Opening Acknowledgment: I want to make sure that my friend, Apple-Of-Eden, gets the proper credit for these stories of mine. The experiences are mine, but without her encouragement to write them, they would remain just memories in my mind. She not only encourages me to write more, she helps by pre-editing them for me. She unscrambles my sometimes disjointed thoughts, into coherent sentences and paragraphs while keeping my timelines and content accurate.
One should never take another's friendship for granted, nor should they under appreciate them for all that they do. Thank you once again Apple.
P.S. Not only is she a fantastic editor and a great friend, she is an accomplished writer of erotica. Give her stories a read, right here on Literotica. You will not be disappointed.
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Frank and I were getting in a groove, or so I thought. We would chat online through our e-mail accounts and then meet when it was convenient for both of us. We would talk about our sex lives at home. Frank was recently divorced, but had a few women on the go, all married, white girls. We would play 'show and tell', do some kissing, touching, feeling and oh yeah, suck each other's cock. Frank was a spitter, and I was a dedicated swallower. I was working on him to convert, but he had to have a napkin close by to soak up my cum, once I delivered it to his mouth. He was proving to be a good friend, and an excellent stress relief. Getting a blow job worked miracles for relieving whatever was stressing one out.
Frank had taken me to visit some of his black friends, at a car dealership on our last outing and I am sure he told them I was his married, white, cock sucker. Just a hunch, by the way they all came outside to peer into Frank's car, where I was sitting in the passenger seat. I had wondered if Frank told them I had just sucked him off as he drove outside of town on the four lane. I had swallowed, of course, but there was still that residual cum that sticks to the inside of a cock sucker's cheeks and tongue. I think back and wonder if I should have opened wide and let them check. "See, no cum, all gone."
It took a lot of determination on my part to resist the temptation. I also wondered if Frank had shown his 'brothers' the photo of my wife Ann, that I dutifully brought along that day, at Frank's insistence. It was taken on board a cruise ship, on one of the formal dinner nights. Ann was absolutely stunning, as she always is. That particular night, she had a smile that lit up the whole dining room. She knew, that even at 62 years old, she still had it. Her red hair with blonde streaks combined with her low cut, little, black dress were a hit, especially among the males onboard. To top it off, she wore black, nylon stockings (yes, with a real live garter belt) and moderate 3" heels, black of course. After years of balancing on higher heels for most of her adult life, she had to consider her sometimes aching feet. Frank requested I send him the photo and he had it on his phone, but he wanted a 'hard' copy. He liked to look at it, touch it, and feel it in his hands. When I showed it to him, he had decided to just keep it as his own.
It may have been because Frank and I were becoming closer friends or it may have been that picture of Ann he enjoyed so much, that caused him to want more from our relationship. Of course, it may also have been because I had sucked his extra thick black cock three times and Frank was ready to put our friendship into another gear. In spite of his, laid back, don't worry attitude, he was pressuring me to not only spend more time with him, but also introduce him to Ann. I was a bit reluctant to jump aboard the 'express' train, not because I didn't want to bring Frank home with me. That wasn't it, not one bit.
It dealt more with the fact that I was afraid that Ann would take one look at Frank's handsome face, hear him speak with that deep, sexy voice, see that winning smile, and immediately know that Frank and I were 'playing' together. Guilty conscience is what it was. It didn't matter who it was, Ann, like most wives have this intuitive streak that rings alarm bells. "Your husband is having sex with this person."
I kept asking Frank to go slower, please. It did put a strain on our fun times and Frank decided to use his gorgeous, black cock as hostage. Each and every time, we arranged to meet somewhere for blow jobs, Frank would cancel at the last minute or fail to show up. I knew he was toying with me. A couple of months went by with this tactic being played out. I couldn't stand it any longer. I wanted to be Frank's friend and cock sucker, but I had a long term marriage that I needed to protect also. I had to tell Frank that I was tapping out. No hard feelings, only fantastic memories. Frank was the first guy I ever touched in a sexual way, and I felt honored that I got to suck his big, black, cock for my first. Nothing, but nothing could take that away or erase my memories of that. It still makes my cock tingle to think about him.
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Fast forward a couple of months down the road. I hadn't had much success in finding another male friend to play with on a regular basis. I had found a couple of guys, a bit older than me and they turned out to be, well, not what I was looking for. I'm not saying that they weren't nice guys or anything, or that I didn't enjoy sucking their cocks, it's just that they were not Frank. Frank had a way about him that made me feel comfortable. He made me feel like a friend. And another thing, he made me so horny for his cock.
Being a bit on the stubborn side, or as I like to refer to it, being able to focus on something, I had deleted Frank's contact information from my list of friends. I tried to find him on the chat site, with no success, and fared no better by searching his name. By this time, I was really missing him. If only we had been able to compromise on a plan of where we were headed things may have been different.
During our first few contacts, Frank seemed to understand that as a first time cock sucker, at 65 years old, I was very nervous about being found out, especially by my wife. I felt that I needed to go slow with any further activities. Frank, on the other hand was hoping to have anal sex with me and he wanted to meet my wife Ann, with the intention of seducing her as an added bonus.
I kept thinking back to our first time together when Frank had called me 'his' cock sucker and at one point while I was sucking his cock, he said something to the effect that he would 'own' me and my wife. We had discussed my wife prior to ever meeting, and how I dreamed about her having sex with other men. Frank was quite thrilled about this and that is when he started to tell me stories about his attraction for white women, preferably married, white, women. That is how he led up to telling me about his affairs with T. and Sarah, and others. That was what he wanted for myself and my wife.
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When we plan for things and they happen, it can be exciting, or it can be kind of a letdown. Sometimes the planning for an event far exceeds the thrill of the actual occurrence. We tend to put too much emphasis on the fantasy of it all. Spur of the moment happenings can be the most exciting, for me anyway. Like when Frank reached out to me in an e-mail, once again. This came totally out of the blue. Seeing his name as "Sender" did give me a jolt of adrenaline. I couldn't open it fast enough. The contents were exactly what I was hoping for. Frank was reaching out to see if we could salvage our friendship, and carry it on further.
My reply was an apologetic one, hoping to show Frank how much I missed his company, and how much I was willing to move forward. We set a date and time for another meeting. We promised each other to make things work out. He wanted to make sure that I was onboard with his plans. He loved how I sucked his cock and swallowed his 'chocolate' sauce and he wanted to keep that going. He then said that he wanted to take my anal cherry, in due time. He understood how big of a leap it was, but he promised to be patient with me. On that, we both agreed. I told him, if I was going to give up my virgin ass, he would get first go at it.
Next was my wife, Ann. Frank wanted to meet her so bad, he could almost taste it. He knew that it was my biggest fantasy to see her get fucked by other men, and black men were at the top of the list. Frank understood that there should be no hurry involved. Good things happen to those who wait.
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Frank and I started to plan outings that coincided with both our schedules. To account for my time away from home, I would draw up a list of items I needed to buy or places I had to go. They were all 'manly' things, with the intent of discouraging Ann from wanting to tag along. These lists were made up of things like buying irrigation parts, golf balls, plumbing supplies and the like. Going for an oil change was always good too. Or a car wash. When I returned home, I could complain about long line ups or service delays if I needed help to explain my absence.
When these got us back into action with each other, I implemented my plan for longer and more relaxed times with Frank. Meeting for a 'blow and go' was no doubt exciting, but both Frank and I were wanting to be able to suck cock and get sucked without always having to hurry and keep looking over our shoulders in one of his cars.
"I'm heading to the driving range," I told Ann as I headed for the door. This had been my planned escape for two or three days now. I told her that my swing was suffering and if I wanted to get back into golf, I needed to work on it.
"Be careful out there, these drivers today are terrible," was her reply.
Making sure to grab my clubs, sitting in the carport was essential, so was the trunk opening and slamming after they were placed inside. My 'lucky' golf hat and freshly laundered towel were also part of the ruse.
Leaving the neighborhood, I was shaking like a leaf. I had met Frank a half dozen times already and our rendezvous were becoming routine, but this time, I was driving to his daughter's home about 20 minutes away. Since Frank's divorce his daughter had taken him in and given him a spare bedroom that he used. In return, Frank ran errands for his daughter and son-in-law, did some routine home maintenance and babysat for his grandson, when the need arose. Today, we would have the house to ourselves.
