Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 23:45:04 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: International Boarding House (Part 2),  Interratial

International Boarding House. Part 2
By
Alfredo Garcia

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	A few days after the incident with his uncle my beautiful lover
told me that he already had the air ticket to return to his country the
following week. In the days that followed I noticed that he seemed very
nervous. I didn't know what was going through his head, but it seemed that
he no longer wanted to be with me. The night before he was due to leave I
went to his room and I tried to excite him and to provoke his desire with
caresses. I needed him to make love to me, but he turned me down
sharply. He seemed to be angry with me, ashamed of what had happened
between us and said that I was a fag. Now that he was going to return to
his wife, his family, his friends, and all his past life, he wanted to
erase everything that had happened between us. It was as though I were to
blame for everything that happened, that that I had seduced, manipulated,
and cheated him. I felt terrible, my eyes filled with tears, in a last
attempt to regain his affection I tried to stroke his cheek, a strong slap
made me give up. That night in my room I was crying with rage and
impotence. Could it be true that I was responsible for everything? I
remembered the early days, the mornings I cleaned his room while he slept
when it was almost dark, my excitement, my fears, and how the desire to
stroke and caress him slowly grew in me. Who started this? Who caused it?
At the time I felt that I was being seduced, was it possible that the
situation was reversed? Could I have been the seducer? If so it meant that
I was gay, I was a queer even before I met him, and he was just the pretext
for these deep impulses come to the surface, impulses which probably lived
within me since my early childhood. But apart from him I had never wanted
to be with a man. I could make a list of the girls who had loved me, and
who I'd fallen in love with. It was true that despite my age I'd never had
physical contact with a girl, not a kiss, not even a touch.
	Early next morning he came to my room to say goodbye. He asked if
I'd do him a favor and take a package of things that he could not take back
home to his uncle. He also gave me a letter with the uncle's
address. Finally he took hasty farewell with just a caress of the back of
his hand on my cheek, not a kiss, not even a hug. For a split second I
thought I saw a gleam in his eyes of affection and tenderness for me, that
was it.
	The following day I decided to re-think my life. What was I doing
in London? Alone, no friends, no serious work, no project; it was clear
that I was not going to write any PhD thesis, and that without any social
relations my terrible English would not improve. I had to go home and
rebuild my life. Perhaps I wasn't a fag, perhaps it was a perfectly natural
for two heterosexual men who are lonely in a strange and hostile country to
compensate for the lack of affection and unfulfilled sexual needs. But what
I would do with the packet? And the letter? Would I take them to his uncle?
I remembered the last time I saw him when he had followed us down the
street, and how excited and flattered I had been by his interest in me. I
also remembered the scene in room 208, which caused us both to ejaculate
within seconds; and the resulting backlash from my lover. I would be
extremely embarrassed to meet him again, not to mention what could happen
if I found him alone. That gave me an immediate erection, and this happened
despite the tremendous fear of what he might do to me.
	For two days I resisted, but on the third evening I gave in and
found myself walking to Camden Town where his uncle lived. I took the
letter and package, but only intended to find out where, and with whom, he
lived. Later perhaps I would meet him. The address was an old, dilapidated
house. It was dark in the narrow street, and there only black men in this
area, three of them sitting beside the door. They looked really mean, when
they saw me approaching they stopped talking. I was afraid to go closer and
thought of turning back, but then decided that it might be worse if they
saw that I was afraid. As I passed them clutching the package tightly one
of them one gave me a slap on the ass.
	"If you show me what you have in the package, I'll show you what I
have here," he said rubbing his penis through his pants.
	I hurried away until I turned a corner where I paused breathing
hard and decided I would not go there. A few seconds later I felt a hand on
my shoulder, I turned again ready to run, but there was my lover's uncle.
	"What are you doing here?" His smile reassured me, he was a really
big, strong man, and this time he did not seem ugly. He was clean shaven,
dressed in blue overalls, obviously he'd just returned from work at the
docks.
	I explained that his nephew had home and that he had asked me to
deliver the package. He invited me to come home with him for a beer. I made
an excuse about running late, but he insisted, putting one of his huge
hands on my shoulders. A small shiver ran down my body and my penis began
to be stiffen. I swallowed hard, and agreed to go with him. As we walked
his hand was still on my shoulder, and my erection continued to
grow. Approaching the house the three men looked at us, I think they saw
the bulge in my pants, but they did not dare to say anything. They greeted
my imposing protector respectfully, but he walked right past them without
acknowledging their greeting.
	His home was a single room with a bed, wardrobe, table with two
chairs, a small kitchen area, and a tiny bathroom with a shower. It was
small, but everything seemed clean and tidy. Once inside I gave him the
package, he was about to open it, when I remembered the letter. I took it
out of my pocket and gave it to him, he opened it immediately and I saw him
smiling as he read it. Then he looked into my eyes, and still smiling, he
stroked the back of his hand across my cheek. I blushed and tried to look
away mumbling an apology to leave.
	"Don't go, stay and have dinner with me for bringing me the
package, it will not take long." He opened two beers and offered me
one. While preparing dinner he asked me about my studies, my family, my
projects. I calmed down and realized that he was an intelligent and
sensitive man, perhaps he didn't want me sexually. But what was written in
the letter, why did he smile as he read it? Maybe it was about me and
revealed intimate things about my sexuality, and asked him to be my new
lover. What did the package contain? Yes, almost certainly it was the
female clothes my former lover had bought for me and sometimes made me
wear. Just thinking about it gave me a powerful erection. I tried to move
my penis, but just then he turned and saw what I was doing. He smiled, but
I got red with embarrassment. Then I saw him also repositioned his penis
which was very visibly pushing against the material of his pants. However,
he went on as if nothing had happened.
	We sat at the table and he opened a bottle of wine to accompany the
hamburgers that he had just prepared. I did not want to drink wine because
I was not used to it and the beer had gone to my head, but before I could
say anything he'd poured a couple of glasses. During the meal he told me
about his life: he hoped to be able to bring his family to London, his
wife, his son who was my age and two youngest daughters. After a second
glass of wine I felt a bit dizzy. We finished the meal, and then he pulled
out a pipe, and invited me to smoke with him, he said it was a special
snuff; I smelled marijuana. We sat on the bed, my head was beginning to
spin, but I tried to control myself and not inhale the smoke. It made no
difference, the room was already smoke filled. By this time I knew that I
wasn't going to be leaving the room that night.
	He put one large hand on my leg and the other on my shoulder and
pushed me back down on the bed, I lay still, paralyzed, unable to turn my
face and look into his eyes. I was shaking, my heart was pounding as though
it would explode.
	"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he pressed his chest
against mine.
	We lay there for a few minutes; slowly I relaxed and my breathing
slowed down. He removed his hand from my knee and slowly began to unbutton
my shirt, I gulped, and held my breath again. His big warm hand touched my
bare chest, and again my heart felt as though it might burst. He must have
felt it beating because he pressed his hand on my heart and gradually it
slowed to a normal rate. The tip of his fingers brushed my nipples, I began
to moan as a huge wave of pleasure washed over me. I leaned my face against
his chest, his hand lifted my chin and made me look into his eyes. His gaze
seemed to penetrate me, I tried to turn my head, but he wouldn't let
me. His lips came up to mine barely touching them, I could not bear to wait
any longer and pressed my lips to his. In an instant his wet tongue ran
across my parched lips. It was super exciting, but I did not understand why
he prolonged my agony with his excruciating slowness. Suddenly he lifted me
up to stand between his legs, and he quickly stripped me: shoes, socks,
pants, and finally when he eased down my underpants my erect penis sprang
free. His hands began to stroke me, one in front and the other behind,
virtually all-embracing my ass with one hand, the other wrapped around my
penis and testicles. His thick lips nibbled my tender nipples, his finger,
big as a penis, penetrate my mouth, my tongue caressed it as I sucked. He
withdrew his finger and when I felt his hand slide down my back I spread my
legs to show him that I was willing. A moment later the tip of that wet
finger was easing its way into my anus. It only went in a little bit, I
wanted him to go further, but he pulled it out and stood up.
	He sat me down on the bed and he began to undress himself, folding
his clothes neatly and putting them on a chair. His body was imposing and
muscular, his smooth, dark skin shone, curly black hair on his chest and
thighs, and the shape of his erect penis obscene under his white
underpants. Now it was he who stood between my legs, clearly he hoped I
would finish undressing him. I pulled down his underpants and his ebony
penis stood naked before my eyes. I began to stroke it with the tips of my
fingers, my gaze was mesmerized by the beautiful organ and the precum
oozing from the rosy slit of the glans. I caressed it with my cheek. I held
the shaft in one hand, so thick that my fingers were not able to completely
encircle it. With my other hand I caressed his huge, silky testicles, and
with the tip of my tongue I licked the liquid which leaked steadily from
the slit. Then he wrapped his strong arms around my body and lifted me, I
linked my hands around his neck tilting my head up looking for his lips. We
kissed deeply, his tongue and mine, our bodies rubbing passionately against
each other, my penis against one of his thighs, his reaching up to my
waist. I lost all inhibitions, my tongue sucked and kissed his nipples, my
eager hands ran over his body as I rubbed my super excited penis against
his thigh. He stopped my frenzy with a strong slap on my ass.
	"Relax, we have all night," he said laying me down on the bed face
up. "Come, show me what my nephew tells me you do so well."
	Of course I would show him! I didn't want him to ever forget this
night. I got off the bed and moved around his body, caressing him with my
fingers and my lips, sometimes light as feathers, other times pushy and
possessive. He groaned, he moaned. His penis had already shed more precum
than I could pour into an orgasm. Several times I had to stop my caressing
to twist and tweak his penis to stop an impending orgasm. I could not touch
my own penis, nor even let it touch his body, my tip was also dripping and
on the verge of orgasm, the lightest touch, and I would have cum.
	He called for a pause, pulled out a bottle of rum and poured two
glasses, then relit his marijuana pipe. Our sweaty bodies glowed, our
penises gradually lost some of their rigidity, then he handed me the
package.
	"Go to the bathroom and make yourself beautiful." Clearly my guess
about the contents of the package and the letter were confirmed. I felt
humiliated, would he want to change my gender? I felt angry and thought
about leaving. But then he smiled at me, and put his hand on my
shoulder. "You want make me happy, don't you?" He spun me around, and with
a strong slap on my bare ass pushed me towards the small bathroom. I turned
defiantly touching my sore, hot ass and he looked me up and down
slowly. "It's just so you learn who is the boss here," he said clutching
his penis with one hand. My penis betrayed me, it started to rise, he saw
it and smiled. "My handsome boy, do what you have to do," and he sat down
at the table again.
	I kept looking at him, furious and rubbing my sore buttock. He
poured himself a glass of rum punch and began to smoke the pipe without
looking at me. I went to the bathroom, closed and latched the door, then
sat on the toilet to reflect. I did not like the way he had treated me and
was not willing to pamper him, but my erect penis seemed to feel
differently. His aggressiveness both annoyed and excited me. I opened the
package, there was lingerie, underwear, suspenders, garters, panties,
negligees, petticoats, thongs, camisoles, shoes, white, red, black, high
heels. These were gifts my old lover had given me from time to time. There
was also perfume, lubricants, and makeup. I lifted the perfumed,
semi-transparent, white silk camisole with lace on the edges to my
lips. Then remembered the evening that my first lover gave it to me. That
was the first time I'd worn women's underwear. The effect of its soft touch
on my skin was overwhelming, it excited me, as did the shining eyes of my
lover full of desire.
	That was when I discovered the seductiveness of my body; how to
raise my legs; how to stretch my arms above my head; how to move my pelvis;
how to smile. I rubbed the soft fabric, looked at my erect penis and
smiled. From its tip hung a drop of seminal fluid. I picked it up with a
fingertip, took it to my mouth and savored it. `Yes, yes, I will get
dressed in those clothes,' I thought, `I too have powers, and I know how to
use them to make him do what I want.' After making the decision I felt much
better, imagining his reaction when he saw me made me feel calm and
confident. `No, I don't give a damn what the rest of the world feels about
it, dressing like a girl excites me.' I perfumed my body, I put on the
chemise, stockings and garter belt, and the high heels. My penis, which had
softened in the shower, swelled on contact with the panties. Still it was
not very big and the whole length was hidden under the panties. (By the
way, I would have preferred a somewhat smaller penis, especially when it is
erect, I think it is too masculine when I dress in women's clothes.) I used
some makeup: eyes, lips, cheeks. I also lubricated my anus. I looked in the
small mirror. `Yes, yes, I'm very handsome and pretty, I like myself,' I
said to myself, then blew myself a kiss in the mirror and went out to
conquer a new lover.
	I opened the bathroom door, he turned his head, the bottle of rum
was half empty, he must be a little bit drunk. I didn't care. I raised one
arm over my head and placed it on the door frame, and my other hand on my
hip. I stretch my legs in a sexy pose, arching my body with a seductive
smile. His eyes sparkled, his face lit up and he stretched a hand toward
me. I walked slowly on my high heels, put a hand on his shoulder and stood
between his legs. One of his hands slid up behind my legs rubbing my silk
stockings from my ankles to the exposed skin between the top of the
stockings and the lace of my panties. My skin was fresh and clean, his hand
warm. His other hand was around my body moving up and down feeling the
shape of my body through the thin fabric. Clearly he was enjoying the
contact because I watched as his penis slowly rose. I looked into his eyes
smiling, he breathed in deeply inhaling my scent.
	"Forgive me if I was a little rough with you," he said hoarsely.
	"It doesn't matter, I know you're going to be a good boy, you'll
see how happy I will make you," I muttered softly in his ear as I caressed
his neck with one hand.
	The hand stroking my leg slipped under my panties and caressed my
buttocks, his other hand reached under my camisole and stroked my
nipples. The contact between the rough skin of his warm hand and my soft
and fresh skin was exquisitely exciting. I wanted to make this last so I
tried to stop him. I leant my head down seeking his lips and barely brushed
them with my wet tongue.  He kissed me hard. I tried to control myself, but
my tongue entered his mouth. His breath smelled of alcohol, his male
perfume. I opened my lips to admit his fingertips, his moan of pleasure
drowned mine. His other hand covered all my masculinity. I got carried away
by the wave and surrendered to him, front and rear, my mouth, my lips, my
penis, my ass, my whole body was his, not mine. My gift to him was
unconditional.
	I tried to caress his beautiful erect penis, but he picked me up
and threw me on the bed. For a moment my mind captured the scene, like a
photograph, a moment of space-time. I, wrapped in exquisite feminine
clothes, my arms outstretched toward him, parted my long legs to show him
my erect sex. His muscular body, arms, chest, legs, neck, thighs, erect
penis, desire, desire and passion. Two forms of masculinity face to face,
awaiting the magical moment between past and future. Who could appreciate
the beauty, the magic? The penis, only a few centimeters of flesh, embodies
the limits of masculinity. The intimacy between the trembling hemispheres
of a young man wrapped in female silks, thighs lubricated, penis erect,
ready, eager for penetration a thousand times desired. To be or not to be
of male sexuality, waiting for his supreme consecration.
	His imposing glans, smooth, lubricated, contacted the tender cleft
between the perfect hemispheres of a young, beautiful, and happy man. I
pulled down the panties to mid-thigh baring part of my long, beautiful
white legs, offering him my erect penis. Then I took them right off. I felt
desirable, beautiful, female. I offered him my ass, his tongue licked at
it, then penetrated my tight sphincter. I remembered my experiences when
I'd licked girls, my tongue playing with their little clitorises. Now my
lover's needs became pressing, his tongue moved to my penis. When I wrapped
my legs around his strong neck he sucked both my cock and balls into his
mouth as if I was his girl. A sort of languor came over me. I opened up for
him, willing to sacrifice everything to his needs, accept the pain to give
him what he needed.
	"I want to be yours, I want to be yours with all the strength of my
soul," I murmured. "I want to feel my body being opened as your beautiful
penis penetrates slowly into me, like you are conquering the inside of my
body."
	It would not be the first time the miracle had happened, my first
lover made me feel this way so many times, but it would be the first time
that such a monstrous member had penetrated me, a man I barely knew, a
black giant. I feel female, infinitely vulnerable and beautiful. I closed
my eyes, concentrating my mind and soul on the sensations that awaited
me. I felt the pressure as his penis lodged in my sphincter, then a stab of
pain. I parted my legs further to give him better access, but only the tip
penetrated. I pressed down as though to shit, and then... Then the miracle
occurred. It was the first time that our beings were fused into one
another, our eyes melted. His penis penetrated and in one stroke swept away
all resistance; our beings were fused into one another. I knew that this
was the way to happiness and accepted the pain gratefully. Seeking his lips
our mouths met, his tongue also penetrated me. I wrapped my legs around his
body, he was mine and mine alone. He was happy, I was happy, the game
playing was over, this was the truth, the desire, the passion of my inmost
being. For a while he remained still inside me: I felt full. I looked into
his eyes and smiled. He moved his penis inside of me, I could feel it deep
in my body, the pain was gone, now there was only pleasure. Our tongues
played, and gradually his penis started to move inside me filling my mind
with flowers, light and color. Gradually he picked up the pace of the
onslaught on my asshole as I tightened my sphincter seeking to give him
more pleasure. I do not know how long it lasted, we were both in a trance
induced by marijuana, rum, unsatisfied desire, loneliness, fear. The rest
of the universe disappeared, our bodies and minds were intertwined, our
beings made one. Groans, words of love, "More, more, my love, yeah, yeah,
yeahÉ" Then his thrusts became stronger, more violent, I felt as if his
huge penis was piercing my body from end to end. I wrung his nipples, I
scratched his back, but he kept thrusting, determined to fill my body with
his sperm.

	Suddenly I felt that I was about to cum without even touching
myself! I started moaning, and screaming in a voice that I did not
recognize. My sphincter went into a spasm that squeezed his penis tightly
as it sank deeper into my body, while from his throat came a profound,
almost bestial sound. I remembered nothing more until I woke some time
later. I felt the weight of his body crushing me. His breathing was deep,
he'd fallen asleep, but his penis is still deep within me. I felt possessed
and happy. Now I did not want to think about what had just happened, or its
consequences. I didn't want to think about the future, I wanted to focus
only on right now.
	After a while I was beginning to get uncomfortable, I needed to
move my legs. I stroked his neck and back, slowly he awoke, then rolled
over on to his back pulling me over too so that I was now on top of him. My
chemise was glued to my body, wrinkled and smeared with my makeup that had
run. I tried to ease my way free, but he held me close, and I felt his
penis beginning to grow inside me. I sat up, my penis was also growing and
soon we were both erect. I moved a little revealling part of his large cock
lubricated by our sweat and his semen.
	I rode him, very slowly at first, his penis sliding up and down
inside me. I felt no pain and wondered how my body had adjusted to his
enormous penis, I never thought it would be so easy to perfect our
union. Then, like an accomplished horsewoman, I took charge, I set the
pace. The obedient horse obeyed my command. Now he trotted, his penis
sliding in and out, in and out. My erect penis also throbbed to the pace of
our coupling, but gradually I lost control. He held my waist with both
hands, I placed my hands on his muscular shoulders, he looked into my eyes
and smiled, then increased the pace until we were galloping, galloping at
full speed. I was not in control of anything now. Now my runaway horse was
dragging me toward the prairies of intense pleasure along the Rio Grande. I
arched my back and let out a scream of pleasure as my penis ejected bursts
semen on his body. I held his head in my hands, his tongue in my mouth, his
penis deep in my gut filled me with his juices.
	Suddenly he dismounted and ran into the bathroom saying that he was
late for work. A moment later I realized he had already gone. I was very
tired, but happy. My body smelled strongly of semen and sweat, I closed my
eyes and woke up two hours later. It was six o'clock, I had to get back to
the hostel. Going into the bathroom I felt my lover's sperm trickling down
my legs. With my hands I tried to stop it leaking on to the floor. Once I
was in the shower I let it out, thick and hot. I liked the smell, took it
to my lips, tasted it with my tongue, I loved the taste. In my mind I
re-lived the night, my penis began to stiffen, and there in the shower I
masturbated with one hand slick with his semen as I worked the fingers of
my other hand up into my lubricated but sore anus.
	Coming out of the bathroom I saw a key on the floor, and note that
said: "This is for you when you want to return."
	All morning I cleaned rooms like a sleepwalker, remembering every
detail of the night before, and frequently had to adjust my penis to hide
my erection. For me this had been a very special experience. The pleasure I
gave my new lover was more intense than it had been with his nephew, it was
on another level, in another category. This new relationship was more
fulfilling, physically, psychologically and sexually. In fact I felt
wrapped in a new sensation I had not felt with my former lover. It was more
than just sex. I felt loved, and intensely loving, unconditionally
surrendering to his desires. I wanted to be with him, and not just to
fuck. Maybe it was loneliness, my anxiety about staying in London, useless
and meaningless, deepened day by day, especially since my former lover had
left. He was a partner, and there hadn't been so much of an age difference,
nor cultural difference between us. With his uncle everything was
different; I was half his age and strength, he could be my father, he made
me feel more feminine, more protected. I remembered the respect with which
he was greeted by the drug traffickers who had harassed me at the door of
his house.

	Yes, I would definitely return, clean everything, prepare a nice
dinner. I would be very sexy. The mere thought of seeing him again left me
trembling with excitement. The only problem was that the three traffickers
would probably be at the door before he arrived home. I especially feared
the one who gave me a slap on the ass. Without my protector, they might
kidnap me, drug me, rape me? Imagining these possibilities was terrifying,
but also strangely exciting. On the other hand felt that my stay in London
had to end, I had to go home, resume my life, and try to erase from my mind
all that had happened there.

What would I do?

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