Growing up I remember that my folks had taught me to look down on people of color, racial epithets were commonly heard in the house and I carried those prejudices with me until a particular incident made a turning point in those views. It was in high school and in gym class we were having wrestling sessions. I had the misfortune of being assigned to wrestle a black guy who resembled a human Mack truck, big all over, and strong as a forklift. I don't remember his name, but I do remember how powerful he was, and how he allowed me to expend all of my strength before he started to seriously grapple with me. My exhausted body seemed helpless as he twisted me this way and that, and he seemed to delight in humiliating me in front of the class. After being thoroughly beaten a few times, I felt a stirring in my crotch from being dominated by this hard black guy, but I tried not to let on, cursing him out afterwards.
A few weeks after this experience the guy happened to be in my neighborhood mowing a lawn. I couldn't help but admire his musculature during his work, and the large bulge in his crotch. When he was done, I came up to him with an arrogant swagger. I remember him calling me "boy", to which I answered that I was nobody's boy and that it was a fluke that he had won in the wrestling match. He told me that even though he just finished the lawn he still had enough in him to pin my ass again if I wanted to challenge him, and we were on. We took off our shirts and locked up. His strength was overwhelming and I soon found myself being twisted like a pretzel. With no one around he was much rougher than he was in gym class and roughly manhandled me, putting me into excruciating positions. Again he pinned me, this time purposely putting his full crotch into my face. I was getting really turned on by the action and asked for a second match, winner by submission. This time, my stamina had been exhausted and he proceeded to yank my legs apart exposing my embarrassing hard-on. After enduring several painful minutes of this humiliation, I gave in. "Are you my white boy?" he asked. "Yes." "For beating your ass again after all the bullshit coming out of your mouth I'm gonna show my white boy who's boss, understand?" I just nodded, wondering what would follow. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the back of the house and pulling my shorts down to my knees proceeded to thoroughly spank my ass. I apologized to him and after calling him Sir several times he stopped my punishment and allowed me to leave.
Since that time, I have come to indulge what I really want, which is to have a dominant black man to have his way with me and make me his white pussy boy. I recently got handcuffed and dog-collared during a hot fuck session with my black master Derrick, who stretched my ass til I whimpered in agony. I have come to grips with my destiny.