ark_knight
First Time Wanderer
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Samuel Freeman had what most boys his age will be jealous of. He was a senior at the local college, the captain and the quarterback of the varsity football team, he had his own swanky car that he drove around and he never had a problem getting his shaft shiny wet - no matter the woman or girl in question. He did work hard for it but he can't deny the genes that has been passed down. He was black, six foot three young man, with light brown eyes, short dark hair, and a lean but jacked swimmers body. He knows he draws the attention of a lot of women eye. Especially in the rich neighbourhood he lived in, where he was the only young black man showing off. He always thought he has worked hard for the body, why won't he show it off for the lovely white women.
The other reason for his confidence - well he wasn't afraid to show that off too. You just had to look lower to see that. Samuel had noticed that about when he hit middle school and was taking showers in the locker room that he was quite a bit bigger. In fact he was lot bigger and thicker then most of the other guys. When he was naive, he almost thought something was wrong with him down there. But very soon, he knew he almost had something of a superpower. Atleast other boys would have called it superpower. By the time he started having sex, there was a various amount of responses he got from girls. Some were visibly shook, some had even went out with him just to see if the outrageous rumours were true, and hell there was a minority of them that were just plain frightened by the thought of the enormous rod of meat, intimidated by the fact that it would stretch them out, but the girls who received the massive black sausage never really acted the same anymore. The rumours got so ridiculous that some college sluts would only agree to give Samuel a hand job, not even attempting to take a ride on his freakish asset because it might ruin their lifestyle and get them addicted to just one guy. Samuel had quickly moved on from the girls' his age to women who would be teaching him, mothers who had kids, wives who had husbands. He was convinced most wives were living a dull life devoid of fun. They could love their husbands all they want, but it was never enough to make them not buy lifeless dildos and vibrators.
Samuel lived with his parents in a really nice (and rich) neighbourhood. It was full with rich people and Samuel loved living there as the wives were really hot, some acting snobby, others acting all prim and proper. Most of them didn't work and spent their husbands money on shopping and on themselves. The classic trophy wives. Something Samuel never complained about. The more trophy wives, the better.
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On this particular afternoon, I decided to go for a run around the lovely neighborhood. The sun was out, but it wasn't too sunny. It felt just right for a nice little run. It was also the time most husbands were out at work. So, it was the prime time if I wanted to go after a particular doll. I had my basketball shorts on - no underwear of course and nothing on top either. I made sure I was showing my massive bulge (even while soft) and my rock hard chest along with the firm six pack abs to everyone watching me. I left my house and started jogging down the lane, looking around, checking out sexy housewives that were out and about, seeing if there were new faces in the neighborhood, and most importantly letting them see me, drink in the image of the black hunk who will their replace their dildos and will fuck their brains out - because their husbands were most certainly useless.
The other reason for his confidence - well he wasn't afraid to show that off too. You just had to look lower to see that. Samuel had noticed that about when he hit middle school and was taking showers in the locker room that he was quite a bit bigger. In fact he was lot bigger and thicker then most of the other guys. When he was naive, he almost thought something was wrong with him down there. But very soon, he knew he almost had something of a superpower. Atleast other boys would have called it superpower. By the time he started having sex, there was a various amount of responses he got from girls. Some were visibly shook, some had even went out with him just to see if the outrageous rumours were true, and hell there was a minority of them that were just plain frightened by the thought of the enormous rod of meat, intimidated by the fact that it would stretch them out, but the girls who received the massive black sausage never really acted the same anymore. The rumours got so ridiculous that some college sluts would only agree to give Samuel a hand job, not even attempting to take a ride on his freakish asset because it might ruin their lifestyle and get them addicted to just one guy. Samuel had quickly moved on from the girls' his age to women who would be teaching him, mothers who had kids, wives who had husbands. He was convinced most wives were living a dull life devoid of fun. They could love their husbands all they want, but it was never enough to make them not buy lifeless dildos and vibrators.
Samuel lived with his parents in a really nice (and rich) neighbourhood. It was full with rich people and Samuel loved living there as the wives were really hot, some acting snobby, others acting all prim and proper. Most of them didn't work and spent their husbands money on shopping and on themselves. The classic trophy wives. Something Samuel never complained about. The more trophy wives, the better.
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On this particular afternoon, I decided to go for a run around the lovely neighborhood. The sun was out, but it wasn't too sunny. It felt just right for a nice little run. It was also the time most husbands were out at work. So, it was the prime time if I wanted to go after a particular doll. I had my basketball shorts on - no underwear of course and nothing on top either. I made sure I was showing my massive bulge (even while soft) and my rock hard chest along with the firm six pack abs to everyone watching me. I left my house and started jogging down the lane, looking around, checking out sexy housewives that were out and about, seeing if there were new faces in the neighborhood, and most importantly letting them see me, drink in the image of the black hunk who will their replace their dildos and will fuck their brains out - because their husbands were most certainly useless.
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