I dated a passionate young Jamaican for a time, and will never forget our first encounter. We met on a chair at a ski hill and he invited me out for the evening with him. We enjoyed an evening of supper and some dancing, and he invited me to his hotel room. As soon as the door closed behind us, we got into some fairly hot kissing and groping, but when we were about halfway undressed, he pushed me away saying we needed to go easy. At first I didn't understand, then he began a bit of a striptease, finally revealing his thick member, cut and hanging, 8" of pleasure shaft. He lay back on the bed, and instructed me to do the same kind of strip show.

I did the best I could, but my own length was poking out the top of my briefs already, wet with pre-cum. I slipped my shorts off and stood before him, my body eager, my length firm. He told me to stay where I was and just watch for a bit. Then he reached down to his overnight bag and pulled out a good sized vibrator and a bottle of lube. I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful length, much lighter in color than his dark skin with a purple, bulbous head. He casually lubed himself, stroking his length lovingly and slowly. Then he lifted one leg high so that I could see his stunningly erotic pink warmth.

He circled it several times with his fingertip, then slid it in all the way. I had to be closer, so I knelt close and explored his warmth with my tongue and my eyes-I have to admit to having an sensitive place fetish. I love the sight of a nice, puckered opening, eager for lengths and cum. He handed me the dildo and told me to use it. He lifted both his legs up and back, opening his warmth even more, then reached down and spread his cheeks.

I realized that the wall mirror was behind me and he could see what I could. I pushed the toy into him and was pleased at how easily his warmth swallowed it. I could see his gaze was fixed on the reflection of the dildo in his soft place, and moved slightly to allow him a better view.

His length was as hard as rock, as was mine, and he rocked to the rhythm of me working the play-toy in and out of his love-hole.

He talked dirty to me, asking if I liked to watch men cum, toy cum, drink it, squirt it on men, in them, in their mouths. The answer was always yes.

Did I like to get played? Yes. Did I play men? Yes.

Did I like to feel cum squirting in my soft place? Oh, yes. All the time I was playing the dildo in and out of him and he was stroking his oiled length. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and guided it to his tool. I could feel that he was close to orgasm, and kept up the pace of his length stroking as he grabbed his cheeks and pushed his hips up.

I felt the surge of his spunk in his shaft and watched happily as several jets of creamy sperm shot out all over his belly and chest. The white cum on his black skin was an intensely erotic contrast, and I couldn't wait to taste his sperm.

I wrapped my mouth around his length to get the last few drops op jism and sucked hungrily. I pulled the toy from his soft place and let it drop to the bedside. I moved on top of him and his legs encircled me while he guided my length to his warmth with one hand.

i almost came as I entered him, but managed to quell the burst of fluid in order to enjoy the feel of his warmth embracing my shaft. Despite just cumming, he was a very enthusiastic play. I don't think his length even got a chance to get soft as it pressed against my own stomach while we played in a tight embrace, our mouths locked together. My own climax was incredible, as that fantastic warmth of his milked me dry. I could feel him working his soft place muscles as I came deep inside him, as though he was trying to extract every last drop into his warmth. As I lay on him, gasping, I could feel his fingers exploring my own opening. He squirmed out from under me, and rolled over.

His length was still totally hard, but my attention was on his play-hole with cum dribbling from it. My own! I eagerly toyed at the sweet sperm teasing from him until I realized that I desperately wanted him to play me. We shifted positions again, with the pillows under my belly and him behind me. I moaned in approval when I felt that big length-head at my opening, again when he pressed it past my sphincter and my soft place was filled with the warmth and strength of his tool. He buried it up to his balls in one stroke, then began to play me in swift, powerful thrusts. Each time he rammed back in to me, I gave a grunt of pleasure. God it was good! Right from the very first time I got played in the soft place, I knew I wanted it as often I could, and he wasn't disappointing me. He gave a hard push, as though he was trying to push right through me, and I once again felt the sweet rush of hot sperm into my deepest reaches. He pressed as deep as he could for at least a minute, then began to shrink and withdraw. But now I was near cumming and no longer had a thick length in my soft place to help me along. That's when he invited me to cum all over him.

I straddled him and began to masturbate as his cream ran down the inside of one of my thighs.

In almost no time I anointed his chest with my nectar and watched as he smeared it all over his skin, making it shine in the light. We stayed in touch for several months after that night.

In time I found that he loved to watch men cum, and we videotaped many JO sessions just for the money shot, and watched the tapes many times as a prelude to a hot 69 or a furious, sweaty play. He was the only man I ever played that took two lengths into his soft place at once, mine and another lovers, and the last time we had sex together he sucked four other lengths to climax and then shared that huge mouthful of sperm with me while I played him. It was quite an affair.