I got talking to my new next-door-neighbour. Turns out he is a medical student very much into acupressure and chiropractice. He is from Botswana, and has a matt, milk-chocolate brown skin. About 6 foot and toned, but not heavily built. Brilliant white-tooth smile. It started to rain and so I beckoned Jojo inside so he hopped over the wall and followed me in.
We made some coffee whilst we discussed things happening around. It was a warm day and Jojo was only wearing some elasticated-waist shorts, and as he moved it was quite clear there was something going on well down the left leg. Interesting. I steered the subject round to ethnicity and how it was perceived by him here in the UK so that eventually I was able to get in a question leading to what had me curious. I asked him if it were true that African races were built larger than Caucasians. Jojo never batted an eyelid and, most surprisingly, immediately yanked down his shorts and said, "See for yourself." I was standing facing Jojo at the time, and suddenly I am looking at a guy virtually naked, and then I am viewing a most handsome piece of brown meat hanging straight down, roughly 6 inches in length, as I had sort of surmised.
I was mesmerised by what I was looking at, and my bi-curiosity was piqued. Without any conscious direction my right hand reached forward and gently gripped the flaccid tool, and I found myself gently massaging the foreskin up and down exposing the head which had a much lighter colour. Jojo leaned back against the wall and clearly was enjoying the attention. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed, and so it felt quite natural to drop to my knees and take the head of his meat into my mouth. Soon I had a rigid upward-pointing shaft of steel surely well over 8 inches. I leaned back to admire my prize, and heard Jojo say softly, "Please continue. Please do not stop."
I returned my attention to his shaft, and as I did so, Jojo placed his hands over my ears and gently guided me back and forth on his awesome tool. This was new ground for me but very enjoyable and I had to be careful not to take in too much and gag, especially as Jojo became more and more excited and started to buck at the hips. I had one hand on his ball sack savouring the quality of the contents when I felt them twitch followed by a pulsing of his dick resulting in thick, warm creamy goo shooting hard into my mouth. Rather salty, but not wanting to look bad I thought it better to swallow the load.
That was a couple of months back, and I had been busy and so I had not seen Jojo around. It was a Monday and the phone rang about 12 noon. It was Jane! I was floored, not expecting to ever hear from her again. Turns out she had been offered a weekend appointment for a meeting of her bosses in my home town. She was free on the Friday and would I like to meet? Meet? Meet HER meat? Does a donkey like strawberries? We decided that to keep it private, it would not be a good idea to meet at her hotel and so she would come over to my place at 7 by taxi.
My mind was racing. Jane was now presumably a fully-developed sex goddess and here am I the same old codger, still active but surely she was way out of my league now. I did not wish to disappoint. Then the penny dropped: JOJO!!. Jane had back problems and Jojo had skills. Put two and two together and make five! I rang Jane back and told her about my medical student neighbour friend with massage skills and she took the bait. I offered no explanation of his potential involvement beyond massage, and Jane requested none. All's well! Next, I rang Jojo and explained the situation, that Jane would like his massage skills, and I fully expected a full-on three-some to evolve. No problem for Jojo and so we were all set. I left the call to Jojo advising him to wear those same elasticated-waist pale green shorts but forget the undies. Casual.
That week passed SO slowly. Eventually, Friday came round, and then eventually evening. Jojo came round at 6:30 smelling like a florist shop and dressed in a loose T-shirt and the required shorts, plus flip-flops which he discarded at the door. I was attired in a similar fashion.