Trembling with excitement, he fumbled with the stranger's zipper. He had waited so long for this, and he could barely contain his lust. The stranger had already stripped off his shirt, revealing a tanned and sculpted body rippling with powerful muscle. He felt his lust flare even more. The stranger's handsome face broke into a wicked grin. "See how bad you want my cock," he jeered. "Man, you're one hungry faggot..." he chuckled.
Finally, he managed to tug off the tight jeans. A skimpy pair of black underwear was all that concealed the stranger's cock. It made a big, obscene bulge in the thin fabric, which couldn't hide the thick, curly black pubic hair at the beginning at the waistband. It looked delicious. He reached for it, but the stranger grabbed his hand, menacingly. "Not so fast..." he said, tauntingly. Slowly, he sat on the couch and spread his powerful legs wide, invitingly.
"Beg for it," he said.
"Please, let me suck your cock. I need it bad," he said.
"You mean this?" the stranger teased, as he playfully grabbed the huge bulge. "Get on your fuckin' knees, bitch," the stranger commanded. He got on his knees, his face level with the bulge.
"Smell it, fucker," the stranger ordered. He inhaled deeply. The smell was heavenly – a musky and ripe mix of sweat and cum, and it further aroused his already incredibly horny senses. The stranger's hardening cock was now clearly visible as it strained within its tight confines. Unable to stand it any more, he pulled down the waistband of the skimpy bikini briefs, and the stranger's hard cock flounced out with such force that it hit his chin. He gasped in delight at the size and thickness of it – eight inches of brown, throbbing and veined suckling fun, protruding from a dense thicket of jet black cockfur, so hard and erect that it pointed directly in his face. The stranger's balls were two big, round furry eggs which somehow anchored the beautiful cock at its base, gathered and heavy in its loose, velvety pouch of skin. The magnificent eight inches was crowned with a big pink cockhead, which partly disappeared each time the stranger stroked his shaft as his uncut foreskin slid up and down, brown and pink...up and down...brown and pink...
"Don't you want to touch it...?" the stranger asked softly.
His heart pounded with excitement as he reached for it. Then, at first contact with the hard cock, he almost came just from touching it. The stranger's cock was hard as steel and hot to touch. As he clenched it in his fist and jerked it, the cock felt turgid and springy, like a well developed muscle. He wanted to masturbate it smoothly and erotically, but his unbridled excitement compelled him to grope it, to feel it and squeeze it. It was big and firm, and it felt so right in his hands. Clenching the cock in a crude fist-fuck, he watched in lustful fascination how the foreskin gathered at the top with each upward stroke, obscuring the cocktip. Then, as he stroked downward, the cocktip reemerged like a blooming rose. He did this quickly, then slowly, and the effect each time was different. The stranger chuckled softly in amusement.
