My first black cock

We arrived at our timeshare resort in Las Vegas about 5:00. After a quick bite to eat I put on my swim trunks and headed out to check out the pool and hottub areas. I was wearing my old Navy issue trunks which seem to have gotten tighter over the years but are still serviceable, even though my wife says they don't hide enough. This resort has 4 pools and several hot tubs, each different size and shape. I was mostly interested in the hot tubs. The one closest to our condo was small, and crowded with teenagers. The next one was closed for maintenance. The third was an unusual design. It looked kind of like a donut. It was a perfect circle about 30 feet or so in diameter, with a center island about 20 feet in diameter. The island was covered with plants to a height such that you couldn't see the whole tub at one time. I walked around the tub taking in the sights. There was a group of 5 or 6 people talking together. About a quarter of the way around the tub was another group of 3 or 4. A little farther around was a couple engaged in intimate conversation. Finally there was a black guy sitting by himself on the outer rim of the tub with his feet in the water. I dropped my towel on one of the lounge chairs, stepped out of my sandals, and slipped into the tub between the couple and the black guy. I sat there for a minute or two enjoying the hot water, and then shifted to a seat on the island side and just incidentally a little closer to the black. I looked him over, trying to be casual about it. He was clean-cut, a stocky build, and very black. I had been watching a lot of cocksucking videos on xhamster, and been getting more and more turned on by the ones with white gals or guys sucking big black cocks. I had been thinking that it might be time to see if I was ready for a black cock myself. He initiated the conversation by saying hello. I moved a little closer to his position and we chatted about the things strangers talk about in a hot tub: where are you from, how long have you been here, what kind of work do you do, married/single, yada yada yada. We talked for 15 or 20 minutes. All during the conversation I was mentally arguing with myself. Should I offer him a blowjob? No, it's too dangerous picking up a stranger. But I want to try a black cock. Do I really? I think so. But maybe he has a loathsome disease. But he's married so he's probably clean. Maybe he's an axe murderer. That's ridiculous. He's obviously well educated. It's still dangerous. But I might not get another chance. On and on, back and forth. Finally I opened my mouth and the words fell out: "Since you're here all alone tonight maybe you'd like to have your cock sucked." There, I said it. I won the argument. Or did I lose it?

With a dismissive motion of his hand he said "naaah, I'm good." I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. After about 30 seconds he said "You know, that's not a bad idea." Another 30 seconds. "That's a good idea. That's a REAL good idea." Another 10 seconds. "I'm in room xxxxx. That's the building over there -- the second one over -- third floor, just as you get off the elevator ... I'm going up there pretty soon."

"Well, if you're really serious about it, I'll just go up with you."

"Let's go."

We got out of the tub, grabbed our towels and dried off, and went out the pool area gate. As we walked he said "Wow, I've never done this before. I've never been sucked by a guy." I replied "Well we're both in new territory. I've never picked up a stranger before, and I've never sucked a black cock." In the elevator I was tempted to grope him but the door was already opening. He put his key card in the slot, opened the door and invited me in. I put my towel and key card on the kitchen counter. He stepped into the bathroom and emerged a second later without his trunks. He had a good looking cock, not quite as long as I had hoped, but about twice as thick as mine which is what I like, and cut, which is my preference. He said "Maybe I should take a shower first." "Well, it's up to you, but we just got out of the hottub, so ..." "Yeah, I guess you're right." He picked up his towel, walked to the living room, spread the towel on the couch, sat down, spread his legs, and said "There it is." I knelt in front of him and picked up his cock, looking it over, feeling it's size and weight. I stroked it gently. He was about 3/4 hard, about 8 inches long. My heart was beating loudly as I opened my mouth and took him in. All my apprehension dissolved immediately. I swirled my tongue around the head, enjoying the feel of the structure. I worked around that beautiful head with my lips and tongue, eliciting moans of delight from my subject. I worked on him for about 15 minutes or so, going deep several times, my nose pressing into his black curly pubic patch. I felt proud of that as I only gagged a little bit a couple of times. He never did get completely hard. I wonder if I would have been able to get all of him in if he would have achieved full size. He had told me that he had gotten a really good massage that afternoon, including a happy ending. That, along with the hot tub session, left him too relaxed to be able to cum. He started to get soft, and I raised my head and said "Man, you're wearing out my jaw." He said "Yeah, I guess it isn't going to happen." I told him I was really interested in the meat, the gravy wasn't absolutely essential. I stroked him a couple more times, took the head in once again, and called it good. As I was leaving, he shook my hand and said "By the way, my name's Javier." "It's been a pleasure, Javier. My name is Dick."

I went back to my unit and gave my wife a deep kiss. She had no clue that the lips and tongue kissing her had been wrapped around a black cock just a few minutes before.

This is the true story of my first black cock. Hopefully there will be many more in the future. I've already posted an ad on **********.