I started to feel light headed and without even noticing, my cock was as hard as a rock. His touch, his hands on me was so erotic, I had never felt li...e this before. My entire body was lost in the moment, almost as if my body was craving more. It was thrilling. Somehow, I think he knew what was happening. I think he knew what he was doing to me.With his hands on my hips, he motioned for me to roll over onto my back. I was suddenly very aware of my hard, throbbing cock. There was no hiding how. They slipped in and out of my arsehole with ease, as they lubed up my inner sanctum.'I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' said the burly black man. 'I'm gonna nail you to the spot with my coal-black cock. And then I'm gonna turn you into an addict, boy, an addict for black cock.'The man was way out of date - I had been addicted to black cock the moment I saw Jerome's lusty stem. Having two such lengths in my life was simply the icing on the cake.Initially, Lloyd took no notice of Bryan's instruction to. There was also a four-drawer filing cabinet and a desk. The cabinet was open, the desk was locked. "Do you have the key?" I asked Billings."It's one of these two. The other is for the cabinet."The top left drawer contained garbage: packs of Kleenex, parts of rolls of lozenges and Tums, a vast number of pink message pad sheets with phone numbers, dates, jottings and nothing to link them to reality. The next drawer seemed to be full of used Kleenex. I dumped it into the wastebasket to discover. But after a couple of days of compulsive thought about the problem I started to come up with a few ideas.IINow if you remember my previous tale, I'm not exactly Attila-the-Hun when it comes to being bold and forceful. In fact I'm a bit of a wimp. My idea of standing up to mother in her authoritative mood was to go to my bedroom slowly (rather than instantly), and to stamp my feet a bit on the way up. Not very dominant I admit, but then this was the fifties, and if you remember I'd learnt to be.