Chapter 9

By the time the weekend got here I was more then bored!!!!

The apartment was now completely furnished with my things and I was actually pacing around, looking for something to do.

Since I was new to the area I had no idea where the 'hot spots' were and would walk around the neighborhood in search of something to do.

I spend Thursday at the movies, watching a movie I wasn't really interested in.

My mind kept wandering to Les' visit and the thoughts of being in bed with her and Jake. I was wet from just the thought of it.

After the movies I walked back to my apartment. On the way I passed a bar called "Jakes Place" and decided to see what it was like.

I went in and the first thing to hit me was the noise. Nothing too loud, but it permeated with country music and I loved country music. I'm a HUGE George Strait fan, along with Josh Turner, who's song "Long Black Train" was playing at that moment.

I sat at the bar and ordered a beer, then turned around and watched the crowd. There weren't a lot of people there and the dance floor was practically empty. As I turned back to the bar to get my beer I felt someone coming up behind me and turned around.

"Hello, pretty lady," came a nice, deep, southern drawl.

"Hello," I answered.

"My name is Jake, and I own this place."

"Good for you."

"I saw you sitting over here and thought you looked like you needed some company."

"I'm fine. But thank you just the same."

"Don't I even get to know your name?"

"Chris," I answered.

"Well, Chris, are you sure I can't talk you into a dance?"

I thought about it a minute. Perhaps I was being rude to the man, but I really wasn't interested. After thinking about it though I decided to accept his invitation and joined him on the floor.

Jake was a very nice, well educated, black man. He stood about 6'5" and I'd guess his weight around 225. Perhaps only a year or two older then me. From the feel of his body, as we danced close-to-close to a slow dance, I also surmised that he lifted weights. I'd find out I was right.

During the dance Jake kept trying to hold onto my butt and at first I resisted, pushing his hands back up to the middle of my back. He was persistant though and kept trying to cup my cheeks. Finally I let him. I was starting to feel horny and hadn't had anything since that short bout with Les, a couple of weeks ago now.

I looked into Jake's brown eyes and pulled his head to me and planted a nice wet kiss on his full lips. He readily returned the kiss, as we stood there dancing to the sound of Trace Adkins and "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk".

Before I realized it Jake had taken me to his 'office' and we were both in the process of shedding out clothes. I sat on the sofa and Jake stood in front of me. He was still in his briefs and I could tell he had a sizable 'package' for me. While I watched his groin he slowly pulled his briefs down and slowly revealed his 'package' to me.

Compared to Grandpa Ned and Sam, Jake had a average penis. Not huge by any sort of imagination, but plenty of thickness just the same. He was also uncut, meaning his foreskin was till intact. And man, did he have some foreskin attached to that cock! I've had plenty of uncut cocks in my short life, but never one with so much skin on it. The loose skin hung from his cockhead for perhaps 6 inches!

I grabbed his cock and began to work his skin back and forth, revealing his pinkish cockhead once the skin was pulled back far enough. As he got hard I watched to see how much of his skin would peel back from his cock. I was surprised to see that only about half of it was pulled back on his cock, leaving the rest to completely cover his cockhead. I physically had to pull back the rest to see his cockhead again.

My mouth began to water and I just had to taste that organ, to see how good it felt in my mouth. So, leaning forward on the sofa, I took his excess skin between my teeth and began to nibble on it. Once I had it all in my mouth I began to snake my tongue inside, licking around the covered head and tasting his meat for the first time. It had a nice sweet, tartish taste to it. I could tell that he kept himself nice and clean, as the taste of soap was present, but not enough to deter me from sucking on him.