My First Real Man's Cock Was Black
I was just 18 I passed by an adult movie theater every day after work on the way home. A couple of times I stopped, and got out and walked right past the entrance, chickening out.
Second time was during the day cause there was no work that day.
So the theater was so dark, I could not see anything except the screen for like 5 minutes. Then he smiled. Two seats to my left was a black man, and I barely saw the whites of his eyes and his teeth when he smiled.
I smiled back, nervously. A little embarrassed that I may have encroached on his space.
I heard some rustling as the movie progressed, and could also hear the man to the left of me saying things like: "That's right, take that dick." or "Damn what a little slut." When I looked over to give a nod to him, I was a little shocked.
This man was stroking a cock that was as big as my forearm. No. bigger. I'm sure that my eyes bugged out of my head.
He caught me staring and nodded his head for me to touch it, but I somehow pulled my eyes away and back to the screen.
I mean, I had heard about black men's cocks a little bit, but this was unlike anything I'd even seen in a dirty magazine.
I kept stealing glances, and felt a NEED to touch it. like to prove to myself it was real or something. Part of me thought I would touch it and it would turn into a bouquet of flowers, and dude would say Gotcha!! And laugh at me for believing he was that big.
So I started moving my hand across the empty seat between us. Soon, he got tired of waiting, and picked up my hand, and wrapped it around his big, hard, cock.
By fingers didn't touch, wrapping around that girth.
I began stroking it, the weight of it was incredible.
The man patted the seat between us, and I slid over.
Both my hands now wrapped around that monster, and left quite a bit uncovered at the top.
A man in front of us, moved over one, and watched me, obviously, quite jealously.
He would put his hand over mine and change my pace, sometimes faster, sometimes slower.
I looked down at the head and marveled at it. I remember him trying to reach in my lap, and I was so embarrassed I asked him please, no.
Pretty soon his hand went to the back of my head, stroking my hair.
Soon that became pushing/pulling my head toward him, toward his lap.
OMG, with two Asian guys in front of us looking back, and several other men in the theater, with one moving behind us just then, I was going to suck my first big black cock.
But I wasn't sure I could. I have kind of a little mouth. So I resisted a bit, but then finally gave in and the took it from me and began to rub it on my face, in my hair,
"Mmm hmmmm. Yeah, you just led daddy lead you." He said, and soon thereafter, he was rubbing his huge cockhead across my lips.
"That's right. umm hmmm, now open that mouth a little and taste daddy's cock. Stick that tongue out."
I swirled my tongue over the head. It tasted a little salty, a little like aftershave.
As he angled it toward my mouth and pushed on the back of my head, I realized that my mouth was not going to fit around his cock.
Mmm... hmmm... oh yeah, you want to suck that dick, don't ya? mmm hmmmm... I did but I was getting scared. He was pushing and I was opening, but... I pulled back and away.
He looked down at me disappointingly.
"I can't." I said. He mumbled something about teasing him.
"It doesn't fit." I whispered.
"Bull." He said.
I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, looking at him. He seemed to believe me.
"Damn." He said.
"I'm sorry." I said, got up, and walked out to the lobby.
I went in the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse my mouth and of course there was some 70 year old letch in there looking at me all funny.
I looked at some of the movie posters, and entered the theater. I hung against the back wall letting my eyes adjust.
One of the Asian men had taken advantage of the situation, it appeared, and was sucking my big black cock. Oh well, I thought to myself, and walked outside.
When I got to the truck, I drove a few blocks, leaned the seat back, pulled my shorts to my ankles and masturbated furiously on an industrial side street.
The weight of it, the smell of it, the girth of it still in my mind. I looked down at my own tiny penis. I didn't think it was that tiny until that day.
I had messed around a few times with friends, and at summer camp, and it was okay, messing around with other boys.
But nothing was quite like this. I sat there for a while, then masturbated again, telling myself I need to practice opening my mouth more, lol.
I went back several times to that theater, but that man with that huge, magnificent cock, I never saw again.
