A BIG BUCK By Hillboy
Well, I can't say that life is easy but being a big man has its advantages.
By the time I entered middle school, women just seemed attracted to me. I mean grown women and mostly white females. I was always big for my age and stood 6 ft by the time I started high school. Tall and lean with wide shoulders and an incredibly small waist.
I remember once in the locker room after PE. I was changing into my street clothes with a small white kid sitting on the bench next to me in the crowded space. Apparently he accidentally picked up my briefs that fell to the floor thinking they were his. The kid was my age but at least a foot shorter and skinny. Putting on the underwear, the white kid soon realized that they were too tight around his waist. To his astonishment, the nervous kid then figured out the mix up but more than that, he understood that the muscular black kid, who just about everyone idolizes, wore size 26 jockey shorts; at least 4 inches smaller than his own waistline.
?Oh, I so sorry, Buck. I didn't mean anything. It was an accident, really? the boy was practically crying in fear.
?Don't worry, little man, no harm? I replied while taking my underwear from the shaken youngster. The guy was looking at my cock like all the other boys do in gym class when I walk to the showers. The small shorts were almost loose around my lean hips but my genitals had to be arranged in the straining material. Flaccid, my cock is 6 inches long and my big boy balls are the size of goose eggs. Such a tight fit, the briefs pull down on the material and lower the shorts almost showing my pubic hairs. My trousers are also loose around the waist since pants for a guy my height have a wide waistband. Only my big boy buns hold up my dungarees; people accuse me of sagging all the time.
I grew into a very powerful young man by the time I graduated. Extra-wide shoulders stretched shirts tightly across my manly chest and my arms are sinewy muscle flexing and twitching at the slightest movement. A born athlete, I am admired and even worshipped by both girls and women [also a few men]. When I walk down the street people just stop and stare. The women seem to go weak in the knees and the men get nervous and insecure.
I come from a poor family that couldn't afford to buy me nice clothes but that doesn't mean I go without since the ladies are more than happy to indulge me in money and gifts.
Seems I have always enjoyed older ladies and the fuss they make over me while craving what is inside my pants.
In all modestly, I have to admit that I am a genuine Adonis. Tall dark and handsome, my light brown skin is smooth and almost translucent over my tightly muscled torso. Big brown puppy-dog eyes and sculpted face, my smile tends to totally disarm women who swoon in my strong arms.
I knew from an early age that white people had money and white women were more than happy to part with some of those dollars just to see me take my shirt off.
Not a gigolo, carpentry is my profession but the extra bucks from eager women certainly pad my wallet and I am able to help my parents and siblings still living at home. I have my own comfortable place in town where I can relax and enjoy life; something most 18 yr old black men can only dream of.
I never pursue women since every day is like an offering of sex from my many female fans. I don't even bring women home because they would be swarming around me day and night if they knew where I live. The smell of pussy surrounds me by day as I go about my business. Nights are for going to dinner with well-to-do white women and then ride into the country for intimacy and passion. They can barely contain themselves, these white bitches pull at my clothes, excited to get into my pants. Blow jobs or fucking, I get the pleasure of sexual climax over and over again.
But today I start working at a mansion well outside the city limits. The mistress said over the phone that she has heard about my work and wondered if I might be available for awhile. The family owns a lot of land and wants to have a barn built behind the house. The women?s voice seems strange to me but her words are hypnotically sensual and I got a boner just listening to her explain the job that would include living quarters for me while I build her a barn.
Something about this venture that both arouses and alarms me!
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Well, I can't say that life is easy but being a big man has its advantages.
By the time I entered middle school, women just seemed attracted to me. I mean grown women and mostly white females. I was always big for my age and stood 6 ft by the time I started high school. Tall and lean with wide shoulders and an incredibly small waist.
I remember once in the locker room after PE. I was changing into my street clothes with a small white kid sitting on the bench next to me in the crowded space. Apparently he accidentally picked up my briefs that fell to the floor thinking they were his. The kid was my age but at least a foot shorter and skinny. Putting on the underwear, the white kid soon realized that they were too tight around his waist. To his astonishment, the nervous kid then figured out the mix up but more than that, he understood that the muscular black kid, who just about everyone idolizes, wore size 26 jockey shorts; at least 4 inches smaller than his own waistline.
?Oh, I so sorry, Buck. I didn't mean anything. It was an accident, really? the boy was practically crying in fear.
?Don't worry, little man, no harm? I replied while taking my underwear from the shaken youngster. The guy was looking at my cock like all the other boys do in gym class when I walk to the showers. The small shorts were almost loose around my lean hips but my genitals had to be arranged in the straining material. Flaccid, my cock is 6 inches long and my big boy balls are the size of goose eggs. Such a tight fit, the briefs pull down on the material and lower the shorts almost showing my pubic hairs. My trousers are also loose around the waist since pants for a guy my height have a wide waistband. Only my big boy buns hold up my dungarees; people accuse me of sagging all the time.
I grew into a very powerful young man by the time I graduated. Extra-wide shoulders stretched shirts tightly across my manly chest and my arms are sinewy muscle flexing and twitching at the slightest movement. A born athlete, I am admired and even worshipped by both girls and women [also a few men]. When I walk down the street people just stop and stare. The women seem to go weak in the knees and the men get nervous and insecure.
I come from a poor family that couldn't afford to buy me nice clothes but that doesn't mean I go without since the ladies are more than happy to indulge me in money and gifts.
Seems I have always enjoyed older ladies and the fuss they make over me while craving what is inside my pants.
In all modestly, I have to admit that I am a genuine Adonis. Tall dark and handsome, my light brown skin is smooth and almost translucent over my tightly muscled torso. Big brown puppy-dog eyes and sculpted face, my smile tends to totally disarm women who swoon in my strong arms.
I knew from an early age that white people had money and white women were more than happy to part with some of those dollars just to see me take my shirt off.
Not a gigolo, carpentry is my profession but the extra bucks from eager women certainly pad my wallet and I am able to help my parents and siblings still living at home. I have my own comfortable place in town where I can relax and enjoy life; something most 18 yr old black men can only dream of.
I never pursue women since every day is like an offering of sex from my many female fans. I don't even bring women home because they would be swarming around me day and night if they knew where I live. The smell of pussy surrounds me by day as I go about my business. Nights are for going to dinner with well-to-do white women and then ride into the country for intimacy and passion. They can barely contain themselves, these white bitches pull at my clothes, excited to get into my pants. Blow jobs or fucking, I get the pleasure of sexual climax over and over again.
But today I start working at a mansion well outside the city limits. The mistress said over the phone that she has heard about my work and wondered if I might be available for awhile. The family owns a lot of land and wants to have a barn built behind the house. The women?s voice seems strange to me but her words are hypnotically sensual and I got a boner just listening to her explain the job that would include living quarters for me while I build her a barn.
Something about this venture that both arouses and alarms me!
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