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[ Every day, somewhere, there's a race-baiting, white supremacist, who's actually secretly envious, and more than a little jealous, of the very people he says in public, to friends, as well as to family, that he despises...who set alone at night watching interracial porn; with a hard on in their hand, and stroking it up and down as his eyes are fixed, riveted, on the sight of a huge black cock as it slides deep inside a white females eager pussy. Their out there right now. Thousands and thousands of white guys just like that. Secretly, yes, but their secret indulgences are merely the proof of their own persistent, inward doubts, as to their supremacy fantasies. Their agony is no small thing, and only acknowledging this doubt, this need to confess their enviousness, even their actual inferiority, will they be free of the very thing that gnaws at them day and night. Here's one such example for your perusal. ]
If Dylan's parents knew that their youngest son was setting alone in his room, late at night, watching interracial porn, they'd be upset. But, if they knew that not only did he watch interracial porn, but masturbated to it as he did, they'd be even more up set; but, if they knew that their only son not only watched interracial porn (and masturbated as he did), but actually ENJOYED it---they would have been horrified, to say the least; but the truth was, Dylan was most definitely drawn to such porn; as a moth to the flame (and the pleasure he derived from it was something no one in his family could ever understand.
He was utterly fascinated by these videos showing beautiful young white women (some his age, some older) who obviously adored these impressive big big black cocks, and who even said they much preferred black cock to white ones. Rather than making Dylan angry in hearing and watching this take place in front of him, he reaction was one of exhilaration; and that he doubted he could ever, truly, explain to anyone in his family, but nevertheless, each time he sat and watched these videos (of which there were hundreds and hundreds of them on-line), his eventual orgasm was always so incredibly intense and---well, rewarding!
He often talked out loud as he watched these videos, commenting enthusiastically, as if the people in these videos could actually hear him; and the sound of his voice expressing his excitement these scenes created in him, added and enhanced the tremendous feeling of release when he'd finally ejaculate his pent-up load of cum.
These late night sessions all ended the same way; and he'd set there, reclining back in the chair that sat in front of the desk on which his lap-top sat, feeling the afterglow of his orgasm slowly fading back to normal, and his breathing doing the same.
He always felt better after these late-night sessions. He felt---lighter, somehow; less agitated; less frustrated; less...angry. It was very the****utic. It felt a little like going to Confession! Of course, he couldn't go an actual priest and tell him the sort of things he felt at those moments, but it felt like the next best thing! In a sense, he, himself, WAS his own Confessor. There was no one else he could confide in! There really was something cathartic, and the****utic, about these late night video indulgences---They served as a way to come to terms within himself of things his family could never fathom! These late night interracial porn sessions provided him with the personal freedom to own those feelings; and that counted for a lot.
He often sat there after ejaculating his sperm, that pleasantly tired feeling settling in over him; relaxing, and at peace with himself (for a while at least), and continuing to watch another video, of another hugely endowed black male fucking yet another beautiful white female (someone Dylan had concluded, a long time before, that he'd never get the chance to have).
Then, after deciding he'd had enough interracial porn for one night, he'd shut the lap top off, and clean up the mess he'd made on the floor when he'd ejaculated earlier. As he did, there seemed to always be a curious mixture of wistfulness, and acceptance, of the fact that his sperm was likely never going to wind up inside of any woman's pussy, and that passing on his genes was not in the cards (nor, strangely, did he really want to pass it on).
After wiping up his sperm from the floor, and flushing it all down the toilet, he thought of a beautiful white blond female he found especially fetching, as she licked and sucked some black guys massive cock. The image of it was very clear in his mind; and though he'd just come not long ago, the image in his mind made his cock start to stir once again. No, his parents would never understand why he would have such a visceral reaction like that, let alone enjoy watching interracial porn, but that was not important. What mattered, was that HE understood it; and enjoyed it the way he did.
The whole dynamic, really, revolved around the growing sense he'd had for a long time, that he was part of a group of people who had, for a very long time, asserted, and sometimes with brutal v******e, that they were unique, and superior, because they were White (and with a capital letter W); but he'd come to a different conviction! Perhaps, instead of whites being the superior ones, it was blacks that truly were; and that the long history of racial suppression by his fellow whites had been the expression of a deep feeling of inferiority? That made so much sense to him, and these late night interracial porn sessions had driven a wedge in the previously closed door of the White Supremacist bastion. There was no going back now to the way he'd previously been brought to see himself. Too much had changed in him for that! Far too much.
The End
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If Dylan's parents knew that their youngest son was setting alone in his room, late at night, watching interracial porn, they'd be upset. But, if they knew that not only did he watch interracial porn, but masturbated to it as he did, they'd be even more up set; but, if they knew that their only son not only watched interracial porn (and masturbated as he did), but actually ENJOYED it---they would have been horrified, to say the least; but the truth was, Dylan was most definitely drawn to such porn; as a moth to the flame (and the pleasure he derived from it was something no one in his family could ever understand.
He was utterly fascinated by these videos showing beautiful young white women (some his age, some older) who obviously adored these impressive big big black cocks, and who even said they much preferred black cock to white ones. Rather than making Dylan angry in hearing and watching this take place in front of him, he reaction was one of exhilaration; and that he doubted he could ever, truly, explain to anyone in his family, but nevertheless, each time he sat and watched these videos (of which there were hundreds and hundreds of them on-line), his eventual orgasm was always so incredibly intense and---well, rewarding!
He often talked out loud as he watched these videos, commenting enthusiastically, as if the people in these videos could actually hear him; and the sound of his voice expressing his excitement these scenes created in him, added and enhanced the tremendous feeling of release when he'd finally ejaculate his pent-up load of cum.
These late night sessions all ended the same way; and he'd set there, reclining back in the chair that sat in front of the desk on which his lap-top sat, feeling the afterglow of his orgasm slowly fading back to normal, and his breathing doing the same.
He always felt better after these late-night sessions. He felt---lighter, somehow; less agitated; less frustrated; less...angry. It was very the****utic. It felt a little like going to Confession! Of course, he couldn't go an actual priest and tell him the sort of things he felt at those moments, but it felt like the next best thing! In a sense, he, himself, WAS his own Confessor. There was no one else he could confide in! There really was something cathartic, and the****utic, about these late night video indulgences---They served as a way to come to terms within himself of things his family could never fathom! These late night interracial porn sessions provided him with the personal freedom to own those feelings; and that counted for a lot.
He often sat there after ejaculating his sperm, that pleasantly tired feeling settling in over him; relaxing, and at peace with himself (for a while at least), and continuing to watch another video, of another hugely endowed black male fucking yet another beautiful white female (someone Dylan had concluded, a long time before, that he'd never get the chance to have).
Then, after deciding he'd had enough interracial porn for one night, he'd shut the lap top off, and clean up the mess he'd made on the floor when he'd ejaculated earlier. As he did, there seemed to always be a curious mixture of wistfulness, and acceptance, of the fact that his sperm was likely never going to wind up inside of any woman's pussy, and that passing on his genes was not in the cards (nor, strangely, did he really want to pass it on).
After wiping up his sperm from the floor, and flushing it all down the toilet, he thought of a beautiful white blond female he found especially fetching, as she licked and sucked some black guys massive cock. The image of it was very clear in his mind; and though he'd just come not long ago, the image in his mind made his cock start to stir once again. No, his parents would never understand why he would have such a visceral reaction like that, let alone enjoy watching interracial porn, but that was not important. What mattered, was that HE understood it; and enjoyed it the way he did.
The whole dynamic, really, revolved around the growing sense he'd had for a long time, that he was part of a group of people who had, for a very long time, asserted, and sometimes with brutal v******e, that they were unique, and superior, because they were White (and with a capital letter W); but he'd come to a different conviction! Perhaps, instead of whites being the superior ones, it was blacks that truly were; and that the long history of racial suppression by his fellow whites had been the expression of a deep feeling of inferiority? That made so much sense to him, and these late night interracial porn sessions had driven a wedge in the previously closed door of the White Supremacist bastion. There was no going back now to the way he'd previously been brought to see himself. Too much had changed in him for that! Far too much.
The End
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