Let me set the stage. Our company formed a new division and I was sent to be the Controller. My wife and I have been separated for a many years but not divorced (religious thing). The new Operations Manager is a man in his early fifties, black. There are not many black me who are Operations Managers in my industry. So at that office we were the top of the management and our roles dictate that we work together, few if any major decisions can be implemented without a dual consensus, a control sort of thing.
Well time goes on, the operations are started up, we hire staff, a couple of engineers, an HR rep, secretaries, accountants, clerical staff, QA control, and a boat load of line personnel. Things are humming and right on budget we get our first run out the door. My Ops Manager and I work well together.
Then the shoe drops. It was a late night getting out quarterly reports which we both have to sign. We got to this small restaurant to get a bite and we order a bottle of wine. The place is small, maybe fifteen tables and we are in the back, I just never like sitting by the door. And quiet, the waiter is up front and my Ops Manager says he wants to say something and for me not to lose it. I brace myself that he is going to quit. But he reaches over and puts his hand on my mine and says "I Love YOU".
He comes out, totally and tells me that since he was in college he has always had a thing for white men, he has never gone black, he likes white men that are intelligent and cultured, soft. His hand is still on mine and he wants to know if I have feelings. All I can say is that I have never thought about it, it had never crossed my mind, except he still had my hand in his. He caresses my hand and repeats his statement about being in love and asks me to consider it. When we leave the restaurant and are walking back to our cars he puts his arm around my shoulder and says quite loud that he has been in love with me since we first met for this project.
At our cars, he is at my car door and I am standing there and he is asking me to go home with him, to follow him, he wants to follow through, to show me that he isn't saying things. He is holding my hand again and then starts to rub my arm, just one quick kiss and soft "I love you". Like a moth drawn to the light I follow him home. He is nice and polite, he shows me around, it is a small three bedroom with a nice master, not new but close to it. He has pictures of his family, of his days at Notre Dame, he shows me a picture of his grandmother with his arm around my shoulder telling me that I would like her, but she has a problem with white folks. Then the kiss, this time a real kiss and strong hug, two large men in their fifties kissing with his grandmother's picture in his hand.
He has a horse cock, what a massive thing, he is gentle with my cock, so small and white in his hand, his short kisses and long sucks, his horse cock large and in my hand, my white lips on his black skin. He promises to be gentle, he apologizes that he was born with it and he just has to make sure that I am ready for him. He is well prepared, he says that usually you only go with a condom on your first date but he was 100% sure that this was my very first date so no need for that, he puts some of the lube in my hand and asks me to lube up his cock and to kiss and lick off his precum, he reaches under me and starts to lube me up, he suggests that for my first time I lay forward and hold on to the pillow and hold my hips up and open, he promises again to be gentle.
His cock is huge and it feels like an hour for him to get it all the way in, talking to me bit by bit letting me know about his progress asking about my comfort, what do you say with a horse cock in your ass. There was no pain, just pressure and discomfort but pleasant pressure and the more the better, the further he went the better it felt. When he topped out and began his motions it felt good with every stroke, an amazing feeling really considering what was going on. He was gentle, I would remember from later occasions when he put on a full court press. He was gentle but insistent and I was compliant and enthralled, enjoying the feeling, the moment.
My friendship with him developed and we became fast friends and spent whole afternoons in the hot tub, he gives a great massage, over time I became totally uninhibited asking for special treatment, his horse cock becoming something to admire, to hold and to master, to face him while he showed me his feelings. It was easier to divorce my wife but I haven't been able to let myself move in with him. And of course, there is a control problem, if our special friendship is discovered one of us, or both us will have to leave.
