I was recently asked how I came to realize the sexual importance and Supremacy of black men. Here goes...
Embarrassing story - high school, circa early 2000s. I was walking out of the gym locker room with a towel on when I realized I'd have to cut through a group of naked black athletes to get to my locker. All of them being tall and ripped, I was very intimidated. Walking through with my head down, I accidentally slipped.
*FWIP!*
There went my towel.
I fell back onto the floor with a thud, sending a pain through my ass and back. There I was, splayed out on my back - soaking wet and cold from the shower, if you know what I mean - completely naked and surrounded by the black dudes. They turned to look at me with alarm and concern at first... But then I saw their eyes flicker toward my penis. My little white penis, shriveled up from the cold. God, I still get embarrassed just thinking about.
Concerned looks turned to barely masked amusement. I saw cocky looks appear on their faces with quiet chuckles and snickers. As I turned red, it became my turn to flicker my eyes downward - and...
Cocks. Big, long, dangling black cocks. Tons of them, all around me. Pointing downward at me, as it mocking me. So big. So much bigger than I thought possible. My mouth was slightly agape as I looked around.
One hardcore stud in particular was in the middle of rubbing some lotion on his cock. My eyes lingered as his strong fingers stroked his ebony pipe and coated his large dark balls in shining lotion. This was literally right in front of me, no joke. I could practically count the wrinkles on his sack, and I could smell the aloe.
This all happened within the span of a few seconds, but it was long enough for the black dudes to see that I was agog at the size of their chocolate cocks. The dude rubbing lotion on his dick laughed dismissively as he set the bottle down and walked up to me.
I watched his cock with each step. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Balls bounced with each movement. I felt like a sardine being approached by a shark.
Holding out one huge hand, he grabbed my arm and yanked me up. It was like a giant picking up a toy, he was so strong. "C'mon man, get up."
I looked around wildly as the black dudes all chuckled and began getting back to their business. I looked around quickly for my towel, but couldn't see where it went. I was eager to move on, so I timidly cupped my hands over my little white weenie and slinked away quickly. I stole one look back and caught Mr. Lotion again, this time with his leg up on the bench with cock and balls dangling heavy and low - still shining from the lotion.
I shudder just thinking about it.
It was then that I realized the truth. I wondered if girls knew about it. I wondered what would happen if they found out about the black dudes in our school.
Then guess what? One day I leave class to see my blonde, lily white high school sweetheart with her hand on a black jock's rock hard abs while he held his shirt up a bit, one of the same dudes from the locker room. He looked over at me and flashed a cocky grin through slit eyes. I turned beet red. He said something to my girl and she turned to look at me while giggling. I was suddenly very, very afraid.
She told me he had boasted that he had the best abs in school, and she challenged him on it. Cocky buck he was, he showed her right then there and coaxed her into touching them.
She told me that what I saw him say was "There's your boyfriend. And by the way, my cock gets even harder than my abs."
She laughed again! I couldn't believe it. The balls on this guy.
The balls, indeed.
And she was OK with him talking this way! If I talked to a pretty girl I barely knew about my cock, she'd slap the ******* out of me. But she was totally into it when he said it. Life isn't fair.
Two weeks later, I find out from a friend that she went to a party with this guy and they disappeared into a bedroom for a few hours. I was too distraught to say anything to her.
Then a day or two later, she tells me she thinks we need to go on a break. I knew what was happening. Break, my ass.
She never called me again. The last time I ever saw her was right before graduation, walking around in tiny shorts, a tank top, and flip flops while the black jock strutted along next to her.
No idea what ultimately became of either of them, but I have no question - he plundered the pussy with his long black cock. He fucked her the way she had never been fucked.
The way she needed to be fucked.
The way she DESERVED to be fucked.
And it was then that I began to understand: black men are something special. It all began that day in the locker room.
And it took a few years, but the fear interracial sexuality became reluctance as I started looking at interracial porn. Harmless, I thought. But it tapped into something. It made me think of the black buck and my ex, fucking madly and hungrily. Of his big black cock shooting spurts of cum onto her pretty face while he roared proudly, marking his territory.
Reluctance became acceptance. She was never gonna stay with me. She needed a real man. A strong man. A BLACK man. Many women do.
And acceptance has become...
submission.
I submit to the black cock.
Yes, I submit to the black cock. And I love everything it stands for.
Strength, virility, dominance, power, and orgasmic sexual pleasure.
So fuck onward, you black emperors. Let no tender white pussy be off limits. Let no fertile field be without your seed. And I will do all I can to help. Think of me as your squire.
All I ask is that you share some photos and video
Embarrassing story - high school, circa early 2000s. I was walking out of the gym locker room with a towel on when I realized I'd have to cut through a group of naked black athletes to get to my locker. All of them being tall and ripped, I was very intimidated. Walking through with my head down, I accidentally slipped.
*FWIP!*
There went my towel.
I fell back onto the floor with a thud, sending a pain through my ass and back. There I was, splayed out on my back - soaking wet and cold from the shower, if you know what I mean - completely naked and surrounded by the black dudes. They turned to look at me with alarm and concern at first... But then I saw their eyes flicker toward my penis. My little white penis, shriveled up from the cold. God, I still get embarrassed just thinking about.
Concerned looks turned to barely masked amusement. I saw cocky looks appear on their faces with quiet chuckles and snickers. As I turned red, it became my turn to flicker my eyes downward - and...
Cocks. Big, long, dangling black cocks. Tons of them, all around me. Pointing downward at me, as it mocking me. So big. So much bigger than I thought possible. My mouth was slightly agape as I looked around.
One hardcore stud in particular was in the middle of rubbing some lotion on his cock. My eyes lingered as his strong fingers stroked his ebony pipe and coated his large dark balls in shining lotion. This was literally right in front of me, no joke. I could practically count the wrinkles on his sack, and I could smell the aloe.
This all happened within the span of a few seconds, but it was long enough for the black dudes to see that I was agog at the size of their chocolate cocks. The dude rubbing lotion on his dick laughed dismissively as he set the bottle down and walked up to me.
I watched his cock with each step. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Balls bounced with each movement. I felt like a sardine being approached by a shark.
Holding out one huge hand, he grabbed my arm and yanked me up. It was like a giant picking up a toy, he was so strong. "C'mon man, get up."
I looked around wildly as the black dudes all chuckled and began getting back to their business. I looked around quickly for my towel, but couldn't see where it went. I was eager to move on, so I timidly cupped my hands over my little white weenie and slinked away quickly. I stole one look back and caught Mr. Lotion again, this time with his leg up on the bench with cock and balls dangling heavy and low - still shining from the lotion.
I shudder just thinking about it.
It was then that I realized the truth. I wondered if girls knew about it. I wondered what would happen if they found out about the black dudes in our school.
Then guess what? One day I leave class to see my blonde, lily white high school sweetheart with her hand on a black jock's rock hard abs while he held his shirt up a bit, one of the same dudes from the locker room. He looked over at me and flashed a cocky grin through slit eyes. I turned beet red. He said something to my girl and she turned to look at me while giggling. I was suddenly very, very afraid.
She told me he had boasted that he had the best abs in school, and she challenged him on it. Cocky buck he was, he showed her right then there and coaxed her into touching them.
She told me that what I saw him say was "There's your boyfriend. And by the way, my cock gets even harder than my abs."
She laughed again! I couldn't believe it. The balls on this guy.
The balls, indeed.
And she was OK with him talking this way! If I talked to a pretty girl I barely knew about my cock, she'd slap the ******* out of me. But she was totally into it when he said it. Life isn't fair.
Two weeks later, I find out from a friend that she went to a party with this guy and they disappeared into a bedroom for a few hours. I was too distraught to say anything to her.
Then a day or two later, she tells me she thinks we need to go on a break. I knew what was happening. Break, my ass.
She never called me again. The last time I ever saw her was right before graduation, walking around in tiny shorts, a tank top, and flip flops while the black jock strutted along next to her.
No idea what ultimately became of either of them, but I have no question - he plundered the pussy with his long black cock. He fucked her the way she had never been fucked.
The way she needed to be fucked.
The way she DESERVED to be fucked.
And it was then that I began to understand: black men are something special. It all began that day in the locker room.
And it took a few years, but the fear interracial sexuality became reluctance as I started looking at interracial porn. Harmless, I thought. But it tapped into something. It made me think of the black buck and my ex, fucking madly and hungrily. Of his big black cock shooting spurts of cum onto her pretty face while he roared proudly, marking his territory.
Reluctance became acceptance. She was never gonna stay with me. She needed a real man. A strong man. A BLACK man. Many women do.
And acceptance has become...
submission.
I submit to the black cock.
Yes, I submit to the black cock. And I love everything it stands for.
Strength, virility, dominance, power, and orgasmic sexual pleasure.
So fuck onward, you black emperors. Let no tender white pussy be off limits. Let no fertile field be without your seed. And I will do all I can to help. Think of me as your squire.
All I ask is that you share some photos and video
