I felt his eyes go right through me
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By Kevin McLean
“The day I was born I cried while the whole world laughed…I hope the day I die I will smile and laugh while some people, many people, the whole world will cry” -Unknown
I turned around and I saw him. He looked smack into my eyes and it went through my soul and beyond. The penetrating eyes was a presage of more penetrations, as if the look he gave me alone would not have made me drop my pants right there in the middle of that bar and have him fuck me.
There was something to him, something almost forbidden, something so lustful and sinful that you want it him even more. The color of his skin was no help either. It was a kind of black I had never seen before. It wasn’t like black with that bluish tint, nor was it like that light café au lait type. It was almost charcoal gray and it didn’t have any shine, it was smooth and flawless, not one single aspect that would mar his appearance in a word: it was formidable. The only superfluous adornment seemed to be a beard and moustache that was there and was not, probably the result of not shaving for 5 or six days.
The eyes were the color of amber, beautiful and large, expressive and mysterious and as I said before with the capacity to go through your soul. There was no pretense here, the guy was genuine and he expected the same from me. He looked at me up and down and then a slight hint of a smile appeared on his face.
“Hi, my name if Joey”
“I’m Kevin”
“Can I take you home and fuck you?”
That is the first time anybody has ever been that direct, at least in a social situation. At the baths or in tearooms, names are superfluous as anonymous sex is the norm; but in a bar there is usually some conversation; banal and meaningless as it might be, not one person skips the preliminaries; but Joey did.
“I think you know what the answer was going to be even before you asked” Was my response.
So he said to follow him in his car.
We left the “Ozone” in South Miami and got to the black section of Coconut Grove where he lived in a wooden cottage type house that was surrounded by tropical vegetation. It was a very large lot and just a block away from the Main Highway. He told me the house had been his parents and they had passed away. Now he was looking at almost a three quarters of a million dollar in value and had already a couple of offers.
The house was actually leaning because it was still wearing the effects of the 1926 hurricane and he said that there wasn’t a single wall that was plumb or straight. Speaking of straight, Joey was straight looking and acting. If I had met him in another environment I never would have him pegged as gay.
What a beautiful man he was.
Joey was a combination of all the things I like in a man. First and foremost were his eyes, then the color of his skin, the intoxicating masculine scent, the well built, firm, fit as shit body, there was of course the mischievious smile and there were curly hair armpits and a cock that was incredibly beautiful, uncut and very large.
He had me take off my clothes in the living room and we went to a small guest room to the left. I never saw the upstairs but once in that little room, he devoured me. He was eating my flesh, almost. He was biting and licking and it rendered me limp like a rag doll. I was his, and he could do anything he wanted.
He bit my nipples, sucked on my neck giving me three or four hickies. Then Joey just kissed my mouth and invaded every inch of that cavity. He followed this by abruptly turning me around and going after my ass. He did so with the determination that he was going to consume me, he got his mouth to do wonderful things to my man pussy. I didn’t know which way was up or which way down. I had no concept of self nor did I care. I surrendered completely and then I felt his member penetrating my boy pussy as thorough as his eyes penetrated my soul.
Joey was satisfying me and filling me with so much lust that I was having an anal orgasm, followed almost immediately by an aborted orgasm in the front, which Joey, so expertly made it stop as he pulled out of my ass and my orgasm was delayed. He repeated the process but now Joey was bending over and sucking me at the same time he was fucking my ass. Again I came within seconds of shooting my wad.
“ah, ah, shit Joey, I’m really gonna cum this time” But again he pulled out just at the last second. It was incredible how well synchronized his timing for pulling out was. Then he was getting hot and so was I and in one triumphant final simultaneous orgasm we both shot our wad, only Joey did something I had never had done before…he pressed very hard underneath my cock, just above the testicles and the orgasm never came out, instead it lingered and it built up pressure. When he took off the fingers and let go I shot a wad that actually hit the ceiling with so much force and abundance that I count it as one of my most memorable orgasm.
Joey asked for my phone number and he never called.
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