Received an email this afternoon. Here's what he said: "I wanted to drop you a line after checking out your profile. Maybe you'd be up for chatting. I'd love a chance to taste that hole. Just your intelligent, muscular, masculine black jock here. Hit me back."
Just a quick welcome to those followers who also followed my other blog, Male Power. I'm going to try to bring the same passion to my interests in Black Men that I brought to my interests in Colt Men. Let me know what you think.
I saw Harlem Man about a week after our first meeting. Eventually, we started seeing each other about twice a week. He couldn't get enough of my white bubble butt and I was hypnotized by his black uncut cock.
I was pretty intimidated by the size of Harlem Man's dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever had anywhere near my hole. I'm pretty selective about who fucks me, so my asshole is tight. I had been dreaming all week of Harlem Man fucking me for the first time. But when he dropped his shorts, I was afraid that a fuck that day was not to be. Truthfully, I was afraid my hole was just too tight to get his beast between the pink lips of my ass.
I whispered in his ear: "I don't think I can take it."
I'm pretty sure that wasn't the first time Harlem Man had heard that, or dealt with fear in his partner. When you've got a massive black cock measuring over 11 inches, I suspect you get that a lot. Harlem Man knew exactly what to do. He didn't have to say a word. He loves to rim a tight, pink, muscle hole, and he turned me over on my belly and went to town on mine.
Harlem Man has a gentle manner in bed, particularly for such an imposing man. As he worked his tongue into my puss, the muscles relaxed and opened up to him.
He turned me over again and dug his tongue into my throat. Harlem Man spread my thighs wide and came to rest on top of me. When I felt the raw tip of his massive dick pass over my wet hole, I whispered to him: "Please fuck me." That was all it took. This time, his cock peeled me open and the head made its way into my hole. I could feel a slight burn as the muscles stretched to accommodate him. Harlem Man pushed in slowly, moving his cock into my ass gently but deliberately. I cupped my hands behind my head and showed him my hairy pits.
Harlem Man finally got his entire cock inside me and we rested. His cock was so fucking big I needed a moment or two to take him all the way. We bare fucked for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only about 45 minutes. He fucked me with slow, gentle strokes at first, but gradually increased the tempo. I could feel his raw cock sliding all the way up my hole, and all the way out, lubricated by nothing more than his precum.
I finally couldn't hold out another minute. I moaned into his ear to signal my need to bust my nut. He begged me to hold off a bit longer until his load was ready. I just layed back and splayed my thighs as wide as they would go. Harlem Man dumped his load up my hole at precisely the same time I popped my load onto my gut. He slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, and we both watched sticky wads of cum drip from the tip of his cock like a spider's web.
We showered together, then laid back on the bed to listen to some music. An hour passed, and we both got hard again. My hole was too tender to take his monster cock for a second round, so we stroked for a while and then I sucked his foreskin deep down my throat. Harlem Man busted his nut again, and I drank it like a glass of milk.
The moment I walked out the door, I started counting the time until I would return.
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...
I've been a fan of Jim French's Colt Studios since my high school years in the '80s, and a serious collector for the past 10 years or so. If you have Colt pix you'd like to share, or would like to request that I post a particular Colt Man, feel free to drop me a note. My email address is: firstname.lastname@example.org.