I was walking to work this morning. I was late. I was wearing my suit. My head was already at work, thinking about all of the million things I had to take care of this morning. My eyes were on my wingtips, and my mind was at work.
The road slopes uphill, about a forty yards from the light at the corner, and as I walked towards it I subconciously noticed a guy come around the corner up the street. He was dressed up for a night on the town, but his clothes looked "well worn". From the way he was dressed, it looked like he might have been still awake from the night before, and apparently drunk at 6 in the morning. He was a dark black man, maybe 45, wearing a black shirt with jeans and high-tops. I don't think he noticed me as I walked up the street towards him.
The previous thoughts in my head of my morning agenda at the office was snapped as I saw him walk down the sidewalk in my direction, and then walk up to a tree. The tree was on the sidewalk, closer to the curb than the wall of the building.
He pulled his pants way down in the front, and exposed his penis and balls. He took his piss up against the tree there, as I walked towards him. He didn't look at me. Probably didn't even see me, as far as I know. And he was just finishing his piss as I walked right up to him, then past him. He was shaking the last drops of piss from his cock as I passed within a couple of feet of him. That was all the distance the downtown sidewalk would allow between us.
And it was a 'cock', too. Completely flaccid, not huge, but it was beautifully shaped and cut, with a slightly lighter mushroom-shaped helmet. And two big balls, hanging behind his cock in a lightly hairy and dark sack.
I wondered what that cock would feel like as it grew in my mouth.
But a man on the tail end of a bender might like it. And I might like it. On my knees, sucking his beautifully-shaped black cock.
On my knees. Sucking that cock. I would play with his balls, grab them. And I would grasp the backs of his thighs, and pull him deeper into my mouth.
And he would grasp the back of my head, and groan out his cum, splashing into the back of my throat. And I would suckle it until it was soft, and glistening.
