I was wearing my black shirt that makes me look thinner, even though my body was on my profile. Tuesday finally arrived and I left the house. I had to wait two days to see him, but three to touch him. I'm pretty sure I gave myself rug burn rubbing myself so much. Tuesday, we'll meet for a drink at the bar.
Normally I do like my white boys on the thinner side, but your message got my dick hard, so I can use my imagination and let you have this body for a couple hours on Wednesday. If not, that's cool, you're still sexy as hell.'Ī few hours later, my phone dings with a message. I know I'm not your body type, but if you like attention, I got a blindfold and a willing mouth. Pardon my forward message, but I was looking at your profile, and you are one fine ass man! What I wouldn't give to worship that body for hours. I composed myself, and then a direct message. The picture was him standing in jeans and an open leather vest, with his chest and abs staring deep into my soul.
According to his picture, he was ripped beyond belief, muscles toned, about 6'4' and his dick size wasn't listed.
I was cruising my favorite site looking at profiles of sexy men near me when I came across this hot ass black man. This story is pure fiction (and maybe a little fantasy), all characters are fictional and above 18.