I've hooked up with black men anytime from noon to 4am.Over many years I figured out that the entire 4 day weekend of the Kool Jazz Festival made it p...rfect hunting for Big Black Cocks. The straight/bi men would spend several hours enjoying music and partying then travel back to KY horny and needing to release before going to their hotels.Every year starting on Thursday night I'd shave my face and body, shower, then wear very short but loose shorts and a lightweight t-shirt with Nikes down to. I was down there again early the next day. Eager. On the same bench, same coffee, same paper. Pretending to read behind my shades, but really keeping a watchful eye for the youthful adonis who had approached me the morning before.My mind was made up that I would take him to my room if he stopped again. I had chosen not to wear boxers under my shorts today; it added to the frisson I was feeling. And then.... there he was. Still in those tiny speedos, sauntering along the boardwalk. A beach-bag. . even the chickens mocked me seeing the opportunity n ran away :|we chatted for a while .. initial throat dryness n tongue jam cured soon enough ... she was very friendly .. n then we left ... the smile she flashed me this time was a million dollar smile... it had a different feel than before .. i was ready to die...i didnt take her number .. so she used to call my bro up and ask about the puja plans each day ... ( actually didnt want to take the number on the first day ... )n then didnt get. Preparation for which included Vicky suffering the indignity of having Joan dress her in an extremely small set of black leather lingerie, a tiny leather bra serving no other purpose than so conceal just the very tips of her large breasts and nipples whilst likewise, the same applied to the tiny leather thong which in reality was no more than a tiny triangle of leather with a thin elastic strap dissecting her ass and barely concealing her hairy pubic mound.Only the matching garter belt could.