Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2023 06:28:53 -0500 From: Evan Williams Subject: The Hidden Side -- Part Two The Hidden Side Part Two This story is a work of erotic fiction strictly for entertainment purposes and is not intended to be read by inappropriate audiences. Anyone offended by racially loaded same-sex erotic fiction across generations and based on teenage memories should find other entertainment. Please support Nifty, which survives through donations to the site. Send all feedback to Evan Williams, classic14rider@gmail.com. The Hidden Side Part Two: To Aspire to Something Beastial and Angelic Few men are satisfied with their lot in life. We all aspire to something greater or other than what we are. We assume that someone who is not ourselves has the perfect life. Perhaps this is a good thing; perhaps it is bad. To be discontented may mean that we aspire to self-improvement. In moderation, this would be a good thing. To be discontented may also mean that we can never be satisfied and have unrealistic illusions about other people's happiness. This would be a bad thing. Discontentment may also mean aspiring to be what we cannot or cannot have. This would make one perpetually unhappy. When he was ten, Terrell, an inner-city black boy, attended summer camp. The counselors lined the boys up to go swimming. They stood shirtless as the summer sun beat down on their half-naked bodies. Terrell, who was given to daydream, lost himself as he studied the back of the tanned body of the white boy standing in line in front of him. The boy's smooth white skin and blond hair reminded Terrell of that of an angel. Suddenly, to Terrell's horror and embarrassment, Terrell's dick got hard. The black boy sported a noticeable erection. Wearing swimming trunks, he couldn't hide it. He was confused by how his body reaction to the boy. The boy's beauty was undeniable, and Terrell's body felt good being aroused by him. He also knew that his mother and the camp counselors would strongly disapprove. They would think something was wrong with him. Perhaps they would have him analyzed by a psychiatrist. But at that moment, what he felt seemed right to him. It was as though the heavens opened and a ray of truth broke through the clouds of uncertainty and pretending. Suddenly, felt an irresistible urge to see the white boy naked. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the boy's penis and butt when they changed in the locker room. Maybe, if he got the boy alone, he could put the boy's penis into his mouth. Such thoughts were "nasty" and forbidden. At least, that was what he had always been told. He kept thinking that it wasn't his fault that he had this overwhelming passion and desire. Nobody taught him to feel this way. Nobody seduced him into lusting to see the white boy naked or to submit himself in service to the boy. Nobody taught him that the boy was beautiful. He just was, and Terrell's body responded to him. The white boy's beauty was a "fact" as plain to Terrell as saying the grass was green. It all came to him naturally; because it was natural, he trusted his emotions. They couldn't be wrong. They had to be right. As he grew older, Terrell experienced another kind of beauty and another kind of bodily arousal. When he was in middle school, which was nearly all-black, he found himself changing clothes in the locker room surrounded by dark, muscular teenage bodies. He enjoyed the smell of their sweaty undershirts and jockey shorts lying around on the wooden benches. The black boys he went to school with always smelled like unwashed cum by the time they changed clothes for gym class. Apparently, their thick, black cocks had already ejaculated several times during the day, during science or math class when the boys were daydreaming. He wanted to approach them and offer to suck their cocks so they could cum in his mouth instead of his pants, but he thought better of the idea. It would only get him beaten up. Still, being surrounded by the unwashed manhood of thick black cocks made him feel as though he was part of an exclusive club that few could enter. Like the white boy during summer camp, Terrell desired these boys but couldn't do anything about it. The great poet Alexander Pope expresses this dissatisfaction and desire for everything one is not in his "Essay on Man." One moment, a man is attracted to the ephemeral qualities of the angels; the next, he is attracted to the power and brutality of beasts: "What would this man? Now upward will he soar, And little less than angel, would be more; Now looking downwards, just as griev'd appears To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears." Terrell was trapped between the tug of two erotic aspirations and passions. What was to become of him? While still in high school, Terrell was hired as a nursing assistant. It was a great job that paid $17.00 per hour. He had to wash patients' bodies if they could not wash themselves. One day, a boy about his age needed his services. He began by washing the boy's shoulders, arms, and chest. The boy's ivory skin and red nipples made Toby's dick stand up. Terrell tried to ignore it. Slowly, he moved the washcloth down to the boy's torso. He noticed a tent in the towel that covered the boy's waist and thought it was odd but didn't give it much thought. Gradually, Terrell removed the towel from around the patient's waist so he could wash the boy's crotch. When he removed the towel, he revealed a large, throbbing, red cock. The boy blushed and apologized. Terrell, who had been taught this might happen, reassured the boy that he shouldn't be embarrassed. He continued to wash the boy's crotch even though the boy sported a throbbing hard-on. The boy repeatedly apologized, explaining he wasn't gay and that he didn't understand why his dick was so hard. Terrell tried to calm the patient by saying the boy's erection was only natural and that he wasn't offended. As the boy continued to apologize while Terrell leaned forward, washing his white thighs, Terrell felt the boy's hand on the back of his head, gently but firmly pushing him toward his throbbing erection. Toby's eyes widened with alarm. He didn't want to be fired for molesting a patient, yet it was quite clear that the patient wanted services that nursing aides aren't supposed to offer. He didn't resist the boy. Soon, at the patient's coaxing, Terrell's face was directly above the hard, throbbing member that leaked precum. The boy pushed on the back of Terrell's head as his white cock parted the black boy's lips. Terre, hypnotized by the beauty and power of the white boy's cock, allowed it to enter his mouth and rest on his tongue. Terrell's instincts took over. He crossed the line from providing medical service to serving the handsome white boy in another way. Since the boy's cock was already in Terrell's mouth, he sucked it like a lollipop. The white boy sighed and moaned while clutching the black boy's head, making him work for him. Terrell ran his tongue up and down the white boy's shaft, savoring the taste of his flesh in his mouth. The boy's grip on Terrell's head tightened. He shuttered and forced Terrell's head up and down his shaft in a frenzy, using the black boy's mouth like a fuck-toy saying, "Yeah. Suck that big, white dick, you Nigger slut." They were hateful words, but both boys were suddenly even more aroused. Terrell felt a burst of energy and ecstasy. He sucked the white boy's cock with reckless abandon. Terrell sucked his white patient's cock, imagining that he was the white boy's slave and he had no choice but to obey his young master. The patient let out a deep moan. Terrell felt the boy's cock twitch in his mouth. He felt the boy's cum rise up the shaft. The young, white master erupted in the black boy's mouth. Terrell tasted the boy's hot, salty semen glide down his tongue At that moment, Terrell became convinced that he was born to be a white boy's sex slave. When the boy relaxed and caught his breath, Terrell extracted the boy's half-erect cock from his mouth. Streams of white cum ran down the side of Terrell's dark lips. After the boy was through with Terrell, he was too embarrassed to look the black boy in the face. Terrell was also too embarrassed to look at the white boy, who had become his master. Terrell resumed washing the young white patient's body and then went on to see other patients as if nothing had ever happened. But everything had now changed. (To be continued)