The Cock-Ring

He’d grown up in a privileged existence as the son of a diplomat in Zambia. The lifestyle was very colonial. He’d had servants and house boys taking care of his every need for as long as he could remember. He never wanted for anything. He was rather spoiled. He was sent to boarding school from the age of 6.
Once he reached puberty he did what was expected of him and found himself a girlfriend from the sister school. They would see each other at the term dances where they would hold hands and sneak a kiss or two. He sometimes thought that he was more excited by the fact that it was forbidden then by the actual act.
At some stage during high school the boys started masturbating each other. It started as a joke/challenge and just seemed to carry on. This was his favorite part of school. He lived his days, waiting for those forbidden nights. The boys were always reassuring each other that this was normal and that they weren’t gay.
By the time he left school, he knew that he was more attracted to boys than girls. He decided to go on a working gab year with his British Visa to England. He managed to get a job working as an advertising intern which paid him enough that he could spend his weekends traveling around Europe.
He was in Amsterdam for the weekend. He stayed at his favorite back packers, Bobs backpackers where he always met the most interesting people from all over the world. A group of the gay guys he’d met this time had decided to go to a local gay bar called The Cock-Ring.
The club was pumping by the time they got there. They were already quite drunk as the drinks at the club were expensive so they bought booze at the bottle store and drank beforehand. He bought a long drink at the bar and took his time taking it all in. He noticed a very fit looking, dark African man staring at him from the other side of the bar. He looked as though he could be an Olympic swimmer. He picked up his drink and walked around to him.
They started chatting and ended up on the packed dance floor. The music was new to him. Their hands were exploring each other and soon they were kissing and grinding.
“Let’s get out of here. Where are you staying”
“Bobs Backpackers”
“Screw that, we’ll go to mine” He waved down a cab.
They were at his place in no time at all. From the outside, it looked just like every other house in the block. Inside was it was beautiful. He didn’t have much time to look around though. He had never been with a black man before. The fact that it was ‘forbidden’ was such a turn on. Their clothes were off in seconds. WOW!! Everything he’d ever heard about a black man was true. He loved the feel of him in his mouth. He could add both his hands too during the blow job. His hands looked almost normal sized against his Big Black Cock! It was so black it almost looked metallic with his spit glistening on it. After he swallowed his cock, it seemed to gain a new energy. He was fully gorged.
He parted his but cheeks with his perfectly manicured hands and proceeded to spit a big blob of spit on his throbbing manhole, and started teasing his hole with the head of his throbbing cock. He couldn’t take the teasing anymore so he thrust himself backwards onto his throbbing cock. They both gave out a grunt.
Once he adapted to the enormous piece of meat inside him, he Iubed it up and rode till neither of them could carry on.
“I need to grab something” the swimmer took a shoe sized box out of his cupboard. It was full of watches. He’d never seen a collection quite like that before. The swimmer took one out and brought it over. He strapped it on the base of his penis like a cock ring. His penis seemed to swell to a new size. And it was so hard.
They had sex for hours. The raunchiest sex of his life (he knew it was amazing even though he’d only had a few partners previously), and intermittently a new watch was strapped onto his cock. The swimmer told him that he had had a watch fetish for years. Every time he strapped on a new watch (there were about 30), he took a photo for his online gay profile. He knew that this would never be a fetish of his but the entire newness and strangeness of the experience made it the hottest experience of his life. He left the next morning knowing that this was one that he would always remember but wasn’t sure that he’d be able to tell anyone about it.

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