I have always loved girls, women, females and I still do. But, in 2011, I had an experience that showed me that along with girls, women, females, I just plain love sex.
On the road for a few days, crisscrossing South Florida, I was staying in motels. In one, where I had planned to stay from Friday afternoon until a Monday morning meeting, I met someone new. I had gone to a grocery on Saturday morning to get some cold drinks, and snacks and was unloading and stocking the little refrigerator in the room. As I walked back and forth from my truck to the room, I noticed a good looking black guy, a few rooms down who was unloading his rental car. He was wearing some form fitting spandex shorts, and I saw him as being a bit feminine. We made eye contact, and I smiled and waved to him. I had never had a man to man experience, but this man was good looking, and looked like a real gentleman.
He walked over to me and commented that it was a nice day. I agreed and asked: "Do you smoke weed?" to which he replied that he did. I invited him in to smoke a joint, thinking that it might mean a blow job for me. Inside the room I introduced myself, and Jamal told me his name. As we smoked, I couldn't help but notice a very impressive lump in his shorts. He was standing, and I was sitting on the bed, seeing it at eye level.
On impulse, with no previous thought, I said: "That is impressive, have you ever used it on a man?"
He put my hand on it and replied: "Yes I have, do you want me to fuck you?"
Nearly breathless, I told him that I would like that but that I had never been fucked before. He assured me that he would handle it.
Jamal told me that he had to go to his room and take care of some business details, but that he would love to come back in 2 hours. He suggested I go to the Dollar General down the street and get some lubricant and a 4 pack of douche bottles and use them to clean myself out.
He left, and I went to the store and returned to the room with the douche bottles. I cleaned myself out, noticing that the water was clear and clean now. I saw that it was nearly time for Him to return, so I rolled a couple more joints, and undressed to my underwear.
In just a few minutes, he returned, and when he came in, he took the joint I offered him, and then got on the bed with me. He slid his shorts and shirt off, then helped me with my underwear. "Where is the lube, baby?" he asked. I handed it to him, and he climbed between my legs, as he put some on his beautiful cock. He lifted my legs so that my ankles were on his shoulders and pressed himself to me. Using the lube on the head of his cock to wet my opening, he began working his way in. I don't know that I had ever felt hornier, and wanted to feel him inside me. We hadn't done any foreplay, but I was ready for this, and wanted it badly.
When the head of his cock started through my sphincter, I felt pain, lots of pain, and tried to press back on his thighs. He said: "Move your hands, I am coming in, and then it will start feeling good." He then made one push and was several inches inside me. That took my breath, and he let it lay like that before he began pushing the rest into me. He pulled back, then pushed in again, getting even deeper, and did this several times, and then I felt his nut sack touch me. I had all of that magnificent weapon in me.
"You have got me all the way in you." He whispered, smiling at me.
All I could say was: "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me hard." And fuck me he did. The rest of the afternoon, during the night, and the next morning. During that first fuck all I could do was lay there and take it.
I had noticed the clock when we got into bed, and 20 minutes later, he said, breathlessly: "I'm gonna cum." I was panting, and felt him push deep, deeper even than he had been, and he began cumming. The feeling was awesome. Even though I didn't ejaculate, I was as satisfied as him, yet wanted more. He relaxed his hold on my legs, and I moved them so they were around his waist.
Now, I could move, and I matched his moves as he kept fucking me. He hadn't softened, and felt just as hard, just as rigid as when he did the first stroke. I liked this.
During the years past, several girlfriends and 2 wives and I have been into swinging, and during those encounters, I have seen some people putting there best fuck forward. I had never seen a white guy that could go for over 5 minutes and then they needed several more, maybe an hour to be ready to perform again, while most of the black guys went for at least a half hour, and then stayed hard, as they fucked their way to their next orgasm.
