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,My name is Dave, and my wife Donna, and I are in our fifties and living in the Columbus, Ohio area. We have two grown children who are on their own and live in Ohio. Donna is an elementary school teacher and I am the creative director in an advertising firm, which usually requires me to work long hours.One night I was in the office late and went to the rest room to pee, and I knew that I was alone except for the evening janitors. The urinals in our building are separated by short divider/splash guards that you can easily see over, but I usually made a conscious effort to never look at or talk to another man who is pissing next to me. I had just pulled out my dick to pee when Lionel, our janitor, came in and stood at the urinal next to mine, since there were only two urinals in that restroom. He is an elderly black man in his late sixties, and although still lean, healthy and energetic enough to do his work, he is wrinkled and worn from his years on the job.I had just started to pee, when I heard and could even smell Lionel?s strong stream of piss splashing noisily into the urinal. That sound and odor seemed to stir some old, long-hidden memories for me, and I unconsciously looked over the divider. I could hardly believe that an old black man could have such a huge cock.It is coal black, thick, uncircumcised, and has substantial veins running all over the surface, making it look kind of gnarly. I?m guessing that his dick is over seven inches long, even though it was soft, and he also has a huge set of balls hanging down below it.I consider myself to be heterosexual and didn?t consciously remember ever having an interest in other men. But looking at that big cock, coupled with the smell of his piss, continued to stir distant, disconcerting memories. I felt my little dick starting to harden. I was fascinated staring as his piss continued to spray out of the end of his then-soaking-wet foreskin. Then I was startled when Lionel looked over at me and asked, ?You like it??Those three little words, that simple and seemingly innocuous question, ?You like it??, in that instant fully restored those previously suppressed memories of my teenage years in Kentucky. I couldn?t immediately respond to Lionel, as time stood still, and my mind comprehended the embarrassing and shameful things I had done in my youth.It all started about the time I turned sixteen years old in the summer before my junior year in high school. My mother and I lived in a modest home on the outskirts of a small town near Lexington, and she worked two jobs to support us. My father had moved out years before, and since I was old enough to work, I got a job at the old theater in town, about five miles from our home, to help my mom with the bills.That is an old-time, one-screen theater that played only one feature film a week. Most of the boys I knew had gotten summer jobs either in construction or at the factory nearby, but I started looking for work later than the others, and I had to settle for the old theater.I was a pretty good-looking kid and had long blonde hair down to my shoulders, and I was five feet seven inches tall and weighed one hundred and fifty pounds. Some of the other boys teased me about my long hair, which wasn?t fashionable in those days, but I liked it Escort Bahçelievler that way and didn?t care what they thought. Sadly, my dick is only four inches long and very thin when hard, and I have sparse, blonde pubic hair.The theater is too small to have much staff, and there was an old black man named Morgan who ran the projector, helped at the snack counter before and after the movie, and did other various jobs there for the owner. My job was to also work at the snack counter and usher when needed and clean the theater after each showing. Morgan must have been almost seventy years old, but he was spry for his age, and he is the one who trained me.He seemed like a nice and normal guy to me, but I can still remember what my mom said when I told her that I was working with him. She told me that I should stay away from him since there were rumors that neighbors had seen white, teenage boys going to his home and leaving hours later. At the time I was very naïve and didn?t really see or understand the danger in that, and just ignored it as irrational motherly concern.Morgan and I had become good friends at work, and we spent a lot of time together during my training. I can still remember the first time we were in the restroom together to piss, and I looked over and saw how big and thick his black cock is. I only got a brief look and tried not to stare, but just seeing his uncut meat caused my dick to jump and start to harden, and I didn?t understand my feelings. I was glad that he didn?t say anything about me looking at his dick, although he did have a smile on his face.I couldn?t afford a car yet and didn?t have a good bicycle, so I would usually walk or hitchhike to and from work. I knew that Morgan lived only about a mile from mom and me, but he usually had to come in early and stay a little later to help the owner close, and he couldn?t take me. Then one night, after having no luck catching a ride and walking about two miles, an old Ford pickup truck stopped just ahead of me on the road. After running up and opening the door, I was surprised to see Morgan sitting behind the wheel.He said, ?Come on, Davey (that?s what I was called as a boy), I?ll give you a ride.?I thanked him for the ride, and as I got up into the flat, bench seat, I had to push some magazines out of the way, and that?s when I noticed that they were porn magazines. I had seen a few of those types of magazines that I found in a dumpster one time but didn?t get to spend too much time reading them.That?s when Morgan smiled at me and said, ?No problem giving you a ride, since I know we live pretty near one another. But tell me Davey, have you ever seen any pictures like these??It was a lie, but I told him that I had never seen anything like it. It was fun flipping through the pictures, and I noticed that he had a wide variety of material. Some of them showed white men and women having sex, but others showed black men and white women together. Morgan was trying to drive while also calling my attention to other pages that showed men together, as well as men with teenage boys.The last one he opened up for me to see included pictures of old, mature black men with huge cocks being sucked by high school age white boys, a scenario Bahçeşehir escort that was sounding all too familiar.I know that he must have seen my boner pushing up against my pants, because then he said, ?I?m just going to pull over here on this side road for a minute so we can look at the pictures together, if that?s okay with you, Davey.?Mom?s warning about Morgan was starting to make sense, but I was enjoying the pictures and my boner so much that I didn?t complain about stopping. He then continued showing me more and more pictures of the old black men having their cocks sucked by the white teenage boys, and I saw that he was openly rubbing a huge lump in his pants.After looking at a few more pictures he said, ?I can see that those pictures are giving you a boner, Davey. Do you have a girlfriend to take care of that boner for you, or do you just make it squirt with your own hand??I was embarrassed but felt that it would be best to tell the truth, so I said, ?No, Morgan, the girls don?t seem to like me very much, so I take care of it in the shower.?He continued rubbing himself as he reached over and placed his hand on my dick. He began rubbing me, and a feeling of shame came over me for doing that with an old man. But it felt so good, and my underwear was getting wet from my precum.He breathing got a little harder as he asked, ?Does that feel good? I can tell by the look on your face that it must feel good for you, and I was hoping that you would rub my cock for me. Will you do that for me? Just slide over so you can rub my cock, Davey.?I knew it was wrong, but I did slide over a little and he took my hand and placed it on the lump in his pants. Then he held my hand as I started slowly and gently rubbing him, and I felt the heat of his cock right through his pants.His cock was growing to full hardness as he looked over at me and said, ?That?s it, boy, I knew that you would enjoy rubbing me. Now, just pull down my zipper for me so you can put your hand directly on my cock.?It?s hard to explain the arousal I felt at doing what Morgan said, and even though I knew it was wrong, I so much wanted to feel his bare cock and to please him. I slowly pulled down the zipper and then saw his stained, tight, white underwear. The lump from his cock was huge, and I carefully pulled them down enough to free his cock. I could hardly believe how long and thick it is.It must have been at least ten inches long and was literally as thick as my wrist, and the foreskin was wet with his precum and rubbery to the touch. I was just holding it there, not knowing what he expected me to do, when he asked those three little words that made such a big impression on me and got me to acknowledge for the first time that I liked his big cock.He simply asked, ?You like it??I didn?t want to admit that I liked his cock, but then I heard myself saying, ?Uh huh.?I instinctively started to stroke his massive cock, and I was fascinated with his long foreskin sliding up and down and his wet cock head coming into view. Then Morgan said, ?Oh that feels so good, Davey, but I have one more favor to ask. Please just lean over and kiss it for me. I think you?ll like the taste of it.?I knew that I couldn?t kiss his cock ,so I said, Bakırköy escort bayan ?No Morgan I can?t put my mouth on a man?s cock. That would be dirty and nasty.?He tried to coax me further saying, ?Come on and just try it for me, boy. I know that you?ll like it. If you do this I will take you to my home and give you some beer, and we can watch some movies together.?At that point I smelled the musky odor coming from his crotch, and I really did want to kiss his cock and be able to get some beer from him. As he placed his hand behind my head and slowly pushed me down to his lap, I knew that I would do it. As I got my mouth just above his cock, the odor was stronger, and I could smell stale piss that got trapped in his foreskin and ran down his balls from his day of going to the bathroom and not being able to wash himself afterwards. It should have grossed me out, but the odor was a turn-on for me.I moved my head down the remaining few inches and was then tasting the piss and precum on the foreskin. Morgan was getting very excited and even more precum was freely flowing out of his piss slit.He said, ?Oh fuck, Davey Boy, I just knew you would like it if you got a chance to try it. I just love feeling your lips and mouth on my dirty cock. But even better, you don?t even seem to mind my pee-soaked cock. Tell me, boy, do you really like my piss? Do you want to taste even more of it??When Morgan started talking about his piss and me tasting it, I suddenly felt scared and remorseful for leaning down and kissing his cock like that. I kind of wanted to continue and see what it was like to suck a cock, but I guess I just wasn?t ready, and needed more time to get used to the idea.I pulled away and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt, and then said, ?I?m sorry, Morgan, I really didn?t mean to tease you, but I just can?t do this. I have never even touched another man?s cock, and I want to go home.?Morgan was very disappointed, and without saying a word, he just pushed me away from his cock, zipped up his pants, and then took me the short distance to my home. As I was getting out of the truck, he said, ?I didn?t mean to upset you, Davey, but I think we both know that if you would hold and then kiss my cock like you did, and not be grossed out by the stale piss, then you will want to do more one day. So don?t be surprised or upset if I invite you to try it again.?I was just happy that Morgan didn?t seem to be angry with me. He was pretty much my boss since the owner never gave me any directions, and we still needed to be able to work together. The next few days went well, and he acted normally and didn?t try anything. Though one time he did ask me if I wanted to go into the restroom with him, and I politely declined. But I have to admit that having that first sexual experience with him had given me a yearning for more, and it was only a matter of time. But it was important to me to retain some self respect and to not make the first moveThe next week changed everything. I was walking home as usual, and his old Ford pick-up pulled alongside. The window was down, and Morgan said, ?Hey, boy, come on and ride with me. We can go to my place, so you can have the beer I promised last week. I won?t try anything with you unless you're okay with it.?I decided to go with him since he was so nice about it, and truth be told I was interested in doing more with him. Within five minutes we pulled up in front of his home. We went inside, and he got us both a beer, and then started a video for me, as he excused himself to ?get more comfortable?, as I sat on the couch.