Early America By Man Loving
I'm daydreaming again in my survey of American History class. We're studying the economic and ethnic dynamics of the slave trade upon both the West African tribes people and colonial America. I which I could be there, not actually involved, but invisible, floating around seeing first-hand what people did, how it was.
Being an always horny dude who just so happens to be queer, I want to know all the things that didn't get written down for posterity. Even more, I want to know those things that might have been written about, but have been purposely censored by heterosexist historians.
The picture of my history professor pops in my mind.
"Yea, you white man," I think to myself. "How many of our fore fathers long ago supplied themselves for the sexual pleasure of black men? Truly Mr. Johansen, how many white guys gave hole to black brothas in the land before America became more civilized? The thought triggers a hard on in my pants right there in class. This isn't my first time fantasizing about black and white sex in the olden days.
I can imagine being one of the many slave master's sons dropping cloth and bending over for wild breeding. Oh, yea! I see their sweet milky white bodies glistening while the midnight colored black bull of a man slithers his log down their throats. I see the pretty white babes on their knees behind the slave shacks -- the Adam's apple in their throats is going up and down as they drink African semen from the orgasm controlled bodies of the black man-beasts.
The scene changes and I fast-forward somehow to another one. A muscled negro is before me. He's an obscenely built fucker, probably because his body chews up and spits out the "hard" work the master tries to break him by. Now he's earned the master's trust and is in charge of the other workers. He also gets to build his private shack. From him, this is like a house in the country. No more trying to share a one-room trap with a bunch of other folk. The man is huddled by a fire in a rickety wood-burning stove.
Master's teenage boy has snuck out of the house late this wintry night. The old slave shacks don't heat too well. "This is wrong!" He says to himself. "They are worthy, I will show them -- some how, some way."
I fly away as it seems this will take some time. I discover that meanwhile, Spanish and red men in the south have been taking in negro man-wives, or man-husbands who've run away from their masters. They are beautiful specimens.
Not only are the negro men hung, the Spaniards and Indians are muscled like horses and donkey hung. Even the "short" cocks are beer-can thick.
I happen upon a trio, two Indians and a black man. They are inside a warm dirt-mound hut. The black guy is on all fours and one red guy is at either end. Both are making oral love to him, the one in front is in a deep mouth sucking session and the other has his nose and tongue in the negro's ass. He reaches forward and tweaks the brown tits of the negro. Soon they have black guy on his back. One is squatting on his ass on black man's mouth. The short, bone-straight soft black hairs of the Indian's ass scratches the black man's nose.
Red guy in the rear now has his 9" sausage worming its way in chocolate buns. The fuck advances as black guy is thoroughly plowed front and rear. The scene is most beautiful. Black man arches his ass and spread his knees out wide. He is open, literally in his rear. His hole is about 4" dilated as the red cylinder glides in to the pubic hairs then out to the rim of the uncut head. The sound of male grunting and groaning bounces off the inside of the mud-made hut.
The Indian's are talking nasty to their black male-squaw and somehow I hear it in my own language. "The spirits have given you to us. We plow you as we plow the ground. We plant our seed that our love will bare fruit in you. Our seed will live in you and if the spirits smile on us, you will bare many papoose. I love the way their differently darken bodies blend together.
Over and over throughout the night when the run-away slave wakes up in a fit of fear that his mean master has caught him, one or the other braves slides his penis inside of the new male-vagina. His rectum hurts a little, but laying on his sides, he willingly spreads his legs like a wish-bone. "Hungry again," one of them says as he lifts up one of the negro's legs. The negro doesn't understand this language yet, it is only a matter of months till his mind begins to more fully comprehend his new language. The slave has never been owned so thoroughly where it counts. There is already a quart of cum in his rectum, and a few tablespoons of semen in his stomach after one particularly deep fuck earlier this evening. The ex-slave is now in good hands, he enjoys his new life for sure as I see him arch his back toward one of his Indian husbands. He swallows the penis deep in his rectum.
I'm about to cry with joy for the wonderful male-love that men of old, men of troubled times have enjoyed.
The flying and floating mechanism that has brought me here kicks in again and I'm soon hovering above a small cluster of mud huts. Stars twinkle in the deep dark sky. Higher, and still higher I go. I cannot see an urban center anywhere in site for there are only small towns, and their lights quickly blur and fade as my distance from the ground increases. I hear a pop and suddenly I'm back at the former plantation.
Winter has turned into spring. Today, the same young white man has gone to the creek where he knows the black slaves will come to rest at evening. In his society, it is a perverse thought to mingle with the negro animals -- but he must do it. They are worthy, they too must have pleasure in their lives. He can't send them all away on a pleasure vacation, but he does have something of worth.
Soon the men and boys have arrived just after eating the scant morsels of food. They lounge, resting their tired muscles.
The young man is just a young teen learning about life. However, he's realized over past few months knows one thing, he must be a mare for negro men. He unites will their suffering and through his mouth and anal orifices they will rise to the glory that is rightfully theirs. They will be fellow humans.
The young white man has been hiding in the bush but first one then another of those Negro men catch site of him. When all eyes are finally on him, he slowly stands up then lifts his top over his head, revealing his creamy white torso. He then loosens the straps that hold up his pants -- and they fall. They are unable to see him below the waist for the tall weeds but they know that a naked white man stands just a few feet away from them.
This is most terrible. Is it a setup? Is a posse hiding out waiting on one of them to make a move so they can give a bashing? No, it is only the one young man and the only thing any of the midnight colored men can look forward to is his hot body and willing innards to call home. His rectum will be a secret home or else he will be shipped off to military school or to the frontier if his poppa gets wind of his desires.
Right now the wind is lifting white boy's scent and teasing the flaring nostrils of the black men before you. It is the chemistry of breeding, like safari animals in heat. Animal instincts are at work in all of the men.
Nature is at work in the young white man. His mouth waters, his anal gates one two and three from outer to the furthest one inside of his guts are spasming open and close in anticipation of the wild, lighting-quick breeding this will be. Slower love-making and service will come later.
At this same time at least 30 other white boys and men across this state alone either have negro cock stretching their pink butt chutes or their milky white sticks are stirring deep inside of negro male anal furnaces.
Yes, this is a hidden part of history. All the men of long ago who've mated together. All the seminal injections between black and white men in early America. White man-cum blasting out of white cock to lodged deep inside negro men's asses and all the white men who carried the sperm of negro men deep in their guts. This is the untold story of freedom, the freeing of both whites and blacks.
And so, first one, then another approaches our young white hero.
Sniff, sniff
Each one who draws near the young white man catches the smell of bitch in the air, man-bitch, fully man yet made to provide hole front and rear. These negroes are like beautiful black panthers. As they see the young man's hard white cock they know that this is the time, that he is the chosen one of his own choosing to bless them with his body. They will be healed by the pleasure they experience inside of him and gods will grant him a blessing in spasming twitching sphincters and prostate, erect nipples, salivating mouth and skin that's on fire to the touch.
It is here that one by one, hard negro dong parts and plugs his pink anal lips.
Down in the weeds on all fours, horse-like black cock pushes past his tonsils while another tries to curve up through his colon in the rear. He is thoroughly hooked fore and aft, a beautiful filling of white icing, between dark bread. They plant their seed in him, he is their secret bitch, the playground for their penises. He is ferocious in need to be used. Laying on his back, far out of site thanks to the tall grass, he opens his mouth and spreads his legs. He jacks his 8" white pole as a total of a foot and a half of penis enters him through mouth and rectum. This would be paradise if he could live here in the grass, totally bred with negro male slaves. From now on, years to come, even if he must marry a pretty southern bell as custom must have it, he will be here for his negro men. This place, this act, is his glory.
Mist covers the screen of my mind's eye. I feel like I've been in a sanctuary, a holy place where only a few can enter. The spirits let us enter because we know. We are they who have been hidden from out history books. Not only did the benevolent straight white man or woman help the Negroes. It was also fag white boys like you and me who taught them how to read, and write then turned around and gave negro bulls pussy, and to negro male-cunts we cock. Bless those saints, black, red and white. All the white men who've opened throat and rectum, who plowed the oral and anal throats of wonderful for black men who've made sure that it really happened and isn't a dream or fantasy.
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