I was driving back house from employment at about 01:30am, and I was so hungry and cold. It had just stopped raining, and my windows were soaked. I was surprised to find a food market place still open in that lightless neighborhood, but even more storm to find a man on the left field sidewalk weaving at me to stop.

I opened the window, `` How can I help you ? ``

'' Where are you headin'? ``, he asked

'' 15th '', I answered

'' I was going to 14th but no fuckin'cabs outta here ''

'' OK, come on get in I 'll push back you there ''

The man got up in my car, sitting next to me, and I started checking him out. He was a blacken man, about 35 yo, 6ft, a bit slim but firm, wearing a black leather crownwork and a dark-blue jean. I though about starting to crop on that man, maybe he would let me suck him up in return.

Without a premission he lit up a cig and started to take my car with smoke. I 'd be lying if I told you I did n't care that smell. Just the though of being forced to inhale his cig smoke coming off his mouth and nose..it was giving me a boner. While I checked him out for a last fourth dimension, looking at his crotch, I found a huge swelling ! .. 'he must 've been horny as hell', I said to myself, realizing my chance.

'' So where have you been at ? ``

'' Watchin'a screwing vid with a dude..and drinkin'some shit, when his girlfriend showed up '', he lazily answered

'' Wow ! a smut vid ! I can see why you got ta trouble there ! ``

'' What do you mean ? ``

'' I 'm talking about this **looking aside, at his crotch** ''

For a duo of seconds, he quietly laughed, and then said `` Yeah.. wan na serve me with it ? '' .. I was gladiola he got the picture

'' Sure, love to help a comrade ''

'' You love to suck gumshoe, do n't you ? ``

'' Exactly, so if you got ta bout that nut, just tell me ''

'' Alright, let 's go to your place, then you can suck my tool as much as you want ''

After that, he felt free to light up another cig, and a thirdly one while I drove him. Sometimes he would simply blow his smoke in my face, and it was turning me on something fierce.


When we got to my apartment, it was already warm and yellowed inside, but I loved to turn on the warmer. After taking our boots off, we threw our jacket crown on a sofa, and then headed to the bedchamber. His mephitis, and the olfactory property of his windsock had already started to fill my little house. Fuck yeah !

He took his shirt off, while I started to unbutton my shirt, showing off my fountainhead defined bureau. We continued to strip off until we were both naked.

I looked at his consistence, no gm of fat, just firm muscles, covered with dark pelt. He was moderately haired, specially on his ramification and his genitalia, his Ball, and somewhat around his teat. He jumped into my bed, resting his head behind his arm, on my pillow, waiting for me to drive. and I could see hair on his axillary fossa too.

When I got my pass between his second joint, I was struck by the spirit of his genitalia. His gumshoe was hard, about 8 inches, thick, with a meaty purple head teacher, and two big ballock, hanging low and lazy. I wrapped my hands around his balls, and my lips around his dickhead, and started to work it. While my hands played with his bollock, I started to try out the salty dirt of his skin.

Aroused by the unassailable olfactory sensation of his privates, I covered Thomas More of his meat with my mouth, until his head was hitting my throat. I tightened my lips around his nigger, trying to knead him the right way. I was n't getting enough, I wanted it to be even bigger and cock-a-hoop and bleed my throat, damage me. Since I could never do it on my own, he put a bridge player on my oral sex and pushed me lower, impaling my pharynx with his hard dick.

He held me there for a duo of seconds, while my throat massaged his dick and he gasped in delight. I repeated the same thing on and on, hungrily, but gently, making him harder. I stopped playing with his hairy nut in my digit and passed them to his ass crack.

His ass felt oily, wet, and I could feel some sharp hair on my finger. While I sucked his dick, I massaged his asshole with my fingertips, and sometimes just went to touch on his fountainhead muscled face, and his thighs.

It was the best moment in my life. On a rainy day, in the middle of the night, in my own home, between a stinky pitch blackness man 's peg, feeding myself his prick and feeling up his ass. I felt the back of my mouth being strongly hit by his healthy, thick cum guessing. I swallowed everything he gave to me, working my knife on his shit for more cum.

'' Guess we 're done ? squawk '' he grined. `` You 've seen nada yet. I 'm gon na sate you up with my cum ''

'' and I 'll be nix but a whoreson to continue your putz happy ''

'' Want more cum, cocksucker ? ``

'' Yes, please.. I 'm so hungry for cum ''

'' What are you gon na do for it, crab ? ``

'' Anything you want, SIR ''

'' Anything ? ``

'' Anything, Sir ''

'' Eat my ass ? ``

'' Yes, Sir ''

'' I do n't think you can handle that shit.. have n't showered in a calendar week ''

'' Please, Sir. Let me eat your dirty ass clean, Sir. and feel disengage to use me in all the direction you want, Sir. ``

'' Fuckin'poof ! ! Lay on your back, gripe ''

I laid on my spine on the bed, and then he climbed on me and parked his hairy ass on my face. The stink of his ass was heavier than garbage, I wanted to sniff it for an hour, I wanted to die under his ass, I wanted him to suffocate me with his smell.. but that was n't what he wanted. While he relaxed, and started to stroke his gumshoe again, I started to worship his foul asshole with my lingua, trying to take deep sniffs of it before it would get clean ( I thought ).

'' How 's that smell ? ! ``, but all I could do was groan and groan like a bitch.

I groaned crazily, rubbing my olfactory organ, my rim and glossa all over his sordid hole. I was lost in that black ass. Sometimes I would bite his cheeks, but later get thirsty for the reek of his hole, so go and mistake my natural language in there.

I munched on him like a piece of raw meat for about ten proceedings, still dominated in his house ass face, forced to eat and reek his reek, while he stroked his gumshoe. I was just in Shangri-la. I was dreaming of a fart to bollocks at my face, some Brobdingnagian, cruddy dud of foetor to create me pass out.. but my dream never came true.

'' set up to eat some cum ? ``

'' Mmmmhmm ! ! yes ( h ) s ( h ) ir. ``

'' Wan na eat my cum, backbite ? ``

'' Yes ( h ) s ( h ) ir ''

With that, he pulled his ass from my face and turned around, now sitting on my neck and chest. `` You worked for it so got ta take it now ''. He continued to stroke his hawkshaw along my brass, with my mouth hungrily blanket undefended, until he fired a big shot of white lava which covered my glossa, and was followed by two other shots.

After I tasted and swallowed his cheesy cum, and his tool cooled down, he grabbed my nous and held it to his crotch, commanding me `` Kiss my balls '', and I obeyed. I made love to his balls while their rough hairsbreadth blocked my anterior naris, and I liked to play them with my tongue.

'' Ohhhh.. Yeah bitch, give thanks my globe for feeding you dinner ''

Later, he pulled his ass from my pectus and laid along my bed his back. I was dying to shoot my lode, but that did n't seem to be something he really wanted. You know, it was all about him, and no one else. I would bear to sleep with a lot of load inside of me that night .