Tryouts

Jamaal had passed the exams, earning his GED. And today was another milestone day for him. He'd recovered from a terrible wound, got his high school equivalency, and now he was trying out for the local university team. He'd be a bench player, he knew -- even SEC basketball was serious, and he'd been out for a couple of years, only playing streetball. But he was at his peak physicality now.

He ate his pancakes and homemade syrup, contemplating the day before him. Beneath him, Elizabeth contemplated the task before her -- a large, stiff black erection. She breathed him in. His musk, his size, his color, his taste -- he was the most superior man she'd ever laid eyes on. And he had the boon of being a kind man who loved her, and had saved her life. She kissed the tip reverently, holding the fat black cock in her soft palm. Then she wrapped her soft lips around his cock, enveloping it into her mouth. She heard the crunch as he bit into the homemade bacon.

She rubbed his strong thighs, his six pack, his calves. Everything about him was muscular and fit and young and prime and potent and raw. She sucked him ardently, plunging her mouth up and down, until her chin touched his balls. His hands locked into her raven mane, as he filled her mouth with his warm seed. Then he brought her out from under the table.

"Good luck, my love," Elizabeth said, and he kissed her fervently.