It's been a while since I've been laid. I was looking at every guy like a starving lion perusing a gazelle grocery store. So when I saw the new safety guy at work, I took special interest. Every month we have a company send a rep to stock the safety boxes (the boxes with bandages, ointments...things you need in case of an emergency), they check the defibrillators and fire extinguishers. As I made my way around the corner I say a new person. 'Oh hello there!' I thought as I scoped out this ebony beauty. As a pale ginger, I've always been fascinated with guys with dark hair and dark eyes. And this ebony beauty checked all the boxes: he was taller than my six feet of height, wore thick black rimmed, very stylish glasses, had a 'high and tight' hair cut and wore a wool trench coat. He looked dapper, sexy and stylish all at the same time.
I made my way around and headed towards him, for no reason than to get a better look, of course. He finished whatever he was doing at the safety box, attached his pen to his clip board, and headed my direction. I've always been attracted to black men. As we walked closer to each other, he smiled a smile that was surrounded by dark skin, a sign of a thick amount of facial hair. As my eyes focused down, I noticed his shirt was unbuttoned more than usual, especially considering how cold it was outside. While I love a nice smooth chest on a black man, I was surprised, pleasantly so, but a thick mat of thick black chest hair! My knees went momentarily weak. He said "Hello" as we passed and I felt his baritone voice in my chest. I replied in kind, raising my eyes to his hazel eyes, framed by thick eye lashes.
I stopped next to him. "You need to check the fire extinguishers?" I asked.
"Sure do!"
"I have one the lab - did you get it yet?" I asked knowing he hadn't as I've been there all morning.
"Where's your office?" he asked. I pointed back to the corner of the building. "I'm not lucky enough to get a front office like everyone else." "Oh you're the red headed step child?" he asked, to which I pointed to my red hair.
"How'd you guess?" I asked. It seems he was trying to be funny without paying to much attention to me as he didn't notice my red hair. He laughed.
"Nope. Haven't been there yet today" he replied looking at his paperwork. "But I don't see it listed here." "No? Well I guarantee I have one. I swear!" I said taking a step closer to him, holding my hand up as if I were swearing in at court.
"We'', give me about ten or so minutes and I'll be back. Once I finish up here!"
"Great. I'll be there. I'm Kent" I said sticking my hand out.
"AJ" he said, shaking my hand.
"Good to meet ya. I guess I'll see you in a few minutes then" I said as I made my way past him. I counted to three seconds and turned around to look at him, only to see him do the same. Interested? I hoped.
Lunch time came and I grabbed some grapes from my bag when I heard a slight knock and saw the door open. AJ stuck his head in.
"Ready? Oh sorry. I didn't know you were at lunch. I can come back..." he started.
"No no come in. It's just some grapes" I said motioning him inside. "It's over here." I walked around the Mc Beth Booth light box. "Not a really good place for a fire extinguisher" he suggested.
"Agreed. Where would you...put it" I asked, as he took off his coat, draping it over the control box. I noticed his wide shoulders and tapered waist.
"Probably over by the door" he said, twisting so that his body was facing the door. I noticed his firm round ass as it tested the seam strength of those khakis.
He spun back around catching me admiring his rear. I knew I was busted but it still didn't make it any easier to formulate words in my brain. I just stood there staring at him, my mouth open. 'Say something, you moron!' my brain kept saying. But nothing. He smiled, looked me down and up, then turned to face me.
"Yeah, the front door, over there" he saying pointing with his thumb over his shoulder "would be the best place for it." He knew I was in to him, and he seemed to enjoy it. He reached down, and grabbed his clipboard. In doing so, his shirt opened up some and I could see down his glorious hairy chest a bit. Enough to cause my ginger cock to tingle. "So, I guess I should get to this extinguisher!" he said, pushing past me so close I could smell him. He smelled amazing.
"What's that you're wearing?" I asked, inappropriately.
"I don't know. Something I got for my birthday last week."
"Oh, happy belated BDay!" I said, as if we were on those terms at this point.
"Thanks" he said coldly.
"Get anything good?" I asked, pulling up a chair and taking a seat, somehow channeling inner strength at such an awkward experience.
"This and that, Nothing special other than the cologne" he said.
"Girlfriend has good taste" I said, assuming he wasn't married as he had no ring.
He laughed. "No, was my mom" he said proudly.
"Mom's got good taste then!"
He checked over the fire extinguisher and everything was fine, which I knew already. He grabbed his coat and clipboard and reached inside his jacket after putting it on. He wrote something on the back of a business card and handed it to me.
"Here's my number if you need anything else" he said with a smirk.
I went over to my desk, grabbed a card, wrote my number on the back of it and handed it to him.
"And here's mine if you think to check on that cologne. It smells great!" We were standing so close at this time I could almost feel his body heat.
"Great!" he said, sliding it in to his wallet. "I'll text it to you if I remember to check tonight. "Have a good day Kent" he said backing up, his hazel eyes locked on mine. I watched him walk out the door. What a bust, I thought!
Later that evening, while eating some mac-n-cheese, my phone dinged with a unfamiliar number. I opened the text. It read: Hey Kent, This is AJ from this afternoon. Here's a pic of the cologne you liked. I didn't even look at the type of cologne initially, I was just excited that he texted me. I replied a 'thanks'. He replied with an 'anytime. WYU2?' message. Seriously? Was this hot stranger engaging me? I replied 'eatin macncheese HBU?'.
He replied 'Mmmm sounds good. I love me some MnC!' 'Come on over, there's plenty ' I replied, feeling braver from behind a phone. My phone was silent as I stared at it, begging it to ding. Nothing. Then a ding. 'Dont tempt me!'
I wondered if it was said in jest or if he was serious. I contemplated how to reply, finally typing out:
'it might need some salt'
Lame.
My phone dinged again: 'I have salt'
I went for broke. I replied: 'well im n eastmor so if youre in the area youre welcomed over for salty mac-n-cheese!' I tossed my phone on to the table as if it had bitten me.
Then the phone dinged again: 'I hadnt eatn - whats your addy lol'
Calling his bluff, I typed in my address. My phone immediately responded with a message from AJ saying 'ill b there in twenty minutes'
What the....?!?!? Did I just set up a hook up? A date? Or invite some stranger to come to my place and murder me?!? I had plenty of time to think while in the shower.
As I dried off, I wondered if this was really a good idea, but then came the knock at the door. I grabbed the handled and went to open it and realized I don't have enough mac-n-cheese for him. I opened the door and there stood the dark skinned hunk I'd seen earlier in the day, same coat, but different clothes.
"Hey man! Come on in!" I offered stepping back as he stepped in. "Let me take your coat." He handed me his coat and I saw his body in the tight polo he was wearing. As it was good. Very good. I work out a few times a week and am not ashamed of my body (aside from either being ghost pale or apple red from a sun burn). I've seen some nice bodies in the gym, and I've seen some 'over done' bodies at the gym. AJ's biceps were larger than normal, but everything else was perfectly proportioned. I hung up his coat and said "I have to admit. I don't have any mac-n-cheese!"
"What?!? I came all this way!" He smiled. That's ok. Chinese?" he asked as he pulled out his phone.
"Sure. But let me" I said grabbing my phone off the table. "I'll get it since I invited you over on the pretense of mac-n-cheese! Orange chicken or General Tsao?"
"Oh the General. I like mine spicy!" he replied with a smirk. His beard had grown a lot throughout the day as it was much more visible than seven hours ago.
"Spicy is good. I think I'll get that, too!" I said, meeting him tit-for-tat. "Twenty to thirty minutes" I said motioning him to have a seat, which he did. We chatted as I flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch. I settled on a basketball game just to have background noise.
"So, you're a ginger, huh?" he said leaning back on the sofa.
"A lil' bit" I replied.
"My mom is a ginger, too!" he admitted.
"Really?" Now his hairy chest made more sense to my brain. Gingers are often times hairy, but their hair is finer than other people's hair. So him being more hairy that most black guys I've been with made more sense.
"That makes sense" I said without thinking.
"How's that?" he asked, honestly inquisitively. "Well, I mean.... uh...." "You mean my fat ass or my hairy chest?" he offered, pulling his polo open some, revealing glistening hair. "Well, yeah. Kinda'. I mean, I'm a ginger so I know about gingers" I said, trying to save face. "Yeah I noticed you noticing my juicy butt earlier today" he said with a laugh that filled the living room.
I felt the blood rush to my face.
"Don't worry, I know. Everyone notices. I'm used to it" he replied.
"It's not as if it's a bad thing!" Shut up Kent shut up! Which head was thinking in the conversation, the top one of the one in my jeans?
'Thank god' I thought as the delivery guy arrived knocking on the door. I grabbed the food and placed the bag on the table.
"I'm surprised you eat this stuff" he said as he walked up beside me.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"You're so fit. I saw you eating grapes earlier and just assumed you only ate fruits and organic shit."
He noticed my body? I felt my confidence grow.
"To be honest, you're the one with the nice body" I said trying to stroke his ego. Which seemed to work.
"Well I try" he said as he flexed his arms.
"Very nice!" I reaffirmed.
"Let's see your guns" he said grabbing my arms. I reluctantly flexed. "Damn - not bad ginger!" "Yeah, us gingers may not have a soul but we tend to do well with fitness!" "I know man, I know" We sat down and started on the Chinese. "What do you want to drink?" I asked 'Water for me." I poured me a glass then sat one down for him, walked up to him to pour it and smelled that cologne.
"Oh, you're wearing it" I said, standing closer.
"Yeah. Just for you. Think of it as a personal demo!" he said.
"I like personal demos" I said walking around him, admiring his wide shoulders.
We finished up the food as best we could. He helped me clean up.
"So, are you a hairy ginger too?" he asked. I swallowed hard.
"Kinda'" I replied, rinsing out my glass.
"You don't look it" he said, scrunching his eyebrows. "I bought dinner. You want a show, too!?!" I asked smirking. He chuckled.
"Of course! Come on, let's see" he said pulling at my shirt. I was a little shocked at his forwardness but also turned on.
"Come on man!" I laughed trying to push his hands away.
"Come on" he said pulling me close. "Let's see" The look in his eyes told me there was more at play here than just a simple dinner. His cologne was intoxicating. I swear I felt his hard on against my leg. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" I offered.
I pulled off my shirt. He looked me up and down and smiled. "Better than I imagined" he grinned as he removed his own shirt, then reached over and ran his hand through my small patch of chest hair. "Very nice!" he said.
I reached over and put my hand on his chest. His hair started right below his pecs and blossomed up in to a black forest of hair. I ran my hand up from his hard stomach to his chest, his chest hair feeling softer than I expected. With his other hand, he pulled mu ginger head to his mouth and punched his tongue in to my mouth with an almost violent motion. I could still taste the spiciness of his diner on his tongue. I reached around and wrapped my hands around his waist, feeling his back muscles moved under his silky skin.
I kissed down his neck, on to his furry chest, around to his dark nipples, causing him to moan, then I knelt down to his stomach. I ran my scruff across his hard stomach, unbuttoning his jeans, causing them to drop to the ground. His dark cock sprang out as he was wearing no underwear, which explains how I felt his cock earlier.
His cock was long and thick and jutted out from a dense bush of black hair. The head seemed to swell with each second getting larger and larger, while his hairy balls pulled up towards his body as the cooler air of the kitchen tickled them. I licked the base of his cock, running my tongue up to the encircle his dick head. I grabbed the base of his cock firmly, positioned his cock towards my face, licked my lips then slid his shaft in to my mouth. He tasted salty and sweet. His cock spread my mouth wider and wider with each inch I put in me, until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I couldn't breath but I didn't care.
With his cock shoved in my mouth, I opened my own jeans and started to jack myself. When he noticed, he pulled himself off of me, reached down and pulled me to my feet.
"You're not very hairy but you have a damn nice cock!" he commented as he bent down and placed his face in front of my cock. Looking up, he opened his mouth and slid me in him. His mouth was hot in temperature and hot from the spicy sauce. Instantly he started working my cock like a mad man. It wasn't long until I was grasping the kitchen counter ready to unload.
"Stop or I'm gonna' bust!" I yelled, which only made him worked harder. I grabbed his head and forced him down on to me as I unloaded my ginger seed deep in to his throat. He swallowed every bit, twirling his tongue around my spent and sensitive dick head. He stood up, my cock popping out of his mouth. He pointed his dark meat stick at my stomach and plastered me with his own cum as he screamed like a man in pain.
After a couple of minutes catching out breath, I felt his cooling semen running down my stomach in to my own pubes as my cock hung, softening, dripping what was left of my own cum on the floor.
"I think I need to clean up" I muttered, legs weak.
He grabbed his cock and smacked my stomach with it, splattering his cum everywhere.
"Yeah. Let's get a shower" he suggested, his hairy chest still heaving as he was catching his breath.
"Together?" I asked.
"Of course!" he said as he bent down and licked some of his own cum off my stomach.
He followed me in to the shower. I just hoped I had enough hot water.
