The Kick Stand

Summers in Texas are a fucking bitch for business. Being a florist, summer always tends to panic me that I’m not going to make bills for the month so I keep really busy to keep from thinking about it. I’d cleaned the shop till it gleamed, rearranged the showroom, did some paper work until I was blue in the face so I sat down at my computer and looked online for guys to talk to. Hell, I was single, over 21 and why not. I was in a chat room and not much was going on when a blind message pops up.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much, what about you?”

“I like your profile”

“Thanks. Yours could use a little help. Blank, isn’t telling me much”

“I don’t publish my business for all to see, I pick out guys I wanna talk to and go from there”

The conversation started from there and we talked for a little while until I had to get up and do a little work, so I said my good bye’s. Thinking I’d most likely never hear from him again, I didn’t think anything about him other than he was interesting to talk to. Later that evening I was back online and he hits me again and once again we are talking. He tells me he’s a veteran not long back from the Middle East. So I’m thinking he could be any age from 20 something to 40. Still a little cryptic in giving out information about himself, seems really protective. It was getting late so I said good night and of to bed I went. This odd little conversation kept going for nearly a week and as I hadn’t had anyone els snooping around, so we talked. Finally, one night it got a little sexual.

“Can I call you?”

“Sure, my number is 123-456-7890” and seconds later my phone is ringing. I answer and I discover the deepest sexy voice I’d heard in years. My profile was really up front, he knew I was a total bottom, mild to a little wild and up for most anything, just ask. I even had pictures posted and didn’t mind sharing my R & X rated. He knew what I looked like naked, he’d seen my hard cock and my ass, he’d even seen my ass with a big cock stuck in it. I never beat around the bush about what I liked and what I wanted. But still I didn’t know what he looked like. I’m thinking I’m gonna just have a little phone sex, beat off and go to bed and as slow as it had been that week, I was taking anything I could get. But I was wrong.

“I’d really like to fuck you” he said, things are looking up, or are they?

“I still don’t know what you look like, so I’m gonna need to see something first”

“Well, I need to tell you something first, I’m black…”

“Is that supposed to scare me off? I don’t care about that stuff, you just have a better tan than I do” He laughed at that.

“Some white guys wouldn’t even consider doing anything with a black guy and by the way. I’m way darker then tan, I’m more the shade of bitter sweet chocolate, you know real dark chocolate”

“Once again, that has never bothered me a bit. I’ve been with all kinds of guys in many colors and from many countries. I love men and unless you have the three major strikes, you're in”

Ok’ I’m a little scared of the question but what are the three strikes?”

“First of all, rotted or bad teeth, can’t fake it, makes me want to throw up”

“Check, I have excellent teeth. Next?”

“Fat. I’m not talking your average guy with 10 or even 20 extra pounds. I’m talking Huge belly that can’t even see his own dick. Not interested”

“Check, former military. I’m still in good condition. Next?”

“Most important to me as a bottom that likes a good fucking, No below average cock. I’ll be very honest, I’m a size queen and a guy with a little nub isn’t getting near my ass”

“Let’s just say, you won’t be disappointed. No one has ever complained. You know what they say about black guys”

“Well, that’s not always true. I’ve seen many a black guy with less cock than I have and I’m just John Q Average in size”

“Like I said, you won’t be disappointed. Check your computer, I sent you a few pictures”

I pulled them up and sure enough, he was very dark skinned but he was really handsome and seemingly very fit. He was fully dressed so I didn’t see much skin just his face but like I said, he was hot looking.

“Arn’t you going to show me more?” I asked, I was more than interested.

“I’d rather show you in person, with you on your knees right before I slip it between your lips”

“So why me? What made you decide to hit on me? From what I can tell, your rather built and you’re very good looking. I mean I’m no troll but I’m older than you, average build, nothing outstanding”

“You’re really open about yourself and what you want and like. I like your face, I like your mouth with that little overbite. I’m betting it will look even better with my cock in it. I loved the fact you sent me a pic of some guys cock fucking your ass. I’ve looked at that pic several times and I want to feel that ass wrapped around my cock. I get the feeling you like to get fucked as much as I like to fuck. So, are you going to let me fuck you and if so, when?”

“You wanna come over tonight?”

I told him my address and he said he’d be over soon. I jumped up and hopped in the shower to clean up for him. By this time I was so fucking horny and my cock was hard as a rock. I hope he wasn’t pulling my leg about his cock, I need this really bad after the hot talk. Soon I hear him open the foyer door below, coming up the stairs and he was knocking at my apartment door. Dressed in a robe, I answered the door. Man was I surprised, not only was the man good looking but he was fucking tiny! I’m just over 6 foot tall and I’m betting I’m over a foot taller than he is! He didn’t say a word about this but he’s so fucking handsome. 

“Come on in”

He steps up to me and opens my robe as I stand in my door. Running his warm strong hands over my naked body. He’s in skin tight shorts and a muscle shirt, leaving little to the imagination but not showing any cock in his shorts. I pulling him into my living room, he steps in and shuts the door behind him and starts peeling off his shirt as he pulls me down to my knees. I’m looking at his ripped body and then I see it, a huge scar. It was huge and jagged across the most stunningly beautiful rippeling 8 pack. His abs were incredible but that scaring was a bit of a shock. I put my fingertips on it and looked up into his handsome face, questioning. 

“That’s why I’m not still in the Middle East. It’s a shrapnel wound. Are you ok with this?”

“Are you kidding? You’re beautiful!” He had many smaller smaller scars across his torso. The injury must have been really bad from the looks of all the scaring but it didn’t hide the fact that he was built. Not an ounce of fat on him at all, the scaring even seemed beautiful on his perfect body. I pull his shorts down and discover a stark white jock strap. I reach for the  strap and pull it down and then I got another shock. In another story I told about the biggest cock in New Orleans, well, this one was just as big but this time the man swinging that club wasn’t bigger than me he was a tiny man with a big cock so it looked even bigger on him. That thing popped out of his jock and slapped against my face and all I could think was, “HOLY FUCK! THE MAN HAS A KICK STAND!”

To be continued