Longing For It.

For a long long time I've wanted to experience being fucked by a black man with a large cock, again.
As a youth I was placed in a young offenders unit for fighting and escaping arrest.
Inside I was taught quickly that I needed protection, when I was beaten up by two other inmates.
That protection came from an older black inmate called Eroll.
For most of my time spent at the unit, I sucked on his huge black cock, and was fucked regularly each day.
Once I got out, I immediately switched back to straight sex. But as time has gone by in my life, I missed those times enjoying Eroll's large black penis fucking my mouth and arse.
Marriage, kids and work I guess all had their part in reducing my thoughts of gay sex. Plus the situations I was in at the time with Eroll, wasn't exactly normal.
But around two years ago I heard about Eroll's passing and even though he'd died, it stirred and opened up my mind, cock and arsehole to the idea of having gay sex again.
Life got in the way again (Covid), but these past eight months I've been meeting up with a sixty one year old black guy for sex.
He's someone who I did some work for in his home. And through him and myself telling each other about our experiences at her majesty's pleasure, we ended up taking a shower together.
At first there was no tenderness at all. It was purely sex. Riff had me sucking on his gorgeous black cock that first time without fucking my arsehole.
I took it like I'd not stopped sucking cock at all. And I could tell he loved the fact I was deep throating him. Every inch of his thick nine inch erection I kissed, licked and sucked on. I worshipped his cock for over quarter of an hour in the new shower I'd just fitted.
I held his muscular arse cheeks pulling him into my mouth and revelled in making him moan with pleasure.
When he came I was determined to swallow his load, as I had every single time with Eroll (He hated mess) . And that's precisely what I did as my client pumped his load down my throat.
After the shower Riff asked me if I'd like to call by again.
I was there the following day finishing off things that were already done. And that second time on his bed, I received his large black dick up my arsehole.
It was painful after such a long time without being fucked, but I gritted my teeth and made sure he enjoyed fucking me.
We switched positions a few times with Riff finally wanting to fuck me missionary.
As he entered me that way with my legs wrapped round his back, Riff leaned down thrusting his cock hard into me, and kissed me.
In prison kissing like that pretty much meant you were a guys bitch. His pussy boy and no one else's.
Putting my arms around his neck and head, I kissed him back which affirmed I wanted to be his fuck toy.
Riff fucked me with longer slower thrusts, still kissing, until I came in between us. My orgasm making me shudder beneath him. And then my man, my new lover emptied his balls deep inside my bowels.
I was his, and he knew it.
When he told me "Lunch time tomorrow". I knew I was going to be there.
He didn't ask the following midday as he demolished my arsehole. He just took me. It was a side to him I now love. The one which takes his bitch when he wants to FUCK.
No tenderness involved. Just raw animalistic fucking and I felt like a rag doll on his big black dick.
Even so when I walked out of his home nearing two o'clock, I'd fully welcomed a load up my arsehole and a creamy load in my mouth.
And we're still fucking three to four (Sometimes more) a week eight months on.