A White Man in Africa

Back in the day, a guy from Craigslist... I had been chatting on WhatsApp with him for some time. He was into some pretty hardcore stuff, was wild, but scared to take the first step. He hadn't actually been with another guy yet.

But two weekends ago, on a Saturday evening, I finally got him excited about letting me actually suck his dick for real. We meet in town, and the first thing he suggested was we get a Viagra pill. We spent the next two hours looking for somewhere to buy Viagra. Finally, ended up going to Spiders Pub, of all places, and then his girlfriend shows up as well! He told me that he wanted to see what influence she'd have, plus being in the presence of all the scantily dressed pro's. Would he still want to go ahead and have a guy suck his dick?

And what happened next, OMG...

The three of us sat at the bar having drinks. His girlfriend didn't know what was going on, but she had starting to suspect something. And it was becoming brutally obvious to people around. The Viagra was kicking in and his pants were bulging like mad. But he was too nervous and too horny to notice, and I wanted to suck his cock too badly to care! You could feel the women spitting poison... At that moment, it hadn't occurred to us, neither of us, not to go ahead, not for a second. I needed him in my mouth!

I persuaded him to go with me to the men's room, leaving his girlfriend looking pissed off. It was crazy busy as usual in the men's room, so I slipped the attendant guy 1k (about $10) to get us a stall. I went in first, it took him a few more minutes to slip into the stall without anybody noticing other than the attendant. The stall was filthy, a couple of days worth of pee in the bowl, the floor awash in pee, the toilet seat soaked... All this was registering in my mind, but I didn't care because he had managed to sneak into the stall. I freed his dick from his jeans and it sprang to Viagra attention. He told me to lower my jeans. I wanted his dick so much I sat on the toilet bowl, pee and all... I grabbed him, pulling him to me, intense urgency to get his dick in my mouth.

I then started to suck him, knowing this blowjob was going to be special. On the outside of the toilet stall I could hear men peeing, talking, drunk, laughing. There was the smell of boozy pee everywhere... I remember, of all things, I loved the thought that his girlfriend was in the club as I was about to take her man's cock, as I kissed his dick head, gently licked it! I was so turned on, his dick was now so massive, bulging, throbbing, I could barely take it all inside my mouth. He was dripping pre-cum, and I remember how good it felt and tasted in my mouth. My entire world was focused on his dick, it was hot, it was black, the aroma of man dick filled my nostrils, it was beautiful. I wanted it inside my mouth, I wanted to service him like there was no tomorrow. I relaxed, suppressed my gag reflex, tried to ease him all in. He started to fuck my mouth, holding my head hard, roughly forcing his dick deep into my throat — he was deep throating me! His balls banging onto my chin, he has in me tight, I could barely breathe through my nose.

It was too much, he started to ejaculate, his hands behind my head, forcing his dick even further into my throat. I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed... But I couldn't swallow fast enough and my mouth filled with his cum, tangy, salty, delicious, and oh so much of it! Finally, he stopped ejaculating, but he was still thick and hard and bulging. I had to ease him out, reluctantly, to breathe. I licked him clean, his glans, his shaft, every last drop. With the Viagra going strong he still had a raging hard on, it was totally amazing! His dick was still massive, veiny, and beautiful! I gently took his head back into my mouth, sucking on it, my tongue finding his urethral opening trying to coax any remaining remnants of cum out. He gently rocked it in and out of my mouth, my lips providing a tight seal. He started to lose some rigidity.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and started to pee between my legs into the toilet! With the semi hard on he still had, he could not aim his pee very well, it was going everywhere, my t-shirt, my legs, he peed directly onto my dick... I started to cum! All over the place, I was having a massive orgasm, shooting all the way to the door behind him between his legs...! When I was done, my first coherent thought of the evening was realising there was no toilet paper! His pee was all over my dick and pubes, spotting my jeans, and I was sitting on pee on the toilet seat. I stood and pulled up my jeans, wet spots showing everywhere. He pulled up his jeans and thankfully he was completely dry. But his semi-erect dick was still massive and still bulged the front of his jeans, still showed his state of arousal. Very much showing. I remember the thought that went through my mind was I wanted to suck him again. In that situation that was all I could think of!

He saw me looking at his bulge and laughed which brought us both back to reality. Quietly, so that we'd not be overheard, we decided our best option for not being noticed would be to rush out together. If anybody did notice, we'd already be gone. I'd stay close behind him; it was dark in the club, we hoped not too many people would see the wet spots on my jeans and his arousal. As we walked through the club, some guys noticed and realised what they were seeing. I heard whistles, a few angry cat calls. But they just turned me on more! We walked straight by his girlfriend at the bar, neither of us said a word to her. I remember the look on her face, if looks could kill. I had felt sorry for her.

We made it outside the club and to his car. Immediately as he had sat down I reached over and grabbed his jeans front, my fingers scrabbling for the zip, opening his jeans. I took his dick into my mouth, mentally thanking Viagra for doing its thing. Distantly, I knew people were walking outside, there were lights on — if anyone looked into the car, they would have seen me sucking his dick. It's another massive turn on! Sitting upright, he could see everything outside, the people passing by; he pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. As I was sucking him in, feeling his shaft filling my mouth, his head pushing into my throat, it occurred to me that if any of the guys from the club were to come out and see us, we would have been in some serious trouble. But I didn't pause for a millisecond, his dick felt so good in my mouth. I pulled back a little, his head was back in my mouth where I could savour it, my tongue all over it. The shot of lust had receded, I was now giving him a blowjob with a clear mind, servicing him. Years later, when I close my eyes, I can still feel how his dick felt, how he tasted.

After I had sucked him for a while, he started to cum again, but he was almost on empty, dry heaving, he was panting. There was no way I was going to leave it at that, I wanted to taste him again, a full load. We had a brief discussion, it was easy to convince him, we drove to my place. We headed straight to the bedroom, stripped, and my mouth found his cock in record time and I was soon sucking him again.

I sucked him that entire night; when he wasn't fucking me that is. It was around 6AM on Sunday that I, and the Viagra, finally let his erection go down.

Sunday was, well, that's another story...