Sisterhood of Sin 15 Giving Me Excitations
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[ For Robert. An inspiring young man, coming to grips with the sea-change being brought about by the long over due dissolution of the long-held, and highly toxic influence, known as 'White Supremacy.' For Robert, and other young men sensing this shift, this story is dedicated. A wise person once said: "Everything changes." So, too, is the formerly iron-hand grasp of white racial bigotry and v******e.Better days are coming.]
He'd done his job well enough, even though the work he did was not a very fulfilling one, but then again, most of his contemporaries faced that same prospect. So, as soon as he could, he drove home, where he still lived with his parents (also a feature common to many of his contemporaries); and after greeting his mother, who asked the usual motherly questions about his day, he excused himself to go to his room.
As he closed the bedroom door (which in it's closing was like the closing of a door to a refuge), he turned on his lap top, and began undressing in order to take a shower. The shower felt good as he stood under the falling water; and as he soaped himself up, his hand seemed to automatically reach for his cock; and upon touching it, he stared down at it as he slowly stroked it's soap-slickened shaft.
He let out a quiet moan of pleasure as he continued to jack his cock shaft; all the while the water cascaded over the rest of him. As he stroked his cock, he was thinking about having seen an interracial couple who had come into the store where he worked. The woman had been around his same age. The black guy was perhaps only a few years older. What had intrigued Robert about this couple was their open affection towards one another. It was obvious with anyone with a pair of functioning eyes and brain, that the couple were no strangers to sexual intimacy between them. They way they reacted towards one another had a playful, energetic quality; and seeing this had made Robert feel that curiously 'pleasurable ache' (as he'd taken to calling it). It was directly related to the realization that, for whatever reason, he was not lucky when it came to attracting women! There was no resentment towards the black guy for having attracted his pretty white girlfriend (or possibly wife). No. He didn't resent either of them; though he did feel something like wistfulness; but not resentment.
However, the lack of resentment left in it's wake an undeniable feeling of sexual longing, as well sexual excitation (strangely enough) because he wasn't apparently able to attract a woman! The excitement at that apparent inability, though admittedly odd, was the fountain head from which his sexual excitement sprang from, and was the very inspiration through which his cock now stood upwards, erect, eager, in need of attention, but with no where to place it---except, as was his usual inclination and practice, in the grip of his hand!
He could have very easily ejaculated as he stood in the shower, but he chose to forgo that for the moment. He would do something about it, in due time, but it would have to wait till a more advantageous moment. Instead, he dried himself off and got dressed. By then his lap top was operating, and he went to his favorite web-site, a web-site catering to those with an interest in interracial porn, and in particular, in interracial cuckold porn; and though he was not married, the theme held a very powerful pull on his mind and imagination. It was not at all unusual for Robert to masturbate two, and even three times a day, to such porn. In fact, he had long ago admitted that he was well and truly 'addicted' to such porn, and to such an extent that he doubted he could achieve an orgasm at all without watching such porn! What was more, he no longer cared that this was the case, because the pleasure of the orgasm at those times was of such intensity, and reached so very deep into his heart and mind, that anything else seemed weak and ineffectual.
He allowed himself to watch several brief video clips of hugely endowed black males fucking exquisitely beautiful white females (that Robert knew he'd never have a chance of attracting to himself), and as he did, that same aching eroticism, that he'd also felt in the shower, began welling up from within, and again, he felt the imperative to let go and ejaculate his sperm, but once again, he refused that easy out until perhaps later that night!
Hours later, after having eaten dinner with his parents, and hashing over the day they had spent in their various different tasks, he excused himself and went to his room. The Refuge! The Safe Haven! The place where he wished to spend the rest of his evening watching interracial porn, and masturbating as he did!
He relaxed into the setting; taking off his clothes as he did so, and then, over the next hour, or so, Robert rode crest after crest after crest, as he skillfully edged, and edged, and edged himself so very close, so many times, to the very brink of orgasm. Part of him wanted to come, but it also warred with another part of him that counseled continuation; and so, on it went like that.
But, in the end, of course, he eventually reached the point where, even if he wanted to continue this dance of agonizing pleasure, he could no longer do so. So, when he'd reached that point, he settled back to finish what his heart, as well as his body, had wanted to reach all along: and orgasm!
He was closely watching a video of a largely endowed black male who was driving his cock deep inside the moist and pink confines of an absolutely beautiful white female (who looked to be about his own age, and who bore a resemblance, so he felt, to the white female he'd seen earlier in the day at the store); all the while he was stroking his much smaller, but no less urgently erect cock.
Then, at the very moment when the black guy on the video was straining to empty his load of sperm into the white woman's pussy, so, too, did Robert; although, instead of pumping it into the woman's vagina, he was spilling it all down the shaft of his cock, and on down over his balls, and finally onto the bare wooden floor beneath his feet!
Robert let out a series of low groans of pleasure as he felt the warm fluidity of his semen flowing across the back of his fingers. He even heard the sounds of it as it quietly splat-splatted at the end of it's trajectory, as gravity won out over his sexual urgency!
For several moments, Robert sat there savoring the lingering exhilaration of his orgasm. The video continued to play. Silently, Robert felt his pulse slowly, slowly calming down from it's previous long, and drawn-out, excitation. When he sat up and looked down at the floor, he saw his sperm laying there. It glistened in the dim light, looking like a series of melted pearls left behind in someone's hurried exit.
There was something both forlorn, even sad, about the sight of his sperm laying there; and yet, at the same time, there came with that a deeper feeling of resolve, of acceptance...and acceptance of the inevitable, which he found hard to articulate clearly, but nevertheless, that sense of inevitability lay at the very heart of his feeling of submission. It was the submission of himself, as a white male, to the growing power, and allure, of his black male contemporaries; and the direction society was taking as more and more white females preferred black men to white men; white males such as Robert were feeling irrelevant, even passe.
His cock stirred at that thought, and it rose up, in that unmistakable angle, or erection, or, rather, it was the 'angle of excitation!'
However it might be defined, Robert knew it was the truth, and he was now resigned to it, and with it had gone the fear that had originally plagued him, and he was glad. It was better this way.
The End
He'd done his job well enough, even though the work he did was not a very fulfilling one, but then again, most of his contemporaries faced that same prospect. So, as soon as he could, he drove home, where he still lived with his parents (also a feature common to many of his contemporaries); and after greeting his mother, who asked the usual motherly questions about his day, he excused himself to go to his room.
As he closed the bedroom door (which in it's closing was like the closing of a door to a refuge), he turned on his lap top, and began undressing in order to take a shower. The shower felt good as he stood under the falling water; and as he soaped himself up, his hand seemed to automatically reach for his cock; and upon touching it, he stared down at it as he slowly stroked it's soap-slickened shaft.
He let out a quiet moan of pleasure as he continued to jack his cock shaft; all the while the water cascaded over the rest of him. As he stroked his cock, he was thinking about having seen an interracial couple who had come into the store where he worked. The woman had been around his same age. The black guy was perhaps only a few years older. What had intrigued Robert about this couple was their open affection towards one another. It was obvious with anyone with a pair of functioning eyes and brain, that the couple were no strangers to sexual intimacy between them. They way they reacted towards one another had a playful, energetic quality; and seeing this had made Robert feel that curiously 'pleasurable ache' (as he'd taken to calling it). It was directly related to the realization that, for whatever reason, he was not lucky when it came to attracting women! There was no resentment towards the black guy for having attracted his pretty white girlfriend (or possibly wife). No. He didn't resent either of them; though he did feel something like wistfulness; but not resentment.
However, the lack of resentment left in it's wake an undeniable feeling of sexual longing, as well sexual excitation (strangely enough) because he wasn't apparently able to attract a woman! The excitement at that apparent inability, though admittedly odd, was the fountain head from which his sexual excitement sprang from, and was the very inspiration through which his cock now stood upwards, erect, eager, in need of attention, but with no where to place it---except, as was his usual inclination and practice, in the grip of his hand!
He could have very easily ejaculated as he stood in the shower, but he chose to forgo that for the moment. He would do something about it, in due time, but it would have to wait till a more advantageous moment. Instead, he dried himself off and got dressed. By then his lap top was operating, and he went to his favorite web-site, a web-site catering to those with an interest in interracial porn, and in particular, in interracial cuckold porn; and though he was not married, the theme held a very powerful pull on his mind and imagination. It was not at all unusual for Robert to masturbate two, and even three times a day, to such porn. In fact, he had long ago admitted that he was well and truly 'addicted' to such porn, and to such an extent that he doubted he could achieve an orgasm at all without watching such porn! What was more, he no longer cared that this was the case, because the pleasure of the orgasm at those times was of such intensity, and reached so very deep into his heart and mind, that anything else seemed weak and ineffectual.
He allowed himself to watch several brief video clips of hugely endowed black males fucking exquisitely beautiful white females (that Robert knew he'd never have a chance of attracting to himself), and as he did, that same aching eroticism, that he'd also felt in the shower, began welling up from within, and again, he felt the imperative to let go and ejaculate his sperm, but once again, he refused that easy out until perhaps later that night!
Hours later, after having eaten dinner with his parents, and hashing over the day they had spent in their various different tasks, he excused himself and went to his room. The Refuge! The Safe Haven! The place where he wished to spend the rest of his evening watching interracial porn, and masturbating as he did!
He relaxed into the setting; taking off his clothes as he did so, and then, over the next hour, or so, Robert rode crest after crest after crest, as he skillfully edged, and edged, and edged himself so very close, so many times, to the very brink of orgasm. Part of him wanted to come, but it also warred with another part of him that counseled continuation; and so, on it went like that.
But, in the end, of course, he eventually reached the point where, even if he wanted to continue this dance of agonizing pleasure, he could no longer do so. So, when he'd reached that point, he settled back to finish what his heart, as well as his body, had wanted to reach all along: and orgasm!
He was closely watching a video of a largely endowed black male who was driving his cock deep inside the moist and pink confines of an absolutely beautiful white female (who looked to be about his own age, and who bore a resemblance, so he felt, to the white female he'd seen earlier in the day at the store); all the while he was stroking his much smaller, but no less urgently erect cock.
Then, at the very moment when the black guy on the video was straining to empty his load of sperm into the white woman's pussy, so, too, did Robert; although, instead of pumping it into the woman's vagina, he was spilling it all down the shaft of his cock, and on down over his balls, and finally onto the bare wooden floor beneath his feet!
Robert let out a series of low groans of pleasure as he felt the warm fluidity of his semen flowing across the back of his fingers. He even heard the sounds of it as it quietly splat-splatted at the end of it's trajectory, as gravity won out over his sexual urgency!
For several moments, Robert sat there savoring the lingering exhilaration of his orgasm. The video continued to play. Silently, Robert felt his pulse slowly, slowly calming down from it's previous long, and drawn-out, excitation. When he sat up and looked down at the floor, he saw his sperm laying there. It glistened in the dim light, looking like a series of melted pearls left behind in someone's hurried exit.
There was something both forlorn, even sad, about the sight of his sperm laying there; and yet, at the same time, there came with that a deeper feeling of resolve, of acceptance...and acceptance of the inevitable, which he found hard to articulate clearly, but nevertheless, that sense of inevitability lay at the very heart of his feeling of submission. It was the submission of himself, as a white male, to the growing power, and allure, of his black male contemporaries; and the direction society was taking as more and more white females preferred black men to white men; white males such as Robert were feeling irrelevant, even passe.
His cock stirred at that thought, and it rose up, in that unmistakable angle, or erection, or, rather, it was the 'angle of excitation!'
However it might be defined, Robert knew it was the truth, and he was now resigned to it, and with it had gone the fear that had originally plagued him, and he was glad. It was better this way.
The End
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