"That's Scotch - you're not Scotch, Sammy"
"Yes I am, I was born in Glasgow, just because I'm coloured, doesn't mean I'm African, my grandfather was but I was born in the UK."
I felt an aching sensation between my buttocks and it felt for all the world I was still having it, full on and bent over the edge of the settee, the bastard, he caught me unawares, a slick slap and worn came my jeans and underwear and he was prizing it into me with such zest I had no option than to take it full on.
"In some circumstances that could have been considered rape" I said.
"No way, where's your marbles Pete. You enticed me remembered and you made no complaints about sucking me off, the way you were enjoying it I thought that you really wanted it up your ass and that's where you got it, fresh sucked black cock at your service. Okay I am sorry if it pained you but don't say you didn't like it, the way you were moaning and asking me not to stop! You wanted that fuck and you got it. Now, the reason I am phoning..."
I guess I almost knew what he was going to suggest. Whilst we fucked he was talking about how good it would be to have a threesome, that his pal Joey would just love a poke at this beauty.
I was right; "I'd like you to come again this evening for an action replete Pete, I want to introduce you to Joey. You will like him man, he is as big as me and you will have the pleasure of a double whammy!"
For the first time in my life I felt like a sort of fucking machine, the way Sammy was talking - how they could fuck me both ways. The 'O and the A's' he called it, one in the ass and the other orally.
I gently pressed my anus, it needed some comfort, still stinging from last night, I suggested we give it a rain check and make it the following night, just to give me a chance to recover.
Sammy agreed saying it will be hard to wait but it was all the more to look forward to. "Keep it warm and supple Pete because it is gonna be busy on Thursday"
I was going to take a nice slow bath first thing and rub some soothing cream into it, and then doing that - it still felt like Sammy was there, coaxing that firm eight inch cock into me with a little to the left and then the right until I was deluged with it stirring up my ass.
When he offered me to take it in my mouth the sensation was electric. Just to kneel there before him like a servant and tend to his needs, I smelt it just as soon as he unzipped, like its scent was oozing out of the gap, And then unzipped he lowered his boxer shorts and I was deluged with his huge offering which bent upwards in the middle, he wanked it a little, stretching back the foreskin to reveal large bulbous knob. I was wandering just how I would get that all into my small mouth and for a while I just pondered, hoping he would be happy with just a feel and a fuck, but I was even having second th0ughts about that. I had never ever been poked by anything like what Sam had to offer and I was starting to think I had taken ob much noire that I could manage.
But it would be awkward to retreat now and anyway Sam was expecting, moaning at me to suck it, that he hoped I didn't hold a colour bar to black cocks!
I had to go all the way, if he couldn't get it all into me then so be it, but would give it a darned good try. I needed to put my mind to it, I told him it was a beautiful specimen, better than I'd seen before ever; which seemed to console him. I grasped it into my hand and felt its throb, squeezing its hardness, he saying that felt so good and how he wanted my fuck so much.
It smelt of garlic, it really did and I hated garlic. But I had to put my mind-set to the task in hand, closed my eyes and, stretched open wide I manoeuvred the knob into my mouth, its nectar tasting of sea salt as I felt some moisture which must have been his pre-cum.