A black man originally from Austrailia, Dell is one of those gay men who takes on feminine affectations. He had graduated from a university in New York, worked as a telephone operator; when I met him he had recently been released from prison. This, I suspect, is where he acquired his orientation and set of affections, which were belied by his size and sexual behavior both.
A session I most recall was in a straight friend's apartment. Dell was fellating me and alternating with hand-jobbing. My friend and another guy were sleeping (I think) in rooms off the living room where Dell and I were. This added the spice of getting caught, with unforseen consequences.
It took a very long time for Dell to complete his operation on me. At one point he went to the refrigerator and scooped up a gob of margarine, with which he then oiled my tool. As he full-fisted me, it made a loud popping and crackling sound; at least it seemed loud in the quiet of middle night.
Dell rubbed the oil onto my hard, quivering stomach, and pinched my nipples hard, almost enough to sting.
I spread my legs further apart, easing my butt to the edge of the couch. Dell is a large man, and his stereotypically fat cock was lay along his sweaty ebony thigh as he loomed over me. The contrast between his big body and dark skin, and my lightly-tanned small body was very arousing.
Seeing my strategical shift, he finally took his hand from my cock, pressed his palm under my cheeks up to my lower back, then slowly slid it forward until three finger were sunk in my anus.
After some exploration there, rapidly jiggling his fingers back and forth, he withdrew and stroked the area between my sack and hole in a tight circular motion. This sent little electric shocks through me.
Next, he tapped gently under my balls, making them bounce up and down. He gently massaged my nuts, then slowly began pushing them upwards until my bag was pushed up as far as it would go.
Suddenly he jumped up and trotted back to the refrigerator to return with the whole tub of margarine. He greased my legs and chest. Dell then proceeded to full-fist pump.
He kept my sack pushed up tight with his other hand. The pre-cum was drooling out of my red-purple dickhead. Dell paused now and again to insert a few fingers in my ass and to squeeze my nipples.
My trembling was getting stronger and I told him I would explode soon. Dell quickly bent the tip of my head down, partially stopping the geyser of semen. Then he let it go and I spurted spasmodically, entirely filling his huge hand. He looked at his hand in amazment.
He kissed the top of my head and flipped me over on the couch. When he spread my cheeks apart, both friends entered the room almost simultaneously
...but that's another story.