He's black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes.
He knows there's no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself.
He's winning.
He hails a cab. "Where's going," the cab driver asks. "Home," he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand is now in my lap, my left hand is in his.
My emerging erection provides a sense of direction (rhymes). He leans into me, slaps my cheek playfully with his hand, kisses. My erection is pleased. I feel his boner through his pants, undo his zipper, get hold of his uppity dick.
"That's what I need," I think.
"That's what you need," he says.
The taxi stops in chique neighborhood, town houses. Dawn is in the air.
"I'd like to join you," the cab driver says, apparently meaning it, the poor guy.
"Next time," my black trick replies as he gets out, pushing his dick back into its briefs in an awkward gesture, raising the zipper perfunctorily, the cab driver noticing. His envy shows in the emerging daylight.
An expensive main door with polished brass ornaments opens on a flight of steps, a large room, more space, a bedroom. He draws the curtains.
"I need a shower first," I say. He puts his hand on my shoulder, gives me this appreciative look.
"You're clean enough," he answers.
He's getting ceremonial now, embracing me, smacking a wet kiss on my lips, hunkering down, undoing my belt, unzipping my pants, like in a porn flick. He fondles my penis appreciatively.
"We're good," he says, and strips himself.
"Lie down," he says, and points with his dick to the bedroom, "I need to pee."
I'm on his bed now, with my butts --- my best part --- pointing to the ceiling.
"You seem to know what I want," he states casually as he enters the room. I lean on my forearm and turn my head.
His enormous member is throbbing slightly, pointing skyward, higher forces are involved.
He gets hold of his dick, slips a condom, brings it back into a lateral position. A casual spit in the direction of my anus, another casual spit onto the jonny.
He's ready.
The room explodes in a yell, my yell, I realize a split second later, as lightening is striking my abdomen.
"No," I scream, "no, you are too big, man."
"Relax," he says, holding still, his dick still in position.