Darnell told me that I was welcome back at his place anytime, but as badly as I wanted to drop by, I wasn't ready yet. He'd given me the single best night of my life, and I desperately wanted to return the favor. I was still new to dealing with anything of his calibre though. My husband, despite whatever attempts he'd made with that little pink thing of his, had failed to prepare me for a real cock. If I was going blow Darnell's mind, I needed practice.
Still, I wasn't exactly deep in the Black Cock Scene, so I hit up the forum and started cruising my old missed connections. I was looking for something quick and dirty. Something I could lock down in a few messages and really break the training wheels off. Nothing complicated and drawn out, just a Big Black Cock to practice my technique on. After a little browsing by area, and sending out some tasteful nudes, I found what I was looking for.
The Friday night after my birthday, I told Dusty I was going out. I didn't bother telling him where I was going, or when I'd be back. It wasn't any of his business anyway. I drove across the city, feeling that familiar need swell up inside of me. I gripped the steering wheel tight and gritted my teeth. I felt like an addict, looking for a fix. Which made sense, because that's exactly what I was.
After a half-hour of fighting traffic, I made it to The Red Door. It was a trashy little local club my girlfriends and I frequented when we wanted loud music and cheap drinks. I eagerly checked my phone. A single text declared that my 'date' had already arrived and was waiting for me in the back. I checked my make-up in the rear-view and hurried inside. After working my way through the Friday night crowd I found him sitting at the bar drinking a glass of ice water.
His name was Tremaine, and he was definitely younger than me. He had to be eighteen to get in, but he couldn't be much more than that. He was tall and lanky, with small but tight muscles. He was wearing rectangular thin-framed glasses and had long hair tied back in bundled dreads.
"Tremaine?" I asked, noticing that he looked almost like his profile picture.
"Hey there sexy, te-tell me you're Shiloh." He stammered, smiling to reveal a mouth full of braces and doing his best to project some false confidence.
I rolled my eyes and placed one hand on the crotch of his baggy jeans.
"Let me see it." I said, the wicked smile growing on my lips betraying my futile attempts to display some sort of dominance in this situation.
He was taken aback by my forwardness, and took a moment to find the right words. He stammered for a bit before swallowing audibly.
"Uh... Here?" He asked, looking around.
I was running out of patience. I needed his cock inside me, needed to feel full again. Needed to get fucked like Darnell had fucked me. Or at least as close as this guy could manage. I took a firm grip of his growing bulge and pulled him off of his barstool. He didn't put up a fight - which is good, because he would have lost. Pulling him along by the crotch, I pushed my way through the shambling crowd and into the men's room. I felt eyes following us, and the thought of being recognized sent bolts of adrenaline surging through me. Deep down, I think I wanted to get caught.
The Red Door's men's room was as trashy as one would suspect from this sort of dive, with cracking red paint covered by an incredible amount of graffiti that spanned each wall and parts of the ceiling, and came in every shade imaginable. It had three stalls, two small and one larger, more accessible one. The poor guy seemed at a total loss as I spun him around and shoved his back against the wall inside the largest stall, slamming the door shut behind me with one heeled foot. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced as I locked him in a deep kiss, pushing my body against his. I kissed him hard and long, rolling my tongue and biting his lower lip as I pulled away. Then I dropped to my knees and pulled his baggy jeans and boxers down in one motion. He gasped loudly as I took his big cock in both hands.
I stroked it in slow, twisting motions, examining my prize up close. The pictures Tremaine had sent were nice, but they didn't really do it any justice. His cock was thicker than Darnell's, but not quite as long. It was less veiny as well, which was fine. I knew I would get what I wanted from it. I pressed my pink-glossed lips to his shaft, kissing it romantically. In a text earlier this week, Darnell had called them DSL's, Dick-Sucking-Lips, but I figured I needed more practice before I could hold that sort of title.
My lips were one of my favorite qualities though. My best friend, June, the twenty-year-old daughter of two very short Chinese immigrants, was especially envious of them. Though she was also envious of my ass, and my tits, as well as my new lifestyle. I'm not trying to say June was lacking in any particular department, just that she was barely five feet even and might clear ninety pounds if she was soaking wet, wearing a big coat and rain boots. June was the very first person I told about my newfound love. For all her minuteness, she was a true size-queen, and while she had never had one herself, she swore by the BBC she'd seen.
As I kissed my way up the shaft of the younger man's thick cock, I thought about June's drawer full of over-sized black dildos.
