.if you're okay with that, I mean."I am known for chatting with total strangers and I do it all the time. So I didn't mind that this guy was trying to... do that same thing with me. He was a black guy - tall and lean, around my age, and very good looking. "Sure. And hello." We exchanged names and after some mindless opening chatter, he got right to the point."This probably will seem to be very direct and totally unexpected, but I'd rather skip the dance that usually comes first. You're the best. I made sure I cleaned his cock, balls and ass completely. The warm shower water was helping to clear my head. I wondered if I could get him off in the shower and then have him leave."You want it don't you boy? Go ahead, take a taste of that black cock. Take it in your mouth."I got on my knees and started to kiss his cock. I figured if I got him hard and made him cum he would be happy and leave. But his sock wasn't getting hard. I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong until he said, "I've. She had lost the baby, but he couldn't divorce her because his family were staunch Catholics and his father had told him if he divorced Janice he would be cut out of the will.While she was telling me all that she was blubbering and all I could do was sit there, listen and keep a fresh drink in front of the both of us. Finally, just to shut her up I said:"Will you stop that? You are attractive, very much so, so stop beating yourself up and lets dance."I pulled her out of the booth and drug her. I placed my right hand at the base of his cock, and my left hand securely under his sack. Both hands gripped him firmly. My throat dry with angst, I mustered a logical sentence while I began to stroke him. “I let him finger me...and fuck me.” His cock felt as hard as a flashlight in my hands. I leaned closer to his crotch, opened my mouth and licked a bulging vein that protruded on his shaft. He tilted his head back in anticipation of more. After a good harmonica job on all sides, I tightly.