It was a dark, cold, and rainy late night in Detroit, and the rain didn't seem to let up. I was horny as hell tonight but I didn't want to leave. I took a long hot shower and tried to forget about my "problem", but that didn't seem to work.
I dried of and checked myself out in a mirror, which is something I don't usually do but I wasn't a bad looking brotha. I am 5ft. 11 inches dark chocolate complexion, with short curly black hair, thick juicy round ass, medium built with nice developed abs and long, strong, smooth legs that I got from running track back in high school.
Its not easy being alone, especially when you have "needs." Sexual needs, oh and other things too. My hand has been a good friend to me lately but for real, I want the real thing.
My fingers don't reach deep enough inside me to scratch the itch that burns in side me. After I put my robe on, I went to my living room and turned the fireplace on and played some soft jazz music, hope fully that would help.
As soon as my dick was going down, I hear a knock at the front door. "Now who the hell could that be knockin' on my door at fuckin' 11 o' clock."
I walked to the door and looked through the peephole and was shocked to see Antonio Cortez, a guy I was feening over from high school. "What was he doing here." I said to my self.
I opened the door and he was soaked in rainwater. "Hi sorry to bother you this late at night but my car broke down right front of your house, could I use your phone?" "Sure you can, my phone is over there" as I pointed. I let him in and closed the door. "Here let me give you a towel you must be cold." I said. "Thanks sir, Hopefully this wont take long."
I walked to the bathroom and got a few towels and started thinking about my past years with him. He has definitely grown a lot from those years and not only in height but more masculine also. He was always in my classes and he always sat in front of me.
He was so shy and cute his voice wasn't that deep back and he was skinny. When I tried to talk to him he would always look down at his shoes then back up to my eyes smiling with the beautiful white teeth. His eyes always twinkled when he smiled and that's what I loved about him. Along with his nice personality and that sexy Latin accent.
I walked back in the room to only find his jacket and sweater on the floor and jeans around his knees, (boxers still on unfortunately) and talking on the phone. My dick immediately sprung up and out of my robe and I quickly ran back into the bathroom.
Damn I'm so glad he was turned the other way. I guess all those years of being on the football team finally paid off cause he was looking damn good. Those arms and his back were thick and muscular and his thighs were huge.
My dick was still hard so I had to think nasty thoughts in order for it to go down. I grabbed the towels again and walked back in the room, this time keeping the robe tied tightly around me.
I heard him say bye and he looked disappointed. "What happened?" I said giving him the towels. "Well, the Repair shop is an hour away and.... It's closed." He said looking down then looking back up at me with those innocent eyes.
(Yeah he still had that shy attitude) "It wont be open till tomorrow morning." He said back down again. Man how the hell did I get so lucky? It was fate that this Latino prince was even in my living room, hopefully my bedroom soon.
"Well I guess you could stay here tonight, it wont be any trouble." I said. "Thank you, I could sleep on the couch if that's ok." It's actually a pullout bed, here let me give you some sheets." Damn what was I thinking? He should be sleeping with me, not on the fuckin' couch bed!
I went up to the closet and pulled out some bed sheets I found an extra robe tucked in side. As he was pullout the bed, I looked his nice physique moving fluidly in slow motion, turning me again.
This time I could control myself and went over to help him. He dried his hair out and his muscles glistened and contracted and I had to look away or I would of just raped him right there. I gave him the robe and I finally asked, " You don't remember me do you?" He looked at me for about for a minute and smiled.
"Yes I remember your face, but I'm terrible with names." "James Campbell" I said to him, smiling back. "Oh yeah I do remember you. You sat behind me in English class..." "... And Science and Math and History." I said interrupting him. "How did that happen?" He asked puzzled "Our seat arrangement was done by or last names so Campbell and Cortez..."
