“Oh, you mind as well get comfy because I ain’t finished with you,” Scott told me.

“Imma make you regret your choices in the past, show you what you’ve been missing.”

He was intent on reminding me why I should’ve never overlooked black men, shaming me once more at his place while downing wine and listening to old school rhythm and blues. He wanted to continue to chide me for not expanding my color lens when it came to my preference of bedmates while we sipped his best vino.

“You gotta let it go,” I told him. “You want me gone, just make it clear and I’m outta here.”

“Your sexy ass ain’t going nowhere,” he told me as he mentioned he’d run us a bath.

The wine might’ve got to him early as were inside his ranch style home, a delicate domicile with its shiny floors, and memorabilia of him in his earlier years posted on the walls alongside family photos. We sat his dining room reflecting off the day, and what would happen in the morning.

“Figure I’d take you to a nice breakfast spot in Virginia Beach, perhaps rehook to the boat and go our again,” he said to me.

Besides his constant ranting of my sexual past, I could get used to Scott as he was spoiling me, and not just through wine, but his motivation to want to be better. His speech on the boat prior to him fucking my throat made sense as at 41, with all the money that’s passed through my hands and the opportunities I’ve had, I should’ve been living a more comfortable life. A small part of me saw myself as Scott’s partner, but then thought was awash by me remembering he enjoyed being single, so I put myself back into the moment and nodded at the thought of going to breakfast.

“This was perseverance, sacrifices, and most important, good naturedness gets you. The options to do what you want,” he said before sipping.

I just had to accept Scott as one of my true friends at this point, taking what I could get from this man as he was good for me. He was good people, and of course I enjoyed sucking his dick in that odd spot for I got the chance to experience his behind-closed-doors assertive side.

“You had enough,” he asked, as I finished my glass of wine.

He poured me one quarter of what I had at first when I hinted for seconds, and he’d just wash down his one glass before he asked if I was ready for a bath.

“It’s all about you now,” he said as he stood up.

I handed him my glass once I finished, and he’d dispose of it properly before leading me to his bedroom. We laid on his bed watching television, with me laying flat with my head on a pillow while he rested on my waist.

“What you thinking,” he asked.

“Nothing, just enjoying the moment,” I told him.

“You ready for that bath,” he asked as he ran his fingers across my inner thighs.

“You ready to take your clothes off,” he asked.

We’d raise up and head to his massive bathroom, we’d undress, and he turned on the warm water before he dropped a eucalyptus fragranced liquid in the tub.

“Tub can fit four people,” he said as he had a large shower booth opposite the tub in which he was accurately speaking of.

He climbed in first as it filled up, then smiled at me and invited me in. I’d sit between his legs as he massaged my shoulders, then my upper back while I felt his hard dick poking me in the rear.

“That dick hard, huh, I asked.

He laughed, and pledged he wouldn’t do anything naughty in the tub despite his subsequent sensual scrubbing. He had a rag, sponge and special African black soap he used that felt magical against my skin when he cleaned me, as he stroked my back and my front, starting from my chin and managing to get between my legs from behind.

“Guess I should pay the most attention here to clean,” he said as his hands ventured on my inner thighs, and I’d raise them for his leverage.

He scoured my thighs, then my balls, then upward to where he was outright stroking me underwater.

“Gotta keep that clean, right,” he asked sarcastically.

This man was giving me a mild handjob while I gripped the tub and the adjacent soap dish.

“Scott, don’t make me cum right now,” I told him as he was breathing on my neck while fondling me.

“I’m just scrubbing you, baby,” he whispered before nibbling on my right ear, and I would swat his hand away for I was close.

He chuckled before he kissed my ear, then allowed his tongue to circle around my ear lobe.

“Get on all fours and lean forward,” he said as he spread my cheeks to cleanse there, and examining my hole before he plugged it with a pointer finger.

“Relaxxxxx.”

I tensed up as he played with my prostate, something that hadn’t been done in awhile as I usually topped guys. He declared me clean, and urged me to get out of the tub.

“You wait for daddy in bed. I’ll wipe your back, and then you finish up and I’ll be right there,” he said.

We both stood up, but I climbed out of the tub completely to grab my towel and hand it to him, and he wiped the entire rear side of my body and ran the cloth between my cheeks before slapping them to send me off. I caught goosebumps knowing what was next as I was about to be the one submitting. I laid on the bed watching television, and minutes later he’d come out of the bathroom, smiling.

“Florida Evans,” he yelled out as he climbed onto the mattress, speaking of the character on the show “Good Times,” played by Esther Rolle.

“I like my old shows,” I said as I rolled to lay on my back.

“You like your old men, too,” he uttered before he blocked my view of the television.

He grabbed the remote from me and turned up the volume for some reason, and he landed between my legs as he laid on top of me to plant his lips on mine.

“I saw how hard that dick got,” he whispered. “Don’t take much to get you all hot and bothered.”

“When you know what you’re doing it doesn’t,” I told him.

“Oh yeah,” he asked before he started kissing me on my neck.

He found that spot that made me cringe the most, an area where most men I’d been with never had the chance to linger for I usually was the one infusing that pleasure. He pressed on it with his lips then darted his tongue while adding some suction as instinctively my legs rose and wrapped around his muscular frame.

“Your skin is so perfect,” he said as sucked on me. “I can taste your sweetness, boy.”

It was definitely a role reversal for me as I began pulling his body into mine.

“You hot as a motherfucker right now,” he said.

“You got me, hot, daddy,” I said to him as he activated submissive mode.

He ran his tongue to my Adam’s apple while he held my legs back, and I’d feel his hard dick hovering near my hole as it rested on my balls.

“What you think I should do to you,” he asked.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, I need you to be gentle,” I told him.

He snickered as our hairy chests were pressed and I could feel his heartbeat, then he moved down as I’d find his tongue in my belly button, and I’d experience a sensation like never before. I moaned lightly until he kept lowering and took his mustache to my balls, brushing it back and forth to make me wince and curl up before he stuck his tongue inside my hole.

“So sweet,” he whispered as he fiddled inside me.

He stuck that tongue out straight and I’d feel my entrance squeeze on it while he slipped in and out. This was a new ecstasy for I’d been rimmed, but never like this as Scott’s tongue was a toy that twirled and ventured freely. He went deep inside with his deep moans, motioning the device inside me where I felt I had to raise my legs and pull them back as far as I could to get the full feeling.

“Taste good, boy,” I heard him say constantly as those words rumbled off his lips and onto my soul, the depths of his voice opening me like a carton of milk.

“You gotta fuck me now,” I told him.

“Say please,” he directed.

“Please,” I cried out as he lightly poked away at my prostate with a middle finger.

“Damn, you came already,” he asked as he noticed the precum drool from stick.

He continued to fiddle with my prostate promptly and started sucking me, causing me my first real orgasm to where I wanted to curl up like an angry snake.

“Fuck, Keenan,” he yelled. “One juicy motherfucker.”

He continued to tap and suck and I continued to nut, so much that I could hear him fingering me and had to make him stop.

“I want that dick inside me,” I begged.

“Daddy made you cum a different way, huh? Yeah, baby,” he said as he got off the bed.

I kept my legs in the air and noticed he caused a “wet spot” under met. I rubbed my balls and taint to catch the mix of perspiration and ejaculate from Scott playing in my ass. He walked over to the dresser then turned with small canister of petroleum jelly.

“Let’s see how wet you really get,” he said to me as he lubed my hole one minute, and the next filed his thick tool inside.

I clenched my teeth trying to absorb his hard push, as the girth of that bone was much different from sucking it, but I took his thrust as I trained my mind to think of this as more of a reward, vice risk.

“Put that ass back. Take it all,” he said to me. “It’s just like them big boys you be fucking. You open that ass up by pushing back.”

I took a deep breath and tried to “push back” my hole, and I’d feel his plump meat fill me more, and even hit that “spot” as he seemed to “pop my cherry” again. He got it all inside me while my hole was in utter shock. I was trying to catch my breath with his steel dick inside, and my ass naturally squeezing his cock for grip while he lauded me thinking I was purposely was massaging his shaft.

“Love that pull,” he said before smacking my ass.

My ass had a mind of its own due to the rarity of it being fucked, but he waited a minute before he started churning his hips back and forth.

“Just like that,” I whimpered.

“Like that,” he said as he was stabbing away slowly. “Daddy dick good to you?”

“Daddy dick is real good to me,” I whimpered as he kept on churning.

He looked down at me with a focused look as he was determined to open me up. He was molding me as suddenly it didn’t hurt to get fucked, as Scott magically knew how to throw dick.

“Nice and slow. Got you all moist right now,” he said as he slid back and forth.

He got off knowing he was stretching an arrogant top as he called me, and letting me know that I should’ve never not considered another black cock.

“See what black dick gets you,” he asked.

He just had the perfect stroke, pushing and pressing to continue to give me rampant orgasms that were much better than one of me topping a guy.

“Hitting it good,” he asked with a smile on his face.

He knew the answer to that as it seemed every 15 to 20 seconds there would be a buildup to me “popping,” as you’d hear the squelching of my hole from creaming through his drilling.

“Come see me more often and I’ll make you cum the same,” he stated.

He then picked up the pace and went deeper, and I’d squeeze his neck with my legs as he seemed to reach yet another spot.

“That’s right, open that ass,” I told him.

He’d push my legs back and held them before he commenced further plundering my tunnel as by now I could take it. He whizzed deeply and nailed me good as my hole was belching loudly, and his bpdy tapping mine, while making the headboard shake. My loud moaning added to the background noise, and I’d feel his sweat falling on me as he was putting in work. I was thinking about all he said in our evening together, from the time we were on the water to now. He had me rethinking a lot of things while he was knocking my screws loose. I truly was missing out as I turned down or blocked guys as that didn’t fit my preference. Scott was completely outside of my what I wanted yet he provided a constant whammy of just away I needed.

“I think you got me ready to cum,” I warned him.

Scott was hitting the dial hard enough to where the next buildup I was having was coming from a different part of me.

“Imma cum with you,” he said, and I’d feel his hot baby batter splattering against my walls while that dick continued to throb.

His body was shaking and he was stuttering as he delivered his seed deep in me. He pulled out and I felt his cum rise like lava from my hole, even hearing it “squirt” as my hole reacted to the pressure.

“Your turn,” he said as he took his tongue to my gashed hole, and I would jerk off to see and feel my cum blasting out of me like a rocket.

When I finished he’d lay beside me, looking spent after fucking me silly.

“So did you enjoy the ride,” he asked.

“I did,” I told him.

This man opened me to the possibilities of holding the title as verse, vice just top, and ultimately opened my mind and my ass, and for that, I was grateful. He’d fall asleep and I would get up, shower, catch an Uber and leave for home, thinking now, I could no longer regulate myself to just fat white and Latinos guys.

Black dick reigned supreme, as I was reminded.