What it’s like to have sex with one of your favorite porn actors

He is one of my favorite porn actors.

He is a not a skinny young kid porn star like Jovonnie or Drilla or Jermany. He didn’t start acting until he was 40.

But he brings passion to the game that is irresistible. Particularly that group sex scene where he is drilling a bottom doggystyle on a hotel bed and cums with a roar and shoots nutt everywhere — on the bottom’s ass and into another guy’s mouth.

Wow that is hot. Let me rewind that and jack off to it some more.

To me there is nothing sexier than a mature black man. The porn actor I rolled with fit the bill. Photo courtesy of JustUsBoys.com Mature Black Daddies thread (http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/279331-Mature-Black-Daddies).

To me there is nothing sexier than a mature black man. The porn actor I rolled with fit the bill. Photo courtesy of JustUsBoys.com Mature Black Daddies thread (http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/279331-Mature-Black-Daddies).

So imagine my excitement when I went online and learned he lived not a mile away from my house. From time to time I would hit him up and chat and invite him over for a threesome or a cookout or card party. And he would always be polite and sometimes say he would come but never did.

But Friday before last I was fucking a bottom before work and invited him over and he said, “Yes, sure thing. A TGIF morning sex session would be nice. Give me time to get showered.”

It took him so long to come over the bottom, who had to go to work, fucked and left and I was alone when he knocked on the door.

There he was, the man from my digital dreams standing in sweat pants and a pullover in my dining room.

“Hey the bottom just left. You just missed him by five minutes. He had to go to work.”

“Oh okay. I’m sorry.”

“No problem,” I said, fully intending to chat a moment and then send him home so I could dress and go to the job. My work clothes were already ironed and laid over a chair.

However, we looked into each others’ eyes for a hot second and I saw desire so I made a move. I walked over to him and maybe I kissed his neck, or his mouth, or pulled up his shirt and lapped on his nipples. I don’t remember which.

And it was on. We were all over each other. In the dining room and back up the stairs to my bedroom. Kissing each other deeply and taking turns sucking each others’ dicks.

I have to admit it was weird being in bed with someone I had only seen on my flat screen TV or laptop. It was like your favorite Superhero from a comic strip come to life.

His skin was a richer, dark, chocolate brown than onscreen. His smile brighter. He was more slender — the camera does add 10 pounds. However his dick definitely looked bigger.

But the passion that came through on the screen was still there. His moans were just as hot.

I didn’t fuck him. We just did some serious foreplay and frotted, rubbing our dicks together. His skin felt so warm and supple against mine.

“You are so sexy man. And damn you have a pretty dick.”

Can you imagine what it is like to have a person you objectify for their sexiness tell you you are sexy? My ego jumped to the roof.

After we busted a nutt I got dressed for work and we talked about everything from gay relationships, to travel, to folks we knew in common. That was almost better than the sex — he was very intelligent and a free spirit like me.

Since our meeting we have texted on the phone and promised to develop our friendship. I hope we do.

P.S. The porn star knows I blog but I promised not to reveal his identity.


7 Kinds of Black Tops…

Okay readers, since I did the 7 Kinds of Black Bottoms I had to do Tops too, right. Like the bottom entry I wrote this in jest (well, kinda sorta). If any Top you know is like one of these seven types the similarity was purely coincidental.

The Daddy Top

He is usually a middle-aged man who has an obsession with younger, tight bodies. Maybe the Daddy Top is going through mid-life crisis and these young men help recapture a part of his youth. Or maybe he is not as successful as he should be at his stage of life or is emotionally insecure and naive young bottoms looking for a Daddy figure are the only ones he can bullshit into giving him some ass. They often choose careers where they have access to young people, such as high school teachers, counselors, and sports coaches.

Sexual habits: They are partial to slender, in-shape guys or the feminine crowd. Some use sex with younger men to compensate for all the control they lack in real life. So many like to dominate their partners. “Get on your knees and suck this dick, you little bitch,” “You like Daddy’s dick, don’t you?” and “Call me Daddy” are common expressions they use during sex. Although not necessary pedophiles, their craving for young ass can sometimes have a devastating legal and financial impact on their lives. Remember Bishop Eddie Long?

Natural Habitat: The gym, high school sports events, church, bars and clubs where young gay men gather.


The Stick-It-In Tops

These are usually straight-identified men who have been curious about gay sex so decide to try it. They simply want to go in, get their nutt, and get back to girlfriend or the wifey as soon as they can. Or they can be gay men who just have poor lovemaking skills, perhaps because they have a big dick or are extremely handsome so never really had to work to get ass.

Sexual Habits: They are usually so horny and pent-up they don’t care who they fuck, as long as it’s a warm ass. Fat, short, skinny or lame they don’t care. They don’t kiss, they don’t eat ass. They just want to lay back and let the bottom suck their dick and get them hard. Then they stick it in and fuck and get their nutt. Did the bottom get his nutt, too? They don’t give a fuck. Their target of choice: low self-esteem bottoms grateful for some dick or bottoms who get off on pulling some “straight” dick.

Natural Habitat:  The office, gym, straight clubs and bars, sports bars, gay clubs.


The Husband Top

They are really looking for the ONE. That handsome, well-rounded bottom they can come home to, tell all about their day, and have a home cooked meal. Sometimes the husband top comes from a culture where traditional male/female roles are the norm (I notice many are Caribbean or African). Or he may have transitioned from the straight to gay world and wants to duplicate the type of relationships he had with women. Or he is not into endless hookups and recreational sex and really savor an emotional bond.

Sexual habits: They are usually into sensuous, romantic good sex, at least at the beginning of a relationship. They also like it on a regular basis…like every Friday night right after work. But the danger is they fall into a boring sexual routine or have less sex if the relationship grows stale. The Husband Top is also more prone to sitting on his ass in front of the flat screen and gaining weight, just like many of  his straight, married counterparts.

Natural Habitat: Church, online hook-up sites where they advertise for relationships, house parties, sporting events.


The Gym Top (aka Muscle Tops)

Like the gym bottom, these dudes are looking for extremely well-built bottoms. They work out a lot and keep their bodies in shape, and think their sex partners should try to at least keep up the pace.

Sexual habits: They are sometimes into a lot of wrestling before they get down to the business of fucking. This gives them a chance to really admire and check out their partner’s bodies. Massage oil is essential during foreplay, all the more to get their muscles glistening and more well defined. A word of caution — don’t be surprised if they have a smaller dick or can’t carry a conversation. You see, the muscles sometime compensate for what is lacking in other departments.

Natural Habit: The gym, sporting events, the Penn Relays and Blatino Oasis.


The Tops Who Like Other Tops

They may be tired of banging out thirsty bottoms and want to take a break by getting together with another top who is into some mutual making out and oral.

Sexual habits: They advertise on online hookup websites as tops but are always hitting up other tops, especially ones that show big dick shots. They give the best head, better than many bottoms, because they really like dick. They may team up with another top to threesome because they get off watching another dude tear up some ass. Or they may secretly want to bottom but can’t get up the nerve or are afraid they will mess up their stud reputation. So during the threesome they live vicariously through the bottom. There are also some Tops Who Like Other Tops who get a thrill from making guys who identify as tops flip and bottom for them. Because everyone knows tops have the best ass, right?

Natural Habitat: Gyms, bath houses, sex parties, online.



The Feminine Top

He is so trendy and effeminate you think he is a bottom or at least a verse. That is until you get him in the bedroom.

Sexual habits: Feminine tops often have big dicks. And believe me they know how to use them. Don’t be fooled by all that swishing and his designer man bag and manicured nails. He will fuck you into next week then get on Twitter to brag to the “girls” about how he made you bitch out for his dick.

Natural Habitat: Clothing stores, beauty parlors, Gay Pride Parades and events, fashion shows.


The Delusional Top

This is a man ashamed of being gay and thinks bragging to the world that he is a big macho top will deflect from what he really wants to do — bottom or be versatile.

Sexual habitats: They brag that they throw good sex but the sex is often lackluster. They will top you a few times but then around the second or third session they will show their true colors by asking you to finger their hole while you suck their dick and to eat their ass out. Before you know it you will be fucking them more than they fuck you. But shhhhh! Don’t tell their buddies. It would blow his cover.







7 Kinds of Black Bottoms…

 Okay readers I wrote this in jest (well, kinda sorta). If any bottom you know is like one of these seven types the similarity was purely coincidental. Oh, and check out the 7 Kinds of Black Tops too.

The Church Bottom

He never misses Wednesday night Bible study or Sunday morning and evening service. But trust and believe you will find him in the club on Friday and the sex party on Saturday night, although he has to leave before 11 p.m. so he can be rested for morning worship. He tends to dress well but a little too flamboyantly — colorful bow ties, plaid or pastel suits and color-coordinated socks.

Sexual habits: They usually tend toward the femme side and insist on masculinity in their men. They like to spoil their men with home-cooked meals and shopping trips to get them new suits and shoes (for church service, of course). They are freaks in bed (all that frustration from having to live righteously for the rest of the week) but tend to feel guilty afterward because they are certain fornication outside of marriage is a sin. But since they  tend to flock to conservative, homophobic churches marriage is out of the question. They secretly crush on the minister and head of the deacon board.

Natural Habitat: Choir rehearsals, Kirk Franklin concerts, usher board meetings, all-you-can-eat buffets like Golden Corral after church service, and COGIC conventions.

Screenshot courtesy of Holy Ghost Enforcers online TV show.

Screenshot courtesy of Holy Ghost Enforcers online TV show.


The Gym Bottom

He has a great body and knows it. You will catch him at the gym Monday night, Tuesday morning, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday afternoons. He only takes breaks on Friday night to hang out with friends and Sunday to nap. He obsesses over his waist size, bicep size and weight and with eating low-carb, low-fat, high protein foods and wheat grass smoothies.

Sexual habits: Mostly gym bottoms are into other muscular guys. But if they can’t find a muscular dude a big dick will do. Oftentimes they are selfish lovers who think because they have Adonis bodies you must worship them. But ironically some gym bottoms are more likely to be into raw, high risk piggy sex or into using drugs. You have to balance all that healthy living with some bad habits, right?

Natural Habitat: The gym, health food stores, marathons, vitamin shops, the Penn Relays and Blatino Oasis.

Photo courtesy of queermenow.net.

Photo courtesy of queermenow.net.

The Masculine Bottom

He prides himself on being unclockable and will take a traditionally masculine job (construction worker, drug dealing, cable installer, business owner) to mask any hint of his sexuality. Most of his friends swear he is a top and he gets hit on by bottoms and women all the time. But he likes to keep the fact he likes riding dick on the down-low.

Sexual habits: It takes him forever to get a sex partner because he is picky. The dude has to be straight acting because there is no way he is going to let a queen ride his back. He also wants to make sure the person is discreet because he doesn’t want to let his business get out. On sex hookup websites and apps he will advertise as a top or verse top who “will take dick when and if the vibe is right.” Secretly he is ashamed of being gay and will date women or even claim he is bisexual to cover. He will surprise you in bed — that deep voice will turn soprano when he gets some good dick.

Natural Habitat: Straight bars, road or building construction sites, Little Wayne concerts, the gym, the corporate boardroom, sporting events, PTA meetings, amateur sports leagues, WCW wrestling matches, city council meetings and prison.

Photo courtesy of Madamenoire.com.

Photo courtesy of Madamenoire.com.

The Neo Dandy Bottom

He wears all the latest fashions. No matter how large he is the clothes will be tailored and fitted tightly. He lives and breathes for the latest issue of GQ and Vogue and Beyonce is his God. Talk about her and you might get cut. Beware because Neo Dandy Bottoms may be more flash than substance. These are types who will put off paying rent or buying groceries so they can get that $495 Gucci messenger bag.

Sexual habits: Like the church bottom he insists his man be masculine. In fact, some like the thug type and pride themselves on pulling straight dudes. However, others favor the bohemian, artsy crowd and are not averse to dating older white men, especially those who are well-connected and can get them into the latest art exhibits or exclusive lounges or help them catch up on rent in exchange for a blow job. Sex with them tends to be so-so. They don’t like to get too sweaty or rough.

Natural Habitat: Art galleries, book signings, high-end designer stores, exclusive restaurants, Atlanta, and circuit parties such as Sizzle.


 Party Bottoms (aka Power Bottoms)

They never miss a sex party and there is never enough dick to satisfy them. In fact, if you are hosting a sex party they will call ahead to make sure you have a lot of tops so they don’t waste their time. They tend to be attractive and in good shape, but not so obsessive about fitness like gym bottoms.

Sexual habits: They all share a fantasy of being gang banged by a bunch of big-dick tops. Many of them have lived it. They can be very nice guys but don’t try to date them unless you want an open relationship. Because you may sling dick well but you will never be enough for them.

Natural Habitat: Sex parties, bath houses, truck stops, outdoor cruise spots.

A power bottom in its natural habitat.

A party bottom in its natural habitat.


 The Over-the-Hill Bottom

When they were young they were the shit. Everybody was trying to get into that ass. But they didn’t keep up their game. As that got older they didn’t keep that body in shape or cultivate new friends or try to act their age. They are old faggots still playing young faggot tricks. Yet they still think they are the bomb.

Sexual habits: They tend to like rough trade and thugs and younger dudes and are not averse to paying them for their services or hiring escorts. To attract men they tend to dress too young for their age or too flashy and may resort to makeup and plastic surgery. Sadly they can be domestic violence victims or more prone to being robbed or assaulted or taken advantage of financially because they tolerate more to keep younger dick.

Natural Habitat: Gay bars (they tend to be the first there and the last to leave and will get loud or irate if you sit on their usual stool) or house parties where never bring a dish but try to eat all the food and drink all the liquor.


 The Feminine Bottom

They tread the fine line between being gay black men and being transgendered. They like to grow their hair long or wear extensions and have a larger collection of fuck-me-pumps and lingerie than a Playboy model. They can also walk in high heels better than Naomi Campbell.

Sexual habits: If you can get past the femininity they make some of the best and most loyal lovers around. They are freaky and love to get their lovers off. They live for dick and know how to treat it. The only drawbacks are that they tend to refer to their assholes as “boi pussy” and repeatedly make the irritating claim their love boxes get naturally wet, just like real pussy (it’s the lube honey! It’s the lube!).

Natural habitats: Department store cosmetics counters and high-end designer stores, beauty shops, fashion shows, drag balls, and Gay Pride parades.



The Ghost of Lovers Past

Photo courtesy of yourblackbloggers.net.

Photo courtesy of yourblackbloggers.net.

Last month I was sitting in my doctor’s office, waiting to have a back pain issue checked out, listening to music on my headphones to pass the time. And I had a waking dream so vivid it was like it was real.

I was an old man, sitting on a sofa with somebody’s head cradled in my lap. And I looked down and it was my ex lover, “Morgan.” He was older and frail and clearly ill. I caressed the stubble on his chin and cheeks and looked into his eyes, which were still a warm brown.

“I told you I would come back to you when you needed me,” I said.

I’m not lying. The very second I said that in the dream my cellphone buzzed, breaking me out of the trance. I looked down at the caller ID and it was “Morgan.”

I picked it up.

“Hey Morgan, what’s up?”

“I’m at Founding Farmers, that restaurant you like. What do you order here?”

It seemed a stupid reason to call me. Like an excuse just to make contact. But I stayed polite.

“It’s a great restaurant and everything there is good. I think I ordered a sandwich with prosciutto ham and cheese.”


“Okay, see ya Morgan.”

I waited a few minutes. And I sent him a text. “You know its funny. I was just thinking about you and you called.”

“Something said call Immanuel,” he answered.

“LOL well at least we still have some connection.”

“I always do that with people I am emotionally attached to,” he responded.

Morgan was the first man I really loved and no matter the circumstances of the breakup I guess we will always be connected.

Sometimes I will do something that I want to brag to somebody about and think, “Wow, I should tell Morgan this.” But then I remember I can’t call because we are not lovers and really not even friends.

When I can’t go to sleep at night I can hug a pillow and pretend I am snuggling up against his broad back and doze right off. And I can still fantasize about having sex with him or watching him have sex with someone else and get aroused.

Every so often he will text. About two months ago he called me. I could tell from the background noise he was driving.

“I miss you. I think about you all the time,” he said.

He is a stoic man at times. He once told me he prided himself on being like Spock from Star Trek. The half Vulcan/half human who always kept his emotions in check. So I know how hard it is for Morgan to say that.

If only he had been more demonstrative when we were together. Maybe. Maybe…

I pause slightly before answering.

“I think about you, too,” I say, quietly.  And I quickly get off the phone.

Morgan has also said he could have communicated better when we were partners. And that he is an enigma. But I answer that he is not a mystery at all. That he was pretty easy to figure out, at least for me.

I just wish Morgan would figure himself out.






Florida Swinging: Seducing the Straight Boy

“Arthur,” the older gay man I wrote about in “How Arthur Got a New Pair of Sneakers,” just happened to vacation in Florida the same time “Van” and I were.

And he brought along a few gay friends and his office assistant “Kendrick,” who Arthur insisted was straight as an arrow. We got together with Arthur for brunch at Rosie’s Bar and Grill, a popular gay hangout with great food, and parted ways.

Photo courtesy of fenwayfocus.org.

This guy reminds me of Kendrick, but Kendrick was even more handsome. Photo courtesy of fenwayfocus.org.

The next day Van and I hit the beach. We were walking back to our hotel when we ran into “Zack,” another friend of Arthur who we had met the day before,  and Kendrick.

I thought it was odd a handsome, straight, 24-year-old young man would be hanging around a middle-aged gay man, especially with all the fine women running around in bikinis.

“Everybody thinks we are lovers,” Zack joked. Kendrick just smiled shyly.

Kendrick is a slender, brown-skinned young man from North Carolina with a broad shoulders and a small waist. His eyes are a light shade of brown, and looked coppery in the bright Florida sun. His tongue is pierced and he had the classic thug look — sagging shorts with underwear showing, wife beater tee-shirt, and tattoos.

We had ice cream and then invited Zack and Kendrick back to our hotel room so Van and I could wash off the beach sand. We then planned to head out to a restaurant for lunch.

To make a long story short Zack ended up wanting more than a lunch excursion. “You guys are so sexy. I want to see what you look like in the bathing suits under your shorts.”

So he came back in the bedroom while we undressed and we ended up playing around a bit — just some oral and kissing etc. Then Van, Zack and I took a shower together and we played some more in the suds.

After awhile I stopped and got out. “Hey, this is kind of rude. Kendrick is sitting in the living room alone.”

So we got out and dressed and Zack sat down and talked with Kendrick. A few minutes later he walked back to the bedroom to talk to me.

“Kendrick is curious about having sex with a dude. I told him all we could do is some oral and body play and he seemed cool with that.”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Isn’t he supposed to be straight? Arthur said he has three babies by three different women.”

“Ah, just go ahead, try,” Zack said, grinning.

So I went to the dining room where Kendrick sat texting on his phone and invited him to the bedroom.

“Take my hand,” I said.

Kendrick again smiled shyly and  kept his eyes down. But he took my hand. And I led him to the bedroom.

I made him lay on his back on the bed and close his eyes. Then I pulled up his white tee-shirt and started licking his nipples. His body was beautiful and tight and he smelled faintly of sweat and salty air.

Van came into the bedroom. I glanced up and could see his surprise I was in bed with Kendrick. But Van jumped right into the scene and was soon licking Kendrick’s left nipple while I worked on the right.

Then I gently kissed Kendrick’s neck while he lay on his back with his eyes still closed.

I reached down and touched his crotch through his shorts. His dick was just a little hard.

I stopped the action. I didn’t have time for this. There were too many real gay men in Fort Lauderdale to be schooling a young man who probably didn’t know if he was straight or gay or bisexual or what.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling this that much,” Kendrick said.

“It’s no problem man. It’s cool,” I said.

Kendrick didn’t have much money so Zack, Van and I gave him a few dollars to go out and eat and catch the bus back to the hotel. And we went out to hang at the gay spots.

“I think he just needs the right gay man to turn him out. Probably somebody closer to his own age,” I later said.

“I think the problem was it just wasn’t the right moment,” Van said. “I mean Zack was sitting outside and he is on a trip with his boss Arthur. I think under the right circumstances he would.”

“I think he is open to the thought of (gay sex). Otherwise he wouldn’t be hanging around gay men.”

What do you think?


Florida Swinging: White Men’s Pets


No matter where “Van” and I went in Ft. Lauderdale we saw the same thing. Older white men with much younger black men in in their company.
They were on the beaches. In the restaurants. Window shopping.
Oftentimes the white man would seem well-heeled, driving a Mazzerati, BMW or Benz.   And the black guy would look like they were barely out of college.
Oftentimes the black “pet,” as I liked to call them, would be very slender, shorter and dark-skinned. And very feminine.
And they seemed to fawn over their white masters lovers like little lap dogs.


The pets would glance over at Van and me and give us a glance I couldn’t figure out. Was that slight embarrassment or a look of superiority?
Unlike most black men they wouldn’t even nod or say hello to Van and me. They just looked at and through us like we didn’t exist.
Our Florida friends hipped us to the game we already knew. A lot of older white gay men in South Florida keep young black men.
Sure they might get money, a nice crib and spending money but I knew the trap they were in.

I have a friend who lives in Florida named “Conrad” who was kept by a white man. Conrad lived with this man in his expensive South Beach home and had access to his luxury car. They vacationed in Europe.
But when Conrad turned 30 the white man broke up with him and soon found a younger model. And Conrad was left without a home. Hell he didn’t even get an education or property out of the deal.
I mean if you are going  to be kept get something out of it.
Just when I was getting disgusted seeing this kept boy scenario everywhere Van and I decided to take in the movie “Belle” one afternoon.
And I saw something that restored my hope that gay relationships between men of different races can be healthy.
A middle-aged interracial couple was leaving the movie. They were close in age and neither looked especially attractive but they had a beautiful spirit about them.
The black man had injured his foot and wore one of those plastic boots and limped.
His white partner walked slowly and carefully beside him as if he was ready to catch him if he stumbled. His tenderness was sweet.
They smiled and talked quietly to each other, perhaps about the film they just saw.
The sight of them made my heart smile.

Florida Swinging: The Jamaican

The section of the Fort Lauderdale strip near Sebastian Avenue is where gays gather. Photo courtesy of jumponmarkslist.com.

The section of the Fort Lauderdale strip near Sebastian Avenue is where gays gather. Photo courtesy of jumponmarkslist.com.

My boyfriend “Van” has a timeshare in Ft. Lauderdale and has been here several times and knows the area pretty well. He also has made friends here, including a guy named “Tristan” from Jamaica.

“Hey I called my friend Tristan and he wants to meet us at the beach. He has Fridays off. Do you want to go,” Van asked me on Friday morning, our first day in Florida.

“Sure, no problem,” I answered. “You know I am here to lay on the beach.”

So we drove a mile down the strip to Sebastian Avenue, a section of the strip at Ft. Lauderdale where gay men gather. By talking on our cellphones we were able to find Tristan laying on a towel in the light brown sand.

Tristan was born in Jamaica but immigrated to the United States with his family. He and Van had originally met in Washington, D.C., where Tristan had worked for several years.

They had had hooked up a few times but then Tristan had disappeared. Then a few years ago Van visited Ft. Lauderdale and hit a local bathhouse and ran into Tristan again and rekindled the friendship.

Tristan had warned Van he had put on a few pounds — evidently he had six-pack abs and bulging biceps back in the day. But the brown-skinned man laying on the towel was still handsome, with a little belly, bowlegs and a big smile.

“Hey Tristan,” Van said, embracing him. “This is my boyfriend Immanuel.”

“Hey Immanuel,” Tristan said, shaking my hand. He still had a soft Jamaican accent and a deep voice, which I found sexy.

We lay on the beach and played in the blue surf awhile. Van is not much of a swimmer but I am so I went back in the water. When I came back I noticed Tristan looking at me appreciatively and leaning over talking to Van. I thought nothing of it.

We planned to go out to lunch but our room was ready earlier than we expected so we decided to drop off our luggage first. Tristan followed us over and came up to the room. He admired the one-bedroom suite and kitchen. Then we sat on the sofa and chatted.

All afternoon Tristan had been bragging about what a freak he is and how he loved to give oral, so there was already some sexual tension. Just when I thought we were going to get up and go to lunch Tristan said, “Well, aren’t we going to play around?”

I grinned. Van had set up our first threesome of the vacation and I didn’t even know it. Matter of fact, Van later told me while I was in the water playing Tristan had been commenting on how sexy I was. For a man celebrating the big 5-0 birthday that was a huge compliment.

“Okay, why not? Let’s play,” I said.

Five minutes later we  were naked and in bed. Tristan dived on my dick while I lay back on the bed, sucking it down to the base and playing with my ass. This Jamaican wasn’t lying, he could suck dick.

Then I lay back while Van sucked on Tristan’s nipples and they connected tongues. It was hot to watch and my dick got harder. So I put on a condom, lubed up, pushed Van back on his back, climbed between his long track runner legs and started fucking.

Van’s moans are so sexy they make you want to fuck him even harder. So I did.

After awhile I stopped and Tristan started fucking Van missionary style. He had a nice bubble brown ass. It was sexy watching it bob up and down. So I played with it with my fingers and bent down and licked and lapped his ass.

“Ummm,” Tristan moaned.

When I came up for air Van motioned for me to lean forward so he could speak in my ear. “You can fuck him,” Van said.

Wow, I thought Tristan was a straight top. But he was verse.

So I put on another condom, squirted some lube on Tristan’s asshole, and slid up into him while he fucked Van. His ass was warm around my dick. I pushed in slowly till I felt my dick hit press that second hole. Then it popped through.

“Oooooh, nigger give me that dick,” Tristan moaned.

I smiled and thrust away harder. Tristan is a successful professional and was kind of buttoned down on the beach. It was hot to see him get off on my dick and say shit he would never say on the street.

The session ended with me laying on my back and Van riding me. Van jerked off while I fucked him and then shot nutt all the way up to my neck. Damn, he had never shot that far before. Then I jerked off and my nutt pooled on my stomach and navel.

Then Tristan jerked off and shot nutt over my chest. I was covered in cum.

“Damn, you guys messed me all up. I’m not used to this shit,” I said jokingly.

Van and Tristan just laughed.

“Usually it is me that gets the nutt all over me,” Van said.

I jumped up and hit the shower. What a great way to start a vacation.


The Couple that Plays Together…

Some gay couples are so comfortable in their relationship they easily play sexually with others. Photo courtesy of HealthyBlackMen.org.

Some gay couples are so comfortable in their relationship they easily play sexually with others. Photo courtesy of HealthyBlackMen.org.

A few weeks ago I was at a popular sex party thrown by an African guy in the basement of his rowhouse in East Baltimore.

The room was humid and dark, so I stood against the wall in the shadows and just observed a couple fucking furiously on a mattress in front of me.

But then this tall, chocolate covered brother brushed against me. Then he put out his hand and started fondling my body. And before I knew it we were kissing and groping, ignoring everybody else around.

“What’s your name,” I whispered in his ear.

“Ivan,” he said.


“Hey Immanuel, come in the bathroom with me. I want some privacy.”

So I followed him. We went in the bathroom and shut the door and turned on the light. I hadn’t been able to see him clearly in the dark and surprisingly he was very handsome. He reminded me Bryce Wilson, the actor from “Beauty Shop” and rapper and musician from Mantronix and Groove Theory.

Ivan sat on the toilet and motioned for me to put my dick in his mouth. And I did and he sucked in rapidly while holding onto my hips and pulling me in closer. In a few minutes he stopped and looked me in the eyes.

“I want to see that nutt.”

I was already close so I jacked off a load of thick creamy nutt on his chest and washed up in the sink.

Then we got to talking. I told him I was dating someone and in an open relationship and he told me so was he.

“A matter of fact he’s here too,” Ivan said. “He’s the thick guy that was out there fucking that light-skinned dude.”

“Wait, he is here?” I asked. I immediately got uncomfortable. I was playing with some dude’s man in the bathroom. Who knew if he would get jealous and come in ready to fight.

My worry must have shown on my face because Ivan just smiled a bright movie star grin. “Don’t worry. It’s okay. Victor and I go to sex parties with each other all the time.”

Later Ivan introduced me to Victor, a handsome stocky, dark-skinned dude with a ton of energy. They were in their late 30s or early 40s and had been with each other almost 10 years, which is forever in gay relationship years. They had each been married and had kids. They even wore matching tattoos that looked like black thunderbolts streaking across their dark skin.

You could see they cared deeply for each other and their was a camaraderie about them I admired.

A few weeks later I had a chance to talk to Victor about the arrangement. How did it work out for them?

“Hey man, it’s just sex. And dudes are going to fuck around anyway. So why not fuck around together?”

I think Ivan and Victor are on to something. I know several long-term black male gay couples. They all fool around, sometimes behind each other’s back or with the tacit approval of the other. So why not just be open about it?