Black Diaries

The keeper

First things first, I'm a black in my mid-twenties and over the course of the past nine years of my wonderful adolescence, I've had a variety of different sex encounters that will forever stay buried under the Dome of pleasure and secrecy. Having been given an ultimatum to either face social backlash or keep it to yourself, in Africa it has always been tough.

I have decided to open up and share each unique story the way it happened to me, and I do hope you enjoy your time as much as I did mine.

This encounter happened when I least expected it, or maybe my partner at that moment felt the same thing. He was new to the village , and he was a pastoralist for hire, to those unfamiliar with this word, it means: someone who herds and raises animals and in this case, it was cattle. He used to pass by our house with only a white vest on, showing his well-defined muscles from all the heavy lifting at his boss's farm, sweaty and glistening in the noon sun, he looked like an African god. He would run with the cattle with his staff and those robust legs keeping it up with the cattle's pace. He was a sight to behold.

At first he didn't notice me looking at him, I would run to the window and look at his lusty back whipping those cows and I eagerly wished it was me he was whipping and it was like that for a whole month till it finally happened.

My mother and sister had somewhere to go that day, so I decided to escort them to the main road to get a taxi, it was an unusually hot day, so I was in a hurry to head back home.

After I said my goodbyes to them, I was jogging back home when I noticed that he had pulled his vest over his head, exposing his beefy chest. It was glistening in the sun, as always, with sweat and the cattle were just grazing on the pasture around.

He was lying down, facing upwards with eyes closed. The area around was all bush and hardly anyone would pass by at that time, so I kept on ogling that musclebound perfection as he basked in the sun.

Sensing that he was being watched, he stood up and looked around, and instead of moving along, I froze and waved.

He smiled and waved back, then he stood up and walked towards me.

My heart started beating fast as he approached, he was a few inches shorter than me.

He then just nodded his head towards the unfinished house by the stream, held me by my hand and I followed like a submissive bull to the altar.

Inside, the house was well plastered, but the floor was still concrete. It seemed like the part we had entered was the kitchen.

He closed the door behind us, and turned around and started unbuttoning his trousers just to let his seven-inch wood fly free. He was uncut, and veiny from all the blood rushing into his shaft. My very own shaft was fighting for freedom against the sweatpants I had on.

That gesture didn't need any further instructions, so I knelt down and started licking the tip and tasting his oozing pre-cum. His scent was the right mix of grass and human musk, which drove me crazy at this point. Using my hand, I started stroking him while foreskinning him in the meantime. That earned me a small, guttural moan from him.

Finally, I swallowed him bit by bit. My mouth was small, but I tried to take him as much as I could, but he was still too big for me to take. The room filled with slick and sucking sounds from the fellatio I was giving him, and I could feel him shiver every time I put him in my mouth.

Funny thing about Africans is that, we don't kiss, so he took me by the shoulders, and he told me to lean against the unfinished kitchen island lying on my stomach with my arse towards him, and he pulled my pants down exposing my arse. I was blessed by a big arse, so he had to spread my cheeks in order to expose my hole. I was already puckering and eagerly waiting to receive him.

It was my turn to moan when I felt his tongue on my entrance. It felt so good. It looked like this was not his first time rimming someone. I could feel his tongue swirling within my arse, and it took great strength not to moan aloud. As if that was not enough for, he held one of my legs up, gaining more access to my goods, and he continued to tongue fuck me.

By this time, I was going to cum hands-free, then he stopped feasting on me like a bowl of noodles, took my by the wall near the would-be kitchen counter, bent me over and my heart flattered again since I knew it was time to receive his man meat.

Using a small amount of slick Vaseline ;the kind walks with.and uses after having a quick bath in the nearby ponds, he pulled his foreskin back and launched gently into me.

Even after years of sex, this size did a number on me as I had to feel some pain because of his it, but after a few strokes in and out of me, I felt fine and then like an animal, he held me by my hips and started pounding my arse, faster and with control.

The slapping sounds drove me crazy, and I was silently praying that no one was hearing us as my eyes rolled up from the extensive pleasure.

He pounded me like that for who knows how long, and he would occasionally pull out, spit some saliva on his manmeat and put it back in, pounding away like an animal.

He pulled out, turned me and swooped me up by my waist, I put my hands around his thick neck and my legs around his waist as he took me to the kitchen island.

He put me on top but left my arse slightly in midair and I had to use my hands to support myself as he held onto my legs.

He then launched his fat meat by my entrance and there was no resistance this time, so he began pounding me again and this time, I was so exposed that he would reach my g spot easily and within the first few minutes of heavy pounding, I sprayed my cum on the both of us, but he didn't even stop.

He continued to pound me more fiercely than before and his hold on my thighs tightened, which told me that he was about to cum too. His breathing sped up with every thrust, and finally he pulled out and sprayed his own seed on my stomach, milking his meat dry, and he launched right back in to pound me one last time till his was limp.

He straightened me to sit right onto the kitchen island, and he rested his head on my chest while standing still. I held his head there while he listened to my heartbeat steady itself. I didn't want this moment to end, but I had to go.

We spent a good ten minutes like that before we went to one of the secluded ponds to wash off, and I went my way. Of course, that was not the last time we had sex, and although I had to wait for the right time, it was worth it.

One time I found him looking at one of the would-be dinning area of the same house, he smiled at me, I was so hungry for him after two weeks of not seeing him, so I just took to the nearest wall with his back against it, pulled down his pants to expose his hard seven inches, I didn't bother with lube, I just spit in my hands, lubbed his cock, held it by my hand and launched it in my arse and started riding him without a care in the world.

That and among a few more times until it was time for him to transfer to another farm. Of course, I was hurt, but the goodbye sex was even better as we went at it for hours.

It was an encounter I could never forget, and I had to share it with everyone. Of course, don't forget to keep it a secret 🤭🤫