I'd invited Marcus to the house for a beer and to watch the game. He worked in my building at the Space Center but we were only work acquaintances. Both of us loved sports so we would sometimes talk football on Mondays, usually lamenting the performance of our favorite team, the Ole Miss Rebels. Marcus had graduated from Ole Miss with a degree in computer forensics. His job involved answering trouble calls from our computer users. About a week before he had come to my office to help fix my PC. Marcus had the ability to look at a computer and restore deleted files and photos. I didn't know that until he mentioned to me that I should be careful at work. He had seen some gay porn that I had deleted.
Marcus said, I like you and don't want you to get in trouble. I used the conversation as an opportunity to invite him over to my apartment to watch football that Saturday. He showed up about ten minutes before kickoff. We sat and sipped on our beers and talked about work, family, and women. Marcus was married to a chubby but voluptuous white woman named Angie. I could tell he loved her and was proud of her and his son Marcus Jr. The game started and we sat back relaxing. From the corner of my eye, I saw him rubbing his crotch. Not scratching but rubbing it hard. I didn't say anything but eventually he said to me, "do you want to try this?" I looked up to see his bulge thru his nylon shorts. He smiled at me and motioned me over. I moved over to him my face flushed red and my heart racing. Marcus was blatantly offering me his big black cock...BBC for short.
