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. 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. The stranger's balls were two furry eggs which were begging to be fondled.
