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Sitting at the bar one evening Brian was bored but as horny as hell. The place wasn’t exactly pumping and the few guys that were there weren’t registering anything above four on his lust-o-meter. He had formerly been to bed with two of the men milling about, but those encounters had been infinitely forgettable.Lifting his glass he sipped the last bit of wine before putting the empty glass back on the table. He looked at his watch and contemplated leaving. Brian’s cock then twitched, giving him a clear signal that he should remain a while longer. Again, he looked around the bar as if summoning a second opinion, before finally ordering a refill.After ten more minutes, one or two guys left and one or two more entered the bar. Still, Brian saw nobody that sparked his interest. A couple of minutes later, nevertheless, Brian’s eyes lit up. A tall black guy walked into the bar and stood a short way from him at the counter. The guy was totally bald and clean-shaven and looked like a basketball or baseball player given his size. The man then ordered a beer and once he had taken possession of it, turned slightly to face Brian.Focussing on the man’s shirt, Brian realized that he worked for a large department store. The name of the store was embroidered above his Haramidere escort left pocket, and the name ‘Jarrett’ was embroidered above the right pocket of the shirt.Pointing at his name, Jarrett then spoke. “Name’s Jarrett.”“Hi, my name’s Brian,” Brian answered.There was a brief silence before Jarrett again spoke. “Hope you’re not offended by what I’m about to say, but I can see a lot by looking into someone’s eyes.”“Oh, really… and what are my eyes telling you?” Brian inquired.“Horny frustration,” Jarrett replied, with a naughty smile.Brian wanted to say ‘no shit, Sherlock!’ But instead, he simply smiled in a bemused manner. Brian was totally intrigued by this guy because Jarrett was fucking hot. He had never been to bed with a black guy before, not by choice, but merely by circumstance. Brian wondered if this was going to turn into a ‘business’ proposition and if the outfit was part of Jarrett’s setup.“So, do you offer a service to people suffering from, ‘horny frustration’?” Brian asked, testing the water.“I certainly do. I’m what you call, ‘a pacifier,’ and I have the equipment to rid you of your malady.” Jarrett answered, with a twinkle in his eyes.“And do you charge for that service?” Brian asked, seeking İkitelli escort bayan total clarity.“No, bro, I’m a humanitarian. It’s a free service,” Jarrett stated. “Besides, I have a job,” he concluded, pointing to the store name on his chest.“Tell me about the ‘equipment’?” Brian asked, pleased that his rent boy concern had been dealt with.“Well, you should know that the ‘equipment,’ is rather hefty.” Jarrett uttered, with a self-satisfied look on his face.‘So, what you are telling me is that you have a big cock,” Brian countered, getting to the point.“No Brian, because that would be a lie… What I am saying, is that I have an enormous dick,” Jarrett retorted, and then after pausing for effect, continued, “Even among my bruthas I am considered extraordinary.”As Brian’s butt began to tingle, he took the bait. Sniggering, he asked, “Okay, how big are we talking?”With a look of mock superiority, Jarrett took the game one step further. “I’ll give you a clue, and then you can guess.”Brian immediately wondered about the object that would be used as a comparison. To his surprize, however, Jarrett said, “It’s an unlucky number.”Brian took a second or two to process the information, before spluttering, “Thirteen inches… Escort Çapa are you fucking serious?”Jarrett didn’t answer and simply shrugged in a nonplussed manner.“Really…?” Brian reiterated.“Where do you live, Brian?” Jarret casually inquired.“Just… down the road,” Brian replied, almost stammering.“Well, then why don’t we go to your place and I’ll prove it to you?” Jarrett suggested, in a matter-of-fact way.Before Brian could respond and as if to disprove the point about Brian’s suggestion of money, Jarrett asked, “May I buy you another drink?”“Sure,” Brian replied, before gulping down the half glass of wine before him.As new drinks were ordered, an eerie silence ensued as Brian’s mind went into a spin. If Jarrett was indeed telling the truth, it could be a case of his eyes being bigger than his manhole. Being well-endowed was one thing, but thirteen-inches? Jesus, how the fuck would he cope with that?Ten minutes later they left the bar and began to make their way to Brian’s apartment. Once inside, Brian did the perfect host thing and asked, “Is there anything I can get for you?”“Yes… naked,” Jarrett answered, succinctly.As they began to strip in the bedroom Jarrett’s magnificent body just became more and more incredible. When Jarrett’s underpants were removed, however, Brian had to concentrate with all his might to prevent his jaw from hitting the floor. The thick hooded snake that hung off the front of Jarrett was an apparition, the likes of which Brian had never before seen. It was obscenely large and hung three-quarters down Jarrett’s thighs.
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