Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2024 10:57:23 -0500
From: Just Looking <18091809d@gmail.com>
Subject: Carribbean Cock

Caribbean Cock

We sped along the patchy and rough road, dodging motorcycles,
pedestrians, and even stray dogs.  The man doing the artful driving was a
solid, dark man in his fifties with slightly graying curly hair.  His
forearms flexed as he moved the wheel of the long passenger shuttle.  It
felt a little strange riding in this big van alone with him, but he told
me that the group he was supposed to pick up from my hotel had
cancelled.  "So just you!" he said, holding up his hand and guiding me
into the air-conditioned van.  I could almost stand up in there and had
my pick of seats, but I chose to sit up near the front.

I sat down and he followed behind me, his arm brushing me as he moved
into his seat.  He smelled good and his bright blue shirt barely
contained his broad shoulders.  "Off we go," he said in a thick accent
and turned over the engine on the newer van. He coughed slightly and
adjusted his crotch.  His long soft cock draped over his left leg and the
outline of it stood out underneath the thin material of his cream-colored
slacks.  "Oh shit! I thought, transfixed, until he caught me looking.
He smiled broadly and waved his finger, "Tsk!" "Tsk!" he said.  I
looked down at my hands, embarrassed.

We rode in silence for several minutes, me watching the scenery and
marveling at how he maneuvered around the endless obstacles, even out on
this part of the remote island, he still had plenty of things to dodge.
"You alone?" he asked, breaking the silence. I think he caught me
sneaking another peak.  "Um, yeah," I said, clearing my throat.  "Solo
vacation," I told him.  He looked at me, his large eyes taking me in,
longer than I thought safe considering he wasn't looking at the road.
"You have fun?" he asked.  "Yeah, this is all right," I told him.  He
laughed and looked at me again, "No! I mean on your trip?" he laughed
again.  "Oh, yeah, it was all right," I replied, a little embarrassed.
"Kind of boring," I admitted.  He glanced at me and took his hand off
the wheel and squeezed his bulge.  My eyes could have bored a hole
through his pants.  "No man, no fun, huh?" he asked.  "I'm sorry.
What?" I asked.  "No man to have fun, right?" he asked again.

"Fuck it, I don't care what this guy thinks or knows," I thought,
knowing in less than a half hour I'd be at the airport and never see him
again.  "Yeah, no man, no fun." I confirmed.   He massaged his bulge.
A long pause until he said, "I like to have fun," he shrugged and
squeezed himself, showing off his now much larger snake.  "You do?" I
asked, a little breathless.  "Come," he beckoned me.  I undid my seat
belt and got on my knees in the aisle and held onto the back of his seat
for support.  "It's okay," he said, glancing down at his crotch.

I reached out and slid my hand over his bulge.  He was hard, and hot, and
amazing, especially after a disappointing week of no sex.  "I'm the
man," he stated.  "Okay," I said, wondering what that meant.  He
looked at me again and said, "I'm the man."  This was weird and I
said, "Yeah, okay you're the man." He smiled and pushed my head down,
and said, "You the woman."  It was starting to make more sense and this
was all moving very quickly.

I closed my mouth around the impression of his cock head.  "Mmmm," he
moaned.  The van shifted back and forth and then turned until then slowed
down to a stop.  When I looked up, I saw that we had pulled off the main
road and were surrounded by a canopy of lush green foliage.  The man left
the engine running and put the van in park.  He undid his seat belt,
which caused me to back away from him while he got out of his seat.
"Move," he ordered me.  I moved back into the aisle of the van. He
stood above me and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular,
black chest with a fine layer of curly hair.  "Strip," he told me.  I
nodded and quickly shed my shirt and pants and sat on the rubber mat of
the aisle.  He kicked his loafers off and then slid his pants down,
pulling himself over the elastic of his white briefs.  He bent his knees
and swung his large cock and heavy balls back and forth.  I smiled and
his deep island laughter filled the van.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, invitingly.  He moved closer
to me and grabbed the top of my head with a fistful of hair and pulled me
forward.  His cock slapped my face.  I sucked the head in, and he pushed
it until it hit the back of my throat.  I moaned and pulled back to
reseat him, changing my angle, and drenching him with spit.  He pulled me
on to him and his cock slipped into my throat.  He said something in his
native tongue.  He liked being deep-throated, something I imagine every
man on every continent likes.

I pulled back and blinked the tears out, a natural reaction to having him
so deep.  He wiped them off my cheek and watched me as I bobbed up and
down on the fat head filling my mouth.  He held my gaze as I pleased
him.  "I'm the man," he said, and beat his chest.  He pulled his cock
out and stood over me, stroking himself.  "You're fucking hot..." I
started to tell him, but he cut me off.  "Be the woman," he said.  I
knew what to do.  "Show me," he said and twirled his hand for me to
roll over.  I rolled over, wedged between the seats, my knees settling
into the rubber mat of the aisle.  "Show me your pussy!" he laughed.
His bare foot brushed my cheek, and he ran his big toe up my crack.  I
wiggled against him, and he pressed his toe against my hole.  "Fuck,
mon!" he hissed.  I was ready to be his woman.

I reached back and pulled apart my cheeks, my view blocked by the seats
on either side of me.  "Okay?" I asked.  He toyed with my hole for a
few moments and then he moved down and settled against me.  He spit on
his hand, and I felt his thick fingers pushing against me.  "Need it
wet!" he said in his island lilt.  "Mmmm!" I moaned.  He spit again,
hitting the bullseye and then his finger slipped into me.  "Aw fuck!" I
moaned and pushed back on him.  I felt his long cock brushing my cheek as
he squatted behind me. He slapped it against me, still wet with spit, and
sawed his finger in and out of me until the spit wore off, but I was
getting so hot and wanted him in me.  "Fuck my pussy?" I asked. He
grunted in my ear.  "I got stuff," I told him.  He paused and then got
off of me.  I got up and grabbed my duffle bag which had been on a seat
near me. I glanced at the man with the monster cock who was about to fuck
me.  I quickly rifled through my bag until I found the tube of sex lube,
which sadly, hadn't even been opened on this trip. "Here," I said and
thrust it at him, and then quickly got back on all fours, submitting
myself to him.

He gripped my shoulder with his greasy hand and holding me tight he
pushed inside me.  "Ohmygodfuck!" I exclaimed, not quite ready for
him.  He didn't slow down, pushing himself deep in me.  I fell forward,
my chest hitting the aisle of the van and I blinked away more tears.  I
held onto the cold, metal seat brackets. He held me tightly and kept
pushing, slowly but unrelenting, forcing me apart and making me feel
fuller than I'd ever felt.  "Ohfuck! Ohfuck! Ohfuck!" I kept moaning
and grunting.  Once he'd bottomed out, he exhaled, and then he started
to fuck me, at first slow and shallow and then deep and hard for several
minutes.  I accepted my fate as his fuck toy and let him use me, trying
to grip onto him, but mostly hanging onto the bars to keep me from
getting plowed up the aisle of the van.  Finally, he slowed down and his
arm closed around my chest. He pulled me up with him deep inside and
draped me over the seat I was riding in at the beginning of the trip.
"Hold on," he said, and I held onto the seat, tightly.

His strong hands held my hips, and he fucked me against the seat in deep,
hard thrusts.  "I'm the man," he grunted. "You're the man!" I
moaned over and over, and he replied in moans and grunts of pleasure.  I
couldn't take it much longer and I told him I needed to cum.  "Don't
cum!" he hissed in my ear.  "I have to I can't stop!" I begged.  He
pulled me back off the seat and then reached around me and pushed a
button.  The sliding door opened on the van and my bare front was met
with a blast of hot, humid air.  He held me right in front of the open
door and commanded, "Cum!" I moaned a loud, effeminate moan and then I
blasted several arcs of cum out the van door and onto the trees and
leaves that crowded the side of the van.  My pulsing grip set him off and
he pushed inside me hard, clamping me against him with his strong arms,
hard enough to pull me off my feet.  A roar and I knew he was cumming
deep inside me.  I rode him for the next several minutes, or rather he
rode me, feeling him push and pull and swell inside me until he set me
down.  I grabbed the handrails with both hands to keep from toppling out
of the van out the open door.

He led me tight, his long prick still buried in me.  I folded over a
little and watched the sweat from my forehead drip down onto the steps
leading out of the van.  He didn't move to pull out and I was too tired
and weak to do anything, the heat now sapping my energy. His grip
loosened and he massaged my shoulders.  I moved slightly, and he
whispered, "No, no, stay there..."  His hands traced down my body,
pulled at my nipples, slid over my belly, and then closed around my spent
cock. He squeezed it gently, producing a bead of cum which he fed to me
and then did it again until I was dry.  "I like your pussy," he
whispered.  "Thanks," I cooed and gave him a weak squeeze. With the van
door open, the air conditioning of the van couldn't keep up and it was
starting to feel like a sauna.  The sweat streamed off my forehead and
pooled below me.  "You like fucking," he stated.  I nodded that I did,
very aware that he was still in me and that was getting hard again.
"Will fuck you more," he informed me.  I nodded, submissive and ready.
He reached around me and pressed the button to close the door.

The van door started to close.  I gripped onto the safety handles. He
pulled his now hard cock almost all the way out, and just as the door
closed, he slid in to the hilt, taking me up onto my toes. The van door
closed just as I cried out, "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuck!!"