For whatever reason, I haven't hooked up with many black men. I've fellated over 300 men in my life and perhaps three of them were black. I'm not sure why this is the case. I have no preference for any race -- if you are clean and have a nice cock, I don't care what color you are -- I'll drop down to my knees and give you the best blowjob of your life.
I've been sucking cock for almost twenty years, and through all that time I look essentially the same. I have a little less hair, but at 39 I can still pass for a student. I'm 5'7" and am slim at 150 lbs. I keep myself in shape with Yoga and Pilates. I have boyish South Asian features, full soft lips, large eyes and long eye lashes. I generally don't have difficulty finding nice cock to suck.
One of my cruising grounds is an old bathhouse that's about a half an hour drive from my house. I don't go there that often, as it is run down and kind of a dump. Also, unlike most bathhouse, it closes at 11pm every night. I hadn't been there in sometime, so one boring Saturday night I gave it a shot.
I got there around 8:30 or so and found that it was mostly empty. I suppose so close to closing, most people were on their way out. I wandered the halls for some time but found no prospects, so I settled in a television lounge area and watched a movie.
As the movie was ending, the place was now virtually empty. There were two staff members who were cleaning up, and one other gentleman who was watching the movie with me. They all happened to be black.
With hardly anyone here, there was no need to be modest. Both myself and the other remaining patron were watching the movie in the nude, having dropped our towels long ago. He was sitting next to me on a couch and I couldn't help but admire him. He was in his 30s I would guess, slim and fit. He wore glasses and had a kind demeanor. And his cock was lovely -- a good six inches limp.
I reached over to stroke him. He turned to me and smiled as I leaned my body into his -- kissing his soft black lips and then working my way down his muscular chest and tight stomach. Soon enough, I found myself on my knees devouring his manhood -- now a beautiful thick eight inches.