Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 06:43:58 +0000 (UTC) From: growing_interest@lycos.com Subject: A Study in Black and White A Study in Black and White I should know better than this. All that time I spent reading about the "social construction of race." All the care I put into my "politically correct" language. All I knew about the misguided myth of the "dangerous black man." I threw all my rational thoughts out the window the moment I opened the door. There he stood. Skin like the richest of dark chocolates. Six foot three. At least 200 pounds of solid muscle. Clad in a hoodie, baggy jeans, and pristine pair of Nike sneakers. Here I stood, intensely aware of the difference. Fair skin. Five foot eight. 145 pounds of a lean runner's body. Still wearing the suit and tie I had worn to work. At 35, I was almost 15 years his senior. But I felt like a boy standing in front of a man. He didn't wait to be invited in. He didn't have to. He pushed right by me and looked around. A deep baritone: "Nice place you got here, faggot." Nicer than you'd expect. Inheritance allowed me to live just beyond the means my modest salary would suggest. I was middle-class, through and through. "You live alone?" I hadn't originally. I moved in here with Michael three years ago. We thought that was going to last a lifetime -- but we broke up only a few months after. I don't blame him for leaving. I know it was me that screwed things up. I know I lost interest in our sex life. I'd tell him I had a headache and then beat off to my sick, kinky porn after he fell asleep. Maybe we were in love, but we couldn't give each other what we really needed. I needed abuse. "Yes." His eyes darted toward me. "What the fuck you just say?" "I... uhh... yes." A backhand slap against my face. I stumbled over. "That's `Yes, SIR,' you fuckin stupid cocksucker." I started to get up, "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." "Yo, fuck face. Did I say you could get up? Stay down there. Imma teach you a lesson." He unzipped his fly and pulled out his Big Black Cock. It popped into my head just like that, capital letters and everything: "Big Black Cock." There was no other way to describe the monster he just unleashed from his pants. It was nothing like what all my boyfriends had had. I wanted it badly. He brought it right to my face and I instinctively opened my mouth -- like the cocksucker I knew I was. He shoved it in unceremoniously. This wasn't a slow slipping of his cock into my mouth; this was a forceful entry that made me gag as he tried to shove it right down my throat. My gagging didn't deter him. He pulled out and shoved it back in harder. I gagged. I pulled away and threw up. No pause -- he didn't care. He shoved it right back in. He bottomed out, his huge black balls resting on my chin. "Look up at me." I met his gaze. Beautiful brown eyes surrounded by handsome black face. A handsome black face that looked really pissed. "So, faggot. Here's your first lesson: If you ain't gonna use your words to show me respect, this is the only thing your mouth is good for." I was still gagging. My eyes, bleary, tearing up. I tried to pull my head away from this monster cock invading my mouth -- it was useless. He kept my head right in place and fucked my mouth. I don't know how long he did it for. It was too much. I couldn't think. I was just trying to breath. But I had to do this. Like a good cocksucker. Like the cocksucker I desperately needed to be. He finally let my head go and pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air. "Looks like you got something on your suit." The whole front of it was covered in slobber and vomit. "Lemme get dat for you." Right there in my living room he pissed on me. A huge torrent from a huge cock drenched my suit. "Aight, cunt lips. You gotta take that off and let it dry." He put his monster away and zipped up. My suit was ruined. "Letting it dry" wasn't going to do it any good. I knew he was mocking me. Still, I obeyed like a good boy. The good boy I wanted to be. I stood up and started to unbutton my shirt. Another slap in the face. "What a fuckin dumb bitch! Stay on yo fuckin knees until I say you can get up." "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I'm a very stupid honky, Sir." He laughed, casually sauntering behind me. Without warning, he put me in a headlock and pulled me up to my feet. "So, you a `honky' now, huh?" "Yes... Sir..." I coughed out, finding it hard to breath with his big, muscular arm wrapped tight around my neck. He used his other hand to force my shirt off me. Buttons flew everywhere. Same for my pants. He broke the zipper right open and pulled them down with my underwear. My suit was ruined in every possible way: covered in my own slobber, covered in another man's piss, and torn right open. And then something I didn't expect. The feeling of cold metal at my wrists. A click. My hands cuffed behind my back. He had just stripped me butt naked and incapacitated me with only one hand. I felt totally powerless next to him. I was at his mercy -- and it turned me on like nothing else. He released me from the headlock. I fell to the floor, landed painfully on my knees since I couldn't put my hands out to direct my fall. He walked around the room, looking at the furniture, the art, the books. "So, `honky.' Now I see what this is really about for you. You just want a big nigga stud like me to come in here and rape yo white boy ass." I didn't know what to say. Was it a question? Did I need to say "Yes, Sir," or was he still going? Mercifully, he continued. No slap for me this time. "How fuckin stupid can you be, you fuckin dumb cracker? You think that's all us niggers wanna do, huh? Like I sit around thinking about raping your white ass, huh? Fuck no! That's your sick little fantasy, not mine. I oughta rob yo racist ass blind." I was ashamed. Not just because I was naked, handcuffed, on my knees in front of a man twice my size who had just raped my mouth. I was ashamed of this fantasy. I ought to know better. My voice was hoarse. "I'll make it worth your while, Sir. Just like we agreed, Sir." He walked right up to me. Towered over me. Stood silent. Peered down at me with an angry look. Looked me directly in the eye. Made me feel -- really feel -- small. "You a sick fuck, ain't you? Begging me to come rape yo ass. Fuckin sick faggot white boy. Well, I'm here now. What you wanted. And now Imma shove 10 black inches deep in yo cracker ass and Imma have my fun with you." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please rape my white boy ass with your big black cock, Sir." I didn't miss a beat. He was threatening me, belittling me, mocking me, telling me how he was going to use and abuse me. I should have been worried, concerned, afraid. But deep down I felt only gratitude and excitement. He started to undress. Unzipped the hoodie to reveal more dark chocolate skin. Pulled off the wife beater underneath to reveal the rippling muscles all over his young, taut body. Dropped his pants and let his monster cock back out. Behind me again. Another headlock to pull me to my feet. He dragged me to the bathroom. We stood in front of the mirror. He kept me in a headlock at his side so both of our bodies were in full view. "Tell me what you see, fuck face." What a contrast. He was twice my size. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular. I was small, slender, and so obviously weak. I was small in other ways too. I knew my cock was well below average, but it looked absolutely ridiculous next to his monster. It was hard to believe we were both male -- his dick massive, mine hardly noticeable. Maybe that was the real reason Michael and I fell apart: my small cock couldn't satisfy him. I always suspected. Jesus, I knew he was disappointed the first time we had sex. But we just pretended "okay" was "good enough." He wanted it to be "equal." "Versatile." And I was too afraid to admit I wanted to be a total and complete bottom who could just forget about his stupid little fag cock. I never told him because I knew he wouldn't understand. He would only have felt sorry for me. "I see a big, strong black man overpowering a stupid fag honky, Sir," I choked out. "That's right. And now you gonna see this big, strong black man rape the fuck outta that stupid fag honky." With that, he forced me forward over the countertop. He lined his cock up with hole. "Wait -- but -- a condom? A condom, Sir?" I hurriedly interjected. A series of hard slaps on my ass. "Did I ask you to speak, faggot?" "No, Sir... I'm sorry, Sir... It won't happen again, Sir." No condom. He started to push in bare. No lube. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I ask for this? Fuck, it hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The mirror in front of me: I watch my face contort in agony as he shoved himself inch-by-inch into me. Just like I had asked for. I watched him dominate me. I watched his cool, confident face. I watched the anger in him become channeled into raping my ass. This sex was going to be violent. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "How's that feel, cracker bitch? Is my big nigga cock everything you thought it would be?" Through the pain, I stuck to the script I knew a bottom bitch like me had to follow. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. But if I wanted it to keep going I had to say, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I love having your huge cock buried all the way inside me, Sir." He laughed uproariously. "It's not all the way in yet, bitch boy." Oh, fuck. Fuck. I felt so full and so stretched out and he was only half way in. Could I really take it all? I was having serious doubts. He stopped with the slow entry and pushed himself all the way in. Searing pain. I started crying. He let out a contented grunt he bottomed out. I could feel his big balls against my ass now. He was all the way in me. I didn't know I could feel so full. I didn't know I could feel so used. For that moment, right when his balls touched my ass and I knew his full 10 inches were inside me, I felt right. I felt whole. It hurt like hell but I had to let it happen. This is what I wanted. This is what I craved. This is what I asked for. I should have known better, but I couldn't resist. He held himself deep in me for a while. Was he letting my ass get used to it? I didn't think he'd care that much. But he was waiting. He was being patient, waiting for my ass to relax. Maybe I could enjoy this after all. Then, without warning, he pulled it all out and shoved it all back in. I screamed. He laughed. He leaned over me, wrapped one arm around my neck (choking me again) and put the other over my mouth. "Shut the fuck up, you whiny little cunt." He kept long-dicking me like that. He kept his arm around my neck and I could hardly breath. He pounded me with more force than I've ever known. It felt like it lasted hours. Maybe it did. My muffled screams turned to whimpers. And then they turned to moans. The pain had finally given way to pleasure. I had never been so full. I had never felt so violated. I had never felt so vulnerable. I loved it completely and entirely. He pulled out. God, I felt so empty. I needed him back inside me. Please, please, come back. I whimpered. Thankfully, he flipped me over on my back and buried his monster cock right back in my hole. "Wrap your legs around me tight." As I wrapped my legs around him, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up off the counter. He was so strong. He stayed deep inside me as he carried me to the bedroom. It was like he owned the deepest place inside me and didn't want to let it go for a second. I wanted him to have it. I felt something I didn't expect to feel. I felt secure. I felt like I had this big, strong, powerful man with me and I didn't want to let him go. I wanted him to own that deep place inside me. I felt a yearning not just in my ass, but in my heart. I wanted to have this always. But that thought stayed with me only a moment. He threw me on the bed and went right back to fucking me violently. Now all I could do was look up at him in awe. I met his intense, powerful gaze. I watched the sweat drip off his muscles and onto me. I bucked with the rhythm of his fucking. I moaned like the total slut I was and I took the hardest fuck of my life. It was perfect. Then I came like I'd never cum before. I mean that literally: it was the first time I'd had a completely hands-free orgasm. I came without touching my pathetic faggot cock once. Thank you, thank you, thank you. My ass pulsated around his cock and that put him over the edge. He pounded me harder and harder. He wrapped his hands around my neck and started choking me. He looked me right in the eye, telling me without words that I had to take this, that I wasn't even allowed to breath as he dumped all his seed deep inside me. He controlled me completely and he owned me completely. "Ah, yeah, take it, faggot! Take my load my load in your slutty faggot honky ass!" He pounded me so hard so long. Was he cumming all that time? Was that possible? He spurted in me with every violent thrust. He marked that deep place as his. Finally, he stopped. He slowly pulled himself out inch-by-inch, letting me savor it one last time. He shoved his floppy cock in my face right away. Even soft it was huge. Even soft it was bigger than my hard-on had been. "Clean me up." I promptly let his monster back into my mouth and sucked it clean. I licked it all over. I savored the taste of it. He let out a sigh and rolled me to my side. One click and the handcuffs were off. They had never really been locked. I could have gotten out of them at any time. I brought my arms forward, rubbing my wrists. I sat up on the bed. Tyrone was standing in front of me, still looking like a black adonis. But he was more relaxed now. He wasn't giving me that angry look anymore. We were just two men who had just had great sex. "Let me get you a drink," I offered. As I fixed him a drink in the living room, I felt more exposed than before. He was getting dressed and watching my naked ass carefully as I worked. I picked up my underwear -- the only one of my clothes that wasn't ruined before -- and he stopped me. "Stay naked." It wasn't an order then. I think he just enjoyed looking at my body. I still felt exposed, but I was happy if this pleased him. I handed him his drink and he gave me a smile, showing a full row of beautiful pearly white teeth. "Thanks, professor." I smiled back. We shared a laugh at the situation. "Please, call me Victor. The course is over. You just passed with flying colors. I'll send off my letter of reference in the morning." He smiled again. "All right then, Victor. I'm glad I found a way to gain the extra credit I needed. My LSAT scores were top notch, but I needed the A in this class to boost my GPA." "You were a great student. I'll miss having you in my class." I wasn't sure what to do or say. This might be the last time I saw the student I had lusted after all year. The man who had fulfilled my darkest desires. He came up close to me and explored my naked body. I felt so exposed because he was totally clothed and I was totally naked. My ass was starting to leak the massive load he'd just dumped in me. But it felt right. An unexpected end to our evening: after he abused me and raped me and seeded me, he leaned in and kissed me. "Let's get dinner, Victor." I smiled. I felt silly. Here I was, almost 15 years older, and I felt like a giddy school boy in his arms. "Really?" "Yeah." Another kiss. A coy smile. "I've always had a soft spot for cute white sluts like you." I paid for dinner, of course. But Tyrone got me dessert: he shot a huge load in my mouth in the restaurant's restroom. He pissed on me again so everyone would know I was his. Everyone in the restaurant knew. Everyone we passed on the way home knew. And I was so happy that I knew it too. I think I'm in love.