A large man

Levy and I met in the sauna at my gym. He was a large man, maybe 6’6”, and close to 300lbs (mostly muscle with a slight gut). He had dark, African skin, short hair with a clean line up, and a beard that looked like it was straight out of the movie “300”. He didn’t shave but kept his body hair well groomed and he had a single tattoo of his daughter’s name on his right forearm. Oh, and he has a man’s forearm for a cock.

In contrast, I am a thin, athletically built white boy in my mid-twenties. I shave my whole body and I have a small pink cock.

I had seen him at the gym before but never considered him a prospect as I knew of his baby mama. So when he approached me in the sauna wearing just a towel, I treated him like any other guy. Put on my “straight” face and said, “whats up”.

He didn’t respond, just casually dropped his towel and sat, spread-legged, across from me without saying a word. His meat fell out between his legs and swung there like a pendulum. Following his lead, I dropped my towel too and he immediately glanced down at my sissy clit with raised eyebrows.