Old Black Carl (part 1) - Sex Stories

Old Black Carl (part 1)

This is a true story that took place just as I graduated from High School. I grew up in a small town, and there wasn't a lot of diversity. I had a very thin, smooth body, and long flowing hair that went halfway to my ass. In those days, I thought I looked like a rock star, and so did the girls. I did pretty well. I met a lot of girls from a town about 20 miles away, and I didn’t have a car. But back then you could count on getting a ride if you hitchhiked, and I did so to hang out with the girls, often. And that’s how it all started. I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and the car came to a stop just beyond me. I opened the door and behind the wheel was an older Black man, well dressed with grey hair. He was smiling, but his smile quickly faded as I jumped in. He introduced himself as Carl. As we drove, he said that at first he thought I was a girl, and he was hoping for some action. We laughed about it, and he told me that if I wore the right clothes, and maybe a little makeup, I could probably pass for a girl…and that thinking about it was making him hard. That seemed weird to me…and yet I was somehow intrigued, deep down. He kept looking at me for a reaction, but I just stared straight ahead, with my mind reeling about what might happen. It didn't take long to find out, either. He reached over, and took hold of my hand and slowly guided it toward his crotch. I ...

... felt like I was on a fast roller coaster, and I kept staring straight ahead….allowing my hand to be moved until it finally found its way into his lap. He squeezed my hand around his cock, and I could feel the enormous girth and length. I couldn't pull away…even when he let go of my hand and let out a sigh. I just sat there, still looking ahead, with my hand wrapped tight around that bulge and frozen. “Play with it.” Was all he said, and I finally slowly glanced down at his lap, and began squeezing it and rubbing back and forth. I could feel it throbbing and jumping in my hand, through his pants. He turned down a back road that led to an old train bridge, and again, the butterflies hit me hard. I knew this was about to go WAY further, and I couldn't seem to speak or question it. It was like I was in shock, or something. He pulled the car back into a spot between a couple of bushes, and turned off the ignition. My heart was racing a mile a minute, and I actually felt dizzy. He just sat there, quietly looking at me, for a while. I was still rubbing the monster in his pants, and he was enjoying it. Finally he reached down and started to undo his belt. The feelings just kept intensifying, and my brain was spinning. He sort of pushed my hand away, and pushed his pants all the way to his ankles. I was just looking straight ahead, still. He slid the big bench front seat back, and flipped up the console, then took my hand again, and placed it on that cock. As soon as I felt the bare skin ...