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Interesting, the things an adult might pick up. Not sure they're always true, till you really look into them for yourself, actually investigate, or have first-hand rather than second-hand experience.
What I read somewhere had to do with the claim, if you're interested, that black guys — big, muscular, built like brick shit-houses, black guys — were not only wearing bikinis under their tight pants. They were wearing pink panties.
WTF, right? Hard to accept — even harder to escape the mental, gay-porn image. Real big, long and thick — bulging dicks, lying across their groins, pushing at the waist-bands, tip of the foreskin maybe appearing, above girlish pink panties, the kind you associate maybe with gays? Damn.
So it was the sort of thing you'd check snopes.com to see if it had been just a gay turn-on. Sure, there was another way. Later for that. Research via the Internet, first, and I don't mean Google videos, staged or photoshopped as those might well be. Sure — basic racist appeal to the stereotypical big back cock, right? Coming from — maybe — fantasies allegedly coming from experienced people, mostly women, who claimed — maybe — to have seen them when the trousers came down. H'mm. Hard for even a straight guy to escape just, you know, quick checking the packages, swift look for panty-line maybe line crossing round ass-muscles. Well? See anything? Your own cock — admit it — feeling the first stirring. What if...!
So eventually, you have to take the next step. Glory-hole in an adult bookstore, next to a cubicle that a big black guy has just entered. Stoop down, look thro, see what you can see in the light of the movie screen, see if you can see what's showing in the movie. Listen for the zipper, watch what's appearing: bulging, thick, half-drooping, long. Velvety, purplish-black and pink around the mushroom head. Yeah... Pink panties visible? Or just a cock turning in your direction, presented through the glory-hole so it's time maybe to answer the actual call, open your lips, suck in what you can manage. And get your fingers down the shaft to the tight curls, see if you can feel or see what the big guy is wearing. Bikinis? Boxers? Secondary to what you're actually gobbling, letting it get deeper and deeper, deep-throating you with the thick, long, hot shaft throbbing in your mouth, getting down past your old gag reflex, so you get it right in the throat, give it room, feel it twitch, twitch, and then, yes, gush that wel-known warm and thick fluid and you hold on as it comes and comes till the big cock begins to sag and shrink, withdrawing with a slurp-pop from your rounded lips. Oh-kay...
No chance of the big black guy doing turnabout as fair play. Macho man, pure top. You're a bottom, at least for now, white boy queer sucking a big fat black cock. The way of the world, as is, right? And yes, one swallow doesn't make a truth. Anecdotal. You're maybe gonna go glory-hole hunting in the 'hood, or up next to the truck-stop on the Interstate, hoping you'll get enough chances to find out from direct experience — if there's anything to the rumor beyond fantasy. You're gonna let it go, masturbate in your own pink bikinis over the video-image in your head? Safest thing, obviously. Not just possible violence — disease, obviously. But who's gonna settle for their cock, condom-wrapped cock, getting sucked off right? Not your basic muscular black top, who's got a macho self-image to protect, the furthest thing from coming out to personal gayness! No way that guy is sucking you off, turnabout maybe being fair play, but it's just not gonna happen. Married guy in sexless marriage, sure. He's usually so desperate for cock-sucking, fucking of any kind, he'll take it in the mouth and even up the ass if necessary to get laid somehow, and he'll come, gasping, no matter which way he gets off or gets you off as part of your deal. As I've personally found to be true. So of course, like any good investigator, you need to gather some more data on who's wearing the pink panties — cotton or whatever, satiny, spandex could be. interesting, Am I right?
Next muscular black guy who nodded towards the cubicles, I went right into his, and got on my knees for him, unzipping his package to check what we had here. Trousers down, he was wearing bikinis, alright. And bingo, guess what? In the available light — they were indeed pink.! So I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick cock, cupped his balls .with my other hand — cotton undies, not silky — and we proceeded with what he got me in there for. Five minutes of taking as much as possible — damn, he lived up to the stereotype! — and he unloaded a gusher down my throat. I choked it down, gasping, pulled his panties back in place, tight, patted them farewell — might not get them again, right? — zipped him up, and got to my feet.
Damn if he didn't stoop down, and get my soft little white cock into his hot and ready mouth...! Turnaround really is fair play? Damn! So I got hard for him, obediently, and came in his mouth in return for his letting me pleasure him. And he really was good at sucking cock, too, licked me all clean, after I came down his hot throat, restored me to my pants, and held on to me for
an unusual minute or two before letting go. We were both smiling by them. What do you know — mutual gayness! No gay-dar in operation earlier on!
Be damned. We kissed, his mouth and mine probably tasting about the same from all that come — and he whispered, "Gonna be back here sometime? Or you got another place we can meet for a little mutual ass-fucking?" I grinned, kissing his cheek as I squeezed his long, zipped-in bulge. "Let's get over to my place, right now," I said. His eyes widened, and he nodded happily. "Take both cars?" "Follow me." And so he did, and so we did.
My cock loved his tight, hot ass-channel, but his dick was a bit thick going up inside me, even after he'd rimmed me into relaxing as much as I could, nervous about him splitting my ass apart. What can you do? Every sphincter is different, so they say. So after I let him go ahead and hard-bang me until he exploded up my ass till we both came, I basically dozed off as he got dressed, leaving me his pink panties as a souvenir, for then anyway. Not the end — far from it!
OK, then I really am a bit of a cum-slut. I accept that. The results of my research so far just confirmed what I'd read. A bit more reading — seemed most black guys who wore pink bikinis claimed to be studs, did it for the cotton comfort and how they looked, big bulge sagging outwards when the cock inside is long and soft, following a good fuck or blow-job.!
H'm. Seemed white gals OK'd this. A few pink-panty-wearers admitted to liking being sucked off by guys as well as by girls, while wearing their panties. Alright. who doesn't like a hot mouth around your cock, no matter whose kind of hot mouth it is? And of course, the other guys had to either be stuck in the closet or claiming just bi-curiosity. Yeah, right. Bisexual, OK. Bi- curious after the first time you've returned the favor to the guy who sucked you off? Bullshit.
Y'know, I'd rather suck a real expert, like a full-on gay brother. My new boyfriend, of course, from the glory-hole adventure and the follow-up in my place, I bought him some nice panties in return for his gift. He looked like the stud he certainly was, in them. His cock had to be at least ten inches, hard, an impressive bulky rod in his panties even when soft. So fucking big! Ooh!
My gay buddies were of course jealous of my luck. He grinned and said luck had nothing to do with my cock-sucking. It was practice that made me his perfect slut. And since we were both sort of sluts, we got to share our lucky nights, sometimes in nice little threesomes, sometimes in separate adventures we reported back to one another in bed, slowly jerking off or gently sucking one another, listening to the stories — embellished on both sides, I'm sure. Anything to keep your baby happy, am I right?
Even went along to a party with him, got triple-penetration — two up the ass or mouth, one in the other hole, in front of him, his eyes bulging at the number — and sizes — of cocks I could take for his viewing pleasure Not like I was a first-timer! In fact, naturally, I loved showing off to him, on my back with my legs up around some other guy's neck, him deep up my asshole, both of us fuckers grunting and gasping as we came together, my head tilted back to suck some other guy — maybe my baby — standing behind me. As I told y!ou — I'm an expert cock-sucker and a cum-slut both. Love cock, either end.!