A Long Time Coming,
I grew up in a small town. I was in my teens in the late sixties and I got an afternoon job working for Schwartz furniture, which sold to the blacks in town. The store had Mr. Schwartz, who was a Jew from Hungary who had come over after the war. The other employee was Bob, a big black man who helped move furniture, load furniture. He had been a cook in the Navy during WW2. The store was a building right off of Main Street and Mr. Schwartz lived upstairs, which you got to by going up the stairs behind the building.
I was told by Mr. Schwartz that I needed to be there on Sunday early to help with the inventory. I rode my bike while my parents went to church. I got there and the store was closed so I went around back and up the stairs, something I had never done up to that day. I got to the top and I could see through the small window into the kitchen. Old Bob big black ass and he was bent over Mr. Schwartz pale white ass and he was fucking him across he kitchen table. The table made noises at is slid and Mr. Schwartz made noises and Bob made noises, while I watched.
When Bob pulled out and reached down to pull up his pants I got out of there and got my bike and rode down a couple of blocks to the five and dime and waited. My heart was pounding, damn Mr. Schwartz was a faggot and Bob was the bull that was pounding him, just like some of the boys at school said.
When I saw the lights on in the store I went over and helped count inventory. As always Mr. Schwartz had on his sweater and his hair was combed back and Bob had on clean clothes, he always dressed nice.
As I grew older Mr. Schwarz died and left the building and the business to Bob. Bob became one of the richest black men in town. He died several years later. By then I was a newly minted lawyer working in Cincinnati. As I got older I remembered Bob leaning over Mr. Schwartz, the more I remembered the more I wondered how Mr. Schwartz liked it, having big Bob stuffing his big black sausage in him. The more I thought about it the more I thought well maybe Mr. Schwartz did like it. It the lawyering business you meet all types and I met a few good men who liked having a big sausage up their skinny ass. So much so that I could spot them a mile away and I spent way too much time wondering how it must feel.
I met Leroy fifteen years ago, he worked as an orderly at the home where my mother was recovering from surgery. Leroy was big, like Bob. Nice, polite and always dressed well. And when I was nice to him he was nice back and took extra care of my mother. On one visit I caught Leroy in the men's room, we stood side by side and talked about the weather, but most of all I wanted to get a look, just how big was Leroy. I commented, just making an old joke, that the water must be cold, considering Leroy was big enough and he commented that I would never know and he laughed.
Leroy was big, bigger than me that was for sure. He told me that many a white boy had found out what a black man can do and I told him I was a white boy and I wanted to find out what a black man can do, and told him about what I saw that morning at Mr. Schwartz' apartment above the store. He looked at me and asked if I really wanted that, and I looked at him and I said 'I do'. Just don't hurt me.
Leroy was a gentle giant, I first took his big black hose in my hand and held it. I did what I always wanted to do, I kissed it, I put my lips around it and ran my tongue all over it. I dropped my pants and leaned over the kitchen table in my house and Leroy got behind me and the table squeaked under our weight, I made noises, and Leroy made noises and when he was done and pulled out I turned and looked at his soft cock and new full well that Mr. Schwartz really liked cock, and I told Leroy I really liked cock and I wanted him to do it again, not the next day, that day but this time don't be nice.
