Damian walked out into the sunlight and immediately felt the humidity in the air. The contrast from air conditioning to summer afternoon was like a rolling oven blast. Damian had thrown on a cotton Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of jean shorts, frayed at the cut offs. On his plump feet, he wore a pair of sandals. Today Damian was going commando. As the heat bounced off the asphalt, Damian felt it cook his nuts. The heat made them sag and jostle in his baggy shorts.
Damian found his truck and set the beers he had bought, in the passenger seat, turning the engine over and setting the fan to high. His AC had gone out a few weeks ago and driving the truck was hell. He had braved the drive today only because he had gotten a text from Marcus. It simply read "Cum over."
Damian put the truck in gear and gunned the engine, spreading his chunky legs to let his testicles breath. He undid the top three buttons on his Hawaiian shirt and his belly creased and jiggled as he drove, his dark skin beading with sweat. Damian was aware of sweat running down his legs as he drove, more so today. He had shaved his entire body that morning.
Damian enjoyed lathering himself with shaving cream, in the shower, and take a brand new razor, running the five blade tool around his puffy nipples, over his chest, down his armpits and over his pudgy stomach. With a hand held mirror he made smooth passes over his ass cheeks and ass crack, paying special attention to his taint. Then his legs and thighs. Finally, taking his avocado sized testicles in one hand, and carefully shaving them to smooth round brown veined perfection. The only hair on his body being a thick mass of pubic hair above his cock. A dense black V that pointed at his brown hooded fuck meat. With the heat, Damian's cock had grown to a flaccid eight inches and he felt it against his thigh, incredibly hot and tumescent.
Damian knew Marcus's address, and he pulled up to the secluded house on two wheels, heart and cock throbbing together. His body was slick in sweat. He climbed out of the Ford and dragged the case of beer. The sun beat on his bald head as he walked up the drive to the from door of Marcuses house, he felt his sweat slicked ass cheeks jiggle and bounce with every step. He knocked twice, and patted his cock into a more comfortable position in his shorts.
Marcus opened the front door wearing a bath-towel. His long cock outlined in the damp cloth. His massive frame took the whole door way and he undid his towel as way of welcome. Marcus was muscular with a proud ass and round hard belly, his age showed in the grey in his beard and his dreads. His age did not, however limit his lust. His cock was hanging down, a metal stud protruding from the dark slit on his purplish head. A pair of testicles almost as big as Damian's hung half way down to his tip. Marcus had a neatly trimmed carpet of curls for pubes. Oiled and shining, Damian could not wait to grind his fat ass on them.
Damian knew the procedure, he set the beers on the table inside the foyer and began to unbutton his shirt. Marcus watched, his cock rising and twitching ever so slightly.
Damian unbuttoned his rough jean shorts and shrugged his massive ass out of it, he felt his man tits jiggle as he knelt to help his left leg out of the shorts. Kicking them behind him he raised his hand above his head and spread his legs. Marcus opened a drawer on the table, surveying his toys. Watching Damian stand naked in his foyer, he closed in, and began to tweak his nipples, he cupped Damian's smooth nuts in his hand and squeezed, hot and slippery, his balls pulsed. All this was done with the front door wide open.
Marcus circled him, his cock bouncing off his own thighs, and inspected Damian's body.
Marcus slapped his ass cheeks and roughly grabbed hand fulls of black flesh. He stopped when he had done a full circle and then took Damian's hands in his hand, holding them above his head in one massive hand. He spit on his right hand and quickly slapped Damian's cock head, hard.
"Ah fuck!"
