One of my buddies put me on to a source for weed. The dude was a huge black man, over six feet and it looked like way over six feet. A solidly built man. The kind you wouldnt fuck with.
The first time I met him he was a kind of kind but forcefull individual. We didnt do any sales the first time. He wanted to meet with me to scope me out, cant be too carefull when you are doing any kind of drugs.
He gave me his beeper number.
I called him one night and he called me back and told me to come over to his place, It was in a seedy part of town, not someplace I would normally venture.
With a lot of trepidation I went. I really wanted some of his hot product.
I went to the addie I had, I was the only white guy in the neighborhood and I was feeling very scared.
I knocked on his door and I heard this mosterous growling and he came to the door, opened it commanded the dog to go and lay down. Which the dog did. But as he lay there he would growly low and deep and he never took his eyes off me.
The dude was much more likeable than the first time I met him. So much so that he gave me that getto hug and bump.
"You fraid of dat dog?
"AH, yeah, kind of. Could you put him in another room?"
"No dude! He's my protection and I never lock him up. But if you want to go into another room, come on back to my bedroom. We can close the door and you'll feel better."
"That's cool."
So we got up and went back to his bedroom. Dang it was cool he had a huge bed and a big TV on the wall. The room was really hot but just what you would expect from some kind of "TV pimp".
Maybe I shouldnt steriotype him. He laughed and said
"Kinda like what how you see in the movies huh, those white folk make us all look getto. Whaz up wit chou? You look scared."
I stuttered
"AH well kind of. I have never been in this part of town and you can look mighty tuff, I guess I am scared."
"No need ta be. We're safe here, that dog is trained to kill so aint no one gonna get in here. And the folk in the hood know if you wit me or in my house aint no one gonna fuck wit cha. You kinda hung up on all those white folk myths huh?"
"I guess I am, I dont mean to, but it's like all I've ever heard or seen."
"It's my guess you always wondered if the myths were true, in my case it is. I be a real thug, I fights a lot, which is why I be so big an muscled. Aint nobody ever fuck wit me and live to talk about it. When I wants sumpin I gets it. Don care who gets hurt, if it aint offered, me an ma dog takes it. I gots me a bad rep and I always gets my props."
I was checking out everything in the room, him included. He was 100% pure muscles, he was in a pair of cut off sweat pants and bare chested. He was pure black skined and his skin almost glistened. His thighs were as big around as my waist. Even his calves were huge. He seemed real fidgity and he was pacing around the room. My attention was draw to his butt, it was high up on his legs and even that looked like muscle big as a mellon. And when he would walk towards me I couldnt help but see a huge bulge as his dick bounced back and forth in his shorts. I could clearly see his cock outlined in his shorts. I'm not shitting it looked as big as my wrist.
He caught me looking and gave out an almost evil low laugh.
"See? Yuz still focused on all that steriotype shit. Not every Brutha's got a big ol dick. But in ma case itz a fact. Dis ol dick brung sum blood to lots of white bitch pussy. but dey all comes back fo mo. Once I even split a white boy's ass wide open when I jamed it up into his hole while I was in prison."He was rubbing his cock as he talked and it was getting even bigger, my eyes were getting bigger I just know. It's kind of like an automobile accident you dont want to look but you just have to. I had never seen anything like it.Each time he passed me while he as pacing it seemed he paced closer and closer to where I was sitting. And each time it looked like it was getting out and out hard. Next thing I knew he was standing still right in front of me. He was actually carressing it. There seemed to be a lot of pride and maybe even love the way he was touching it. It was begining to move up to the top of his shorts. This big old dick was all I could see, his hand slowly moving from the base of it right up to the head of it, this huge black hand was framed by the light grey sweats.
"Strange to look at,aint it? Most men want to check my out when I pissin in some men's room. They aint into fag shit but they are hypnotized at it. Ya wanna see it? I knows ya do all white folk do. Here let me show it to ya."
His thumbs were at the top of his shorts and they were sliding down those tree trunks that were called thighs.
"Look man that's cool and all, but I aint no fag, I aint no cocksucker."
"Well I dont much care if you are or if you ever will be, but right now I got an urge to push this black dick deep down your white throat. Just us talkin got me all worked up, and I can feels a nut building in ma balls. An what I tol you what aint offered; I take."
"You cant do that, I wont let you, I am gettin the fuck outa here!"
"AH you remember dat dog out there in the living room if he sees you without me, he's gonna chew up your lilly white ass. Memba how he growled when he saw you? That's why we came in here soz I could close the door and he wouldnt bother you. But dat kin change."
"Come on man, this aint cool!"
"Well it's only "AINT COOL" on your side of this dick, now you can either suck me off, face that dog out there or give me that white little ass of you'rn. But I gotta bust me a nutt. Maybe I'll let my dog fuck you up the ass, he's bad and aint been laid for some time, bet he'd rip that azz of yours wide open. OR, maybe you'd like to suck on his red dick seeins how you dont care for mine."
"Please dude, dont do this, pull our pants up."
"Too late now, it's out, now the next "out" is gonna be when I take it outa yo mouth. Dont look so scared I aint gonna push it down your throat. I want you to taste my cum on your tongue."
"Come on dude you can see theres even tears running down my face"
"I'm thinking maybe you would rather it was my juice and not your tears. Now here's how you do it, you do it at your own pace. I wont force it on you, but just memba it's me or the dog. So you can begin whenever ya wants."
He laid back on the foot of the bed, flipped his shorts all the way off. He spread his legs wide open an that dick looked like that tower in Paris. His figertips were holding it up and in place. He was layin back on his elbows, legs spread, cock up and with his other hand he lifted his finger up and crooked at me and then to his huge third arm.
"Get to it boi!"