My First Experience
I had just finished my morning class and had a couple of hours before my next one, so I decided to go to my favorite porno movie arcade just outside the Air Force Base. Maybe some airmen would need a little help.
When I got there, I noticed a white pickup truck, and the red mustang of the owner. Maybe the owner of the truck was good looking or at least had a great cock. I walked into the arcade and said hi to the owner. He handed me a roll of quarters. I rarely spent money here, because I have over a dozen regulars who like how I treat dick. I thanked him and went behind the curtain to the booth area. The booths were made of plywood and were 4 feet by 6 feet, and a cabinet with the video.
I heard the whirr of a video and walked to see which booth was active. I turned the corner and saw inside booth 13 a black man, wearing jeans, t-shirt and boots. He had a mustache and a cowboy hat. He looked at me very seriously, as he groped himself. I walked toward him and waited. He stepped back and gestured for me to come in. I entered and locked the door. He sat on the back bench, legs spread wide, and just looked at me. I figured he wanted a blowjob so I knelt between his legs, and started to remove his belt. He grabbed my hands and said, “Ask for permission first, boy.”
“May I suck your dick?” He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I was confused for a while, and it hit me. “May I suck your dick, Sir?”
He smiled briefly. “You have potential, boy. Let’s see how your mouth is.” He undid his belt and opened his zipper. “I want you to reach in there and get it out.”
My hand went into his open jeans and was shocked in what I felt. I had read about big dicked black men, but I thought that it was just a porn thing. I grabbed ahold of his dick at the base, working it down to get to its head. When I freed his dick, I was worried. This wasn’t a dick of a young airman. This was the dick of a Black Man. It was six to seven inches soft and very thick. “Are you going to look at it or suck it?” He said.
I first placed the hooded head of his dick into my mouth. I rarely got to play with uncut dick so I just improvised. I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin and licked his cock head. Slowly his dick started to thicken and get hard. I had to open wide to get him in. As I tried to swallow the whole thing, my tongue never stopped moving, licking both up and down as well as side to side. Eventually, I felt him at the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath, and pushed him down my esophagus. I pumped his dick while it was in my throat and tensed my throat muscles.
I heard him sigh, “Yes, I knew you had potential. Now that you’ve done what you want, it’s my turn.” He held my head to his crotch while he stood up. “I like that you can swallow my dick, but can your throat be fucked?” He put several quarters into the machine, held my head and started to pull his dick out of my throat, until only its head stayed in. I lapped at his foreskin, trying to pull it back so I would have his glorious cock head to play with. But I didn’t have a lot of time. He started to fuck my mouth and throat like some men fuck my ass. My mouth generated so much saliva and phlegm, that it was oozing out of my mouth and down his balls onto the floor. My nose was smashed into his pubes, which I really enjoyed because I get to smell his awesome scent.
He paused while inside my throat and patted my cheek. “More potential. Oh, the things I could do to you, boy.” He fucked my throat mildly for a while, allowing me to breathe quickly. “Now, boy, we’ll test your breath control. Deep breath now.” I took a deep breath. He plunged his dick as far down my throat as possible. He fucked my throat like a pussy, not pulling out to let me breathe. Soon I was desperate for air. I rubbed his hips and moaned loudly. “Just a little longer, boy.” I felt dizzy and was afraid of passing out, but he eventually pulled out completely. “We’ll work on that, boy. You need more improvement.” I was gasping and wheezing, trying to get as much air as possible.
My face was a mess. My beard soaked with my juices. But I wanted more. I reached for his dick, so I can massage it before swallowing him again. He pushed my hands away. “No,” he said. “Only your mouth will enjoy my dick. I’ll train your hands later.” Once I was feeling better, I did the only thing I could think of. I opened my mouth.
“Good. I know that you’re capable of, boy, but let’s see how well you swallow cum. I’m going to use your mouth, tongue and throat to get off. Be ready.”
“Yes, Sir.” I said then left my mouth open for him to use. He entered and started to fuck my mouth. My tongue worshipped his staff as he continued to use my mouth. “Now, boy, I need your throat to cum.” he said as he plunged deep into my throat. He would fuck my throat until he wanted me to breathe. Then he would fuck my face, pushing into my throat and then pulling out. Over and over again he did that, and I was afraid that my throat would sore for days. I learned how to breathe once I got his pistoning rhythm.
“Get ready, boy,” he said. He didn’t have to say why, because my tongue felt his cum tube thickening as he continued to fuck in and out of my throat. Soon he held my head, shoved me down to his pubes, and grunted as he unloaded down my throat. I felt his dick twitch with every grunt. I really needed to breathe, but he wasn’t finished. He pumped his load six or seven times down my throat. Such a large load and I never got to taste it. Once he came down from his orgasm, he patted my head, and pulled out. “Good job, boy.”
I smiled but noticed that some cum still leaked from his dick. I looked up to him and said, “May I clean your dick, Sir?”
“Go ahead, boy. Enjoy yourself.”
I lapped at the cum, and it tasted wonderful - salty, sweet and nutty. I licked his disk up and down as it continued to soften. I licked his cum tube from the root to the head and got the last of his cum. “Alright, boy. That’s enough.” He stuffed himself into his jeans and helped me stand.
“Thank you,” I said as I wiped my face with my sleeve. “I hope to see you again.”
I unlocked the door and walked out. I was too tired to do anyone else so I left and got into my car. Before I left the parking lot, I wrote down his license plate as well as all the stickers he had on his truck. I had to see him again.
