I was straight my whole life. I was married to a beautiful woman for 8 years. We had 2 sons. We were divorced for about 2 years.
I was never really athletic. I've always been chubby and more into reading books and eating food than sports. It got worse later on in my marriage as I was now in my early 40's and my metabolism has slowed down significantly.
My ex wife Cheryl and I got divorced because she felt my libido was completely gone and I couldn't satisfy her anymore. I didn't argue with her. It was what it was. I knew I neglected her in the bedroom and rarely had any interest in her anymore.
We agreed to be civil and she got the house and the kids but I kept our house but I got the boat and lake house. She got the kids but I got to keep my Prius.
I ended up getting an apartment downtown Toronto where I could commute to work at my office in 15 minutes.
I signed up on Tinder and plenty of fish and even paid extra for E-Harmony. That didn't really end up going anywhere. I noticed most of the thicker, chubby White girls with pretty faces weren't interested in me.
They all said they were only into black guys. Some of them had pictures of their kids who were mulatto.
I started to doubt myself. My buddy Todd from work tried to invite me out a couple time to set me up with girls his girlfriend knew, but they all seems to not be into me because of my belly and obvious loss of confidence.
I ended up spending money on escorts a couple time's just to get my rocks off. I felt empty after.
After 2 years I was still single and kind of disillusioned with women and just spent a lot of time with my kids and buried my head in office work on my computer to keep myself occupied.
I couldn't even remember the last time I had an erection. I felt like my life at this point was just about going through the motions.
One day I was on the subway train to work and I left my briefcase on the train. I didn't even realize it because I was just in a hurry to get to work.
All of a sudden, just before I went on escalator I heard a thick African accent as a man yelled for me to stop.
I turned around and saw a tall dark skinned African man smiling at me holding my briefcase saying I'm his accent "sir, you forgot your briefcase".
I was so thankful I immediately grabbed it and shook his hand. I introduced myself as Walter. He introduced himself as Ezekiel.
He had a very thick accent and I asked him where he's from. He said he is from Nigeria and has been here less than a year. He works at a diamond mining company.
I for some reason was really interested in him. As he talked I looked at him. He was very attractive. He was about 6'4 and very athletic with defined muscles.
His skin was actually the darkest I've ever seen. Most of the black men I have known were from Jamaica and not that dark. Ezekiel was as dark as coal.
He was bald and his head was shiny and I noticed he had really full lips. He also had a really nice smile with big shiny white teeth that stood out. He also had really nice dark eyes that seemed to look right into my soul.
How else can you explain why I'm standing chatting with a complete stranger for like 10 minutes when I'm supposed to be rushing for work.
I ended up telling him I had to get to work. He said to me "Hey I'm new here, I need a friend. How about we go for dinner?"
As he looked into my eyes straight into my soul making my heart race like it hasn't in years. I said yes and he handed me his business card and told me to text him my number.
I got to work 25 minutes late. I told my boss I lost my briefcase as an excuse and since I was usually never late he let it slide. I grabbed my coffee and got to working on clients files on my computer.
I kept thinking about Ezekiel and how I felt so drawn to him. I didn't think it was a gay thing because I wasn't into guys ever.
I have always been into girls and although I never had much luck with girls because they want guys that look like The Rock and I have a build like Danny Devito.
Even my ex-wife kind of made sex seem like a chore because I wasn't what she wanted anymore towards the end of our marriage .
I remember finding a big black dildo shaped like a cock hidden in her night stand when I was looking for spare keys for the lake house.
Sometimes on our computer in our kitchen I'd see all this BBC stuff on the browsing history, I just assumed she was reading BBC news clips about Africa.
It was all coming back to me now and I remembered what all those girls on the dating apps said about only dating black guys.
I thought of Ezekiel and how he was probably the perfect example of what these women were all going for.
I kept on thinking about how he had my heart racing and so into talking to him. Usually I'm very standoffish when I'm riding public transit.
I never ever stop and chat to strangers and make myself late for work. I also wasn't in such a great upbeat mood in as long as I can remember.
In the afternoon after my board meeting I decided to text Ezekiel my number using the business card he gave me. He replied and asked me if I would try a new Greek restaurant he heard about that he wanted to try.
I eagerly said yes without even thinking about any prior engagements that night. That was uncharacteristic of me.
That night I was supposed to take my older son to his soccer game. But it completely slipped my mind.
I texted my wife and told her I had a late meeting with out of town clients and can't take him to his game. She chewed me out for it. I tuned it out and hung up.
That night we went for dinner at Grecco's taverna and ate like kings. I told him all about my failed marriage and my kids and soccer. He said he used to play soccer in Nigeria. He told me that he is 30 years old and has 1 son in Nigeria with his ex wife.
The more he told me about his life the more intrigued I got. Despite our 14 year age difference we meshed pretty well conversation wise.
I noticed when he would say something he would put his hand over mine and it sent electricity through me. I felt kind of giddy around him for some reason and as the drinks flowed I kept looking at him and the more I appreciated his beautiful dark features.
When the bill came he ended up paying for my dinner too. It was a $230 Bill. When I tried to pay the tip he laughed and put his hand around my waist and says "Hahahaha come on we go, I pay." and when he put his hand on my waist I was shaking from the excitement. What was happening to me?
He flagged down a can and practically pulled me into the cab with him. When we were in the back seat he had his arm around me and was holding my hand. I just thought maybe that's how Nigerians were, all touchy feely and I let it go because I didn't wanna offend him. YEAH RIGHT!!
That's just what I told myself. In reality it felt really good just to be held affectionately for the first time in however long. I actually enjoyed the smell of his cologne and natural scent and I felt content.
When the cab pulled up to Ezekiel's apartment I tried to pay the $26 cab fair with my credit card, Ezekiel simply put his hand over mine and said "NO,I pay".
We got up to his apartment and that's when it happened. We were on his couch and he had his arm around me again and he listened to me talk about my failed marriage and my bad luck with women, ECT...
I looked into his eyes and out of nowhere he put his finger over my mouth and hand under my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.
As soon as my lips touched his I started pecking his lips like crazy. Then instinctively I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to enter and I sucked on his tongue.
It was huge and invading but being kissed by him blew me away. I couldn't think straight. I was also harder than I have ever been in my life. Pre cum was oozing out of my dick through my khakis.
Ezekiel stood up in front of me on the couch and took his shirt off. His physique was like he was sculpted out of granite. Shiny black granite.
He had shredded abs and big shoulders and biceps and toned chest. I looked up in awe of this African god.
He walked closer to me on the couch and guided my trembling hands to his torso. I spent what seemed like an eternity rubbing my hands all over his body mesmerized by it's perfection and superiority.
He said "You want me, yes?" In a confident voice. I couldn't deny it anymore.
I whimpered and as I was stuttering and couldn't get my words out, my heart was racing like crazy and all I could do was nod my head frantically. He laughed and said "It's ok, you are mine now"
He stood away from the couch and pulled his pants down. He had a speedo that barely covered his cock. But I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see and this is what officially changed my life forever.
He took off his speedo and took his cock out. But his cock wasn't just any cock, it was gigantic.
He started stroking it in front of me and it got harder. I looked at it absolutely transfixed on it.
He asked if I wanted to touch it, I stuttered "ye ye ye yes ple ple please..." shaking and trembling before him.
He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled and said "It's ok, touch it"
I reached out for it and started to run my fingers along the tip of it. It was now in my hands as I started to stroke it and squeeze it and just explore it.
I've never even thought of touching another man's dick before yet I couldn't stop touching Ezekiel's. I felt it growing in my hand as I squeezed it.
It grew to be about 11 inches. I put my forearm next to it and it was literally as big as my wrist. He asked if I wanted another kiss and I nodded my head and he bent down and shoved his tongue down my throat.
Then he pulled me up without breaking the kiss, he pulled me to him kissing me passionately and picked me up in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist. I felt like a wife on her honeymoon. I loved it.
