I’ve been talking to this black guy on Grindr for a while. He’s impressed by my stories, and wants to meet Mr. Dreadlocks.
I’m not going to tell him who it is. A few weeks ago, the pernicious Adam persuaded me (after a visit to my favourite restroom) to reveal who one of my characters was. When contacted, he freaked out. I think I smoothed it over, but I’m not going through that again!
“Can you just tell him about me?”
Not without feeling used like last week’s Kleenex. I’ve been trying to chat this guy up for a month, and he’s just interested in someone else? “Maybe if I got to know you better!” I fire back.
“I’m free.” he says, flashes his address by.
I look it up on the map. 25 minutes away. “OK.”
“Can you do me a favour and get me a small single cigar? I’m waiting for a delivery and can’t leave the house.”
What? A blowjob and a cigar? I don’t know whether to feel indignant or turned on. I don’t want everyone to start asking me for favours. But OK, just this once. I’ll say no to everyone else. Black dick is so rare here, it’s well worth the $1.55.
I’ve never bought a cigarette in my life. I rush into the gas station and, worried that the cashier think I’m buying for a high school student, nervously ask him if he sells cigars. He rolls his eyes and digs them out from a file cabinet under the counter.
I try to exude confidence. “That one over there. The purple ones, uh, purple sweets.”, as if I always bought this exact brand. Shit, I could buy tampons easier than this.
25 minutes later I pull up to his door and he answers.
“Special delivery,” I say, holding out the cigar. He laughs, thanks me. He’s professional looking, well dressed. I’m comfortable here. He offers me some water.
“Finally, I get to meet the famous author,” he grins and settles into the couch.
My eyes are locked on his crotch. “Yeah, I’m very famous I guess!” I tell him, gulping down my water from the large Christmas tree mug. I’m parched by the unusual heat.
I move in front of him. “Let’s get those shorts off.”
In seconds, he’s nude, standing in front of me. I admire his dark skin, completely hairless except for the tiny curls on his crotch. His body feels so smooth it makes me shiver I run my hands down his sides.
He pushes my head down to his nipples. I oblige, sucking on his left one.
He falls back on the couch and I’m between his legs now, slowly licking up his balls and approaching the mottled circumcision scars on his shaft. I taste salt and the delicious scent of his body. I’m too good at this now. It’s like an artform. Five basic moves, varied with more or less suction. I throw in the deep throat for the wow factor. He’s no Mr. Dreadlocks, but his cut penis presses an inch or so into my esophagus.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” he says. I stop and then go back to giving him gentle licks up his shaft. He lays back, eyes closed, in ecstasy. I hold him there with my gentle licks. When I mouth him again I feel his cock pulse, and I freeze. Just in time; he lets out a long ragged breath and the moment passes. It’s not over yet.
“Let me see your cock,” he tells me.
I pull down my shorts. I’m not hard yet, but I grow quickly as he puts his mouth over my nipple and flicks it with his tongue. I’m on my knees in front of him and he starts to jack me off. It feels awesome. I pay him back by chewing on his nipples again.
I’m close, but I like to stay horny. “I want to taste your cum,” I tell him, and he settles back, fingers on his nipples. I know just what he likes now. I watch what he’s doing with his fingers, then push them aside, flicking his nipples gently. His penis is in my mouth, and once again, he’s in excstasy, but it won’t last this time. I feel it expand and a moment later I can taste his seed. He watches, eyes wide, and gasps as I gently suck it out of him, swallow, then lay his deflated cock down to rest on his thigh.
“Thanks,” I tell him.
“We’ll have to do this again,” he says, incredulous.
“I hope so.” It’s great to find someone who appreciates my skills and shows it. When I get back to my parked car he’s got a message waiting for me.
“Fun. Now u shud introduce me to dread locks”
I laugh out loud. I can’t believe it. A cyclist glares at me as he whips by my window. OMFG. “Sure thing, I’ll send your pic to him right now.”
Totally used. And I love it.