.it's considered pretty normal now. It's different and many times bigger. I get a kick out of doing stuff I'm not supposed to do. It's one thing to be...a man and suck dick. But to be a white man and suck black dick is even more, and it doesn't matter to me that some people look down on a white man sucking black dick and eating their cum.(I wondered if that was true. Was it now pretty normal for a white guy to suck a black cock? Until today I'd had no idea there even was such a sexual. The curtains around the bed had beenlifted and Monica was nowhere in sight, but otherwise nothing was outof the ordinary. Then I remembered the prick I felt just before Ipassed out. I looked under me as best I could, figuring that I had saton something that Monica left on the bed. Unable to find anything, Idecided to relax and wait for Monica to return. Besides, this strainingwas hurting my already sore wrists.Again, with my grogginess, it took this long for me to remember thethree little words. I had a couple of drinks at a bar on Colorado Street; it was a local dive with pool tables and a “regular” crowd. I had been there on several occasions, but did not know any of the people that hung out there. I drank a couple of Coors and was starting to feel a nice little feeling of alcohol hitting the blood system. I started thinking what my plans should include tonite and was also doing a little soul searching.I was thinking about my current situation. I really had no close friends in. "You can trust me."In that moment, with his eyes glittering in the scant bar lights and that delicious smell and that fucking smile, I really wished I didn't hate him. +In spite of my protests, he brought me back to his apartment."Your's is too far and I don't want to further risk getting pulled over," was his explanation.He brewed us tea and sat patiently with me as I slowly sipped it. I felt a little bit better, but way too drunk for my liking. Fucking tequila. Fucking manipulative friends..