The Black Signal is still very very strong. It’s been a few weeks – or longer – but some of the sniffies guys are starting to come back ‘round. I was figuring shortly after our initial meet ups that they were one and dones. And honestly, them reaching back out to me was probably more about their desperation than them truly wanting me. Clearly that is my assessment. I have no validity to that statement, per se. It’s possible they got busy. It’s possible they were not on the app the same times I was. But it’s dick. Black dick. Do I care? 

BTW, one of the guys corrected me, when I called it ‘cock’.  He said black men do not have ‘cocks’, they have ‘dicks’. I asked another black guy I have serviced. I agreed, saying “cock” is a word white men use to describe a guy’s dick. I haven’t done the research (yet) to see if this is a widespread thing.  Right now, the ‘n’ is two. 

The first guy asked me back. Oral only. No talking at all.  Nothing. That was a directive. 

Dark below level apartment. Blinds drawn. Lights off. Black face mask over his head, and his head tilted back. It was so dark, like the first time, that I couldn’t see him. His skin so dark, that he disappeared into his own living room. Yet I knew he was there. I knew his legs were spread. I got on my knees in front of him. He was already erect. He was waiting for it. Needing it.  So was I. 

While the no talking things was meant for me, he pretty much stuck to it too. Of course, it’s not a surprise. He clearly wanted no interaction or personalization of these encounters in any kind. That I know where he lives must nag at him a bit, but I don’t care enough to find out who is who. He deidentified himself so much that at this moment, he is literally nothing but a cock to me.  Or a dick, as the case may be. I’m pretty sure I’m not a man either, just a mouth. I’m a utility. That is more than fine with me. Sometimes these encounters are made for me to be subhuman. 

Like a fine-tuned honing device, I found his cock. Easily. Even in the dark. My lips wrapped around it. I played with the head for a little bit, running my tongue over the head, then around it. I inched my way down………..then back up.  And repeat. Often. 

He squirmed a bit. He semi-moaned, but really tried to make no noise. It was about the anonymity in all its forms. I varied my technique. Slow. Faster. Wetter. More tongue. More suction. Then less of one, the other or both. Deep. Underside. Head only, or head and just below. He liked that. But then there was the grabbing of my throat and head, guiding me at his direction.  How he wanted it, where he wanted me, the rate of up/down/bob, all without words. All with a tight grip that made me know I was just a human fucking fleshlight. The mouth version. 

This time took a while. My first visit, not so much. I was there for a good 30-35 minutes working on his black shaft. My eyes had adjusted but I didn’t look up.  I didn’t want to. He didn’t want that either. He was holding back. I wasn’t edging him, he was edging himself. When he finally let loose, the load was enormous. No worries. I missed nothing. 

I thought he wouldn’t let me lick him clean and squeeze out the last drop, but he did. I grabbed my keys when I was done, got up and left, never even looking at him. I shut the door behind me and drove away.  

As for the fuck guy from the holidays……the second guy………

He found me again, and asked if I was free right then because he was ‘horny af’. I wasn’t, but said if he gave me 30. He thought that’d be cool. I was halfway there when he said he needed lube.  Fuck.  Spit, apparently, is too good for him. Granted, he has an almost 8” thick dark tool.  I said I could swing by CVS and I did.  That was a cluster as for some reason all lube is under lock and key!   And there was no help to be found.  So I got lotion instead.  When in a pinch. 

I made it to his place and there was zero ‘get to know you’ time, which is perfect. He was stripped down before I was out of my boots.  He went back to the bed, back against the wall, legs spread, cock 90% erect.  “You suck dick?”.   Maybe he didn’t remember, but I sucked him last time. But last time was just a small sample before getting down to fucking.  This time, he wanted a proper blowjob before getting down to fucking. 

I got down to it and he was very receptive to what I was doing. Verbal. Really wanted it. Clearly it had been a while and / or hadn’t had the skill or attention I was giving. I like to believe I gave him head like he hadn’t ever had. He gripped my head and pushed me down. I was going that way anyway, but I appreciated the effort and drive. It was a great dick and I swear it was bigger than I remember.  That, btw, is not a complaint.  Personally, the saliva I left on his cock would have been enough for lube in which to fuck me. 

The bj didn’t go on nearly as long as I wanted (when do it ever?) and he got up.  I thought he wanted to get right to boning my ass, but he dropped to his knees, while I was propping myself on my elbows, and swallowed my cock. He was no novice. The mouth felt amazing. He was quick, but thorough. I mean, he didn’t get me off or try to. Nor did I want him to. At least not before, you know, fucking me. 

He stood up and grabbed the lotion and applied to my hole and his cock dick. While he was engorged, I never considered him asking to ‘ease in’ to me. He lined up and pushed in. It felt great. He didn’t rush it. But it wasn’t super slow either. 

You know how there is a certain point in the cock, usually about one-third of the way down, where many shafts flare a bit?  He was almost there. Paused. Then sank in. It. Was. Amazing.  It felt so fucking good. I groaned. It was involuntary. 

Not only was there no pause from bottoming out to pump action, verbally encourage him to fuck me. While it wasn’t begging, it was borderline. He didn’t hold back. He just pumped the hole with expertise. His face was focused. Not on me, or even his own cock, though he did watch it go in and out. He seemed to be concentrating on the act. The stamina. The need to cum, but not wanting to cum………at least yet. 

I’d say 8-10 minutes into that fuck he lost his focus. He hit a point of the fuck where there was no return. The only option was to empty his ball. Luckily, it was going to be deep up my ass.  And it was.  Deep.  His face said it all, though he did tell me “I’m gonna nut”. 

As most do, he buried the bone in my back yard, then he released the kids-to-be, coating my guts. He was slow to pull out. We let nature do most of the work. He winced when I used my butt muscles to squeeze out every drop. 

I could tell he shot a lot. As buried as it was pumped into me, I’m not a leaker and I could feel it start to ever so slightly trickle out as I got to my car. 

#I left him the lotion. Maybe I’ll get an invite back for him to use it again.  

Feeding Time

 Feeding Time

That is the message I usually get via Grindr. Usually once per day. Sometimes several times per day. 

This all started a month or two back – but still in the Black Signal timeframe. It’s not saying I’m getting “it” once per day, but the attempt is there.  Kind of. 

Consistency and ability to follow through are an issue with this guy.  He’s 29, about 6’, slim, maybe 170. But sports a nice cock. The one he sends in pics might be his, but done from an angle that adds an inch or so not just in length but girth. It’s still almost 8, which isn’t bad………..at all.  And yes, in regards to ‘the signal’, he is black. 

Still, he’d text he’s ready, but he isn’t. He’d text he’s at Location A, but he isn’t. He’d text he’s ready to blow a load, but he isn’t. Sometimes he is, but finding ‘x’ in that equation is tough and often fruitless. 

But it’s BBC, and I have a weakness for it. I am aware of this, no one needs to tell me. It’s 8” of black meat that I want in my mouth. I want to feel it, smell it, taste it and of course, extract a load out of it.  I want him to know that his cock is superior and that I am a cocksucker. Though I think he already knows it. And he knows I kind of say ‘how high’ when he says ‘jump’.  Of course, ‘jump’ = ‘feeding time’. 

In the course of this month or two – and the dozens and dozens of texts – I have maybe gotten him fully off about 3-4 times. The rest are attempts at getting him off. He scares easily and leaves the scene quickly even when it’s not warranted. 

When it does happen, it’s nice. A great cock that fits in my mouth nicely. I’d like to worship more, but given the circumstances it becomes a blowjob. It’s more bobbing quickly to stimulate release than it is a down to the root for the attention it needs and deserves. And he’s so herky jerky about who might be approaching (and never does), that it tends to end abruptly, or almost worse, he jacks off near me.  There have been times he hasn’t let me take the load, sometimes he has. I’m fairly certain he thinks I won’t take the load, so he doesn’t attempt it – as if he’s forgotten I’ve swallowed before. 

A few times, as I sit and lean in to blow him, he reaches over me and down, running his hand across my ass, and even finding the hole to just trace his finger over.  I love the idea of taking eight black inches up my hole, but I know it cannot happen where we are.  He can’t commit to some head, he’ll never get through a boning. A few times he’s grabbed below my chin as to hold / guide me. 

When he does cum, it’s a nice load. Good viscosity. Good flavor. Decent amount. But he’s 29. I’m assuming he’s getting himself off a few times per day. Maybe by himself. Maybe by me. Maybe with others. 

It’s a great cock. I wish he were more engaged or more reliable. I get who / what I am makes me at the mercy of a feeder.