INTERRACIAL MEMORIES (Improvied translation)
Before visiting USA my involvement with other guys had been very limited: kissing, intimate caresses with a friend, for whom I was not even very attracted physically… and little else. With guys I was attracted to for different reasons it did not work. Everything was very different in the USA: my look drew the attention of many men and I was subjected to a long series of seduction attempts, especially from Hispanic and Black people. The most spectacular one came from a black boy. He was neither handsome nor ugly, but he was athletic, somewhat overweight, and not much taller than me. He was a few months younger than me. He greeted me by shaking my hand even without knowing each other and did everything possible to draw my attention to his spectacular tool, which showed the bulk of his trousers, scratching it shamelessly.
I ended up liking him and agreed to start a dialogue with him. He soon expressed to me how handsome he found me and how attracted to me and sexually aroused by me he felt. "You're so handsome that just at seeing you, I would do it to you" he told me. "What would you do to me?" I asked. "Penetrate you" he answered. I was perplexed: a person whom I had just met and who told me quite naturally of his urgent desire to penetrate me… "What makes you suppose that I would allow you to penetrate me just like that?" I replied. "Well If you do not want me to penetrate you, it would be ok for me that you just suck me with your beautiful lips" he said without the slightest embarrassment. I could not believe what I was hearing. I criticized him: "You have not even said once that you would love to kiss me, and you propose me to kiss your tool!" He defended himself: "Of course I would kiss you!" I clarified: "Anyway whatever I would accept to do for you, I would expect from you to do it also for me."
He asked me for explanations and I explained to him that I would not accept to kiss his manhood or whatsoever, if he did not correspond to me in the same way. He put on a surprised face and said something like, "You're k**ding, right?" "No, I'm not k**ding" I said. He asked me then provocatively: "Why?" "Because for me an intimate relationship implies full reciprocity" I explained. "Yes, but I would give you enough reciprocity by letting you enjoy my big black tool", he said. I did not know how to react, whether to be scandalized or to laugh. "Well, you should know that that's not enough for me" I riposted. "And why don’t you try? -he challenged me- I've had several white lovers before and they all felt very satisfied just enjoying my big black tool, not asking for anything else." "And why should I try? Why shouldn’t you try? -I challenged him in turn- Maybe you’d love to try my nice white tool."
By hearing that he didn’t retort anything, or didn’t know what to retort, his expression became distant and he said goodbye without further ado, as if to make me understand that everything had been a mistake and that he wanted just to forget about me. I felt outraged. I had never conceived such a type of relationship between two men. It sounded to me a kind of selfish use of the other. I thought that everything had been an accident, that we had nothing in common and that we would not talk to each other again. The next time we met, he did not say hello, indeed, but when I was leaving, he approached me again and asked me to talk for a while. I do not remember the exact impressions that we exchanged then.
On the whole, he expressed that he still felt very attracted to me, that he wanted to continue the relationship and that he would try to correspond to me somehow… but without specifying how or to which extent. The thing remained, therefore, ambiguous, so it did not move much further. We were able only to kiss and to caress one another, for soon he had to move elsewhere. But we maintained a correspondence. In a letter he communicated to me one day that he was ready to correspond me fully in everything. I think he was honest.
We planned, then, the reunion: he would visit me as soon as he had the opportunity to travel and we would find the right place to fulfill our mutual desire. However, this opportunity never occurred: after a while he stopped writing to me. I think he found another white guy (he told me once that he would only date white guys), handsome enough to allow him to forget me. I still miss him…
In fact he was not my only case like that. In the USA I came across other similar cases, especially among Hispanics and Blacks. Now I see that this phenomenon has also spread to Europe with Arab and African immigration. The fact is that for me the discovery of this fetishism of interracial submission in sexual and affective relationships was kind of a shock. At another time I will write about this phenomenon.
I have not changed much: I experience no attraction at all to relationships based on submission, especially in interracial sex. Before visiting USA, I did not even imagine that such a thing might exist. That's why my favorite stories and videos are always the so called flip flop, especially the interracial ones. Unfortunately they are not that frequent, at least the interracial ones…
I ended up liking him and agreed to start a dialogue with him. He soon expressed to me how handsome he found me and how attracted to me and sexually aroused by me he felt. "You're so handsome that just at seeing you, I would do it to you" he told me. "What would you do to me?" I asked. "Penetrate you" he answered. I was perplexed: a person whom I had just met and who told me quite naturally of his urgent desire to penetrate me… "What makes you suppose that I would allow you to penetrate me just like that?" I replied. "Well If you do not want me to penetrate you, it would be ok for me that you just suck me with your beautiful lips" he said without the slightest embarrassment. I could not believe what I was hearing. I criticized him: "You have not even said once that you would love to kiss me, and you propose me to kiss your tool!" He defended himself: "Of course I would kiss you!" I clarified: "Anyway whatever I would accept to do for you, I would expect from you to do it also for me."
He asked me for explanations and I explained to him that I would not accept to kiss his manhood or whatsoever, if he did not correspond to me in the same way. He put on a surprised face and said something like, "You're k**ding, right?" "No, I'm not k**ding" I said. He asked me then provocatively: "Why?" "Because for me an intimate relationship implies full reciprocity" I explained. "Yes, but I would give you enough reciprocity by letting you enjoy my big black tool", he said. I did not know how to react, whether to be scandalized or to laugh. "Well, you should know that that's not enough for me" I riposted. "And why don’t you try? -he challenged me- I've had several white lovers before and they all felt very satisfied just enjoying my big black tool, not asking for anything else." "And why should I try? Why shouldn’t you try? -I challenged him in turn- Maybe you’d love to try my nice white tool."
By hearing that he didn’t retort anything, or didn’t know what to retort, his expression became distant and he said goodbye without further ado, as if to make me understand that everything had been a mistake and that he wanted just to forget about me. I felt outraged. I had never conceived such a type of relationship between two men. It sounded to me a kind of selfish use of the other. I thought that everything had been an accident, that we had nothing in common and that we would not talk to each other again. The next time we met, he did not say hello, indeed, but when I was leaving, he approached me again and asked me to talk for a while. I do not remember the exact impressions that we exchanged then.
On the whole, he expressed that he still felt very attracted to me, that he wanted to continue the relationship and that he would try to correspond to me somehow… but without specifying how or to which extent. The thing remained, therefore, ambiguous, so it did not move much further. We were able only to kiss and to caress one another, for soon he had to move elsewhere. But we maintained a correspondence. In a letter he communicated to me one day that he was ready to correspond me fully in everything. I think he was honest.
We planned, then, the reunion: he would visit me as soon as he had the opportunity to travel and we would find the right place to fulfill our mutual desire. However, this opportunity never occurred: after a while he stopped writing to me. I think he found another white guy (he told me once that he would only date white guys), handsome enough to allow him to forget me. I still miss him…
In fact he was not my only case like that. In the USA I came across other similar cases, especially among Hispanics and Blacks. Now I see that this phenomenon has also spread to Europe with Arab and African immigration. The fact is that for me the discovery of this fetishism of interracial submission in sexual and affective relationships was kind of a shock. At another time I will write about this phenomenon.
I have not changed much: I experience no attraction at all to relationships based on submission, especially in interracial sex. Before visiting USA, I did not even imagine that such a thing might exist. That's why my favorite stories and videos are always the so called flip flop, especially the interracial ones. Unfortunately they are not that frequent, at least the interracial ones…
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