where he took off his suit-coat, shirt, undershirt, and tie, and entered again onto the floor stripped to the waist. He was in his middle forties in age, with a thick, well-muscled torso, heavy shoulders and arms, and a truly handsome head, with crisply curling dark hair cut short, rough-cut features, and a strong aquiline nose about a full sensuous mouth. It was very amazing to me to find that this man, an obviously good-looking, virile, masculine type, with no hint of effeminacy in his appearance, should be willing to boast before his fellow-members that he was a talented experienced, an ardent cock-sucker, and was willing to perform his bizarre accomplishments on a Negro entertainer while his colleagues watched. I doubt that he was really doing it to defend the honor of The Club against the challenge of the huge Negro. It seemed more probable that he was doing it for his own amusement and because he liked doing what he knew he did exceeding well.
The three men now started waiting in the center of the impromptu stage, wondering just how to start. The audience was alert and expectant, for this encore to the planned act promised to be even odder than they dared hope for, and it involved a competition between one of their own members and hired professionals. As the receiver of the challenge, the white man, known as Karl, set up some minor suggestions as to how they should operate.
Willy, the smaller Negro who had originally masqueraded as the girl half of the exotic dance-team, was placed in the middle. Hercules, (shortened to Herk) the huge black man with the Gargantuan cock, stood behind his partner, his fantastically large and unconquerable tool projecting out in front of him like some huge boom. And Karl, the smaller but well-developed white-man who had taken up their dare, crouched down in front of the passively receptive Willy. The Master of Ceremonies who had originally introduced the act came out and said that he would try to referee this present contest. Actual ejaculation of semen was to be the sole criterion of achieving the stated goal, and this meant that if Herk could shoot in Willy's ass before Karl, could make Willy spend, the immense Negro won, but if Karl could suck spurts of sperm from Willy's very sizable cock before Herk shot his load, the white man was the victor.
None of the men were touching each other as yet, but Herk's cock was already stiffened into readiness, a condition which it seemed to occupy most of the time. The referee asked if everyone was ready, and when all contestants nodded he blew a whistle and announced that the race was on.
Herk immediately plunged his huge weapon into the already prepared anus of Willy and began ramming it in and out with long, quick, powerful strokes. Karl eased up closer to Willy's cock and began feeling and fondling it gently but expertly even before he sucked the dark end of it into his mouth where his lips and tongue could go to work.
Karl had not been vainly boasting when he said that he had been studying practicing the arts and science of cock-sucking and was truly an expert. This meant much more than that he had sucked lots of cocks. It meant that he was fully aware of all the many factors involved in the process of oral stimulation of a man's penis to ejaculation.
He was intimately acquainted with the anatomy of all connected bodily structures. He knew the neurology and physiology of associated tissues and all their functions and interconnections. And, most important of all, he was well aware of the immense importance of psychological factors in any such contest as the one in which he was now involved.
As he went to work on the black cock which he had to drive into rigid spitting surging submission, he analyzed the problems he had to contend with. First, sheer novelty, if not of a frightening nature, was on his side. The idea of having his cock sucked in public by a rich, cultured white man was probably very exciting and morale- building for Willy who secretly was sure to be ashamed of his type of work and its lack of social acceptance. The fact that other rich white men were seeing him honored thus would also increase his excitement and make him spend sooner.
A less obvious factor in Karl's favor was the odd fact that Willy was not sexually excited before the race started, as Herk obviously was. It is strange but true, that the best and quickest sex results come from a steady rise in passion-pressure, from flaccid start to turgid explosion. Herk had been stiffened up in readiness for almost an hour now, and was probably more nearly ready to sag back into limp dejection than to press forward to ejaculation. It is harder to pick up an old erection than to start a whole new one, all other things being equal.
But the main thing in Karl's favor, as he well knew, was that all during the contest, Herk's huge pounding cock would be violently stimulating Willy's sex-fountain, his prostate gland. This triangular mass, situated around the base of every man's bladder, is just in front of the man's rectum, and any action within that rear tube transmits sensations and pressure to the sensitive gland within and helps build up the effective passions of the recipient. In this way, Willy would really have two men working on making him come, — Karl's superb oral and manual techniques, and Herk's brutal prostatic pummeling within his ass.
While Herk was heavily pounding in and out of his partners straining asshole, determined to win this bizarre contest, not only for his own glory, but to prove the basic and primitive superiority of his race over the effete whites, Karl's superior artistry, knowledge, and technique went to work, less spectacular, as seen by the onlookers, but very effective as judged by the recipient and the results.
With Willy's hardening cock between his lips, Karl worked on two well-established principles of sexual stimulation. He setup a definite rhythm with which Willy could work in helping, and he tried to keep his stimuli always progressing from mild to strong, with never a slackening period to cool the ardours and urges. Karl's hands stroked and pulled along the stiffening shaft of Willy's prick, his fingers intentionally digging and gripping into the bottom of the shaft where the urethral tube formed a supersensitive pathway to be traced and excited. Karl's hands gently but firmly held Willy's balls and scrotum and got them into the rhythmic ebb and flow of the motion.
Within his mouth, Karl was extremely careful not to make Willy even slightly nervous about being castrated or even hurt, by studiously avoiding even a hint of biting his cock. Such a frightening thought could lose the whole race. Instead of using his teeth, Karl concentrated his lips on keeping a pulsating tempo of suction on the swelling head of the cock he was working on, not smoothly continuous, but gently and excitingly surging with the other rhythms to which he was being subjected.
And the final and most important titillation to which he was being exposed was the superb artifices of Karl's tongue. This wonderfully expert and practised instrument of pleasure had a virtuosity and versatility of its own, backed up by abundant study and practical knowledge. Karl's tongue never left the head of Willy's prick. Stimulation of the shaft and balls was left to Karl's hands, but his tongue played an ever increasing obligato of ecstasy on the rigid dark pulsing head of the smaller Negro's prick. It wrapped around and slithered off in gliding hot wet strokes. It curled around another way and then vibrated off with a flourish that was pure unadulterated genius. In the terminal opening of the urethral meatus, Karl whirled and flicked and diddled his tongue with a speed and dexterity that was the mark of a truly dedicated artist demonstrating his remarkable abilities on a suitable subject. Never for a second was the artful tongue quiet in its continual search to provide Willy with newer and better thrills, but never was it critical or demanding of his responses to its work.
Willy was an old hand at being buggered by the huge salami of his partner, so this did not either worry or excite him particularly, even though the pummeling within did send surges through his loins. But looking down at the white man crouching before him really sent Willy as nothing ever had before. Imagine him, a male-whore, low- life nigger, ex-convict, stag-show entertainer, cop-hunted, always broke, derided as a queer by his fellow men for the most part, sneered at by women who considered him worse than the worst of their own kind. Here he was, in a fine white-man's club, having his cock sucked in public by a rich, smart, gentlemanly white man who seemed proud to do it. This was something!
Those expert fingers tugging and patting his balls just right. Not too hard so it hurt, but hard enough so it felt wonderful. And the line of pure pleasure which the same fingers kept tracing along the bottom of his rigid tool. Each time it felt almost as good as when the spurts of gism traced out the same path of ecstasy through the same tube. And the way those soft firm knowledgeable hands kept up just the right terrific rhythm along the whole shaft, as though frictioning his cock was the most important and interesting thing in the whole world.
And the way that man worked his mouth was like heaven ought to be. Those soft lips pulling on his cockhead in a dancing frolicking tempo that insisted sweetly on his shooting off between them. And that tongue which caressed and licked and diddled and thrilled and curled and flicked, always in just the right place and always at just the right time, and always just in the right rhythm as compared to all the other things that were happening. Somehow the tip end of his cock where the hole was, seemed to light up as if a holy flame was illuminating it, so sensitive and wonderful did it feel while this marvelous white-man worked on it.
And for Willy there never was a moment of let-down or stagnation. From the moment this Karl-man started,
