Date: Tue, 15 May 2018 06:54:48 -0400
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Sexual Midlife Crisis

Category:

Interracial/Authoritarian

This is a work of fiction and not based on any real experiences. All
characters are 18 or older. Do not read if you are under 18. This story
deals with raceplay. It was written for a mixed race fan interested in it.

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Sexual Midlife Crisis

David Bennet received a 50k dollar bonus on his 20th work anniversary at
his company. He also received a 15k dollar a year raise. It was a lot of
money for a feed store manager. He didn't tell his wife about it.

Instead, he bought a small apartment near his work.

He wasn't ugly, but looked more like a ranchhand than a salesmen or
manager. At 6'2 and 215 pounds, he was at least half muscle. He kept his
head shaved and had the light brown skin more common to mixed men than full
blooded African-Americans.

But at 53, his dick mostly stopped working for women.

While he could get off with his wife, it was his son's white friends that
got him rock hard. And he had never even thought about a guy that way
before.

The apartment started off for porn. He would go there after work, pull up
videos of white twinks and jocks, and nut while watching them on his
laptop.

Then he decided to invest in a 150 inch theatre system. He linked it to his
laptop and all of a sudden he had hd twinks with surround sound human sized
on his wall.

And that was enough.

For a while.

Then he discovered hookup websites. It took him six months before he could
get the nerve to post and at first he pretended to be a girl. Young men of
all builds were all of a sudden emailing him and sending him pictures.

He jacked off just talking to different guys for another six months.

Finally, he realized he needed more. He wrote the usual one line ad looking
to talk but added a few lines at the bottom.

It read:

Horny and looking to talk to a college guy. I'm not hot or sexy, but I have
an apartment by the college. I also have surround sound and an HD projector
with porn and a 150 inch screen. Come over, put on a movie, and let me blow
you. I have beer and pizza and will swallow. White men only.

After he was done, he texted his wife he needed to go on a feed run and
wouldn't be back for a couple of days.

Around midnight he got the courage to hit post.

It took two hours to go up and the amount of replies when it did were
almost too much to read through.

He decided to come clean with every guy who replied. All of them said fuck
off or called him a fag.

Except one.

He said, "200 dollars."

He said his name was Jake, he was 19, and he was on a baseball
scholarship. He was at the 24 hour gym down the street. He also said he
wasn't gay and never did this before, but wouldn't mind a beer and bj if
the price was right. And that price was 200 dollars.

I agreed without even seeing his picture. I told him to give me ten minutes
to hit the ATM across the street and gave him my apartment number. I also
asked him which porn I had he wanted on. He chose Asian Sluts 12. A blue
ray. I put a pizza in the oven too.

When I got back from the ATM, he was standing at my door.

He was perfect.

He was around 5'11 and had brown hair cut shaggy on top, but shaved on the
sides. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with the Confederate flag on it
and red basketball shorts. Most of his visible skin was tanned to a golden
glow, but his legs were Irish pale. His teeth were white and straight and
he didn't even have the pimples you expect on a younger guy. He had on old
cleats, which seemed weird outside of a game or practice. I guess he was
hurting for money. He was also covered in sweat, with even his hair
dripping. He smelled like my old high school locker room.

He looked at me and said, "Got the cash?"

His voice was sort of trembly and nervous but deeper than mine.

I nodded, then I opened the door and walked in.

The first thing he did was pull off the shirt. His stomach was perfectly
flat and golden with just a tiny dusting of a happy trail. His pits were
trimmed close too. His nipples weren't like a girls at all, but tight and
tiny.

My dick was already hardening.

I went to the computer and pressed play. The room filled with the sounds
and image of a tiny Asian college girl getting gangbanged.

He smiled and flopped on my couch. I went to my knees in front of him and
reached for his cock.

He pushed my hands away.

Then he said, "Beer, money, pizza, then dick. Mind if I smoke?"

I nodded ok and went to the kitchen. I was fucking shaking I was so nervous
and I was a grown man. This was a kid and he was making me nervous. I cut
the pizza on the plate and brought it to him. He was rolling a joint and
just nodded. I came back with a whole six pack and put it on the coffee
table next to the pizza and the money.

I just kind of stood there while he rolled and lit the joint.

Then he pointed to the floor. I knelt and started to reach for him again.

He pushed my hands away.

Then he took a drag and said:

You don't look like a homo or dicksucker, but you're acting hella
thirsty. I like slow head until I'm ready to nut then hard and fast. Cover
your fucking teeth. And no more talking. If I can't get hard, I'll get
nasty. That means spitting on you, slapping you, or just fucking your
asshole. Disobey anything I say or touch me in a weird way, you never eat
this dick again. I stink like a man, but I figure a faggot like you would
like that. We good?

I nodded.

He lifted up and pulled his shorts off in a quick motion.

His dick wasn't hard, but was about five inches. His balls were big and
hung low between his legs.

I moved in and got my first taste of a young man's balls. They tasted like
salt and sweat and smelled of man. It had never been hot to me before.

I reached for my dick and he shook his head and said , "Keep your dick in
your pants, boy."

I'm not sure why, but I said, "Yes, sir."

He laughed.

Then he slapped me hard across the face and said, "I said no talking,
grandpa."

It took me only a second to recover. I wasn't sure how I'd explain the
bruise his slap might have left, but I knew I wanted more of his balls and
to try his cock in my mouth.

He lifted his legs up when I went back to suck his balls and said "lower."

I started licking the bottom of his balls and he repeated what he had said.

Then I saw his asshole. He wanted me to lick his asshole.

He grabbed my chin, tilted my face up, and spat on it. I knew I should get
up from my knees and throw him out, but I still wanted his dick so just
knelt there.

He laughed and chugged one of the beers.

Then he said, "Lick your master's ass, boy."

I had never done that, but decided to treat his asshole like pussy. I ran
my tongue all around it, shoved it in and out, and lapped at his butt hole
like a thirsty dog would water.

My dick was rock hard.

I wasn't prepared for what he said next.

He moaned, "Yeah, eat that shithole, nigger."

Every bone in my body said I should kick his ass, but my dick wanted me to
please him.

He lowered his legs and pushed my head back.

He said, "I need you to tell me what you are, boy. I don't put my dick in
men. But you're not a man, are you?"

I knew what he wanted. I shook my head.

He continued, "Tell me what you are and who owns you, you worthless piece
of shit, and I'll let you taste my dick."

I swallowed. This sweet baby faced whiteboy couldn't know what he was
saying and asking.

When he saw me hesitating, he stood up, grabbed his shorts, and started to
put them on.

I gave in and said, "I'm your nigger. You own me."

He smiled that white teeth smile and made a gesture for me to continue.

I thought for a minute.

I said, "Like our ancestors, master. I'm your slave. Please let me suck
your dick."

He didn't say anything else. He just sat back down, spread his legs, and
put his hands behind his head.

By now, he was hard and around seven or eight inches.

I took his dick in my mouth and he moaned. I started bobbing up and down on
it, hungry for his cum. It felt soft and hard and spongy in my mouth. I was
taking three or four inches in my mouth and jacking the rest off with my
hands. His stomach started flexing like he was close to cumming.

He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick balls deep.

I retched like I was going to throw up, but nothing came out.

He didn't stop or go easy though, just held my head down. My lips were
pressed against his balls and his dick was down my throat.

His hips began pistoning furiously. I was gagging and choking and
suffocating on his dick all at the same time.

Then he came.

I felt his slime flood my throat and when he pulled out I could taste
it. His jizz was slimy and bitter and disgusting.

As he let me up off his dick, I gasped for air and spit out his cum.

I could tell he was furious, but all he said was, "Get a belt, strip naked,
and bend over the couch."

I wasn't sure what he wanted, not exactly, but thought maybe he would get
me off somehow. My dick felt like it was going to break off it was so hard.

He picked up his socks from the floor and stuffed one on my mouth and tied
it in place with the other.

Then he belted me.

I stopped counting after the 20th hit of the belt. I was crying and knew I
could stop it, but I wanted him to come back so I took it.

Afterwards, as I trembled, he reached out and grasped my dick. I came with
just his touch.