No black man would ever accept he acts as bottom for another man. That’s so whitey thing to do. Yes, in black marriages at least one of those men have to act as bottom, but that’s something enterily private and an act of true love.
But when you tell about James Blacksmith, well, even the cockiest black guy would say he’d love can be his bottom.
My boss arrives just in time. Not a single second early, not a single second late. Seven feet and two inches (2,50 m) of pure black muscle. I can even see his biceps bulging below his perfect suit. His hair, dark as the night, and his thick beard make his masculine and handsome face even hotter. And I’m completely sure there is no darker skin in the whole world.
He arrives with a smile in his face and give me his jacket. “It’s hot today”, he says with his deep voice. I need to look up when he’s next to me or I only can see his tie. He goes to his office and I follow him with the mail. He sits in his chair and read the newspaper while I remind him his schedule for today. When I finish he look to me with his deep black eyes and give me that sexy nice smile of him.
- Have you seen this?
He opens the newspaper in the desk and I go round the table next to him to read it. It has been all around the news the last week. A white man reported his black boss because he molested him during work hours.
- The judge says the white guy only talks about touchings and sexual jokes, but nothing about raping him, so…
- …the black boss only follow his impulses by the fact his employee was a distraction to him because of his whitey and sissy manners.
I read it aloud from the paper. Then I look to my boss.
- What do you think, Timmy?
He’s the only one who calls me Timmy, that makes me feel even smaller. My mouth is incredibly dry when I try to talk again.
- I know we usually are a distraction, Mr. Blacksmith. Probably that man didn’t let his boss do his work properly. We usually send sexual message to black males all the time, even without realizing what we are doing.
- So you understand his boss acted that way.
-So you’d understand I’d do something like this.
I feel his big hand in my knee, going up and up until my waist, then he pushes me to him carefully, surrounding me with his huge arm. I try to talk, but I only can whisper.
- Ye… Yes.
His face is closer and closer to mine, while his hand begins to caress my little bulge, harder than ever right now.
- So, now this is clearly usual and not illegal, you understand I could do this.
- Y… Yes.
His face is only a couple of inches of mine, I can feel my trousers wet of pre-cum. His dark eyes watching me. He whispers to me like he was telling a secret.
- I like to know it.
- You should go back to work, Timmy.
He frees me and I try not to fall to the ground after that. I need a moment to recover. I walk to the door, but he talks again before I can leave his office.
- Do you know why I choose you between all the candidates?
I stand there silent, trying to think.
- You have the whitest skin I’ve ever seen. You’re the whitest man I’ve ever met, in every sense of the word. And I love it.
I try to breathe. And I leave his office before he can see how my trousers get soaked of pleasure.