Date: Sat, 25 Sep 1999 01:43:32 EDT
From: OKCGWM@aol.com
Subject: Red Mustang (M/M, interracial)

[Put standard disclaimer here]

I haven't written that many stories, so I'm still kind of new at this. I
retain all rights, but you are welcome to place this on your non-pay
website-I would just like a note to tell me, and that I require that you keep
my e-mail address on there.

Red Mustang

I had just gone to see my sister in Dallas and was driving back to Houston
down I-45. It's a long drive, about three hours. As I was coasting along in
my Jeep, I let the wind blow through my hair. That's the one thing that I
love about keeping long hair-it really feels good in summer to let it down
while driving with the top down. I should probably describe myself, to give
you guys a better idea of what I look like-I'm 6'0", 32" waist, 7.5 inch
dick, swimmer's build, 170#. I have shoulder-length black hair that I usually
keep back in a ponytail, except on occasions like this. In summer, it feels
nice to let it all hang out. ::grin:: I decided before I left, as this was a
typical summer day in Texas, to go ahead and just do the white tank top and
some mesh basketball shorts. I would wear black, but then it *really*
emphasizes the fact that I didn't tan this year. When I don't tan, my
olive-complexion is more noticeable, but when I do, I get a nice bronze look.
You can really see my Hispanic background shining through, almost literally.
I'm very disappointed I didn't get a good tan this year, primarily due to my
new job, which requires me to be indoors programming.

I digress.

My trip. I was driving down I-45 from Dallas to Houston and decided to pull
over at a rest stop that's on the way. The area's kind of dark (it's late)
but I don't mind terribly. I have had my share of bathroom experiences (to
use the euphemism), and I think it's kind of fun to see who is cruising
anyways. This was one of those areas that has a park around it, that-I bet-a
lot of sex happens in, but I hadn't ever cruised one of these places. As I
pulled up, there are a few cars directly in front of the bathroom. It's then
that I noticed that way out on the end of the row of parking spaces, parked
far away from the rest of the cars, was a red Mustang. Its windows were too
tinted to see if there is anyone in it, but, by its location, I suspected
that the owner of it was definitely out here for dick. I mean, if he were
here for the bathroom, he wouldn't have parked at the last parking space a
good 300-400 feet away from the bathroom when there are open spots right in
front of it. Halfway between the end of the pack of cars (where I parked) and
the horny little red Mustang was a trash can. I decided, just for fun, I was
going to go ahead and throw away some junk out of my jeep, just to get a
better look at the car. As I hopped out of my jeep, a car was pulling up next
to mine, so that by the time I got to the trash can, the new car's headlights
were right on me. I couldn't see in the "mystery car" at all due to the new
cars headlights, but if there were someone in that car, he could definitely
see me. I laughed as I was throwing away the trash. That was *just my luck.*
So, I decided to quit thinking with *that* head, and head to the head (sorry,
just wanted to throw some alliteration in here).

I went into one of the stalls, and pulled down the shorts and took my dick
out to start to piss. I started reading some of the graffiti on the walls to
see how cruisy the bathroom is, and what type of people come to this
bathroom. The way these stalls worked was like they took a row of four
toilets, with the long stalls partitions, and then changed two of them over
to urinals. So, I was peeing when I heard the door open. Whoever it was went
to the other urinal.  That's when this mystery man spoke, in a velvety
baritone voice.

"Man it's hot out there."

It was weird to have someone talking to me like this over the partition. I
know women will do that, but it's just not usually a guy thing. Don't know
what made it at all different. I chuckle.

"Yes it is. I forget how hot South Texas gets. Nice for Mother Nature to
remind me."

He laughed. I stood there for a moment, and shook my dick. We continued the
small talk for another minute, and then we both flushed the toilet. As I came
out of the stall, I nearly ran into the guy.

He was taller than I was (about 6'3") with dark brown (coffee with a dab of
cream) skin, and a shaved head. He kind of looked like Malik Yoba. He looked
at my eyes first, to judge if I were about to run right into him, and, upon
realizing that I wasn't, looked down at my crotch. He glanced down, almost as
though he were looking at something else, but that furtive glance was enough
to tell me that this must be the guy from that last car: the red Mustang. He
then met my eyes again and said "Man, are you in a hurry to wash your hands
or what?" We laughed as we both headed to the sink. He washed his hands first
after I insisted that I wasn't in *that* much of a hurry. After he washed his
hands, he turned around and smiled. He had the most beautiful smile. His
beautiful white teeth were a great contrast to his smooth, dark skin. He went
around me to the hand dryer as I went up to the sink to wash my hands. I
don't know if he thought about it or not, but there was a mirror in front of
me. So as he stood behind me, drying his hands, I could see him in the
reflection in the mirror. He was checking out my ass. Now, mind you, this is
what a lot of guys do to me. I apparently have a nice ass. So having a guy
check out my ass was nothing new. What made this different was that it was
just the two of us in a restroom somewhere between Dallas and Houston. It was
a more .. intimate setting. I smiled to myself, and finished washing my
hands. I then went over to the other hand dryer and hit the button. We both
stood there drying our hands, when I caught him staring at my crotch again.
He looked up to see me catch him staring. I smiled. He smiled too. I then
asked, "Do you want to see it?" He looked at me with lust in his handsome
eyes. He didn't say anything, he just led me over to the last stall that had
a door on it. We got into the stall and started making out. His lips were so
smooth. He kissed with wanton desire, as did I. I put my hands behind his
shaved head, pulling his kisses into me, teasing his lips with mine. I played
with his upper lip, licking it, nibbling it, tasting it, and then he slid his
tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, licking the tip of it with my
own, teasing it. I let my hands fall down his neck and then his back, and
realized that this guy was built! He wasn't big, but he was firm. I continued
feeling his body through the shirt, feeling his tongue in my mouth, and then
putting my tongue in his. I couldn't wait to get this guy on my dick, the way
he was sucking my tongue!

I unbuttoned his shirt while we were lip-locked, feeling his chest. He had
the creamiest chest! It was so smooth, with a little patch of hair between
his pecs. His nipples were darker than the rest of his skin, and stood out
asking for my mouth. I couldn't help but oblige. Due to the difference in
height, when I sat down on the stool, his nipples were right at my mouth
level. He started running his hands through my hair as I encircled his left
nipple, kissing around it, lightly licking on it, and then blowing on it to
get it erect. I think teased it between my teeth, nibbling on it, while I
played with his other nipple. His right one had a shiny silver loop going
through it, which contrasted so beautifully with his sweet cocoa skin.  I
then leaned over to the other tit and played with it the same way. I then saw
the tattoo that was above that nipple. It was an Omega symbol from the Greek
alphabet. I smiled as I continued with the right nipple. This guy was a frat
boy! He was from the Omega Psi Phi House! I recognized it because my last
boyfriend was from one of their rivals: Alpha Phi Alpha. Omegas are great in
bed, I remembered. That just made me hotter!

While I played with his right ringed nipple, licking the silver ring in my
mouth, sometimes playfully tugging on it, I ran my hands down his abs,
feeling his stomach. He had a thatch of hair that started down here and
followed down below the waist of his shorts. I was on an adventure to find
out where this one ended. I undid the drawstring on his shorts and let them
fall to the floor, leaving him standing in front of me with a pair of 2x-ist
underwear. He had a lot under there from what I could tell. I took down his
underwear and his dick sprang forth from the right side where it had been
growing.

His dick was so nice looking. I wish I could describe it to give the perfect
picture of what it looked like. It was a little bit lighter than his skin,
and perfectly proportioned. I'd guess it was probably about 9 or 9.5 inches.
Its mushroom head flared out nicely, telling me that it would give me the
most incredible sensations in my ass. It was silky smooth and thick. It
bounced a little with the beat of his heart, which at this point, was fairly
quick. It pointed almost straight out of his groin straight at my face. This
guy should have been a porn star. I was in love with this dick!

"You like?" he huskily whispered, his shiny white smile beaming down on me.
Words failed me. I decided to show this bald black man just how much I liked
his dick.

I leaned forward and licked on the dick while staring into his sweet brown
eyes. I kissed the tip of it, and started sucking on just the tip, playing
with it with my tongue. Our eye contact broke when he closed his eyes in
ecstasy. He started moaning "damn, man" and the hand on the back of my head
started pushing me more into this dick. I opened wider.

At that point, I probably had about half of it in my mouth, and I could feel
the head of it at the back of my throat. He started slowly pulling back out
of my mouth. I reached behind him to feel his ass. Man, he had a nice bubble
butt! It felt so damn sexy, this soft, firm round ass jutting out from his
lower back. It felt so smooth. As his dick was sliding back to the back of my
mouth, I imagined how good this smooth black ass would feel with my dick
buried in it to the hilt. Or this ass sitting on my face jacking off. I
wished at this point that we were back at my house in Houston where we could
explore all these positions. I was brought back to reality when his head was
starting to penetrate my throat.

I swallowed greedily as his dick entered my throat, which propelled my head
forward. It was an interesting feeling, that by swallowing, it caused my head
to be pulled into his crotch, but turned me on even more. I mean, here's a
dick that doesn't even yield to the person giving it a warm wet place! As I
swallowed him into me, and my face into his crotch, he started caressing my
head. I noticed that his vocalizations were much loader now, reverberating
off of the tile.  It felt like nirvana. This is one of those chicken vs. egg
conundrums: I didn't ask his age, so I don't know which came first: this
smooth, perfect cock, or my throat that it seemed perfect inside. Any which
way, it felt so good. I imagined as he crammed himself all the way down my
throat and held himself there, while I swallowed around his cock, that we
were connected. It may be the lack of oxygen from having his dick blocking my
windpipe, or maybe something magical but I felt a connection. Again, before
the sparks start forming before my eyes and I have to slide off of his
magnificent prick, I swore I could see me kneeling down in front of him..like
I was disembodied or something. He then pulled out of my throat, and left me
just the tip of his dick, and then gave it all to me again. He controlled my
head by my ears. He started muttering as he fucked my face.

"You want this dick doncha"
"You like suckin' my dick"

I couldn't lie-this was the greatest thing I had had in a long time. The
catch of course was that I couldn't tell him.

"Mgmph" was the best I could do. His strokes started to get quicker (and in a
way, I was thankful-my jaw was *hurting*!), and then I felt his dick get even
thicker. Lucky for me it was already halfway in my throat. I again used my
throat muscles to pull my face into his crotch by way of swallowing this hunk
of steak, and then heard him groan.

"I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeaaaaaaaaah!"

And with that shout that anyone in the general vicinity of this restroom
would have heard, his dick started pulsating. God I love that feeling of
someone creaming down my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I kept on
swallowing the dick to use my throat muscles to milk this piece in my throat.
I know it was about a minute that he orgasmed in my throat, but it felt like
an hour. Not that I was complaining. I was really enjoying this. I had a
weird feeling of connection with him, something I hadn't ever felt any of the
times I had tricked in a bathroom before.

"You're gonna need to wash up again, my friend!" he said, laughing. I looked
down and realized that at some point, I must have cum. I don't remember
cumming, so it must have been while he was. That was the most beautiful
intense orgasm I have ever had.

When I went to wash up, I heard the door open, and so I turned around and saw
some older guy coming in to go to the bathroom. I went back to the stall, and
saw that my nubian dreamboat had vanished! He must have left when the old guy
came in. I went outside, but his red Mustang (with said occupant) had already
vanished. Maybe it was the low that followed that glorious high, but I felt a
pang of disappointment that I never really got to get his number. I know that
a relationship is not based on sex alone, but I really would have liked to
get to know him better.

As I started to walk out of the stall, I saw the graffiti. This one was not
too old. It said "Hot sex. BJ/anal Look for red Mustang 9/14 or 10/14 around
7pm. I've got a 9 in. dick. What do you wanna do with it?"

I guess I'll be visiting my sister in Dallas next month again, oh say, around
the 14th of October.

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