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Interesting, the things an adult might pick up. Not sure they're always true, till you really look into them for yourself, actually investigate, or have first-hand rather than second-hand experience.
What I read somewhere had to do with the claim, if you're interested, that black guys β big, muscular, built like brick shit-houses, black guys β were not only wearing bikinis under their tight pants. They were wearing pink panties.
WTF, right? Hard to accept β even harder to escape the mental, gay-porn image. Real big, long and thick β bulging dicks, lying across their groins, pushing at the waist-bands, tip of the foreskin maybe appearing, above girlish pink panties, the kind you associate maybe with gays? Damn.
So it was the sort of thing you'd check snopes.com to see if it had been just a gay turn-on. Sure, there was another way. Later for that. Research via the Internet, first, and I don't mean Google videos, staged or photoshopped as those might well be. Sure β basic racist appeal to the stereotypical big back cock, right? Coming from β maybe β fantasies allegedly coming from experienced people, mostly women, who claimed β maybe β to have seen them when the trousers came down. H'mm. Hard for even a straight guy to escape just, you know, quick checking the packages, swift look for panty-line maybe line crossing round ass-muscles. Well? See anything? Your own cock β admit it β feeling the first stirring. What if...!
So eventually, you have to take the next step. Glory-hole in an adult bookstore, next to a cubicle that a big black guy has just entered. Stoop down, look thro, see what you can see in the light of the movie screen, see if you can see what's showing in the movie. Listen for the zipper, watch what's appearing: bulging, thick, half-drooping, long. Velvety, purplish-black and pink around the mushroom head. Yeah... Pink panties visible? Or just a cock turning in your direction, presented through the glory-hole so it's time maybe to answer the actual call, open your lips, suck in what you can manage. And get your fingers down the shaft to the tight curls, see if you can feel or see what the big guy is wearing. Bikinis? Boxers? Secondary to what you're actually gobbling, letting it get deeper and deeper, deep-throating you with the thick, long, hot shaft throbbing in your mouth, getting down past your old gag reflex, so you get it right in the throat, give it room, feel it twitch, twitch, and then, yes, gush that wel-known warm and thick fluid and you hold on as it comes and comes till the big cock begins to sag and shrink, withdrawing with a slurp-pop from your rounded lips. Oh-kay...
No chance of the big black guy doing turnabout as fair play. Macho man, pure top. You're a bottom, at least for now, white boy queer sucking a big fat black cock. The way of the world, as is, right? And yes, one swallow doesn't make a truth. Anecdotal. You're maybe gonna go glory-hole hunting in the 'hood, or up next to the truck-stop on the Interstate, hoping you'll get enough chances to find out from direct experience β if there's anything to the rumor beyond fantasy. You're gonna let it go, masturbate in your own pink bikinis over the video-image in your head? Safest thing, obviously. Not just possible violence β disease, obviously. But who's gonna settle for their cock, condom-wrapped cock, getting sucked off right? Not your basic muscular black top, who's got a macho self-image to protect, the furthest thing from coming out to personal gayness! No way that guy is sucking you off, turnabout maybe being fair play, but it's just not gonna happen. Married guy in sexless marriage, sure. He's usually so desperate for cock-sucking, fucking of any kind, he'll take it in the mouth and even up the ass if necessary to get laid somehow, and he'll come, gasping, no matter which way he gets off or gets you off as part of your deal. As I've personally found to be true. So of course, like any good investigator, you need to gather some more data on who's wearing the pink panties β cotton or whatever, satiny, spandex could be. interesting, Am I right?
Next muscular black guy who nodded towards the cubicles, I went right into his, and got on my knees for him, unzipping his package to check what we had here. Trousers down, he was wearing bikinis, alright. And bingo, guess what? In the available light β they were indeed pink.! So I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick cock, cupped his balls .with my other hand β cotton undies, not silky β and we proceeded with what he got me in there for. Five minutes of taking as much as possible β damn, he lived up to the stereotype! β and he unloaded a gusher down my throat. I choked it down, gasping, pulled his panties back in place, tight, patted them farewell β might not get them again, right? β zipped him up, and got to my feet.
Damn if he didn't stoop down, and get my soft little white cock into his hot and ready mouth...! Turnaround really is fair play? Damn! So I got hard for him, obediently, and came in his mouth in return for his letting me pleasure him. And he really was good at sucking cock, too, licked me all clean, after I came down his hot throat, restored me to my pants, and held on to me for
an unusual minute or two before letting go. We were both smiling by them. What do you know β mutual gayness! No gay-dar in operation earlier on!
Be damned. We kissed, his mouth and mine probably tasting about the same from all that come β and he whispered, "Gonna be back here sometime? Or you got another place we can meet for a little mutual ass-fucking?" I grinned, kissing his cheek as I squeezed his long, zipped-in bulge. "Let's get over to my place, right now," I said. His eyes widened, and he nodded happily. "Take both cars?" "Follow me." And so he did, and so we did.