Chapter 6

“You should stick around and find out,” he replied, and grabbed the already-hard shaft that was hidden under his denim jeans, between his thick thighs.

“Trust me, guy…I’m not leaving.”

“Then let the unloading begin.”

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“Are you ready for this, Schwartz?” I asked my reflection in Kintano’s bathroom mirror, needing a moment to myself. I had told my date that I had to take a piss and he escorted me to his bathroom. And there I was being a lunatic, having an entire conversation with myself.

I couldn’t remember the last time I took a ride on black dick, but I could recall that I enjoyed it. The difference between dark dick and white dick was elementary. Black dick was usually thicker and longer with pulsing veins and a big fat dome on top. The white dick that I had wasn’t at all memorable. Plus, black dudes knew how to use their equipment, but white guys didn’t and always left me unsatisfied.