He delivered

My dasher delivered

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It was a typical Friday night in Atlanta. I had decided to not go out and to just have some food delivered to my room. I jumped in the shower while I waited for my food, as I was drying off I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door in my jockstrap, really not thinking anything of it.

There stood an image of perfection, He was about 6’5” 270lbs of solid chocolate, with a full beard, and shoulder length dreads.  He on a pair of basketball ball shoes and a wife beater, this man was tatted up. Face, neck, hands, arms and legs.

I could smell the freshly smoked blunt as he handed me my food. I always tip in cash, I turned around to put the food down and to get the cash. When I turned back around, I noticed his shorts were tented and I could see the outline of a thick and long dick.

I had to taste it, so I took a chance and grabbed his dick. He took the bait walked in the room, closed the door and I dropped to my knees as I pulled his shirts down. Instantly I could smell him, it was evident he hadn’t showered that day and that sent me into overdrive. I slid his dick in my mouth until I felt it hit my throat.

I slid off his dick and asked if He wanted it sloppy. He didn’t answer just grabbed my head and shoved his big dick down my throat. He held my head in place and I couldn’t breathe. Then he started fucking my throat hard and rough. He fucked my throat for a good 10 minutes until I felt him unload squirt after squirt of his nutt in my throat.

I was pulling off his dick and he grabbed my head and then I felt it. Piss! I tried to pull away because I’m not into piss play, but he held me there until he was finished, then he pushed me off his dick and told me he would be back in 2 hours……

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