I’ve told you how I met Anthony [First Time With A Man]. At a porno video store visiting in his town on business. About half drunk. Sucked his big, black cock through a glory hole. He sucked me off. Invited himself to my hotel room. We sucked some more. He fucked me.
After that I visited his town as often as possible for him to use me. Eventually he used me with others – members of his family, his friends [Anthony and Friends]. I keep going back to his town. Can’t get enough of him, or his friends for that matter. He makes me feels so good.
I am a married, white man, a company executive, travel on business servicing clients at first, then Anthony, sometimes Anthony and his friends. I service my clients’ businesses; Anthony’s cock, balls, his whole massive black body, all his most perverse desires for man to man sex.
I worship Anthony’s cock, his kinky-haired, big, muscular, workingman’s body with big nipples on his hairy chest, taut belly accented by a deep navel, and firm thighs, prominent butt cheeks. He makes me feel so good.
Anthony is 6’4” about 240#. I am 6’ 175#. My dick measures 7.5x5” when hard and is cut. I have big, lowhanging balls in a softly haired sack. Anthony’s cock is a full, thickly-veined 9x6” uncut, a generous foreskin covering his racquetball-sized knob until I peel it back to reveal his helmet-shaped head, and the big pee slit usually oozing a steady flow of sweet, musky pre-cum by that time.
To say I am white and Anthony is black does not really describe us exactly. I am usually well tanned since I live in the south, get lots of exposure to the sun, some times at a nudist beach. Anthony though is more of a deep chocolate color, most of his naked body anyway. His cock, balls, the crack of his ass is indeed black, much darker than the rest of his coloring. We both have black hair and black eyes, but his lips true to Negroid features are much thicker than mine as is his nose. My nose is very Roman in appearance, aquiline, thin and sharp, not thick and flared like Anthony’s.
The contrast in our skin coloring is part of what excites me about being with him. The other things that excite me the most are his domineering ways, his gentleness – another contrast, and of course his big, black cock.
When I meet Anthony at the hotel where I have rented a room for my stays in his town, always extended beyond the time needed to take care of my business clients there, we usually turn some heads. I meet Anthony in the hotel bar most of the time. Either I am waiting for him to show up, or he is there waiting for me when I get to the hotel from work. Anthony always makes a point of hugging me when we meet. He pulls me close, chest to chest, crotch to crotch with him, cups my butt cheeks in his hands and kisses me on the neck, or right on my mouth when I offer it to him. Sometimes I do offer my mouth to him, just to see the reaction of the good old boys at the sight of a big, black, workingman kissing an averaged size white business man in a suit and tie right on the lips while we are in a close embrace.
We have a few drinks together. Me most often more than Anthony because I know I need to be well relaxed since I am about to get my ass plowed by Anthony’s big, hard cock, and I suppose because Anthony knows he needs to drink in moderation so he can do just that, get hard, stay hard and fuck me for a long time. Anthony knows I adore his cock. He knows once is never enough for me. I want to suck him and him fuck me most of the night if not all night.
After a few drinks we head for my room. That turns the heads of the good old boys some more. They watch Anthony and me leaving the bar for my room. Often Anthony has his arm draped over my shoulders, or his hand caressing my butt. Some times I have my hand cupping his crotch. It just depends on how much attention the good old boys have been paying to us, and how much we want to mess with them. (Later all that fucking around in front of the good old boys led to a real exciting and scary night for Anthony and me, but that is another story.)
Out of the bar, across the lobby, into the elevator, some times even in the elevator and down the hall to my room, it is obvious to any onlookers Anthony and I are going to my room for more than just a business meeting. The only thing I can think of that would make it even more obvious that we were going to my room to fuck is if I was a woman or dressed as a woman – a white woman with a big, black man in a southern town. Anthony and I are close, touching, feeling each other intimately. In the elevator he kisses me, feels me up more, and I fondle his cock and balls, feeling his cock swell in his pants.
In my room this night – a night when we put on quite a show for the good old boys in the bar, the desk clerk, and other guests in the lobby and on the elevator, Anthony pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth, snaking his tongue between my lips, pressing it deep over my tongue, his thick, red lips pressed hard against my thinner, pink lips. He stripped off my clothes roughly. Yanked off my necktie. Ripped my shirt open, popping the buttons. Pulled my undershirt up over my head and left it there. Whipped off my belt and jerked my pants and underwear down past my knees with one move.
I stood there naked except for my socks and shoes, hobbled by my pants and underwear on my lower legs. Anthony forced my hands behind my back and tied my wrists together with my necktie. He put his calloused hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees in front of him.
“Unzip my pants, take out my cock and suck it,” he hissed at me, anger in his voice, the roughness of his handling of me this night shocking me, even though I knew he was domineering, and I did like that dominance, being used.
“Anthony, you asshole, how can I do that?” I asked him, “you’ve tied my hands behind my back.”
Leering down at me with a lascivious grin, his pearly white teeth showing behind his full lips, he answered, quietly and calmly, “With your teeth you stupid slut. Unzip my pants with your teeth. Take out my cock with your tongue and suck it. Use your teeth only on the zipper dummy. You bite my cock, I’ll beat you to a pulp.”
I shivered with excitement at the way he was dominating me. We were going to have a good night. I was sure of it. I was his slut, whore for his cock, a dummy for letting him use me this way, expose me in the hotel bar, lobby, on the elevator. There was going to be a price to pay for this, not doubt. Even though I did not know what it was to be. The good old boys have watched us closely. But right now what I wanted was Anthony’s big cock in my mouth, up my ass. I wanted to be his black cock slut, whore now.
I pressed my face to his crotch. I fumbled with my lips and tongue to open the flap of his pants, to capture the zipper between my teeth. I caught it and pulled it down. All the way. Immediately I smelled the musk of his working day, the sweat, a hint of his manly odor, pre-cum?
I snaked my tongue inside his pants. Wriggled it into the cloth of his underwear. Felt his wiry pubic hairs, the base of his thick cock.
Damn, I thought, it’s half hard and getting harder. How am I ever going to get it out, into my mouth?
I worked my tongue down. He got harder.
Shit, this is not going to work, my mind raced. What do I do now?
I pressed my face harder into Anthony’s crotch, smelling his musk. I tried to wrap my tongue around his cock and extract it from his underwear, tasting his musk. It was so thick. My tongue would not go all the way around it. I moved down lower, sliding my tongue on his shaft, struggling to find the head. His cock got harder and longer as my tongue wet him.
“Shit, you hopeless, cheap cock slut,” he hissed at me. “Pull that cock out of there with your mouf and suck it.”
