Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2022 14:43:07 GMT
From: rore_bln@freenet.de
Subject: my hunger for colored dicks... Part 1

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I'm already in my late fifties, but my hunger for black cock hasn't
diminished. i'm still very fit and good looking for my age, and actually
still have success with younger men.


i was born and raised in germany and unfortunately there were hardly any
black men in our country in the 70s, but then the "guest workers" came
from the south-eastern european countries. a school friend lived in the
neighbouring village and there was a large timber factory where many
turks, romanians and also some north africans worked and lived. And as in
the beginnig their wives and familys where still in their country. my
schoolmate often came to my house after school because his parents always
had to work long hours. in the summer holidays he invited me to his house
for the first time. he lived very close to the timber factory. as my
parents thought it was too dangerous to cycle, i took the train, as it
was only one stop away.
i was just 13 years old, wheat-blond hair, blue-green eyes with a few
pounds overweight, but not fat. so i took the train to his place. i had
his address, but i didn't know exactly where it was. i just knew
somewhere behind the factory. i noticed the many dark-skinned men on the
train ride, it was shortly after 1 pm and i found out later that there
was a shift change at 2 pm. i already had my first sexual experiences at
that time, also with older men and i was just licking, sucking and
swallowing their hot sperm, and without knowing what it was i knew as a
young boy that i was gay.


I was aroused by the many dark-skinned men with their bushy mustaches,
but since I was very shy, I tried not to look at them. I looked
alternately out of the window or at the ground, but somehow my gaze
always got stuck in there crotch. unfortunately, the train ride only
lasted 10 minutes and i got off together with the many workers. I knew I
had to walk around the factory to get to his parents' house, so I set
out, the slip of paper with his address in my hand. i stayed at the
factory gate for a while and watched the men disappear into the factory.
I ran and looked for the street where he lived, but I couldn't find the
street sign. so I walked around a bit lost. at the end of the factory
there was a very large house. some dark-skinned men were standing in
front of the house, talking and smoking. naive as I was back then, I ran
over there and asked if anyone knew where the street was. Most didn't
understand what I wanted because they spoke little or no German. one of
the group said" come, come, colleague definitely knows" he said in very
broken German. he put his hand on my shoulder and led me into the house,
which turned out to be the accommodation for the "guest workers". on the
one hand i was a bit scared, but also curious. we went to the 1st floor
and he knocked on a room door before we went in. a small room with 2
beds, metal lockers, a fidge, sink and little oven, a sofa, two chairs
and a table. 2 turks sat on the sofa, drank tea and smoked. the guy who
brought me into the house spoke to one of the men. the older of the two
then asked me in not really good German what I was looking for. I gave
him the slip of paper with the address, but he couldn't really help me
either.

I was about to leave when he asked me if I wanted a glass of tea. before
I could answer he poured a glass. I thanked him. "come sit here" he said
in broken german. his buddy got up and left the room with the guy who had
brought me in. "come sit on the sofa" he sat down next to me i noticed
the smell of male sweat and smoke. he started asking me questions about
where I came from and what I wanted to do here. I told him that I wanted
to visit a friend from school and couldn't find the street. he was
definitely well over 40, very dark skined, slim with the first gray hair
and an almost white moustache. since i had never drunk tea before and i
didn't notice how strong the tea was due to the amount of sugar i got a
little nervous and shaky. "Tea too strong" he asked and I nodded my head.
I was actually about to leave, but he got up and got me a glass of orange
juice from the fridge. He sat down next to me again but this time closer
and a bit across so he could watch me better. "You beautiful hair". at
that time i had longer, curly hair. He started stroking my hair. Since it
was midsummer, I was only wearing short, tight sports pants, a t-shirt
and sandals. His touch excited me and since I was already quite well
developed "down there" you could see immediately that I got a bulge in my
shorts that couldn't be overlooked, which of course he didn't miss. I
turned red in the face. "you like?" my mouth was totally dry and i
couldn't answer, instead i nodded briefly. he came closer and now he
caressed me with both hands. I was excited and scared at the same time.
meanwhile there was also a damp spot on my shorts. "What that?" I
shrugged.

he was only wearing a t-shirt and baggy long underwear. I furtively
glanced at his crotch and could see a bulge on him too. "You know man's
dick?" I nodded slightly. "you know turkish cock?" I shook my head and
suddenly he stood up took my hand and put it on his bulge. I felt
something not too long but thick. "you want to see?" I nodded. he stood
in front of me and just pulled his underpants down. what i could see was
a relatively short but very thick, trimmed, almost black cock in a jungle
of hair. his thick glans was wet and shiny. since he was hardly 20 cm in
front of me, i immediately noticed this manly smell, which still excites
me to this day. I was petrified and could only stare spellbound at his
cock. the dryness in my mouth was gone. he just took my hand and led it
to his cock.. "you like it?" I could only nod. "you feel whole!" his tone
became a little more demanding. I now took both hands and began to jerk
off unintentionally. his glans was getting wetter. "you lick?" and
without waiting for an answer i had his cock on my lips. His hands were
now behind my head and he increased the pressure and pressed on my lips.

I opened my mouth and without hesitation he pushed his cock into my
mouth. it tasted of piss, precum and a little bit of soap. with his
strong hands he pushed my head onto his.cock as far as it would go. I
could hardly breathe because his dick was very fat. he started fucking my
mouth very easily and every time he pulled out a bit i could breathe. I
was so excited now and realized how much I enjoyed his face fuck. He must
have noticed that and his fuck thrusts became faster and deeper. as soon
as I got used to it, he became more and more violent and began to moan
loudly. Without warning, he pressed my head as hard as he could on his
cock and I could feel his hot sperm pouring into my throat. I couldn't
help it and had to swallow. But it was also a decent charge that he shot
down my throat. when he was finally done and he pulled out his still
stiff cock i could finally taste his juice. It was love at first sip.....
we hadn't even noticed that a buddy of his was standing in the door the
whole time watching us. "my turk" shouted something in his direction and
the mate closed the door. he pulled up his pants and sat down next to me
again. "you like?" I just nodded... "You coming back?" and again I could
only nod. "You go now" I said goodbye and when I left he said "I'll be on
early duty next week, you'll come after 3 p.m." I asked which day and he
smirked "every day you want, if not there ask for mustafa" i left and
found i had a large wet spot and bulge in my pants. so i couldn't go to
my boyfriend, instead i ran to the train station to take the next train
back. when I was standing on the platform, I saw the buddy who was
watching us from a distance. in the train he sat down opposite me and
during the journey he didn't say a word, his hand kept gripping his
crotch.... he got off with me and followed me at a distance.... on my way
home i had to go through a small forest....

and if you are interested i will be happy to tell you about it and how i
was in the "home for foreigners" more and more over time....