Life’s Contrasts

I was getting a few things at the store the other day, when I saw to African American men getting a few things as well. They seemed to be friends just doing some shopping together. One was about six feet tall, somewhat lean, and was occasionally bouncing a basketball. The other was roughly 5’8” tall, wearing a muscle shirt, and was muscular and ripped from putting his time in at the gym, but not as muscular as a bodybuilder. It seemed quite the contrast between two. I didn’t have any interest in the first guy, but the body is the shorter of the two caught my eye. It was strange because I’m usually drawn to tall men. Taller, muscular men, especially black muscle, usually trigger my instinct to bottom. I was turned on, and the instinct to bottom was present, but not as strong as usual. Lying in bed at night now, listening to the storm, with my rock-hard cock and balls out, I find myself wanting to fuck that shorter black muscle, being six feet tall myself. Is it his height, a change in my mood, or is that I’m just lying here in bed, horny and wanting to fuck someone rather than to be fucked? I have to admit my cock and balls want some stress relief, and he would do very nicely. It’s strange how your mood in the moment can so dramatically shift your sexual desires, to fuck or get fucked, and how the physical appearance of the other person—height and build—can so dramatically shift your sexual desires as well.