I remember it well.
I was living in the South at the time, and was just starting to bareback. And at this point I’d only ever messed around with white guys and the occasional Latino.
It was Good Friday, and like a lot of Southerners I had the day off. So I was online cruising.
I started chatting with a guy on gay.com and we were both looking for action. He didn’t have a profile pic, but his description said he was Black.
I had been wanting to let a black guy fuck me for quite some time, as I kept finding myself increasingly turned on by porn scenes with hung black dudes fucking the shit out of white guys.
Anyway, he was apparently on the DL (married!) but his wife was busy and he wanted some ass.
We agreed to meet up at the Home Depot parking lot close to his place so we could see if we wanted to hook up.
I arrived first, but only had to wait a few minutes. He pulled up in an Accord and we sized each other up.
“So man— you game?” He asked.
“Sure,” I said. And I followed him back to his townhouse.
Once at his place he led me back to the bedroom, past feminine decorations and wedding pictures, etc.
The man was in his late 30’s, handsome, and dark-skinned. He also stood about 6’2” and still had the semi-muscular build of an ex-jock.
He stood by the foot of the bed (it had a floral comforter on it), unzipped his fly, and hauled out his cock.
It was beautiful.
Thick, uncut, and hefty, with a velvety, ebony look. And once I got him erect with my mouth— a good 8 inches.
He fucked my mouth for awhile then pulled me up into a kiss. I remember his thick, soft lips and his tongue exploring my mouth.
Then I was stripped free of my clothes— he also stripped— and I was greeted by muscular arms, pecs, and just a bit of a belly. All smooth.
He put a towel down and we got on the bed. He started some porn— straight porn, which served as the backdrop to our sex. I sucked him some more, then he asked me to roll over on my stomach.
I knew what was coming next.
He lubed up, and I felt that black knob pushing at my butthole. I asked him to go easy because he was so big. And he did.
He slowly thrust back and forth, teasing my hole, letting me open slowly for him. Soon he was halfway in— then it was game on.
Once he impaled me on the full length of his black shaft, he started fucking me with Hard, even thrusts. And he lay the full weight of his muscled body on top of me.
With Every thrust I groaned into the pillow, and he softly grunted into my ear.
He fucked me like this for awhile, probably 15 solid minutes— never varying speed or thrust. Ten slowly he started speeding up.
By the end he was madly humping my ass and his groin was making wet, slapping sounds on my ass. I was crying out “ah! Ah! Ah!” as his cock was like steel and stabbing my guts deep.
He started moaning loudly, and then I felt it. His cock started spasming in my ass and I knew he was finally cumming.
His body bucked and shuddered on top of me as his sperm dumped into my ass. When he finished, he lay on top of me for a few more minutes before popping his semi-hard cock out of my ass.
“Thanks, I needed that. My old lady hasn’t been putting out lately,” he told me.
I then told him that he was my first black guy. He smiled and said that he was glad that he could tag my ass first.
He also predicted that he would just be the first of many. He was right.
I drove home with his jizz leaking out of my hole, thinking to myself that I could r wait for more big, black cock to breed my ass.
