Back in high school, I lost four of my friends. I was supposed to be with them, but at the last moment I chickened out. We were going to go to a motel...out of town and have a make-out session with the boys. Chuck Tidell was the guy my friends had picked out for me. He was tall and muscular. He played on the basketball team. I chickened out after I heard that they had got some weed and some alcohol as well as condoms. Later that day I heard on my dad's radio that the cops were looking in the. . you want to fuck me and I want to fuck you ". With that she slipped her shoes off and kicked them forward. She laid out on the bed and asked me to join her. I already had my shoes off and was getting up. As I neared her she sat up and began undressing me. What's your name? She muttered as my cock sprang from behind my briefs as she lowered them. I told her and she said I guess you already know mine. She then took my throbbing cock into her mouth. After teasing me a bit she pulled me. “You know where I can pick up some green?” Looking the way I do, I’ve been asked this many times before. I always wondered if it was because of that, or if the same people would honestly just ask anyone?Holding back smiling I responded, “Why are you asking me, because I’m black? She started stammering at record pace and I quickly interrupted, “I’m just fucking with ya. I just picked up, if you wanna get off at my stop I can give you a bud.” I said smiling warmly but not creepily.“No, you don’t. "Isn't that how old you want me to be, Daddy?" He asked."No, I want to know how old you are." I'm forty-three," he said."Wow. I'm forty-eight, and you're so beautiful and young-looking, I do feel like I'm your dad!" Nonsense, you look fantastic," Ray said, and then bent down and started eating my cock some more. I wasn't sure if I was really Ray's type or if he was simply being polite. Next to this svelte whippet of a petite, hairless man I felt like some furry, bloated walrus. But I was.