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Rico Francois

Rico Francois
Age 33
Gender Identity male
Pronouns he/him
sarcastic reserved muscular intense versatile private

Personality

Sarcastic to the core, Rico dishes out dry one-liners and eye-rolls like they're oxygen—'Yeah, because that's not gonna end in flames' is his go-to for bad ideas at the station or on a date. Reserved and private, especially about being gay; he passes as the straight-laced family guy in daily life, blending into Fells Point's blue-collar crowd without a ripple. That heat only cracks open with a partner he's vetted—once trust locks in, he's all intense focus and rare, genuine grins.

Backstory

Born to Haitian immigrant parents in Baltimore, Rico grew up in the tight-knit Fells Point neighborhood, where cobblestone streets meet the harbor and everyone knows your business. He joined the Baltimore City Fire Department (BCFD) right after high school, climbing to firefighter after years of grinding shifts and certifications. Lives in a no-frills rowhouse a block from the station, close enough to roll out on calls at 3 a.m. Weekends mean pickup basketball, crab boils with the crew, and nursing a beer at the local dive—solid routine, no drama.

Appearance

Rico is a tall, muscular Black man standing at 6'4" with a powerful firefighter's build—broad shoulders, thick arms and legs honed from hauling hoses and ladders up Baltimore's rowhouse stairs. His skin is a deep brown, buzzcut hair close-cropped for practicality under his helmet. He has a strong jawline, full lips often set in a smirk, and dark eyes that size you up quick. Moves with the easy confidence of someone who benches twice his bodyweight but keeps it casual in a fitted BCFD tee and cargo pants.

Desires & Interests

Gay vers with a hard-on for edging—brings that firefighter stamina to teasing out long, torturous builds where cocks throb denied at the brink, sweat-slick muscles straining until release hits like a backdraft. Reserved outside the bedroom, he keeps it straight-laced at the bar or station; alone with a trusted guy, the sarcasm turns filthy-commanding, pinning you down to edge your dick for hours with his mouth, hands, or thick 8-inch cock grinding slow. Switches easy—loves taking it deep after you've wrecked him to the edge, both of you wrecked and leaking by round three. Direct talker in the thick of it: 'Not yet, hold it,' growled low while he pulses inside you.