The next week, I drove by the arcade hoping he was there. My throat had healed, but I had gotten used to the soreness, and wondering if I can get it back. I had been to the arcade several times after meeting him, but none had that Black shimmering skin, that construction worker body and that massive dick that deserves everyone’s worship. Was I obsessed? Oh, yes.
As I drove by, i recognized his white truck. I looked for a parking space at the arcade, but the lot was full, so i parked across the street at the strip mall and walked inside. Behind the front desk was the manager who handed me a roll of quarters. My oral skills was a reason many airmen returned to the arcade.
I went behind the curtain to the booths. The place was crowded. I recognized several men I had serviced before, but didn’t acknowledge them because i was there for one man. The arcade had twenty booths - two rows of five on each side. I didn’t see him at all, so I figured someone was already working to get his nectar. I was about to leave when I heard a door open and his voice call, “Boy.”
I turned around and saw him, topless wearing blue jeans and work boots. He smiled at me, and stood at entrance to one of the booths. I nodded and started to walk toward him. He met me in the hallway between the two rows of booths. “Boy, I was hoping to find you here. Ready to leave?”
I was confused. I had just gotten there, and he was probably finished. As if he read my mind, he said, “I haven’t bust yet. The wannabes here don’t know how to treat a man. They think that my dick is to make them happy. You, boy, know why you’re here. So wanna come to my place?”
I responded, “Yes,” and noticed one of his eyebrows raised. “Sir” I finished. “Good, boy. But you’ve already forgotten some things. We’ll work on that, too.” He wrapped his arm around me, buried my face into his pits, and lead me out of the booth area. The manager chuckled and said, “Looks like you got a live one.” I reached into my pocket to get the quarters and threw them behind me as we left the arcade.
“We’re using my truck,” he told me. “I’ll drive you back after we’re finished, so you have time to get back to normal before you drive away.” Odd choice of words, but I didn’t care. I was getting intoxicated, smelling the man whose truck I was going to enter.
When we were at his truck, he let me go and approached the driver’s door, and stopped, looking at me. I thought quickly and opened his door. “Good manners, boy. I said you have potential. Now get.”
I rushed to the to the other side and sat down, closing the door firmly. His toolbox was in the back of his truck. So I figured he works with his hands. He started the truck, and then, unzipped and pulled out his large dick. “I want you to hold this in your mouth. Don’t suck it. Don’t lick it. Just hold it. Understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.” I bent over and using my tongue, got his dick in my mouth. Even soft, his dick was filling. But I could breathe. My mind was spinning. I’ve never just held a dick in my mouth. I was tempted to just move my tongue, just a little. He slapped my face. “Just hold it, boy. Control yourself. You’ll get to enjoy it more when we get to my place.”
So I laid there, my nose in his pubes and his dick in my mouth. Every so often, he would stroke the back of my head, saying, “Good, boy.” My mouth started to salivate, but I knew that I couldn’t swallow. So the saliva leaked out of my mouth and down my beard to his leg.
I felt the truck stop and heard him shift into park. “Okay, boy, we’re home. You can get up now.” I sat up, feeling that my beard was soaking wet. He looked down and saw his leg was too. “Boy, clean up your mess before you get out.” I leaned down again, and lapped at his leg, feeling his hairs against my tongue. I left just a small wet area and swallowed the rest. When I say up, he rubbed his leg. “Not bad. Good, boy. Now lets go inside.”
We both exited the truck. He lived in an apartment complex. All the apartments were on the first floor. We had parked in front of his place. He opened the door and walked in, tossing his keys into an ashtray. I followed, trying not to show how much I really wanted inside.
Once inside, I closed the door while he turned on the lights. It was a small apartment - a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. “Strip, place your clothes on the end table, then get me a beer from the fridge. I’m going to get you something.”
So I did what he said, folding the clothes before placing them on the table. I was uncomfortable because i knew my cock was minuscule compared to his. But I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and returned to the living room. I stood with the beer, because I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. He walked in from the bedroom with a black jock strap. “Put this on. I don’t want to see your tiny cock.”
I handed him his beer and took the jock strap. I put it on and just stood there, waiting. “Looks good on you. Fits too. It’s yours. Whenever you come and visit me, you must wear that. If you wear anything else, take them off at the front door after you enter. Understood?”
Nervously, I shook my head. “Your head isn’t a rattle. I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Do you understand these rules?”
“Yes…” I quickly corrected it. “Sir.”
“Good. Now model it for me. Turn around. Let me see it from all sides.”
I did as he said, slowly turning a complete 360. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I grabbed my waist on both sides, so he can see the complete jock strap on my body. “Nice. Come sit with me on the couch. I want to know more about you.”
I sat on a towel on the couch, near him. I was afraid that he’d see movement from my little cock. But I was in awe of his body. I didn’t know black men could have body hair and he did. It covered his round shape chest and accentuated his abs. I’ve heard of six packs but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it.
“What do you do when you’re not sucking dick?” He said, pulling me out my appreciative stare
“I go to college. Currently just taking courses I like. Creative writing. Fortran. Calculus.”
“I only understood the first one. What do you write?”
“Currently it’s a mystery detective story like Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. My characters are Richard Cougar and Raccen Blair.”
“Are you more like Cougar or Blair?”
“Blair, definitely.”
“Let’s see if I can find your cougar side. Let’s go to the bedroom. Follow me.”
I waited until he got up and walked by me before I stood and kept behind him. He sat at the corner of the bed and said, “Take my boots off.” I knelt down and grabbed his right boot - one hand on the toe and the other on the heel. I tried to tilt the boot to let his foot slide out. It soon worked, so I removed the other boot the same way. I was hit by the scent of his socks. I must have inhaled loudly, because he said, “You like the smell of my feet? Go ahead. Enjoy yourself and when you’re finished, take off my socks, and place them in my boots.”
I didn’t know if I could lift his feet, so I lied down on the floor while I enjoyed the earthy aroma of his feet. I didn’t want to be selfish, so I was only down there for about a minute before I started taking off his socks.
“Good, boy. Now your reward.” He stood up and removed his jeans, standing naked in front of me. He looked down, asking, “Ever kiss a black man before?”
“Uh-uh,” was all I could say. I never knew any man could mesmerize me like he did.
“Do you want to?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Get on that bed, head on the pillows.” He turned us around, so that I could drop onto the bed and squirm into position. Once rested on the pillows, I saw him crawling from the bottom of the bed, across my body, like a leopard approaching its prey. He lowered his body onto mine, then his head, placing his full lips over my mouth. He forced my mouth open and shoved his tongue deep. I used my tongue on his as if it was his dick. His hands were massaging my asscheeks while mine roamed up and down his muscular back. I felt his dick getting harder and longer.
“Now you can suck it.” He rose his body up and rubbed his dick across my lips. I opened my mouth and he shoved it all the way to my throat. He would pull back until only the head was in my mouth, then plunged it into my throat. He would fuck my face like that for a while. He stopped, leaving his dick in my throat. “You are really quiet while I’m fucking your face. I thought you were a cum pig. So snort like a pig and really get into this.”
When he pulled out, I made a sound with my nose that I thought sounded like a pig. “Yeah,” was all he said. He continued to fuck and I continued to snort. I got so into it that I sat up a little so I could move my head and get him further down my throat until my nose crushed against his pubes. I started snorting more and more, wanting him to know how much I am really enjoying this, and hoping that I’ll feel his load down my throat.
“Good piggy. I knew you have that in you. Now let’s find your cougar.” He pulled completely out. I looked up and saw a Man I could adore. “If your mouth hid your piggy side, maybe we should look elsewhere for your cougar. Lie on your stomach.”
He got off the bed and I turned over, offering my ass. I don’t get fucked often, so I was concerned if I could take him. I buried my face in the pillow. I didn’t want to appear too anxious. I felt his hand putting lube on my hole. He inserted a finger and rubbed it in and out. I then thought why I wasn’t fucked as often. “What? Not even a purr. Okay let’s try two fingers.” He had his index and middle finger opening me up. He wanted a purr, so I started to purr, and wiggle my ass too. “Ah, a little cougar cub. Let’s see if this cub can grow up.” He added his other two fingers. I was in a little pain as my hole was getting more open. I purred louder and more baritone than tenor. “Yes, this cat is getting older. Now if it’ll only growl.” I started to, but he took out all of his fingers. I felt his dick head at my entrance. “Now growl, cougar.” He put over half of his dick inside of me. I started to moan from the excitement and groan from the pain. But it all came out like a growl. While he was fucking me, I was growling and clawing the pillows. “Ah, there’s the cougar within you. I knew you were an animal.” He went further and further into my hole. When he hit my prostate, my growls got louder. But eventually he hit an impasse. “Boy, I’ve found your second hole. This is going to hurt at first. So howl and growl as much as you need. Just no talking. Be a good boy.”
I was worried. I didn’t know I had a second hole. If it hurts as much as when I was first fucked, I know that I couldn’t keep quiet. “Ready, boy?” I purred in response. “Okay, here we go.” He thrust and thrust at the new hole. I didn’t growl or purr. I whimpered. Every thrust caused me to whimper. Until he made it through. “Good boy. I knew you could do it. Just let your whimpers settle down into a purr again. I’m not moving.”
My whimpers showed that I hurt like hell. I knew that it won’t be permanent, but to still hurt. He started moving very slowly in very short strokes. The pain started to subside and my whimpers went to soft purrs, “Good boy. You are getting used to me. Soon your growling will come back again. I’m going to start fucking you again and won’t fill you up until you start growling.” He pulled back, before the new hole, and shoved back. He wanted to fuck this second hole. In and out, poking it larger, getting the ring to relax so he can fuck as wildly as he wants.
I tried to growl, but it didn’t sound right at first. As the second ring started to give up and relax, my growl grew louder and louder, like I was saying “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” but in growling cougarese. He got further in me, until I felt his balls slapping against me, and heard his pelvis hit my ass. “Okay, cougar boy, you’re going to feel yourself get full.” He rapidly fucked me from my first ring through my second. I growled, snarled, scratched, clawed, in extreme ecstasy. My body not my own. “I’m cumming, boy. Get ready for it.” A few more strokes, and he shoved his entire dick inside of me before he let go. I could feel his dick pumping and twitching all through my ass. I could feel his hot load shoot into my deep bowels. He laid on my back, and his balls emptied into me. His body was covered in sweat.
As he recuperated, he rose up and jostled the back of my head. “Good boy. I knew there was an animal or two in you. You did good, boy. Want to come back and do it again?”
I purred. He laughed. “You can speak again. So?”
“Yes, Sir. I never knew how intense it can get, Sir. I guess I never met a real Man before. Thank you, Sir.”’
“Boy, I’ll give you my phone number. Call me if you want to visit. I work Monday through Friday as an electrician in a construction job. We’re building the DuPont plant. But I’m available Saturday and Sunday all day. Now get the rest of your clothes on. I’ve got to get you back to the arcade.”
