Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2021 00:44:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Ambrose Chillingworth Subject: Finding God interracial This story is completely fictional and any similarity with real life is accidental and unintentional. It is a complete fantasy--the type that turns me on. Anyone that is reading this knows Nifty is a wonderful resource that has brought its readers a lot joy, and orgasms, so, anyone that is able and willing should consider donating to ensure that this resource stays available for us to enjoy, and jerk off to. Finding God By AEC I was at a writers retreat in the mountains unpacking my bag in the room I would be sharing with a stranger for the week. I looked up as I heard the lock click and in walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His hair shaved close to his scalp. Smooth shaved. Ears perfectly proportioned on his head blocking in the two dark brown eyes. He saw me and smiled his teeth perfectly white and contrasting wonderfully against his dark chocolate brown skin. I had never been attracted to a man before in my twenty five years but his man was attractive. So attractive in fact that my dick went hard. Rock hard and I could feel precum leaking out of it. Of course he noticed my bulge as I was wearing track pants and boxers. I like being comfortable as I travel and I hadn't thrown wood like this since I was a teenager and didn't think it would be a problem. He smiles wider and laughs as he walks into the room closing the door behind him. He drops his bag onto the free bed and walks over to me. He's dressed in jeans and a hoodie that stretches over his body perfectly. I can tell he takes good care of his body. He isn't overly bulky he is definitely defined. "I'm Noah," he says and holds out his hand. My face is red because I'm standing in front of him with an obvious boner. I don't know what to do but shake his hand. His palm is warm and soft. Smooth but a bit rough about the edges like he has done hard work with his hands but it isn't his primary work. "R-roger," I stammer. My face getting hotter. He laughs again but doesn't drop my hand. He drops his eyes to my crotch and my dick twitches as he looks at it. "I... I..." I don't know what to say I'm so embarrassed. He lets go of my hand and steps back. An appraising look in his eyes as he surveys me from top to bottom. He meets my eyes again and his smile gets even wider if possible. "Don't worry white boy it's natural for your kind to get aroused when in the presence of a superior black man." "Wha-what?" I asked shocked. He sits down on his bed and spreads his legs wide. Rubbing at the massive bulge between his legs. "You ever served a real man before white boy?" "I... I... no," I shake my head unable to take my eyes off of the growing bulge. He leans back on both arms, "Look at me," I compile and meet his gaze. "You just discovered what white boys all over are discovering. That it is programmed into your genetics to serve superior men. Men like me. Black men," my dick twitches again and I can feel the wet spot on my boxers growing. "You have to decide what to do now white boy. You can drop to your knees. Crawl over to me. Take out my cock and serve me with your mouth. Or you can deny yourself of that pleasure. Of that primal part of yourself that is telling you to submit to me." "I... I...," I don't know what to do. Everything he is saying makes me hornier than I have ever been and I want to submit. But, I've never been with a man. I'm not gay. I like pussy. "Think carefully white boy. This is the one and only chance you get to submit to me in this way. If you say not. That's fine. But you will never get another chance to wrap your pretty pink lips around my cock. When you come begging in a couple days--and you will because jerking your pathetic teeny weeny in the bathroom sniffing a pair of dirty boxers you've stolen from me won't be enough to satisfy the desire to submit to a real man that you've discovered--I'll tell you no." Oh my god. Is he serious? How is this happening to me? What he's saying can't be true. But my dick is harder than it has ever been. I drop to my knees and stare at his bulge. When I look up and see his smiling face gazing down at me I know... I know he's right. As wrong as it feels I'm not a real man. I reach out and tentatively place my hand on the hot huge of his crotch. He is the only real man in this room and I have to serve him. I move closer and rub my face and the hot denim. Unzipping his jeans I look into his eyes, he reaches out and cups my cheek. "You made the right decision white boy. It will be easier for you this way. I'll guide you through every step of your new life as a black owned whore," I flinch at the word whore and he grabs my chin. "Whore. You are a white whore for black men. It's who you are," he lets go of my chin and pats my head like I'm a dog. "Now suck my dick." He lifts his ass and pushes down his jeans and underwear. The massive dick that had been trapped inside pops free and slaps my face. As I catch the hot scent of aroused male my waters and I orgasm in my boxers. I'm still shuddering as he grabs my head and traces the slimy head of his member on my lips. "Open." I part my lips and he gently slides his cock into my mouth. Not far. Really only the head but it fills my mouth. I have never had a cock in my mouth before but I start flicking my tongue back and forth. I need to please this man. I look up into his smiling eyes and I'm lost. I'm his and he is my God. The End All comments are welcome let me know what you think. Email: ambrosechillingworth@yahoo.com