The Black Mamba (Part 2)

I was among six other guys on the stretching floor waiting for the curtains to go up. Is it going to be a one-on-one game or a team sport? Every time the mamba pressed the like button on my profile I felt a drop in my pulse and experienced a new zone of excitement. On the one side, I was not willing to settle down until I got to see the face of the mamba, and on the other side, I was questioning my ability to charm this footlong creature. 

Since there were a few others in the room, I couldn't start a conversation. Finally, under the pretext of wearing my shoes, I got closer to the magician and his mamba. At an opportune moment, the suppressed mamba made a heroic appearance rising to the occasion and displaying its vigor and valor. It was not a hissing angry mamba, but a playful and joyous one waiting to be picked and caressed.

Bereft of words, I decided confirm his interest by flashing my mamba, which in comparison stood like a malnourished dwarf. Scared by its size and undecided whether to play with it or not, I left for the locker room to pick up my bag. The magician holding the tail of the mamba covering its fully aroused head followed me to the locker room. Not wanting to compete, converse or confront, I hurriedly came out of the gym, while my mind and legs was entangled in the beauty and beastliness of the mamba refusing to take the next step forward to my home. 

With our mambas taking a liking for each other, we had no choice, but to follow their desires and escort them to my house. He spent the next five minutes in my toilet getting ready for the show(off). 

On the way home, while discussing the likes of our mambas got excited. And his mamba longer than his shorts visually stimulated the passerby. I felt embarrassed to walk besides him and escort home the wild creature. Who will not get visually stimulated watching a foot long phallus longer than his work out shorts wiggling and squiggling in joy?   

It is true that tops can bottom when they see a more macho top. This is not considered as a sign of weakness or surrender, but a gesture in adoration, respect and pleasure. I sat on the floor like a whore charming the mammoth mamba with my hands, lips and tongue. Since I had not handled such a big one in 25 years of my lip service, it was daunting to begin with. 

I licked the him from the tail to head and finally popped his head inside my mouth. I was only able to fit his head in my mouth and rest of his body stood tall shinning in my dripping saliva that glistened against the evening sun on my living room couch. He stood erect accepting my lip service and collapsed in shyness when I rolled back his skin to enjoy the beauty of his head. This game of displaying power and conquering continued for next twenty minutes. And what soon followed was a mutual power play welcoming my 39 in 69! 

Unable to bear my tease the mamba commanded the magician overpower me and return the favor. We wrestled on the small couch, while blowing off each other's mamba with touch, love and care. 

I nudged mamba's smooth nuts with my nose and enjoyed the delicacy with my tongue. I took the tongue to bottom of mamba's pit and excited him with a few rounds of rimming. I fingered mamba's pit slowly with left index finger. The mamba and his pit was completely relaxed by now and they let me use two fingers now. Soon I overturned the mamba and let my little one take refuge in his pit. 

The finale was a visual spectacle. Magician's right hand played with the mamba, while the left became a cushion to my head. The mamba rose in excitement and commanded the magician pin me down. Between his legs, I helplessly watched the viswaroopa, which was both scary and entertaining. Mamba's hormones made him sway back and forth and when the magician hissed and cried in excitement I realized that he was also possessed by the mamba. From the above came a command and I opened my mouth and accepted the hot, white mamba juice with reverence. 

While the black magician washed up, the mamba coiled up for some rest before for their next show, I slowly came back to my world. To be honest, I was a little exhausted playing one-on-one with the mamba, though he confessed that he loves playing in group. My facial muscles were stretched and tired and this seemed like the best one in 25 years. Let's hope the best is yet to come. I felt proud with his visit and also acquiring a new skill: taming the beastly mamba and ready to take on more heads with joy and confidence. So, go and get your black mamba certification, if you are a novice.