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"No stings attached bottom BBC preferred". I read the ad at looked over the Craiglist's ad over and over, staring at the well-used puckered starfish looking back at me. I knew this guy. I knew a city full of guys like him. Men, really boys, who ignored men like me in the bars and the hook up apps, because of the color of my skin, but posted ads looking for men like me.
A black breeder was all I was to them, a stud horse to seed their pussies and cunts with my precious life giving juices. I'm a shameful secret, a forbidden fantasy or desire for them that they want me to satisfy. It angered me, filled me with rage, but still, time after time, I answered the call to fill their velvet tunnels with my meat. I was a slave to their desires.
"5'8 toned, 165, 8' cut and thick. Send address, I'm ready to fuck." I responded to the ad attaching a picture of my beer can cock, so firm and hard laying against my toned, but not cut, stomach. I then grabbed my phone and opened up the app I knew he was on and sent a quick message. "Hey how are you?"
I knew the ad email would take a minute. "Good and you? Relaxing here." He responded on the app, his perfect smile showcasing in the picture. "You're handsome." I responded. "Care to get together some time and get to know each other?" There was a pause. I knew he was thinking. "Not really into black guys, but we can be friends."
Then his email come through with his address. "I'll be face down ass up in the living room. Place will be dark, door will be opened. Come in fuck me, breed me and leave." I adjusted my hardening cock. "See you in 15." I responded. Then back to the app, "that would be great. I like hanging out shopping, going to the gym, movies. Could use a gym buddy."
I changed clothes. A pump and dump clothing needed easy off and easy on clothing. Gym shorts, no underwear, and a t-shirt. I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed my keys, and checked my phone. No response. I knew this. He was already on his knees, lubed up face down ass up waiting for me to fill him with his forbidden desire.
I went to his place. The door had a post it on it, "Cum in." I almost left as the crudeness. I squeezed my already hard shaft as a slight hint of fear and anxiety filled me. I opened the door. There he was in the dark, just as he said. I dropped to my knees, still squeezing my cock as I reach out and felt the slicked up whore hole.
I growled with anger internally and pulled free his treat, my pride and slid in with no ceremony or precursor of gentleness. I was in balls deep without any resistance. I was amazed and a bit shocked. I was about to start when he said, "Hold up. Let me take another hit." I hear him snort up the acrid fumes before he said, "Go ahead."
I let loose with my rage, my ager. I pounded furiously, digging my nails into his hips as I pulled him against me. My balls banged against him as my grunting joined the slapping of our skin together. I focused on my own need. I ignored his rehearsed chant. I'd heard them from countless sexually racist people before.
"Fuck me. Pound my hole. Breed my pussy. Fill me with that big black dick. Use that cunt. Give it to me. Fuck me like a bitch."
I thrusted furiously. In and out. Nothing special. Just a fuck. He didn't deserve the skills I had, the moves I knew. He was nothing more to me, right now, but a hole for me to fill with my honey. I smacked his ass, trying to tighten him up as the need in me came roaring up. Without ceremony or warning, my cannon blasted into him coating him with shot after shot of my juices.
I pulled out, pulled up my pants and left. No words, no nothing. I went home and washed my dick in the sink. I checked the app. "Cool, I'm really a busy guy though." I smiled. How could he lie so to me? Another white boy, same story. I couldn't resist. "That's cool. Is my cum still dripping out your ass?"
I was blocked after that. I laughed again. I guess he didn't realize I was his neighbor.