Just for the record, I notice a lot of you read my profile over and over again. If you want to talk with me, send me a message/email. You never know who I'm willing to let bend over for me...and more. It's really hard to catch me on LesbianPersonals if you're trying that route. The worst thing I could possibly say to you, is I'm not interested. Especially if you're not even in the same area, state or country. If you're in the ArkLaTex, we have a good shot at making something happen.

I'm a cleancut, professional, black male who is looking for a good friend with benefits, who happens to be white and into black men.

Discretion is a must. I only care for guys plus or minus ten years from my age. To give you a better idea of my "type" my last few "friends with benefits" included an accountant, financial advisor, and government employee. That's the caliber of white man that I like. Intellectual, in shape, has goals & vision. If that's not you, don't waste your time or more importantly, mine. I've had enough of the games with guys that aren't even in the ballpark when it comes to what I like.

My Ideal Person: To this day, I don't know what I was doing at that arcade. I was in town on business. I didn't know if police routinely conducted busts there or not. I didn't care. I had needs and I was going to find relief one way or another.

The clerk was nice enough but really uncaring about what was going on. I guess he was just there to get a paycheck. Okay, fine. No sense in pretending that I was there to buy videos as I asked him dumb questions about the selections and then bought admission to the booth section.

It was so dark at first as I walked in. I'm surprised I didn't step on someone's foot. I found a spot along the wall in the back of the maze of booths and stood there for a good five minutes as my eyes adjusted to my surroundings.

Three distinct bear type mature men passed by me again and again. I remember because I felt like I was being stalked. I was about to say forget it and leave but you walked in. Brown hair, dark eyes, mustache, tight jeans on, boots, long sleeved shirt. You couldn't have been more than 160 pounds, a little shorter than me at 5'10 or so. You were so hot. I knew I didn't stand a chance given the city I was visiting. A white guy being into a clean cut, black man? Especially a cowboy type? I stared at you as you walked by me and you just looked at me and kept walking by. I saw this guy following you. I let it go.

I know how hit or miss these places are. I didn't even attempt to follow you. I hate people who cock block and I certainly didn't want to be one. You disappeared for a few minutes and I figured you were in the booth with that guy. No, about five minutes later he was walking around and passed me. I didn't think anything of it.

Then, maybe a minute after that you made another pass in front of me. This time you looked at me and held a long gaze. I'm sure I looked dumbfounded. You went into a booth near me and as I watched you, you nodded your head and closed the door but you didn't lock it. I saw it open with the slightest crack just enough to fool someone passing by.

I got up the nerve and walked in after making sure no one was watching. I know, I know. Everyone was there for the same thing but I was just a bundle of nerves. You turned around and smiled a little as you saw it was me. You then turned back and pretended to be watching the movie on the screen. This porn was horrible as I watched it. This woman was making it sound like the man thrusting inside her was splitting her in two. No Oscar contender there. Anyway, you said nothing as you unzipped your pants and started slowly stroking your penis as I watched from behind. I decided if you were doing this, you must've wanted me to do something so I spooned you from behind standing up. You leaned back into my arms. Your butt massaged its way into my crotch. I instantly got so hard.

Your eyes were closed as I gently put my tongue in your ear and then kissed your ear lobe. You were hard yourself as you slowly stroked and took a moment to slide your jeans down to the floor. You know I had to watch. Your ass was so tight, with that brown hair over those cheeks. I know what I have to do next. I got down on my knees as I pushed you toward the monitor so you could bend over and let me smell that hole.

Out of respect for the gentleman in this encounter, I won't type the rest of what happened. But I will say this: If you are the thin, white bottom I'm waiting for who likes black tops send me a message. You read this far, so that tells me you're either curious or know you definitely want someone like me. Even if only for a one time encounter. Take a chance.