Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 20:48:47 -0800 (PST)
From: perfesser
Subject: One Sweet Afternoon

The following is a true story.  It happened to me early in the afternoon,
November 16, 2004.  If you are not eighteen or older, or if reading
materials which refer to male/male sexual activy is illegal where you
live, please go elsewhere fo your entertianment.  The following depects
(to the best of my recollection) an actual event in my life.

~~

One Sweet Afternoon

I had to be in the area because of career demands, traveling two and a
half hours for an hour-long meeting.  Yes, we'd accomplished a lot; but
no, the cost in time seemed disproportionate ... and I had an equally
long trip back to my office.  I'll kill some more time and justify the
entire day.

I hit an Waffle Shoppe for lunch.  Midway through the room I spied a
well-built, black man wearing a white, knit skullcap.  He was absolutely
georgeous, but was sitting with an equally attractive black woman.  Both
were in their late twenties.  I stepped up to their table and spoke to
the young man, "Gotta tell you, man, I love your hat ... it makes you
look great, too."

He thanked me and then turned away and continued talking with the young
lady, ignoring me.  I guess that set the tone.

I moved quickly to the counter, ordered my lunch and enjoyed it quietly.

From there I went to a neighboring office supply store and wasted a
couple of minutes trying to convince myself to buy yet another toy for
the shelf.  I both won and lost.  I talked myself out of the item and I
saved money by not buying anything.

Then it was out to the car and off to a nearby adult book store for some
back-room "coffee."  I stopped at the counter to tease the clerk.  "Did
you hear about the blond who came into an adult toy store?" I asked her,
"She said she wanted a dildo.  The clerk pointed to the wall across the
room and said, 'Take your pick, lady.' And she said, 'Ooo, I want that
big red one.'  'I'm sorry, lady,' he said, 'but we don't sell our fire
extinguishers.'"

The clerk smiled and asked, "How much?"

"Gimme five bucks in quarters," I chuckled (it's always good to chuckle
in uncomfortable situations ... especially if you're the one who created
them).  And I went into the back room.

I stepped into a booth and poped two quarters into the slot.  The first
up was a young and hung guy just inserting his prick into an equally
prissy vagina.  I hit the change button.  Up popped a scene of two girls
petting each other's crotches, with lots of over acted moanings in the
voicover.  Choice three was equally drab, and I was beginning to kiss the
two quarters good-bye.

I hit the button for channel four and got a dark complected beauty with
an equally drak and super-hung guy.  She was stroking him and he was
petting her.  I unzipped my slacks, dropped them to my knees and began
stroking myself.  A shadow moved into the doorway of my booth.  The
system shut off.

I pumped another three quarters into the slot and continued stroking.
And he appeared.

He was a big man ... maybe six, five or taller; probably over 300 pounds,
yet not imposing.  He smiled at me and dropped to his knees, pressing me
into the booth and against the side wall.  And then he looked up into my
balls and opened his mouth.

He began kissing the head of my cock, licking slowly around the glans.
Then he sucked it fully into his mouth.  He pressed his mouth into me,
taking me deeper, sucking yet slathering my dick with his wet lips.

I've had blow-jobs before, but this guy seemed built for the task.  He'd
suck and lick and move up and down over the shaft, seemingly all at the
same time.  He drew me deep and was literally sucking the hairs around my
stalk ... I felt the pressure of the back of his throat, caressing my
cock.  No vagina had ever done this for me.

No lubed hand or fingers ever created such a variety of sensations at one
and the same time.  The glans was being squeezed, the shaft stroked.  My
balls were being licked and there was a pleasant suction all up and down
the vein .. licking under the head and tingling in my piss-slit.

And then I was cumming ... not one spurt or two ... but cumming and
cumming.  I thought only women had multiple orgasms.  Each spasm was
stronger and more powerful than the last.  My usual climax is three of
four short shots (dribbles really) and a soft sensation up the shaft and
a quiet settling into maybe ten seconds of relaxing pleasure.

No this was climax!  More than a dozen strong shots, each spasm stronger
than the past.  Pumping and pounding, electrifying jerks that started in
the pit of my stomach, fired up the shaft and ended somewhere in the next
town.

And he kept sucking, stroking with his lips, massaging the head in the
back of his throat and chewing the hair at the base of my cock.  And I
kept cumming.

Almost two full minutes ... spasm after electrifying spasm ... 'till I
was drained.  He finally backed off, licked the tip and looked up at me.
He smiled.

Then he stood and began unzipping his jeans.  I looked down, my cock
still tingling.  I was still hard!  Not in the last ten years had I
stayed hard after cumming ... but then, not in my lifetime had I ever cum
like that!

I reached under his paunch and began stroking the little beast.  His cock
(unlike my average pecker) was short, but stocky.  It was a dark brown,
almost black, but I took it in my hand and began stroking him off.  I
mean, after what he'd given me, jacking him was the least I could offer.

But his build and overmass was too much to accomodate.  I could only
stroke him.  Quickly and with short strokes, my other hand searching
under his balls, rubbing that sensitive ares between his legs.

And he came ... little dribbles of clear cum.  And then he was gone,
zipping up as he left the booth.

It was then that I realized no-one had put any quarters into the machine,
... and I also realized that I didn't care.