Thanks Literotica!

I can't thank Literotica enough for giving me the opportunity to share what I love to do. I'm a horndog like the next man, and may not be the best writer, but I always aim to entertain. Some of my stories might be far-fetched, and some of them are based off real experiences: just not mine, per se. Blame my mind fed to my shell by divine right, and a nine inch cock attached to a huge pair of black balls that can't seem to stop refilling. You could attest this to Ray, a sweet, older white bear man from Burbank who introduced me to one of my favorite pastimes: having my balls worshipped by a bearded mouth.

"I'd suck the bumper off a Mack truck," read his Bigger City profile when I read it.

Al, the first in my timeline of male on male relationships, decided to have wandering eyes for more cock to blow, and I tried hard to remain monogamous when he decided to leave me to fend for myself sexually. The bed with the 60-something Mexican bear became cold despite our warm bodies beside each other, and so I found warmth in the plethora of older bears and chubs lurking for young and stiff black cock. Ray, who was old enough to be my father, was a six foot four, 350 to 360 lb. masculine, white bear, with a head full of curly gray hair, and thick goatee to match. His profile popped up and I read his advertisement, and this resulted in my message to him, wondering if I qualified for confirmation.

"Unlock those photos and let's take a look," said the retired locomotive engineer.

A week later I was driving from the house in East Los Angeles to Palos Verdes, and received my first ball sucking of which I stroked my cock while Ray's big mouth covered both big balls, and I screamed to the top of my lungs only five minutes into it as I came down his throat. What triggered the event was him rolling them simultaneously, and even brushing his tongue between the pair to trigger a sensation that ran through my body. That became a regular thing until I left California for Bahrain, and I would experience "an imposed drought" for a year, until I headed to Greece.

"I never had a black American before," Harry told me. "I love your face. Love your body. Love your cock."

My insistence of being with older, white men at the time led me to my Athenian lover, a Greek-bred retired banker with much to lose showing off the guy who would suck his tits every visit. Harry might've been someone I could've married, for the sex was great, but our natural chemistry together overshadowed the language/age barrier. Our first night we met was born from an online discussion on Manjam, a site in Greece used to find other men. He was incognito with his face at first, and just when I grew tired of his anonymous stance, he showed his face.

Harry, another masculine 50-something, had a twinkle in his eye, and the perfect smile to reveal when he shared the face pic. I fell in love with this man prematurely, and he felt the same as when he booked my flight from Chania to Athens, and we made passionate love the same night. He picked me up at the airport in his Mercedes sedan, donning designer shades and a perfect cologne to where he and I made out behind his tinted windows. I loved his lively tongue, and showed mine when he drove a few miles away from the airport to allow me to assault his tits. I nibbled, chewed, and sucked on the pair while he tried to drive, and got him so hot and bothered that he drove into the city, and parked behind an abandoned building to get on his knees to suck me. That was the prelude to he and I going to a hotel he booked, and stripping each other down until I had him face down, ass up while plowing his ass.

"I think I love you," he said after we finished.

He alleged no one "ever went as deep," and it showed as I had a couple of brown specs on the cock in the end. It was worth it, and we saw each other every other weekend, whether he flew to Chania, or stayed in Athens to get his insides rearranged. We both cried when the time came for me to head back to America, for I loved Greece, but loved Harry more. There were messages via WhatsApp here and there for a few months after, but then we simply dissipated as he needed to hide his past with me.

I had my whore events to include times with Jon and Nic, time with Charles The Chef, my relationship with Crazy Juan with the juicy butt, and of course, Howie, the love of my life for two years from Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.

In between those mentioned I had other adventures, to include getting fucked by fat, white mechanic, and a black judge, two men with over average dicks that reaffirmed my top status. I got on my knees and sucked some cock, but even more ate ass until the guy was begging to get fucked. Since 2018 I've been penning stories, but 2022 is when I made it to the Literotica scene, and I'm ever so grateful.

This is my 199th story, and a stopping point to focus on other avenues for writing erotica, and other genres. I put a pause on the handful of series I've written to get away from Writer's Block, but more so for my mental health as things have changed for me in recent years. I hope I never disappointed, and did the opposite to make you hard, or work over your lovers. I appreciate the feedback, the stars, all of it, and though I might not be a top tier writer here, just know I enjoyed putting together prose to harden your pricks.

Later!