The Adventures of Billy the Kid ... It was Midsummer’s Eve and I went to the beach. It was packed with groups of people around bonfires. Music was blasting from all directions: reggaeton, salsa, bachata, and the smell of alcohol was everywhere. As I walked further, the noise and the groups thinned out, and I saw some couples having sex. Just when I thought I’d reached the end of the party, I heard loud laughter from behind some dunes. I went closer, and what I saw turned me on. Around a bonfire, there were five black men with their dicks out, jerking off. It seemed like they were competing to see who had the biggest dick. I have to tell you, none of them were smaller than 22 or 23 centimeters, and they were thick, with cocks that glistened in the glow of the bonfire and the pre-seminal fluid oozing from them. I was stroking myself over my pants when I heard a voice behind me... “Well, well, the white guy likes dicks.” black women, and grabbing my arm, he led me to where the group was and threw me to the ground in the middle of them all. “Look what I found,” he said, “I was drooling watching you masturbate. Is it okay if I can see our cocks up close? And if I want to try them?” My mouth was watering and my cock was about to burst.

The Bonfire

They threw me to the sandy ground, between the legs of the five Black men. The heat of the bonfire burned my back, but I didn’t care. All I could see were those five Black cocks, erect, glistening, gigantic, pointing at me like cannons ready to fire.

“Look what we found, boys,” said the one who had grabbed me, a tall guy with dreadlocks and a predatory grin. “A white boy drooling over Black dicks. Right, little boy?”

I nodded, shameless, unashamed. My hand had already found my own cock, small and hard under the shorts I was wearing.

“He wants to try them,” continued the one with dreadlocks, grabbing my hair and guiding my head toward the nearest cock. “Don’t you, little faggot?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice high-pitched, youthful, excited. “Please, let me try them. All of them.”

The first one belonged to a muscular guy, his chest covered in tribal tattoos. Twenty-three centimeters, as thick as my wrist, with a vein throbbing visibly. I took it in both hands, small and white against his black flesh, and guided it to my mouth.