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. 

Lubed and Ready ?

 Lubed and ready?”

These would be the first words he’d say to me. 

I  was out after my workout and swung by the park to which I’ve been visiting. I won’t lie, it attracts mostly black men, and that is kind of why I frequent this place. As it turns out, I’m either too old, or too white (or both) for these guys most of the time. Usually they won’t even acknowledge me at all.  I get it. But I don’t dress like a cop might, which leads me back to the age/race part. Now and then, I’m taken up on my offers, as you’ve read over the last few months – as some of those tales have taken place here. 

It was a Sunday morning, and cold. It is early March, ya know. Two cars in the lot. One car has blacked out windows, so I don’t know who is in there, or if anyone is in there. I have a clear shot to the shelter area, and no one is waiting there. I hang in the car for a few. 

The area has shitty cell service, so I don’t know if anyone nearby is on any of the apps. Sniffies kind of comes up, but everything has a major lag.  I grab my keys and poppers and walk towards the shelter. I pass by the other car. I can kind of see a white guy inside. I can’t tell his age, but his hair makes me think he is old. He has a lot of stupid bumper stickers on his car. 

I’m not in the shelter for long when I see him leave his car and approaching. He’s not as old as I believed, just greying hair, most likely prematurely, though he’s not like in his 30s or probably 40s. There is no standing and foot shifting. No hemming. No hawing.  He pulls at his zipper and asks – “lubed & ready?”.  I tell him I’m ready. I say spit will have to do for lube.  He doesn’t even flinch. 

I drop my sweatpants down far enough. I’m commando underneath. I go to bend over the waist high wall.  He wants me to turn towards the parking lot so we can see someone coming.  I can figure out if a car is coming, I face my way to see if hikers, who make less noise, are approaching. I win. Duh. 

He put his dry 7.5”, but thick, cock to my hole. I have to remind him about the spit. I also spit into my hand and slather my hole with saliva. “Fuck yeah”, I hear him say as he watches me apply it liberally. 

I like this guy. It’s about fucking. It’s not about me sucking him to get him hard so he can perform. He’s ready. This is all he wants. Ass. Hole. Cock. Raw.  I’m all about giving it to him. 

I resume my place over the wall. Ass out. Poppers in hand. With little trouble, I might add, he slides the head and first inch up my hole. We both know he’s in, so he just keeps sinking. Deeper. Till he bottoms out.  And then the fucking starts. 

The guy has skills. He knows how to fuck.  Deep strokes. Not all the way out, but close. Plunging back in. Grinding. Making himself known. 

He tells me he his wife thinks he’s at the grocery store. I let him believe that I believe his lie. He has a wife about as much as I have one. I think his lie makes his cock harder. Or so it seemed. It is quite possibly my imagination. 

For a semi-exposed park fuck, this goes on a while. Usually it’s in and out. Literally.  And figuratively. But he saws away – in out in out in out in out – making himself feel good, making me feel great, though I don’t think he cared a bit about my pleasure. He sure didn’t ask. Though my “ohhh yeah….keep fucking me” might have been a clue that I was liking having my butthole used by a stranger in a public place. But that’s just a hunch. 

Like I said, he was good at his craft. I took it like a champ. My ass was open for him and he took full use of that “experience”. He fucked. He pounded. There was no “just sex” kind of thing, it was a FUCK. But it’s a park, you have to expect that. It’s about immediacy and the ability to do what you need to and move one. 

Yeah, I hoped that someone else would show up. Take over from where he finished. This time there’d be no need for spit or more lube. But I saw the parking lot. No one was around. 

Still, he had to get home to “the wife”. He was moaning. He was close and I knew he was starting to shoot.  But I’m a fucking self-centered whore sometimes. I want to know what he / they are doing at that moment.  So I prompt.  “What you are doing?  What’s going on??  Say it!”   This response:  “I’m breeding your fuckhole.”   

Boom. That’s all I wanted. I don’t ask for much. 

As I always do, I use my ass muscles after they ejaculate. I plan to squeeze out every drop of their jizz. I know they can be sensitive, but I find it important to get it all. Deep down, I have to believe the tops want it all taken in – no matter what end. But as it bound to happen, the guy eventually slides out, on his own accord, or just due to gravity and flaccidness. 

He stands there for a few seconds looking around.  “Got anything to clean this off?” as he gestures to his dick.  I drop to my knees and go, “how about this?” and stick out my tongue.   “Yeahhhhhhh.  Fuck yeah” is his response. My lips wrap around his head and take him down to his pubes. I make a show of it, and then back out and use my outstretched tongue, so he knows I’m cleaning his cock. 

He pulls away, tucks himself back in and pseudo waves as he walks away. 

4.5 at the Park

 I was back at that park. That one that is primarily frequented by minorities. Sometimes you have to insert yourself into situations when the Black Signal isn’t working consistently. 

Normally it is about a 15% success rate. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not horribly welcome there it seems. It might be my skin tone. It might be my age. It might be both. Or something else. But when I connect, I usually really connect. 

This was a Sunday morning. I had been chatting with a guy who fucked me in a warehouse during working hours a few years back. We’ve been unsuccessful at finding another time. But he was now living close to this park and he agreed to meet me. I told him I’d be in the shelter. 

When I got there, only two cars were in the parking lot. One handsome guy cleaning is car with his two very intimidating pit bulls sitting next to said car. The other was, I’m guessing, a woman learning to drive – and who did nothing but circle the parking lot again and again and again. But the guy showed up and made his way to where I was in the park. He wasn’t happy about the location, so I pointed to an abandoned / closed up restroom building where we could go behind. And off we went – him ahead of me by a few hundred feet. 

We got right down to business.  I had nothing on under my gym shorts and my hole was lubed. This was a get in / get out scenario, literally and figuratively. His cock was thinner than I remembered, but honestly, last time it was a dark warehouse. I didn’t see it – just felt it.  In me.  Here I saw it for a moment, as I offered him lube. Then I turned to the stone structure and he stepped behind me and slid in. The fucking itself was ok. Nothing spectacular, but considering the circumstances, I wasn’t expecting anything groundbreaking. 

Shortly into the fuck, a guy walked the path near the bathroom and looked back. He stopped….and walked towards us. I told the guy fucking me to keep going, the guy was good. I’d seen him here before. Hell, I’d sucked his cock before. Turns out, I would again. 

He walked in front of me and tugged on his sweats until his fat 9” cock appeared.  “Suck it”.  So I did. Here I was in the partial woods, behind an outhouse getting spit roasted by two black cocks – one light skinned, one very dark. 

The one in my mouth firmed up. He wanted me to open my mouth telling me to “keep on it”. He kept telling me – not asking – that I liked that dick.  I did. It filled my whole mouth and I was hoping he’d switch positions with the guy behind me, who by the way was having trouble staying hard. Maybe an audience was too much for him. But he didn’t leave, he eventually came and stood next to me watching me suck the BBC.  I had been bent over, but now that I wasn’t taking it up the ass, the feeder told me to get on my knees in front of him. So into the wet leaves and mud I went. Condom wrappers strewn about. Yeah, this place gets decent action. 

As I was down there, another guy showed up. He was in all grey, that’s about all I got from my position. Still he had his cock out – a respectable 7.5”. It was harder to see him looking up.  The guy whom I was sucking said, “get on his dick”.  I pivoted a bit to my left and took him in my mouth. His hand went to my head and fed me cock. I took it like a pro, right down to his pubes.  I would alternate between the three cocks in front of me. 

So into this I was, that I didn’t see a fourth guy appear. It was the handsome guy cleaning his car. As it would turn out he’d only observe and only for a while. If someone attempted to bring him in, he’d take a few steps back. He didn’t stay long, but long enough for the guy in grey to say he was about to cum. So whichever dick I was on, I came off it and went to him. I caught the load with time to spare. I wanted to show it to the guy who took charge of the scene, but he told me to swallow it, so I did and showed him my empty mouth. Just then, the guy who had been fucking me was ready to unload. I did the same to him and ingested that jizz too. 

Guy #3 left, leaving just the first two guys. I worked on the biggest dick for a while. “Keep going………….keep going……..”.  His load was sizeable and tasted good. There was no audible reaction from the guy watching. There would be no “thanks”. It would be pulling up the sweats and both of them walking away. 

There was another guy yards away, watching. I’d seen him a dozen or so times before, each time he ignored me. I wasn’t sure how long he had been there or how much he saw. Even if it was the last two minutes, it was a white cocksucker on his knees in the muck before two black dudes with their cocks out in his face. Kind of tells the entire story, doesn’t it? 

Without a word or gesture, he walked back into the area. I was still on my knees. He pulled out his dick. Thick. Black. Heavily arced. It wasn’t the easiest to accommodate due to that severe curve, but I got enough in.  It didn’t take him long. The load wasn’t huge, but it was a load. The fourth one in 15 minutes. 

On my way back to my car, the ringleader of earlier was headed back, he stopped me, told me I should open my throat more. I’m good with constructive criticism. I told him he should try to open my ass. He reached behind me and felt it.  He told me his name and to look for him again. 

Park Action

I'm sitting here - real time - in khaki shorts, no underwear and a huge black load up my ass. 

But I'll start back a week.  Three, even. 

As I am very much still in my Black Period - and the Black Signal is still very operational - I "happened" to be at a park I've mentioned previously. 

There were a number of empty cars, so I exited mine and walked up to the shelter, where there were four men - all black. I know I'm suspect due to my race and possibly age, but I like what I like, and most of these guys, when not ignoring me, are adventurous. 

I knew one guy - and I knew he was going to do nothing but watch. Handsome, but somewhat timid or hyper concerned about saliva and semen. I don't think anal is on his list. 

Two others I had not seen, one sitting with his cock out. One of the other guys was sucking as I approached. He stopped when I got close, but the cock stayed out. Immediately the exposed one asked me for a lighter, which I did not have.  "Then why don't you get down on this dick then?"  I didn't need to be asked twice. 

This guy was probably 9.5" - if he could have fully gotten it up. I worked on it like a champ, but to no avail. I'd already surmised he was high, so maybe he just couldn't do it. He told me to suck on the guy standing next to me. So I did. 

This guy was a solid - and mean SOLID - 8.5er. Dark as night. He let out a few grunts here and there as I sucked but not verbal. He and the big dicked guy would pass me back and forth. The guy who was sucking had left and a new guy showed up who presented his cock to me. 

All of this was well and good, but not much was really happening - if you know what I mean. Eventually the 8.5 guy had to nut and shoved it in my mouth. Everyone else dispersed shortly thereafter. 

Fast forward two weeks, and I'm back at the park on a Saturday morning after the gym. At said gym, I prepped, a few times, and even lubed my hole. You know, just in case.  I get there but am ignored by the two black guys who are there. I go to head back to my car and pass the guy I sucked two weeks prior. I have zero idea of he recognizes or remembers me. But he had on grey sweats and nothing underneath them. I still head to my car to see how things play out. 

A few later, he's heading back to the parking lot. He gets in his car, pulls to the back of the lot - backing in which is nothing but brush and trees behind his car. A moment later, he just opens his driver door.  Not being shy, I walk back there and he's got his cock out and I say nothing but lean in and take it in my mouth. He doesn't stop me. Eventually, I get down on my knees, right in the parking lot and suck his cock with abandon. At some point I do stand and lean over again. He reaches in my shorts and plays with my balls and then behind them. It's not long till he finds my hole, and a second later before he realizes it's lubed. 

He pushes me out of the way - and pops the hatch on his car then walks behind. I drop my shorts and lean inside the car. He tries to fuck me with just the spit on his cock and the little lube on my twat. We realize early this isn't going to work. He goes to the car and gets out vaseline!   OMG - my childhood rushing back to me in a few swipes of that jelly.  But man - does it make things go in easier. 

The man is hung and thick and I feel it. And he makes me feel it. He's not subtle. He fucks. He pounds. This is about him. Me? I'm just a hole. For a park fuck, it goes on - like 12-15 minutes. He is just nailing me and I keep asking him to do it. Like the oral part, he's not verbal. Barely a grunt.  Eventually he unloads. I milk him and he lets me. But from his vantage point, he can see cars at the entrance that will be in our area very soon, he pulls out and puts away.  

I stand up and pull my pants up. As I do, I notice the two that had ignored me were walking our way. The second they saw the 2-3 cars, they scatter, but so do I. 

But today, there are two other cars in the lot. No one inside that I can tell. I head to the shelter. No one exits there cars, if they're there at all. Eventually, some guy appears from the other direction. It's the guy from last week.  He stops in, asks how it's going as he takes out his cock at the same time. 

"Why don't you get down and suck this?"   So I do.  It grows and he's liking my work. He is so fucking hard. I'm down there for a while. He's in no rush to get off. 

I tell him I have to stand for a moment. I don't. I can be manipulative. He plays with my tits and I tell him he shouldn't because it makes my hole twitch. 

I see a guy on a trail behind us. He says the dude is cool. I asked, "do you care if you're watched", he does not, nor do I.  

He asked me if my hole was ready. I had prepped it at the gym, but didn't lube it, though I had some in my pocket. I gave it to him and he slathered up. I bent over a stone wall, waist high, and he pushed into me. Fuck - it felt so good. 

The man is thick and long. And like last time he went to town. I didn't have my glasses on, but I'm assuming the guy who was on the trail was watching. I think my guy was putting on a show. 

The fuck didn't last as long as the one before, but fuck it felt good.  His breathing got heavy and I knew he was unloading in me.  He immediately pulled out. 

"Let's do this again", he said as he pulled up his sweats and walked away. 

Out of Town Cock

With the Black Signal still activated, he pinged me on Scruff. His airplane in the green dot told me he was visiting the city from elsewhere. So did his face. Let’s face it – we are usually on an app enough to know when there is someone ‘new’ in our near distance. Either they just joined, rejoined or are here from out of town. He was the latter. 

He came Guyana -> Paris -> London -> NYC. Not in travel, but in living. I only know this because as I was changing to leave his hotel room, I asked him about his accent. I couldn’t place it. That would because it had a melding of the first three locations in which he lived. But he was an artist visiting our town in which he allegedly had an exhibition. He also had at least 8 inches. If it came down to art or dick, I really only had one interest here. 

On-line, he was coy at first. I sent him a pic that included my nekkid ass, and he responded with a shot of his penis. I think we pretty much knew the score then and there. I counted the minutes until I got out of work and to his hotel room. He was waiting for me with the door open, which locked as soon as I entered. As I had an evening meeting, I didn’t dawdle, though I rarely do. I started undressing immediately and he followed suit. Sometimes I’ll leave something on as a way of easing into the scene, and as having someone disrobe me (or vice versa) can be erotic. I didn’t have time for that. 

He wanted to kiss. I can be down with that, but this is a man who fancied himself a good kisser. He was not. It lacked everything I want in that act. He had tight / taut lips that are dry. I don’t need sloppy kisses, but some passion, some connection. There was none of that. I went with it anyway, as it made him happy, which made him hard. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and he stepped forward. His semi-hard cock in my face. Then it went IN my face – meaning, of course, my mouth. His milk chocolate skin got slightly darker and shinier from my saliva. I didn’t really struggle with taking it all. I may have put on a little act to make it look that way, but honestly, I didn’t try that hard. I’m a cocksucker – on an app for guys looking for cocksuckers. I know my craft. I can’t always be bothered to inflate a man’s ego. His cock responded appropriately – getting stiffer and longer. 

He took the lead from here. He got between my legs, but just to play with my cock and then reaching up and touching my torso and then nipples. And I think by now you all know if you play with those…..well…..things happen. But he leaned forward to do it, and of course, his cock swung too, hitting my balls and right around the taint. 

Instinctively I pulled my legs back a bit, exposing my vulnerable side. He moved in a bit. I had to give him a “whoa!”. Not without lube, dude. You’re 8+. He only had hotel lotion, but that was good enough for me. He retrieved it from the bathroom, slicked up and poised himself at my hole. One healthy (?) hit of poppers later, count to five, and give the nod for him to start. 

It might make me whorish, but he slid in with little problem. He was mindful about it. But he was steady and persistent. It didn’t take long to bottom out. He hesitated for about 15 seconds before he started moving. …..and then he started fucking. 

It was slow at first. And then it wasn’t. And then it was. He alternated based on him, not me. Which is the way it should be. His pleasure before mine. INSTEAD of mine, actually. It just happened to be that I liked the feeling and the fullness. But he was methodical and taking his time. This is normally all well and good, but you know…………tick tick tick……….I had somewhere to be, not that told him that. While I was using him for his cock as much as he was using me for my ass, the key is to have him think it was a one way street. 

He slipped out and lay back on the bed, wanting to kiss more. I did it, of course, but to keep him engaged. This is where I took over. Sitting on a cock is never my favorite position, still, I do what I must and sometimes the top wants it – so I do it. This was a keep things moving move. He didn’t object. He didn’t stop me. No additional lube was needed. I slid right down on it – to the root. It felt fucking great. Judging by his face, he seemed to enjoy it too. 

The man played with my tits and that worked for me too. I rode him, but as I said, it’s not my fave. It’s not extremely comfortable for me to sit like that and I can’t get quite the right thrust and movement that I think either of us wants from a fuck. Or………..a FUCK! 

We moved and I could tell his cock was not as hard as it could be. Mouth and hands were used. But honestly, what seemed to get him going was his own verbal. How he’d like to see other guys fuck me – and how. So I peppered him with questions – what type of guys? How many? How did he want them to breed me? This got him not just erect, but made him push into me all at once. He went for it and really sawed my ass with his rod. 

In my mind, this type of pounding would get him to the edge quickly. I was wrong. He was methodical and was enjoying himself inside my butthole, so he was in no rush to rush. I attempted to move things along with butt muscles and timing them with this thrust in. Between that and the dirty talk, it got him to the edge. And over it. 

While not a silent cummer, he wasn’t loud either. I could feel throbs. I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing. 

It took longer than I wanted for the cock to slip out. He liked keeping it in. I do too actually. And I’d squeeze so he knew those muscles were working every drop out. After it came out, I lay back on the bed for a moment. He stepped off next to the bed. He wanted to see me jack off. I knew I wasn’t going to cum, but I’m ok putting on a small show. My head was near the edge of the bed where he was standing. I leaned back and opened my mouth. His cock went in. All the way. “That’s it – clean it off. Taste that ass, lick it clean”. 

I wasn’t licking. I was sucking it clean. I tasted ass, cum and some lotion, but mostly the other two – in that order. Made it cleaner than when we started. I could send him to dinner with colleagues and I could get to my meeting. I apologized for not being able to get off, but he said he’d be back in March and April, so I have multiple chance to get 8+ black inches again.

Black Worship

Another sniffies find. 

As you have seen with my recent posts, the end of 2022 and most all of 2023 has been dominated by black cock. A friend and I have discussed for years that there is a type of Black Signal that goes out when you hook up with a man of color. All of the sudden the word is out – somehow, someway. Even if it’s different cities. Even if they don’t know each other. It’s out there. It goes on for an indefinite period of time and then it goes away until it happens again. Clearly, the Black Signal has been out for me in 2023 so far – and I’m feelin’ it. 

The profile seemed nice. Better than average body, nice looking cock and a wide array of sexual interests. However, in our very brief exchange, he asked if I liked to suck cock. I told him I LOVED to suck cock. 

No lie – I was looking to get fucked. By just about anybody. Seriously. My libido for taking it up the ass has been a high since being out of town in December of 2022. Yeah, yeah – sucking is great and I’m good at it, but my hole was twitching and wanting more. And clearly, as you’ve been reading the last few entries, it’s been happening. I just wanted it to happen more. I’m a greedy faggot – what can I say? 

He had to come down to get the door, as the buzzer was broken. He had a nice athletic body and a good stride, as he tried to keep a good 50’ in front of me it seemed. We entered his clean apartment (I don’t completely take back what I said the other post) and he went back to his bedroom. 

His pants came off and he sat the edge of the bed. Towel beneath him. I was to be on my knees in front of his spread legs. That seems extremely appropriate, no? 

His skin was dark and a little rough. And I mean on the cock. His cock seemed average but he claimed 8.5”. It wasn’t. Maybe 8” once it grew. And it did – in my mouth. It got nicely thick too. See? 

The man didn’t stay upright looking down on me – figuratively or literally - for long. His head went back to the bed. His hands went to his nipples. His eyes seemed closed. He was in another place mentally. I may have been part of his sexual scenario or not. I was the catalyst in certain ways. I was the parasite to his host. I was the warm mouth. The saliva that made the gliding of the mouth easier and erotic. It turned his dark cock darker and shinier. 

At first – and the first time (we’ve met about three or four times now) – he had minimal verbal anything. A little moaning. At subsequent encounters he was quite vocal – telling me to get down on his fucking cock. To SUCK it. 

The first time – and all times - as I was down there, I’d take my tongue to his nuts. And then to this taint. He responded positively, as you might expect. What guy doesn’t like feeling a tongue on that sensitive skin? Anyone? Anyone??? 

Somewhat unsurprisingly – but maybe a little – his legs went up as I traced my tongue over his taint. This exposed his asshole. To me, it was an invitation. I mean, I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t an invite for anything more than my tongue. But I am also a very eager ass-eater. When it comes down to it, I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on when I hear him say, “Oh yeahhhh………….lick that shithole.”, just based on that last word. But turned-on I was, and it made me more so. Yeah, I get it: I’m a pig.

But I went in - and like the pro that I am, tongued, licked, lapped at, kissed his black ass. And I fucking loved it. So did he. 

Doing this gets me revved up. It got him stiffer than he was before, which is saying something. 

I went back to his cock and his hand went to the back of my head. I wasn't going to go anywhere, but he made sure of it. His hips would raise as my mouth descended. It became a well choreographed piston dance. 

He told me to suck his cock. He told me to use my mouth. When to tighten. When to loosen. 

I mean, I know what to do and when to do it. I have just a wee bit of experience in the art of oral sex. There I was, on my knees, mouthful of cock. He was laying back with an arm over his face / eyes. I was there for him, but you have to believe it wasn't me. 

Each time he'd get more verbal the closer he got.  Each time it would get me excited, so I probably sucked better, stronger, faster. 

I'll assume his neighbors couldn't hear him, but he's a big moaner and somewhat yeller when he comes. Or maybe he just doesn't care 

Of course, i swallowed it all - and then squeeze out every drop. 

He messaged me and wants it again, but wants to piss in my mouth.   I think I'm good with that, no? 

sniffies breeding

“You bottom, right?” 

That was his opening salvo from Sniffies.  But that it was a black dick - another black cock - that it reminded me that the Black Signal had been activated.  A friend and I have mentioned for years, when you get one black cock, all of the sudden, you're contacted right and left by black men wanting to get off. This did nothing to disprove this theory. 

I love the idea of sniffies, but in reality, it’s the same bullshit of flakes and posers who rarely follow through. In a year of using it, I can count on three fingers how many times it has worked as intended. I’m sur some of that is on me too. I won’t lie. 

Yet this guy got it. Right out of the gate. Not fucking around and to the point. I replied back immediately that I do. He gave me a vague area where he lived and it was near where I was going, but he said he’d give me the full address in 5 minute – which I found odd. But he was true to his word. I wasn’t far away, so I got there right quick. 

He took me to his apartment which was the third floor of a house. The tv was a little loud for me, but I got right away why it was: to lessen our noise. 

Just a side note: why are all trick’s places filthy as fuck? Doubtful an item of clothes are off the floor, never a dish not stacked in the sink, a bed not made……….and those are the best case scenarios. I can’t be the only one who has a neat place, am I? 

He went to use the bathroom, when he came out, my pants were already off. This wasn’t a meet and greet. This was fucking. Plain and simple. 

Yeah, I sucked him for all of 2 minutes. I was more surprised when he sucked me. But he did it while I was on the bed, he was bent over standing next to the bed. It was easy for him to just lift my legs up to his shoulder, which he did. He asked me to bring lube, which I did. 

I tossed him the tube, he ran his fingers over my hole. I quivered. I’m now am seemingly writing like Danielle Steele (I would assume). He took seconds to press it against the opening. I wasn’t breathing in a proper manner, so I was clenched a little more than I wanted. But he liked that. The tightness – even of going in. 

His head was nice. The shaft was semi-thick. I could feel it. I could feel my membranes attaching to and wrapping around his cock. And he pumped. At first it was short almost jabs. Just the head and about 1-2”. It was nice, but it wasn’t what I think either of us wanted. Me, being the bossy bottom, told him to hold still, which is seemingly difficult for all tops when you ask them not to move. But I wasn’t trying to adjust to the size. Nope, I arched my back enough that I sunk down onto his cock all the way. I looked right at him and told him I was taking him to the balls. His eyes rolled back in his head – literally. I watched it. 

The guy wasn’t a bad fuck, but you know, he wasn’t a great one either. It was good. I needed it. I wanted it, but mostly needed it. Turns out he wasn’t for the legs over the shoulder action. Soon I was on all fours. Ass to the edge of the bed, aiming down, as he was shorter than I. More lube and a one-push to the hilt. Then it was pump action. Hard. No craft. Just animal. 

That angle wasn’t completely right. He kept sliding out. Soon I was on my belly, on his bed. His full body weight on top of me working towards the goal line. The noise he didn’t want the neighbors to hear wasn’t coming from either of us, though there were certainly groans, moans and a few expletives, but the majority was coming from the bed squeaking. Being the ever-problem solver, I just reach out, braced my hand against the wall while he plunged my depths, steadied the bed to a degree and minimized the telltale rhythmic squeak. 

But this is the position in which we finished. Well, he. I was merely a receptacle for this man. He made vague announcement of him getting closer. Not close. Closer. But he never told me it was happening. Not verbally anyways. But I could feel his shaft throb consistently for a period of time – knowing he was jetting his seed deep into my guts. Where we both agreed it belonged. 

There would be no ‘did you want to get off?’ discussion. He lay there for what seemed like a bit of time, but was probably 20 seconds. I grabbed my t-shirt and dress shirt and started getting ready to go. He made some comment on how this would relax him before going to a tense family dinner. He was downstairs holding the door for me before I had my shoes on. We were done. 

At least this time.

3 More

The next morning - after about four hours of sleep - I got up, pre-dawn, and in the fucking cold weather, took off for a four mile run. Though my phone was firmly secure in a pouch in my compression shorts, I could feel it buzz anytime a message came through.  The problem was, I was focused on my run and it's really really hard to get the phone back in and out of the slot. Halfway through the run, my curiosity got the better of me. 

I stopped, read a few might-be messages off the hook-up apps. A few semi-promising ones, plus a direct text from an on-line buddy whom I've been very unsuccessful at setting up anything. 

I replied to all three. Telling each where I was staying. But giving times when I'd be available. While I'm always in for a group thing, I was not interested in the back and forth of coordinating times with three or having to describe the others to every other one.  I'm not a fucking party planner. They each got different times 30 minutes from each other. 

Since I had time, while completing my run, I ran into Starbucks across from the hotel and got something to eat / drink. While I waited I looked at my messages again. The first guy was already at the hotel, even though we agreed on 30 minutes from now. I grabbed my stuff and hustled off to the room, texting him the room number.  Breakfast and caffeine would have to wait. 

The man was quiet and unassuming.  6', 180 or so. He wanted to fuck, according to our exchange, He was also black, which wasn't in his profile. That isn't an issue with me, just a weird exclusion, though maybe it shouldn't be. 

All I had to do was drop my running shorts. He had to undress. He was slow, methodical, thoughtful it seemed. He was hard. Seven inches - so at least no one was buying into stereotypes.  "How do you wan to take it?"   I replied, that's not up to me.  "Then get on your back, now."

There was no exclamation mark with that directive Again, methodical, low key but clearly in control. Before he got to my door, but after I was in it, I did have the sense to put some lube at my hole - though at this point there was still plenty man-lube inside. There would be no sucking to get him hard here.  He found my hole with his hand and discovered the lube. There was no reaction to his face. There wouldn't be for the entire fuck.

He put his cock to my hole and slid in. No real resistance. He took note. "How many loads?"  Four, I told him. He fucked. Like his demeanor, it was steady paced and methodical, but in his control. He said he liked my hole, but with such a flat affect that he could have been reading aloud a manual on how to change a tire. Still he fucked. 

As you'd surmise by now, there was no real build up to orgasm. No varying of speed. No notable aural indications. No announcement. No tension in the face or neck. I could simply feel the pulse of his cock. He didn't wait for gravity and flaccidness do its thing. He pulled out. He did not stop me from licking him clean. He dressed. He thanked me. He left. 

10 minutes later there was a knock. The other guy was a little early. I'm surprised when they show at all, let alone early.  At the same time, "Rich", my would-be on-line buddy, texted me to say he'd be early - like a lot early. I said there was someone there - he didn't care, neither did the guy who just arrived. I left the door cracked. 

The first guy - a very built black guy, who was seemingly a little high - didn't want to wait, so we go down to fucking. Again, no oral needed. I was on all fours on the bed facing away from the door, him behind me and in me. The guy was good at fucking, and he was about the same size as the guy who left. He was more aggressive. I was moaning and telling him to fuck me. 

Five minutes in, I hear the door open and close. After what seems like a while - and wasn't - I hear him say, "Yeah - pound that fucking hole!!!!"   So, the black fucker picks up the pace and intensity.  Rich watches (I'm assuming) for a minute and then comes in front of me, drops his pants and sticks his 6.5" cock in my face. I suck willingly and expectedly. 

They talk about me. How the hole is, how it feels, how the mouth feels. The black guy needs or wants a break telling Rich to take over. Rich and I had discussed things beforehand and fucking wasn't on his list, but now he's balls deep in me. At this point, my hole is very accepting.  In the interim, I'm blowing the black guy. Tasting some of the loads that were in me that was stuck to his shaft, mixed with some lube. 

After a few, they switch back. Rich takes a seat on the other bed to watch. He's jacking. I warn him not to cum that way. I mean, that would be the ultimate waste.  But the black guy is seemingly into being watched and egged on. He goes harder, then HARD.  He roars that he is cumming. I know there are people next door. I know they can hear him, as I've heard parts of their conversations at a normal volume.  I don't care. 

He pulls out and Rich takes over. The other guy doesn't wait around to see how it ends, and exits the room. Rich comments on the loads in me, and asks how many are there. I suppose it could go either way, but I'm honest in that now 6 and soon to be 7.  It doesn't turn him off. It might be the thing that gets him to the finish line. 

Rich also is vocal in his unloading. I love it. 

After, he tells me to get on it and clean it off, which I do, both by licking and sucking. He tells me how turned on he was by the entire thing as he dresses. 

Rich would be my last load of this trip,  I did, however, go out to see a friend who was working over the weekend, he took a few minutes break to come see me in my car. In a quiet space, he went down on me. He thought he had it all under control.  His mouth was great. My libido was high.  Unknown to him, I had not ejaculated in over two weeks. THAT he was not expecting..........mostly because I didn't tell him. 

"Kurt" started off well when I came, but he increasingly struggled as I continued........and continued....and continued to shoot.  No worries, he was as much a pro at taking it down the throat as I had been in taking it up the ass the previous 15 hours. 

I dropped him back at work and went to meet my fiends who would never know that I was in town, let alone what I had done. Or who.