Original Sin: On Demand 3.0

Author's Note: I often get comments from readers, through my direct e-mail listed in my Literotica Profile. Most do come from married white women, secretly interested in interracial sex, several from white lesbians who enjoy my white male characters loving Black cock. A smaller number have come from older white men, also attracted to my depictions of Black cock adoration. A smaller number still, are from readers making special requests, asking that I write an original story entirely around their fantasies, most involving interracial sex. The first reader-inspired story was Original Sin: On Demand 1.0 and 2.0, involving Black gang bang and impregnation, lesbian sex, and mother/son incest, and has already been published.

What I am offering today, is another fictional story inspired by the fantasies of a reader, an older white married gentleman, who I'll call Malcolm. Malcolm loves his wife, but their's has been a sexless marriage for many years. Quietly alone, Malcolm enjoys porn online, but he still hungers for a human connection. Online porn had allowed him to explore, and though straight for a lifetime, he is bi-curious. Malcolm thought about posting a personal online to pursue that deep curiosity, but that was a big and risky step, so he asked me to write story that might inspire him, or at very least from the reading of it--make his cock hard. I think that's sort of what Literotica is really all about.

Well your note inspired me Malcolm, a lot of the world lives in similar shoes, so this Original Sin: On Demand story, is for you.

Original Sin: On Remand 3.0

Malcolm Finds a Younger Black Man-Friend Online

Malcolm had already lived a great life, an abundant and physically active life, he had been an athlete running marathons in his prime, and he remained lean and fit just turning seventy. His business life, commuting from the Walnut Creek-area to San Francisco, had been creative and successful. His marriage had produced two sons, both well grown with kids of their own, and while they would come home to visit for holidays and such, all were scattered living their own lives.

His wife Margaret was more connected to them than Malcolm, especially since the death of their oldest grandson in a car accident. She seemed to get joy out of flying to see the grandkids more than ever, always with a neighborhood girlfriend, those two did most everything together, walking together every morning and even traveling abroad. Margaret had turned a corner in her life, dramatically more so since going through menopause and then the loss of a grandchild, seemingly living mostly through their son's families, and her ever-present girlfriend.

Though now retired and comfortable, that was a corner Malcolm did not want to turn, much as he loved her, the kids, and her girlfriend, though the two seemed inseparable. Sadly, despite a torrid beginning, Malcolm and Margaret's sexless marriage had become one of comfort and convenience, a truth that was no longer the subject of conversation or debate. Malcolm hungered to live his own life, enjoying sailing his boat moored on the Carquinez Strait, and wandering the neighborhood and shore with his Springer Spaniel George, but something huge was missing. Malcolm came to find sexual vitality and truth alone, feeling his cock hard and alive, mostly when in his upstairs den online. Sex was on his mind all the time, but like so many, sex had come to mean porn for Malcolm. His den and his boat were his refuge, and it just wasn't enough.

With his wife Margaret in Pennsylvania with her girlfriend, visiting a granddaughter just entering college, Malcolm began to draft his first ever adult personal. At any age it was a tough job, but at seventy, even more so. He knew it was a very competitive and vexing marketplace, a meat-market he felt, and difficult to navigate with any hope of success. He had to think about what qualities he had, that might make him interesting to someone whose qualities would also appeal to him. He felt truthfulness was a necessity, even while recognizing that he might not encounter truthfulness in return. Malcolm also knew that in being truthful, he risked much regarding his real identity, and the task ahead needed to both acknowledge his marriage, and that his search must remain a secret from his wife and family. That required discretion and trust, from a potential partner. Add to that challenge, in the adult personals world, photos ruled the day. He would need to use them in a way that told the truth, but didn't reveal his identity, and also reflected his taste and sensibilities, differentiating him from the crowd.

Much thought and many drafts later, Malcolm felt he had landed on a formula that represented the man he really was, and that being the truth of it, what began as an adult personal became a very deep and revealing essay. One, he figured, that only person's that would interest him, would even bother to read. If that person did take the time to understand Malcolm, and were to write back, that act of perseverance and thoughtfulness would mean a great deal.

Malcolm knew that what he wanted most was a man-friend, with whom he could explore his powerful bisexual feelings. It was what excited him most, the newness of it, and the understanding of his needs that could only come from another man wanting the same thing. Malcolm didn't want to make race or age an issue, the man could be Black or white, though the thought of sucking Black cock made him hard and was a constantly reoccurring truth. He also knew that a younger man, facing his own bisexual feelings, probably for the first time, would feel best. Though Malcolm would be equally inexperienced sexually, he loved the idea of being in the lead role, something of a mentor in a young man's life. In his early sexual life with his wife, and with women before his marriage, he had always been a dominant. Directing sexual play, was a core point of stimulation for Malcolm. With that clarity, the text of Malcolm's first ever adult personal emerged. Quite a process, filled with truths that would, he hoped, demand equal truthfulness, respect, and trust from an appropriate man-friend.

Next Malcolm tackled the photographic issue head on, and this part was easier for him, he was in great shape and only too happy to expose that truth honestly. He chose a totally exposed shot of himself from the neck down, facing the camera, iPhone on a stand with remote, his cock hanging semi-hard just from the drama of taking the revealing photo. Then two close-ups of his shaved cock and balls--one with his cock flaccid, one proudly erect, his mushroom shaped cock head looking ready to burst. The whole process was good man fun! He would promise a face shot, only when and if trust and mutual interest was established. He liked the simple elegance of the photos, and the joy he felt handling his own cock for the camera, hard because he felt he was revealing himself to a potential trusted partner. He had been an accomplished art director in a global ad agency professionally, this part of the challenge suited him well, especially when compared to the cluttered look of so many personals he had studied.

Everything done and ready to go, given the sheer length of his revealing essay, Malcolm chose a more succinct, to the point, headline; "Discreet Married Gentleman Seeking One Younger Trusted Man-Friend." There it was, he posted it that evening, watched it go live online, smoked a joint and jacked off feeling good about himself and his prospects. Job-one behind him, he had dinner, took his Springer Spaniel George out for a walk, and planned to go spend the next day tending to his Bristol thirty-one foot Herresshoff Sloop named Godot. Both dog and his sailboat, were passions of Malcolm's and George always loved heading over to the marina, and maybe a swim in the strait. The next day planned, as Malcolm returned to the house with George, he wondered if anyone had even noticed his personal, and his cock hardened in his pants at the thought, unlikely as that was. It had only been two hours.

Up stairs in his den, Malcolm logged in, there it was, one very lengthy response. Malcolm was honestly shocked and excited. The photos this young Black man posted were knock-down gorgeous, he could have been a model, and his letter to Malcolm read ...

"Dear Discreet Man-Friend, My name is River, my real name, my mother chose it and I've come to like it. I'm a twenty-eight year old bi-racial Black man, raised by my white mother, sadly I never knew my Black father. I have just come home from work, and saw your incredible post, quite a read, almost a dissertation. I read it in awe, and the famous words of Maya Angelou, 'When a man tells you who he is, believe him!' came to mind. Your words were dripping in truth, and I believe you. Please let me respond in kind."

The message from River continued...

"Like you, I value mutual respect, trust, and discretion above all else. Honestly, I've never found it. I've always felt alone in the world relationship-wise, never quite at ease with the women I have met, in turmoil about my own bisexual feelings, but afraid to express them. I am not gay, the lifestyle is unattractive to me, yet I don't seem to quite fit anywhere. Bisexual feelings and race, always an issue. I was raised by my white mother in Berkeley, a somewhat integrated community, but there are enclaves and mine was mostly white. After high school, I went first to Laney College in Oakland, but didn't fit in there either, I wasn't Black enough. I matriculated to UC Berkeley as an engineering student, and felt better in a more multi-racial setting, on-campus at least, profs and students. Still, I dated only white girls there, never felt fully accepted, engaged, or satisfied. After graduating and getting licensed as a Marine Engineer and Surveyor, I joined the Navy and moved all around the country, and the world, during a four year tour of duty as an EDO because of my engineering credentials. The Navy was another predominantly white world, and I was out of place, mostly alone. I didn't drink or carouse, that too made me an outsider in the Navy, though I will say that my professionalism as an engineer was respected. Now I'm building a business of my own in the Bay Area."

"My God, this handsome kid is a brain, a sensitive brain!" Malcolm exclaimed out loud to himself. "He's answered my personal point for point. River is for real!" Malcolm read on, as the twenty-eight year old River, continued his sharing...

"The bi-curious sexuality you describe so thoughtfully, and the fact the you would be my elder in that process, a mentor as you said, was wildly appealing. I never really had a dad, and don't expect that of you, but the age-wave between us is and has been an ongoing and never realized point of attraction. Perhaps I am naturally a submissive, or more likely that I want to be lead and directed, in an atmosphere of total trust, so your sexually dominant history with women excites me. I loved your photos, what a handsome, angular, and lean body you have. You have taken such care of yourself, and your shaved genitalia made my cock leap. I am equally lean and fit, once a swimmer and decent miler in college, five foot ten and a hundred and forty-five pounds. My body is hairless, genitals shaved, as you see from my photos. I am clean shaved, have short straight black hair, and am arguably handsome and always well groomed. Not fair, but I imagine you with a short cropped white beard, you sound so distinguished. I wouldn't call myself a BBC, like you've probably seen in porn, but I love my cock and hope you do too. I could see myself patiently servicing your white cock, with earnest adoration, and yes I'd die for you to do the same to me. I think I am as hungry to suck and serve a cock, an elder's cock, my mentor's cock, as I am hungry to be the subject of your adoration. Maybe more so. Finally, and sort of repeating myself, I have a deep hunger to be directed, led, to please my mentor, obeying his every command."

"Could I be this lucky?" Malcolm was transfixed reading these words, but wondering again out loud. "I couldn't have written a more ideal response myself. River is a dream find!" River's letter continued...

"I agree with your words, mutual respect and trust, that's the foundation, and discretion is an absolute. You are so brave to venture outside the expectations of your marriage and family, from your words, I wonder if your wife is now in a lesbian relationship, a reality that is so much easier to disguise and live. If true, I envy her, and no matter what, I would honor that truth with total discretion. For you and I, to win each other's trust, to love you and feel your love, your mentorship, accepting and needing your direction, your dominance, would be an unimaginable blessing. Being true to each other's needs, and becoming true friends, a first and a dream for me. I'll be working tomorrow, but would be open to meeting for a coffee in the late afternoon or evening. I so hope you'll write back. I have never responded to a personal, and have never had a sexual relationship with a man, much less with the kind of intimacy built on respect and trust that you proffer. I was so moved by your candor and truthfulness, I am attaching additional photos and my direct phone number, you make me feel safe, thank you for that. I'll wait and welcome your words, if and when you feel safe. Here's hoping, River"

"Such insight!" Malcolm thought out loud, "He has read my words, he knows me and is talking to me with words of equal understanding and power. Wow, and he thinks my wife is a lesbian! All that in one very long letter!"

Malcolm was shaking, overwhelmed by that young man's moving words, then in an instant, he too believed! The kid was that together, and Malcolm felt he told him who he was for real. Still, he sat back, wondering out-loud if this was too good to be true. Such a handsome young man, so polished, so articulate, and so willing to be vulnerable. George jumped in Malcolm's lap, always happy, and Malcolm lit a fresh joint as his cock throbbed at the possibility here. He was tempted to write back immediately, fearful any delay might let this great find slip away, but it was late now, he needed sleep and wanted to be up early to head to the marina. Sleep did not come, Malcolm's cock needed relief. After some delay, he jacked to the photo of River's face and cock, imagining, hoping that River was doing the same.

Morning would come, breakfast, a quick walk with George, a check-in call from his wife Margaret, and he and George were off to the marina, Malcolm's heart still pounding. It was a beautiful morning, the marina and boats, always a refreshing sight. Godot looked perfect as usual, but still he set about scrubbing her down, historic wooden craft like the Herresshoff required constant attention. He always joked with friends, "ten hours of sanding and varnishing, for every hour of sailing." It was almost true, like tending to a garden.

About mid-morning, a young Black man passed by carrying gear, noticing Malcolm's toil. "She looks great!" He said. "One of my favorites in this marina. Nothing like a classic Herresshoff, a Fishers Island 31, isn't it?"

"Well noticed!" Malcolm responded, standing up on the fore deck. "That she is, but in the Wizard Cruising configuration. You've got an eye for the classics, have you got a boat here too?" Hearing the conversation, George jumped off the boat first, always looking for a new friend. The young man bent down and roughed up his fur.

"I'm a Marine Engineer and Surveyor, just doing a following up on a survey, that sixty-foot Stephens at the end of your dock." The young man responded beaming, now best friends with George. "I do love the classics, my home and office are on a converted Luxemotor Dutch Canal Barge, in Sausalito. My business takes me all around the Bay Area, and I have a crew that does routine maintenance, haul-outs, repairs, and restorations. Looks like you've got things well in hand, but may I leave you my card?" It was a polite and professional gesture, Malcolm stepped up on the dock, took the card, and for just a moment, the thought that this could be his River, passed through his mind--and was quickly discarded. Then Malcolm looked at the card, the man's first name was River!

"River? River Oakley?" Malcolm said, questioning himself and looking up again. "A Luxemotor, that is a classic, and I may know it, was it previously owned by a lady who had flower pots all around it? My God River, you have a beautiful and unusual first name, could you possibly be the River who wrote me last night? I was swept away by that man's long and moving letter. If so what a coincidence, this accidental meeting the very next morning. And George, my Springer, has already welcomed you quite warmly!" The young man's jaw dropped, and after a moment of mutual uncertainty that seemed to last a lifetime, the reality became clear. Obviously, this was Malcolm's River in the flesh!

"I am that River!" The young man answered, regaining his footing. "And yes, that gal was quite the hippie. I bought the Luxemotor from her two years ago, fresh out of the Navy, did an immediate haul-out, a total restoration and signature project for my burgeoning business. I've kept the same berth, and would love to share it with you, and George, sometime!"

"Well River Oakley, I'm Malcolm, Malcolm Montgomery!" Malcolm said, extending his hand. "I'm real glad to meet you River, I kept Godot in the Sausalito Yacht Harbor for ten years, a time when I'd mostly take my clients and colleagues in San Francisco, out for an afternoon sail under the Gate and around Angel Island. Godot was moored a couple hundred feet from that Luxemotor, don't remember that gal's name but she and her potted flowers were a fixture there as long as I can remember. A smart marketing move to restore it, what a high-traffic location."

A knowing pause, and Malcom continued, changing gears. "I need a break and some water, come below and let's have a little chat, River." Malcolm was now at peace with a new truth, already certain that this young man was his River, he was now also certain that they needed a talk. Malcolm's tone was confident and reassuring, the handshake remained firm.

"What shocking good luck, more common ground than I could have ever have imagined!" River responded, holding that handshake tight. "That introduction about knocked me over. Do you know that as I was making my little sales pitch, I was looking at you just wishing you could be that man, that man whose words so moved me last night, remember I said I envisioned you with a short cropped white beard. Hello Malcolm, the Stephens can wait, I'd love a chat with you. You look great, as I somehow expected, what a sophisticated gentleman you are!"

"My God River, I stared at you, having exactly the same thoughts," Malcolm responded, the two were transfixed, and the handshake turned into a gentlemanly hug. "I saw you, and felt you could be River, that River, that amazing River, and then my mind pushed it aside as impossible. Then there was that name on your business card. I too am shocked and delighted to meet you, what a handsome young professional man you are, your presence, your stance, made my cock jump. The same way it did when I poured over your words last night. Do you know that I jacked-off looking at your face, and your hard cock?" Malcolm spoke in an appropriate hush, even though the dock was deserted.

"I did the same, minus the face, which I instead invented, and now here you are. That very man!" River was enthusiastic. "My cock is screaming, l would love to go below before we make a public scene. Lead the way, as you already know, I want to follow your lead, now more than ever."

"Indeed, I believe you!" Malcolm answered. There was no stopping this, two men and a reckoning was fully in play. They were comfortable below, the Herresshoff below deck was a warm and glowing environment, a celebration of finely finished mahogany. It looked and smelled of old money. Once in the safety of it, the two embraced again, and kissed like longtime lovers. It felt so natural, though brand new for both. A man to man kiss. Pulling apart, Malcolm gestured and the two sat down facing each other.

"I'm having water, can I make you a cup of coffee River?" Malcolm asked. "We have so much to talk about. Your possible insight into my wife's relationship with her friend, I didn't let myself believe that she could possibly have become a lesbian, then when you saw what I was unable to see, it actually seems obvious."

"Just water please Malcolm," River responded. "I am sorry, I had no right to jump to that conclusion, but it does seem possible. You two are sexually estranged, you are seeking the company of another man in me, surely she could have needed the same, though that would mean she acted much sooner. But again, just a thought, you know better than I. The only thing I know, is that your words moved me, and I am wildly excited and attracted to you, so happy to be talking so quickly--I wish it had happened earlier!" He said with a chuckle, "God do I wish I had met you years ago!"

"Actually, I think you're right, and I was in denial!" Malcolm responded with a laugh. "I'll fill you in, but you bet I wish I had you in my life years ago too!" A pause and Malcolm continued, reflecting on a newly emerging view. "My wife Margaret, and her special friend, are both in their mid sixties, still quite beautiful and very fit. Their relationship as I described it is really only about five years old, so it started well after Margaret had shut down our sex life. She used to be a screamer, very accepting of my dominant role-play, a real slut sucking cock and giving up her ass. Both were mandatory for any of the women in my life, along with being shaved. I used to say, 'shaved, bathed, and well behaved.' She was, for a good long time!"

"Wow Malcolm!" River jumped in, "You mean all the women in your life submitted that fully? I've had to practically beg to get my cock sucked, they never swallowed, and I've never had a woman give up her ass--as you put it."

"Son, those are all mandatory!" Malcolm answered, factually, not being arrogant. "If a woman doesn't give you those basics, she's just the wrong woman, time to move on. You have a right, an absolute right, to be true to yourself. As with you and me, it requires upfront communication, an honest setting of expectations!"

"So you laid down the law, from the beginning?" River was surprised. "I was always tippy-toeing, dinner, movies, and the like. When the third date came around, we were on the couch or in bed, I was just hoping, but it was always disappointing."

"As with you, I always showed respect," Malcolm went on. "And there's nothing wrong with dinner and movies, seeing if you really like them and them you, but when you're even thinking about sex, it's time to talk. As with you and I, 'tell 'em who you are,' period! Not like a Nazi, but like an honest man who wants to be understood, and also wants the same from the gal. I probably didn't know myself well enough to be able to do it until I was about twenty-five. I had early failures too, then I figured if it was going to fail, better sooner than later." River was listening intently, so Malcolm continued.

"Your relationship with me, is going to change that paradigm!" Malcolm was now being the mentor, a role he loved, "Time to approach women differently, in the future. Honesty is the best policy, the days of women thinking they're going to dick you around, are over. They have a list they're judging you by, and you have a list. The right women will respect the respect you're showing them. Sexual expectations matter!"

"I'm excited by this, and thank you!" River responded. "I can see your approach working, if I have the guts, when approaching a woman as a heterosexual, but do you think that means I must also reveal my bisexuality? And Malcolm, my cock is screaming, I dripping listening to you, and wanting you!"

"Good!" Malcolm answered. "That you are bisexual is a truth, but I'm advising you on how to get what you need in a man-woman relationship, and I wouldn't mix the two. You said it yourself in your letter to me, women in this society are permitted to be lesbian or bisexual without as much judgement as men being bisexual, most women will almost always interpret you as being gay, and a health threat. That is to be taken seriously. You and I trust each other, we know that we are virginal and safe, but if either of us were to be with another man, we'd need to tell that truth loudly. For my part, I don't see that happening, and I hope that's true for you." Malcolm paused, and continued.

"With women on this subject," Malcolm went on thoughtfully. "I would counsel a very, very slow approach, and will admit that I've never had to disclose it as a reality, because for me it has only been fantasy, and easy to share as pure fantasy." Malcolm was having fun, sharing his own truths. "Margaret always knew about my bisexual fantasies, and we played with them. When taking her ass, I'd bathe her with faggot man talk. I love dirty talk. Sometimes when I would be eating her shaved pussy, sucking her big clit, a pretty sight, she would call me a faggot cocksucker. Still tread lightly there, and I suspect there is no hurry, I intend to enjoy our discrete relationship."

Malcolm paused and added, "A funny truth. I am attracted to the woman who I now think is my wife's lesbian lover, and almost made a play for her. She's sweetheart, I like them both, but my wife is very old news sexually, her girlfriend would be fun to turn. But River, I'm smitten with you!"

"I'm yours, damnit, and I'm ready to burst!" River responded. "What a talk, what a revelation, I feel empowered! Thank you Malcolm!"

Malcolm continued, taking the lead, "Son, stand up and get out of those clothes, and let me see have a look at my River. Not a striptease, but I'll sit here and watch you get naked for a minute!"

It was a command, the use of the noun 'son' felt good to River, coming from an already respected elder, and the twenty-eight year old man-child needed and followed those words. Slowly, obediently, River disrobed and stood before the very gentleman elder and mentor he sought. There he stood, the young man in the photo from last night, his now throbbing cock, standing at attention his eyes glazed with lust.

"What a fucking gorgeous man you are River!" Malcolm exclaimed. "In time, you are such a prize, I promise you'll be able to have any woman you want, anytime. Right now, I want you all to myself!"

"I'm yours!" River responded in a raspy voice. "All that talk, women, even your wife, giving up their asses to my mentor Malcolm. Are you going to breed me?"

"All in good time son!" Malcolm said with confidence, he was hard and in control.

For a moment, the still clothed Malcolm, walked around River feeling his body as sculpture, slapping those butt cheeks, rubbing his hands across those defined pecs, that taut lean abdomen, and feeling the weight of his very large Black cock. Being biracial, River was really a caramel color, a beautiful shade with jet black hair and anglo features. Though obviously a Black man, Malcolm could understand why some Blacks might think him "not Black enough." Still Malcolm was in awe of what his words written just a day earlier, appeared to have produced, delivered to him almost magically, yet it was all now palpability real. River was real and shook with each touch, each caress, his head titled back, eyes closed, a low moan emanating from him, filling the air below deck as he was being petted and felt-up by a man for the first time.

"Sit down you beautiful man!" Malcolm ordered in a whisper. "I'm going give you a proper welcome, by introducing myself to your gorgeous cock. What a cock, and you are a sensitive and deserving adonis, so deserving of adoration, sit back and watch me take my sweet time loving you, I've waited a lifetime for this moment."

"Please, oh please do Malcolm!" River responded in a whispered daze. "I know your boat is named Godot, I had noticed it about a year ago, I have clients here, and wondered about that name. God do I hope that it is me you've been waiting for." That brought a brief chuckle from both, River was a literate young man.

"Indeed River Oakley, so good to meet you in the flesh" Malcolm answered. "I have been waiting, for just such a Godot. For some years now, I thought it was the Herresshoff, but all along, the long wait was for you!"

Now between River's smooth and open legs, Malcolm knelt as if before an altar, taking the hard Black shaft in one hand, pulling up on the heavy shaved ball sack with his other hand so it could hang loose, free of all restraint. Balls always deserved freedom. There in front of Malcolm was a fat, pouting mushroom cock head, a Black cock head with its come hole open and dripping pre-come. River felt Malcolm's breath on his cock, his abs rippled and he shuddered in anticipation. This older gentleman clearly wanted him and was in control, a control River needed, he too had waited his lifetime for such love, and this man Malcolm had just called him 'son' again. River was already, ready to explode, and his hands naturally dropped to Malcolm's head, just to hold, just to be sure it was all real, and to urge Malcolm to continue.

And continue Malcolm did, taking that Black cock head in his mouth, running his tongue around it and into that now gapping come hole as he began to jack the long shaft. Malcolm loved the feeling, sucking the young River's cock head and jacking him, jacking the cock of another man, a wonderful handsome shaved young Black man of character and wit. And so it went, half cock sucking for the first time, feeling so natural about it, a man just knows what another man wants, and another first, jacking a cock that wasn't his own, and so much larger, so heavy and substantial. Either event would have been the stuff of any man's dream, and Malcolm's own cock was near bursting in his pants.

Then Malcolm wanted what he'd seen so many times in porn, jacking himself watching and wanting, he wanted that Black monster in his throat. With the help of River's hands he pushed his face down on the beast, fighting any also natural reflexes. He wanted that cock deep throat. Several hard attempts and he finally felt his face against River's smooth belly, he relaxed, holding his breath and just stayed there for the longest time as River shook and moaned, "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy!" Such precious words, words never heard before, but words that Malcolm had needed without knowing it. Words that were also new, and needed, for River, they had flowed out of his mouth without thought.

Malcolm pulled off River's cock, looking the young man straight in the eyes, he saw that glazed look of lust again and smashed his face back down all the way with new confidence. It was a long smooth ride, 'till his face smashed into that smooth belly and River yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming, Oh Daddy, I'm coming!" River's whole body convulsed, and Malcolm felt that cock swell in his throat, and begin to shoot stream after stream deep inside him. He lifted back up to River's cock head, sucking all the way, and now the streams of come poured into his mouth, Malcolm gulped and sucked to get it all. Malcolm's belly was full of his River's come, and now his mouth was full, what a taste, what a feast. River had no more words, he was an animal, lost in a delirium he had never felt, a man, a man wanted his cock in his mouth and throat and was loving his river of come.

This was cock adoration, cock worship, something no woman had ever given this young Black man. Nothing had ever come close, his body was in another world, shaking, shooting come, being jacked, being sucked, neither Malcolm nor River wanted it to stop. For this new found duet between two men, a duet built on words, words to believe in, words shared in trust, time did stand still.

To be continued...