This past week I just got a little tired of my own cooking and decided to take a walk down Wisconsin Ave and see if any of the restaurants there offered anything I would like to have for dinner. I strolled by a couple of restaurants that I had eaten at in the past and they were all right, but tonight I just wasn't interested. I was only slightly hungry and nothing seemed to appeal to me. As I continued, I came up to a cross street and had to wait for the traffic light to change. Standing there, a cab pulled up next to me. Since I'm always looking around, keeping alert to my environment or surrounding personal space, I just made a mental note that the driver kept looking at me.
I couldn't figure out why, since I had made no attempt to flag a cab. One can't be too careful in DC. I'm not too concerned about the situation here, but I do like to keep alert and not act like I'm in a cloud and susceptible to potential problems. Continuing to walk down Wisconsin, for a couple more blocks, I thought I noticed that this particular cab had passed me a couple of time. I kept a mental note of his license plate and sure enough the fourth time he passed me, it was the same cab. When I finally got into a more heavily pedestrian area, I just hailed the cab over. He pulled over, and I opened up the front door. His comment was, "evening, need a ride." I was finally able to get a full and closer view of this cab driver, damn, he was a rather attractive fiftish black man. From my view point he was nice, hunky and solid, although one can't tell when a person is sitting down.
He certainly wasn't one of those skinny young yuppies. My response was, "no, but I curious just why you are following me?" His reply was, "well I was just cruising the avenue and looking for potential customers and since you seem to be walking for a long distance, I thought maybe you'd need a lift." I told him that I didn't need a lift and was enjoying a walk and looking for a restaurant to catch a bite to eat. He commented that in a couple of minutes he'd have to head for a Mickey Dee's for a quick snack. I told him, that he probably shouldn't be eating so much of that type of food. He told me, that when he has to eat by himself, he just heads for one of those quick places, eats and runs, not the best, but he said that he hated to eat alone in a decent restaurant. I told him that I was looking for a change of pace in restaurants, but hadn't made up my mind what I wanted to eat.
If he had any good suggestions I would appreciate it. I was trying to prolong the conversation, because he was just pleasant to the eyes. He commented that there was a new restaurant in the area and he had wanted to try it, but didn't have anyone that wanted to go with him. I asked him the type of food, and he said he thought that they did have some ribs, if I liked ribs. I said sure and that maybe I'll try that, if he could give me some directions. He said, "hop in, and I'll give you a lift." My heart was starting to pound, maybe I had been looking at him too intently, as my eyes devoured his body. Even though the weather was cold, he had the sleeves on his shirt rolled up, and it was unbuttoned enough to expose a lightly hairy chest that looked like they covered a wonderful set of pecs. His arms were the size of a weight lifter and his hands were immense. He had a nose that flared out every time he breathed, with lips that puckered upwards, not big, but nice an juicy.
He was partial bald, but had a most sexy mustache. The thighs that were pulling at the threads were the size of piano legs. Just a solid hunk of manhood. I declined, but he insisted that the ride would be on him. I finally agreed and got into the cab. On the way to the restaurant, we made some like chatter and a couple of times I thought that there were some innuendoes about a couple of fellows that were walking down the street. Nice comments, but I decided to ignore them, my heart was already beating too fast. The more I talked to him, the hotter I was getting and I wasn't paying any attention to my closest friend in my pants. I had jockey underwear and my cock was starting to feel it's oats by leaving a little precum spot.
When we got to the restaurant, I told him thanks and that I should pay him. He looked me up and down and said that I'd probably should cover up a little bit, it seems you've gotten a little wet. I gave him a sheepish grin and said something stupid, "oh, I was just thinking about something and it came up." He gave me that knowing grin and a cute wink, which encouraged me to ask him if he would like to join me. He said sure, business was slow and he was getting ready to call it quits for the evening. So we headed for the restaurant with me trying nonchalantly to carry a newspaper in front of me. It worked, and we were seated in a quiet corner booth. The waitress brought us our menus, but I asked decided to let Mark (the cab driver) make a suggestion. Since it was a rib place, he just suggested we try that. The waitress took our orders and returned with the drinks, but in the mean time Mark, with a smug look on his face, asked me what came up that got me a little wet. I returned his comment with a grin and said, "if you have to asked you don't need to know." "Ah, Ah, so now we are going to play a little cat and mouse," and with a bigger grin he continued, "what the hell do you think I kept driving by you for? My health? Damn, I saw something edible and decided to eat it, so there, the cards are on the table!" With that said, I continued by saying, "well I was suspicious about someone driving by so much, but then when I got in your cab, that old drive of seeing a hunky mature man got my old friend going again, and he was just wondering what it would be like to have a pair of nice lips planted around his head! Does that get the cards completely on the table?" With that, Mark could only say, "sure does, now do you want to do something about it?" I told him that I would not have invited him to have dinner with me if I didn't have some kind of plan, and that maybe we could discuss it over the ribs.
It didn't take too long for the ribs to show up and the both of us started eating. Of course anyone who has eaten ribs knows they are kind of messy. Mark cut the ribs apart and put one in his mouth and started chewing on it. After he had chewed most of the meat off, he kept the bone in his mouth and tried to talk. "Before this evening is over with, I hope I get to chew on another bone!" I said, "you sure will, with a grin, you have a whole plate full of them and when you through with those, I got some meat between my legs that will need a little sucking to get the juice out; after I've chewed on your black bone for awhile. I just wonder if sucking on your dark meat is going to be as delicious as chewing on this rib.
If I get that black cock of yours in my mouth, it's going to be sucked upon, I want to feel the head of that cock deep in my throat." "Yeh, you're going to suck it alright, and I hope your cock is ready for my hot lips to be working the head until that cock wants to unload it's cum." We continued talking, first of what we'd like to do to each other, then back to normal conversation, but it never took long for me to get side tracked and talk about sucking on that ebony cock of his. I wanted to feel those balls resting against my chin, I wanted to bury my nose in his black pubic hair, I wanted to 69 with this black adonis with my nose smelling his masculine balls. We quickly finished and headed for the cab. Once there, he said; "your place or mine." My response was, "which is closer." We ended up at my place. We didn't waste time on formalities, and headed directly for the bedroom.
Feeling his cock through those pants, it was large and hard. I wanted it. I grabbed Mark's belt buckle and started to tug at it. Next I unsnapped his jeans. We looked at each other, his eyes still in the shadow of his strong, masculine dark face, his bushy eyebrows hanging out from his face. I smiled at him as I put my hand inside his jeans. He was wearing white cotton briefs. I cupped my hand around the bulge in those briefs, moving it very slowly up and down. I stroked him through his shorts. With my other hand I pulled down his zipper, then using both hands I pushed the jeans down around his knees. Now the glory of Mark in his underwear was bulging against the white fabric. His legs were slightly hairy as I had imagined. I wanted to please him. His hardness was drawing me. I slid down on the couch as I put my hands on his powerful hips and slid further down. Now his underwear, with it's load of promise, was right in my face. My hands moved over onto the cheeks of his ass as I pulled him towards me. His crotch was right in my face. I started to nibble on him through his underwear. He was already hard, but he seemed to get harder and longer as my lips, curled over my teeth, ran up and down along him. I wanted him so very badly, Mark had gotten me mighty hot. I stopped at the head of his cock and started to suck air through the cotton of his briefs, drawing in the scent of him through my nostrils. He smelled horny and male. I started working my jaws on him. He was moaning by now. I wanted more.
I put a hand on each side of the elastic of his pure white briefs. With my thumbs I pulled out and forward so his erection would clear the band, then quickly down around his knees, pushing his jeans even further away. His beautiful cock bounced down in front of my face. I put the tip of my tongue on that vein on the bottom of his glans. Up and down, back and forth, flicking just the tip of my tongue on him, teasing, getting him hotter. Mark started to moan louder and faster. I decided he was ready and I took just the head of his cock into my mouth. I stopped moving completely and began to suck him. My cheeks pulled in against my teeth. Then I released the suction, sucked again, released, faster harder. Mark was going crazy now, the muscles in his powerful thighs were trembling. I started to pull him towards me as I took all of him into my mouth. Finally Mark was resting my nose against his pubic hair.
He had his hands around my head and I could barely move my head, so I put my hands on each side of his butt and started moving them towards me. Shoving that black phallus deeper into my throat. He started moving, sliding in and out of my mouth, pressing his torso against my face, then back again, back and forth. He started going faster. His pubic hair was getting wet with my saliva now, it began matting up against his skin, swirls of shiny black in the dim light. Faster still, harder, more intense. He was hitting the back of my throat each time. I did not want him to have an orgasm yet, but I couldn't stop him or myself. He exploded and I felt the tremendous throbbing of his cock deep into my throat. It felt so wonderful. He collapsed on the bed and said, "give me a couple of minutes, jeez, you must have been hot to suck that cock of mine, you were good." "Thanks, I try my best, but when a cock is as nicely shaped as yours and just the right size for sucking, I just can't resist. After you've rested a little bit, I'm going to try something you've probably not had done for some time. So just relax."
We talked for a short while about inane things, politics, the city, and other nonsense. Mark was getting very relaxed and that black thick muscle of his was resting nicely on his thigh. I was still hot but resisted hopping down on the cock again. For the next couple of minutes my eyes traveled up and down his body. Looking at his pectoral muscles, you could tell that he did do some working out, or he just had a nicely developed chest. There is a wonderful patch of hair covering his chest and tapered downward to his navel, then started up again going down to his groin. Just the right amount of hair to excite me. Mark had one hot fucking body. Thick muscular arms that had beautiful veining, thighs that were thick, yet not fat, the kind you just love to have wrapped around your head. I laid there just drooling over his bod, and keeping an eye on that flaccid black rod resting on a pair of massive nuts.
I wanted to roll those black marbles around in my hand, but I knew if I did, it'd get Mark excited again and I wanted to wait. After about 10 minutes he was completely relaxed, when all of a sudden I quickly picked up his soft cock and sucked it into my mouth, my cheeks quickly pulling in and massages the sides of his cock. He lets out a loud groan, "oh, gawd, suck it, damn, take that cock all the way." He grabbed the back of my head hard and rammed that soften fuck tool deep into my throat. It was still soft and I started to massage it with my tongue, sucking on it like a monster lollipop. My hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and I pulled with all my might, I was in heaven, burrowing my nose in his soft curly hair, smelling the musky order of a hot man that was fucking my face. He was impelling that cock into my throat, but it hadn't had time to get hard, the sensation was driving him crazy. Then suddenly he stopped. "Oh, no you don't, you're not going to take the pleasure of me sucking your cock away from me again. Turn around, I want to suck that cock of yours, just the way you did mind."
Eventually, we got in the 69 position and with our sizes about the same, I was able to get his drooling cock into my mouth. Both of us dove down on those phallus with a vengeance, sucking hard with our cheeks and working our tongues around the head. Our noses were buried into nut sacks, smelling the musky odor of a man that wants to give his all. Our hands were pulling and playing with those ass cheeks. He was massaging my cheeks and slowly working his fingers into my ass, By now he had two fingers in there and was massaging my prostate, I couldn't hold back, I shove my cock deep into his throat, my nuts tighten up into a little sack and then the explosion. My throbbing cock expanded and sent a flood tide of juice town his throat. He couldn't get enough of it. I wrapped my legs around his head hard and fucked his mouth. That sent him over the edge again. He wrapped his legs around my head and raped my throat. What a delicious feeling, knowing I was satisfying this animal. Finally the tension was gone and we both rolled back. I turn around and placed my arm over his handsome chest and said, "that was good, let's rest a bit, so we can do it again."
I couldn't figure out why, since I had made no attempt to flag a cab. One can't be too careful in DC. I'm not too concerned about the situation here, but I do like to keep alert and not act like I'm in a cloud and susceptible to potential problems. Continuing to walk down Wisconsin, for a couple more blocks, I thought I noticed that this particular cab had passed me a couple of time. I kept a mental note of his license plate and sure enough the fourth time he passed me, it was the same cab. When I finally got into a more heavily pedestrian area, I just hailed the cab over. He pulled over, and I opened up the front door. His comment was, "evening, need a ride." I was finally able to get a full and closer view of this cab driver, damn, he was a rather attractive fiftish black man. From my view point he was nice, hunky and solid, although one can't tell when a person is sitting down.
He certainly wasn't one of those skinny young yuppies. My response was, "no, but I curious just why you are following me?" His reply was, "well I was just cruising the avenue and looking for potential customers and since you seem to be walking for a long distance, I thought maybe you'd need a lift." I told him that I didn't need a lift and was enjoying a walk and looking for a restaurant to catch a bite to eat. He commented that in a couple of minutes he'd have to head for a Mickey Dee's for a quick snack. I told him, that he probably shouldn't be eating so much of that type of food. He told me, that when he has to eat by himself, he just heads for one of those quick places, eats and runs, not the best, but he said that he hated to eat alone in a decent restaurant. I told him that I was looking for a change of pace in restaurants, but hadn't made up my mind what I wanted to eat.
If he had any good suggestions I would appreciate it. I was trying to prolong the conversation, because he was just pleasant to the eyes. He commented that there was a new restaurant in the area and he had wanted to try it, but didn't have anyone that wanted to go with him. I asked him the type of food, and he said he thought that they did have some ribs, if I liked ribs. I said sure and that maybe I'll try that, if he could give me some directions. He said, "hop in, and I'll give you a lift." My heart was starting to pound, maybe I had been looking at him too intently, as my eyes devoured his body. Even though the weather was cold, he had the sleeves on his shirt rolled up, and it was unbuttoned enough to expose a lightly hairy chest that looked like they covered a wonderful set of pecs. His arms were the size of a weight lifter and his hands were immense. He had a nose that flared out every time he breathed, with lips that puckered upwards, not big, but nice an juicy.
He was partial bald, but had a most sexy mustache. The thighs that were pulling at the threads were the size of piano legs. Just a solid hunk of manhood. I declined, but he insisted that the ride would be on him. I finally agreed and got into the cab. On the way to the restaurant, we made some like chatter and a couple of times I thought that there were some innuendoes about a couple of fellows that were walking down the street. Nice comments, but I decided to ignore them, my heart was already beating too fast. The more I talked to him, the hotter I was getting and I wasn't paying any attention to my closest friend in my pants. I had jockey underwear and my cock was starting to feel it's oats by leaving a little precum spot.
When we got to the restaurant, I told him thanks and that I should pay him. He looked me up and down and said that I'd probably should cover up a little bit, it seems you've gotten a little wet. I gave him a sheepish grin and said something stupid, "oh, I was just thinking about something and it came up." He gave me that knowing grin and a cute wink, which encouraged me to ask him if he would like to join me. He said sure, business was slow and he was getting ready to call it quits for the evening. So we headed for the restaurant with me trying nonchalantly to carry a newspaper in front of me. It worked, and we were seated in a quiet corner booth. The waitress brought us our menus, but I asked decided to let Mark (the cab driver) make a suggestion. Since it was a rib place, he just suggested we try that. The waitress took our orders and returned with the drinks, but in the mean time Mark, with a smug look on his face, asked me what came up that got me a little wet. I returned his comment with a grin and said, "if you have to asked you don't need to know." "Ah, Ah, so now we are going to play a little cat and mouse," and with a bigger grin he continued, "what the hell do you think I kept driving by you for? My health? Damn, I saw something edible and decided to eat it, so there, the cards are on the table!" With that said, I continued by saying, "well I was suspicious about someone driving by so much, but then when I got in your cab, that old drive of seeing a hunky mature man got my old friend going again, and he was just wondering what it would be like to have a pair of nice lips planted around his head! Does that get the cards completely on the table?" With that, Mark could only say, "sure does, now do you want to do something about it?" I told him that I would not have invited him to have dinner with me if I didn't have some kind of plan, and that maybe we could discuss it over the ribs.
It didn't take too long for the ribs to show up and the both of us started eating. Of course anyone who has eaten ribs knows they are kind of messy. Mark cut the ribs apart and put one in his mouth and started chewing on it. After he had chewed most of the meat off, he kept the bone in his mouth and tried to talk. "Before this evening is over with, I hope I get to chew on another bone!" I said, "you sure will, with a grin, you have a whole plate full of them and when you through with those, I got some meat between my legs that will need a little sucking to get the juice out; after I've chewed on your black bone for awhile. I just wonder if sucking on your dark meat is going to be as delicious as chewing on this rib.
If I get that black cock of yours in my mouth, it's going to be sucked upon, I want to feel the head of that cock deep in my throat." "Yeh, you're going to suck it alright, and I hope your cock is ready for my hot lips to be working the head until that cock wants to unload it's cum." We continued talking, first of what we'd like to do to each other, then back to normal conversation, but it never took long for me to get side tracked and talk about sucking on that ebony cock of his. I wanted to feel those balls resting against my chin, I wanted to bury my nose in his black pubic hair, I wanted to 69 with this black adonis with my nose smelling his masculine balls. We quickly finished and headed for the cab. Once there, he said; "your place or mine." My response was, "which is closer." We ended up at my place. We didn't waste time on formalities, and headed directly for the bedroom.
Feeling his cock through those pants, it was large and hard. I wanted it. I grabbed Mark's belt buckle and started to tug at it. Next I unsnapped his jeans. We looked at each other, his eyes still in the shadow of his strong, masculine dark face, his bushy eyebrows hanging out from his face. I smiled at him as I put my hand inside his jeans. He was wearing white cotton briefs. I cupped my hand around the bulge in those briefs, moving it very slowly up and down. I stroked him through his shorts. With my other hand I pulled down his zipper, then using both hands I pushed the jeans down around his knees. Now the glory of Mark in his underwear was bulging against the white fabric. His legs were slightly hairy as I had imagined. I wanted to please him. His hardness was drawing me. I slid down on the couch as I put my hands on his powerful hips and slid further down. Now his underwear, with it's load of promise, was right in my face. My hands moved over onto the cheeks of his ass as I pulled him towards me. His crotch was right in my face. I started to nibble on him through his underwear. He was already hard, but he seemed to get harder and longer as my lips, curled over my teeth, ran up and down along him. I wanted him so very badly, Mark had gotten me mighty hot. I stopped at the head of his cock and started to suck air through the cotton of his briefs, drawing in the scent of him through my nostrils. He smelled horny and male. I started working my jaws on him. He was moaning by now. I wanted more.
I put a hand on each side of the elastic of his pure white briefs. With my thumbs I pulled out and forward so his erection would clear the band, then quickly down around his knees, pushing his jeans even further away. His beautiful cock bounced down in front of my face. I put the tip of my tongue on that vein on the bottom of his glans. Up and down, back and forth, flicking just the tip of my tongue on him, teasing, getting him hotter. Mark started to moan louder and faster. I decided he was ready and I took just the head of his cock into my mouth. I stopped moving completely and began to suck him. My cheeks pulled in against my teeth. Then I released the suction, sucked again, released, faster harder. Mark was going crazy now, the muscles in his powerful thighs were trembling. I started to pull him towards me as I took all of him into my mouth. Finally Mark was resting my nose against his pubic hair.
He had his hands around my head and I could barely move my head, so I put my hands on each side of his butt and started moving them towards me. Shoving that black phallus deeper into my throat. He started moving, sliding in and out of my mouth, pressing his torso against my face, then back again, back and forth. He started going faster. His pubic hair was getting wet with my saliva now, it began matting up against his skin, swirls of shiny black in the dim light. Faster still, harder, more intense. He was hitting the back of my throat each time. I did not want him to have an orgasm yet, but I couldn't stop him or myself. He exploded and I felt the tremendous throbbing of his cock deep into my throat. It felt so wonderful. He collapsed on the bed and said, "give me a couple of minutes, jeez, you must have been hot to suck that cock of mine, you were good." "Thanks, I try my best, but when a cock is as nicely shaped as yours and just the right size for sucking, I just can't resist. After you've rested a little bit, I'm going to try something you've probably not had done for some time. So just relax."
We talked for a short while about inane things, politics, the city, and other nonsense. Mark was getting very relaxed and that black thick muscle of his was resting nicely on his thigh. I was still hot but resisted hopping down on the cock again. For the next couple of minutes my eyes traveled up and down his body. Looking at his pectoral muscles, you could tell that he did do some working out, or he just had a nicely developed chest. There is a wonderful patch of hair covering his chest and tapered downward to his navel, then started up again going down to his groin. Just the right amount of hair to excite me. Mark had one hot fucking body. Thick muscular arms that had beautiful veining, thighs that were thick, yet not fat, the kind you just love to have wrapped around your head. I laid there just drooling over his bod, and keeping an eye on that flaccid black rod resting on a pair of massive nuts.
I wanted to roll those black marbles around in my hand, but I knew if I did, it'd get Mark excited again and I wanted to wait. After about 10 minutes he was completely relaxed, when all of a sudden I quickly picked up his soft cock and sucked it into my mouth, my cheeks quickly pulling in and massages the sides of his cock. He lets out a loud groan, "oh, gawd, suck it, damn, take that cock all the way." He grabbed the back of my head hard and rammed that soften fuck tool deep into my throat. It was still soft and I started to massage it with my tongue, sucking on it like a monster lollipop. My hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and I pulled with all my might, I was in heaven, burrowing my nose in his soft curly hair, smelling the musky order of a hot man that was fucking my face. He was impelling that cock into my throat, but it hadn't had time to get hard, the sensation was driving him crazy. Then suddenly he stopped. "Oh, no you don't, you're not going to take the pleasure of me sucking your cock away from me again. Turn around, I want to suck that cock of yours, just the way you did mind."
Eventually, we got in the 69 position and with our sizes about the same, I was able to get his drooling cock into my mouth. Both of us dove down on those phallus with a vengeance, sucking hard with our cheeks and working our tongues around the head. Our noses were buried into nut sacks, smelling the musky odor of a man that wants to give his all. Our hands were pulling and playing with those ass cheeks. He was massaging my cheeks and slowly working his fingers into my ass, By now he had two fingers in there and was massaging my prostate, I couldn't hold back, I shove my cock deep into his throat, my nuts tighten up into a little sack and then the explosion. My throbbing cock expanded and sent a flood tide of juice town his throat. He couldn't get enough of it. I wrapped my legs around his head hard and fucked his mouth. That sent him over the edge again. He wrapped his legs around my head and raped my throat. What a delicious feeling, knowing I was satisfying this animal. Finally the tension was gone and we both rolled back. I turn around and placed my arm over his handsome chest and said, "that was good, let's rest a bit, so we can do it again."
