Monday, September 7, 2009

Black Jews and other curiosities

No, not talking about Felasha or Lemba. Lemme 'splain: as I was relaxing on Labour Day I started talking online with this one 20-something dude who lives in Sacramento but was in SFO area getting ready to catch a flight to NYC. He sent me this picture: as well as a face pic (not gonna show that one, but he looks like a slender version of Hill Harper, so I'll call him "Hill"). I invited him over, and opened the door just wearing my jockey underwear. He had a smirk on his face as I invited him in. We went to the room and I turned him around with his back to me, put him in a half nelson, and started sucking on his neck, face and ear, nibbling slightly and forcing my tongue to massage its way along his neck. Don't ask why: I'm usually not this passionate with first-time hook-ups, but this dude was HOT!

After a good 5-minutes of lighter foreplay, I thought I should get to see his ass, so I started pulling off his clothes to see he had a belly-button piercing (like the photo; not so much into that tho) and a "star of David" necklace (just like Ron Jeremy). He was down to his bikini style underwear, and I remarked "Damn, I hate wearing those" because in my case they are way restricting and uncomfortable. But when I pulled his down, I saw why he wore them; his big 8 1/2" cock curved down, so it fit snuggly into his banana-hammock (mine would be trying to constantly wrestle itself out of something like that). This guy had 1/2" more than me, but mine looked bigger since I was at full mast. One thing I've noticed about a lot of black guys; their cocks usually "be hangin low", but they don't get much bigger when they get hard. I turned Hill around again and bent him over the bed and dove my tongue into his hole. He clenched his hole, then released it and opened it wide for my tongue to get in deep. He also wiggled his ass around to entice me and show me how much he wanted it. Then he bucked his ass and turned around, grabbed me, and threw me on the bed. Nice...the boy had some balls on him. He then started sucking my dick for a bit, and then turned himself and mounted my face so I could 69 his ass while he sucked my dick. I was having a LOT of fun. While he was sucking me, he put a condom and lubed me up, then spun around and sat on my cock. I usually hate to be "ridden" because most of the time guys fumble and grab at my dick repeatedly trying to get it in themselves, until I get so annoyed that I lose my hard-on. But not Hill; he took it all in on the first try. What a TROOPER! He started riding me slowly, then girating his hips and using his boy-pussy to grasp my cock. After awhile, I thought he gave me a good enough example of what he could do, so guided him to spin on my dick so his back was to me, then I pushed him forward and mounted him. He was now on all fours with his ass in the air while I was straddling him and fucking him up and down like a construction-worker with a jack-hammer. His ass started to meet my thrusts, so I thought, "Damn! this boy can take a pounding. Let's see how far I can go with this." I mounted him from behind doggie style and just started slamming him HARD. I was kind of starteled at how loud the sound of my pelvis slamming into his ass while I rammed my cock into his hole was. I asked him a couple times if he liked it, and if he was OK. He just kept moaning, "yeah, I can take it".

I "broke him down" as we used to say in wrestling, then started fucking him as he lie sideways. That's when I got so deep inside him I hit his "second ring"; his eyes opened wide and he ghasped in shock. I calmed him down, "it's OK dude, just relax. It's open now. You can enjoy it." He swung his leg around me so now his legs were wide open to be fucked missionary. Well, guess what; I just gripped them and spread them even wider so I could pile-drive him. I pounded him hard and deep, and watched his face as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I couldn't believe how much energy I had to keep pile-driving this guy full-force for about 3 minutes, until I felt like I was ready to blow. I told him, "dude, I'm gonna shoot a load deep in your butt. you're gonna take it like a man, right!?" His eyes opened wide like a kid seeing his first "naked lady" and instinctively started jacking his dick off wildly. We both ended up shooting together in a very loud, sweaty and simultaneously intense orgasm. Then I just collapsed on top of him and we both took about 2 minutes just trying to catch our breath.

After a few minutes I looked in his eyes and tried to pull out of him, but his butt-hole still had a tight grip on my cock, which didn't want to get soft either. "Don't be so greedy with my dick, man!" I joked, and we both chuckled as I finally pulled out. I went to the bathroom to wash up and caught myself in the mirror; my abs were TIGHT from all that pile-driving and glistening with sweat. "Damn!" I said, "You gave my abs a workout!" He walked in behind me and started rubbing them, looking at my face in the mirror, "yeah. And you gave my ass a workout." I started to wash my schlong in the sink and asked, "So, what's with the necklace? Are you Jewish, Mormon or Rastafarian?" He nodded, "I'm Jewish". OK, for a second I thought he was joking. This dude looked like an island boy from somewhere in the Caribbean. He must have seen my curiosity and continued, "My mom was adopted. So, we were all raised in Jewish culture." "Ah. Gotcha. To be honest, most Jewish guys I've ever come across aren't into anal. They're very much into oral; blow-jobs and such." He laughed, "Not this one." I turned to face him and grabbed his ass, "Yeah, lucky me." And not to be a hater, but because of this and my previous bad "only oral" expriences, had I known he was Jewish, even by adoption, I probably wouldn't have hooked up with him. Then again, I wouldn't have hooked up with him if he were rastafarian or Mormon either (OK, yes I'm being a major hater on that last one). Hill went into the other room and started to get dressed, then looked at me nodding, "You're pretty hot. I'd definitely like to stick around but I really do need to catch a flight." "Not a problem. Just call me when you get back into town." He walked over and punched me on the chest. "Definitely".

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