Take Ten

The first time I laid eyes on Frank, he was shadow-boxing in the park, his body a symphony of raw power and sculpted muscle. One crisp morning, he skipped rope with relentless rhythm, and my gaze locked on the impossible: no jockstrap restrained him. Each jump sent his cock flipping wildly inside those thin shorts—a beast a foot long and girthy as my wrist. I hardened instantly, untouched, mesmerized by that magnificent flop. No hesitation seized me; I dropped to my knees before him. Frank reached into his pants and unleashed the biggest cock I'd ever witnessed, a towering, throbbing monster too fucking enormous to fathom. I shoved my pants down, spat onto that veined shaft, slicking it with my saliva. He bent me over roughly, pressing the swollen head against my ass. The sheer size made me clench tight. In a gravelly growl, Frank commanded, 'You wanted this black power, and you're getting it—so relax and make it easy on yourself.'