Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 02:07:53 -0400
From: aryk2001@hotmail.com
Subject: Cedar Point Black Guy

*********************************DISCLAIMER***********************************
This is a true story, the characters in it are real, but with changed
names.  This story contains sexual nature people of mixed ethnic
backgrounds. If you have any discomfort in reading this story then I have a
question, and a solution. My question is, why are you in this section of
stories if you don't enjoy them, and my solution is to leave. Thank you**
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Basics- My name is Andrew, I'm 17, 5'11 150 pounds, brown hair and brown
eyes, and I live in Waterford, MI.

Now....On to the story

Me and My friend Scott are both in love with Rollercoasters. The thrill of
being pulled around at high speeds is very appealing to me. Well as many of
you who know about Cedar Point, they just released a new rollercoaster this
year called, "Top Thrill Dragster." Which is the tallest fastest roller
coaster in the world.... well for now anyway. My friend Scott hadn't ridden
the ride before, and he wanted to take the just-under-three-hour drive to
go. So we planned to leave on a friday night, get a hotel, and go saturday
and sunday. We drove down and stayed at our hotel, then we left for the
park the next morning. It so fun when your driving on to the peninsula,
because you can see all the roller coasters, and its just a beautiful
view. So after avoiding the parking lot attendants who were trying to tell
us to park WAY in the back, we drove up near the front and found an empty
spot. Once we got into the park, we got in line for the "Raptor," which is
an amazing ride. Then we got on some other rides, and half way through the
day, after getting off "Millenium Force", Scott wanted to go on, "Top
Thrill Dragster." I was dreading standing in line for this one because its
such a long line. I think the sign said 3 and a half hour wait. But being
as its such a rush, I decided to go on it. Me and Scott were waiting in
line, and talking about where we wanted to sit. Well he wanted to sit in
the very front of the ride, in which there is another line that you have to
wait in to get the front seat. And I wanted to ride in the very back. So we
decided I would ride in back then get off and wait for him at the exit of
the ride. Now let me take a minute to explain this ride to those of you who
have no clue what I am talking about.

	***This ride is the tallest and fastest rollercoaster in the
world. Hell its not even called a roller coaster, its called a
stratacoaster, because it exceeds 400 feet. Anyway, what it does is, you
get on it, then the train leaves the station and then it stops before a
light post. The light post has 4 lights on it. The first three are yellow,
then the last one is green. Then all of a sudden the lights light up, and
it goes, yellow-yellow-yellow-green. Once the green light lights up, you
launch straight forward, going from 0 to 120 miles per hour in under four
seconds. Then you go straight up (90 degree angle 420 ft.) -a 90 degree
twist to the side- go over the top- then go straight back down with a 270
degree twist, then you eventually slow down and stop. ***

Okay, anyway, we got up near the station, and Scott veered off into the
front seat line, and I stayed in the same line. I was looking around
checking out everything, and everyone for that matter, and I turned around
and there was this big muscular black guy standing behind me.

He had on a wife beeter, which clung to his muscles like a second layer of
skin. I guess I had a weird look on my face, cause he started staring at
me. "First time on this ride?" he asked.

"Actually, no, I've been on it before."

"Oh, this is my first time and I am getting really nervous about going on
it," he said.

"You'll be alright, its not as bad as it looks."

He let out a short nervous laugh, which I couldn't help to smile about.
After all I was just as nervous the first time I rode it.

"So who are you here with?" he asked.

I told him that I was here with Scott, and how Scott was waiting in line
for the front seat.

"Oh, I'm here with a couple of friends, but they refused to go on this
ride, so I decided I would go on it anyway."

"That sucks, you don't have anyone to ride with," I said carelessly.

"Well actually if you don't mind......can I ride with you?" he asked. "DING
DING DING," I thought. "Hell, I don't care," I said. We kept making small
talk and he told me his name was Jerome and that he was from Detroit, and
that he was 26, and blah blah blah.

	Well anyway, we got inside the station, and he kept looking at the
ride, and I could tell he was regretting getting in line. After waiting
about 15 more minutes, we were finally sitting down in the very back
seat. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said nervously. "Trust me,
you'll be fine," I said.

He gave me this wierd look right after I said, "trust me." He seemed a
little more at ease though, so I didn't pay it any attention. We sat down,
and buckled up, and pulled down our lap bars. Suddenly he blurted out,
"FUCK." "What," I said. "This damn lab bar is crushing my nuts." I kind of
laughed it off and said, "Well at least you know your stuck in the seat."
"Yeah thats true," he said. The ride left the station then stopped.

I told him to keep his head back against the seat that way his head won't
smack the head rest when we launch. "Thanks for the tip," he said. The
lights started to light up, and he grabbed my hand, and squeezed really
really hard. Before I could say anything, though, we launched. The next
thing I could actually see, was the entire park from the top of the hill. I
looked over at Jerome, and then I felt him pull my hand up above my
head. "Put your hands up," he screamed. Then the next thing I knew, we were
twisting while going down, and then slowing down.

	We got off the ride, and he was telling me how much fun it was, and
how awesome the ride is, and how he has to get his friends to ride it. I
stopped him from talking and said, "PICTURES." "Awww shit," he said while
doing a slight, thuggish nod, with his head. We went into the photo shop,
and looked at our pictures. The way the cameras are set up on this ride, is
that it takes two pictures. One right after you launch, and one after you
come back down the hill. In both pictures, Jerome was holding my hand. " I
gotta buy this, are you getting one," he asked. " I want to, but Scott has
my money being as i have no pockets. He smiled at me then went to the
counter to buy the picture. I went and sat down at on a bench, and a little
while later Jerome walked up and handed me a picture. "Whats this?" I
asked. "You said you wanted one, didn't you?" "Yeah....thank you." "No
prob," he said. He sat down beside me, and we just kept on talking and
talking. Then Jerome asked me a question that kind of caught me off
guard. "Are you into niggahz?" I kind of just stopped my train of thought,
and looked at him. "Yeah," I said.

"Good....then you don't mind if I do this?" he then leaned toward me and
lightly brushed his lips against mine." "Nope" I said with a slight grin on
my face." "I like you and all, but I gotta tell you, that rush I got off
that ride has got my dick hard, and I wanna fuck."
	"Uh, I kinda can't do that, being as I have to wait for Scott to
get off the ride." "Does he have a cellphone?"  he inquired. "Yeah," I
replied. "Here," he said. He handed me a cellphone, and I called Scott, and
told him I wanted to go on Millenium Force again and that I would call him
when I get off. He didn't seem to mind so Jerome and I headed to the front
of the park. We walked to his car, and he had a nice ass, 2003 Black ford
Explorer. We got in and he told me we were going to go to his hotel
room. "Alright," I said. When we got there I found he was staying at the
same hotel as me, but on the opposite side. Once we got into his room, he
said, "Damn boy, ever since I first saw you, I knew you were coming home
with me tonight." Then grabbed my hands and gently pushed me against the
door, and started kissing me. He rubbed his hands down my arms and then
down my chest. Jerome was turning me the fuck on. He then stopped and said,
"have you ever been with a niggah before?" "Nope, but I'm okay with this."
He laughed and started kissing me some more. My Testosterone caught on
fire, and I started rubbing him all over. I untucked his tank-top from his
jeans, and pulled it over his head. This guy looked SO good with his shirt
off. Like someone chisled him out of stone. I kissed his chest, and kissed
down his rock hard abs, until I got to the waist line of his jeans. I undid
his belt, then undid his pants and pulled them down, to see these really
shiny black silk boxers. I started kissing the front of them, starting at
the base of his cock, and licked and kissed moving down his cock little by
little. I didn't think I was going to ever come to the head because there
was so much. Eventually I did, and his dick had to be about 12-13 inches
long.


*****To be continued*********