Here is an autobiographical account of my first mature man!
The summer of 2003, I came back home from college to work at a local restaurant. What is funny is my customer and I see each other in the street all the time. But there are moments when you think you know someone, you meet them for the very first time.
One day at work, (I was waiting tables) I served him in my section. Here I was, young black guy (20-years-old) making eyes with a 41-year-old fitness trainer. My physique is still the same (5'10''-170 lbs) copper-brown skin and he was (5'8''-at least 180 full muscle) dark-chocolate, rivaling Hershey for temptation. So, as he ate, I noticed him making eyes at my crotch. Then, I noticed a "formation" in his sweat pants. The most bulbous imprint I ever saw, and I was turned on by the fact that so many people sat around not knowing I was making him get hard. Not passing up the moment, I got the courage to hand him my phone number for safe keeping. He lived closer to the city, which when the fall semester started he could call me up.
The same night, he calls! And I am nervous not knowing what to say. Apparently, I spoke correctly and we arranged a date to meet up at his house a week later.
He was an uncomplicated man: divorced, one son and working his self-owned company. An accomplished man checking for a kid in comparison? I knew this would be fun.
We met one Sunday night around 6:30 and went right to business. He whispers, " I can't believe we are about to f***" while I slip his pants off his rock-hard legs. And this 9 inch ebony rod pounced at me pointing directly to my mouth! I had sex before, but never with a "real man" so I was eager to please and learn. I gobbled up every inch, tasting the tangy pre-cum mixed with sweat dripping on his cock from his forehead. The walls echoed slurping and moaning so loud my ears threatened to pop.
He's moaning from my polished (yet, immature) head skills, stroking his shaved head as I massaged his balls for added pleasure. Suddenly, the yellow-colored condom took place of my tongue on his dick as I orally-applied the ultra-thin Trojan. I remembered to save aside some lube just in case a "surprise" comes across me. I laid on my back and guided his flesh missile straight into my backdoor. He had a ridiculous upward curve, so I had to shift my ass upward and downward to take all of him in. I remember us staring each other in the eyes as to say "I still can't believe we finally made it this far!" As a matter of fact, he moaned throughout, "I'm so glad you came over!" Missionary style: a grand f*** fest for 10 minutes, plenty of grinding and belly-slapping. From having my knees pushed to my chest or spread eagle style, I was the "weather vane" of sex; moving in any direction the wind blew (it's funny I found out later he is an Aquarius!)
With his rock-hard cock still inside, I slipped on my belly then reared up on my hands-and-knees. "I love it from the back", I growled and took another inch up my rear that I missed from the last position. He pounded my back for what seemed like hours while I bite my arms (no pillows since we f***ed on the floor). Who ever said that a man's sexual prime is in his 20s, they never met this 41-year-old expert! He knew every spot to suck, lick and stick. When I started to think that I couldn't take anymore of this God-given manhood, he pulls out and sprays hot jizz all over my back.
And this is just our first encounter! We've hooked up a few times afterwards for more explosive fireworks! Every time I think of him now, I wonder where he is (so I could be there!) sigh.........
The summer of 2003, I came back home from college to work at a local restaurant. What is funny is my customer and I see each other in the street all the time. But there are moments when you think you know someone, you meet them for the very first time.
One day at work, (I was waiting tables) I served him in my section. Here I was, young black guy (20-years-old) making eyes with a 41-year-old fitness trainer. My physique is still the same (5'10''-170 lbs) copper-brown skin and he was (5'8''-at least 180 full muscle) dark-chocolate, rivaling Hershey for temptation. So, as he ate, I noticed him making eyes at my crotch. Then, I noticed a "formation" in his sweat pants. The most bulbous imprint I ever saw, and I was turned on by the fact that so many people sat around not knowing I was making him get hard. Not passing up the moment, I got the courage to hand him my phone number for safe keeping. He lived closer to the city, which when the fall semester started he could call me up.
The same night, he calls! And I am nervous not knowing what to say. Apparently, I spoke correctly and we arranged a date to meet up at his house a week later.
He was an uncomplicated man: divorced, one son and working his self-owned company. An accomplished man checking for a kid in comparison? I knew this would be fun.
We met one Sunday night around 6:30 and went right to business. He whispers, " I can't believe we are about to f***" while I slip his pants off his rock-hard legs. And this 9 inch ebony rod pounced at me pointing directly to my mouth! I had sex before, but never with a "real man" so I was eager to please and learn. I gobbled up every inch, tasting the tangy pre-cum mixed with sweat dripping on his cock from his forehead. The walls echoed slurping and moaning so loud my ears threatened to pop.
He's moaning from my polished (yet, immature) head skills, stroking his shaved head as I massaged his balls for added pleasure. Suddenly, the yellow-colored condom took place of my tongue on his dick as I orally-applied the ultra-thin Trojan. I remembered to save aside some lube just in case a "surprise" comes across me. I laid on my back and guided his flesh missile straight into my backdoor. He had a ridiculous upward curve, so I had to shift my ass upward and downward to take all of him in. I remember us staring each other in the eyes as to say "I still can't believe we finally made it this far!" As a matter of fact, he moaned throughout, "I'm so glad you came over!" Missionary style: a grand f*** fest for 10 minutes, plenty of grinding and belly-slapping. From having my knees pushed to my chest or spread eagle style, I was the "weather vane" of sex; moving in any direction the wind blew (it's funny I found out later he is an Aquarius!)
With his rock-hard cock still inside, I slipped on my belly then reared up on my hands-and-knees. "I love it from the back", I growled and took another inch up my rear that I missed from the last position. He pounded my back for what seemed like hours while I bite my arms (no pillows since we f***ed on the floor). Who ever said that a man's sexual prime is in his 20s, they never met this 41-year-old expert! He knew every spot to suck, lick and stick. When I started to think that I couldn't take anymore of this God-given manhood, he pulls out and sprays hot jizz all over my back.
And this is just our first encounter! We've hooked up a few times afterwards for more explosive fireworks! Every time I think of him now, I wonder where he is (so I could be there!) sigh.........
