It was a huge fashion and modelling convention and all the hotels were packed. I was only booked in at the hotel for one night, to be able to head off the next evening to another event the day after that. My agency booked me into a family room with Michael and Sean, two beautiful black guys. They were from the same agency but I’d never met them before. And I mean these guys were beautiful. That kind of gorgeous, stunning, charismatic beauty that just mesmerizes you. Michael had dark brown skin, was quite muscular, and seemed more confident and forthright of the two. Sean was mixed race and lighter in colour, a little taller and more slender in physique, and came across as quite quiet and shy.
Sean and I were chatting while we waited for Michael to finish in the bathroom. Sean was really a sweet guy, with a deliciously bitchy side to him which really turned me on. He was telling me that he and Michael went way back. And he told me to be careful because Michael had a thing for white guys. Which, from his playfully sweet inflective, I took to mean I could be in for some fun. I asked Sean if he had a thing for white guys too. He just smiled at me mischievously. Fuck it! I was supposed to be being good for my boyfriend while I was away on this trip. But it didn’t look like that was going to happen. No way could I resist the seductive power of these two guys if they came on to me. Not that I had never been with a black guy, or even with two guys at once, but these guys were just so fucking beautiful and alive and sensual!
When Michael came out of the shower, I thought I detected just the briefest flash of a knowing glance between him and Sean. I tried desperately to quell the swell of my nerves running rampant inside me. The brightness of the white towel about Michael’s waist only served to emphasise his exquisite silken dark brown flesh. I started to feel intoxicated by the thought of what might happen. I glanced across at Sean and witnessed affirmation and confirmation in his warm smile.
Michael came and stood provocatively close in front of me as I sat on the edge of one of the beds. I looked up and lost myself in his serious, sparkling dark eyes. He was a vision of utter loveliness. Fresh moisture from his shower glistened like dew over his dark sculpted torso. He let the towel about his waist drop and his plump flaccid cock hung inches from my face. Oh my God, he was so beautiful! My own cock stirred in response to his naked proximity. He stepped even closer so his cock was nearly touching my lips. It looked so soft and thick and juicy. I gulped in anticipation. “Be my guest, Rory,” he said.
I gratefully kissed the beautiful brown flesh of his cock. It twitched responsively. I kissed it a few times and he began to stiffen.
Sean came and stood beside Michael, kissed him on the lips and stroked his blossoming erection with slow, delicate movements of his hand, massaging Michael to full, hard glory right in front of me. I kissed the smooth firmness of the underside of Michael’s thick shaft. Sean wiped Michael’s impressive erection back and forth across my face, then brushed my lips with the bulbous helmet. Feeling incredibly guilty but excited, I was filled with overwhelming exultant pleasure as I let Sean slide Michael’s cock into my mouth and I began sucking on the head slowly and affectionately and adoringly.
“Damn!” Michael whispered hoarsely, looking down at me. “Damn!” And he began moving his hips back and forth, tenderly fucking my mouth with his thick, hard length.
Michael and Sean kissed each other deeply, tongues assailing each other with passionate enthusiasm, as I eagerly took the top half of Michael’s length into my mouth.
Michael loosened Sean’s trousers and took out Sean’s stiff erection and began massaging him.
Then as they kissed they both pressed against me and gyrated their hips to rub their firm cocks over my face, skin over skin, ebony over ivory, joyful homosexual infatuation, worshipping and being worshipped, free to revel in our delectable lascivious lust. I repeatedly kissed each gloriously firm, smooth, brown erection. And then licked them. And then took each in turn into my mouth, sucking and slobbering over their engorged glories between licking their balls and stroking their lengths in my fists. For precious, everlasting moments I laboured about their enthused loins with my fervent mouth and dextrous hands to pleasure both of these gloriously beautiful guys. It no longer felt like them and me. Now it was just ‘us’. All of us together relishing our interconnected mutual infatuation and heightened sexual exhilaration. Sean and Michael were kissing and caressing each other as I lost myself in sucking and licking, kissing and fondling, stroking and caressing. I was in seventh heaven pleasuring these two guys with their transparently rich personalities, evidently intensely sensual souls, gorgeous bodies, fine good looks and beautiful excited penises. One of my hands wandered down to stroke my own hard-on inside my shorts. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my head still for his cock as he fucked my mouth with slow, smooth thrusts.
Then a moment later, Michael became suddenly impatient. Frowning down intently at me, he took his cock from my mouth and pushed me backward on the bed so I was laying on my back with my legs hanging over the side. He directed me to flip over onto my stomach, which I did, and he shoved and bumped me up the bed. He tugged off my shorts and boxers and knelt forcefully between my legs, pulling my backside up to his groin. His dick rested between my buttocks. I could feel myself reflexively offering my arse up towards him. I knew what was coming next and I was so ready. My butt hole puckered greedily.
Michael told Sean to get the gel. And a moment later Michael was fingering my arse and eagerly pushing gel up in there. It was so fucking good feeling him doing that to me. My gut turned somersaults. I groaned and trembled. I wanted this guy’s cock so bad.
And then it came. Michael pushed it in and I dropped my head and grunted as I took it. Oh I opened up so good for him. He held my hips and fucked me slow and sensual and all I could do was keep moaning loudly for him as I took inch after inch.
Sean bounced naked onto the bed and sat kneeling on the pillows at the head of the bed in front of me. He slid his hard cock into my mouth and fucked my mouth with the same easy rhythm that Michael was fucking my arse.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some fun in my time, but never in my life had I experienced such intense euphoria, never felt so elated and satisfied with life’s benevolence as I was in that moment, with both my holes stuffed full of delicious black cock. These guys were stunning, and they were both focusing on me together at the same time, enjoying me, taking their pleasure from me, and giving indescribable pleasure to me.
As their excitement grew, I could feel both of them thrusting harder and harder until they climaxed almost simultaneously, Sean just a few seconds after Michael. I felt exquisitely and euphorically blessed and favoured, squatting on my hands and knees, taking their spurting hot bolts of semen both ends, gulping down Sean’s bitter sticky cum as it flooded my mouth and throat, Michael grunting loudly as he enthusiastically pumped a seemingly endless stream of cum up into the depths of my rectum. It was glorious. A glorious moment seared into my memory, woven into the fabric of my soul, forever.
This is a hopefully helpful, if very basic, article aimed primarily at White people who wish to be allies to Black people in the war against anti-Black racism.
While the principles listed here can also be applied to allyship with other afflicted social groups, such as the LGBT+ community or women for example, this article is specifically for, and addressed to, White people who understand the moral imperative of this allyship with Black people.
1. Listen To Black Voices
Get used to not being the one doing the talking, either literally or rhetorically, in person or online.
The very first step is to stop your mouth.
The second step is to engage yourself in deliberate, conscious, attentiveness to what Black people are saying. And that means everything they are saying, without your interruption, interpretation or correction.
And it means continuing to do so. We are not talking here of a one-off experience for you, or an intermittent on/off tap you deploy if you feel like it. Listening is an active practice, a personal discipline, and a way of life. It opens up to us the world around us. Listen to Black voices. Take in what they are saying, process it, reflect on it.
2. Educate Yourself
Make it a priority to learn about the experiences of Black people, the histories of Black people, and the intellectual, social and political arguments put forward by Black people. It has never been easier to find and access books, documentaries, movies, websites, organisations and institutions. Do it.
Be humble and open to having your opinions and assumptions challenged and changed. This will expand your horizons and elevate your soul.
Understand that whilst many Black people will graciously signpost educational resources, it is not beholden on Black people to educate White people. We should not expect Black people to have to explain themselves, and their experiences, and the complex realities of society, over and over and over to us. Take the initiative, take hold of the baton, give a damn and make the time to educate yourself.
I will endeavour soon to post some kind of resources list which may be of help. But you can get started right away, the internet awaits your earnest curiosity.
3. Respect The Autonomy And Authority Of Black Spaces
Don’t expect to be at the head of the table, or even at the table at all. In fact, don’t expect an invite, and don’t get resentful and victimy if you don’t get one. There is a long, deep and painful history of failure on the part of White people to help. Black people have learned they can only rely on themselves.
And don’t ever even think of imposing yourself on Black-only spaces. Black-only spaces are not racist. To the contrary, they’re anti-racist portals of resistance against racism, oppression and injustice. They are survival strategies for a targeted, brutalised, victimised people. Places of freedom and wellness and truth for people who are consistently denied these things elsewhere.
Be under no illusion, Black people do not need input from White people to understand what the problems are, what the solutions might be, or how to proceed. If you’re interested in helping, take your lead from Black people, they’ll tell you how you can help.
4. Support Black Advocacy
Support, promote, purchase from and invest in Black creatives, Black self-employed professionals, Black-owned businesses, Black advocacy and anti-racism organisations, and companies that pro-actively practice Diversity, Equity & Inclusion (DEI) initiatives.
6. Take A Stand In Your Workplace
Actively support DEI and anti-racism initiatives in your workplace. Don’t be afraid to be known amongst your White colleagues as an ally to Black people when relevant topics/circumstances arise. Take a consistent and visible stand against any anti-Black racism you witness or that a Black colleague has experienced. Be prepared to be unpopular with the status quo in a predominantly White system, but don’t expect a medal from your Black colleagues – you’re only a beginner.
7. Take A Stand Wherever You Are
Never allow racism to slide, anywhere, anytime. If you witness it happening, always shine a light on it, highlight it, point it out, challenge it, don't accept it. Express support and offer assistance to anyone who is a victim of racism.
