I said, "This is kind of
cramped quarters."  We got as far as the hallway, where his pants came all
the way off.  We stretched out in front of the bathroom door, head to
foot.

He hesitantly took my cock in his mouth, then became more enthusiastic. 
We fell into a rhythm, getting closer, then backing off.  Soon I heard a
growl, beginning low in his stomach, then rising.  At the same time he got
even harder and began pumping and squirming.  Suddenly my mouth was filled
with warm cream as he shot load after load down my waiting throat.  Soon I
followed.  I was surprised that he never hesitated to take it.  Then we
fell back in an exhausted heap.  

"I do need to pee again.  I don't suppose you would be interested in that
again."  Of course I would, as one more smaller stream of golden glory
filled my throat.  Then he got dressed and put his brochures back in the
briefcase.  "Thanks for the drink.  Let me know if you ever need any life
insurance."