Losing on purpose

Jamaal was 19 when I first met him. A handsome well built construction worker. Dark skinned but not pitch black, as his mom Danni was white. He was working on a construction project I was managing and I immediately took a liking to his self assured, easy going attitude.

We hit it off as we teased each other about our football teams both college and pros. At the end of the week, we agreed to meet at a local sports bar to watch the games. We would always bet a few dollars on each game. By the third weekend we met, we stayed at the bar for the early game, then he invited me over to his apartment for the second game.

His place was really clean and nicely decorated, not what I expected from a contractor. As the game started he excused himself to hit the john. When he came back I saw he had changed into a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a classic white wife beater shirt.

My cock surged as his black muscular arms were on full display and contrasted beautifully with the white fabric. Further I could see clearly that his cock was semi-hard as it swayed back and forth as he brought me a beer.

He cleared his throat to get my eyes off of his bobbing meat. "Let's make the bet for the next game more interesting. If my team scores first, you have to suck my cock" he said. The statement hung out there until I asked "And if my team scores first?" He chuckled and answered "Then you have to suck my cock"

I smiled, set my beer down and moved over to him. "Sounds like a win-win for both of us. Let me see what ive got myself into." I slipped my fingers under the waist band and with his help pulled his sweatpants to the floor.

His beautiful big black shaft proudly stood out from his lap. In all my 54 years I'd never seen a more perfect cocktail. It was thick, long and smooth shaven. It was perfect. My mouth watered for him and I could feel my precum start to leak into my pants.

I didn't want to wait to see who scored first. That cock was going into my throat even before the coin toss. By the end of the game I had coaxed three heavy loads of cum from that black stud. In between I had my hands all over his nude body and found out he loved to have his nipples sucked on as I played with his heavy balls.

By the time the Sunday night game came on, I found myself face down in his bed, my tight white ass up in the air and his fat cock buried between my cheeks. I nursed another load out him that night, loving the feeling of his baby juice surging into me. Most of that night was a blur, but I do remember yelling out "Fill daddy's cunt with your cum baby!" before he thrust the last time.