All the Cock She Ever Wanted

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Lightning flashed across the dark sky as Steve lifted his travel bag from the open trunk of Crystal’s Taurus. He opened the door for her and said, “I see my new roomie is home. It will be raining cats and dogs by the time you get back to the Campus. You might as well come in for a drink or two, meet Jack, and we can watch TV or whatever until the storm passes. Thunder rolled ominously. Steve took Crystal’s hand and led her to up to the door of his apartment. He set the bag down and began fumbling for his keys. Suddenly, the light came on and the door swung open to reveal the huge black man behind it.

Crystal’s heart skipped a beat. She felt dominated, awed. Jack was not at all what she expected. At 6 feet 4 inches tall, he towered above her. She blushed as she looked up and her eyes met his. The man’s chest and abdomen rippled with muscles. His arms bulged beneath the short sleeves of his yellow T-shirt. His legs looked like tree trunks below his blue shorts.

“Thought I heard you two coming up the steps. You’re lucky you got here before the rain. You must be Crystal. I’m Jack.” Jack was gentle as he took the hand that crystal offered, but he held it just a moment longer than necessary, making Crystal the one to withdraw first.

The three walked into the living room as the rain began to beat down on the roof. Jack looked at Steve and said, “Well, Tell me. How did it go?

“You mean meeting Crystal’s folks? It went very well. They invited me back. They are real nice people.”

“They loved him.” Crystal interjected. “Mom even told me not to let him get away.”

“Well now. That’s cause for a celebration. I’ll go fix us some drinks.” Jack went into the kitchen.

Crystal couldn’t tear her eyes from his tight buns as he left the room.

“I’m going to go put this in the bedroom.” Steve said as he picked up his travel bag and headed for the bedroom.

“What do you do that keeps you in shape.” Crystal asked from the kitchen doorway.

“I mostly pump iron at the gym.”

“No sports?”

“Oh, a little basketball every now and then.”

“I mean college teams.”

“No, that’s for the sissy boys and uncle toms. Too many whitey rules for me. You know, in by nine, no drinking, all that shit. I’m my own man. Nobody tells me what to do” Jack finished pouring the tequila and turned the mixer on.

“Don’t you and Steve have rules for living together?”

“Don’t need them. His bedroom is his. Mine is mine. He keeps his shit outa my way. I keep mine outa his. If he shares some of his cooking with me, I’ll share some of mine with him. I take out my trash. He takes out his. Every man does his own things. And every man watches out for his self.”

Crystal heard Steve turn the TV on and went to sit next to him on the sofa while Jack brought the drinks in and set them on the coffee table.

Jack took his drink and sat down in the chair with his legs spread.

Crystal couldn’t help noticing the gigantic bulge in his shorts. Her face suddenly felt warm as she wondered just how big it really was. She felt a tingle in her loins as an image passed through her mind.

Jack raised his glass and said, “Here’s to love and to your successful weekend.” Then he took a big drink and winced as the crushed ice met his throat. Crystal and Steve followed his example.

Crystal noticed that the drink was very strong but it was a celebration. Wasn’t it? She took another quick glance at the bulge in Jacks shorts and began to worry a little that her white shorts might show the wetness that she was starting to feel. She trembled a little. Was it from the ice in the drink, or from fear of the weakness that she felt. Her nipples tingled too. Crystal wondered if they showed through her bra and the pink, cotton top she was wearing. She took Steve’s hand in hers, laid her head on his shoulder and tried hard to become as immersed as Steve in the crime scene show that flickered on the TV. After some time it appeared that Jack was engrossed it the show too. Crystal dared to steal another glance toward that bulge, then a bolder look when Jack’s eyes didn’t glance away from the TV screen. She stifled a gasp when she saw that he had draped one leg up over the arm of the chair and the head of his huge cock had slipped below the other leg of his shorts and it’s one eye was staring back at her. Her heart began to pound. She wanted to touch it, to feel it in her hand. “Damn!” she thought, “Quit it, Girl. Oh shit! How can I think about fucking him when I’m so much in love with Steve. What would my parents think of me if I lost a guy like Steve over a fuck like that.

“Ready for another?”

“What?” Crystal was startled.

“Ready for another drink” Jack asked.

“Uh, oh yeah, I guess so.”

“Gee love, did you fall asleep?” Steve asked.

“I guess I must have.”

Steve poured drinks for the three of them. Then he set the pitcher back down and excused his self to go to the bathroom.

In a very low voice Jack asked, ” Did you like what you were looking at?

Crystal gasped. “You saw?”

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