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.

The Black Mamba (Part 1)

When the undershirt is longer than the shirt, we figuratively refer to it as Sunday being longer than Monday. I had no clue what else was going to be longer when I stepped into the gym on Saturday. Since I went an hour later than my regular work time, I was certain to miss some known faces and also expected a longer hour waiting to get on treadmills and machines. But sometimes we forget to understand a delay could also mean that luck is working in our favor and bringing the unexpected. 

To motivate and push my fitness level a notch up, I usually find a machine next to or across from a good looking and/or in-shape man. And today, to my surprise I found half a dozen empty machines, unfortunately they were all out of service, and I had to settle down for a machine next to a woman. Nevertheless, sometimes you don't realize that you can also draw inspiration when you find out that you are being a motivation for a few others around you. 

On social media it is direct and easy to hit the like button, but in a gym with overflowing adrenalin and testosterone one has to be careful and discreet. Our mind and body has devised ways to speak the unspoken language and to convey our sexual interests. For ex: repeated visual assaults in the name glancing, letting our hands nudge sleeping crotches or starring at them like a kid in a candy store, flashing a friendly smile, putting out tongues and wetting the outer lip are ways to show our interest and inclination.

During the 30 mins cardio, my mind was busy playing inky pinky ponky trying to choose between legs and laterals for today's work out. I quickly settled down for legs since there were a few good possibilities lurking in the vicinity. Choices in life come to a quick-end when good looking men are around. Since it was the weekend, I was in no hurry and didn't worry about finishing my work out within 75mins. Stretching it longer is one way of prolonging pleasure and there is nothing like working on legs and stretching the in between.

Though a few possibilities kept starring back at me, I didn't want to game to selection to end fast and pushed my luck to the stretching floor. Everyday the deer has to run faster than its fastest running predator to survive. While I was entering the gym that morning I had spotted a white athletic male in upper thirties and I saw him now on the stretching floor working out with a black man who had a fabulous body with almost zero percent fat.

Lying across from them, I was working on my lower abs and displayed a few yoga posture to entice the Caucasian male who seemed elusive. Not sure why I have never cultivated a taste for black cocks in my 25 years of sexual jubilation though I have heard footlong stories about them. Was it because I was scared of approaching them or afraid they might be carrying bugs? Lack of interest and experience with kept my focus on the white male. Realizing my indifference and lack of interest the black male started to cast his magical spell on me. 

As he stood up to have his arms stretched, I noticed something between his legs making a shy appearance. How can anyone ignore a footlong black mamba longer than his shorts wiggling and waiting to set itself free? When I looked around everyone's eyes (men and women) in the room were riveted on one object/subject of pleasure and excitement and was stay put trying to catch a glimpse of it without being noticed. Even the straight ones were caught in a dilemma trying to decide on their sexuality. That is the power of black magic! Come back next week to read details of taming the hissing black mamba!