Holding the Dick of the Skinny Black Dick

The skinny, tall and dark man imposed himself effortlessly on the tattooed boy, cornering him with a fierce presence; His slender body concealed a strength that the other had not anticipated. When he approached, the tattooed man lost his arrogance instantly: he trembled, breathed heavily, unable to sustain the intensity with which the skinny man claimed him. It wasn’t just the dominant posture, nor the way I held him by the hip; It was the overwhelming feeling that he couldn’t handle all that this man represented, that he surpassed him in every gesture, every pressure, every determined advance that made him arch and admit, without words, that he just couldn’t handle him.