“Chuck what?” I asked, not really sure of what he said.
“Chuck Fuckin’,” he responded.
He tossed his shirt over the arm of the couch and reached for the waistband of his shorts. I watched his hands as he fumbled with the button. His knuckles were covered with scars, and his hands were huge. If what they say about a guy’s hands being large is right, this may just make for a really fun night. Something about a tattooed, muscular fighter with a sense of humor was a huge turn on; and this guy was all of the above.
“Oh my fucking God,” I gasped as his shorts fell to his ankles.
“What?” he said as he kicked his shorts free of his shoes.
“Your….uhhm…cock,” I stuttered as I pointed to the massive cock that hung between his legs like some other form of appendage altogether.
“The piercings?” he…