Learning To Like Dark Meat

After having numerous encounters with Dan throughout the summer, I left for State College to attend Penn State. This was a time of new experiences and lots of changes for me. I rather quickly fell into a routine and got involved in numerous activities at school. While working on the school paper, I met a girl who I was very attracted to. Barb was blonde, buxomy and really quite bright. We hit it off very well and soon became best friends.

Eventually our relationship grew to include a healthy sex life. Barb really enjoyed sex, both getting fucked and giving head. I got my first piece of pussy, and learned that fucking a woman felt fantastic! I would ask her to try different techniques on me, that I knew really got Dan hot when I had sucked him off. She really could get me going, and enjoyed sucking my cock almost as much as I had Dan's. I had no sexual contact with any guys and didn't think too much about it. I assumed that Dan was a phase I had been going through and, although I really enjoyed it, wouldn't happen again.

At the end of spring classes, Barb went home to Reading and I headed to Pittsburgh to spend some time with my family. We planned on meeting at Ocean City for the Fourth of July and spend a week there. Then I was going up to meet her family and spend a few days with her and them. We weren't engaged yet, but both anticipated getting married before too long.

A few days after getting back home, I was driving around, checking out some of my old haunts. I had run into a few friends and we enjoyed catching up with what was happening with each other. I heard that a bunch of the guys might meet up at the high school later that afternoon for a baseball game. So, around 4 o'clock I drove up to the school to meet my old friends and play some ball.

I walked past the basketball court heading towards the ball field. I saw Dan and a black dude shooting hoops. The black guy was a stranger, this neighborhood didn't have many black people living there and none ever hung out at the school. I watched them for a few minutes then said 'Hi!' to Dan. He looked over and sort of nodded his head at me, not saying anything. I asked how things were going and he kinda irked me, saying only, "What are you doing here? I'm too busy for you right now, Pal." His attitude was really shitty, so I started heading down to the ball field. As I left, I heard him say sarcastically, "See ya later, Pal!" I was only being friendly, and had no intention of getting involved with him sexually again. I figured that I had better keep away from Dan, he apparently wanted to pick up where we had left off.

I met my friends and played ball for a few hours. My team won and seeing all the guys was great. Since it was about dinner time, everyone scattered to their homes. As I was leaving the parking lot, I saw the black guy who had been playing B-ball with Dan waiting along the road. He was wearing a yellow tank top and loose cut off jeans. He was a light brown color with the skin stretched smoothly over a great hard body. His features were fine and his smile alluring. It seemed strange that he was here by himself, so I stopped to ask if he needed help.

"Hi! What are you doing here by yourself? Where'd Dan go?"

"He went with some of those guys who just left," he said. Then looking around he asked if I knew when the next bus heading downtown was due.

"I think they run on the hour. Hell, that won't be here for about 40 minutes. Where you heading?"

"Shit, 40 minutes? I'm going to Beltzhoover. I knew I shouldn't have stayed when my friends left! That prick friend of your's promised me a ride home if I stayed and showed him some moves."

Dan's leaving him didn't surprise me much. I thought it was strange to see Dan hanging out with a black friend. Most of the people in my neighborhood didn't really have much to do with blacks. In fact the term black would not be the way they were usually addressed, 'nigger' would be more likely to be used. I had always tried to treat people as individuals but admit to occasionally lapsing into the superior attitude of my white peers. But this guy seemed nice enough and I kinda felt sorry for him being abandoned by Dan.

I offered to give him a lift home and he quickly accepted. We chatted as I drove him home. I found out his name was Jim and he had just graduated from South Hills High school. He seemed pretty bright and was planning on starting college in the Fall. I suggested that he consider Penn State, but he said he had heard too many bad things about the school. I sorta knew what he was talking about since it was all over campus about the recruitment problems they have getting African-American students to go there. Until he mentioned it, I had never really thought of it as a problem. We were getting along well and involved in an interesting conversation as we got to his house. He said there was something he wanted to talk about and invited me in to chat. He said he wanted to put his basketball in the garage first.

This was a poor working class neighborhood. His house had been kept up well, but was over fifty years old. We were finishing our talk about college as we stepped inside, but I noticed Jim shut the door and lock it. I though nothing of it as I assumed we were heading into the house through the garage. The garage was small: it had a musty smell to it. There was enough light to see okay, but compared to the bright sunshiny day outside, it was dark and dank inside the garage.

Jim walked over to the wall and put his basketball on the shelf. He sidled over to a nearby workbench, turned around and leaned back, resting his elbows on the slab of plywood which served as the top of the workbench. He was still smiling, but nervously and unsurely now. With a sigh he tilted his head and looked up at the roof rafters.

I glanced up there too. He seemed awfully interested in something up there, but damned if I could see what. When I looked back down, he was standing with his feet about eighteen inches apart and had his hips jutted forward. The bulge in his cutoffs was more prominent. I wondered if it was causing him discomfort, because he was sort of twisting himself back and forth from the waist down. If I'd had more experience, I would've realized he was extending a silent invitation. As it was, I just stood there gawking, feeling stupid. I wished he would say something. I wished that I could think of something witty to say, but I couldn't. Jim wasn't talking, and I was at a loss for words.

Finally he cleared his throat and, still looking up at the rafters, he said in a soft, hesitant tone, "You know, Dan and I had an interesting little chat. He said you were a real 'help' to him last year." He lowered his head and looked right at me. I stared in fascination as he unzipped his fly and wrestled out his semi-erect penis. There was about six, spongy fat inches of it behind a protruding lip of puffy foreskin. His hose was darker than the rest of him. The way he let it droop down at an angle made me think of a blacksnake crawling out of a hole.

"Maybe he was just fuckin' around about you. Maybe, you don't dig cock. But, I'll bet you've never seen a big black cock like this, take a good look at it. Come over here a little bit closer if you feel like it."

That hunk of hanging flesh drew me toward it as if I were made of metal and it had a magnetic power. I wasn't conscious of my feet moving. It felt more like I was standing still and the wall of the garage was moving toward me. The closer I drew, the more the black cock elevated itself. By the time I reached Jim, he had a full upward-angled erection. He took my hand and put it on his dark tool. I think I whimpered. My fingers closed around it.

"You really did suck Dan's cock, didn't you? You like dick-meat, huh? Come on, I can see it in those baby blue eyes, staring at this big black cock. This has to be more meat than that punk friend of your's has. All you little white boys dream of having a dark cock like this to suck! Its your's if you want it, I want you to have it. Do you want it?"

Words failed me. I think I nodded or something, because I did want it. If he hadn't shown it to me and told me he thought I wanted it, I probably wouldn't have realized it until afterward when I was alone and got back to thinking back on it, and it would have been too late to do anything about it then. I hadn't fooled around with any guy since going to college last fall. Dan was the only guy I've ever done anything with, the only guy besides myself I'd ever seen hard. I thought I had really put this part of my life behind me. I must have nodded though, cause he put his hands on my shoulders and eased me to my knees in front of him.

There it stood, right before my flushed face, and what a beautiful cock it was! It hadn't grown much longer or thicker than when I'd first seen it, but it sure was harder. The thick rubbery skin that housed the shaft was moist with perspiration and it shone oily, too.

"Skin it back, why don't you?!"

The idea must've entered our minds simultaneously because, even as he ordered it, I was tightening my fingers around the shaft and drawing back to lay bare the hidden crown. I had to give a yank in order to pop the elastic skin over the flare of his coronal ridge. The glans was a dark red on the dark-chocolate shaft. The blood filled dome was glistening with a coating of viscous, clear goo. The lips of the tiny slit at the tip were almost pink. They looked pouty and soft. The back of the ridge sported multi-hued tufts - the reddish ones were what caught my eye- and it appeared much rougher than it felt to the ball of my examining forefinger.

Despite his cleanliness, Jim was hot and sweaty and sexually aroused, so his dickhead was giving off a distinctive cocky odor. As the heady fragrance of male passion wafted up into my nostrils, it turned me on like no feminine perfume could ever hope to do, I squeezed the stem and it leaked a sparkling clear dewdrop. It oozed out of the pisshole, just begging to be tasted. Quickly, before it could fall to the floor and be wasted, I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and scooped it off.

"This isn't your first cock, is it?"

"The second, I did suck Dan a few times," I told him.

Smelling his penis had turned me on partway, and tasting his salty musk finished the job. I felt dizzy and lightheaded as I clung to the up-curved shaft and started licking the secretion-filmed head like a Popsicle.

"Oooh, yeah!" he sighed, letting me take my laps, neither helping nor hindering me in any way.

Before I stopped licking his black cockhead, I had all the flavorful slime cleaned off it. The head of his ram still glimmered wetly, but that was my saliva. My hands were shaking as I reached up and fumbled with the snap on his cutoffs. I was too excited to get it open.

"Let your pants down," I said, "so I can see your balls!"

Instead of merely dropping his cutoffs, he took them and his tank top completely off. He was naked except for a pair of socks and his Nike's. His large testicles looked nice and full inside the soft crinkled skin bag. His scrotum was almost hairless but had a few wild hairs. It hung down about four inches, with the left bigger and lower than the right. Like his body and cock, Jim's nuts were well-formed.

I brought my hand up between his muscular thighs and weighed the beauties with my palm. They were hot to the touch, moist with perspiration, and as heavy as they looked. The urge to kiss his jewels welled up within me. I asked him if he would mind. He chuckled and, rising on tiptoes, laid them against my lips.

The few hairs tickled my nose and lips as I cupped the dangling nutsack from behind and kissed first one oval gland, then the other. He was sopping wet between the legs. Sweat was dripping off him there, running down the back of his well-filled scrotum. When I inhaled, it drew the air over his private parts, giving me a good whiff of male crotch. It made my head swim. I lifted his scrotum and started licking the sweat off the back of his balls. I was afraid he might think I was some kind of freak, but I couldn't help myself. The urge was overpowering.

He tilted his pelvis so I could get at him better back there. Higher and higher up the rear of his ball-bag I licked, my tongue darting in and out to carry the sweat into my mouth so I could taste it better. I crawled in between his legs with my back arched and head tilted back. His balls lay one on each side of the bridge of my nose, resting on my closed eyelids. My tongue was past his scrotum, but I couldn't stop. I was sawing it back and forth, scrubbing the root of his cock and the inch of tart-tasting flesh in front of his asshole. That feeling of delicious dirtiness was sweeping me up and carrying me away. I wanted to lick his stinking asshole, too.

I poked the very tip of my tongue into the hot and smelly, sweat-wetted pucker. The lingual/anus contact lasted only a split second because I was trying to make it seem like an accident. What a fantastic thrill it gave me though, to touch my tongue-tip into the most forbidden of all possible spots - a nigger's mucky asshole!

"Oh, God!" I moaned, the whole earth spinning luridly around me.

"Dan was right! You were his Pal!" Jim exclaimed.

My hands pulled his tight cheeks apart while my tongue lapped at the sparsely haired hole. He flexed his butt, opening and puckering his sphincter. He'd probably had a bath the night before, but mixed with the sweat was a faint assy taste.

"Okay white-boy! Consider yourself my Pal! My Personal Ass Licker!" he chuckled. "You white faggots all like black ass don't you? Lick it! Then get back to my hard cock!"

I had only licked Dan's ass that one time and didn't enjoy it at all, I felt bad about it. Strangely enough, my conscience wasn't bothering me this time though. Christ, how I was enjoying it, I wanted more, more, more!

Slavishly, I dragged my tongue back across his perineum, over the root of his cock and down the backside of his hot quivering testicles. On impulse I took his left nut into my mouth and sucked it gently as I laved longingly at the oblong goodie with my insatiable tongue. This made Jim moan and shiver.

He was perspiring profusely, but from passion now not physical exertion. His crotch seemed to be giving off a stronger odor. His sweat and body oils had taken on a raunchier, more pungent flavor. I was freaking out. I went after more sweat. I wormed my tongue into the crease formed by his pubic mound and the smooth inside surface of his thigh. I swabbed that crack out good and then moved over to do the same to the one on the other side of his groin.

Jim was moaning with pleasure. Uttering a steady stream of profanities including phrases like white boy, fag, cock lover, queer, nigger lover, etc. He asked me if I liked his cock and balls. I told him no, I LOVED his big black cock and balls!

I rubbed my face against those large, lovely nuts. I kissed avidly around the base of his prick and buried my nose into the coarse hair of his dense, kinky bush. I nuzzled around in his pubic forest, kissing into it and sniffing at it. I licked down one side of his dick and up the other, then back down the top and bottom of the shaft, flicking my tongue tip back and forth over the large prominent vein that ran along the under surface from the root of his erect cock clear up to the frenulum of skin which connected the shaft to the V in the bottom of the swollen glans penis.

He was squirming with sensual discomfort. Clear goo was dribbling in a silvery string from the tiny mouth at the tip of his knob. It seemed a shame to waste that delicious cock-syrup. Quickly I bent over, tilted my head and opened my mouth. All I lost was the bottom of the dangling thread. It stuck to my cheek.

"All the way, Faggot! I gotta cum soon! Eat that big black cock to the root!" Jim moaned.

I took that bloated black bulb into my mouth, wrapped my hungry lips drawstring-tight around the top of the shaft and sucked voraciously. I could hear whimpering and didn't know if it was coming from Jim, me, or both of us. All I knew was that a had a big mouthful of the most scrumptious-tasting meat in the world - COCK!

My tongue wasn't in the least reluctant this time. It jumped at the livid knob of salty, musk flavored manmeat and started lapping fervently. My tongue curled almost worshipfully over, under and around the smooth convexity of taut-skinned knob. How I loved the flavor of it!

Suddenly I was pumping my head furiously back and forth, going slurp, slurp, slurp! around his dark meaty lance as I simultaneously sucked on it and licked at it. I had only one goal - to make him cum - and I strove industriously toward it.

My encircling lips dragged over the thick rubbery outer skin of the bone- hard column of heated cock shaft. I could feel them folding in against the fronts of my teeth as I took the succulent bulb into my carnivorous mouth, then distending out around him obscenely as I drew back with my cheeks hollowed from the force of oral suction I was maintaining.

The joys of cock sucking were bubbling within me! I wouldn't have traded places with any guy on earth. Going down on Dan had excited me, but nowhere near to this extent. I was down on my knees on the dirty floor of a small, musty-smelling garage, sucking the dark brown cock of a muscular, sweaty Nigger and it was sheer bliss!

For Jim, too, evidently, because all at once he clasped my head and started caressing it tenderly with his big ham-like hands, moaning, "Suck it, white boy! Suck it! Eat that cock! You white faggots are slaves to black meat, aren't you?"

I knew he was about to cum. Up to this point I'd had my arms around his thighs, cling to them for support. Now I let go, wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the rear section of his rampant rod and brought my left hand up between his legs to cup his nuts. His balls had drawn up against his crotch. I stroked the quivery nutsac with my palm in a way that I hoped would coax the oval organs inside to release their hot load.

With him fucking my face, it was no longer necessary for me to bob my head. I concentrated all my lustful efforts on hungrily sucking and licking in order to hasten his ejaculation and make him give me the creamy reward for which I'd worked so lewdly and wanted so desperately. If his fat dick didn't start spurting soon, I though I would scream.

"Get ready, slave boy! I got a big load of nigger scum for you to eat! If you know what's good for you, you'll swallow every drop of it! If you miss any, the next load goes up your lily white ass!" Jim moaned.

I sucked all the more voraciously, lashing the throbbing head of his big black prick with my tongue as it stabbed in and out of my sperm-starved mouth. I loved his black cock, and although I might be willing to lick his ass, I didn't want his rod in mine.

"Aaahh...uuuuunnnmmm," Jim sighed, stabbing even more viciously into my face. Then he gripped my head and hunched my face hard, trying to cram the long black rod down my throat. As it was, my lips were mashed into the kinky black pubic hair with the shaft tickling my tonsils. I pulled up until only the crown and about an inch of shaft was inside my mouth.

His cock gave a mighty jerk. The head swelled up even larger as it ejected a finger thick stream of pressurized spunk. It painted a line across my mouth and went SPLAT! against the back of my throat. It gave me such an illicit thrill that I began to shiver as I felt his glutinous semen trickling luridly toward my stomach. The flavor of the first and most forcefully expelled jet was denied me completely because it shout straight into my throat.

Not so with the rest of it. I backed up until I could feel the inner surfaces of my lips molding themselves securely over the tufted edge of his mushrooming glans' broadly flared coronal ridge. The next couple of jets were almost as large as the first but didn't spurt out so far. My tongue caught them easily. His fuck stuff was hot and slippery, thick as glue, and so potent that its manly acridity actually stung my taste buds. I started to lose a little of his ropy jizz through the corners of my mouth before, with my head spinning sordidly, I managed to get enough control of myself to start swallowing.

Jim pulled me to my feet, muttering over and over how great he felt. He dropped to his knees and quickly pulled down my shorts. My cock was rock hard and slapped up against my belly as he freed it. It was ready to pop with the slightest provocation. Jim slid it into his mouth while grabbing my nuts with his right hand.

The sight of this handsome black man with my white cock sliding into his mouth, his lips wrapped tightly around the shaft and his dark skinned hand holding my hairy pink ballsac was enough to send me over the edge. As I exclaimed that I was about to cum, he pulled off of my cock. The head of my dick exploded, shooting hot cream onto his face and chest. Watching that slimy white jism sliding down his body was a sight I've never forgotten.

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written by madala