Black Exposure I always said to myself, ”I am not a queer.” But latent desires and feelings come out eventually and on that early spring day in April, I finally realized the desire that was embedded deeply into my entire being: black men with big cocks. Yes. I had had a brief homosexual experience when I was 13. I was on a trip with my mother, staying at in San Francisco at a YMCA, and a fellow nude pool swimmer and we met after our swim for some mutual sucking behind some bushes at a nearby park. I didn’t even cum, although my partner did. But now that I was in grad school, an adult who had screwed many girls, and one lady that I was now screwing regularly, I must be straight. Yet, that San Francisco evening in the park 10 years ago kept returning to me whenever I jerked off and I wondered, and sometimes fantasized, about what would have happened if I had brought my 14 year- old lover to my room. To be perfectly honest, I thought about having spread my legs and letting, getting him to fuck me. After grad classes, late in the afternoon, I would relax for an hour by playing the piano in the music room of the cafeteria. There was never anyone around, and I used to play blues and ballads, and occasionally a faster jazz piece. I was content to just hear myself create new riffs and improvisations. In the cafeteria of the same building, I noticed that a young black janitor, about 20 and only slightly under my slender 6’4”, often looked at me: actually, he would stare at me. He had those big thick reddish brown full lips that always seemed to be wet and I would see him look at me and lick them. I felt a little nervous about this, but since I was always with friends or professors, I wasn’t disturbed. One day, though, he followed me into the men’s room. I was pissing away and he watched me. I tried to ignore him. But I couldn’t help notice that immediately after I had flushed, he went to the urinal, put his hand into it, and sucked on his fingers. I was shocked, and maybe a little turned on…at the same time. The eventful April day that I write about, I was playing a ballad. Maybe it was “All the Things You Are” or “I’m In the Mood for Love,” maybe even, “The Man I Love,” I don’t remember. But the young black janitor walked into the room and stood at the back near a window. I ignored him, but I already couldn’t improvise the way I usually did. When I was finished, he clapped. “Man, that was great. Play some more.” I started a blues, very nervous about what was happening. As I started playing, he walked over closer to my piano bench, presumably to listen better. I knew he was standing behind me. I couldn’t do anything but keep improvising even though I was getting harder as I played. He listened, I suppose for a good 3 minutes, just standing directly behind my piano bench. I felt his breathing, I don’t know how, but it was there. My chords kept getting repetitive and my right hand was quivering. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I might have an attack and my mouth was dry. I didn’t hear a thing but then, I felt something press against my hair at the back of my head. A hand? Did I realize then that it was his hard black prick? I suppose I did in my deep subconscious but my outside self was not quite ready to accept it. Then, the sexiest event in my life occurred. I felt the unmistakable warmth of a cock at my cheek, flapping at it, beckoning me to do something. I resisted. I tried to ignore the black cock, now getting harder, and go on playing, but my future lover must have known that I wanted that black monster like nothing I had ever before so desired: he kept rubbing it against my cheek. As he pushed forward slightly I could see the tip of his prick and my breath almost left me. I felt a thrill, the most exciting feeling I had ever experienced, at least until a moment or two later. I shuddered. I was afraid but I knew that I was at the point of no return. I couldn’t help what I did next. I still played bad blues chords with my left, but I raised my right one toward my cheek and felt his enormous hard hot prick. I had never felt anything so desirable in my life. As I pressed his marvelous tool against my cheek, feeling its heat, I knew what I had been missing all my life: BLACK COCK! Still playing rhythmic but lifeless cords with my left had, I began to turn my head to the right. I couldn’t stand the feeling any longer. My cock was bursting, totally engorged, but I was still afraid. Finally, on a last tonic chord, I flicked out my tongue to the right of my lips for just a fraction of a second and felt the tip of his glans, his piss hole, with my tongue tip. I withdrew and tasted some wet liquid. I’ve never had such exhilaration. Momentarily touching his hard cock with my tongue and tasting his pre-cum gave me the thrill of a lifetime, and I knew what I had to do. He said softly, “Come on, man. Take it. Suck it. You know you want it.” My nameless lover was right. Oh, was he right. I turned around on the piano bench and stared at 9 inches of delicious, waiting, throbbing hard black cock sticking out of his jeans with a purplish glans about 2 inches from my face. Here I was, with no real experience, about to suck the marvelous cock of a relative stranger, a black man. I put my hand on it again and kissed the tip of his beautiful prick. My fear was lessening and I was calming down. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Suck it baby.” I got as much saliva from my glands as I could and licked my lips. Slowly my mouth reached the swollen purple glans and put my lips around it, careful not to touch it with my teeth. My tongue went for his slit and he moaned slightly. When I had the tip of his hot prick in my mouth, I reached into his jeans and his briefs. I needed to see his black balls. While I moved more cock into my mouth, and then pulling back out to the tip, he unbuckled and dropped his pants. I reached in his shorts for his balls and pulled them gently through his briefs. They were huge, dropping a good 5 inches from the base of his cock. I just had to lick and suck them so I removed my hungry mouth from his cock tip, stuck out my tongue and licked the bottom of his shaft down towards my objective. I got to his scrotum with my tongue still hanging loose and took one testicle in my mouth on my tongue. “Like my black balls, baby?” My very first words to the black hunk were, “I love ‘em. Give me the other one.” He let me suck both nuts. They were large and hard and I nearly died from pleasure. But I had to get back to business. I returned to home and started to slide my now dripping mouth in and out on his hard black rod. “Your name’s Michael, right?” I looked up into his wonderful brown eyes and full lips and, without stopping my motion made a confirming guttural sound. “Uhmm” “Well Michael, after you suck me off, we’re gonna have some real fun. That’s it, boy, take it in deeper...more of my black cock in your mouth… Yeah…that’s it…Oh, yeah.” I was a novice, but somehow I knew exactly what to do. So did he. With my right thumb and first finger wrapped around the base of his prick, I reached around his butt to his tight ass and started pulling his whole body into me. Then I let him pull out and I repeated the cycle. His cock would go to my throat, but only for an instant, and that kept me from choking. He was fucking my face! I didn’t yet know his name and he was fucking me in the mouth! And it was wonderful!!! “OHH Shit, he said. Keep sucking me, man. OH Lord, that feels good. Suck me off with those cherry white boy lips. OHHHH!!! SUCK ME!!!! “ While he fucked my face, he was watching me blow him and I looked up at eyes. I was giving a beautiful black man great pleasure and I was about to cum in my pants at this thought. “OH JESUS…I’GONNA CUM SOON,” he shouted. I worked furiously at his cock, faster and faster, moving my tongue under his cock head. It seemed to get bigger and harder and stretched my lips to their fullest. “I’M COMING, COCKSUCKER! TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND SWALLOW! OHHHHHHH!!! TAKE IT ALL…HERE IT IS, BABY!!!” By now, I was so excited that as his first shot erupted and filled my throat, I did cum in my pants. I had never done that before but I had absolutely no control. As his second thrust to my throat went in and gave me a jolt, I shot again too. His head was thrown back and he was biting his handsome thick lips. “OH YEAH, MAN,” he said as he continued to pump my mouth. “I’M CUMMMMMING,” giving me the gift of a third spurt. I swallowed almost everything but I felt a little bit of his precious juice slip out of the corner of my mouth and drip on my shirt. He jerked and spurted several more times and, after losing a little of the second shot, I got every drop of the rest of his sweet fluids. Finally, he tried to withdraw his prick from my mouth but I held on to his ass tightly and wouldn’t let him out. He was still hard and I wanted as much black cock as I could get. “Come on, baby. Let go. You’ll get more of that black beauty soon.” Reluctantly, I let him pull out. Before he put his cock back in his shorts and pulled up his pants, though, I wanted one last look and I kissed it goodbye. I was totally unprepared for what he did next. He bent down and kissed be with those gorgeous black lips. I had never kissed a man before, but now that it was happening, I knew I was hooked. Our tongues moved all over each other’s and he held my head tightly. “Well, Michael, that’s a start. What about you? Want me to get you off now? “No…I…what’s your name? “Jim,” he replied. “Well, Jim, you beautiful hunk, I couldn’t help it. I shot in my pants.” “Ha,” he said. “I got you pretty hot, huh? You doing anything now? I got a little janitor room downstairs I wanna show you.”

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