t this black guy was different - I could tell he wouldn' t care. I undid my belt a his rough callused hands dive onto my arse cheeks, his fingers prodded ahe hairy crevice between my cheeks, I wondered if the sliminess and sweat would put him off but by the way his fingers moved up and down I could tell that' s what he was after. Leaning over he whispered in my ear' "you got a greasy t there mate" "yeah..." "a beautiful, slimy t that I feel and wanna taste" Pulling his fingers out he waved them under his nose, shiny with my arse juid a couple of hairs he stuck them in his mouth and began to suck. He looked at me and asked, "you wanna taste the t I fucked tonight?" "Oh yeah...please man" He guided me down to his crotd on my knee' s I tugged the front of
his track pants down to reveal a heavy thick black sg pressing against the fabric of his briefs. The smell of stale urine and old sweat mixed with the warmth of his crotch ure fu' bliss. I hoisted his cock out and dived onto the stiff shaft, my lips travelled down the black pole and it wasn' t until my nose was close to his pubic hair that I smelt the slight heady aroma of man' s shit, the puanginess was still fresh pared to the rest of his crotch - he' d fucked a man' s t not long ago. "D' ya taste the t, mate" I nodded my head while tinuing to bath the cock of one of the filthiest fu' arseholes I' d ever met. "You wa each others holes do ya? I wan some more a' that juice ya got in that crack a' yours". He pulled his black cock from my mouth and shoved it bato his pants. He lent down and stuck a tongue in my mouth and swirled it around so he could get a taste of his own cock. With a hoarse, lustful words he breathed
into my ear, " follow me, I gotta place". Part Two. We walked down the laneway to a metal staircase, turning to me the black guy told me to be quite "sa' rooming house mate - we gotta make our the back". Climbing two flights of stairs we entered