I would like to recall a scenario I was lucky enough to experience lately. As a prelude, I should add that it is the type of experience that is becoming more and more common for white boys in the area in which I live, where there is a seeming trend (or revolution) for the prettiest white girls to attach themselves exclusively to black men. Maybe it's the same everywhere nowadays, what with the prevalent role models for today's females being the Kardashians, Girls Aloud and Kendra, all of whom have dated black men in high profile and rewarding relationships. Regardless, it is understandable and welcome, and I think even most white boys can admit that it looks so right. Anyway, onto my tale... I have not been exercising or frequenting my gym for many months now, and given that I am a white boy who is slowly drifting towards middle age, my shape has become 'saggy' to say the least. I finally plucked up the resolve to attend my gym, which is on the outskirts of my local city centre. It is a busy gym and I felt a bit self conscious as I walked through the upstairs section to the changing rooms. So much so that I decided I would ease myself back into this by simply going downstairs and enjoying a jacuzzi in the sizeable relaxation pool. When I got down there, it was only moderately busy. Noticeably, there were only two girls. Both were amazing! The first was a stunning blonde, wearing a leopard print bikini and she was reclined, on her own, in the jacuzzi section.
The second was a young looking petite babe, with dark blonde hair and wearing a really skimpy little bikini. I think it was light blue. She was in the larger area of the jacuzzi, with her man. Her man was black. He was a good looking young lighter skinned black man, wearing designer glasses, and the young babe was all over him.
As I watched, getting a tiny hard on at the sight, the door opened and a HUGE, muscular dark skinned black man strolled into the jacuzzi room. He was a hulk of a man, and all eyes were drawn to him. I even noticed that the young babe's eyes followed his every step intently! Her boyfriend must have looked at her and thought "Wow, my girl is such a black cock slut"!
Typically, the Man walked over to the sexy leopard clad blonde, and crouched by her position, chatting intimately with her for at least 3 minutes. I remember looking around and seeing all the white boys, sat on their own, just staring intermittently at the two beautiful girls in the room, both of whom were doting on the only two Black men in there!
The Adonis then strolled into the adjoined sonarium room, which was otherwise empty. After 30 seconds, the sexy blonde got out of the jacuzzi and headed in to join him. It was at this point that I really saw the true scope of her beauty. Oh wow! She was a perfect model-like figure. Glamour model at that! Her body was 11/10. As she shimmied sexily towards the sonarium, and more pertinently the stud, I was reminded of the famous movie line: "Like jello on springs"! Perfection.
I left the two of them alone in there for a minute, out of sheer respect. As I waited I couldn't help but watch the other young interracial couple continuing to frolic lustfully.
I pulled myself out of the water and scurried into the sonarium to join the alpha couple.
I sat down across from them, and listened to their flirty chat, stealing the occasional voyeuristic glance at their incredible physiques. I am not sure they were a couple, but they were clearly about to become one.
So as to serve up any form of assistance that I could to aid the inevitable process of her imminent blacking at the hands of this superior male, I instinctively and submissively set about becoming as pathetic as possible. Almost as if the two polarised masculine figures in her presence would paint such a stark contrast that the image would forever emphasise in her mind the physical superiority of black men.
I allowed my belly to heave outwards, making me seem heavily pregnant. I slumped my shoulders, which drew down my chest so that my growing man boobs hung obscenely over the top of my bulging stomach. And I dropped my head in a position of surrender.
I sat there in silence, for minutes, listening to this erotic pairing discussing how they both work so hard to maintain their perfect figures, and proclaiming that it is just something that has to be done if you take pride in your appearance.
At this juncture, I couldn't help but plunge myself into a state of sheer humiliation. I turned my head towards these two perfect beings and loudly slapped my fat belly saying; "It's true, I haven't been here for a year and look at me!".
The pair laughed at me. They laughed hard, both staring at my revolting flab and pale, hairy little legs. That moment seemed to linger forever, and has haunted me since. I had, until that moment, clung to the misconception, borne out of comforting words from kind hearted souls, that perhaps my obese body looked far worse to me and that, actually, I was a normal shape. But these two beautiful strangers, unlike my close family and friends, were not about to massage my ego.
When the two of them stopped their sniggering, the black man responded; "Well mate, at least you're here. It's a start"! The blonde agreed; "Yeah, you've got a long way to do but keep going!". They both laughed again, and this time I pathetically did the same, but regrettably continued my high pitched laughing for an uncomfortably long period after they had both ceased their derisory chuckles. I looked down again, and caught sight of my ugly white body. Having spent the previous 30 seconds looking at the black man's huge muscular frame and the blonde's soft, fit, curvy young body, I had almost forgotten how repulsive my chubby and inadequate white male body looked. I sat there as the two of them made plans to meet that night in one of the city centre's bars. I then politely responded to their patronising words of encouragement as they left the sonarium together. As she pushed the door open, the black bull caressed her awesome peachy white bum as if to push her out of the room. The fact that she didn't protest said it all. She would be his that very night.
As the couple walked through and out of the jacuzzi room, drawing stares of sheer envy from the drooling white boys, I averted my gaze to the original young couple. Just in time to see them passionately kiss.
My tiny dick was so hard, and yet because of it's size, I felt entirely secure in stepping out of the sonarium and walking slowly through the room. I knew no-one would be able to see whether my penis was soft or hard, or indeed would not particularly care either way.
I felt useless and yet elated, if that is possible. Particularly because I knew why I was leaving. I wanted to catch one last sight of the beautiful interracial couple as they left the gym itself. I don't know why. I just felt that I needed to. Alas, despite rushing through the changing rooms and then sitting in my car for 37 minutes afterwards, they did not appear. I had missed them. I drove home, feeling dejected but submissively ecstatic for the two beautiful gym bunnies whom I had been lucky enough to feast my beady little eyes on, as they enjoyed the company of their respective black studs.
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The second was a young looking petite babe, with dark blonde hair and wearing a really skimpy little bikini. I think it was light blue. She was in the larger area of the jacuzzi, with her man. Her man was black. He was a good looking young lighter skinned black man, wearing designer glasses, and the young babe was all over him.
As I watched, getting a tiny hard on at the sight, the door opened and a HUGE, muscular dark skinned black man strolled into the jacuzzi room. He was a hulk of a man, and all eyes were drawn to him. I even noticed that the young babe's eyes followed his every step intently! Her boyfriend must have looked at her and thought "Wow, my girl is such a black cock slut"!
Typically, the Man walked over to the sexy leopard clad blonde, and crouched by her position, chatting intimately with her for at least 3 minutes. I remember looking around and seeing all the white boys, sat on their own, just staring intermittently at the two beautiful girls in the room, both of whom were doting on the only two Black men in there!
The Adonis then strolled into the adjoined sonarium room, which was otherwise empty. After 30 seconds, the sexy blonde got out of the jacuzzi and headed in to join him. It was at this point that I really saw the true scope of her beauty. Oh wow! She was a perfect model-like figure. Glamour model at that! Her body was 11/10. As she shimmied sexily towards the sonarium, and more pertinently the stud, I was reminded of the famous movie line: "Like jello on springs"! Perfection.
I left the two of them alone in there for a minute, out of sheer respect. As I waited I couldn't help but watch the other young interracial couple continuing to frolic lustfully.
I pulled myself out of the water and scurried into the sonarium to join the alpha couple.
I sat down across from them, and listened to their flirty chat, stealing the occasional voyeuristic glance at their incredible physiques. I am not sure they were a couple, but they were clearly about to become one.
So as to serve up any form of assistance that I could to aid the inevitable process of her imminent blacking at the hands of this superior male, I instinctively and submissively set about becoming as pathetic as possible. Almost as if the two polarised masculine figures in her presence would paint such a stark contrast that the image would forever emphasise in her mind the physical superiority of black men.
I allowed my belly to heave outwards, making me seem heavily pregnant. I slumped my shoulders, which drew down my chest so that my growing man boobs hung obscenely over the top of my bulging stomach. And I dropped my head in a position of surrender.
I sat there in silence, for minutes, listening to this erotic pairing discussing how they both work so hard to maintain their perfect figures, and proclaiming that it is just something that has to be done if you take pride in your appearance.
At this juncture, I couldn't help but plunge myself into a state of sheer humiliation. I turned my head towards these two perfect beings and loudly slapped my fat belly saying; "It's true, I haven't been here for a year and look at me!".
The pair laughed at me. They laughed hard, both staring at my revolting flab and pale, hairy little legs. That moment seemed to linger forever, and has haunted me since. I had, until that moment, clung to the misconception, borne out of comforting words from kind hearted souls, that perhaps my obese body looked far worse to me and that, actually, I was a normal shape. But these two beautiful strangers, unlike my close family and friends, were not about to massage my ego.
When the two of them stopped their sniggering, the black man responded; "Well mate, at least you're here. It's a start"! The blonde agreed; "Yeah, you've got a long way to do but keep going!". They both laughed again, and this time I pathetically did the same, but regrettably continued my high pitched laughing for an uncomfortably long period after they had both ceased their derisory chuckles. I looked down again, and caught sight of my ugly white body. Having spent the previous 30 seconds looking at the black man's huge muscular frame and the blonde's soft, fit, curvy young body, I had almost forgotten how repulsive my chubby and inadequate white male body looked. I sat there as the two of them made plans to meet that night in one of the city centre's bars. I then politely responded to their patronising words of encouragement as they left the sonarium together. As she pushed the door open, the black bull caressed her awesome peachy white bum as if to push her out of the room. The fact that she didn't protest said it all. She would be his that very night.
As the couple walked through and out of the jacuzzi room, drawing stares of sheer envy from the drooling white boys, I averted my gaze to the original young couple. Just in time to see them passionately kiss.
My tiny dick was so hard, and yet because of it's size, I felt entirely secure in stepping out of the sonarium and walking slowly through the room. I knew no-one would be able to see whether my penis was soft or hard, or indeed would not particularly care either way.
I felt useless and yet elated, if that is possible. Particularly because I knew why I was leaving. I wanted to catch one last sight of the beautiful interracial couple as they left the gym itself. I don't know why. I just felt that I needed to. Alas, despite rushing through the changing rooms and then sitting in my car for 37 minutes afterwards, they did not appear. I had missed them. I drove home, feeling dejected but submissively ecstatic for the two beautiful gym bunnies whom I had been lucky enough to feast my beady little eyes on, as they enjoyed the company of their respective black studs.
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