Jamal Seeds My Hole

I would like to welcome Marcus to my blog. He has his own blog dedicated to men but wanted to share his hot stories here with all of us. He will be another contributor along with MM.

Marcus is a 42 year old, white male, 5'10, 194 lbs. of solid muscle. Chest 44", arms 17", quads 26" with a cum-hungry bubble butt. He keeps a demanding 5x/week gym schedule, and work outs with a trainer and nutritionist. He is all-natural (no 'roids or other shortcuts), and spends an equal amount of time on each body part.

Enjoy.

I live in New York City with my other half, but he doesn't keep me on a leash, so I get to play the field.

I only fuck around with black men. That's just my thing. I love taking raw black dick up my smooth white ass. Consequently, I spend a fair amount of my free time in Harlem. Now, I know when most people think of Harlem they have images of New York City from the 1970s, sort of like the borderline anarchy depicted in Taxi Driver. But that isn't today's Harlem. Today's Harlem is highly-gentrified and quite beautiful, with peaceful streets and beautiful brownstone row houses.

My fuck buddy Jamal lives in one of those brownstones. I met Jamal awhile back on Adam-4-Adam.

I have a profile on Adam-4-Adam, a pretty good website for meeting up other men. My profile there lists my preferences as follows:

MUSCULAR TOP MEN ONLY. PERSONAL FAVORITES:

-- BLACK MEN;

-- BEEFY, HAIRY MEN; and

-- UNCUT MUSCULAR MEN.

LIST IS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER.

This message is pretty clear, I think. The truth is, though, no one gets by the first criterion.

So, about two weeks ago an amazing black man wrote me a note looking to hook up. I checked out his profile, and my heart started to race a little bit. He was 6'1", 210 lbs., and had an amazing photo of an 11" horse-hung, uncut black cock. I had to meet him. We arranged to meet up at his place in Harlem after my Saturday afternoon training session with my trainer. When I arrived, I was blown away. This dude was even hotter in person than his pix (as is sometimes the case).

He lives in the basement of a brownstone in central Harlem. We chatted for a minute. He told me his name was Jamal, and that he was originally from Stockton, California. As we talked, he led me toward the back bedroom. He closed the door behind us, and grabbed hold of my arms, pressing his fat, pink lips against mine, prying open my mouth with his thick, wet tongue. My cock was hard as a rock, dripping cum onto my Calvins under my jeans. Jamal was the best kisser I had met in many months. We stood next to his bed for a while making out, and I undid his shorts and pulled down his jeans. Oh, fuck. Out fell his enormous (and I mean intimidatingly huge) black, uncut cock. I seriously couldn't get my fingers wrapped around the shaft. It's length and girth were simply more than I had ever seen before, and I have seen a lot of cock in my life.

Now, I love to suck dick. Not just suck on dick for a few minutes, but really suck cock until the man has to fight to hold back his ejaculation. I usually win that battle, and I was determined to win it with Jamal--even though he outweighed me by a good 20 lbs. I told him to just relax, lay back on the pillows, and open his thighs for me. Then I peeled back his foreskin and really start to work the head of his cock. Uncut men are very sensitive. And Jamal was no exception. There was no fucking way I could get his entire cock into my throat, so I concentrated on moving my tongue into his foreskin and really blowing his head. After about ten minutes, I could tell Jamal was really fighting to hold his load in. But I wanted it. Bad. So I just held him down with my left arm and worked.

When a man shoots his load, he shudders. Some shudder only a little, others more dramatically. Well, Jamal gave a slight shudder before he popped his nut. His cum was like ice cream, smooth and sweet. I milked his load and slid it down my throat.

As soon as Jamal emptied his nuts, Jamal's cock started soft. But I wasn't nearly done with him. Fuck, I'd taken his seed down my throat, but I needed a load up my ass. We spent the next 30 minutes shooting the shit, kissing a bit. I played with his enormous black ball sack. Jamal's eyes remained closed as I caressed the soft black skin of his scrotum with the tip of my tongue, inhaling as much of his black musky scent as I could.

Eventually, his cock was hard again but I was pretty intimidated by the size of his dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever had anywhere near my hole. I'm pretty selective about who I let fuck me, so my asshole is pretty tight. I was afraid that a fuck that day was not to be. I was afraid my hole was just too tight to get his beast between the pink lips of my ass. So, I whispered in his ear: "I don't think I can take it."

I'm pretty sure that wasn't the first time Jamal had heard that, or dealt with fear in his partner. When you've got a massive black cock measuring 11 inches, I suspect you get that a lot. Jamal knew exactly what to do. He didn't have to say a word. Jamal loves to rim a tight, pink, muscle hole, and he turned me over on my belly and went to town on mine.

Jamal has a gentle manner in bed, particularly for such a big, imposing man. As he worked his tongue up into my puss, the muscles relaxed and opened up to him. He turned me over again and dug his tongue into my throat. He spread my thighs wide and came to rest on top of me. When I felt the raw tip of his massive dick pass over my wet hole, I whispered to him: "Please fuck me." That was all it took. This time, his cock peeled open my sphincter and the head made its way into my hole. I could feel a slight burn as the muscles stretched to accommodate him. Jamal pushed in slowly, moving his cock into my ass gently but deliberately. I cupped my hands behind my head and showed him my hairy pits. When a man turns me on like that, I love to give him my pits while he fucks me.

Jamal finally got his entire cock inside me and we rested. To be honest, my hole is pretty tight and Jamal's cock was the biggest dick I have ever taken up my ass, so I need a moment or two to take him all the way. Once I got comfortable, he flipped me onto the bed and just layed his raw pipe deep. We bare fucked for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only about 45 minutes. He fucked me with slow, gentle strokes at first, but gradually increased the tempo. I could feel his raw cock sliding all the way up my hole, and all the way out, lubricated by nothing more than his copious precum.

I finally couldn't hold out another minute. I moaned into his ear to signal my need to bust my nut. He begged me to hold off a bit longer until his load was ready. I just layed back and splayed my thighs as wide as they would go. Jamal dumped his load up my hole at precisely the same time I popped my load onto my gut. I love to feel a man unload up my hole. Jamal slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, and we both watched sticky wads of cum drip from the tip of his cock like a spider's web.

We showered together, then laid back on the bed to listen to some music. An hour passed, and we both got hard again. My hole was too tender to take his monster cock for a second round, so we stroked for a while and then I sucked his foreskin deep down my throat. Jamal busted his nut again, and I drank it like a glass of milk. His cum is thick and tastes like nectar.

Needless to say, Jamal and I have decided to that we'll be meeting up in Harlem on a regular basis. I'll drop you a note the next time we do.

UPDATE: You can find Marcus's blog here.