COUNTRY BOY IN NEW YORK: ENCOUNTER WITH A BLACK
Let me describe myself (as I was). Seventeen years old going on eighteen, 5'10", hazel eyes, short curly brown hair, rather high color in my cheeks (not those cheeks, you fool!). I was a country boy from a small town in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. And, of course, I was and am gay (although I didn't know the word). I was a physical and, to a large degree, a psychological innocent. The one thing I was sure of was that I was attracted to male bodies and I yearned to put their cocks in my mouth and even have them come off in my mouth. I didn't know what it would taste like but was eager to find out. Of course, I had heard the words blow' and suck' but didn't think that moving back and forth was in the picture at all.
God, was I horny! Much of the time my circumcised cock was hard and fully loaded but in the mid-50s, no one much talked about it except that there was a heavy social sanction against homosexual activity. There were a number of boys in my High School whom I desired but beyond sneaking peeks in locker rooms before and after gym class I didn't do anything about it -- didn't dare.
During spring vacations I would visit a much older female cousin in New York City and would `do' the town: see plays, concerts, etc. But all the time I was there I had a perpetual hardon: it was unfamiliar territory, very erotic and especially since there were lots of non-white people around. Young boys and men.
Actually, to tell the truth, white men don't usually turn me on: they (we) are usually too pale and with hair in unusual places: skin that is brown, black, golden; that is what really turns me on. And, to tell the truth, the amount of black male porn doesn't much appeal to me: much of it is violent and with emphasis on their huge cocks. Well, huge doesn't do it for me. Rather, size in proportion to the body and that will fit comfortably inside my mouth is what I desire.
Well, back to New York City. Since nothing much happened of interest to me until about noon, I ordinarily slept late and even when I got up, slopped around in my pyjamas until practically noon. My cousin was a career woman, divorced with no children. So she would go off to the office while I was still in bed.
The Fateful Morning
One morning, as my cousin was about to go to work, she asked me to stay there until a repair man came to fix the telephone (her apartment building had a very helpful staff so much of the repair work on this and that did not require calling in a repair crew from the Company).
So I waited, rather impatiently, for the repair man to come and didn't get around to change from pyjamas. One disadvantage (or was it?) of pyjamas is that if one got a hardon, it was very difficult to conceal it.
The doorbell rang. I went to answer it. There was the repair man. And WOW!! He was a young very black man about 20 years old, with a brilliant smile. Really, a 200 watt smile which shone from his ebony face and lit everything up -- his face and the whole room. His tightly curly hair was cut short, little more than a kind of helmet with the edges very sharp and definite. He was wearing skin tight jeans (as was the fashion then) and a skin tight t-shit with red and white horizontal stripes. His swelling biceps were only slightly more apparent than his six pack stomach and deep chest with nipples under the thin material of his t-shirt. His skin was smooth and seemed like black satin. My breath was taken away at first glance and when it returned it was short and frequent, my mouth dried right up, and my cock and genital area began to tingle with desire.
He went to the corner of the room next to the windows where the telephone was and I stood in the middle of the room unwilling and largely unable to move as I watched him, as I thought surreptitiously. The muscles on his arms, forearms and biceps, worked under the satin of his skin and my imagination was inflamed. I felt my cheeks burning.
After what seemed either hours or seconds, he finished and then asked if he could wash his hands (New York City air was, then and now, full of black soot). So I showed him the bathroom through the nearby bedroom and when he was in there I hung about in the bedroom with apparent aimlessness.
When Leroy (that was his name) came out of the bathroom, his eyes briefly swept over me, from head to toe. Then, smiling, he advanced toward me and extended his right hand with its long, tapering, elegant fingers and, with his finger tips, touched my cock (I thought the hardness was concealed by the pyjama tops). My cocked jumped. His hand gently brushed aside the material of my pyjama bottoms and grasped my member. I gasped; his touch set off a lightning storm of sensations that ran from my crotch outward in all directions. I swallowed hard -- he began to milk me slowly. My knees buckled as with his left hand he gently pushed me down so that I was sitting on the bed with his jeans covered privities right in front of my face so that I could see the swelling increasing there.
With both his hands behind my head, he gently pulled me toward him until my mouth was against the swelling. I opened my mouth and gently gnawed at the veiled treasure. With his left hand still behind my head, gently caressing it, his left hand undid his belt and lowered the zipper of his fly to half mast. At that point, I took over, fulfilling a fantasy I had had for some time: my teeth grasped his zipper and pulled it down to the end, and slid his jeans down. Pulling back a bit, I admired the view: black satin skin over muscles of steel above and below his snow white briefs with the outline of his own circumcised cock. There was a small spot of precum at the tip of his cock.
Slowly, I slid the briefs down, catching his hard cock until the waistband of the briefs cleared its length and it leapt from its confinement and settled at a 45 degree angle from Leroy's beautiful body. I gulped and licked my lips: it was more beautiful and desirable than almost all my imaginings. Above and below black satin over articulated steel muscles. In the middle a patch of steel wool and from it springing a black velvet shaft, surmounted by a purple black juicy plumb and from which hung a black velvet sack containing two precious gems. The plumb crested ebony shaft pulsed regularly.
Leroy once again guided my head toward the delectable Object with his hands. I opened my mouth and the plumb entered; my lips closed on it just where the plumb joined the black velvet. It was hot. It tasted a bit salty. I moved my tongue over its smooth, hot surface and Leroy moved forward imperceptibly so the shaft also entered my mouth. I felt the tip of the plumb at the top of my throat. I sucked. I blew.
Suddenly, Leroy withdrew and looked down at me quizzically. "This is your first time!?" It was halfway between a statement and a question. Blushing even more, I admitted to it.
Leroy flashed an even more brilliant smile as he said, "Then we must make this a Occasion!" Kicking off his boots and peeling off his t-shirt, he stood before me very black, very beautiful, very desirable: a black Adonis. Then he stripped me of my pyjamas and I stood before him: an adolescent brown haired, white boy with a 6' circumcised cock sticking straight out.
We closed and his generous black lips (was it my imagination that they were so hot?) pressed against my own lips and his tongue teased its way past my lips and teeth and into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever kissed (at age 17! Believe it or not!!). His strong black arms reached around me and my own, slighter white arms reached around him and we both squeezed as our tongues dueled, first inside my mouth and then in his. I felt his cock against my stomach and his stomach against my cock. I wanted more than anything else to physically merge with him and he with me.
Then, lowering me to the bed, he began a journey that was an exquisite delight. He kissed me in my ears, then moved down to my throat, then to my nipples, first the left then the right: I was in ecstasy, but better was to come.
Moving from my nipples down to my navel and then he traced the faint beginnings of my treasure trail to my patch of brown pubic hair. I was squirming in anticipation, but he by-passed my cock to continue down my right thigh and then he switched to the left and began an Ascent: he took a detour to my balls: my ecstasy moved to the next level up. Then, with the tip of his pink tongue -- I looked down past my chest, along the beginnings of my treasure trail, across my pubic hair and saw it: the pink tongue thrusting out from under the helmet of black hair and the black satin skin of his face which brushed lightly against the shaft of my cock. He ascended another couple of inches and then the tongue flicked against my glans again -- thrill; and again -- thrill; and again -- thrill. He then slid his lips over the head of my cock and teased the underside with his tongue and began moving up and down on it. With the little patch of my mind that wasn't delirious, I thought to myself, "So that's how it's done!" He was superbly expert, bringing me to the very brink of climax again and again and then suddenly withdrawing. Suddenly, he reared up and plunged, devouring my cock to its root with his generous lips pressed against my pubes. I cried out and began to thrash about on the bed; I spurted -- and again, and again, and again, and again, until at last I was empty and nearly exhausted.
A big advantage of being young is that one recovers rapidly -- and I did, I did and I wanted to because I wanted to give him pleasure and to use the technique I had just discovered. In a moment, Leroy's face appeared next to mind, his face wreathed in a dazzling smile: he knew that he had given me the Occasion that he wished and that I would have wished had I known what an earthshaking delight it had been.
Again, we kissed passionately and deeply and I enjoyed the faint taste of myself in him. I ran my tongue along his jaw bone to his small black ears, as he had done to me -- but not nearly as exquisitely I thought to myself ruefully. Then I moved down to his throat -- I don't think I have mentioned my fascination with throats at least those that resemble the underside of a cock as did his -- then along his shoulder and down to his bulging bicep which I sucked. Transferring to his nipple, I sucked it -- not until it was hard because it was already hard but perhaps till it was harder.
With my tongue, I traced the vertical line of his six-pack stomach, pausing to burrow my tongue into his navel -- his muscles clenched at that point. I felt the damp end of his cock against the underside of my jaw, so I detoured to the left and continued down to the little crease between his gorgeous, black, muscular, smooth thigh and his torso, down to his knee; then ascended along the underside of his thigh to the tight black velvet of his scrotum. His balls were too tightly withdrawn for me to take them in my mouth, so I touched the root of his shaft with the tip of my tongue; again his muscles clenched. Adjusting my position, I took his cock sideways into my mouth -- or at least as much as I could and I licked and gave it little love bites as I traveled up its length until reaching the base of his beautiful, plum shaped purple-black glans. (It was plum shaped not plum sized!) I leaned back and admired its beauty, its shape, its strength as it stood out from the black, tightly curled patch of hair at its base. It was throbbing. The atmosphere was heavy with sexuality. I licked my lips; I pursued my lips and, leaning forward a bit, placed the luscious tip of his cockhead against them. I opened my mouth a little and slid part of it into my mouth; my tongue explored the little slit at the top, oozing its salty viscous precum. With my tongue I laved the smooth surface of the luscious fruit -- Leroy flinched. Slowly, slowly (but with my tongue working furiously) I slipped his shaft into my damp, warm oral cavity. I took as much as I could without gagging, then slid it out again until my lips felt the bottom of his cockhead. I repeated the motion -- the devouring and did so again and again, gaining in speed and in suction. Suddenly, Leroy's muscles -- his stomach muscles and his ass muscles clenched more dramatically and tightly than before, he moaned and spurted -- the first volley hit the back of my throat with such force that I thought my head would be knocked back, but I held on tightening the grip of my lips over his shaft as he came and came again -- and I swallowed and swallowed again.
Eventually, his cock began to soften but I refused to let go.
Soon, he placed his hand under my armpits and pulled me up to his face again, which was a picture of delight. Again we kissed.
We sat up and I feasted my eyes on his perfect black body.
Having dressed again (and I was again beginning to get hard!), Leroy paused a moment and then, having made a decision, he turned to me and said, "We are having a little party tonight in my apartment in the basement. There is someone there who, I am sure, would like to meet you. Can you come?"
I could feel my face reddening as I tried to imagine what the party would be like and said, "Sure, what time?" He gave me the time and I spent the rest of the day and early evening in delicious fantasy.