I Tried My First Black Guy at a Miami Beach Hotel — Forbidden Taboo Stories

Where do I start? I split up with Jessica after she abused me all day and night yet again. Three years of that had worn me down, and I was starting to lose interest in women altogether. The name-calling, the screaming, the constant put-downs, it never stopped. Then I found out she had cheated on me again, and that was the last straw. I packed fast, my hands shaking from the final fight that left my ears ringing and my chest tight. No more of her voice tearing me apart every single hour.

I grabbed my bag and left the small town outside Atlanta on the bus, headed for Miami Beach. It did not take long. The ride south on I-95 blurred past strip malls and palm trees, giving me time to breathe without Jessica’s constant yelling in my head. I kept replaying her last insults until the ocean smell hit me through the open window.

The Miami Arrival

I stepped off the bus and found plenty of hotels. I checked into the Hilton, then went for a walk. Young adults, twenty to thirty years old, wore almost nothing on and around the beach. I was shocked. As I walked and checked out the women in G-strings, I noticed my eyes drifting just as much, if not more, to the guys, especially the bulge in their pants. The sun baked my shoulders while sweat trickled down my back, and every step made my cock twitch at the sight of those thick outlines pressing against thin swim trunks.

I had always been bisexual, but looks had never interested me before. I decided to head back to my room to get changed for dinner. My mind raced with old fantasies I had buried, wondering if Miami’s heat was loosening something deep inside me that Jessica’s abuse had locked away. The elevator ride up felt endless, my pulse hammering in my throat.

On the way I spotted a male escort agency near the hotel. After that walk I was undeniably horny and cock-hungry. I wanted to finally try my long-time fantasy of being with a hung Black guy. Turns out I was in luck. The idea of a thick, dark cock stretching my mouth and ass made my hole clench in anticipation, even as doubt still gnawed at the edges of my thoughts.

The place felt pretty relaxed. There was a big bar, good music, and iPads to browse the guys and their services. I scrolled through and found Brandon, thirty-eight, African American from the States. Only two fully clothed pictures and a short bio, but the bulge in those photos looked impressive. I still had doubts about myself and my sexuality, so I went to a local club for dinner and thought it over for at least two hours. Country music played low while I nursed a beer, watching couples laugh and wondering if I could ever feel that free with a man.

Then I said fuck it. Jessica’s latest abuse had turned me off women for a while. Why not give men a try? The decision settled in my gut like a hot stone, mixing fear with raw need. I paid the tab and walked out into the humid night, already half hard at the thought of what came next.

I called the agency. They were helpful and happy to set it up. Just like that I had a ninety-minute appointment at eight-thirty. My voice stayed steady on the phone even though my palms sweated. I hung up and stared at the ceiling, already imagining Brandon’s hands on me.

I arrived around eight, ordered a drink, and after one sip Brandon came over and joined me. I am not usually drawn to looks, but damn, he was sexy, six foot four, solid build, beautiful green eyes. First time I had felt that physically attracted to a guy’s features. His voice rumbled low when he greeted me, and the scent of his cologne mixed with clean skin made my cock stir against my zipper.

Private Room Heat

We finished our drinks and he took me to an incredible room. I was nervous but eager for my first Black guy. The door clicked shut behind us and the air thickened with tension, my heart pounding as I watched the way his shirt stretched over broad shoulders. I jumped in the shower as part of the deal. Brandon came in and gave me a soft, sensual wash, touching, kissing, and teasing every inch of my body. His fingers traced soap over my chest, down my stomach, and brushed my hardening cock, sending sparks straight to my balls.

Then he got in, undressed, and there it was, one big, beautiful thirteen-inch Black cock. I was speechless, almost dizzy. I dropped to my knees right there in the bathroom and started worshipping it with my mouth. I licked just below his balls, ran my tongue around them, then slowly licked and sucked my way up the shaft to the head. I poked my tongue into the slit. Something animal took over. I went into a cock frenzy, deep-throating, gagging, choking, spitting, slapping his cock against my face. The heavy musk of his skin filled my nose while saliva dripped down my chin onto the tile.

He grabbed the back of my head, drove in until I gagged, and shot a huge load into my mouth. It was warm, thick, and tasty. I played with it for a minute, gargled, then swallowed every drop. The taste coated my throat and left me craving more, my own dick throbbing untouched between my legs.

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He gave me no rest. He had me on my back with my legs in the air, eating my ass and fingering it. His tongue circled my hole, wet and insistent, while two thick fingers pushed inside and stretched me open. He teased me at first, working only the head in and out. He was huge. I was not sure I could take him, but he kept reassuring me and feeding me more and more. Within ten minutes he had all thirteen inches balls-deep in my hole. The burn turned into slick heat that made me moan loud enough to echo off the walls.

Then the fucking started. He bent me, twisted me, spun me, picked me up, and fucked me in every position. Between positions he let me taste my ass off his cock. I have always been able to cum through my ass and sometimes squirt, but nothing like this. I came twelve times in under an hour. Neither of us could believe how much cum my hole was producing. I was dripping wet and squirting every time he made me cum. He was incredible. Even though his cock destroyed me and my hole, I loved every second. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room while sweat ran down our bodies.

I wanted him to cum inside me, but he pulled out and shot all over my stretched hole and ass. I rubbed it into what was left of my ring. The hot spurts painted my skin and left me shaking, my own cock pulsing out one last weak spurt onto my stomach.

He spun around and put his cock, still covered in my ass cum, in front of my mouth and asked if I wanted to lick it clean. Hell yeah. I grabbed his ass, pulled him in, and licked every inch clean, including a couple of minutes eating his ass. I sucked the last drops from the head. We shared a long kiss and he was gone. The door clicked shut and left me alone with the smell of sex heavy in the air.

I will never forget that night, and neither will my hole. It took three days to recover from the fucking we had both needed so badly. Five hundred dollars for ninety minutes, well worth it. And thank you, Jessica, for that final push. Your constant screaming and name-calling turned me off women for good and made my decision a lot easier. My ass still ached days later, a reminder that sent fresh heat through me every time I sat down.