

My online profile is simple and straightforward:
MUSCULAR TOP MEN ONLY. PERSONAL FAVORITES:
-- BLACK MEN;
-- BEEFY, HAIRY MEN; and
-- UNCUT MUSCULAR MEN.
LIST IS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER.
This message is pretty clear. But the truth is, the first criterion is the only one that matters.
About a year ago, a black dude dropped me a line looking to hook up. I checked out his profile, and my heart started to race a little bit. He was 6'1", 210 lbs., and had an 11" horse-hung, uncut black cock. I had to meet this dude. We arranged to meet up at his place in Harlem after my Saturday workout.
When I arrived, I was blown away. This dude, who I will call Harlem Man, was even hotter in person than his pix (as is sometimes the case).
Harlem Man lives in the basement of a brownstone in central Harlem. He let me in and we quickly got to business. Harlem Man closed the door behind us, and grabbed hold of my arms, pressing his fat, pink lips against mine, prying open my mouth with his thick, wet tongue. My cock was hard as a rock, This dude was the best kisser I had met in many months.
We stood next to his bed for a while making out. I undid his shorts and pulled down his jeans. Oh, fuck. His enormous (and I mean fucking huge) black, uncut cock fell out in front of me. I seriously couldn't get my fingers wrapped around the shaft. It's length and girth were simply more than I had ever seen before, and I have seen a lot of cock in my life.
I love to suck dick. Not just suck on dick for a few minutes, but really suck cock until the man has to fight to hold his load back. I usually win that battle, and I was determined to win it with Harlem Man--even though he outweighed me by a good 20 lbs. I told him to just relax, lay back on the pillows, and open his thighs for me. I peeled back his foreskin and really start to work the head of his cock. The head of an uncut cock is usually very sensitive, and Harlem Man was no exception.
There was not fucking way I could get his entire cock into my throat, so I concentrated on moving my tongue into his foreskin and really blowing his head. After about ten minutes, I could tell Harlem Man was really fighting to hold his load in. But I wanted it. Bad. So I just held him down with my left arm and worked.
Harlem Man started to shudder a bit. I held him tight and let him just pop his nut. His cum was like ice cream, smooth and sweet. I milked his load and slid it down my throat.
As soon as Harlem Man emptied his nuts, his cock went soft. But I wasn't nearly done with him. Fuck, I'd taken his seed down my throat, but I needed a load up my ass. We spent the next 30 minutes shooting the shit, kissing a bit. I played with his enormous black ball sack. Harlem Man's eyes remained closed as I caressed the soft black skin of his scrotum with the tip of my tongue, inhaling as much of his black musky scent as I could.
That blowjob was the start of some insanely hot times. This blog will chronicle my hot times with Harlem Man, as well as other black men I've met through the years...