I heaved open Jim's dresser drawer and pulled out Blueband-style clothes: an athletic shirt, and a pair of sweat pants. I couldn't find boxers or a jo...k strap in the drawer, and panicked even more. Jim must not have done his laundry in weeks!. I quickly reached into his hamper and pulled out the jock and boxers he'd worn the day before. At first I hesitated, because the jock had a massive stain in front and was still damp, as if Jim'd had a hell of a wet dream before taking it off. But I knew a. “Come in” I said, walking into the room, gave me the opportunity to look more closely at the pair, the mother's ass was confined by the lycra but only just. The daughter skinny, the shorts barely covering her arse cheeks, the sides of the top allowing glimpses of her budding tits. The mother standing between the daughter and me said: “got the money”. “Yes,” I said, "let me look at the merchandise”. Stepping out of the way and pushing the daughter forward the mother asked if I liked what I saw.. He was humiliating me, insulting me, torturing me and still here I was, sucking and serving his beautiful and superior white cock.His cock was so hard, it was about to explode. I looked up into Felix face, which was starting to get red while he was pulling his eyebrows together in ecstasy. “Fuck yea, here it comes…. Fuck….fuck yes… I am cuming…. Fuck yea, take it, fucking NIGGER!!!” Nothing could have prepared me for the sensation I felt as this white boy unloaded his cum into my mouth. It was. ” Michael was making a gross understatement because I could feel a lot more than ‘come back to life’ pressing again my stomach. “Okay, I can accept that change but I get extra kisses in exchange.” “I think that’s a fair trade.” Michael said while placing another gentle kiss on my lips. “And,” Michael continued “I really feel like I have to tell you that I love you.” “No. I don’t want you to.” I said causing Michael to lift his head up and look at me. The tears were already starting to fill in.