“I’ve never been with a black man before.”
This is how some of my most grand skankery has come about. Granted, I have heard this often, but it is quite rare that I bring someone new into the black fold. After all, this is cock diesel. I guard it with an iron fist.
For those into fisting, please don’t read anything in to that last sentence. I’m not going there.
So, my last full day in Vienna and after little or no action here, I am looking to dip it all the way in, so to speak.
Simon and I have been exchanging texts and emails the last three days trying to meet, but timing was always off. But today, his roommate was out of town, the house was all his, and he wanted to be initiated in black society, proper.
“What do you wanna do?”, he asked.
What did I want to do? First I wanted to stop asking questions that we already knew the answer to.
What kind of question was that after all the things we had discussed the past few days?
I wanted to FUCK.
He should consider himself lucky that I was letting him have it for free. I’d made hot men pay for this since my trip here.
I thought I had made myself just as clear as he had, but I concluded that maybe this was part of his flirting, so I tried not to let it get to me.
I arrived in the north section of Vienna and after walking past hundreds of Turkish, who took in my sartorial brilliance, I was finally face to face with Little Austria.
“Hi”, Simon said, and waved me into the large flat. We made our way to his room, and the small talk was not so small. It went on for far longer than what I intended.
“Do you have a type?”, he asked.