The Joys of Social Media - Sex Stories

The Joys of Social Media

Carvel exited out of the app to check and email that had just come through from c***dhood friend. No sooner than he had done that, he got a message notification from KwikPing saying he had been deleted from the #BBC456 group. Carvel figured the rural Southern people still could not handle his style. He eventually moved on the chatting with a couple of guys on Konnekt that wanted to come through but could not because they were working, or with their girls, or they had no ride. Yet again, Carvel went to sl**p with no dick in his soft, pliable derriere. Carvel awoke the next morning and, as usual, checked his phone for what overnight messages had been received. Interestingly he noticed a few KwikPing messages, but one in particular drew his attention. It was from ‘456BullBBC’ – the very person that had expelled from a group of seemingly ready and will BIG BLACK COCKS. Carvel rolled his eyes and tapped on the screen. The message read, ‘Morning’. Carvel replied, ‘Hey’. The next message was a picture of long Black dick sticking out of a towel. Then the man wrote, ‘Want it???’ ‘YASSSSS!!! Where you located,’ Carvel had no hesitation in writing and then adding an image of himself wearing yellow lace boyshort panties with his booty tooted out. ‘I’m in Townsville,’ he revealed. ‘Me too,’ Carvel replied. ‘Want to hook up,’ the group owner asked. ‘Yes. When are you free,” Carvel fired off. ‘Can you host,’ the owner sent. ‘Yes sir. I live alone,” Carver replied. ‘Free at 3pm,’ wrote ...

... ‘456BullBBC. ‘Hit me up then,’ Carvel sent. The man wrote, ‘I will. Now show me that ass with no panties. Tell me where to meet you.’ Carvel answered by quickly with an ass shot he had taken two weeks prior. He also sent the address to his apartment complex so the man on the other of the message exchange would know where to come. The big dicked brotha replied that he would be there. Around noon, the man sent a message inquiring as what Carvel was doing. Carvel sent back that was a meeting at work – which was true because was on a conference call sitting in his guest bedroom which doubled as his office. He loved working from home as a contact center supervisor. At 2:28 p.m., Carvel got another message from the man stating he would be on the way in about thirty minutes. Carvel answered in the affirmative. He stood up from his desk and went to the bathroom where he began to douche. Then, he showered and shaved his legs smooth. He then rubbed oil all over his wet skin so that he was glistening all over. He spritzed brown sugar vanilla scented body spray all over his demure, delicate, delectable physique. For a thin a guy, Carvel had a phat ass. It, along with his dainty voice and intense eye contact, constituted his secret weapon. He had heard, more times than he or anyone else could possibly count, a straight man say, ‘I’ve never thought about fucking a dude, but I’ll fuck the shit outta you.’ He brushed out his Afro and dusted it lightly with the fragrance. Finally, he selected a ...