♠ Chapter 03 ♠ ♥ "Jerry" Monday, October 5 ♥
You wake up on the couch the next morning after apparently, no one noticed that you slept in the living room. Stiff and groggy, you start to get up and realize it's time to get ready for work. You go up to your room and you see that the bed is empty but the sheets and blankets are completely messed up on the floor. Hannah had a rough night, maybe she had nightmares you tell yourself.
You step into the shower and bathe in five minutes, there's no time for the water to heat up, so you find yourself shivering under the icy shower, and you can't help but look between your pale legs, and there it is almost completely hidden between your blond pubic hair, your little pink penis, fully erect is barely four inches, right now under the icy water, it can't be more than two inches. You feel completely humiliated and pathetic, you always knew you weren't great in that department, but after seeing for the second time Jarrad Christensen's thirteen-inch BIG BLACK COCK fucked to madness a sexy white woman, who was devoted and in love begged for that huge black anaconda, you feel inadequate, incomplete, you feel emasculated... as if you weren't a real man.
You shake those terrible thoughts out of your head and rush to go out and get dressed for a long, boring day at the office. When you make it to the kitchen to grab some food before running out the door, you see Hannah standing in front of the window of her nice expensive apartment, bought with Hannah's money of course, she's looking out over the city of New York with his coffee in his hands. Her pajamas are tiny, lycra shorts that hit just below her fat, round ass, her thick, pale thighs glowing like magic in the morning sunlight, you take a moment to admire her when she finally notices you.
"Good morning, Jerry, you didn't come to bed last night," Hannah says with a smile.
“Uh, well you guys closed the door and I guess I fell asleep watching TV. I thought you would have woken me up when they finished taking photos.”You say maybe a little defensive."
“Really?” Hannah didn't even catch your tone, “the girls and I were having so much fun I didn't notice.” She laughs. Her soft eyes didn't show an ounce of malice even though you felt ignored and rejected for most of the weekend.
“Oh… O-okay. The sofa wasn't too bad… Uh well, I guess I should go…”
“Alright honey, have a nice day!” Hannah says brightly but doesn't take a moment to look at you. Under normal circumstances it means nothing, but right now you'd kill for a little extra attention from her, but you just can't seem to get it. “Thank you, Hannah…”, you wait a moment to see if you can get one last smile, but she's lost in thought with her coffee staring out the window, you walk sulkily out of the apartment to the elevator of your building.
After a boring day at work, you come home and see that Hannah is back too. Her job at the stock market is much more comfortable and she is away from home for fewer hours than you, she could work from home if she wanted to and still make a considerable amount of money more than you do, but your wife likes to get out of the house and go to his office on Wall Street daily. You try not to be jealous, but sometimes you just can't help it, you don't say anything because who would that help?
Hannah is on the couch with her nose to the phone, tapping. "Hi, Jerry," Hannah answers without looking up at you. “Oh hey, I was talking to Chloe today and Emily wants us to go to the high school basketball game this Friday, she wants us to see the new cheer squad choreography. She is working up credits to win a cheerleading scholarship to college, she invited me and Chloe over, so I decided we should all go as a ****** and cheer her on.”
"Oh, I suppose?" You mumble.
You've never been into sports, seeing a bunch of men taller, stronger, and more skilled than you showing off in front of a crowd made you feel small, weak, and timid.
Hannah rolls her eyes at your lack of enthusiasm but doesn't say anything, she's back on her phone giving you the green light to change and shower. Before you know it, dinner is ready and everyone is sitting at the table to start eating. Over dinner, Hannah mentions that they are all going to the basketball game to support Emily. You expect a bit of whining from Alex since all he's done since his ballet teacher tragedy is lock himself in his room, but Alex isn't complaining at all and you were counting on Alex refusing to go, so maybe you could stay with him at the house, but Alex seems excited about spending Friday night watching a basketball game.
“Do you want to go to the game Alex?” you ask, almost desperately looking for a way out.
“Huh?” Alex asks curiously, “I mean, yeah… Emily's been a good friend since we moved in a year ago… plus Mr. Osei will be there. Today he told me that he wanted to watch the game with me this Friday ”.
“Osei? What an exotic last name, where is he from?” Chloe curiously asks her little brother.
“His name is Osei Jelani… he is a black bull… that is to say a black man, he is African and his name means, King born at night, it is the Swahili language”, Alex answers with his soft voice and sweet voice, he looks embarrassed and proud in equal parts by admitting that Mr. Osei is so important to him that he even knows the origin and meaning of his name.
“And who is this African Mr. Osei, honey? A teacher?” Hannah asks, really excited.
“Oh…Uh…he's just a friend…Mr. Osei isn't exactly a teacher, he's an African businessman and the sponsor of the school's basketball team, a scout, and he's donated a lot of money to the school, so who goes to school very often to make sure things are done well…”
"And how did you meet this African Mr. Osei, my pretty boy? You seem to like him a lot." Hannah asks Alex with a mischievous smile on her full lips.
Alex blushes and hides his pretty fairy face behind the long sleeves of his black sweatshirt, and shakes his cute little head from side to side, refusing to speak, completely ashamed.
"Oh come on Alex! Count up! Count up!" Chloe who is sitting next to Alex begins to tickle her little brother, Alex laughs and squirms until between shrieks of hysterical laughter he calls for her to stop. Chloe stops, and when Alex catches his breath he begins to speak.
“One day I was walking down the hall, and you know me… I'm always looking at the ground… so I bumped into Mr. Osei. He is so… strong… so black… and so big… I bounced and fell backward, but before I hit the ground, Mr. Osei held me with his huge black hands, he was so chivalrous,” your pretty and feminine son sighs excitedly, remembering that meeting, “Since then he has been super nice to me. Every time we go to school he talks to me, and he always gives me a huge chocolate ice cream stick, Mr. Osei says that good white boys should learn to lick big fat chocolate bars properly! He has asked me to go with him to the basketball games a couple of times, he always goes to them, but I never do… I still felt sad for Madame Papillon.” Alex confesses in his sweet voice, his huge round doe eyes shining with excitement.
“Wow! Their meeting sounds like fate! So romantic! And he seems so kind and loving!” Chloe strokes Alex's pink hair lovingly, “Emily is right, you are one lucky bitch!" Alex hides behind his handyman again and blushes from receiving so much attention.
"Well that's perfect, it's great that you finally want to get out of your room, baby!" Hannah looks happy to see her pretty little boy, animated and excited about something, the last year had been difficult for Alex, and both you and Hannah were worried about Alex's depression, "Since this Mr. Osei is important to you, we'll have to meet him on Friday night!” Hannah exclaims excitedly.
“Wait!” you manage to say while trying not to choke on a mouthful of salad, “How come you're okay with Alex talking to this Mr. Osai or what's-his-name?!”
"I don't know what you mean!" Hannah looks at you confused and a little offended by your annoying tone.
For a moment you are silent, not sure if he is serious. "I mean this man... this African man... this sponsor, he sounds like an older man, is it okay for an older man to associate with Alex, he's still a kid!" your voice rises in volume. Alex at that moment shrinks and looks shyly at his plate, and you can see how his beautiful gray eyes fill with tears.
"I don't see anything wrong! Alex can talk to whomever he wants and I certainly don't see the problem with a wealthy, kind, chivalrous black man taking an interest in my pretty boy!" Hannah begins to yell in fury.
You cringe, Hannah is always kind and sweet, she rarely raises her voice and almost never gets angry, but she now looks completely indignant, and she looks at you with disgust and disapproval. She feels miserable, and you immediately regret speaking out against the strange friendship between this mysterious Mr. Osei and your delicate and pretty son.
“Alex is turning fifteen in two weeks! He's old enough to have any kind of relationship with any black male he wants and since when is there a legal age to have a friend?! The only pervert who thinks weird things is you, ***!” Chloe joins the other side and faces you, while she hugs her brother comforting him.
"Or is it the fact that Mr. Osei is African that bothers you, Jerry?" Hannah asks you with a sneer, "Are you a disgusting racist Jerry?!" Hannah, Chloe, and even Alex look at you with an expression close to disgust.
“No, I'm not racist! I didn't mean that, I…I thought about the age difference between this black man and Alex who is so small, and so white… I mean so young… I didn't mean his race," your incoherent stammer dies at those disapproving looks, so you stop talking and now you're the one staring at his plate, embarrassed and humiliated like a grounded child, "I'm sorry! Okay?"
“Well, it's decided! On Friday we will go to see the basketball game, we will support Emily and Alex will introduce us to that African gentleman who has been so kind to him. Is that clear?!” Hannah frowns at you, still disappointed in you.
“Of course honey, whatever you say…”, your voice sounds defeated and weak, and you mentally kick yourself for ruining everyone's dinner, an awkward silence falls over the table and everyone finishes eating without speaking.
That night when you and Hannah are in bed, Hannah scolds you once more. “Alex has been very depressed since his ballet teacher died, he hardly talks to anyone, and spends the day in his room, if this Mr. Osei can bring joy back to your son and convince him to leave his room, you should thank him on your knees, I won't allow you to interfere with Alexis's happiness”, Hannah again has all her attention on the screen of her cell phone, where dozens of photos of tall, big, muscular and very black men shine in high definition, not even deigns to look at your face, “on Friday we will meet this African gentleman, you will be nice, or I will be very angry with you!”
“Yes honey, I'll be nice, I'm so sorry, I never meant to upset Alex”, you apologize once more, and you feel a knot in your stomach and a stab in your heart. Your beloved wife is defending a black man she doesn't know, while she scolds you, her husband she has been married to for twenty years.
“I forgive you, but let this be the last time you act like a disgusting racist, now go to sleep!” Hannah continues to look at the Instagram of some black model or actor and still doesn't glance at you, You lie next to her bed and fall asleep feeling miserable.
You step into the shower and bathe in five minutes, there's no time for the water to heat up, so you find yourself shivering under the icy shower, and you can't help but look between your pale legs, and there it is almost completely hidden between your blond pubic hair, your little pink penis, fully erect is barely four inches, right now under the icy water, it can't be more than two inches. You feel completely humiliated and pathetic, you always knew you weren't great in that department, but after seeing for the second time Jarrad Christensen's thirteen-inch BIG BLACK COCK fucked to madness a sexy white woman, who was devoted and in love begged for that huge black anaconda, you feel inadequate, incomplete, you feel emasculated... as if you weren't a real man.
You shake those terrible thoughts out of your head and rush to go out and get dressed for a long, boring day at the office. When you make it to the kitchen to grab some food before running out the door, you see Hannah standing in front of the window of her nice expensive apartment, bought with Hannah's money of course, she's looking out over the city of New York with his coffee in his hands. Her pajamas are tiny, lycra shorts that hit just below her fat, round ass, her thick, pale thighs glowing like magic in the morning sunlight, you take a moment to admire her when she finally notices you.
"Good morning, Jerry, you didn't come to bed last night," Hannah says with a smile.
“Uh, well you guys closed the door and I guess I fell asleep watching TV. I thought you would have woken me up when they finished taking photos.”You say maybe a little defensive."
“Really?” Hannah didn't even catch your tone, “the girls and I were having so much fun I didn't notice.” She laughs. Her soft eyes didn't show an ounce of malice even though you felt ignored and rejected for most of the weekend.
“Oh… O-okay. The sofa wasn't too bad… Uh well, I guess I should go…”
“Alright honey, have a nice day!” Hannah says brightly but doesn't take a moment to look at you. Under normal circumstances it means nothing, but right now you'd kill for a little extra attention from her, but you just can't seem to get it. “Thank you, Hannah…”, you wait a moment to see if you can get one last smile, but she's lost in thought with her coffee staring out the window, you walk sulkily out of the apartment to the elevator of your building.
After a boring day at work, you come home and see that Hannah is back too. Her job at the stock market is much more comfortable and she is away from home for fewer hours than you, she could work from home if she wanted to and still make a considerable amount of money more than you do, but your wife likes to get out of the house and go to his office on Wall Street daily. You try not to be jealous, but sometimes you just can't help it, you don't say anything because who would that help?
Hannah is on the couch with her nose to the phone, tapping. "Hi, Jerry," Hannah answers without looking up at you. “Oh hey, I was talking to Chloe today and Emily wants us to go to the high school basketball game this Friday, she wants us to see the new cheer squad choreography. She is working up credits to win a cheerleading scholarship to college, she invited me and Chloe over, so I decided we should all go as a ****** and cheer her on.”
"Oh, I suppose?" You mumble.
You've never been into sports, seeing a bunch of men taller, stronger, and more skilled than you showing off in front of a crowd made you feel small, weak, and timid.
Hannah rolls her eyes at your lack of enthusiasm but doesn't say anything, she's back on her phone giving you the green light to change and shower. Before you know it, dinner is ready and everyone is sitting at the table to start eating. Over dinner, Hannah mentions that they are all going to the basketball game to support Emily. You expect a bit of whining from Alex since all he's done since his ballet teacher tragedy is lock himself in his room, but Alex isn't complaining at all and you were counting on Alex refusing to go, so maybe you could stay with him at the house, but Alex seems excited about spending Friday night watching a basketball game.
“Do you want to go to the game Alex?” you ask, almost desperately looking for a way out.
“Huh?” Alex asks curiously, “I mean, yeah… Emily's been a good friend since we moved in a year ago… plus Mr. Osei will be there. Today he told me that he wanted to watch the game with me this Friday ”.
“Osei? What an exotic last name, where is he from?” Chloe curiously asks her little brother.
“His name is Osei Jelani… he is a black bull… that is to say a black man, he is African and his name means, King born at night, it is the Swahili language”, Alex answers with his soft voice and sweet voice, he looks embarrassed and proud in equal parts by admitting that Mr. Osei is so important to him that he even knows the origin and meaning of his name.
“And who is this African Mr. Osei, honey? A teacher?” Hannah asks, really excited.
“Oh…Uh…he's just a friend…Mr. Osei isn't exactly a teacher, he's an African businessman and the sponsor of the school's basketball team, a scout, and he's donated a lot of money to the school, so who goes to school very often to make sure things are done well…”
"And how did you meet this African Mr. Osei, my pretty boy? You seem to like him a lot." Hannah asks Alex with a mischievous smile on her full lips.
Alex blushes and hides his pretty fairy face behind the long sleeves of his black sweatshirt, and shakes his cute little head from side to side, refusing to speak, completely ashamed.
"Oh come on Alex! Count up! Count up!" Chloe who is sitting next to Alex begins to tickle her little brother, Alex laughs and squirms until between shrieks of hysterical laughter he calls for her to stop. Chloe stops, and when Alex catches his breath he begins to speak.
“One day I was walking down the hall, and you know me… I'm always looking at the ground… so I bumped into Mr. Osei. He is so… strong… so black… and so big… I bounced and fell backward, but before I hit the ground, Mr. Osei held me with his huge black hands, he was so chivalrous,” your pretty and feminine son sighs excitedly, remembering that meeting, “Since then he has been super nice to me. Every time we go to school he talks to me, and he always gives me a huge chocolate ice cream stick, Mr. Osei says that good white boys should learn to lick big fat chocolate bars properly! He has asked me to go with him to the basketball games a couple of times, he always goes to them, but I never do… I still felt sad for Madame Papillon.” Alex confesses in his sweet voice, his huge round doe eyes shining with excitement.
“Wow! Their meeting sounds like fate! So romantic! And he seems so kind and loving!” Chloe strokes Alex's pink hair lovingly, “Emily is right, you are one lucky bitch!" Alex hides behind his handyman again and blushes from receiving so much attention.
"Well that's perfect, it's great that you finally want to get out of your room, baby!" Hannah looks happy to see her pretty little boy, animated and excited about something, the last year had been difficult for Alex, and both you and Hannah were worried about Alex's depression, "Since this Mr. Osei is important to you, we'll have to meet him on Friday night!” Hannah exclaims excitedly.
“Wait!” you manage to say while trying not to choke on a mouthful of salad, “How come you're okay with Alex talking to this Mr. Osai or what's-his-name?!”
"I don't know what you mean!" Hannah looks at you confused and a little offended by your annoying tone.
For a moment you are silent, not sure if he is serious. "I mean this man... this African man... this sponsor, he sounds like an older man, is it okay for an older man to associate with Alex, he's still a kid!" your voice rises in volume. Alex at that moment shrinks and looks shyly at his plate, and you can see how his beautiful gray eyes fill with tears.
"I don't see anything wrong! Alex can talk to whomever he wants and I certainly don't see the problem with a wealthy, kind, chivalrous black man taking an interest in my pretty boy!" Hannah begins to yell in fury.
You cringe, Hannah is always kind and sweet, she rarely raises her voice and almost never gets angry, but she now looks completely indignant, and she looks at you with disgust and disapproval. She feels miserable, and you immediately regret speaking out against the strange friendship between this mysterious Mr. Osei and your delicate and pretty son.
“Alex is turning fifteen in two weeks! He's old enough to have any kind of relationship with any black male he wants and since when is there a legal age to have a friend?! The only pervert who thinks weird things is you, ***!” Chloe joins the other side and faces you, while she hugs her brother comforting him.
"Or is it the fact that Mr. Osei is African that bothers you, Jerry?" Hannah asks you with a sneer, "Are you a disgusting racist Jerry?!" Hannah, Chloe, and even Alex look at you with an expression close to disgust.
“No, I'm not racist! I didn't mean that, I…I thought about the age difference between this black man and Alex who is so small, and so white… I mean so young… I didn't mean his race," your incoherent stammer dies at those disapproving looks, so you stop talking and now you're the one staring at his plate, embarrassed and humiliated like a grounded child, "I'm sorry! Okay?"
“Well, it's decided! On Friday we will go to see the basketball game, we will support Emily and Alex will introduce us to that African gentleman who has been so kind to him. Is that clear?!” Hannah frowns at you, still disappointed in you.
“Of course honey, whatever you say…”, your voice sounds defeated and weak, and you mentally kick yourself for ruining everyone's dinner, an awkward silence falls over the table and everyone finishes eating without speaking.
That night when you and Hannah are in bed, Hannah scolds you once more. “Alex has been very depressed since his ballet teacher died, he hardly talks to anyone, and spends the day in his room, if this Mr. Osei can bring joy back to your son and convince him to leave his room, you should thank him on your knees, I won't allow you to interfere with Alexis's happiness”, Hannah again has all her attention on the screen of her cell phone, where dozens of photos of tall, big, muscular and very black men shine in high definition, not even deigns to look at your face, “on Friday we will meet this African gentleman, you will be nice, or I will be very angry with you!”
“Yes honey, I'll be nice, I'm so sorry, I never meant to upset Alex”, you apologize once more, and you feel a knot in your stomach and a stab in your heart. Your beloved wife is defending a black man she doesn't know, while she scolds you, her husband she has been married to for twenty years.
“I forgive you, but let this be the last time you act like a disgusting racist, now go to sleep!” Hannah continues to look at the Instagram of some black model or actor and still doesn't glance at you, You lie next to her bed and fall asleep feeling miserable.
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