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ErosWired: you are perceptive AND articulate! I truly appreciate your  comments..... Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

I've just returned from three months work in Ethiopia. One of the most frustrating places I've ever visited: some of the most handsome, sexy and clearly well-hung guys (hardly any of them ever wear underwear) I've ever seen (I love dark skin) but such a restrictive conservative society ... there's no "gay" people. Yeah right. In the Gulf Arab countries where there are no gay people either, the (fucking HOT) guys (in my experience at least) are happy to pump away and unload in a white fag ass as a substitute for a girl until (even after) they get married. Sadly though, there's no such culture in Ethiopia. Or if there is, I couldn't find it, and believe me, I tried.

But I didn't go completely without dick. One guy I met, and luckily one of the hotties, came to the party. Just one fuck in three months. But hell, it was a fucking great one.

Once it became clear it was "on" we went back to my room (in a boarding house; which had some other stunning, masculine eye-candy on staff that I just couldn't convince to let me give them some pleasure… no matter how I tried ;-). As soon as the door clicked closed -- and we were out of public space and the public mentality and behaviour -- the man turned into a greedy homo animal. Deep, exploring kisses; tearing at buttons, flies, laces, and elastic; hands touching, pushing and squeezing every bit of each other - actually feeling another man's body. Every square inch.

Dressed, he was a stunner. Naked, he was a God.

29 years old and still with smooth, tight youthful skin (why does 'black not crack' like the rest of us??), tall and more built than most Ethiopians: a set of abs, pecs, biceps and hams that I just couldn't stop running my hands over, staring at, licking and drooling and moaning over. I must have sounded a bit pathetic. ('Oh my god you are sooooooo beautiful' and all that shit. Oh well. He was.)

Not going straight for the cock or the ass was a novelty: I love to suck dick and usually my knees sink and my mouth leaps straight for the underwear, like a dogs nose following a scent; begging to suck on it. Instead we just explored each other for what seemed ages. So fucking horny! But boy once my lips finally found their way down there, there was no feeling his cock expanding in my mouth as I worked it: it was already stone hard ... and HUGE. I'm not a size queen: all cock is beautiful, tho I admit there's a lot of fun to be had with a biggie. But fuck me it was hard to swallow the lot: too thick AND too long. I've been sucking cock for 20 years (OK I started early) but I struggled to give him the deep throat fucking I wished him to remember me by. There was but one thing to do which was bend over and give taking it up my ass a try instead. It fucking nearly killed me. To start with he had me on my knees on the bed and worked it into me from a standing position. My hole opens readily, and could accommodate the girth, but as he tried to bottom it out, it reached a point that it just couldn't get past in that position. Every thrust kept pushing me forward. That got him up on the bed which changed the angle a bit and made it just a bit better but even so, I couldn't take it all (I really needed a hit of poppers or a blast of ice) soon he had my head banging on the wall and me yelping in the pleasure and pain - and not from the bruising on the forehead either. At that point it got a bit messy - rare that a cock reaches further than a clean out, but that's how big we're talking. Enormous.

While I hate that happening, it's part of life if you're gonna play in the back yard I guess and this time, well, it got us in the shower. Awesome. Hard black huge-dicked Ethiopian dude glistening wet. In my room. Life don't get much better. It didn't take long before we're fucking again. Let me be precise: he was doing the fucking, I was willing my hole to give him the best time he's ever had. I was still struggling over the length, but buddy, I worked his cock with my ass muscles. He could feel me trying to juice him and he pulled out to say "I usually don't bother cumming; for me it's all about fucking, but you're hole is getting me close." So I pulled him down on the bed and we pashed; full length against each other's bodies, kissing deeply and feeling his cock pressed hard against me. So fucking sexy, romantic and, well, erotic for a first-time fuck. I have a boyfriend at home and when I play it's just about the dick and the loads… all emotions except pleasure are off the table. For the first time in years I was suddenly, and rapidly, getting out of my depth. I was feeling THINGS for this guy. After an hour and not even an orgasm. Yikes. The kissing and cuddling soon turned to another try at penetration.

This time on my back, and this time, in this position, he could get it right the way in. All the fucking way. And he held it there and held me there, and stared into my eyes. Fuck. This man knows how to capture a guy. He fucked me SO slowly and for so long. Every time he reached a point and kept on pushing, my eyes would roll back in their sockets. (He told me after: "fuck it was so hot to watch your eyes roll back into your head".) He used the entire length of his weapon to bring tears to my eyes. I've ridden dicks as long as his before but only being a dirty whore on chems. This time was totally different: I had to work for this and I really knew about every damn millimetre. And he knew it. I'm not sure if he'd had many asses take it like that. The look on his face as we gazed at each other while he deep-slow fucked me said as much. This time though, he held himself back from getting close to cumming and he just kept going and going. The rippling and contracting of his abs and obliques as he thrust was incredibly sexy. My ass was getting raw from the friction and he kept on nudging my prostate - I was getting close to blowing without touching my dick. That hasn't happened since I was in my early 20s. I asked him if I could make him cum and he said by loosening my ass to make it open like a pussy he'd give me his babies. I told him if he sped up and fucked me like he really was pounding a pussy, he'd make me blow without me touching my cock.

You can picture for yourselves exactly what happened next.

Suffice to say it was fucking explosive and the pyrotechnics both ignited at the same time.

In the aftermath we stayed wet, sticky and deeply entwined, panting, pashing and staring into each others' eyes until we fell asleep… and awoke two hours later and peeled ourselves apart and went to get some dinner.

I'd love to say it turned into a small affair and that it was heart-breaking leaving, but it didn't. We had dinner and ran out of things to say and while I wish I'd had more opportunities to enjoy his glorious masculinity again it just didn't happen. Perhaps because we had nothing to say. Perhaps because I'd made a dick of myself about his sheer gorgeousness. Or perhaps because we both knew that we had something awesome and dangerous and it was better to leave it well alone.

Still. It's definitely one I will remember.