It was a rather dull Tuesday morning in Yardley. I needed a pee. More to the point I needed a good fuck. Fortunately, I had some time on my hands so I was able to wait for some time in the public toilets. Nobody came in. Well, it's sometimes like that. That's it, I thought to myself. Better be going. Just then, however, a young black man walked in. He walked up to the urinal, unzipped himself. I say 'young man'. I suppose he was slightly over thirty-five. After a while, he turned to me and smiled. From then on I sensed my luck was in. I smiled back, but then quickly turned away. After about thirty seconds, I turned my head around for the second time. He smiled and so did I as I watched him slowly fondling his hardening prick. I reciprocated the gesture and it wasn't long before the two of us were both staring at each others erections.
Public toilets, however, are dangerous places and so I asked him if he had anywhere to go. He said he didn't. I suggested to him that we make for a derelict house I knew in the vicinity. We both zipped up. I left the toilet first and he followed me at a safe distance up the road. When we got to the empty house, I paused a while on the other side of the road before crossing over. Peter, however, had qualms about the idea. What's more, it had just begun to rain. I asked him again if he knew anywhere we could go. After a few moments hesitation, he said he could take me to a friend of his in Small Heath, but his friend might want to fuck me as well. Well that's OK I said. I'm sure we'll manage!
The two of us walked through the underpasses at Yardley. I had parked my car in the B&Q car park. It was now raining harder. Peter and I got into the car. We were both, I suppose, a little nervous. I drove into Small Heath via Hay Mills. Peter told me to turn left into one of the side roads. We ventured half-way up the road. As it so happened his friend was standing outside the front- door. Peter told me to drive past the house and park the car. He himself would have a word with his friend who was apparently called Joe. If all was O.K., he'd give me a wave. Peter got out of the car and made for his friend. After a minute or so's conversation, Peter beckoned me from the car. I very quickly locked the door of the car and headed in their direction. Introductions at the front door were fairly minimal (it was still raining) and we soon passed from the hall into the back room.
The back room was quite cosy. Joe, another black man in his fifties, returned to his seat by the television. Peter and I sat on the sofa. After a few minutes banter about the weather and shopping in Yardley, Peter began to pull off my sweater, then he opened my shirt and began to play with my nipples one by one, first by thumbing them and then by gently sucking them. Soon we began to embrace and cuddle one another. I began to feel quite sexy. After cuddling we laid back on the sofa. Peter unzipped me and put his large black hand inside my white underpants. He soon found my cock and began to play with it. Not surprisingly I soon had him unzipped as well. He sighed as I pulled his red briefs away from his manhood and, with his cooperation, dragged his trousers to his ankles. By now there was no doubt about the size and 'quality' of his penis. It must have been a good eight and half inches long and of substantial girth. Slowly I played with his balls and the inside of his thighs. His prick became even harder. Gently I rolled back the foreskin, the glans was very clean and glistened. I wanted to suck Peter, but decided to wait a while. Slowly I moved my fingers up and down his shaft. He smiled. 'That's very good', he said. I continued.
While this was going on, Joe (believe it or not) had been transfixed by the T.V.. However, he now got out of the chair. Very slowly he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Then he told me to strip off and to place myself across a wooden chair in the centre of the room -- legs apart. I obeyed his 'orders' and thus positioned myself. He himself divested himself of trousers and shorts. With little ceremony he came round to the front of the chair. This was the real thing. I soon had his somewhat limp cock in my mouth. It's slightly salty taste reminded me of my own erection. Using my lips and tongue I soon got it hard. As I sucked Joe's cock, I could see Peter quietly masturbating on the sofa.
After a while, Joe withdrew his prick from my mouth. I knew what was next. A moment after the sound of spitting, Joe's wet fingers were exploring my arse hole. He spat again and began to put up a finger up my arse. I myself spat on my hand and began to lubricate my arse with my saliva. I don't often have to use vaseline, as long as I'm relaxed I find I can usually receive a prick with not too much difficulty. Joe's cock pressed against my anus. He pushed hard. Fortunately, it was positioned well and quickly slid in. At first there was a little pain, but it soon disappeared as he gradually began to pump me. After a minute or two, Peter got up from the sofa, tossed off his trousers and pants, and was holding his firm black cock under my nose. It was very erect and I could see traces of dribble, but not very much. I took the whole lot in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue around the glans and inside the tiny slippery hole in the centre. Peter put his arms on Joe to provide support as he continued to fuck me. Here was I -- a white guy -- being fucked by a Black guy while sucking off his Black friend. What a dream!
After a while Joe withdrew from me. It wasn't long before Peter followed suite. Although Peter's cock was larger than Joe's, there was no problem about penetration. It just went straight in. While Peter was delighting in the action, Joe went into the kitchen, cleaned himself up, and then returned for a good suck. We must have been like this for several minutes. Needless to say my own prick was solid as steel throughout this activity. Eventually, Peter withdrew. Joe then told to me lie with my back on the floor. I did so. He then lifted back my legs and entered me once again. He began to thrust harder and harder. I ran my fingers down his back and thighs. But he didn't climax. Instead he withdrew. Peter, however, who had been playing with himself in a nearby chair, was delighted to have a chance in this new position. He was soon thrusting away. After a couple of minutes, I could tell from his breathing and the tightness and sweat of his arse that he was near to orgasm. I ran my fingers down his spine a couple of times. He grunted and gasped and shuddered in a serious of jerks. After a while he withdrew and sat down on the arm of a chair. He squeezed his penis from the base. A lot of spunk still oozed out. I put my hand to my arse hole. It was very wet and sticky. It wasn't long before Joe had pushed his throbbing cock in me again. The sight of spunk dripping from Peter's dick no doubt assisted his resolve to 'give it to me' this time. Peter in fact was letting me taste his spunk since he was rolling the tip of his now limp penis over my lips. It tasted excellent, thick and creamy. Joe continued to pump. It was somewhat of a marathon, but he eventually got to that exquisite plateau of excitement. I scratched both thighs very gently. Every muscle in his body strained. This was it! I could feel the final thrust deep inside me. I too was about to explode. With Joe still inside me, I asked Peter to bring me to climax. By this time only a few strokes were needed. I shot my load all over my chest, and a few spurts landed on my face. As I came I could feel Joe's penis still hard and heavy within me. At last it was all over!
After a minute or two, we got up. Joe pointed me to the bathroom. My arse was covered in spunk. I sat on the seat of the toilet and strained a little, a great number of blobs of spunk dropped into the pan. I really had been given a proper filling. I washed myself, came out of the bathroom, put on my clothes. I said a few cursory goodbyes to Peter and Joe and made for the door. It was no longer raining. I made for the car. Tired but very very satisfied.
Public toilets, however, are dangerous places and so I asked him if he had anywhere to go. He said he didn't. I suggested to him that we make for a derelict house I knew in the vicinity. We both zipped up. I left the toilet first and he followed me at a safe distance up the road. When we got to the empty house, I paused a while on the other side of the road before crossing over. Peter, however, had qualms about the idea. What's more, it had just begun to rain. I asked him again if he knew anywhere we could go. After a few moments hesitation, he said he could take me to a friend of his in Small Heath, but his friend might want to fuck me as well. Well that's OK I said. I'm sure we'll manage!
The two of us walked through the underpasses at Yardley. I had parked my car in the B&Q car park. It was now raining harder. Peter and I got into the car. We were both, I suppose, a little nervous. I drove into Small Heath via Hay Mills. Peter told me to turn left into one of the side roads. We ventured half-way up the road. As it so happened his friend was standing outside the front- door. Peter told me to drive past the house and park the car. He himself would have a word with his friend who was apparently called Joe. If all was O.K., he'd give me a wave. Peter got out of the car and made for his friend. After a minute or so's conversation, Peter beckoned me from the car. I very quickly locked the door of the car and headed in their direction. Introductions at the front door were fairly minimal (it was still raining) and we soon passed from the hall into the back room.
The back room was quite cosy. Joe, another black man in his fifties, returned to his seat by the television. Peter and I sat on the sofa. After a few minutes banter about the weather and shopping in Yardley, Peter began to pull off my sweater, then he opened my shirt and began to play with my nipples one by one, first by thumbing them and then by gently sucking them. Soon we began to embrace and cuddle one another. I began to feel quite sexy. After cuddling we laid back on the sofa. Peter unzipped me and put his large black hand inside my white underpants. He soon found my cock and began to play with it. Not surprisingly I soon had him unzipped as well. He sighed as I pulled his red briefs away from his manhood and, with his cooperation, dragged his trousers to his ankles. By now there was no doubt about the size and 'quality' of his penis. It must have been a good eight and half inches long and of substantial girth. Slowly I played with his balls and the inside of his thighs. His prick became even harder. Gently I rolled back the foreskin, the glans was very clean and glistened. I wanted to suck Peter, but decided to wait a while. Slowly I moved my fingers up and down his shaft. He smiled. 'That's very good', he said. I continued.
While this was going on, Joe (believe it or not) had been transfixed by the T.V.. However, he now got out of the chair. Very slowly he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Then he told me to strip off and to place myself across a wooden chair in the centre of the room -- legs apart. I obeyed his 'orders' and thus positioned myself. He himself divested himself of trousers and shorts. With little ceremony he came round to the front of the chair. This was the real thing. I soon had his somewhat limp cock in my mouth. It's slightly salty taste reminded me of my own erection. Using my lips and tongue I soon got it hard. As I sucked Joe's cock, I could see Peter quietly masturbating on the sofa.
After a while, Joe withdrew his prick from my mouth. I knew what was next. A moment after the sound of spitting, Joe's wet fingers were exploring my arse hole. He spat again and began to put up a finger up my arse. I myself spat on my hand and began to lubricate my arse with my saliva. I don't often have to use vaseline, as long as I'm relaxed I find I can usually receive a prick with not too much difficulty. Joe's cock pressed against my anus. He pushed hard. Fortunately, it was positioned well and quickly slid in. At first there was a little pain, but it soon disappeared as he gradually began to pump me. After a minute or two, Peter got up from the sofa, tossed off his trousers and pants, and was holding his firm black cock under my nose. It was very erect and I could see traces of dribble, but not very much. I took the whole lot in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue around the glans and inside the tiny slippery hole in the centre. Peter put his arms on Joe to provide support as he continued to fuck me. Here was I -- a white guy -- being fucked by a Black guy while sucking off his Black friend. What a dream!
After a while Joe withdrew from me. It wasn't long before Peter followed suite. Although Peter's cock was larger than Joe's, there was no problem about penetration. It just went straight in. While Peter was delighting in the action, Joe went into the kitchen, cleaned himself up, and then returned for a good suck. We must have been like this for several minutes. Needless to say my own prick was solid as steel throughout this activity. Eventually, Peter withdrew. Joe then told to me lie with my back on the floor. I did so. He then lifted back my legs and entered me once again. He began to thrust harder and harder. I ran my fingers down his back and thighs. But he didn't climax. Instead he withdrew. Peter, however, who had been playing with himself in a nearby chair, was delighted to have a chance in this new position. He was soon thrusting away. After a couple of minutes, I could tell from his breathing and the tightness and sweat of his arse that he was near to orgasm. I ran my fingers down his spine a couple of times. He grunted and gasped and shuddered in a serious of jerks. After a while he withdrew and sat down on the arm of a chair. He squeezed his penis from the base. A lot of spunk still oozed out. I put my hand to my arse hole. It was very wet and sticky. It wasn't long before Joe had pushed his throbbing cock in me again. The sight of spunk dripping from Peter's dick no doubt assisted his resolve to 'give it to me' this time. Peter in fact was letting me taste his spunk since he was rolling the tip of his now limp penis over my lips. It tasted excellent, thick and creamy. Joe continued to pump. It was somewhat of a marathon, but he eventually got to that exquisite plateau of excitement. I scratched both thighs very gently. Every muscle in his body strained. This was it! I could feel the final thrust deep inside me. I too was about to explode. With Joe still inside me, I asked Peter to bring me to climax. By this time only a few strokes were needed. I shot my load all over my chest, and a few spurts landed on my face. As I came I could feel Joe's penis still hard and heavy within me. At last it was all over!
After a minute or two, we got up. Joe pointed me to the bathroom. My arse was covered in spunk. I sat on the seat of the toilet and strained a little, a great number of blobs of spunk dropped into the pan. I really had been given a proper filling. I washed myself, came out of the bathroom, put on my clothes. I said a few cursory goodbyes to Peter and Joe and made for the door. It was no longer raining. I made for the car. Tired but very very satisfied.
