Marian and the amazing feeling of cumming in her mouth. Marian and the taste of my own sperm. I wondered what she looked like without clothes. I found...myself stroking in bed, my face buried in the pillows, so my folks wouldn't hear when I came. And when I did, I came in the palm of my hand. I panicked when I heard my Mom come upstairs. What if she walked in on me? What would I tell her?Quickly, I sucked the warm white goo from my hand as I threw the covers over me. Still didn't like it. Too. Not only Michael was a book worm, he also kept in shape regularly by doing push ups and lifting weights in the family basaement and doing an occasional swim for cardio. Plus it did not hurt to have good genetics. His dad was jamaican and his mom was japanese but no one really looked at him as a guy to date because he never really opened up to anyone. He was laying out by the pool relaxing when he saw someone peek over the wall, it was his neighbor Melissa. Melissa was a friend of Michael’s. I write this as a white male, one who grew up in a large city, befriended and knew quite a few black men in my youth, and the attraction was always there. I just could never get myself to act on it when I was younger, mostly out of fear of my upbringing, coming from a religious nutjob family. How crazy? I was married by my 20s and dying inside to have a stiff one in me.Fortunately, my wife obliged some of my interests with a strap-on and support for multiple partners (for her), but it wasn't. For two months I couldn’t look him in the eye, I struggled to sit for two hours a week without running out. All that time I still couldn’t recall what I’d done, or even if I’d done it or was it all some strange dream that I’d woken up from in a cold sweat that night.Just at the time I was starting to feel more calm, in what was one of the last classes I would have with Mr. M, I sat quietly as books were dropped on desks as usual. I gathered mine to put in my bag and noticed something loose in.