Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2009 18:27:44 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Black Meat for a TV (gay/interracial, M/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult
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                  Black Meat for a TV
                          By
                         Wolf

	Some men have trouble getting in touch with
their feminine side.  My name is Mark, and I have
been married for ten years.  For the past seven years
my wife and I have allowed each other to indulge in
relationships with others.  She has her girlfriends
and I have some male friends.  We both are
attracted to blacks.

	We live in Columbus, Ohio.  The blacks that live
in our urban community are well educated people and
are fun to associate with.  I am 45-years old now, six-
feet tall, 160 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes.  I
had been a competitive swimmer in high school and
college.  Shaving down for swim meets turned me on
the first time I did it.  After that I continued to
shave my body of all of my body hair, including my
pubic hair.  I still do that most of the time.  I may let
it grown for a few months, but soon feel the need to
get naked.

	I have a hard time going public with my feminine
side.  As a result I need an authoritarian figure, to
command me to do things I don't have the balls to do.

	We have four teenagers living at home.  That
makes it kind of hard to live an open alternative
lifestyle.  They don't suspect that the women that
visit her during the day are lovers and the guys I go
out with are anymore than friends.

	I met a guy online that is named Skip.  He is a
50-year old black man.  When we became online
friends, he encouraged me to dress up in feminine
lingerie; pantyhose, panties, bra, see through blouses
along with stretch-slacks that unzip on the side along
with high heels.  Eventually we made arrangements to
meet.

	I met him at a mall, driving the family van
conversion.  It is a three-quarter ton Chevy van with
4 captain's chairs, sink, refrigerator, stove and a
couch that converts into a bed.  I had changed into
my female clothes before arriving at the mall.  I had
on a wig and makeup.  Just the same I was terrified
that people would recognize and realize I was a man
in drag.  I pulled into the prearranged location.  It
was at the far eastern side of the parking lot, as far
from the entrance as possible.  That way Skip would
know that the silver Chevy van was mine.

	I sat there waiting for a car to pull into the
pace next to me.  The windows were tinted dark
enough to make it impossible to see in at night.  But
people walking on the sidewalk in front of the van
might be able to see in.  I sat there nervously
awaiting the arrival of Skip.  When the dark blue
BMW pulled into the stall on my passenger side I
almost panicked.  I wanted to start the truck and
back out.

	When I saw the black man get out of the car I
knew it was Skip right away.  He opened the door on
the passenger side, and stepped up into the cab.  I
had forgotten to turn off the dome lights.  I just
knew someone would see me.

	Ship closed the door, and leaned across the
engine compartment and kissed me on the mouth.  I
started the truck, and pulled out of the lot.  We
drove out of town, while we talked.  When we were on
the edge of town, Skip insisted that we change
places.  He wanted to drive.  When we were back on
the road, he lifted the armrest and fumbled with his
pants.  Even in the darkness, I could see that he had
a magnificent cock.  The curiosum scar was pink and
the knob was a dark purple.  The shaft was black as
coffee.  When it was out of his pants, he told me to
lean over and suck his cock.

	I did as I was told, without question.  His cock
was the largest I had ever sucked.  We got on the
parkway, and were cursing at highway speeds, while I
sucked his cock.  We drove until he came in my mouth.
Then we pulled off the highway into a truck rest
stop.

	Skip told me, "Maria, get the in back. I want you
to get on your knees.  When I knelt on floor between
the sink and fridge, Skip got behind me he pulled my
slacks and underwear down, to expose my smooth ass.
He ran his hands all over my body, to assure himself
that I didn't have any body hair, anyplace on my body.
He even reached between my legs to feel where
there should be pubic hair, before he gripped my
cock and milked me like a cow.  He didn't want me
cummimg though.  He felt the crack of my ass, for
hair that was not there.

	He had some sort of lubricant he squirted into
my asshole, before he stuffed that back snake into
my ass.  I could not begin to describe the thrill I got
out of being fucked, like a girl by a black man.  When
he was humping my ass, he was telling me that I was
his sissy girl.  After he had cum in my ass, he stuffed
a wad of toilet paper in my asshole, and had me get
dressed.

	When we were back on the road, he drove to a
bar I had never heard of before.  He made me enter
the establishment, hanging onto his arm like a woman.
The place turned out to be a gay night club.  It was a
wild place, load music and an eclectic mix of patrons.
There were men dressed like business men, men
dressed like construction workers, white men, black
men and some drag queens.  When they saw me it was
like they saw new meat.  They crowded around us, and
some of them knew Ship.  They asked who I was, and
he introduced me as Maria, his new pussy slut.

	Queens were kissing me on the cheek, and I felt
a lot of hands groping my ass and basket.  I could not
help getting a boner.  Ship humiliate me in front of
them when he said, "I just finished fucking her ass."

	I swear, someone actually stuffed that wad of
toilet paper up my ass.  Skip kissed me on the mouth,
right there in front of the crowd.  We had a few
drinks and danced in a dark corner where Skip could
pull out his snake, and rub it between my silk slacks
until he squirted another load of cum on my pants.
After he put the tool back in his pants we left the
bar, and he drove us back to the mall.  When he was
gone I changed clothes, washed off the makeup and
went home.  The kids were asleep, but my wife Candy
followed me to the bathroom, insisting that I tell her
everything.  When we were in bed all I could think
about was Skip.  I knew I had to see him again.



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