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Black Cock at The AMC Universal City  

whitefag4black 47M
11 posts
12/19/2018 8:09 pm
Black Cock at The AMC Universal City

Black Cock at The AMC Universal City

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This past Sunday, a bunch of my former co-workers met up at Universal City Walk. This gathering is a tradition that we have maintained for more than 5 yeārz . We pick a spot for a family-style dinner, exchange small gifts and mementos, and update each other on what we have been up to over the past year. It’s a warm, friendly, easy time.





Buca di Beppo was not very busy and our party of 10 took up long table under a painted mural of a very odd bacchanal. The menu is heavy on American interpretations of Southern Italian favorites, as filtered through the the Boston - New York - Philadelphia corridor. The portions are huge, the flavors without a lot of depth, and a belief that life is better with an unremarkable red sauce and grated generic cheese. But we were there for the friendship, not the food.

I ordered a cup of soup and split a side of green beans with my officemate, Brandon. We chatted about his , wife and his sweet mom. It was great to catch up, laugh at private jokes, and we commiserated about evil bosses and current mean supervisors. Everyone at the table exchanged gifts, updated contact information and we played our annual raffle, with the winner getting their meal paid for by the rest of the party.





It was close to 7 and Brandon, Talisha, and Grant wanted to go see A Star is Born at the AMC Universal Cinema. It was within walking distance and we hustled over to the box office and quickly bought tickets. I was more interested in hanging out than watching a movie, but I only see these friends once a year, so I trailed along.

I held the door open for my friends and a couple that was also rushing to make a movie. The wife thanked me and the husband gave an affirmative head nod. They were a professional African-American couple, with appearances and demeanors that would lead me to believe that they were busy professionals getting a rare night away from the . My friends and the wife made their way to their respective shows, A Star is Born and Instant Family, while the husband and I went the snack bar. I bought an oversized bag of M&Ms that will last me a week and the aforementioned husband ordered a medium drink and popcorn.





The gentleman did the self-frisk: He put his hands in his front pockets, then back pockets, and patted down his blazer. He smacked his forehead, “My wife has my phone and wallet. I’ll be right back.” He turned to leave and I said, “I’ve got it.” He said no that’s okay, no , my wife is nearby… “My pleasure. Merry Christmas.” He shook my hand and thanked me. He went off to Instant Family and I went off to A Star is Born.





About 45 minutes into the film, I needed to use the restroom. I gave my M&Ms to Brandon to hold and quietly made my way out to the restroom. As I was coming out, I saw the same married Black Man walking towards the same restroom. He was closer and went in first. He was just getting ready to unzip, when I came in. We were alone.





He thanks me again for paying for the popcorn and the soft drink.
“It’s the holiday season, Sir. Honored to do it, Sir.”

He smiled and I stared to walk to a stall, as I knew if I pissed at a urinal near him, I would never pee as I would get hard and bothered. He started to unzip and I involuntarily turned around to look. He caught my eye and gave me a look that indicated he knew I might have jerked a cock or twø in my life. I went to the last stall, closed and locked the door, and put my phone on the grab bar. I unbuttoned and unzipped, sat down, and let out a few deep breaths.





Ī'ḿ not one for hooking up in public bathrooms. Too many risks, legal and otherwise, and I don’t want to interfere with someone requiring a few minutes for some personal needs. I don’t hang out in them and don’t find it really enticing. I usually go in, piss, take a dump or just wash my hands and then go on my way. Private bathrooms in office buildings, the secluded bath/shower at a resort, or a horny business owner with a non-public bathroom - sign me up. But not the stall at my local cinema.

I was looking down at the floor tile when I heard someone walking over. I raised my head and saw that the Black gentleman was looking through the crack between the door and the post. He was undoing his belt. I thought for a second and then reached over and opened the stall door. He walked in, looked out the door and then locked it. I stayed on the toilet. He stepped closer and I nodded and cracked a smile.





Unbuttoning and unzipping, his dick was out and hard, popping right out of his pants. He straddled over the toilet and put both hands on the sides of my head. He face fucked me at a medium speed, with precum leaking out immediately into my mouth. He was uncut and with smooth balls that hit my chin hard each time his dick went into my mouth. His cock was so big around that I had to strain to open my mouth wide enough.





He stood tall, almost in a military, at-attention-like posture. His cock was like a precision tool, pumping my mouth so much that spit was dripping down my chin. He closed his eyes, held my head and shuddered, a huge load busting into my mouth. The restroom door opened.

I pulled my feet up so it would appear as if there was only one person in the stall. He kept his dick in his mouth. I breathed out of my nose. The newcomer went to the urinal and pissed away. I continued to suck his dick, as it got softer in my mouth. The other guy was pissing f-o-r-e-v-e-r. The Black Man whispered, “Hey, I still need to pee.” He started to backup and I pulled him back toward me.





He looked perplexed and I licked the underside of his thick cock, while still in my mouth. I looked up and nodded. He whispered, “Really?,” and I nodded in the affirmative. Out came a stream of piss, slow and steady in my mouth. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and smiled broadly. He was in bliss.

The newcomer finished up, washing his hands and leaving. The Black Man finished. I wiped my mouth. He zipped, buttoned, and re-buckled his belt. He looked at me, with an expression that you usually see on someone after they have finished a particularly challenging workout or run 10 miles - totally spent and satisfied.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Thanks for the present, Sir.”

He nodded in the affirmative and left.


c0cksr1ng 61M
2960 posts
12/21/2018 6:59 am

I have always wondered just how big some of the basketball players cocks are like Mr. Oneal...I bet he is huge


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