So when you wake up on a Sunday morning, what does the rain do for you? I live in Milwaukee, and depending on the season it can do a few things for me, the main one being making me want to wake up out of bed, put on my robe and make a fresh pot of coffee, turn on the mini television in the kitchen to the news and break out breakfast items to make a meal from scratch. When I'm finished, it makes me then want to call the name of the guy I slept beside in order to wake him up, and he be greeted by my smile, my naked body, but most important, the aroma of what was prepared: eggs, bacon, biscuits, grits (or cream of wheat, depending on his preference), and of course, some chopped pineapple. My youngest daughter texted me the question of what rain does for me, and that was my answer, as she was completing a paper for a course she's taking to earn her masters.
"Dad, you're naughty to say the least," she mentioned over text.
"Young fawn, mind your business, as sometimes this handsome buck does what he have to do to entertain, and frankly, I don't judge you in your trysts, for you're now an excellent wife and even better mother to my three grandchildren. Now, are there any more questions you'd like to pose this morning at 6:15 a.m., LOL," I messaged in response.
Truth was, when she texted me I was butt naked in bed, stroking myself as I was reading up on profiles online. 51 degrees on this January Sunday morning showed on my phone, and I'd coincidentally there were raindrops beating on the rooftop of my home, and I was horny, as that was the real answer I should've given Arianna. I told her "I love her," and we stopped messaging as I was pondering getting up to make some coffee and watch the news, but the urge to get laid was on the table and couldn't be ignored.
"Hey man, you're up pretty early," said Purvis, this young, black bull. "What's your intentions this morning?"
"Depends upon what yours are. Lemme see that cock," I told him as this 41-year-old was super handsome, checking in at six foot five, 250 lbs.
He sent photos separately from his profile, which contains photos of him fully clothed, and donning a U.S. Marine uniform. Even in the threads, Purvis, the name he had on his profile, was stacked, with the wide arms, and slender middle, and horse thighs from what I could see. The dark chocolate complexioned stallion didn't look a bit over 25, but he confirmed his age when I saw some salt and pepper in his thick bush, covering the thick base of a thick cock that needed my thick lips wrapped around it.
"You like what you see," he asked me.
"I love what I see, Purvis, my God, man. How big are you," I asked him.
"I'm only seven inches, but you can see that I'm pretty thick," he told me.
Only seven inches? I hadn't been with anyone over four, maybe five, so for him to say that wasn't discerning. Guess he was being humble, but I was drooling, and my man pussy was twitching early in the morning as the rain fell harder.
"What's your plans this morning because I'll be real direct with you and say that I'm extremely horny," I told him.
He gave me his phone number and I called, getting lucky to hear the sweetest, most masculine voice, as he sounded like a southerner.
"Born and raised in North Carolina, just outside Asheville," he said to me.
I started to think about Clarence, the young, Navy dude that lived in Virginia who I was talking real hard to months prior to this moment, one who foolishly cut me off (he made it clear he still wanted to meet me, but he turned me off completely at this point). Clarence and I were supposed to meet in Asheville to experience the Biltmore mansion, and of course for him to fuck my brains out as I still fantasized of the hunk from just above Purvis' state.
"Maybe we could meet down there sometime, I will take you round my city," he told me. "For now though, I want a nice bear in my bed to cuddle, snuggle, and you know, do other things that's the prelude to what you're missing this morning," he said.
Purvis was a sexy gentleman of a beast, as those photos of his dick also reveal his bare body that confirmed all the muscles I noticed. I suggested he come over to my place.
"Drop your address in a text. I'm hanging up so I can take a shower. Just make sure your front door is unlocked," he said.
I hung up, took a leak in the bathroom, then went to unlock the front door, then play some soft music in the living room to reverberate through the entire house before getting on my knees at the edge of the bed, just patiently waiting as I played on my phone. 30 minutes later I heard my front door open, footsteps abound as they got louder as the person walked towards my bedroom, then a chuckle, right before I felt these strong hands spreading my fat ass cheeks, and a tongue dipping into my ass. Right then The Weekend's "Earned It," blared over the speakers, and this guy literally beat the inside of my hole to the rhythm, making my cunt gyrate, and goosebumps sprout across my body.
"Just giving you what you need," I heard him whisper as he made my toes curl devouring my hole.
