black man. It was the spring of 1944. I was 20 years old. That's right, I'm 80 years old.
We lived in a small backwoods parish of New Orleans. Dad had hired a young black man to work around the outside of the house, digging gardens for mom, painting the barn, etc.
It was a Saturday night, and I was walking home from my friend Bessie's house.. she lived down the lane.
The neigbors dog was loose again. He was a big old mean dog. He started chasing me, and I ran towards my home. I saw Jim, the hired hand, by the barn. I started yelling for help - the dog was getting closer. Jim ran across the big yard and tackled the big dog. It took a few minutes, but Jim made that old dog yelp and take off.
We brushed the dirt off our clothes, and I saw blood on Jims leg. I said JIm, you're bleeding. We need to get you cleaned up. He kept saying, no, miss Chelsea, I be alright. I said no, I can't let you bleed to death. Let's go in the barn and let me look at your leg. We got into the barn and I told him to pull his pants down. He said, miss Chelsea, I ain't wearin' no draws". I said that's no bother. I dipped a towel into the horse trough to clean him up.
I got on my knees to clean his left thigh, as he tried to cover himself. I said Jim, it's only scratched, you'll be alright. I kept peeking at his thing. I had seen some boys before skinny dipping down at the pond, but I never saw a black one. Jim's was skinny, but long. It almost touched his knee. I said Jim, I better check make sure you didn't get bit nowhere else. He said no miss Chelsea, I be alright.I took his penis in my hands and looked it over. Then I started rubbing it. He said, miss Chelsea, you ought not be doin that. Your daddy shoot us both if he walk in here. I told him dad and mom wouldn't be back until later. I rubbed it more and more, and it got bigger. He picked me up, and started kissing me. The he laid me on a bale of hay and slid my underwear off. I was really nervous and excited too. He put it in a bit, and pulled it out. Then he put it in further and pulled out again. He kept doing this untill he had the whole thing in me. I had my legs wrapped around his back, my hands behind his neck, pumping with his every stroke. He started going faster and faster. I yelled Jimmy pull it out! He did, but his cum squirted all over my belly. We laid there for awhile, then he said miss Chelsea, you better git home befoe your mama come lookin for you.
I gave him a kiss before I left. We made love a couple more times that summer.
I've had lovers all of my life, some black, mosly white, but Jim will always be special to me.
We lived in a small backwoods parish of New Orleans. Dad had hired a young black man to work around the outside of the house, digging gardens for mom, painting the barn, etc.
It was a Saturday night, and I was walking home from my friend Bessie's house.. she lived down the lane.
The neigbors dog was loose again. He was a big old mean dog. He started chasing me, and I ran towards my home. I saw Jim, the hired hand, by the barn. I started yelling for help - the dog was getting closer. Jim ran across the big yard and tackled the big dog. It took a few minutes, but Jim made that old dog yelp and take off.
We brushed the dirt off our clothes, and I saw blood on Jims leg. I said JIm, you're bleeding. We need to get you cleaned up. He kept saying, no, miss Chelsea, I be alright. I said no, I can't let you bleed to death. Let's go in the barn and let me look at your leg. We got into the barn and I told him to pull his pants down. He said, miss Chelsea, I ain't wearin' no draws". I said that's no bother. I dipped a towel into the horse trough to clean him up.
I got on my knees to clean his left thigh, as he tried to cover himself. I said Jim, it's only scratched, you'll be alright. I kept peeking at his thing. I had seen some boys before skinny dipping down at the pond, but I never saw a black one. Jim's was skinny, but long. It almost touched his knee. I said Jim, I better check make sure you didn't get bit nowhere else. He said no miss Chelsea, I be alright.I took his penis in my hands and looked it over. Then I started rubbing it. He said, miss Chelsea, you ought not be doin that. Your daddy shoot us both if he walk in here. I told him dad and mom wouldn't be back until later. I rubbed it more and more, and it got bigger. He picked me up, and started kissing me. The he laid me on a bale of hay and slid my underwear off. I was really nervous and excited too. He put it in a bit, and pulled it out. Then he put it in further and pulled out again. He kept doing this untill he had the whole thing in me. I had my legs wrapped around his back, my hands behind his neck, pumping with his every stroke. He started going faster and faster. I yelled Jimmy pull it out! He did, but his cum squirted all over my belly. We laid there for awhile, then he said miss Chelsea, you better git home befoe your mama come lookin for you.
I gave him a kiss before I left. We made love a couple more times that summer.
I've had lovers all of my life, some black, mosly white, but Jim will always be special to me.
