A hot, young black guy selling chocolate bars for a high school fundraiser
From Create Your Own Story
You answer your front door expecting to see your friend Greg. But instead, a young black stud dressed in shorts and a t-shirt is standing on your front porch. He smiles at you uncomfortably, gulping as he scans over your body. He looks down at your crotch, noticing your big erection. He looks to about your age and he is a bit shorter than you. You think you recognize him from the school soccer team though. He is lean and has short cropped hair. He holds up a sheet of paper and a pen, saying, "I'm selling chocolate for a soccer fundraiser at school. I think we go to the same school don't we?"
'So he is part of the soccer team,' you think. 'That explains those legs.' "Umm..yeah we do," you say.
"Cool. So how about it? You want some chocolate?"
He seems more relaxed now as he holds the sheet of paper out for you to take and sign. You grab the paper from him, nodding, and note down how many you want, signing your name at the end. "So how much do I owe you?" you ask, reaching for your wallet, until you realize that your wallet is up in your room. "Shit!" you say, "Come in. My wallets up in my room. I'll go get it." You open the door wider and let him in running up the stairs to grab some money. It's a bit uncomfortable running up the stairs with a hardon tucked into your jeans.
You grab your wallet from your night stand and come downstairs where the boy is waiting patiently. You hand him ten dollars and he tucks it in his pocket.
"They'll be here in two days," he says, turning to walk out the door, but you catch him at the last minute, holding him by the waistband of his shorts. He turns back around, "What the fuck man?"
"You asked me if I wanted some chocolate. I said yes." You pull him back inside and shut the door. You get down on your knees and pull his shorts off, exposing his grey boxer briefs. You love how muscly his thighs and calves are and pull his underwear down his legs. His long 8" cock sits there, perfectly over his balls, ready to get hard. Now what?
