Happy Camper

I love black bodies and cocks. Something real special
about them. Maybe lots of things. The sizes are
legendary. Muscular, wiry-haired bodies - underarms,
chests, bellies, pubes, buttcracks. Loads of hot,
creamy cum.

I was watching a vid about a white guy in a fuck club
with five black guys. I envied him so. Got so horned up
I decided I had to go get me some right now, this
night. I had heard of an all-black club - a bar - in
the rural countryside and determined to go find it.
That was not much of a problem.

It was the only building on a lonely stretch of road
near the coast. Nothing elaborate, just a wooden
building with a big, gravel, sand and shell parking
lot. No exterior lights, shaded windows. I parked my
van at the end of a row of other vehicles.

Went into the club and straight to the bar like it was
home. The club was busy. About a dozen guys, three hot
looking women. A small elevated dance floor with a
couple of poles at each end. A honey, naked as the day
she was born was doing her stuff to one of the poles,
then across the floor in many postures, lots of hand
touching of herself, to the other pole, to the edge of
the stage, back, all around to the beat of the music.

I noticed right away most of the guys were ignoring
her. The club women weren't getting much attention
either. One was at the bar between a couple of guys,
obviously pumping them for drinks and offering her
wares. The other two were at tables; one sitting with
three guys, the other with two guys.

The bar served only beer and mixers for BYOB customers.
Several bottles were in view - brandy, some flavored,
gin, vodka, whiskey. I perched on a bar stool with one
on either side of me and ordered a Bud. As I drank my
beer I turned to watch the dancer, my legs apart,
package on display, lips and tongue working the head of
the beer bottle.

Didn't take long. A middle-aged guy came to the bar on
my left hand side as I faced the center of the room,
still watching the dancer. He stood beside the stool,
close to me, close enough I could smell his nice
cologne. He leaned on the bar and ordered a Sprite
(tm). When the glass of ice and bottle of Sprite was
served, he poured two fingers of vodka into the glass
and topped it off with the bubbly, clear soda. Took a
drink, then turned to me.

"You looking for some pussy, man?" he asked. "Like that
black girl?"

Smiling at him, I answered, "No sir, not, but she is
okay."

"Whaddaya want then, man?" he grinned back at me. "We
don't get white dudes in here much."

"Well, I guess a good answer is, I want what the ladies
in here want," I answered.

"Alright," he said. "You ain't no more subtle than me.
Let me buy you a drink." Without waiting for my answer,
he ordered another set up - a glass with ice and a
Sprite. The bartender brought it over. My benefactor
poured the two fingers of vodka from his bottle. I
added the Sprite and took a swallow.

He let his hairy arm brush against my arm between us.
"I ain't got much time, man. I got a bitchy wife at
home, her mother and a houseful of k**s. You wanna get
what you came to get now?"

"Sure," I said.

"So let's go to the john," he suggested, dr****g his
arm around my shoulder.

"I have a better idea," I countered, "let's go outside
to the parking lot. I have a van with a mattress in the
back."

We gulped down our drinks, sat the glasses on the bar.
I got off the stool, picked up my bottle of beer. We
walked out his arm around my waist. Everyone appeared
to be going on about their business or pleasure, but
they were looking, trying not to be obvious about it.

**** 2 ****

At my van on the end of the row in the dark parking
lot, I sat my beer on the top of the van near the lift
up back door. We dropped trou' pulling them off over
our loafers, sockless. Neither of us was wearing
underwear. Even in the dark I could see his black meat
was just what I wanted. It hung half way to his knees,
thick, a big, well-defined, circumcised head.

Our trousers held in one hand, his and mine, I reached,
grasped his cock and felt its circumference. Yes, this
is what I wanted, as my hand felt his hairy ballsack,
the big nuts in his wrinkly pouch. His cock slit was
leaking slimy pre-cum already. I stroked his shaft
milking out his pre-juice, smearing it over his knob
and down his veiny stalk. He spread his legs, taking a
wider stance.

"Unh huh unh," he cleared his throat. "What you want to
do?" he asked.

Explicit, I answered, "I want to kiss, lick, suck your
nipples; lick your belly; tongue your navel; kiss,
lick, suck your big cock; mouth your balls. I want you
to fuck me, cum in my mouth."

"Well we ain't doin' it out here in the open," he said,
as I continued sliding my hand up and down his
stiffening pole glistening with his slick, still
flowing juice.

"I know," I said, and let go of his hardening tool. I
opened the lift door, threw my trousers inside the back
of the van and crawled in onto the mattress giving him
a good view of what he would soon be fucking. I rolled
onto my back watching him.

He got into the van. His cock no longer dangled. It
stuck out upright, his balls hanging. He lay beside me
and put an arm over me, his cock pressed against the
side of my leg. He lifted a leg over both of mine,
shifting his wet cock to the top of my leg, brushing
against my hard and pre-cum wet dick. Much to my
surprise he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek,
searching for my mouth. I kissed him on the lips, took
his tongue inside my mouth, gave him my tongue. He
grasped my cock, stroked it. I did his. We kissed,
stroked for several minutes.

He nuzzled my neck with his mouth, us still stroking,
fondling nuts. Kissing, stroking, fondling nuts,
nuzzling necks. I realized he was not going to just
fuck my mouth and ass. We were making love, hot, sweet,
sensuous, tingly, mind-bending love.

He kissed one of my nipples, licked it, sucked on it,
went to the other one. Kissed, licked down my chest to
my stomach, stroking me still as I stroked him, and he
tweaked a wet nipple, rolled it between his thick thumb
and forefinger, the other. Tongued my navel. I was
breathing hard, humping up and down, gasping, trembling
it felt so good.

He kissed my cockhead, right on the slit, tongued off
the flowing pre-cum, took the crown in his mouth,
licked and sucked; went right down to my pubes on my
6.5" hard, throbbing cock, massaged my balls. He worked
his head up and down. I moved with his mouth, humping
my hips up and down.

"Oh, oooh, unh, oooooh, I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

He squeezed my nuts gently but firmly, slurped up my
cock and let it snap back against my belly with a wet
smack.

"Unh uh, no, not yet, baby," he said in his deep,
gravelly voice. "Later. My turn now."

He lay back beside me. "Get over on me and do me. Do
what you said you wanted. Make me feel good. Get me
ready to take your sweet ass."

An invitation to worship his strong, muscular, black,
wiry-haired body, his big cock, balls. Like I needed
it. I rolled to him, kissed him on the mouth, tasting
me on his lips and tongue when he slid it along my
tongue, swabbed the inside of my mouth. Stroking his
cock, feeling his balls, I went down over his neck to a
nipple. Kissed, licked, sucked it, the other one, back
and forth, in between them on his chest hair.

I kissed, licked down his body to his navel, had to
move his long, wet, hard cock to the side. Tongued his
navel for a while. Worked my tongue down his treasure
trail into his wiry pubes, licked the pre-cum drooling
from his cockslit, tasted it, kissed his helmet,
wrapped it in my lips, tongued more pre from his wide
cock eye, gently fondling his balls, brushing a
fingertip on his perineum, pushing more pre-cum up his
long shaft over my lips, onto my tongue, slurping it.

I worked my lips down his slimy rod inch by inch,
writhing my tongue on the thick-vein along the
underside of his hard cock to take more in my mouth.
The bulbous head touched my throat entrance. I felt
with my fingers at the base of his shaft. There was
still at least two, maybe three inches beyond my
tightly clasping lips. I milked his pre-cum onto my
tongue, into my throat, but I could get no more of his
long, thick cock deeper into my throat.

We were at my cock limit in my mouth. Still massaging
his big nuts in their wiry-haired sack, feeling his
nipples, rubbing his chest, rippling muscular stomach,
I clasped my lips tight, concaved my face cheeks and
slid my mouth up his shaft until only the head was
between my lips, his slit feeding me more of his slick,
lubricating, tasty juice. Hands, mouth working slowly,
lovingly I sucked his big cock.

He put his big hands gently on the sides of my head,
face and rocked slowly up and down with my mouth
movements. We were fucking his cock, my face together.
I was loving the feelings, tastes, sounds, smells. Hard
cock, veiny, slimy pre-cum, wiry hair, big but gentle
hands on me, tasty juice, slurping squishing, cum odor,
crotch musk, our mingled sweat.


**** 3 ****

I reached into the glove box along the side wall of the
van, fished out a bottle of Astroglide(tm), and my amyl
nitrate poppers from Canada - the good stuff. Still
sucking his cock, feeling him with one hand, I gave him
the bottle of Astroglide. He lubed his fingers with it.
I kept sucking, sweat dripping off the end of my nose,
face, chin, sweat sheened on both our bodies.

I positioned myself, legs open wide, his cock rotated
in my mouth as I sucked, sucked, bobbed my head up and
down. He slid his middle finger up and down my
asscrack, lubing it. He pressed with his fingertip. I
opened the bottle of poppers and took a hit in each
nostril, concentrated on relaxing, letting his finger
into me. In it went, slowly past my sphincter, pause,
deeper, deeper. His hand pressed to my splayed open
crack, finger as far as it would go up in me.

He wriggled his finger, opening me more. He pressed the
tip on my prostate. I felt like I was pissing, exuded
so much pre-cum it stringed to the mattress on the
floor of the van. I moaned.

"Oh, yeah, baby, moan on that big cock," he grumbled.
"Feels so good," he praised me. He pressed again,
another string of pre-cum, again, again, again.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," deep in my throat. Pre-cum
flowing, steady, cockhead tingling, dick lurching up
and down, throbbing, throwing the strings of pre-cum
back and forth.

"Oh shit!" I mumbled with his cock in my mouth.

"You ain't shittin' honey," he said, "it's going the
other way in that ass now."

He eased his finger back, slid his index finger with
his middle finger.

"Oh, oooh, yeah," I breathed thickly mumbling again
filled with his long, fat cock.

"Umnh huh," he agreed. "Talk to it. Talk on it."

"Fuckth," I gurgled, slimy pre-cum, saliva dripping
from my mouth onto his cock and pubes.

"Yeah, more," he urged me, now with three fingers -
middle, index and ring - sliding back and forth in my
opening hole, spreading me.

"Hmmmnnh," I hummed on his cock.

"Oooh, unnngh, the best," he grunted. His cock
thickened, lengthened, throbbed in my mouth, a blob of
creamy, thick cum shot onto my tongue, coated the back
of my throat.

He pulled his cock out quickly, leaving my mouth empty
except for the wad of cum gurgling in my throat. I
hacked it up onto my tongue, tasted it, opened my mouth
showing it to him, then swallowed deeply relishing the
taste, feel of the oyster sliding down my throat.

"Umnh," he moaned, "that was close. We gotta fuck now."

"Oh yeah, how do you want me?" I asked.

"On your back, baby, legs up and wide. I want to watch
your face as I put it in your pussy hole," he
instructed me.

I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs, lifted
them, bent my thighs back, and opened my cheeks with
both hands, breathing slowly.

"Just put the head on my hole," I pleaded. "Let me get
ready for it, then when I say, go slow. You are so
big."

He sat between my legs grinning down at me. "This is
gonna be so good," he said. "I know you got a good,
tight cunt for me. So tight on my fingers, all of them
as you opened some."

He fumbled around some for his trousers as I lay there
fully exposed to him. I rubbed my lube slick, crinkly
assfolds, watching him. His hand came out of his pants
pocket with a condom - a magnum. He ripped open the
foil, tossed it aside, checked the latex ring for the
right direction of roll, capped his mushroom crown with
the rubber, and worked it down his shaft.

He seated the end of the roll against his wiry-haired
cock base, stretched out the reservoir nipple end to be
sure it was at max for reception of his cumload. He
squirted a big string of the Astroglide onto the top of
his rubber-covered cunt-pleaser and a handful into his
cupped palm. He massaged the lube all around his shaft,
then smeared the excess into my crack, concentrating on
my crinkled asshole.

He slid his slick middle finger into me, checking to
see if I had closed too much. He wriggled the finger
around, prepping me for his monster cock. It looked
even bigger to me now. The cock I had just sucked, the
cock that had just fucked my mouth, gave me just a
sample of the cum he was going to deliver to me - his
baby-making batter.

I trembled in anticipation more than reluctance, fear
or any other emotion other than the love of a big black
cock fucking my ass. He eased his finger out of me.

"Ready, baby?" he asked.

"Umnh huh," I agreed, "but just put the head against
me. Let me tell you when to put it in."

"Ok," he grunted smiling down at me. He guided his
thick knob to my hole.

I let my asscheeks close on it, held it there. I took
double hits on the poppers, each nostril.

He took the bottle and did hits too, his cock still
wedged right at my pussy door.

I did two more popper hits, capped the bottle and laid
it on the mattress.

"Ok, now," I said.

"Now?" he asked.

"Now," I said.

"Now?"

"Now, please."

I shifted my hips, rocked them, lifted them and seated
myself on my spine, ready.

He pushed forward.

"Unnngh," I grunted."

"Aaaaaah," he moaned.

"Unh, ah, aaah, oh yeah," I agreed.

The knob was in me. My hole was breached.

He put a hand on my chest, the other on one of my
buttcheeks.

I rocked just a bit, up, down, side to side, up, down.

His long, fat cock slid right up into me, the thick
head making way for his big shaft.

"Unnnnh, unnnh, ungh," I grunted.

"Okay, baby?" he asked, pausing, resting over me,
taking my cock in his hand and stroking it slowly.

"Okay," I grunted.

"More?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

He smiled and pushed.

"Umnh, honey," he said, "what tight, good pussy."

"Aaaaaah," I breathed, smiling up at him. "Fuck me.
Fuck my slutty cunt. Fuck it good."

He pulled back slowly, pushed in, back, in, back, in,
with each stroke more of his long cock went into me,
deeper, deeper, the head rubbing over my prostrate, my
pre-cum flowing again. He stroked my cock, leaned over
and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth to take
his tongue, give him my tongue.

He bottomed out, his wiry pubes pressed against my
ballsack, his balls resting in the crack of my lube-
slick ass.

"Oh, sweetie, you took it all," he said. "My tight ass
bitch can't even do that in her sloppy twat or up her
ass, and she won't suck me at all.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," I pleaded, humping my hips up and
down. "Fuck me good, hard with your big black cock.
Make me your bitch, slut, whore."

Like he needed an invitation at that point. He started
sliding his cock back and forth in me. I rocked my hips
up and down to meet his increasing thrusts.

He stroked my cock. Kissed me, sucked my titties.
Fucked me. We fucked together.

I started cumming through his stroking fist onto my
belly. My ass clenched and relaxed, clenched and
relaxed on his pistoning cock.

His cock thickened, lengthened, throbbed, jerked. I
could feel the cum filling the rubber, the heat of it,
heard the squishiness, felt and smelled our sweat
together as I moaned and writhed, begged him to fuck me
more.

Thrust, pump, jerk back, thrust. He slammed into my
pussy, jetting out more wads of cum with each drive to
the hilt up my twat.

He let down on top of me, his long, fat cock still up
me, all the way, throbbing, flexing.

"Ummmmmnh, oh yeah, so good," I moaned. "Pull it out,
let me suck you, taste your cum, clean your beautiful
cock."

"Squish, plop," his cock slid from my hole. My cunt
stayed open, gaping. Some juices ran into the crack of
my ass onto the mattress.

He got up on me, sat his big butt on my chest, peeled
off the full condom, and fed me his cock. I kissed,
licked, sucked it, cleaning him, tasting his cum.

Rolling his cock out of my mouth with a hand, I grinned
at him, his cum coating my lips, chin, tongue, and
said, "I want it all. I love your cum."

He laughed, upended the rubber as I held my tongue out
like a little bird being fed by the mother or father
bird. He poured the cum out of the rubber into my
mouth. I took all of it, rolled it around on my tongue,
tasting it, chewed on it, swallowed some.

Opened my mouth, showed him the white elixir on my
tongue, closed my mouth and swallowed, once, twice,
three times, gulping his sweet jism into my stomach.
Licked my lips. He leaned over and kissed me on the
mouth, tasting the remnants of his cum, swapping spit
with me, so I could have another taste too.

"Sorry, baby, but I gotta go," he said.

"Okay," I said. "We can meet again, yes?" I asked
almost begging, pleading.

"Sure honey, you got one fine mouth and ass. I love
fucking you."

We got out of the van. Put our trousers back on. I took
a swallow of the beer, offered the bottle to him. He
took a swallow and passed it back.

We walked back into the club arms around each others
waist, flushed, fresh-fucked, grinning, happy, my ass
still gaping, the taste of cum in my mouth, smell on my
breath, licking my lips.
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2 years ago
Great story! Made me wish for the real thing and not just my wife's Black dildo.
3 years ago
woooow hot man really hot