Youre Not Ugly

Cory

Dammit Cory, get it together...

I'm so bored with my life, everything is the same. I want something new.

As I'm browsing through job applications, his words from the party last night keep running through my head.

Does he really think of himself that way?

Does he really think he's ugly?

I have to admit that most of the girls at work agree with his opinion of himself, but I beg to differ...

I think he has an amazing body, the times he's lifted up his shirt and I've noticed his treasure trail, that peek of his bush sticking out the front lining of his boxers, I tend to glide my tongue around in my mouth at the sight, just wondering how he tastes, dying to take in his scent.

Lord knows that's not the only thing, that's not it at all...his body is so defined, he's like a dark-skinned god, carved from onyx, with a slender body frame and the perfect muscle definition.

When he walks, it's mesmerizing, his tight muscle ass gripped firmly by his jeans, creating the perfect amount of bounce that makes my body grow warm and my mouth overwhelmingly curious.

I feel my dick jump in my flannel pajama pants at the thought of him.

I start to stiffen and can feel the pre-cum ooze out of my cock and start making me sticky as I reach my hand down to my crotch to adjust myself.

Searching for jobs... I'm supposed to be searching for jobs....

Hmm...

Work from home customer service... I can do that...

I begin to read the job description but my thoughts can't help but go back to the party last night, and Kobe, was he hitting on me?

Did I miss my chance?

I remember every one of his words. I keep replaying them in my head. I wanted to say more at the moment, but I didn't want to make the wrong move. I didn't want to push him away.

He said he wasn't gay, but that I was a cool person, an off-handed compliment, but who am I to complain? I'll take it.

He said he never did anything with a guy, but if he was drunk, he wouldn't mind if a guy grabbed his ass...

That's not something someone would say if they were uncomfortable with the thought of doing something outside of what they consider ordinary... especially if they knew what you were into... right?

Fuck, I want to grab that tight ass...

My hands are dying to clench onto both of his cheeks, spreading them rough and needily as far as his tight wranglers will allow.

Unh... Kobe...

I can't help it, I stick my hand into my pants and begin to stroke my uncut cock, closing my eyes and relishing in the moment, feeling the tight foreskin rub up and down the head of my now enlarged shaft and slowly dripping pre-cum into my tight briefs.

Ughhh... I can't help but grunt and try to control my breathing.

I lean back, still fully clothed, and continue to tug...

Fuck Kobe, I want to treat you the way you deserve. You're not ugly, you're fucking...

*ping*

Oh shit...

I quickly recollect myself and reach for my phone. I'm off today and I swear to God if they try to guilt me into coming in to cover a shift, it's not going to work, not today...

I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's not work, it's him... it's Kobe.

What the hell?!?

I forgot we even exchanged numbers; I don't know if it was because of the liquor; me trying to control myself around him, or getting lost in fantasy while he spoke. Either way, I'm happy we did, and I'm even happier he's reaching out right now.

I quickly open the text chain.

Kobe: Hey what's up, man?

I take a deep breath.

Okay, Cory, keep calm... play it cool...

I wait a moment to not seem too overly excited.

I type my reply.

Me: Hey Kobe, nothing, bored, crazy party last night, huh?

I see the chat bubbles get going immediately and I'm getting horny all over again... I wonder what he's wearing while he's typing to me. I wonder if he's wearing anything at all...

Kobe: Yeah, I maybe drank a little too much though ha-ha, yeah, I'm bored too. I know you mentioned you were off today. Got any plans?

I eagerly type my reply, no longer worried about seeming desperate. He obviously doesn't give a shit. He responded immediately. I guess those stupid social rules don't matter too much to him.

Me: Not really, probably just going to hang around my apartment, maybe cook dinner, been applying to jobs... you know, boring stuff...

He quickly responds.

Kobe: Oh really? No dates with any hot guys today? ;)

Really? He's interested in my dating life?

Too bad I don't have one, it's me, my hand, and my collection of toys for now, oh yeah and the guys in the videos ha-ha but I can't tell him that... I have to play it cool, I have to play it casual.

Me: No, lol not much luck in that department lately. What about you? Hanging out with any ladies tonight?

Ugh, that sounded dumb...

Kobe: Nah, nobody likes the ugly guy :(, but what are you planning on cooking? I heard you're excellent in the kitchen.

Wow, he really is making an effort to keep the conversation going. Maybe my intuition was right, maybe there is an interest there, maybe I'll be exploring that amazing physique soon, I want to, so badly.

I feel my cock twitch at the thought.

I think about what's in my fridge, which is practically nothing right now. I was probably just going to order in, but I can't tell him that. I want to impress him; I want him to want me to cook for him... so my best bet is to make something up.

Me: Well, I'm treating myself tonight. I'm making maple bourbon glazed scallops, a lobster risotto and garlic and parmesan roasted asparagus.

Kobe: Fuck, that sounds good, and you're making all this for just you? I mean, do you have enough for two? 😁

Omg, omg, I can't believe this is happening. A minute ago I was about to pleasure myself at the thought of being on my knees for this man and now he's basically asking to come over?

What in the entire fuck?

Did I manifest this shit?

Maybe the gurus are on to something...

I'm wasting time, I'm going down the rabbit hole, pull it together Cory...

Me: Yeah, totally. Would you wanna hang?

God, that sounded stupid. No wonder I'm single and barely get laid. He's probably over there laughing at me and my awkward responses.

Kobe: Yeah, honestly, I need to get out of the house, and I want to see if your cooking is as good as people say, which I'm pretty sure it is... what time works best for you?

I check the clock and it's still early, which is good because I'm going to need to order groceries and clean up a bit if he's really coming over.

Me: Around 6 good?

Kobe: 6 is perfect, I'll bring some tequila! 😉🍻

Me: Ok, see you then!

I text him my address and place my phone back on my desk.

Tequila?

Okay, this is not all in my head, he totally wants to fuck... and I'm ready, hopefully this liquor makes me stop being a nervous wreck so I can get on my knees and suck the sweet warm nectar out of his pulsating dick until his eyes roll back and body convulses in absolute pleasure.

The time goes by quickly as I get ready for Kobe to head over to my apartment. The grocery delivery comes, and I get everything prepped before taking a quick shower and cleaning up my apartment.

I choose something simple to wear just a plain black tank top to show off my tattoos and a loosely fitted pair of basketball shorts, just in case I'm misinterpreting everything, the last thing I want to do is to have something tight on, be drunk with a raging boner and have things go left field, so this, this is safe.

I make my way to my mirror to brush my short thick hair, the wave brush I have works wonders at adding definition to the tiny afro I have growing in at the moment and it gives me a little unique flair, in my opinion, an overall good purchase.

I put a bit of gloss on my lips, a trick I learned from my female friends. It makes my red lips really pop and highlights my goatee exceptionally well, which I've just shaven to perfection if you ask me...

The last touch is my new gauges, diamond studs that sparkle like a thousand tiny moon rocks, once again a great purchase.

I adjust my skull necklace and add a few sprays of my soapy cologne I bought for special occasions on all my sweet spots.

I step back and take one last look...

"Alright, Kobe, we're getting nasty tonight."

"The only thing I'm missing is being covered in your hot steamy load, and maybe your sweaty funk, hell, maybe even your spit, too. Who knows? Whatever you're fucking into... take it out on me tonight, you sexy fuck."

I can't get dinner done fast enough, and once everything is all set, I begin to lay out plates on the table and eagerly wait for that text message to come in, the one confirming he's finally here, the answer to my lusty desires.

It's not long before I hear my phone ping and Kobe makes me aware of his arrival. I type him instructions on how to get into my apartment and spray a bit of room freshener in the air to create the perfect ambiance.

The knock at the door sends a jolt of electricity surging through my body.

I can't believe he's here. I can't believe this is happening.

I open the door to see him standing there, and I try to remain calm as I take him in, he's wearing a tight white tee shirt that shows the definition of his perfect slim muscular frame, his dark skin glistening, most likely glazed with cocoa butter.

His gray sweatpants are equally tight and I can see his bulge through the fabric. I try not to stare, even though I have a feeling he's wearing this on purpose. He wants to tempt me; he is totally into this.

I try not to linger and stare, so I quickly invite him in and shut the door.

"Wow, it smells amazing in here." He comments with a smirk as he looks around my apartment.

"Thank you. I couldn't have you come over to a mess, you know."

"Ha-ha, I wouldn't have minded, to be honest, I just needed to get out of the house for a bit, plus it was cool talking to you the other night, so I thought maybe we could get to know each other better..."

"... and I brought the tequila, as promised." He waves the bottle in the air playfully and offers up a grin.

I can't help but think to myself, the tequila is not really what I'm worried about swallowing tonight.

I try to clean my thoughts up a bit before I pounce on him and give into my dirty urges.

"Yeah, it was a cool party, and thank you for the tequila... um, did you want to start with food? Scallops just aren't that great reheated." I force a nervous chuckle.

"Sure." He replies and I gesture him to the dining area to grab a seat.

I can't help but watch him as he walks over to my oak table. If I thought his ass looked great in his work jeans, goddamn, this is an upgrade.

Thank the lord he can't wear this ensemble to work because I'm not sure if I'd be able to control myself.

I look at how the sweatpants compliment his ass; the material seems to cling to his muscular definition so perfectly, as if he has nothing underneath. I can see his tight cheeks sway from side to side as he approaches the table and pulls out a chair.

The view is making me horny; I want to bury my face in him; I want to lick every inch of his ass, roll my tongue from cheek to cheek, spread them apart and tongue fuck his tight hole, making him whimper in pleasure, a pleasure I'm sure he's never experienced before.

"Hey!" He yells from the table.

"Why don't you take a shot with me first? I can't have you doing all this work just for me, at least a quick drink before dinner?" He gives me the most innocent grin, a grin I cannot resist.

I make my way over to the table and he opens the bottle, as I'm standing in front of him I can feel the intense energy between us, and I'm mesmerized by him as he lifts the bottle to his head and takes a more than generous swig.

His face is humorous as he tries to process the intensity of the alcohol he just consumed, and it causes me to chuckle.

"Your turn." He taps me on my thigh with the bottle, and that's when I notice how close I'm actually standing to him. Clearly, my body knows what it wants and is not trying to waste any time.

"This isn't my first rodeo, you know," I reply as I take the bottle from him and take my own large gulp of tequila.

"Fuck!" ...now I know why he was making that face.

"Ha-ha, not your first rodeo, eh?" he laughs, takes the bottle back, and places it on the dining room table.

"Okay, so how about those scallops?" he asks as he once again taps my thigh, this time no bottle in hand, and I wonder if he knows how close he was to touching my dick, is that what he was trying to do?

Slick bastard.

His smile is so innocent, it's so engaging, he's not ugly, he's unique.

"Right the scallops, On it!"

I smile back, grab my remote from my coffee table, and hand it to him. It might take a bit to plate everything up, so I want to keep him entertained.

"It might just take a few for me to get everything together, make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

"Okay, you know, Cory, you really are cool for a gay guy."

"Um, thanks I guess..." I chuckle.

"You know what I mean, I just don't have many... you're just cool... I mean... uh...thank you."

"No problem, I'll be right back." I respond as I make my way to the kitchen to get everything ready.

I feel like I can't get everything plated up quick enough. Fuck the food. I want him.

I want to be on my knees while he is ass naked, leaning against my dining room table, with his back arched, grunting and moaning in pleasure as I devour his cock ravenously.

I want him to grab the back of my head and become the alpha I know he is, the freak he has hidden.

I want him to grab a patch of my afro and fuck my face forcefully until I gag and spit is running down my chin and chest, soaking his balls with my saliva.

I want to hear nothing but his grunts of pleasure as his sack smacks loud and sloppily against my chin so vigorously that I'm grabbing onto his slightly hairy muscular cheeks and spreading them apart for support.

FUCK

When I finally get everything plated up, I feel like I can't make it back to the dining room fast enough, and when I finally get there, he's sitting there with his legs spread, chair pointed towards the TV, and taking another shot of tequila.

I wonder how many he's had. I wasn't in the kitchen that long, but I can't help but think of the comment he made the other night, that he wouldn't mind a guy grabbing his ass if he was drunk...

Well, keep drinking baby, if an ass grab is all I get, so be it, I'll fucking take it.

"Dinners ready!" I shout as I make my way to the dining room table with our food carefully laid out on decorative trays and silverware for both dining and serving.

I see his eyes become animated with excitement as he perks up and fixes his chair back toward the table.

"Wow, you made all of this? It looks incredible."

"I know I heard you can cook, but this, this is freaking unbelievable."

I know I'm blushing as I pull out my own seat next to him.

"Thank you," I reply, and I can hear the shaking in my voice.

"Okay, okay, before we dig in, one more shot?" he asks eagerly, once again shaking the bottle in the air. I'm starting to think that's one of his signature moves.

"Of course, why not!".

We both take another shot from the bottle, and finally start to eat as we make small talk.

"Where did you learn to cook like this man?"

"I don't know, just a hobby I guess, books, tutorials, that type of thing."

"Geez, I don't think it's only that, it's talent...I can tell you really put your heart into this."

"Well thank you," I reply, I can feel myself growing warm again, he's making me want him even more, if there's anything that turns me on, it's a charming guy and his compliments are really adding to the want to fuck you factor already lingering throughout my body.

"Yeah, how are you single? I would think guys would go crazy for you cooking like this," He says with a mouthful, still chewing and attempting to offer up a grin.

I can't help but laugh. "I don't know. I haven't found the right one, yet I guess."

"I'm telling you, if I was gay, bro, I would totally take you off the market."

"I wish."

"Huh?" he stops chewing.

"Oh nothing, I was just saying, I mean that would be, uh, cool... I mean, you're a cool guy."

Shit, damn tequila has me spilling my guts already.

He continues to eat, finishing the last bits on his plate.

"Well, I mean, who knows, maybe if you catch me at the right time..." he swallows his last bite, reaches for the tequila and takes a large swig.

"... who knows what might happen, you know?"

Shocked by his response, I forcefully swallow the bits of food I have in my mouth as well with a huge gulp that I am entirely sure is awkwardly audible.

"And how would I know when it is the right time?" I ask nervously.

I watch as he turns his chair toward me.

He leans forward and removes his shirt and tosses it to the ground beside him, and for the first time, I see his chest completely bare. It makes me insanely horny, seeing the full view, more than the bits and pieces I've snuck looks at during our work hours before.

His chest is chiseled in a slender, sexy way, his pecs super defined, and his nipples dark and glossy, surrounded by little patches of hair. I want to suck on them and tease him; I want to taste every single part of this tantalizing man.

"You're a smart guy. I think you'll know." I watch as he closes his eyes and reaches his hands into his sweatpants, I think I was right I don't think he has anything on underneath because as he slips his hand in I can see a rough patch of hair reveal itself quickly as he glides his hand across his length in his sweats.

"Cory?" He grunts, "Can I ask you something?".

I try to keep my pitch at a normal level and reply even though I feel my cock getting hard in my basketball shorts and my inner slutty side wanting to claw its way out of my forced behaved disposition.

"Yeah, of course Kobe, anything..." I blurt out awkwardly.

He groans.

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

That's it. I can't take it anymore. This man needs to know how bad I want him, how dirty I'm willing to get for him, how filthy I will be for him.

"I can show you the answer to that better than I can tell you..." I get up from my seat and kneel in front of him, I place my hands on his thighs and begin to massage him, my cock now aching and throbbing for him, my mouth wanting to be filled by his giant dick that I can now see is just as stiff in his sweatpants.

He opens his eyes, and we lock gazes. "Show me, Cory, I want you to show me."

Those are the only words I needed to hear.

I pull his hands out of his sweats and bury my face in his lap.

I can't help but take in a deep breath and my body is filled with a sense of craving as I finally take in his scent, I obey my body's wants and eagerly bask in his manly musk that I've been longing to sample secretly since the day I met him.

I want this to last, so I begin teasing him, kissing and sucking his dick through sweats and the twist and deep groans he's making sends me on a lustful spiral, I am enjoying every minute of being on my knees for this man, just as much as I thought I would, maybe even more.

"Okay, playtime is over." I don't even know where this side of me is coming from. Something has completely taken over me, this man, he has me hypnotized.

I remove his sweatpants and his dick springs to attention in front of me, and it's bigger than I imagined, this strong black dick in front of me waiting to be pleased, and me here ready to obey, ready to make it squirt, ready to make it pump sweet goo all over me, marking me as his.

I can't help but take him into my mouth slowly at first, massaging the head of his cock with my tongue in delicate swirls that I can tell are teasing him over the edge as his sticky cream drips slowly into my mouth helping to lubricate my mouth for him, marking his newly claimed pleasure zone.