The Salt and Pepper Hunt Club

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I am a married white male in my fifties, and I’ve been a fan of cuckold, creampie and bisexual stories for many years, ever since my wife lost all interest in sex. I have also written many stories on those topics, and I guess that is just my way of getting a little sexual release without taking the risks of trying to meet with another woman or man.One thing that I’ve noticed is that many of the stories and fantasies involve white couples seeking black men with big cocks to fuck their wives, and a lot of white men also actively seek black cocks to suck. Some of my favorite fantasies involve mature, married black men, but I had never actually experienced sex with anyone except my wife.My name is Ed, and this story describes a life-changing experience I had just this past year, when I joined a hunting club that has white and black members.My wife and I moved to Denver about twenty years ago, due to a job transfer with the high-tech company that I worked for in California. It seemed like I was always so focused on my family and career, that I never took the time to find any hobbies for myself. But after our children were raised and out of the house, I started looking for an activity that would allow me to enjoy the beautiful outdoors here in Colorado. I had done a little reading on hunting in our state, and even though I had no previous experience with firearms of any kind, I decided to give hunting a try.I searched the internet to find a hunting club to join, and finally came across a listing for “The Salt and Pepper Hunt Club”. I found out that the name referred to the club’s preference for mature members in their forties and older, with gray or graying hair, but as it turned out, there are also both white and black members.That was just the type of club that I was looking for, because I preferred to associate with mature people. As you would expect, most of the members are men, but there are also a few women who belonged, some being the spouses of male members.The club has about one hundred members and meets monthly in a training room at a local gun shop, and the shop owner and some of his employees are also members. But just like any organization, not all the members show up at every meeting. Many of the meetings cover various firearm and hunting safety issues, but they also plan hunting trips and have parties for social interaction.There are also some special training meetings for people like me who had never handled a gun before, but those were just scheduled as needed. The club also usually assigns a mentor to new members who have no previous hunting experience, just to make sure they know all the safety rules.I had been a member of the club for about four months at the time of this story and had attended several monthly meetings and three special training sessions. One of the members, Leon Watson, who is also a gun smith at the shop, was my mentor, and he thought güvenilir bahis that I was doing very well in my training. Leon is a back man of fifty years old, five feet and ten inches tall, and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds, and he has a little beer belly.We got along very well, and had become friends, and I often stayed over after the meetings to watch him work on guns if he had any overtime work that needed to be done. We never had any discussions about sex, except for the usual guy talk about big breasts, wet pussies and fucking women.One night after a club meeting, I was sitting in the shop watching Leon work on a very complicated assault rifle that had been a real challenge for him. A spring and some other small parts had to be held in just a certain way to allow re-assembly of the weapon, and he had been trying for twenty minutes to get everything lined up correctly. He was holding the parts with his left hand and was finally ready to push everything into place, when he realized that the tool he needed was in the front pocket of his sweat pants.Leon said, “Ed, I need my tweezers to put these parts in place, but I put it in my left pocket a little while ago, and I can’t reach it with my right hand. I can’t let go of these parts without losing their positioning. Would you mind reaching into my front-left pants pocket and getting it for me?”I said, “Sure, Leon, no problem.”Leon’s request for me to reach into his front pocket seemed quite normal to me, especially since I had seen him struggling with those parts for so long. So, I stood slightly behind and to the left of him and reached into his pocket with my left hand. I noticed as I was moving my hand around in his pocket, trying to locate the tweezers that I felt through the material a warm and very thick object running down his left thigh, and it had to be his cock.I was a little embarrassed at touching his penis like that, but he didn’t say anything, so I continued pushing until I felt the tweezers at my fingers tips. I removed my hand with the tweezers between my fingers and felt that big piece of cock meat on the way out. I handed Leon the tweezers, and he didn’t say anything about me touching his cock. He just gave me a nod of thanks and a curious look and continued with his work. I had never touched another man’s cock before, and certainly not one that felt as large as Leon’s, and I must admit that it did excite me a little.I was at the shop with Leon again a couple of weeks later, after a special meeting, and I was helping him install a bracket on the inside of the door to a large gun safe that would be put on display in the store. He was standing in front of the safe with the door open, and the only way I had access to hold the bracket while he drilled and bolted it to the door, was for me to sit on the floor of the safe facing out.I sat in the door of the safe holding the bracket, as Leon güvenilir bahis siteleri moved closer to drill the hole. And as he stepped even closer to the opening, I realized that I was sitting in the perfect position for his crotch to be right at my face level.Leon was wearing his sweat pants again, and I didn’t think he realized just how close he was getting to my face, but I was beginning to smell the musky aroma of his crotch. I heard the drill start up, and then Leon stepped a little closer to me to get better leverage, and I then felt his huge cock pressing against my face. He just kept working as if he didn’t notice what was happening, and as I tried rotating my head to get away from his cock, I just ended up rubbing his meat all over my face.Leon stepped back a little as he finished mounting the bracket, and I was still a little flustered at what had just happened. I had never had a desire to touch another man’s cock, but now that I touched Leon’s dick with my hand a couple of weeks prior, and felt it’s thickness rubbing on my face, I was starting to get curious about what his cock looked like.Leon didn’t say a word about having pressed his cock up against my face. He just looked down at me with a smile and a raised one eyebrow as he said, “Thanks a lot, Ed; I couldn’t have gotten that thing in place without your help.”I was left to wonder whether “that thing” that he was talking about was the bracket or his big cock, but nothing else was said that night about what happened.There was another regular club meeting in three weeks, and that one was more for socializing than for discussing serious hunting issues. One of the members even provided a half-keg of beer, and we all had a good time drinking. Some members loosened things up by telling raunchy jokes and funny hunting stories. It was good to see everyone getting along so well, and I was especially pleased at the obvious racial harmony.There isn’t as much bigotry in the west as there is in some other parts of the country, and the members all seemed to be very close. The meeting broke up at about 9:00 pm, and some members gave others rides home because they had too much too drink.Most of the others had already left, and I was headed to the door, when Leon asked, “Hey, Ed, do you want to stay a little while longer and talk, and maybe have a little more beer?”Then I said, “Sure, Leon, I’d like that.”We each tapped another beer and sat down, and then Leon said, “You know, Ed; you’re not like a lot of the other white folks who join our club.”I was surprised to hear any kind of comment like that with racial overtones, and especially from Leon, and I asked, “What do you mean by that, Leon? I didn’t think our members gave much thought to racial differences.”Then he said, “Yes, I can tell that you aren’t aware of some of the things going on around here. It might surprise you to learn that some of the white iddaa siteleri men and couples that join our club are just trying to meet black men for sex. I can’t really explain it, but a lot of white people have fantasies about sucking and fucking big, black cocks, and our club is one of the few that strongly supports mixed membership.Many of the white couples you see here are having sex with our black members all the time, and the husbands enjoy being cuckolds to our big, black meat. There are also a few black cuckold couples who enjoy some large black meat sometimes, and some of the black wives really enjoy fucking a white face. A lot of those supposed “rides home” tonight were just an excuse for some of those white couples to get some black cock. Have you ever heard about that kind of interracial sex?”I said, “Yeah, I have heard about cuckolds before, and have even read some stories about white couples fucking black men, but I never knew for sure that it was true. What else goes on here?”Leon continued, “Well, it’s not just the couples who enjoy black sex. Some of the white men just enjoy sucking black cocks, without having their wives involved, and more of that goes on than you can imagine. Hell, once I got to know you better, I even tried to push you a little to see if you were interested, since you didn’t make any moves on your own. That day I asked you to get the tweezers from my pocket was just a way to give you a feel of my cock. But, when that didn’t spark your interest, I pushed my cock into your face that day we were assembling the gun safe, and still no reaction from you.”I responded to Leon’s comments about testing me by saying, “Damn, Leon, I thought it was just accidental when I had my hand in your pocket and when you stepped closer to me and rubbed your cock on my face.”Leon smiled and said, “Sorry to do that, man, but I was getting pretty horny and wanted a warm, white mouth to fuck. I haven’t had much action since I became your mentor, and we’ve been spending so much time together. Aren’t you even a little bit curious about what my cock looks and feels like?”I looked at Leon for a moment before responding and said, “I have never seen another man’s cock except in the gym showers and in pictures on the internet, and I’ve definitely never purposely touched another man’s cock. But I do have to admit that I did get a little excited rubbing up against your cock in your pocket, and then again when I felt its thickness against my face.”Leon had an even bigger smile on his face and said, “I’m really happy that I at least stirred up a little interest in you. Come on and take the next step. Sit next to me and put your hand down into my sweat pants and get a good feel of my cock.”All that conversation about big, black cocks, cuckold white couples, and white cock suckers was having an effect on me. I could hardly believe that I would do it, but I sat next to Leon, and as he held open the top of his pants, I slowly pushed my hand down to feel his meat. He must have taken his underwear off, or maybe he didn’t even wear any, because my fingers soon came into contact with the base of his big cock.

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