Heaux Confessionals; “Have you ever been with a black man before?”

“No, I don’t”, I replied. And really, I don’t. I didn’t mention that he was only the third person under 5’9″ that I’d ever decided to tap in my life. “Do you have a type? I throw the question back at you.”

“Well, I don’t want anyone shorter than me”, he said. And I agreed. I didn’t want anyone shorter than him either. He was just tall enough for me to feel like I was not really fucking a Smurf.

“How big is that thing?”, he asked

“I don’t know”, I said. And I really don’t. I have never measured myself, because I don’t care. It’s not going in my ass. Although I can do that.

Don’t ask.

Eventually, I got to the point, being the heauxfessional that I am.

“I have noticed that you are wearing a jock strap”.

“Take pictures of me”, he asked. I am no Annie Liebovitz, but for pictures of this kind, perfection is not necessary. Not that she is anywhere close to perfection, but I digress.

Click click click, I went. Ass models love to put their trunk up in the air. Simon was no different.

“Ready for round one?”, I said, finally getting antsy to fuck him. Sometimes, I’m like that. And this prolonged foreplay was making me antsy.

“What do you mean?”, he said.

Again, I was asked myself if there was a language barrier here, despite the fact he lived in San Francisco for a year, and spoke better English than most Americans. I meant, that we were going to fuck more than one time! That’s what I meant.

“I may need to be worked up to fit all that”, he said looking at my penis. “It’s big.”

“Oh, it’s not that big.”, I said. 

Yes, it is. Who am I kidding?

But what the hell am I supposed to say when people say that about it? If I agree, they may not wanna fuck. And I am here to fuck. And if I have to ease him into easing onto it, then so be it. But one way or another, he is sitting on it because I came a long way for this.

Not that I need to coax him much. With poppers, anything is possible. Simon was no different and after a few stalled attempts, he was in and wild. I had my doubts initially, because his grunts bordered on pain.

“Am I hurting you?”, I asked, concerned he’d never sit again.

“Yes. Hurt me some more”, he said.

Simon says.