How Straight whiteboys get converted
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love it I'm a white boi who craves big black cock--those straight studs in interracial porn turned me "black cock gay"!
You are so right I want my wife To Mount A BBC And Clean Her And Him Up After Their Finished ! Mmmmm
DeuxHeartz
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After more than 3-4 yrs watching IR porn, 2 yrs BBC cuckold, and some 'bi' sexual sessions you end up wishing you were born a woman.
OK so this original commentary was well written in my opinion . Very concise as well as respectful in expressing a theory on such a sensitive topic. Personally, I found this idea of the genesis and subsequent path of white men to their understanding of the natural order of racial position within the human food chain so to speak. I would like to expand on this writers theory if I may...
So first a little background info . I am a white man who was born and raised in a ruff part of a ruff city and I hate the word ghetto but that is what my town is known as by the general public. A ghetto, pretty famous ghetto, predominantly black ghetto. So I will start there. I have always admired black people. They are strong, honest, attractive, gifted, and confident. I was a close friend of several black dudes and a target of bullying to quite a few others. Black girls loved me. I loved them too. But it was not the black girls nor the black dudes who were my friends that held the to consume my attention. It was the bullies
I could not figure out why I did not hate them but rather felt driven to understand, forgive and befriend them. I was no punk. When a white dude or Mexican would get even a little bold , I was like a zero tolerance , " you must be stupid bitch, think your gonna punk somebody here !" I would get enraged at the thought of any attempt at dominance over me and my whole body would go into warrior mode. ******* ran hot, muscles locked, voice sank deep, stance widened, eyes raged, ear closed, brain forsake ability to reason, combat ensued.
Now, when a black dude would decide to get a lil frustration out and pick me as a potential place to do unload some aggression, my reaction was quite different. My my ears listened intently to his gripe, my brain analyzed his struggle, my eyes expressed the concern of a loved one, my mouth spoke softly in response and with gentle words, and the most mysterious and most powerful of all of my body's instinctual reactions would occur without fail. In a matter of seconds a unusually abundant supply of pre come would saturate my briefs( tighty- whiteys) and steadily run down my inner thigh.
Fast forward, age 16. Tension at home was thick. Mom and dad were not as they had always been . I kept silent and wondered. My much more outgoing sister did not. While dropping me off at work one day , she informed me that mom and dad would be splitting up. She further went on to say that this was due to our mom having an affair. Shock, anger, judgement, are the basic tone of my feelings toward my mom. Shellshocked I did my shift at work in a zombie like trance and alternated between feelings of disgust for mom and ideas of how I would make sure that I found who this dude was , how badly I would hurt him when I attacked and mostly how I would guarantee that no matter what mom did, she would never lay eyes on that dude again. These thoughts remained unchanged for the days following. So, after I gathered the things I would need to carry out my vengeance on the little lovebirds, I began my investigation. My first step brought a quick end to my huge covert survellience plot. I went to have a second talk with my sis to gather any clues she might have about possible suspects. First question she replied " I know who he is, I know everything. Mom told me from the beginning." Then she spilled it all to me. Shock , I knew the person she named and I knew the activity that they participated in which provided the setting to become acquainted and I had accompanied mom several times and interacted with him . I drove home without a single thought of any sort. I walked in , went to my bedroom undressed , got into bed, and marveled at the greatness of one complete changes in my view of things and distressed terribly over the shame of the new thought growing. The man my sister named was a black dude. My anger for him dissapeared, it was replaced instantly by an urge to accommodate him in way I could . Unfortunately, all I could imagine were accommodations that enabled me to see him stretch and bury himself into my mom.
Amazing story, and you are lucky to grow up in that world. You were raised right, to know that Black men are so important. And glad to hear your mom was luck to find out the truth as well.
I cannot see myself ever wearing women's clothes and yet I willingly will perform the sexual duties of a woman for a Black Man. Afterwards I convert back to an almost straight white man until the next Black Man wants me...
littlesquirt
Male
Going to school where black was the predominant race i feel is the root of it all for me. Experiencing just how superior they are by just association with them especially through sports
Thank you, I was indeed lucky. I hope you enjoy my account of the long road of self discovery that was to lie ahead. Please share any thoughts you have. Well, on with my story....
Well, ******* was not something that I had ever fantasized about and was disturbing for me. I was a shy young man and very timid in my approach toward adolescent sexual experience. Needless to say , I kept my immoral thoughts to myself and tried to deflect my urges to fantasize of .My mom's indiscretions. Thankfully, my parents worked through things without a word to the rest of the family and enjoyed a lifetime together . I proceeded to high school and met my future wife and mom of my ******* and after a year of dating, at age 17 , I finally gathered enough courage to make love for the first time. Hurray!
For the next next few years, I underwent so many struggles which took me over 2 decades to understand and I could never possibly relay in depth but in a nutshell, I spent my late teens engaging in constant violent acts upon any guy who spoke more than 2 words to my girl in the belief that I despised any form of infidelity and simultaneously proclaimed a newfound dislike of black people and proceeded to associate with white convicts from surrounding areas. Thankfully, after about 3 years of that nonsense, a person entered my life and rescued me from a miserable life of hatred. It took much longer for my possessive, jealous ways to be found untrue of my nature. In short, I was young , confused, in denial and self hatred and I fought my guilty feelings of sexual desire by acting out in opposite of my true feelings. As it turns out, I am a man with unyielding desire to share my woman and even be excluded from deciding when and who she enjoys . Likewise with whole racist falsehood, as it turns out I greatly admire the black race and am in awe of the power that black men possess in my sexual fantasy
There is no way to deny the superiority of the Black man in bed
So, after those first few years of sexual discovery that provides young people with more than sufficient supply of available experiences to explore without any risk of boredom being an issue , and I had tried all of the things that excited me and revisited the ones I enjoyed many times, I grew to find sex as an activity just o.k.at best and a chore most often. Bored , frustrated, oppressed. Masturbation was much more fun since I could imagine acting on my true desires, which remained unchanged and ever growing . My wife being taken by other men , most often by black men and the less frequent but enduring desire of the same thing with my mom
