My First Black Experience

'You all right, Jim," Phil said, stroking my lower back and ass cheeks with his hands.

"Give me a moment," I groaned. "Shit that thing is huge."

Phil chuckled. Then he reached around and started stroking my cock. Somehow he'd managed to put some KY on his right hand and he began to give me a slow but insistent hand job. At the same time he slowly pulled his cock back until only the head was inside before just as slowly pushing back in until I felt his balls against my own.

"Oh yeah...that's it...fuck...that's good, Phil...just like that," I moaned. I knew that in a few moments I was going to start moaning gibberish. The combination of Phil's grip on my dick and his own dick in my ass was driving me absolutely bat shit crazy with lust.

I pushed my hips back against him trying to pack every last fraction of an inch of Phil's black cock in my rectum. He pushed as well and then he ground his hips against me loosening the hole and making his passage to and fro a little easier.

"Fuck me, Phil. C'mon and fuck my white ass with your big black cock," I moaned. And I meant it.

He was hitting my prostate on every stroke and his hand was like a magic glove around my cock. How I managed not to blow my load all over his bed spread is beyond me.

Phil leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck. He let go of my cock and pressed me down onto the bed. Then he put his legs outside of mine, got into the pushup position and began to really fuck me. The only parts of his body touching mine were now his cock and just a little bit of his hips on each stroke. He had maximum leverage and good depth of penetration. I didn't need anyone to jack me off; I knew I was going to eventually blow my load just from the prostate stimulation.

"Take...it...white...boy," he chanted, gasping, on every stroke. I failed to make any response that could be decoded as speech. Phil took this as a good sign, and kept on trying to push me through the mattress and box spring and into the floor (that's what it felt like anyway).

His mouth was at my ear and his full body rested suddenly on mine taking my breath away momentarily. "So, Jim, how's it feel to have your first black cock?" He hissed into my ear.

"I ... don't ... care ... what ...color it is ... as long...as...it...keeps...fucking me," I managed to gasp. He laughed. I liked his laugh. It seemed to bubble up from deep inside him some place like a clear, cool, spring.

I was humping the bedspread as his cock pistoned in and out of my ass pressing me into the mattress. His thighs made a slapping sound as they caromed off my ass and I knew my cheeks would be bright pink if not red by the time Phil was done. I felt his balls hit my ass every time his cock bottomed out. All of my senses were on high alert for even the slightest stimulation. Every pore seemed to be on receptor duty absorbing all of the sensation it was possible to absorb. The ring of my anal sphincter was stretched wide but now it was accommodating the intruder and all of that KY and preparation was paying off as Phil's cock slid smoothly in and out of my sheath. I squeezed him as hard as I could with my internal anal muscles every time he withdrew seeking to maximize his pleasure.

"Fuck! You're so goddamned tight," Phil groaned as I squeezed him. I'd reached a plateau phase in my own pleasure, no longer in danger of immanent explosion but enjoying every second and able to fully participate in every part of this intimate act.

"Ohhhyeah...squeeze that big dick...you're feelin' it now, aren't you ... you're feelin daddy's big ol' dick plowin' your ass. You ready for a hot load of black baby juice up your ass? Huh? You ready?"

I had hoped he would make it last longer, but I had no idea what was still in store for me.

"Yesss!" I hissed. "Do it...blow a big load right up my ass...c'mon...fuck me!"

I thought he'd been going at a pretty good clip at this point but that was nothing compared to what happened next. His hips slammed into me like trip hammers as his big black spike repeatedly pierced the inner depths of my near virgin rectum. Once again I was soon on the edge of blowing my load.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Phil gave a final push and it felt like he was going to shove his cock all the way through my body and into the bed. I felt his equipment begin to jerk inside me and the warm rush of fluid pouring into my asshole pushed me over the edge. My own cock began to jerk and spit out its load onto my belly and the bedspread as the nerve messages from my prostate became too intense to ignore.

Phil began to move his cock again, short jabs that hit my prostate dead on again and again forcing more and more cum to shoot out of my jerking cock adding to the mess I was making of his bedspread and my abdomen. His own load was leaking out of my ass and running down onto my balls. I almost lost my mind at this point – the pleasure was so intense.

Phil pulled me onto my side and we lay like that, in the spoon position, his cock still buried inside me. It had shrunk just a little but was still hard enough for him to move gently in and out in short strokes. If he didn't pull out too far, we could do this for quite a while.

He had his arms around me and I turned my face up as far as I could toward him. He leaned into me and we kissed. My cock jerked once or twice more, dribbling out the last of my larger than normal load onto my leg. His hand found my crotch and he dipped his fingers into the cum that had collected on my belly and thigh. He tasted it and then fed me some. I love the taste of cum. I prefer it direct from the source. It's a great feeling when you have a man's dick in your mouth and you know he's going over the edge and nothing can stop it; you feel him jerk in your mouth and then that warm flood of salty goo – damn...I might have to stop writing for a moment and jerk off just thinking about it.

We spooned and made out for a while longer, and it was fantastic. No wham-bam-thank-you-sam for Phil and me. He rocked against me and I felt his cock begin to grow again inside me. I squeezed him as much as I could and we both enjoyed this slow, sweet, lovemaking. The frantic drive to orgasm was past and we were somewhere else now; in a state of bliss each feeling the other's pleasure. His hand gently stroked my cock which had also come back to some semblance of life and his mouth covered my neck with kisses and licks. My hand reached around to his ass and pulled him against me as tightly as I could manage in that position.

"God, I don't think I've ever felt anything this good in my entire life," I said, sighing. "I never want this to stop...just keep fucking me Phil."

But he didn't. He pulled his now completely rampant cock from my ass with a plopping sound and I felt a flood of fluid leak out. Phil was between my legs in a flash and had my ankles over his shoulders before I knew what was even going on. He pressed my legs back against my chest until I could hardly breathe and then he resheathed himself in me, only this time, he got ALL the way inside.

He was grinning from ear to ear.

"That was just the preliminary bout, boy," he chuckled. "Now we're gonna work ALL the wrinkles out."

And then he began to fuck me. Really fuck me. What had gone on before was like nothing compared to this. The angle was wrong for good prostate contact, but I was able to grab my own dick and stroke it. The contractions of pleasure I gave myself were translated to Phil's cock as well.

"That's it...baby...stroke your cock for daddy...while I fuck your ass with my BIG...BLACK...COCK!"

Neither one of us spoke after that. We grunted a lot. We groaned. I knew I was going to walk funny for a day or two after this, but I didn't care. I was lost in a world of pleasure, filled with the smell of sex, the smell of ass, the smell of black sweat, the smell of white sweat, the smell of cum – a heady brew that spoke to everything in me that felt pleasure.

I don't know how long this went on. It might have been five minutes and it might have been twenty. Hell, it could have been an hour. When he finally got to the short strokes and I knew he was going to blast my ass with another load of ball juice I was ready to pass out from lack of oxygen. I'd stopped jerking my cock. I was nowhere near my own climax, but I didn't care. I felt wonderful as Phil's cock speared me again and again. I can't even tell you why or really explain what it felt like. Part of it was because he was black and there was a forbidden aspect to our coupling, but mostly it was that he knew what he was doing and was REALLY good at it. I've never had anyone sense, except a fellow I met once from California, who really knew how to make love to another man's asshole.

Phil didn't warn me that he was going to cum, he just hilted himself one last time and let fly. I felt his cock jerk and that warm sensation returned as his load flooded my rectal chamber to overflowing. He let my legs down and his cock slid out of my ass. He kissed me long and deep.

"Let's take a shower," he said, at last, breaking the kiss.

Without looking to see if I followed, he climbed off the bed and headed out of the room. I was spent. My ass was sore. I was covered in sweat, some of it Phil's but most of it mine, and the produce of my own seminal explosions.

I summoned the strength from somewhere to get off the bed, noticing a brown stain underneath the place where I'd lain, and stumbled into the bathroom next door.

Phil had the water running and we were soon under the warm spray, soaping each other, kissing, and playing with each other's cocks. Amazingly, he got hard again. I soaped his cock thoroughly, and he mine – I'd gotten hard again as well – and we kissed while the water cascaded over us. I hadn't cum a second time like Phil had and he knew it. He knelt in front of me, let the shower rinse the soap off my cock, and then popped my dick into his mouth. He was an awesome cocksucker and it didn't take long for him to drain my balls completely. He stood up and kissed me, snowballing my cum into my mouth. I almost fainted from pleasure. We continued to kiss while the water flowed. Before his water heater gave out, we managed to stagger out of the shower. Then we dried off.

"You're gonna be sore as hell tomorrow," Phil said, smiling. "Let me do something about that."

He grabbed a yellow tube of something from his medicine cabinet. "Bend over and spread 'em," he ordered. I complied, and soon felt something cool and soothing covering the well used and abused opening to my rectum. Phil slapped my ass.

"There," he said, "that oughta help some.

"

We embraced again and kissed. And I knew it was time to get dressed. I was soon crouched down in the front seat of his van as we backed out of the driveway. I was quiet on the ride back downtown. It was dark. Neither of us said much. It would have been better, I think, if I'd had my own way home. On the other hand, when we got to the hotel, there was no one in the portico to see us and we kissed one more time.

"I come to the city rather regularly, Phil, and I'd really like to do this again," I said as our kiss broke.

"I'd like that too."

And I did and we did, but we had a disagreement about cruising (I am not into that at all) and at some point we just lost touch and I haven't seen or heard from Phil for a long time. The times we spent together were really intense and pleasurable. I've never known anyone else like him. Ever.

And, that's where this story ends. As near as I remember it. Leave a comment if you enjoyed it.