I was driving down the road of that old lonesome town. There really was barely a soul around. It was a place called Putaville which the birds named penis and clitoris after their residents’ morning cries. Along the road trekked a lonely looking soul and I said hop in as I had some sort of goal. It was the poor part of Putaville town and maybe he was servicing it… He called himself something which made lots of sense, as it was the name of an aboriginal whose fame was immense. I cannot name this person or his eminent forebear even though they were not related. He was handsome and intelligent and I said let’s have a bite, so we went to the snack bar this stupid, dumb white. I wanted to show him that he was allowed in that up-market snack bar during this time of day when there were only Indians serving their owner master. He didn’t feel at home in that new restaurant as he fidgeted over the food he didn’t want. He had cautiously entered in the first place. We then had a smoke out beside the shore as I tried to interest in that I wasn’t a bore…. Which I really was from years of social isolation and a body and looks to match.We hopped in the car again and drove out of sight, I don’t know what I had picked up or if he held spite. Was he a criminal? Or was a good judge of character? We were easy in each other’s company.
And he told me he would come with me to my place. He was about my age.
He drank from the lemonade bottle I bought him and kept the gourmet sandwich which was half eaten in his lap. We went back to my place where there was beer and some wine and sat in the lounge room and every thing was fine. He talked of the football and swigged on our beers. How long had it been since I’d done it seemed too many years. We joked about doing something which most men wouldn’t like and so I asked him to pull it out his black fleshy spike. He unzipped his jeans and pulled the thing out and there it was, his black fella fully formed no doubt. It wasn’t quite hard as he let me take stock, I felt not at all like a ‘poofter’ in a pink frilly frock. No bullshit I grabbed it and pulled back the skin and studied the pink white glans which was worn out with sin.
“If you look into the folds of the flesh, you can see some imaginary scar,” I said and briefly studied this almost invisible fold. Even the uncut can seem cut, I thought! The folds of the flesh or the the folds of the vagina too, some Sigmund Freud quote…
Strange it may be to touch another cock, it beats pulling off into a dirty odd sock. I spat on my hand and encircled his skin, wanking him harder and then tenderly as he gave me a grin. He was hard as he pulled out his balls and there was a grey hair as I broke all the rules. I pulled out the hair to show him some love and he was not angry thank heaven above… He didn’t even flinch and laughed at the hair in my fingers… I pulled down my pants and said ‘come check this out’, and he didn’t flinch a bit as my cock hung right out.
“I’m done,” I said about the fact we were both about the same length.
“Yeah that’s a nice one you’ve got there” he said kind of who cares?
I felt his fingers and his gaze upon my ring, and after a moment he thought it the real thing. I was already hard as he then took his seat and I massaged him hard again with spit I did greet. I put my lips around that kind of pearly knob and tobacco juice I could taste in a bad head job. I was no good at it but the taste was kind of nice; tobacco, spit and cock with sweat was this our own price? It wasn’t like calamari and yet it wasn’t quite tender, that glans of the black fella I had during this bender. We really weren’t drunk, just fooling around and he then sucked me off a little not quite to the ground. I nearly did come as his hand caressed my dick, but there was no way we’d kiss as I’d probably be sick. Who knows? It was company. And we both didn’t come.
And that’s how it was that first date of mine and we went out the back for some tawny port wine. He watched as I pulled off over the floor, with plenty of cum spilt on the floor.
And so I am left tow wonder of this fellow called him, his good looking cock and face not so grim. He was a friend of mine when no other would be, just because we or I had sex with someone a he. Was he a Bronski who couldn’t care less? Probably so but there was no duress.
On the second date it came as the postman rings twice. Was it the same person as this one was also black and nice. I’d forgotten our first time and even the spice. Tobacco juice legend in my mind as initiation, to an underground world which had come to fruition. I hadn’t thought of this man in between days perhaps, so busy I was with day to day craps. I opened the door and he leaned against the frame as he waved his hair and spoke with a boyish refrain.
“How are you?
“Yeah fine come in. You want a drink?”
“I brought some.”
I ushered him in as he brought some more wine. And we spoke some more about having a spine. We roughhoused to the bedroom in an un-tender embrace. Like two rough teenagers unable to face, the fact that we wanted it some way or another – What would be the look on the face of my mother? Fuck that I thought I like this beautiful cunt, and he seemed to like me since I was a cunt. Two fucking cunts together in bed listening to rap music and naked instead. My cock was hard and he sucked it real good, so I did it back just as you would. I went down on him and pulled his foreskin back, that fucking amazing glans did he really pack. Still the tobacco juice did linger on my tongue, I waited while he pulled me so I wouldn’t come. Vaseline?
‘Fuck yeah’’ he said and we wondered as fuck. He could put his cock in me since I continued to suck. Suck as a person, cunt that I am, there was no condom let alone a diaphragm. Black and white no natural yet men none the less. You want to fuck me? Well fucking I guess!
HIs cock was hard as I turned on my front, bored with the rest of it let’s fuck that’s all she wrote. A jar of vaseline somewhere nearby, we were somehow in love, I tell you no lie. But in reality that’s not really so, since it was some ancient primal lust that make us sink low. Is it sinking low to take on a pose, of a woman taking anal well just fucking suppose. I’d never done it this ‘horrible’ crime, I find anal abhorrent especially mine. I wouldn’t bugger women call it some-thing, now it was my turn to give up my ring. So he got up on top of me and the wall and pillow I faced, I was about to find initiation or disgrace that’s misplaced.
He put in his cock and I felt it enter almost quick, his cock was harder than my sad prick. I went with it though and pushed against the wall. My arse pressing against his cock it was all kind of cool. It didn’t really matter just go with it I thought and have fun, fuck the black spot and my sad white buns.
I thought of the actresses that I would like to be, in this make believe reality of not watching tee vee. The only actress I could think of was Chloe Grace Moritz and both of us laughed or was I alone on this set? Over and over I said her name until the buck came and went as a part of this game. We rocked on the bed together yet forever separate. He had come or hadn’t he, it didn’t really matter since he invited me after a break to do the same patter. He turned himself over and invited me in, I hadn’t come after this arse fuck of sin. Sitting at half mast, I stroked myself hard but when it came to the moment I could find the card.
“I can’t do it,” I said.
“Why?”
“I think it’s because I respect you too much. Do you know it’s the first time I was fucked by a man. I was a virgin.” And I smiled. We both smiled and he sucked me and used his teeth to scrape my glans in some sort of initiation. They were like a snake bite.
So that the fuck was that. I got fucked and couldn’t bring up the courage to fuck the guy back. I didn’t bleed from the arsehole like some buggers get off on, but fuck yeah I liked the experience and it was mind-blowing to lose your virginity to a full blooded aboriginal … that’s if that banana I fell in love with in my early twenties doesn’t count.
‘Knock knock’ as my friend departs rather hurriedly.
The bloody mental health group turns up and I they start acting like they own the place. I don’t know I had just been fucked and then they start treating me like a piece of meat. They were bleeding money off me like some leeches and I had to sit down and listen to them want more and more and more… I was growing in anger as the young man and his supervisor looked around and I thought they wanted to buy the place in a fire sale once I had been sent broke. They started to leave and then in a moment a flash of anger crossed my mind and I chased them across the yard… They were in their cars…. Racing this time! … I went to tear off a side view mirror and then picked up a piece of gravel and then took it to the car and scratched it several times as it drove off… Boy did I lose it!!! As a result the police carted my off to hospital… It was quite a nice day.
He was a friend with a black fella in his pants and yet a gentle viper … and I wish he were here, he taught me about tobacco juice and not living in fear. Black and white foreskins cut and uncut, together forever just call me a white slut.
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