Ed continued thrusting at a measured pace, his glansbumping my scrotum with each forward movement. We rode the waves for half an hour, and I occ...sionally called ahalt when I felt we were getting too close. Then we lay still, Ed kissingmy shoulders and neck and Fred kissing me on the lips while I caressedhis neck tenderly. "I've just got to let go," Fred finally said. "I can't holdoff any more." I squeezed his little helmet through the foreskin, and Ifelt the responsive throb as his. “So um… Can we meet again? Maybe I can come across to yours for a few drinks?” she asked, smiling hopefully.It was his turn, for pretty much the first time since they had met to feel embarrassed, “Ah, I er, still live with my mom...”She smiled, tucking a strand of loose hair behind one ear, “That’s fine, we’ll work something out, I’ll text you?” she asked, moving to stand.He followed her actions, standing with her and smiled, “Please do.” They spent an instant looking at each other, just a. He's a student at Concordia University's Faculty of Law. And like many young Black men out there, he's really into White women. Which is why I've got him face down and ass up on my hotel room sofa, and I'm drilling my eight-inch strap-on dildo into his asshole like there's no tomorrow. And he's screaming like a little bitch just like I knew he would. A lot of these macho Black guys scream like punks once they've got a big dildo up their asshole. Especially if it's wielded by a mean White woman. It was golden blonde and looked a little damp, like she had taken a shower a little earlier. She was wearing a black tank top with no bra and her nipples were poking out from those perky B-cup breasts. She had on a pair of oversize shorts and was barefoot. Stephanie’s eyes were striking. Big and brown, her pupils always seemed to be dilated. It gave her this perpetual come-hither look – very sexy and innocent. She invited me in and I sat on the couch in the living room. She sat on the floor.