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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]By the time HIV/AIDS appeared on the scene, it was a damned good reason to tell some guys, "Nah, that's okay..." - but not all guys. I'd even go as far as to say that I was very damned lucky to be able to say yes to guys that I somehow knew were safe to say yes to - and whether I knew them or not. In my head, it would be "simple" in that if everything checked out with the guy, then it would be on... but if something didn't sound or feel right, it just wasn't going to happen. And even then, it was never about what some guy wanted to do because it didn't matter to me any more than it mattered to me what he looked like, how old or young he was, or how big his dick was. My only... issue was guys with uncut dicks; the only thing they were allowed to do was fuck me with them because I just wasn't - and couldn't - put those ugly things in my mouth but, yeah, I could wrap my hand around them and jerk them and if they were okay cumming like that, fine but if they weren't? Lemme bend over for you so you can stick it in me because if I try to suck it, I'm gonna throw up all over the place and I know I will because the few times I even tried to suck an uncut dick, I threw up before I could get it into my mouth.

Lesson learned. Other than that? The answer was always yes until given a reason to say no. Getting even older and wiser was showing me that some guys were making it all to easy for me to say no to them and mostly because there was something about them than I just didn't like and even if I wanted to, if my instincts said, "Tell this asshole no!" I would tell him thanks, but no thanks. The logic, at least for me, was simple: You get to get more dick when you say yes than you do when you say no... but if you're gonna say no, be sure there's a reason you can point to for turning down some dick...

And for me, that was usually whatever was going on in the other guy's head about it. Mindset. Attitude. Stuff like that. Even as I got into middle age, this was - and still is - the determining factor; if you don't feel right to me, the answer is no; if I have any doubts or uncertainties, I'm either going to tell you no or honestly tell you that I need to think some more about you. You don't get kicked to the curb for anything other than not feeling right to me and that includes trying to bullshit me and trying to con me into believing that you're the guy I should have sex with: I've been around the block so many times that I own the damned block so you're not likely to be able to fool or otherwise get over on me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Whenever I talk to my protege about all the dick I was able to get, he sometimes asks me how I managed to do that and more so when I grew up at a time when homosexuality was the most hated thing in the world and even more so because, as it was being said, Blacks were the most homophobic people on the planet.

I'd tell him that sometimes I was just in the right place at the right time but my real "secret" was that I rarely, if ever, said no when some guy - any guy - would ask me if I wanted to do it with him. Sometimes, I would say no because the guy asking didn't "feel" right and I'd learn that this was my instincts giving me a warning and one that, yeah, I learned the hard way to pay attention to. But if my instincts weren't warning me, sure - when and where? It wasn't even a matter of what; topping, bottoming, flip-flopping (in today's terms) didn't matter and while I had to learn how to deal with guys using me only as a cum-dump, eh, I learned to get over it because a guy did it to me and it felt good, well, most of the time and while he was doing it but sometimes not so much after the fact.

It's the thing that, today, tends to embarrass me when I think about how easy I was but not easy because I was gullible but easy because I loved doing it with other guys and it made sense to me that if a guy wanted to it to or with me, saying yes made more sense than saying no... but, again, I'd learn that sometimes I should have said no but it's done and over with so there's that.

As I got older and wiser in these things, I'd have a lot of good reasons to say no to a guy and sometimes I would... but not all of the time. Oh - you want me to suck your dick (or you wanna suck mine)? Okay! You wanna stick it in my ass and fuck me (or you want me to do that to you)? Okay! You want us to take turns sucking and fucking each other? Great! When and where?

Not much of a real secret, huh? As I continued to grow and learn, I'd see guys pretty much going out of their way to find reasons not to do it... but they liked doing it... and then they'd moan and groan about missing that opportunity and that they should have said yes, knew they wanted to say yes, but just didn't. Even they'd ask me how I was getting so much dick and they weren't and I'd tell them, "I rarely say no."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But I couldn't bring myself to do that; that really wasn't me and no matter how pissed off I was so I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a sitting position and said, "Here... let me pay you the fee for the ride..." and pressed my knob against his lips; if he resisted, okay - I'd just get dressed and leave but he opened his mouth and let me in and, again, kinda unlike the way I usually am, I started fucking into his mouth, not enough to hurt him but he wanted to suck this dick? Well, maybe he'll be careful what he asks for with the next guy!

Now, I'm really kinda thinking that I'm fucking his mouth and in a way I had hoped he didn't really like - serves him right - but he grabs my ass and shoves the rest of my dick in then used his hands to let me know I can go back to fucking his mouth - but deeper... so that's what I do but I'm also admitting a couple of things to myself. One is I didn't like myself for doing it this way... and, hmm, it's kinda fun, too. At one point, I had pulled out, pushed him onto his back again, and then straddled his face - but not sitting on his chest - and went back to fucking his mouth that way and a way I had seen in a porno flick.

He's fingering my ass and balls and that's just making me fuck his mouth even more until we both felt my dick swelling and I unloaded into his mouth and with most of my dick down his throat. As I came, yeah - I felt kinda bad because he could choke but, then again, he wasn't in distress so I didn't move until I was done. I got off of him and if looks could kill, he "killed" me a few times - and I ignored his looks and gave him one of my own that said, "You really don't wanna fuck with me about this..."

Then he smiled - and giggled like a girl - and said, "That was amazing! Can you stay and do it like that again?"

I said, "Hell, no; just give me the money you promised and I'm outta here - I gotta go to work in a couple of hours!" He goes to his bedside table and hands me a small wad of bills, all the while pleading with me not to leave but I got dressed, gave him some kind of a look, and left for home. As I walked in the chilly air, I wasn't happy with myself about the way I treated him but, on the other hand, you piss me off and the payment for that might not be me kicking your ass - that would be too easy. I shuddered to realize the depth of my ability to be... evil, for lack of a better word. I shouldn't have done what I did and the way I did but I also found that I didn't give a fuck, either. What made it worse, at least for me, was that I found no pleasure in busting a nut in his mouth... but my anger and temper was really happy about how it went down.

I got home and went to bed and my last thought before sleep claimed me was that it was I was never gonna see that guy again.

I was wrong... but that's for another time.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He quickly went from, "Yeah, that feels good!" to "Wait! Wait! Slow down! Not that fast! You're gonna make me cum too fast!"

Which was exactly what I intended! He was trying to get away from me but I had pinned his legs with my weight and used my hands to slap his hands away as he kept trying to push my head away. He was whining and crying like the little bitch he proved himself to be and I had to admit that I was enjoying what I was doing... and because it wasn't the way he planned for shit to happen. Dick size didn't mean anything to me and that was "bad news" for him; he was only like 4" erect and it was stupidly easy for me to take him deep and quickly and without any real intent to make this good for him. I wanted to "punish" him for his complaints and his bragging - when he sucked me, I just wasn't "impressed" by his feeble skills.

He had finally stopped struggling but now's he's really crying and I barely felt his dick twitching in my mouth as he came and, in one of those rare moments, I was pissed that he barely had enough spunk for me to get a taste of. Then again, the way I had sucked him wasn't me either. I stood up and looked down at him; tears are streaming down his face and he's crying like a baby... and I didn't feel sorry for him one bit and I was kinda shocked to realize that I was thinking about other ways to make him miserable, oh, like flipping him over and ramming my still-hard dick in his ass.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'll cut out the part where we made small talk and get to the part when he started hitting on me, like, asking me if I'd ever had another guy suck my dick; I played dumb and asked him why he was asking me and, of course, he said that his "fee" for giving me a ride was me giving him my dick to suck - and he thought the way he said it was funny since I was a cab driver... and it was kinda funny... but I wasn't sure if I wanted this guy sucking my dick but as we got closer, I thought, "Eh, why not?" I even "confessed" that I sucked dick, too, and he seemed delighted and said that if I sucked his dick, he'd even pay me.

We get to his place and we hadn't even gotten through the door good when he started undressing and talking about how he was gonna suck my dick better than anyone ever could which was something I never paid any attention to because I'd heard it too many times before but this time, his bragging pissed me off and I wanted nothing more than to just leave right then and there... but I am, if nothing, honorable; I agreed that we'd blow each other and I didn't feel right walking away like that... but I was gonna fix his ass for pissing me off.

We get to his bedroom and I stripped from the waist down and he went from complimenting me on the size of my dick... to getting a little pissy because even though I had washed up after having sex, he could still smell her on me. That pissed me off even more and I told him, "I never said that I didn't fuck women..." Now I wanted to keep my word and get the fuck out of there. He's sucking on my dick, making all kinds of ugly faces and mutter about how much he hated pussy-flavored dick and all that did was piss me off further: Time to end this!

Since he was already sitting on the bed, I just took a step back to get my dick out of his mouth, then stepped back and pushed him onto his back, got on my knees and started to suck him... as hard and fast as I could manage.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had met this woman when I was driving a cab for a living; we'd hit it off and we started having sex - a lot of it. Things weren't getting serious between us but even after my car had broken down and I shopped for something I could afford, she'd pick me up after work and we'd spend a large part of our time together fucking then she'd drop me off at home.

One day, she picked me up as usual and, as usual, we fucked all day and into the night; to that end, I'd have to say that she admitted to not being all that experienced at sex... but her enthusiasm was delightful and I liked that she told me, "Any way you can get your cock in me, I'm okay with it!" Time for me to head home, got in her car... dead battery. To make matters "worse," she didn't have a phone; I could have called one of my cab driver buddies to pick me up but I knew given where she lived, the closest pay phone was literally a couple of miles away.

Shit. I could have stayed with her - it wouldn't have been the first time - but I had volunteered to do a double shift, which meant coming in very early and, well, I had to get home - weird moment. Anyway, I decided to hike to the pay phone, get someone to pick me up, no big deal. I said my goodbyes to her and started walking, thinking about being able to fuck such a woman; I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear a car coming and then rolling up alongside me and it startled me when the driver rolled down the window and kinda yelled, "Yo, man - you need a ride?"

It was kinda chilly and while I wasn't fond of accepting rides from strangers, I wasn't that worried about protecting myself so I told him I could use a ride to the pay phone a mile or so down the road. Once in his car, he told me where he was going and I learned that he lived just a few blocks from my place so when he offered to drop me off at his place, I was good with it, figuring - as he did - I could easily get home from there and more so since from where he stopped for me, I was just about five miles from home.[/SIZE][/FONT]

This happened many years ago, when my ex-wife and I were in our first year of dating. We had been dating for about 9 months, and things were getting a little more serious, Michelle wanted marriage, commitment, and I wanted a little time before we took such a serious step. I was very attracted to her, she was about five foot four, 110 lb to 120 lb. She had an athletic body, from years of Dance and Athletics. She looked very serious until she smiled, she would go from looking cold, and untouchable to warm and flirtatious.
She had very nicely shaped medium-sized breasts, and really beautiful large pink nipples that were very very sensitive . I could kiss and caress them all night long. She had a nice sized firm ass, along with nicely shaped hips. She had a beautiful thick bush, that would pop out of her panties. Her pussy was small, very wet, very warm, and very welcoming. I loved her taste and her smell. She used to love me exploring her whole pussy with my tongue, and doing the same with her sweet booty. She was very tight, but I never got the sense I was able to reach the end of her pussy. This drove both of us crazy at times, we tried every position possible but to no avail.


We were out having dinner, and she seemed distracted and nervous. It was hard to engage her in any conversation, she was very serious through most of our meal. She then told me she had somethin to tell me, and that she was very nervous and afraid of how I may react.
She had been friendly with one of my friends Stanley. Stanley was tall, blond decent-looking, with a nice body. He also had a nice size bulge. I never really sensed anything between him and her, they just seem like buds. She confessed that she had been very attracted to him, but mostly kept her distance from him. She then told me that against her better judgement she had visited him at his house. She said he had made a pass at her, he had started kissing her neck, and while kissing her neck he put his hands down her shirt and was caressing her breasts and nipples, and she could feel his hard cock against her ass, she said she could smell her own arousal,, she confessed that she felt his cock through his pants , she said she was taken back by his size. She told me they did this for quite a while
I was shocked,, I felt as I had been kicked in the stomach, but at the same time I felt very aroused, I felt my cock getting rock hard as she told me this, it was one of the most confusing moments of my life. The woman I loved was telling me about getting felt up by one of my friends, and I felt like I was about to cum. She said she knew she had to stop seeing him completely, but went over his house again when he called her. He told her he wanted to taste her and be inside of her, she said she was so turned on that her panties were completely soaked, she said it was like she was in heat, and her pussy ached for him. She said when she got to his door he grabbed her, and brought her right into the bedroom where he tore off her clothes. She said his cock was beautiful, she grabbed it and started sucking it, she said he started to eat her, and they both came in each other's mouths. They then professed their love for each other.
I'm listening to this, and I am in total Heat. I kept asking myself what is wrong with me, again listening to the woman I love tell how my friend came in her mouth, and I'm ready to cum myself. She then told me that she opened up her legs, and he slowly entered her. She said it was a little uncomfortable because he was thicker than what she was used to. She then confessed that she had a very strong vaginal orgasm with him, which left her completely spent, she never had one with me. She told me that she had a very long pussy 7 + inch long, and Stanley had a very long cock, and hit a spot deep inside of her. So now I'm feeling humiliated and more aroused I ever had been in my life. She said she didn't have him use a condom because she wanted to feel his cum deep inside of her. I was wishing I had been there to clean her out after he came in her. She told me that she had been walking around in a sex induced Haze. She said she had become aware that she was in heat, not in love.


She said she knew what she did was completely wrong, and was hoping that I could forgive her. I asked her point-blank how would she be able to deal with not having vaginal orgasms with me, as my five inch cock would never be able to reach the end of her pussy. She adamantly said that she would be glad to give that up if we could be together. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to keep fucking him, but I didn't have the nerve, and my reaction to all this was really freaking me out. We did stay together for quite a few years, and as far as I know she never cheated again. But I can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking of that while we were married. When I was inside of her I would think of how it feel for her when he was inside of her. Even though it was sick and wrong I always hoped she would cheat on me again, and have to confess it all over. Little did I know this desire would never go away. I always felt guilty that she wasn't able to enjoy that intense vaginal orgasm, maybe I was being selfish?

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]That guy with the 13"? Yeah... I did measure him because I didn't believe him... and I'll admit to be quite afraid just thinking about it going in my ass. Sucking him was challenging but while he had the length, he didn't have much in the way of girth and even as I sucked him, the thing that occupied my thoughts was that at some point, he's gonna try to get that dick in my ass. I could have said that I changed my mind about being fucked but, in some ways, it was a matter of honor to me; I agreed to be fucked by him because I wanted to be fucked and while seeing the size of his dick when he got it out had me thinking twice about that, I did agree to it.

The difference was that he took great care getting it all in me; it was... uncomfortable but not all that painful and, yeah, one he started fucking me, it was a serious rush to feel all of that dick going in and out of me and doing a number on my prostate. He took his time - he was in no hurry and he even kept saying that he didn't want to hurt me in any way and, honestly, he didn't. I had to admit that when he pushed all of that dick in me and busted, wow - never felt it that deep inside me before! When he pulled out, shit - it felt like it was taking forever for it to get out of me and what surprised me was that I expected to have my hole gaped very wide open and so much I could feel a breeze... and that wasn't the case at all. I was stoked: I took the longest dick I've ever personally seen and survived it and he fucked me damned good with it!

The funny part was when it was his turn to be fucked. My eight inches looked puny next to his dick and I had more girth... and I wish you could have seen and heard him acting like a girl as I eased the head of my dick in his ass... and muttering, "Too big... it's too big..." Really dude? I even laughed when I heard him saying that. He was squirming under me, using his hands to keep me from going deeper in him - it was fucking hilarious to see him acting like this... and I barely had half of my dick in him and I had no intentions on getting anymore of me in him given how he was behaving.

It's not how big the dick is that matters; it's how it used.[/SIZE][/FONT]