This was because to the outside world of family, friends, and co-workers, he was known for some rather stridently racist rhetoric. He wasn't a member ...f any official racist groups like the Klan, but he held many of their views; but in private life at home (and this had been something slowly becoming more and more of an influence in his private behavior), he was a hypocrite.To emphasize this, Marcus stood up and slid out of his clothes and sat back down on the couch in front of the coffee table. The hungry look in his eyes, his confidence, his rough good looks combined with the pleasant pressure of his hand on my upper arm turns me on. I wonder why I don't place my knee in his groin and leave.I feel some fear, but mostly I feel excitement and curiosity. I wonder whether I took leave of my senses to respond this way to a complete stranger. Meanwhile I thank him for the compliment and ask what he's up to.He's very attractive, the danger of the situation attracts and repels me at the same. Darlene, one of the girl’s from next door, hooked up with frat brother number eight that night. As in the eighth frat brother of mine she got “nekkid” with, one at a time, spread out over that year, her senior year. I said one at a time because there were some chicks that had as many as eight of my fraternity brothers, but all in one evening, sometimes tag teamed, some up to all 3-holes fucked at a time. It was actually early Sunday afternoon before Jennifer and I crawled out of bed, showered. I was shocked to feel the first stream of his cum fill my insides as he let out a loud, "Ohhhhh" sound. His pleasure sent me over the edge and I came also. He hadn't even touched my cock and yet I was coming like crazy, forcing my little asshole to tighten and loosen on his cock head milking every last drop out of him. His cum felt warm and wonderful as he continued to shoot inside me. After a few moments, he collapsed onto the bed next to me, breathing hard and totally spent. I could feel his.