It's an hour before dawn and still dark as night when I leave my house.
I'm dressed in a jockstrap, shorts, and running shoes. It's mid-spring and the humid air feels like a hot wet towel as I walk down the street to warm up.
I turn onto Manor Road and jog slowly west. As I pass the streetlight at the intersection of Manor and Cherrywood, an old beat-up black Mustang pulls up beside me. It stops, even though the light is green. The driver's looking me over. I smile and wave, then turn south on Cherrywood and jog away.
The Mustang continues west on Manor for a half-block, then makes a sudden U-turn. It turns south onto Cherrywood, drives past me slowly, and makes another U-turn. It pulls up to the curb beside me. The driver rolls the Mustang's passenger window down and beckons me forward. "Want a ride?" he asks.
"No thanks, I'm jogging." I bend down to speak to him. In the glow of the dashboard lights, I can see that he's a handsome young black man, slender and well-muscled. His fly is open and his cock is sticking straight up. It looks like it's a foot long and as thick as a baseball bat.
My heart hammers and it's hared to breathe as I stare at his oversized member. This seems like a dream—a really messy wet dream—but I know it's not.
"Suck my dick," he says. I just stare at him, occasionally at his face, but mostly at the giant tower of flesh rising from his crotch. I still don't believe this is happening, but I can't ignore his monster rod. "Suck my dick . . . Please!" he begs.
"Okay." I open the door and get into the car.
We pull away from the curb, smooth and fast. The Mustang may be beat up, but it's still in good mechanical condition. "Do you have a place?" he asks.
"No." I don't want to take him home.
The Mustang guy's in a hurry. He drives with one hand and strokes his hard cock with the other as we rocket through several apartment parking lots. He turns into an alley and parks between a van and an oversized pickup truck.
He turns to face me, putting his right knee on the driver's seat. The roof is so low he has to bend forward, leaning over me. I pull his pants down. He's gone commando and his big dark chocolate balls swing free. He's breathing hard and his cock is throbbing. "Suck me now!"
His mahogany rod is even longer and thicker than my big black bodybuilder fuck buddy Fred's giant pole {"Mr. Right Now Chapters 4-6"}. I wrap my hands around his shaft with one hand over the other.
I can't close my fingers completely around his thick tool. My hands are big, but there's a one-inch gap between my thumbs and index fingers. His giant bell-shaped cock-head and the upper inches of his shaft stick out from my closed hands.
"Come on!" he demands. "Suck it." His cock-head is slick with precum.
I stretch my lips around his cock-head. It feels like sucking a baseball bat, but I manage to take his glans and the first inches of his shaft inside my mouth.
He fucks my face, forcing his immense member forward and down my throat. My head rocks back under the impact. I keep my two-handed grip on his plunging pole, controlling the violence of his thrusts. It's like riding a bucking bronco, just trying to stay on. I keep my mouth around his cock-head, licking and sucking its stretched skin while he tries to ram his rod through the back of my throat. My mouth is full of precum and spit. I swallow, but some of it escapes and runs down over my closed fists.
My rock-hard cock is painfully restrained by my tightly-stretched jockstrap, but I can't spare a hand to reach inside my shorts and free it.
He suddenly stops shoving his cock into my mouth. "Let me fuck you."
I freeze. "No." I want it, but his monster pole is too big. "I really want to suck you off." I lick and suck his bulging balls while I jack his stiff dick.
"Fuck!" he moans. "You're way better than a woman." He forces his pole back into my mouth and thrusts even faster and more violently than before.
I keep sucking and jerking him, taking more of his driving rod in my mouth while I squeeze his bulging balls. Suddenly, he screams and pumps hard hot jets of cum into my mouth. It's like trying to drink from a fire hose. I try to swallow all of it, but some escapes and runs down over my hands.
He pulls away and collapses into the driver's seat, panting with his eyes closed.
My cock is still painfully stiff, so I push my running shorts down and take my swollen pole out of my jockstrap.
I stroke my stiff rod while I look at the man beside me. His eyes are still closed, but he's breathing normally. I need to get off, but he probably won't suck my cock. Maybe he'll give me a hand job. Or . . .
He sits up and turn his head to look at me. "Let me fuck you now."
My boner gets even bigger as I think of taking that monster cock up my ass. It's scary and exciting, like mountain climbing or skydiving. But, in this tight little car with bucket seats and a console between us? Or outside, with me bent over the hood?
"All right," I say. "Let's go to my place. It's really close." Our search for a private spot had ended up a few blocks from my house.
He forces his hard-on back into his pants. I pull my shorts up, leaving my cock outside my jockstrap and making an immense bulge in my shorts.
We roar down the alley and turn onto a major street. Two minutes later, we're pulling into my driveway.
Inside the house, I stop and face him. "Will you kiss me?"
