This guy was a classic -- he knew all about the nigger slave bullshit and all about queers and believed it all and took his golden opportunity to be o... top and ride herd over a 'black queer' -- and Antoine, having found a niche that resonated with him, sucked it up with the guy's cum.Antoine took to hanging out at the restroom and other similar places -- they seemed to attract the kind of nasty white racist hypocrites who would take advantage of his mouth and his ass while stroking their egos.. As you did touch, in fact, and not so long before. And as Ishivered.I'd walked past the place once, twice. And finally, the third time,heart pounding, I pushed through the door, sure that just as I turned Isaw the knowing smirk of a passing girl, a look that nearly, nearlymade me flee, as I had fled before. It is a place that's known, afterall. That's how I knew. A kind of place I hadn't dared to go before.Dared now only because this was a strange part of town, and I wasfeeling strange.I had. The presence of the owl announces change, is the announcer of death, but most symbolically as a life transition or change, a transition in life, important changes that are taking place or about to happen. It can provide insight into a moment of transition in your life. He was watching me. I was watching him. He spoke softly. If I hadn’t been watching him, I might have thought it was my own thought, “It is you.”I nodded to him and to myself. I looked down at the ground, but more specifically the. "Fuck. I love the way you do that" he groaned. I moved my head back and smiled up at him, then looked over my shoulder and smiled at my neighbor. At this very moment he was stroking a very huge, very yummy looking cock with both of his hands. He gave me a cocky grin, then licked his lips suggestively as he increased the speed of his stokes. Hmmm. I wonder how much of that I can take into my mouth? Suddenly I felt my head being turned by my hair, and before I could ask what the fuck his problem.