THE TALES OF THE MCDUFFIE BOYS PT 1: MEETING MIAMI
This is a long story of three brothers, and how I became involved with them, diving deeply into a pit of steamy, sweaty, drug induced lust, that is still going on to this day. Though I haven't seen either of them in over three years, and actually haven't met one of them. I do hope to meet him soon though, and expect he will share their genes, and too have a massive cock. This trait is what draws me to them, and no matter how hard I try, I know I'll never be able to give them up. I have no desire to do so. My mind is filled with images of them, and I think of them daily as I masturbate to fantasies of them.
I'm gay, twice divorced with two grown children, and two grandchildren. After my second failed marriage, I moved back to my home town, and made the decision to abandon women. It was time to give in to my deepest desires. I'm not really out, but I only want to be with men. I'm now in my late 40's, but still have a healthy sexual appetite. I love to be fucked, and I love to fuck, and I love black men. I wouldn't turn down any willing man who is in good shape, though I don't do fatties. But there is just something about black guys that gets me really hot. They even smell better to me if any of you can understand that. It's not just the cocks, though most of the time they are bigger, it's the powerful way most of them seem to dominate you, the course black hair, and the deep musky scent.
When I moved back, because of child support payments, I moved in at my parent's home, and have stayed there ever since for financial reasons. It's now my home. Back right after the divorce, I made many trips to the closest gay club, which was 60 miles from my house. I'd always rent a room, and since I'm not bad looking, always wind up with someone. I've been fucked countless times by 7 or 8 inch cocks, and fucked just as many asses. Some names I remember, and some I don't. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a whore. But I always wanted to get hold of the big one, the one like I couldn't take in my younger days, but always wanted too. Needless to say, I drank a lot, and eventually it got me in trouble. I wound up with a D.U.I, and misdemeanor possession charge, and that slowed me down for a while. At driving school, I met this white guy named Troy, and upon discovering he was gay too, we settled into a loveless though hot relationship that went on for some months. I know this has nothing to do with the title of this tale, but as I write this story, there will be many steamy little side trips, because as I said, I don't pass up a good man. We probably won't get to the Miami part til the end of the first part.
Troy had sandy blonde hair, was about 5'8" tall, and had about 8" of thick man meat, and he knew how to use it well. His cock was crooked too, like it had been broken, and not been set straight. He loved to suck my own 8" cock, and he'd straddle me to suck me, and I'd eat his pretty ass while he did it. I can still remember the scent of ass and polo cologne that he always put down there. Though I fucked him several times, he was always the more dominate one, and would always fuck me til I came. Deep down, I was in love with him, but he was married, and there was no chance of a permanent relationship. He never even kissed me, as he was uncomfortable with that kind of intimacy. Finally, one day he and his wife moved away, and I've never seen or heard from him again. I was heartbroken, and began to drink more heavily.
I acquired two more D.U.I.'s over the next few years, but still managed to keep a temporary permit to drive to work. So I drank and cruised, and hooked up. I got fucked and fucked some guys , sucked a lot of cocks. I even met a few real freaks, but we'll talk about them later. I met guys online, and at known hook up spots, and always enjoyed the black guys most of all. I found the easiest way to pick them up was to look for one walking, drive up beside him and drop a note out the window. I got many call backs that way, and though sometimes I had to pay a little cash for it, I always found some action. I took a lot of 7, 8, and 9 inch cocks in my ass, and sucked even more. I licked a lot of ass too, because I love to do it, and even straight guys on the down low usually go for that. But I remained sadly unfulfilled, always wanting more. I remained that way until I met Miami.
I first saw him walking down the street towards his house, and I liked what I saw. He had a slim muscular build, probably 5' 8or 9", and he had a very nice ass. I could tell he was about my age, because he wasn't wearing his jeans half way down his ass, which is kind of a turn off to me. I dropped him a note as I passed him, and received a call from him that same day. He told me to come to his house to meet, and I went without hesitation. He emerged from his house, and I realized he wasn't the most beautiful man I'd ever had, but the package I could see in the crotch of his jeans was what I was looking for. He climbed into my Ford Bronco and introduced his self as Michael McDuffie, and that his street name was Miami. The he asked me if I'd like to meet Lil Joe. He undid his jeans, and pulled out one of the most beautiful cocks I've ever seen. It was soft, but had to be at least 5" long and I could tell it was very thick. Just the thought of touching it and tasting it, and seeing it rise to its full power made my average 8" cock stand to attention. He said, "This is Lil Joe Cartright." And yes, I was ready to meet him!
END PART 1