Let my just put it this way – I knew a lot of guys, and some chicks too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn’t really call them friends, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys. Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came bedroom to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in. After what seemed like hours, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in,, his face looked similar to Dannell’s and Darnell’s but older, not as lean and, for lack of a better word, harder. I need to admit – he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn’t see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand desi ‘who are you?’ The portly man made a strange facial expression that combined amusement, aggression, and lust “you can call me ‘Master’ and the more you sound like a little girl who believes and enjoys that, the better for you.” I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned. “What the fuck?” It was then, when, without a word he grabbed me roughly and threw me down on the floor that I realized I was naked too. “Ok, white boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you want to take it up the ass dry right away?” “What the fuck?” I repeated. “Ass or throat, bitch?” He growled, “which one do you want, or I should really say ‘need’ first?” “What are you nuts?” I was disoriented, but starting to snap out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic situation, I would be lying if wife I didn’t admit I was intimidated and frightened. More, and a little oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a fear adrenaline rush. “You can suck my nuts later,” that menacing expression of sexual menace and violence flashed across his face again, “you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, white bitch boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my dick or take it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW!” Here I have a confession to make, or a lot of what follows might not make any sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the basics of fucking penetration but not enough to know about subtleties, like clitorises, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried broom handles in my ass. The ordinary broom handle was a little bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable lesson about clean up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa’s big plow shovel had a thick knob at the end instead of just a thin handle. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my modest little white boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it – learning a sharp and very valuable lesson about lubrication the first time I poked myself with it. But the first time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The thick knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry lick about needing a wall to push against and the orgasm I got from doing it was one of the most intense I had ever had up to that time. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up licking faster. I did worry about splinters a little, but gratefully I never experienced any. Some years later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that males should not be permitted to penetrate a vagina until they had had a broom handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid requirement, I am among the most qualified males on the planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess. Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovel handle I was sure I could take it up the ass more or less without too much pain if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel handle once experimentally, but since that didn’t have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into shape but never had done it. “Well, what’s it gonna be bitch? I ain’t waitin’ all night?” Stammering, I weakly mumbled “mouth…” “Thank you for taking such good care of my dog, darling.” Mollie could hardly believe what she was hearing. But what was I thinking. My ears were immediately assaulted with death-metal, and my eyes were filled with debauchery. It felt quite a bit like home, the sheer amount of dark energy had the stump where his arm was tingling. And that was okay. I was so shocked, embarrassed and turned on that I just stood there, not able to move. “Performance augmentation protocols active.” said the voice in my head. We finished lunch and left Bandera. At least this time it wasn't a miniskirt but a more licking modest one. She stuck her head out at him, shrugged, and held her hands up in a silent “what?” gesture. I explained. I licked at her hymen, caressing that gentle membrane. Rita Lynn's internal organs were filled with embalming fluid via the aspirating needle/syringe. “If you'd like a better look at them, we could find somewhere more private.” The only problem was, I would have to make it to their dorm dressed as the corduroy crossdresser that I was. Tom had another involuntary day off work when his truck broke down again. Ron bedroom felt sure that this was his best erection ever wife and he was starting to think of the best way to use it for as long as possible. Rita and Doris were brightly illuminated, the rest of us in shadow. “I’ve got money, for the most part. This time she chose the balcony around the flame on the torch of the Statue of Liberty at New York, New York. More!” My lick right testicle popped into the blazing hot of Mark's mouth. She came home and was very tired and she decided to crash," He answered. He freed me. I leaned up and kissed her. It ended in a nice sponge bath and more kissing and giggling. I licked my lips, groaning and shivering as the churning swelled and swelled inside of me. It drove me towards an orgasm. He knew his mother didn't want him to follow her, and that was okay because he didn't want to spoil what they had just shared with the anger and hate he felt. A little weird but nobody seemed to think anything of it. "We do not have the time for..." she started. “Don’t call me that!” Yavara bellowed, “Prestira didn’t call me that! “So desi what should I do?” "Just a thought."