Category: <span>interracial</span>

Hotel Encounter

I was in an online chat room one morning when I met a man named Thomas. He told me he was at a hotel nearby and he was looking for oral sex. I asked Thomas if he would like some company and he said to come over to his room. The hotel in question is only five minutes drive from my home. I drove over and found Thomas’s room number.

I knocked and was greeted by a surprise. Thomas opened the door, he had just stepped out of the shower. Thomas was a short, black man who was totally naked. I looked down to see an enormous black cock dangling between Thomas’s legs. It was close to ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. The first thing that went through my head was how I would ever suck that big of a cock.

Thomas invited me in and told me to get comfortable by taking off my clothes. I was a bit embarrassed when I slipped out of my duds. My seven inch cock looked so tiny when I compared it to Thomas’s dick. Thomas went over to the bed and motioned me to follow. I crawled in between Thomas’s thighs. I took his massive pecker into my hand and brought it up to my lips.

Thomas took his one hand and started to push my head down onto his shaft. I could barely fit his cockhead between my lips. I was almost choking on his rod. I tried to swallow as much as I could. Thomas was beginning to get harder from the action of my mouth. In reality I could maybe get four or five inches down my throat. His cock was just too big.

Vacation At The Beach

Up until now, I have always been a heterosexual male. Recently, though I have been rethinking my sexuality. The last few relationships with girls have been less than exciting and have ended badly. I am not saying that I am giving up entirely on girls, but I am curious about how I would feel about having sex with another man.

So, to explore my newfound curiosity I decided to go on a vacation to an Island resort in Jamaica by myself. However, before going on this vacation, I needed to spend a few extra hours in the gym to whip my body in shape. After all if I was going to attract any attention, I needed to be as fit and trim as I could possible be.

After a month of extra hard workouts, I decided to book my trip. My travel agent was a nice guy, so when I told him that I wanted to go to a secluded beach resort in Jamaica, he said that he had the perfect place. Once the trip was all set, I went shopping for a new bathing suit since all of mine were sort of old and outdated.

I went to this little shop downtown and started looking around at all of the suits. There were hundreds of those surfer-type suits that hang down to your knees and are covered with every color in the rainbow. I didn’t think that style was going to get the reaction that I was looking for, so I ventured into another section that carried men’s thong bathing suits. I was just about to buy a black one, when I spotted a suit rack with what looked like a bunch of strings hanging from it. I thought “what the hell!” if I was going to go down that road, I might as well go all the way. I picked out a bright pink string bikini that was comprised of a piece of cloth no larger than my hand and some strings attached that tied together to hold it in place.

I was almost ready for my trip. On occasion when I have been on a beach before, I had noticed some guys with small rings hanging from their nipples. It really intrigued me and since I have always had naturally larger than normal nipples, I thought that some day I might want to have my nipples pierced. Well, today was that day. I was just in a mood to do a whole bunch of things differently than I have ever done before. Right near the little shop where I just bought my new “bathing suit” was another little shop advertising tattoos and piercing on its front window. So I walked right into the shop.

There was a rough-looking guy at the front desk with tattoos all over his arms and neck that asked if he could help me. I told him that I was considering having my nipples pierced. He said that he had an opening right now if I was interested. I said absolutely and escorted me into a back room. After picking out some jewelry to adorn my nipples, he asked me to remove my shirt and sit back in what looked like a dentist’s chair.

I know that I was in the mood to try new things, but when the moment had arrived I was a little nervous. He marked the sides of both of my nipples with a black marker after cleaning the area to be pierced with an alcohol swab. He then reached over to his tray and grabbed a long needle. He placed the tip of the needle over one of the black markings on my right nipple and told me to brace myself. With one quick motion he pushed the needle right through my nipple. Boy, that hurt like a bitch. Then without wasting anytime, he picked up the 10 gauge nipple ring that I had chosen and inserted it into the hole in my nipple while pulling the needle all the way through.

Very Special

Friday night, the end of another strenuous work week. Every night, it’s the same: be there at 10, get off at 3. I liked my hours at the shipping factory. It was late, not a lot a noise and I worked by myself. I wasn’t a hateful person, I just preferred working alone. I certainly wasn’t one to turn heads, either, being of average height and a slight weight of 135. I had long since overcome most of my adolescent insecurities and focused my attention on school and work.

For a young man of 23, I was to busy with my studies and my job to have a social life anyway. My fellow workers were merely people that came and went with a passing nod, and I’d silently acknowledge them with a wave or polite smile. The weekend passed quickly and I made my way back to work Monday night after class. I punched in and went to my loading dock. When I got there, I was surprised to find Beth, my supervisor, and this Black guy standing with her talking.

“Paul,” she began, “this is Terence. You’ll be his training instructor for the next two weeks. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but last month we got more applicants than we expected.” I was taken aback; not by this last-minute announcement, but by Terence’s magnetic physical beauty. He stood about 6”1 and had a firm, athletic build. He had on a black T-shirt that showed full definition of his biceps, and neatly pressed khaki pants. He wore black military boots that accented his rugged masculinity. I had had fantasies about being with a Black man before, but being the introvert that I was, I never mustered the nerve to act upon any of my carnal desires.

“Oh, it’s alright,” I replied, feeling a heavy uneasiness all over me. “Damn,” I thought to myself as my cock began to slowly harden, “why couldn’t I get a fat, sweaty middle-aged beer guzzler instead of this ebony adonis?”

“I’ll see you guys later then. Terence, remember to report back to me at 2:45,” Beth said as she turned to go back to her office.

“I gotcha,” he replied coolly, a nonchalant indifference in his smooth, low voice.