Hi, my name Is Omar, I'm a decent looking black guy, tall-ish, fairly muscular. Wear glasses and have short afro twist hair. I like to think my glasses make me look a little less intimidating, honestly, I don't think I look intimidating but I'm aware I radiate a certain presence. I'm 23 and recently graduated from university. But this story I'm about to tell you is from a few years ago, back at university at the heights of sexual exploration.
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I was 20 years old at University living with a roommate I hated and very, very stressed. I had started to accept my sexuality at this point but wasn't completely confident or 100% comfortable. But that didn't stop me from experimenting, after all, I was regularly horny and net gave me instant access to a slew of horny guys hungry for a BBC. One night after reaching my limit of my frustration trying to study while my inconsiderate roommate blasted music I decided to seek some relief and opened up net on my phone. Within a few seconds I got a thirsty message from someone, something along the lines of "Suck your fat cock dry," and needless to say his offer was appealing. I was dying to escape and he lived literally a block away so we exchanged pictures, I sent him a photo I already of my clearly visible dickprint in a pair of bright green shorts that made my already large member look huge and in return he sent me a faceless photo of his body In just underwear. He looked good, really good especially compared to what else net had to offer. He was fairly tall, about my height, with a slim physique that wasn't too skinny but still. I was certain I could outweigh him. I agreed to meet him and he sent me his address. After a quick shower, I headed out.
After about a 2-minute walk I arrived outside a tall apartment building. I sent him a message letting him know I was outside. A minute or two passed and he still hadn't replied, checked my phone and he had seen the message. In my mind, there were only two outcomes. I was either, A, going to get jumped and have a fight on my hands or, B, this was someone trolling me and there was no one for me to meet. Out of these options, I was hoping for the latter but still, I felt the adrenaline building up in anticipation. A moment later a group of guys descended the stairwell inside the building and exited, maybe 4 or 5 of them too many for me to take on in a fight, adrenaline flooded my body as they approached. Then, they just kept walking, right past me and down the street. I sighed deeply ready to head home, exhausted after my "almost" street brawl but that's when my phone buzzed. I checked it and the guy finally replied apologising for the hold-up and explaining that his friends took forever to leave. I smiled to myself realising what had happened and in reality, to anyone else that saw me I was the creep, in a dark hoodie hanging around the entrance to a building he clearly had no business being around, especially so late at night. I was still pretty horny so I accepted his apology and joked about him making it up to me. He buzzed me into the building told me
to head to the top floor, As I walked into the entrance and quickly noticed there was no elevator. The building must have been at least 8 stories tall! I really considered just walking away and going home, but sunk cost fallacy and all that, I was too invested not to see this through so a began my ascent.
After what felt like endless climbing, fuelled by horniness and the echoes of me questioning the accessibility for disabled people of the building, I made it to the top. The door of the stairwell led outside onto a balcony that stretched around the inner courtyard of the building connecting all the flats and the view of the city from here was stunning, city lights sparkling as far as the eye could see. I would have taken a quick photo but he was standing at his doorway a So I made my other
"Hey! I'm really sorry about the wait," he said as he invited me inside.
I noticed his voice wasn't very deep as he spoke, more importantly, he looked like the guy in the picture I saw. Swiftly giving him an ocular pat down I noted, he was pleasingly slim, maybe an inch shorter than me with messy brown hair reminiscent of the style popular with boyband popstars. He has nice full lips and his cheekbones were nicely defined and further accented by his light stubble
"It's cool," I said nonchalantly "How you doing?"
I asked as surveyed my surroundings. His apartment was a large open plan style loft. I wasn't very tidy but also wasn't unpresentable with a hand full of posters on the walls and a pride flag hanging in front of the window.
"I'm good, I had a couple drinks while my friends were here so I'm a little tipsy, I hope that's okay?" biting his lip as he asked.
"No worries, man, we all just wonna have a good time," a said smirking,
"Let's get this party started then," he said gesturing to the staircase just behind me.
I swiftly kicked off my shoes and followed him up to his bed, getting a nice long look at his surprisingly round ass on the way.
"Do you mind if I put on some music?" he asked already at his laptop.
"Nah, go for it,"
"Cool, I think it's nice just to have something on in the background," he said as he hit play and turned his attention back to me,
"You're really attractive," he said lightly biting his finger.
"Thanks," I took off my jacket and dropped it on the floor, giving him another smirk,
"Oh wow" he gasped, I was wearing a thin t-shirt and my jogging bottoms now. "Do you work out?" he asked stepping closer to me.
"Yeah, when I can" I gave my arms a little flex, I was glad I had been putting in as many hours in the gym as had