Learning to play the Rusty Trombone
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I learned to play the “rusty trombone” in junior high school.
My “music teacher” (our neighbor) seemed to always
catch me admiring his beautiful physique after all,
he was Big Black and Beautiful, built like the proverbial “brick shithouse”,
with salt and pepper hair which to my young eyes looked incredibly sexy.
One day as I watched him climb up the ladder of his swimming pool,
his dark as night ebony body glistening with swimming pool water
commanded my complete attention.
He looked back over his shoulder, smiled at me then asked if I
would care to take a swim, naturally I eagerly accepted his gracious invitation.
Once inside his backyard, my excitement clearly visible in my cutt-off
Levis which were very loose fitting he questioned, “do you see something you like”?
Oh yes Sir I nervously replied.
He handed me a towel and told me to dry off his lower back, which I did in a hurry.
He then pulled the towel from my hands and guided my hands to the waistband
of his tiny white speedos.
Instinctively I began to caress his muscular and may I say rather big and round bottom.
Soon I felt his hands pulling my already close face, into the lycra fabric which
to be molded to the magnificent contours of his gorgeous ass.
Any resistance would have been futile partly because I was in the very
position which I had fantasized about so many times before
and he was very commanding at the same time, enticing in such a very gentle fashion.
I began to move my face against his ass almost as if together, we could become one.
Who let out the first moans of pleasure I can’t recall, probably me.
My fingers were still at the waistband of the Oh so tiny speedos he tapped my hands.
I began to tug, slowly pulling one side and then the other my face still pressed against
his heavenly cheeks I began to feel the warmth of his Ebony skin against my face.
Suddenly, my tongue seemed to have a mind of it’s own as I began to lick up and down
the tightness where those two mouthwatering globes pressed against one another.
My tongue then started to try and to separate his cheeks by darting in an out, probing
deeper and deeper…
I felt his hands let up on my head and his fingers brushed over my ears.
He then began to spread those mouthwatering Onyx cheeks apart which
allowed my tongue full access.
I pushed my face as tight as I possible could while extending my tongue
well beyond it’s limits so I could prove to him I was completely under his control,
it was as if he had cast a magical spell upon me.
I found myself making mad passionate love to my Black neighbors ass,
outside on his patio and with out a care as to who might see
or what they might say.
In my young years, I had kissed and “made out” on occasion, but never had I felt
like this, never had I wanted so to kiss and pleasure someone or something
with all of my very soul.
I became lost in time, kissing, licking, trying to tell him how much I loved him for
allowing me to enjoy this pleasure, this rapture I was experiencing.
My words were probably intelligible, but I knew he loved how I was
making him feel.
Suddenly his cheeks pressed back together, and I sensed him leaning a
bit more forward, his legs moved a good distance apart, I felt his left hand
once again pressing on my head and he was pushing his big, beautiful Black cock
down as he were pointing it towards the ground.
I sat back on my heels and starred in complete and total awe of his heavenly manhood.
Sure I had seen pictures, sure I had heard stories, but nothing could have prepared
me for the majesty I was beholding.
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Mar 20, 2020
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Please let me know ;-)
I learned to play the “rusty trombone” in junior high school.
My “music teacher” (our neighbor) seemed to always
catch me admiring his beautiful physique after all,
he was Big Black and Beautiful, built like the proverbial “brick shithouse”,
with salt and pepper hair which to my young eyes looked incredibly sexy.
One day as I watched him climb up the ladder of his swimming pool,
his dark as night ebony body glistening with swimming pool water
commanded my complete attention.
He looked back over his shoulder, smiled at me then asked if I
would care to take a swim, naturally I eagerly accepted his gracious invitation.
Once inside his backyard, my excitement clearly visible in my cutt-off
Levis which were very loose fitting he questioned, “do you see something you like”?
Oh yes Sir I nervously replied.
He handed me a towel and told me to dry off his lower back, which I did in a hurry.
He then pulled the towel from my hands and guided my hands to the waistband
of his tiny white speedos.
Instinctively I began to caress his muscular and may I say rather big and round bottom.
Soon I felt his hands pulling my already close face, into the lycra fabric which
to be molded to the magnificent contours of his gorgeous ass.
Any resistance would have been futile partly because I was in the very
position which I had fantasized about so many times before
and he was very commanding at the same time, enticing in such a very gentle fashion.
I began to move my face against his ass almost as if together, we could become one.
Who let out the first moans of pleasure I can’t recall, probably me.
My fingers were still at the waistband of the Oh so tiny speedos he tapped my hands.
I began to tug, slowly pulling one side and then the other my face still pressed against
his heavenly cheeks I began to feel the warmth of his Ebony skin against my face.
Suddenly, my tongue seemed to have a mind of it’s own as I began to lick up and down
the tightness where those two mouthwatering globes pressed against one another.
My tongue then started to try and to separate his cheeks by darting in an out, probing
deeper and deeper…
I felt his hands let up on my head and his fingers brushed over my ears.
He then began to spread those mouthwatering Onyx cheeks apart which
allowed my tongue full access.
I pushed my face as tight as I possible could while extending my tongue
well beyond it’s limits so I could prove to him I was completely under his control,
it was as if he had cast a magical spell upon me.
I found myself making mad passionate love to my Black neighbors ass,
outside on his patio and with out a care as to who might see
or what they might say.
In my young years, I had kissed and “made out” on occasion, but never had I felt
like this, never had I wanted so to kiss and pleasure someone or something
with all of my very soul.
I became lost in time, kissing, licking, trying to tell him how much I loved him for
allowing me to enjoy this pleasure, this rapture I was experiencing.
My words were probably intelligible, but I knew he loved how I was
making him feel.
Suddenly his cheeks pressed back together, and I sensed him leaning a
bit more forward, his legs moved a good distance apart, I felt his left hand
once again pressing on my head and he was pushing his big, beautiful Black cock
down as he were pointing it towards the ground.
I sat back on my heels and starred in complete and total awe of his heavenly manhood.
Sure I had seen pictures, sure I had heard stories, but nothing could have prepared
me for the majesty I was beholding.
Reply
·
Mar 20, 2020
Would you like to hear more?
Please let me know ;-)
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