Summer of '46...India. I spoke little of the native's language, typical of the arrogance of our nation at the time. Matru knew enough English that we could exchange pleasantries, and I made a point of greeting him every morning.
From now on, you will only wear briefs. No boxers, no bikinis, no thongs. Just briefs. White briefs. And when you come for your future sessions you'll strip down to your underwear as soon as I close the door. You'll strip down and come sit down on the couch. It'll seem completely natural to you. Do you understand?
A white ranger found a freezing Latino on snow. He brought the Latino home and warmed that body. As he undresed the Latino's man, he could not suppress his gay lust.
He pulled me to him, then bent down and with the other hand slung me across his shoulders. I laughed in surprised delight as Alexander hoisted me up into the air. Carrying me like a wrestler would his opponent, he brought me into his apartment and kicked the door shut.
Derrick a tall, black neighbor of mine came over one evening, after much pleading on my part. He is an intimidating figure, trim but very muscular which helps him in his job as a prison guard.
I got behind him and mounted my attack, quickly shoving my tool inside his tight wet ass. After about three pumps I was not able to hold back, we both screamed as I shot my hot load up his sweet brown ass.
The other lads gather at my feet and start to stroke my legs. They comment on their strength, marvelling at how another guy feels. I know that they have all wanted to try this, have all had fantasies about sex with another man.
Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs.
There were seven or eight big black guys man-handling me to one of the
larger huts. There was a dull light coming from the hut as they dragged me
in. In the light I could see there were ten black men.