Allow me to start the thread with my favorite........
I met him in Manhattan many years ago. I was about twenty-five or so and he was about ten years older than I....a tall, slim black man. When I masturbate to this memory, I usually go straight to the bedroom as I'll do now. Naked, we lay on the bed, me on my back, he half atop me. His lips covered my mouth and his tongue slipped inside as his hand clasped my cock and stroked it slowly.
My hand found his cock. It was long and thick, rock-hard and throbbing, and I ached to get it between my lips and down into my throat, but before I could wiggle into possition to suck him, he was between my legs, on his knees with my legs slung over his shoulders, sucking my cock. He sucked me until I was on the verge of coming, then he stopped. He lifted my ass on his hands, and nuzzling his face into the crack of my ass, started licking my asshole.
After a few minutes of licking my ass and working his tongue inside, he placed his cockhead against my hole and pressed forward. I gasped as his knob pushed into me. I tensed up, but only for a second or two, then I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of pleasure as inch after thick inch stretched my spincher and eased into me.
By then my knees were pressed down to my shoulders and he was kissing me, sucking the breath out of me as he fucked me with long hard strokes. He felt as if he were trying to shove his cock through my body as he fucked me. It felt great. It made my cock throb, as his cock massaged my prostate, his belly rubbed my cock. I came. I shot spurt after spurt of thick cum between us and then he came, stretching my asshole wide as he erupted into me.
As he lay on his back beside me, catching his breath, I gazed at his softening cock laying on his thigh and could not resist the urge to suck it. I sucked it until he was hard again, hard enough to give me another great fuck.
And now it's time for me to jerk off.
I met him in Manhattan many years ago. I was about twenty-five or so and he was about ten years older than I....a tall, slim black man. When I masturbate to this memory, I usually go straight to the bedroom as I'll do now. Naked, we lay on the bed, me on my back, he half atop me. His lips covered my mouth and his tongue slipped inside as his hand clasped my cock and stroked it slowly.
My hand found his cock. It was long and thick, rock-hard and throbbing, and I ached to get it between my lips and down into my throat, but before I could wiggle into possition to suck him, he was between my legs, on his knees with my legs slung over his shoulders, sucking my cock. He sucked me until I was on the verge of coming, then he stopped. He lifted my ass on his hands, and nuzzling his face into the crack of my ass, started licking my asshole.
After a few minutes of licking my ass and working his tongue inside, he placed his cockhead against my hole and pressed forward. I gasped as his knob pushed into me. I tensed up, but only for a second or two, then I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of pleasure as inch after thick inch stretched my spincher and eased into me.
By then my knees were pressed down to my shoulders and he was kissing me, sucking the breath out of me as he fucked me with long hard strokes. He felt as if he were trying to shove his cock through my body as he fucked me. It felt great. It made my cock throb, as his cock massaged my prostate, his belly rubbed my cock. I came. I shot spurt after spurt of thick cum between us and then he came, stretching my asshole wide as he erupted into me.
As he lay on his back beside me, catching his breath, I gazed at his softening cock laying on his thigh and could not resist the urge to suck it. I sucked it until he was hard again, hard enough to give me another great fuck.
And now it's time for me to jerk off.
