I'm white, and my first experience with a black guy was at Club Orlando. He was older, maybe late 50's or 60, and just the nicest guy one could ever hope to meet. Very attentive and willing to go at a pace that was comfortable for me.
When he dropped his towel, my jaw damn near hit the floor. He was packing the biggest cock I had ever seen, and it wasn't even hard yet. I was intimidated, but immediately got on my knees. He rubbed that beautiful cock all over my face, which made me hard in seconds. I struggled to suck on it, but still enjoyed it thoroughly.
After about 10 minutes, he said to me "are you ready to lay back and give me your ass?" I was very concerned about it, but gave him an enthusiastic yes. He assured me he would take it slow, and he did.
As he finally got it all the way in, I felt like there was no way I could handle it thrusting in and out of me, but sure enough, his taking his time made all the difference in the world. He fucked me so good and hard that I had no control over what was coming out of my mouth.
After we finished, he said to me "I enjoyed being able to make you feel good, and I want to do it again if that's okay". Then he asked I would be there next week. I told him yes, and we saw each other every Tuesday (which was half price night) for about two months, then suddenly, he stopped showing up. The strange thing is, we never even knew each other's names.
It bums me out that we lost contact, but not only was I happy with the fact that he was the fuck of the century, but also his approach and demeanor.
It meant a lot to me.