My First Cock… BBC Ch. 03

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I had met Frank in person exactly one week ago. I had sucked his cock twice, swallowed two loads of his cum, given him a photo of my wife, to carry around in his wallet and was hoping and praying to see him fuck her with his thick and powerful black cock. He was even asking me for suggestions on how he might seduce her. I was beginning to wonder if I was a bad influence on him.

Having only met Frank a few weeks earlier in an online chat room dedicated to men looking for erotic encounters with other men, I would say we had progressed rather quickly in our friendship. I had shared more intimate details with him than I had with anyone else. I had friends for over fifty years that knew less about me than Frank did.

I had done things with Frank that I never thought I would do with anyone. Frank was the first guy I had ever kissed, other than those European ‘air kisses.’ Frank was the first guy to touch my cock and make me hard His was the first cock I had touched and felt it grow stiff. Add to this, the first cock I stroked, sucked, made cum, swallowed a load from and on and on. Then, if you want to add black cock to the mix, the list gets longer.

To say we had become best buddies would not be a stretch. There was little time during the past week that I was not thinking about our two encounters with each other or what it would be like to add my wife Ann to the mix. My mind was in a constant state of sexual overload, which led to a lot of masturbating while I visualized Frank, my wife Ann and myself in a variety of naughty scenarios. Whatever had come over me in the last while was something I could have never predicted, but I was loving every second of it. For me, sucking cock wasn’t on the radar screen just a few years ago. I had made it to official ‘senior citizen’ status, 65 years old before I sucked a cock and my only regret was that I waited for so long.

I had long harbored a fantasy of being cuckolded by my wife and another man, or men, but until recently, I had never thought of myself as a willing or active participant. By the way, to me cuckolding is best described in its simplest form, meaning that a husband is cuckolded when his wife has sex with other men. Plain and simple. All of the added ingredients like humiliation, degradation, denial, and so on are just options that may or may not be included. Now, I wanted Frank and Ann to cuckold me and make me, or let me, participate. I wanted to be the best cock sucker that I could be.

The number of instant messages between myself and Frank was increasing on a daily basis. He would rarely let an opportunity go by to call me ‘his’ cock sucker and I would never pass up my chance to confirm that I was ‘his’ cock sucker. At every mention of his thick, black cock, I would tell him how much I enjoyed sucking his cock and gobbling down his special, chocolate sauce.

To my surprise, I found myself looking to sucking a load out of his hard, black cock, more than having him suck a load out of me. Mind you, I have never passed on receiving a blow job in my life, but since I sucked Frank the first time, I was craving his cock. I wanted to feel him grow hard in my hands and mouth. I wanted to hear him moan and mumble as I sucked on him. I wanted to feel him hold my head as he clenched his butt tight and pumped a load of cum into my mouth. I wanted to see that big, broad smile of his when I showed him that I had swallowed all of his sweet cum. I was very much becoming his sub, and I am sure that he knew it as much as I did. I could see myself easily becoming a slut for Frank’s black cock.

Our conversations in the chat rooms and through our e-mails had taken on a new tone. Frank was telling me that I was the one in charge, yet from my perspective, he was gently taking on the role of team leader. This was just fine with me. I was content with him making the decisions and my deferring to him.

There was a new sense of urgency for Frank to insert himself into Ann’s and my life. He wanted me to invite him over introduce him as my new friend. I was trying to find a way to do this without tipping my hand that he and I had become ‘suck buddies.’ I was happy to let it play out for a while in fear that Ann would see though our plan if we tried to fast track it. In any event, I was beside myself, trying to figure out how to get away by myself so that I could indulge in my favorite new treat … Frank’s hot chocolate sauce.

Since his recent divorce, Frank was living with his daughter and her family. He was provided with his own living space, and as both his daughter and her husband worked, time was there for him to host if we needed it. The thing was, that his daughter lived a good 30-40 minutes drive away. It was workable, but for the time being, I was satisfied to do my cock sucking in his Mercedes.

Frank was turning up the heat for us to get more and more involved with each other. He carried on with telling casino oyna me of his adventures with T and Sarah, which he explained, was what he would like to do with Ann and I.

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After their initial encounter in the hotel room on the outskirts of town, T, Sarah and Frank took to meeting at their home, which was not too distant from Frank’s daughter. The couple would invite T’s boss, and now, friend with benefits, over for dinner, drinks and a romp in the bedroom with both T and Sarah.

Most of the time, after a nice meal, a few drinks would follow then Sarah would change into something more comfortable. This usually meant some sexy lingerie. Frank loved that Sarah would get dressed in a sexy teddy or bustier for him. He suggested that she try some animal pattern bras and panties, which she did. Foreplay was at the spur of the moment, but it almost always included some time when T sucked Frank’s cock. For the most part, Sarah liked to watch this as her husband was subjugated by his boss and her now lover. What she didn’t like was T taking over and sucking Frank to completion and having to take second place. There was a bit of jealousy over Frank’s attentions, from both of them.

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I was having no such difficulties. Frank had assured me that he was all mine, and I was ‘his’ cock sucker. I agreed whole heartedly. At least until we could find a way to include my wife into our parties. Then I knew that I would play second fiddle to her desires and Frank’s.

Trying to arrange another meeting with him was proving to be a bit tougher than our first two. When I was able to get away, Frank had commitments When he could get away, my obligations were the problem. Still, there was no rush, we would no doubt hook up again soon. Discretion was very important.

Throughout the next couple of weeks, we tried to make it work without success. This was making Frank’s plan for us to become best of friends instead of just suck buddies, seem like the way to go. He was insisting that he become a real part of my life, not just a ‘blow n go’ buddy. Believe me, I would have loved that. I just needed to find a way to make it plausible to Ann.

Finally, after a three week drought, my car needed to be serviced and there was a new rattle that I noticed that had to be investigated. I scheduled an appointment for a time that Frank was available. I got aroused thinking about it. Not too many guys get a hardon over an oil change, but I sure did.

Dropping my vehicle off at the dealership, I walked to a local convenience store, just up the street and awaited Frank’s arrival. One never realizes exactly how many black Mercedes there are in the world until you are expecting one to stop and pick you up. When a classic Lincoln Town car pulled up beside me, I was upset that he was blocking my view of the parking lot, until I saw Frank’s beaming smile from the drivers seat.

“Come on, Peter. Jump in.”

“Nice car Frank. What happened to your Mercedes?”

“I figured that this would be more comfortable for you,” Frank said as he held out his right arm, indicating there was no center console in between him and I. Thank goodness for an old fashioned bench seat.

Feeling like a teenaged girl, I slipped into the passenger side and slid closer to the middle of the bench seat, than to the door. I reached out my left arm to make sure that his cock was within grasping distance. It was.

Also making things easier was the fact that he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts. The kind of loose legged shorts that I could easily reach my hand up to access his cock, which, by the way, was quite hard by now. I guess he was just as happy to see me as I was to see him.

Before we had gone a block to the next traffic light, I had his hard, black cock firmly in my left hand.

“Easy there, Peter. You don’t want to get me off too fast.”

Smiling, I said, “Then I would just have to clean up the mess and start over again,” I told him, giving him my best smile.

Being without a private place to meet has been a thorn in the side for many guys over the years. It takes a lot of time and energy, searching to find someone that has potential to become an intimate friend, then there is no place to consummate the friendship. The area where we lived was known to be patrolled by law enforcement, looking for lewd behavior, like Frank and I were engaged in, or at least wanting to engage in.

Frank pulled into a few parking lots that could have potential for a private meeting between us, but there was too much traffic, or not sufficient cover. I had my hand wrapped around his thick, black cock and was not going to let go. In fact, I was starting to feel the ooze of pre-cum, that I was rubbing into his cock head as he drove on.

Getting a bit outside the city limits, Frank spied a boat launch area that had a canlı casino few cars with empty trailers, parked near the far end. He thought it might have potential and made his way towards that end. Something spooked him and we slowly made our way out of the parking lot, only to find a Sheriff’s car beginning to follow us. Needless to say, I slid way over as tight to the passenger side door as I could, as fast as I could. When the deputy decided to U-turn and let us on the way without pulling us over, I was a bit unnerved. Yet, still horny as fuck.

Frank took a four lane out of town as I slowly crept back towards the middle of the Lincoln’s front seat. My left hand calmly snaked it’s way back up the leg of his shorts, and lo and behold, he was hard again. The scare of being pulled over was not going to deter either one of us.

As we drove, looking for a spot to pull over, I suggested that Frank use the right hand lane and keep a sharp eye open on surrounding vehicles. With that, I decided to make good use of the bench seat of this classic vehicle. Unstrapped from any seat belt, I laid down across the seat and got as comfortable as I could. My head was resting on Frank’s thigh, and he adjusted his seat as far back as it would go.

I had been the recipient of ‘road head’ a few times in my life and I must say it ranks right up there in my top sexual experiences. I was hoping that I could establish this kind of memory for Frank. Trying to pull down his zipperless shorts was kind of awkward, and pushing the material up his leg wasn’t going to give me the best access, but I was determined to make it work.

I worked my head under the steering wheel and was in a good position, looking Frank’s cock directly in the eye. I started to lick up some of the oozing pre-cum, then went right to it. I had engulfed as much of his thick black cock as I could while sucking and slurping away. Frank was squirming in his seat and I felt his hand come to rest on the back of my head.

“You are one hungry cock sucker, my friend. Oh fuck … that feels good…” was about all I could distinguish of his encouragement.

He could save his praise for later, I was focused on giving his black dick the best blow job I could manage, while driving down the four lane.

I sucked as much of his cock as I could manage to get in my mouth. I tried to massage his big balls, or what I could reach of them and I was showing him that I was ‘his’ cock sucker.

“Oh fuck … oh fuck … here I cum” were the next words that I clearly heard Frank say. And did he ever. His sweet and salty mixture of cream, filled my mouth and he seemed to pump it forever. By the time his cock stopped spasming, I had swallowed at least five or six shots of his cum. Naturally, I didn’t want to just let his cock go free, I wanted to make sure that any remaining ooze made it to my stomach. Only when Frank told me it was clear to sit back upright, did I let my lip lock go on his now flaccid cock.

“Damn, that was good,” he said, “Where did you learn that?”

“Ann has taught me a thing or two about sucking cock,” I said, “the rest I just go with whatever happens.”

“I think I would like to have you and Ann both suck my cock. You know, just to see who is better,” Frank told me as he let out a good laugh. “Damn.”

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I thought I would bring up T and Sarah as we had probably a twenty minute drive back to town.

“Tell me Frank, who sucked you better, T or Sarah?”

“Hmmm, let me think for a minute,” he said, then answered immediately, “T without a doubt.”

“Interesting.”

“Sarah was good, don’t get me wrong. I liked to watch her pretty face go down on my black dick and suck me off. But T did it with a pure enthusiasm that was off the charts,” he told me as I could see that he was remembering the both of them as he spoke. “When I would cum, T was a greedy slut. He would gobble it all down and want more. Sarah, would swallow, but it was more like she thought she had to.”

Frank looked at me like he knew what was next on my mind.

“So, um… what do you think?” I asked, “Me or T?”

“It’s close, Peter, but I would have to say …” he held that pause for several seconds, ” … you. And to make it clear … you are the best cock sucker… ever.”

I was tremendously proud at that moment. I know, it is hard to explain how a previously heterosexual, married, senior citizen could be so proud of being the best cock sucker that Frank ever had, but I was. I would have to take him at his word, that no one ever sucked his black cock better that I just did. If I could have, I would have sucked him off again, right there on the highway back to town.

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We were getting close to the time when my vehicle was supposed to be ready at the dealership, but Frank had one stop to make before he dropped me off back at the convenience kaçak casino store. Why not. I enjoyed his company and looked forward to spending more time with him.

We pulled into a used car dealership, not too far from the shop where my car was being serviced and Frank came to a stop in an area designated for “Customer Parking.”

As he bounded out of the car, he said he would be only a couple of minutes and shut the door. Being as it was a nice warm morning, I rolled the passenger window down and was thinking about what I had just done. I couldn’t wait until I could suck Frank’s cock again. I had not been able to finish myself, but I wasn’t all that concerned about it. My cock was hard, and I could go for a blow job, but I was content to wait for later, when I could masturbate, thinking about sucking Frank’s cock again.

I was thinking, and rightfully so, if I had just crossed some kind of threshold, to where I had become a full fledged cock sucker now. I had just pleasured Frank and I was in no particular need to have him suck my cock. If he had pulled over somewhere and sucked my cock, I would not have refused. No sir. But he didn’t and I didn’t mind. I would get mine later, if only by my own hand. The important part had been done. I got to suck Frank’s hard, black cock and swallow his load of special ‘chocolate sauce.’

I watched his reflection in the side view mirror as Frank disappeared into the double glass doors of the used car dealership. He was met by another black man about our age, with mostly salt and pepper hair, and guy hugs were in order. You know the type, one hand clasped together as both guys kind of dip in together and clap the others upper shoulder. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I sure as heck knew who Frank was talking about.

His friend in the building was doing his best to look into the parking lot and presumably get a look at me. The old white guy who had just sucked Frank’s black cock while going down the highway, and swallowed a huge load to top it off. Soon enough, there were at least four black guys surrounding Frank, all doing the ‘bro’ hugs and back slaps. And all straining to see exactly who was sitting in the front passenger seat of Frank’s classic Lincoln.

Curiosity was getting the best of Frank’s buddies and sure enough, the first guy that Frank spoke to was headed out the double doors, on his way to the parking area, with Frank right behind him. Both settled in beside the driver’s door with the used car guy, not so nonchalantly looking in to see me. He never spoke, just looked me in the eye and smiled. A knowing smile. Frank had just told his black friends at the dealership that I was ‘his’ white cock sucker.

One by one, they all walked out of the double glass doors, not even trying to hide their curiosity about Frank’s new found friend. I was curious too. I wondered if Frank showed off all of his white sex partners to his friends at the car dealer. Had he taken T there? Had he taken Sarah there too? I would have to ask him later.

Even the black mechanic, in his coveralls, wiping his hands on a shop rag came out to get a good look at me. If I was supposed to be a bit ashamed or embarrassed about it all, I wasn’t. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I was as proud as could be that Frank was showing me off… “his cock sucker.”

The group of them never spoke, but their non verbal communications were obvious. Their smiles and head nods showed me that they approved of me. Following some more guy hugs and back slaps, they made their way back in the glass doors.

Climbing back in the driver’s seat Frank was smiling ear to ear.

“It looks like your friends approve of me,” I said, with my own big smile.

“What do you mean?” Frank said trying to hold back, a snicker.

“Why did you stop here?” I asked.

“I ..Ummm… I’m looking for another car for my daughter,” he said in an unconvincing voice.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “No worries Frank. I don’t mind you showing off your white cock sucker to your buddies. In fact, I kind of like knowing you are proud of me.”

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Getting back to T and Sarah. Frank had taken T around to the car dealership to show his buddies, but never Sarah. He could always pass off a car ride with T as a couple of coworkers out on business, but a sexy, younger white woman, especially one of his employee’s wives would be more difficult to explain away if someone were to see them together in public. In any event, Frank fessed up and admitted that he had indeed went there to show me off.

“Just in case,” he added, “if you need more black cock, I am sure that my friends would be happy to oblige you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. So, tell me, what ever happened to T and Sarah?”

Frank thought about it for a few seconds, before he spoke, “How do you feel about trading favors with others?”

“Like bartering?” I asked.

“Sort of, but with people,” he replied. “I better save this for another time,” Frank said softly as he pulled into the dealership where my car was waiting outside the Service bay.

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