This story is just a dream and will most likely never come to reality, but who knows? The story is fictional but based on true events and a fantasy.
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Sometimes events can happen by chance. Sometimes events can happen because they were planned. What I am about to write is a story of me and the young man who treats my lawn. His name is Michael and is 25 years of age, very friendly and well built, and is black. When he showed up to do the first lawn treatment I found myself wondering what his black cock looked like and how big it is. It was only a fantasy that I never expected to actually happen. Although I never sucked a black man's cock it intrigues me to think about how it would feel with his penis in my mouth.
Michael did a very good job driving that little mower-like contraption that distributed the lawn mix. He was there because I called the company he worked for and paid for their service for one year and I lived in his service territory. A very friendly man, he always initiated a handshake when he first arrived and when he was finished and about to leave.
At first I didn't think much of it but when he arrived for the third application he not only shook my hand in a provocative way but he looked right into my eyes as if he was planning to someday be much more friendly to me. I've always been heterosexual with a wonderful wife for over thirty years. But the way that handsome black man looked at me made my dick start to twitch a little, which was unusual because it was the first time I had any reaction to another man.
Nothing more happened that day and before he left my wife came out with some lemonade for him. He gladly accepted it and after drinking it he was on his way. My wife commented on how friendly he seemed and I told her that he was always friendly with me and was quick to share with me what he did that day.
I guess it could be said that fate rang it's bell when I was home alone when Michael returned about three weeks later for the next application. We again shook hands when he got out of his truck and again the handshake was provocative but this time he held onto my hand longer. By provocative I mean it was a soothing handshake as he gripped my hand tightly and at the same time rubbed my hand in a way that was almost hypnotic. In fact he didn't let go of it right away and being much stronger than me I wasn't able to pull my hand from his. He squeezed very hard until I was forced to go down on my knees right in front of him. I could see a large bulge in his pants and found myself thinking that I just wanted to reach out and kiss his crotch.
This handsome dominant black man reached around with his left hand and forcefully pulled my head into his crotch where I could feel that black snake through his shorts. It was almost as if Michael read my mind and I wished his shorts and underwear were not on. I just wanted to lick him.
"Where's your wife?" he asked.
I replied that she's away for a few hours and wouldn't return until after six P.M., which was about four hours from then. I asked him why did he want to know that.
Michael then said, "Because I want to show you something in the back of my truck."
"What is it?" I asked.
He then said, "Let's go in there and find out."