"I...I...I didn't....ok so we're both fucked up.......and yes I do want to fuck a black guy so shut up and find me one", I said as I laughed nervously... exhibiting the sexual tension I felt at his knowledge that I really did want this to happen.He immediately went online and joined a swinger's site and began looking through the profiles for big cocked black men that were near us. We were both 30 years old and wanted to find a guy our age, or younger, that we could possibly become "friends with. But I continued on and found myself in Picton, for the weekend, working. I continued on and I worked all my way back to Wagga. It was on the Thursday I was about to leave for Melbourne, when I decided to call Mandy one last time. It was morning, around 10am, when I made the call. I thought that she maybe up, when the phone rang several times, and it was answered. I said,Hello. Then a voice on the other end, who sounded like a elderly woman, said, Whose this? I answered,Adam. The woman said,Are. ..... there on the size 8 rail was something very similar to what Rachel had been looking at. I took that and went in search of some undies, I knew we had a good stock of them as a major clothing store had donated a large quantity of "end of line" and there were some "seconds" as well. By the time I locked up again I knew that Rachel was going to be well pleased with my selection and so with a lighter step I went in search of her car. It was just where she said it was and as I shut the car door. Uncle Paul sat on the couch and removed his pajama pants, leaving him with nothing on but those tight blue boxer briefs. He walked over to the door and said, "I'm ready." I looked down at his boxers and said, “If you don't take those off, you lose and I win.” I could tell he was thinking twice about completing this dare. "Okay. I will take them off. You better not lock me out knucklehead," he said. This was my first time seeing his entire package, including his ass. He was soft and measured.