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Gay Interracial

... look back at them, knowing we have a deep refreshing arena of sexual kicks those safe, conventional couples couldn't even imagine. So the questioning looks of other have only drawn the bonds of our family tighter. Christina knows that I am not his father. She knows because she's grown up with all this; as a small child she grew accustomed to waking up every few Saturdays and finding a new, always black "friend" enjoying breakfast with us. There must be memories of those times when she woke with a nightmare, and came into our room to find Lori nestled in the embrace of a muscular black man. When she was old enough to ask questions, we never hid what was going on. We told her that Lori slept with these "friends" because we want to share her love, and that satisfied her enough that she never commented on the loud noises Lori made, the shouts and screams of one of the dramas she evoked. Christina is 15 now, and so we've had to make one adjustment to our romps. She's just too pretty, she has all of Lori's fiery promise in a body that still has the freshness of a child. She's just too tempting for these men. Once we saw her start to flirt with them around the dinner table, and when we sensed the electricity start to build between Christina and our lovers, Lori and I decided to avoid those dangerous, though intriguing, waters. She was too small, too young to handle these men, and we knew that all of our men were too tough to be restrained once they decided they would do her. So now ...

... we always send her off when our lovers arrive. She pouts and sulks, even tough we've explained to her that there's nothing wrong with wanting a black man - when she's old enough to handle them. So while we have our fun, Christina spends the night with my father. Anthony, though stays with us. We want him to see - not what we do in private. Rather we want him to see and know the proud, strong black men that we love. I think of Anthony like a son, I care for him and advise him on many things in life. But there is no denying the importance of his blackness, and I could never be a model for the type of man he should become. So when we sit around the table with these men, he sees how a real man carries himself. He gets to see the signals and looks when sex is anticipated, and the closeness between Lori and her new lover during breakfast. And we'll continue to do this, even as he continues to grow sexually. It's already started. He's only just turned 13, his black cock is still nearly hairless, but it's huge for a boy that age, it hangs long and fat. I wonder when I look at him if he's bigger erect than I am. In just a few short years, he'll be unbelievable. He's very, very interested in sex. We're comfortable enough with each other that he asks me lots of questions, in a way that Christina isn't. Boys want to know all the details. He's fascinated with blond woman - a few times now he's asked me: "Are they that color down there too?" No matter how many times I tell him yes, a few ...