Back in the early 1970s, a few months after my 18th birthday, I moved in with my cousins to be closer to my first job where I sold men shoes at a shopping mall. On my birthday an uncle had gifted me his old car and that gift gave me freedom to go anywhere I pleased. Being a highly sexual, sex curious, dick always hard, 18-year-old black man whose thoughts were always on fucking, I had the freedom to drive to a place that I had long dreamed of going, and that was the adult porno theater. My first time in a Porno Theater had me so sexually excited and filled with so much lust that to my surprise I allowed a black man to touch and grab my hard throbbing cock, and jack me off. He had such a huge, big black hard cock that I not only jacked off his cock, but I also put it in my mouth and sucked it for about 15 or 20 seconds.
My cousin owned a home in a mixed neighborhood where pretty much all the neighbors were friendly and nice. Mr. Fred lived 4 houses down, and we would wave when we would see each other down the street. Mr. Fred was in his late forties, he was a short, rounded white man with a belly. His wife was the same height as he was, and on the chubby side, so they looked perfect together. One day Mr. Fred stopped by my job and bought a pair of shoes. Since it's a men's shoe store its seldomly busy, so he stayed awhile, and we talked about a lot of different things. Every now and then when a woman walked by the store, Mr. Fred would say some sort of sexual comment under his breath, saying things like how he would love to suck on those mellows, or how he would love to stick his cock in that hot snatch, or how he would love to bury his cock in that tight ass hole.
Mr. Fred's visits to my job became more frequent, and his sexual comments and stories became hotter. I would catch him stealing glancing at my crotch to see if I was getting a hard on. Oh yes, my cock would be getting hard. My bulge and dick print were clearly noticeable through my pants. He would also say things like guys my age are full of cum. He stated that when he was my age he would fuck anything, anywhere, and at any time. His favorite things to say to me were that if I found a girl that swallows my load, that she was a keeper, and if I found a girl that loves to take it up the ass, that she was a keeper. He told me that when he was a young lad, an older woman who worked at the grocery store, who he would help carry her groceries home 3 times out of the week, would suck his young hard cock in her kitchen, right before her husband came home from work, and that she would swallow every bit of his big load down her throat. After being sucked dry like that for over a year, you would never want to settle for less, he would say. Right before he would leave for home, he would glance at his watch and say that it was enough chit chatting for the day, and that it was time for him to stop somewhere and get some literature, go home and bury his cock inside the old misses. Many times, after he would leave the store, I would have to leave the showroom floor and go into the stock room to jack off my big hard throbbing cock to the images of his stories and imagine fucking his wife until I would bust big loads of cum into a handkerchief.
