My legs were shaking, and my cock gets so sensitive after I cum that I can't stand for anything to touch it. He was milking it and trying to get more ...ut of it and I had to take it away from him, which I'm sure was a disappointment. I can't help it. When I'm done shooting I don't want any more stimulation. By now we had been in the garage for maybe twenty or thirty minutes total, and I wasn't sure how long my wife would be gone. I figured we had at minimum of thirty minutes safely and most. Just like in my "Black Cannon" story,I've had many pricks pressed against my thigh.Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with the expression "never happen".A kiss and a. Now every summer, like most local kids, I had a part-time job. I worked at the caravan park twice a week collecting rubbish and cleaning the toilet block. I would also work at the market stalls whenever I could to make some cash. But my story begins while working at the caravan park. It was a beautiful summers day and I was walking along the trail behind the caravan park which leads to the river. It's an easy walk usually taking only about fifteen minutes but today I was on rubbish duty. It is. For several minutes I sucked on his cock and he fucked my mouth hard and fast as I gagged and choked trying to keep his cock in my mouth. He would slap at my cheek now and then adding to my delight. "You like black cock whore?" he asked and I mumbled an "Uh huh" back. He then took it out of my mouth as I gasped for air and firmly holding it, he started to slap at my cheeks and tongue with his cock. After a couple of minutes I tried to take hold of his cock when he slapped my face hard several.