"You seriously don't want to come with me to the rally?" Madison said, face scrunching up in disappointment as she leaned forward and tilted her head.
"I'd love to!" Alec lied, running a hand through his dark black hair and offering his best friend a weak half-smile. "But if I don't get through some of these assignments I might drown under them." He shrugged in a 'what you gonna do?' sort of way but Madison remained unimpressed. The truth was he was completely on top of his college work but wasn't thrilled at the idea of being dragged to the BLM rally being held on campus. Not that he was against them of course, as he would surely tell anyone who asked why he didn't want to go but Alec largely tried to steer clear of politics. So much division and conflict. He was happy to sit it out. Plus, it always seemed to come down on the 'whites bad, blacks victims' narrative. Hardly a fair assessment in his humble opinion.
"You can't blow off a couple of papers to help America?" Madison tried, raising a judging eyebrow at him. Alec shook his head slightly but couldn't help but smile at her. He and Madison had been best friends for as long as he could remember. Even as their mums poked fun and teased them about their friendship as they grew, even as awkward teenagers, and even now as they settled into the latter part of their first college year. Madison's chestnut-colored hair was tied back into a simple ponytail and her knowing gaze sunk into him. Alec would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of her beyond their friendship. Her stunning, sharp features and perfect smile, were the curve of her natural hourglass-like figure. Coupled with a natural E bust and what his online friends would describe as a 'dump truck' rear, she was any hot-blooded male fantasy.
"Help America?" He retorted, snorting slightly. "We aren't in the sixties anymore."
"You're showing your ignorance and your white privilege, Alec," Madison replied, crossing her arms and leaning back. "And, you're being a crap friend." Despite her serious tone, he saw the sparkle in her eyes and knew she was teasing him. Mostly. He stood silent for a long moment before sighing.
"For you, sure. I'll go but just for an hour. I have stuff to do tonight, okay?" He caved.
"Tugging your little thing to booties on TikTok isn't important 'stuff' but whatever," Madison said, once again teasing but with a wide grin on her face this time. Satisfied she'd gotten her way. As always. Alec tried to ignore the 'little' comment though he could feel his cheeks redden.
"You're so welcome. Text me when, okay?"
"Alick?" Alec said, confusion clear as he read the sloppy hand-written scribble on the side of his coffee cup. He sighed, sitting down across from Madison at their table in the cute little café she liked, though she seemed distracted by whatever was on her laptop. "How do they mess that up?" He shook his head, pushing a caramel frappe across to her.
"Hmm?" Madison said, looking up and blinking. She hadn't been listening and offered a small smile. Wild was all she said in response, becoming engrossed in her study once more.
Alec shot her a questioning look. "You good? Seem a little, out of it today."
Madison was once again broken from her revery, having to try hard to focus on her friend. "Oh, yeah. I am just really into this latest assignment, you know? It's heavy stuff. But interesting. Marcus has been sending me these insightful articles. Just get completely lost in them." Madison took a sip of the caramel frappe Alec had brought her, flashing him a wide smile. Alec only nodded, grimacing a bit at the mention of Marcus. The tall, dark, and handsome BLM member they'd encountered the previous week who had insisted on referring to him as 'whiteboy'. He had been rather overbearing and was spouting some pretty extreme views. All whites were racist, reparations both financially and socially were needed and the 'white supremacist' structure of society needed to be 'ripped out'. Yet Madison had seemed rather taken with his firebrand approach, much to Alec's reservation.
"Oh yeah?" Alec said, "Are they all calling us both terrible and racist for being white?" Madison shot him a look.
"Don't be a child, Alec. We both benefit from a level of privilege and acknowledging that or pointing it out doesn't make us or Marcus bad, okay? Racism isn't just a conscious action, we both harbor some prejudice whether we want to confront it or not."
He rolled his eyes. "Is that what those articles say?"
"Why don't I send them to you?" Madison retorted, smirking slightly. "So instead of pestering me like a typical racist whiteboy, you can educate yourself huh?"
Alec was a little taken aback but shrugged, taking a sip of coffee and playing off his surprise. "Hey, if they are backed by some real studies and thought, I'd be happy to learn."
"Perfect, I'll send them to you later." Madison smiled at him, though he sensed her annoyance.
"Racial Inequality and How the Modern Generation Can Help" read the title of one of the several different articles and papers Alec had received from Madison later that same day. He had not had the chance to go over them deeply for a week or so but now, on the other side of his latest essay, had a second. He was already skeptical but put his reservations aside, trying not to fall into the stereotype of 'uneducated racist whiteboy' that Madison was throwing at him more and more regularly nowadays. He opened up the first, a published article by Elias Hooker. He began, skimming through the paper.
"One of the greatest allies to the fight for true racial equality and justice is the next generation. Those who are more critical of the existing power structures and have the mind and fire to drive the movement forward."
Alec rolled his eyes. So that was why Madison was so taken. This article was just designed to praise and stroke the egos of politically active college students. Sure, it had a few interesting points regarding the huge inequality that remained despite alleged legal equality. Yet so much seemed to be fan service to the students of today. He remained unimpressed but carried on with the others.
"The White Supremacist Structures Which Remain Today"
"How Real Racial Justice Can Be Found"
"The Benefits of Interracial Pornography For The White Mind"
Alec had been skim-reading most of them, not gaining much of an appreciation for anything other than where Madison was getting all her new ideas and terminology from. These papers were largely fluff, nothing of real substance but quite provocative that was for sure. Yet that last title just seemed too outrageous to ignore.
"The many benefits of the recent surge in interracial pornography could not be listed in a single paper. So instead I will be focusing on the positive impact it has on the 'white mind'. I will be exploring some of the effects and how these are not just a good thing for the Movement but for the psychological health of the white watching.
Interracial pornography can have wonderful effects on the average white mind. Here, the positive impact can be seen in the acceptance of interracial pairs, the slowly crumbling bastion of prejudice within both white females and males, and more focused effects according to gender. Exposure to interracial content aids in accepting the new reality of modern relationships. White women can be slowly liberated from the oppressive ideas that they 'belong' to white men. The act of seeing a black male become intimate with a woman like them can help free them from the notion of white ownership. White women no longer have to be with lesser males purely out of a racist idea of racial purity. They are free to indulge in real sex and interracial porn helps women discover this. On the flip side, the same idea of ownership is being crushed within the white males who consume interracial. They are not only bearing witness to 'their' woman being taken and pleasured by another but are also receiving pleasure from this surrender. The rapid rise of more kink-specific aspects of this can be seen in the likes of cuckolding. This can be a deeply effective tool for destroying subconscious racism within white males. Not only that, but the addictive nature of pornography can often hook both white males and females, leading them down a path to true allyship. Yet, a subject for another day. "
"So, if you seek to help erase the white supremacist structures within our society and white minds, then I highly recommend indulging in interracial porn. Throw on some Blacked, pull those pants down, and enjoy. Enjoy the pleasure, enjoy the mental health benefits, and enjoy helping to destroy racism."
Alec rubbed and shook his head, amazed someone had the nerve to write this sort of stuff. 'Jack off to interracial or you're racist' seemed to be the argument. Wild. Though it did make him wonder if Madison had listened to it. She seemed to have taken everything else onboard from this nonsense. His mind conjured the image of his best friend in her bed, slowly slipping down to her panties as she pulled her laptop close. Her bra struggled to contain her tits as one hand stroked up her soft, curvy body to free them. Alec blinked a couple of times, noticing he was sporting a hard-on.
He sat on the lawn outside the social studies building, waiting for Madison as he idly scrolled his phone. Alec kept it close to his chest though as the plain reality was, his TikTok and Instagram feeds were mostly full of thirst traps, bikini pics, and girls twerking. Alec barely noticed his friend approaching as he watched an alt-goth girl with pale skin, black bangs, and a fat ass bounce it up and down, pulling a face as she did.
"Morning perv!" Madison declared, dropping herself down beside Alec and grinning. He quickly closed his phone and smiled at her, a little guilty.
"Hey, Madi. How was class?" He tried. Truth be told, he wasn't sure if she had caught him or was just teasing him.
"It was honestly amazing. We've been getting into some deeper stuff now we are later into it. Everyone is just so switched on and into it as well. We want to be there." Madison responded with genuine enthusiasm in her voice.
"That's good to hear." Alec grinned, playing with the grass a little. "Everyone in my classes just runs for the door the second we're done. If they even show up." He chuckled a little.
"Because you study fucking finance! It's so dull!" She giggled before switching to a slightly more serious look. "By the way, did you get a chance to read those articles I sent to you?"
"That was subtle." Alec snorted, but Madison's expected face made him concede. "Yeah, yeah. I read through them this weekend." Alec swallowed, recalling how crude some of them were.
"Well, what did you think?" Madison asked, keenly watching him. Alec shifted, taking in a breath before offering an apologetic look.
"Honestly? Most didn't seem to say much. Sure, sure, there was some food for thought in there. But it seemed so focused on encouraging political action as opposed to actually making you question why you are taking action." He half expected her to call him a racist for not liking her papers but she seemed to take what he said calmly.
"Oh yeah, I agree." Madison nodded.
"You do?"
"Yeah." Madison seemed to think for a second. "I think that is kind of the point. I've reread them a few times now and I agree. I think there designed to be easily accessible and fire you up, to get you out there. It's a good thing, I think. No?"
"Of course, be active. But yeah, I didn't find much too many of them." Alec said, a little relieved his friend hadn't nailed him to the wall about the subject.
"What about the one which talks about the good watching interracial porn can do? Did you like that?" Madison asked it so casually Alec almost responded without pause. Almost. He opened his mouth before shooting her a look. Both were confused, shocked, and a little embarrassed. "What? Did you not read that one?"
"No, I-I read it," Alec said, still a little stunned she'd brought it up with such ease. "I, do you want to talk about that? Seemed a little... You know."
"Oh my God, you are so repressed." Madison laughed, "It's just porn, Alec. Not even if it's a porn paper, grow up." She tilted her head and laughed slightly. "You'll watch some chick wearing nothing but a thong and twerking on your phone in public but won't talk about an academic paper with your best friend of like forever because it talks about porn?"
So she had seen what he was watching. Alec blushed a little but shrugged. "I don't know. It made sense in theory. Exposure to that sort of content would probably help if you were racist. But I don't think many racists are watching interracial."
"You'd be surprised," Madison muttered coyly, quickly bringing out her phone.
"Huh?"
"Nothing." She replied, looking back at him, intense interest on her face now. Did her lips get bigger? Maybe the makeup she was wearing. "Do you watch interracial?" Alec shot her a look. "What? I thought we were being grown-ups about this." She retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"No, not really." Alec sighed.
"So, you're a racist?" Madison said flatly. Alec looked at her shocked and a little angry.
"What!? No, how could you say that?"
"You implied only racists don't watch it, right? And you don't watch it. So..." She shrugged. Despite how ridiculous it sounded, she seemed serious.
"Madi, I am not racist okay? I think you know that." Alec said, trying to defend himself.
"I don't know that. You may not be some MAGA, American flag-waving Rep douche, Alec but you don't seem like much of an ally either."
"You can't be serious?" Alec was stunned, that the one friend he'd had for his whole life was being like this.
"Tell you what, if you want to help prove to me you aren't some racist whiteboy I shouldn't ever speak with again? I want you to help my friend with her paper. The porn paper more specifically." Alec was trying to follow but his confusion must have been clear. "A classmate, Sarina, wrote that paper. But, as you say. It is more of a theory than anything. I am helping her but I want you to give us a hand too."
"How? I don't know anything about the course content." Alec offered genuinely.
"Nothing like that. I would like you to help see if there is any validity to her idea. That interracial porn can help a racist white male overcome internal prejudice." Madison stared at him intently, leaning a little closer to him. Alec, despite himself and the craziness of the situation, enjoyed having her this close to him.
"You want me to..." Alec trailed off, swallowing hard. Madison nodded slowly, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Watch some interracial porn for us. For, a week? I don't need to know all the details. Just, make some notes on how you feel. How you see white women and black men after, if you enjoyed it if you would watch more. Could you do that for me?" She was almost close enough to kiss and Alec could only nod nervously, even as a part of his brain yelled at him for being such a pushover. "Amazing!" Madi said, standing up and breaking the spell she had cast for a second. "Start tonight! Sarina and I want to see where this leads and you could offer a completely new perspective. Thanks, Alec. I knew you were an ally deep down." And before he even knew what had gone on, she had jogged off, ass swaying as she did.
"What the fuck..."
"Don't forget xoxo" Alec read Madison's text as he shifted in his bed. His entire day had been spent stressing about their conversation. How had it spiraled out of control so quickly? How could she have called him racist? Just because he didn't jack off to interracial? Porn was about self-insert pleasure, right? That was why there was so much POV stuff. Being the 'guy' and getting to have the girl. A little hard when the guy was a six-foot-five black stud and you were a five-eight skinny white dude. Alec sighed. Maybe he was prejudiced though? He had never watched an interracial video before. Perhaps there was some truth to it? Was there some internal racism that didn't want to see black men with white women?
'Fuck it.' He thought to himself. Alec made sure his door was closed before stripping down to his underwear. He had smooth, pale legs in contrast to the tight pair of black boxers he wore. He'd never had facial hair and his chest was free of any whisps too. He kept his pubic hair neat and short, a small attempt to make his modest size seem a little larger. Grabbing his laptop, Alec quickly flipped it open. He read through the paper that Madison was helping on once more. Was it crazy? It seemed pretty extreme. Yet something drove him forward. Some part of him told him to just try it out. For his friendship with Madison if nothing else. So he typed it in.
'Porn Blacked'
He'd heard of Blacked before of course. Their videos made it to the homepage of most porn sites pretty regularly. But he had never lingered long. Now he was confronted with their catalogue. Dozens of thumbnails of stunningly beautiful women with black lovers, all captured in surprisingly cinematic shots. He scrolled for a little, feeling a nervous knot in his stomach. Was this the alleged internal racism demanding he not watch it? It was strange, exciting almost. Like watching porn for the first time again. Alec soon found a full video for free, 'Blacked Squad Goals'. Three perfect-looking brunettes coupled with two rather good-looking black guys. The intro played, scene after scene of white women pleasing black men before cutting to their logo and a sensual voice over "Blacked.com..." Alec shifted, tugging down his underwear and revealing his rather slim and small cock. He was barely four and a half inches when hard and it had been the cause of a lot of confidence issues. Yet he was already semi-hard his cock wasn't as bothered by the idea of watching interracial as he was. So he wrapped his slender fingers around and began to idly tug as he skipped the boring setup to the video and went straight for the action. He had jumped just far enough for the girls to pull down the guy's pants and reveal their massive black members. Their plump limps kiss and spread for the meaty cocks in front of them. The outfits highlighted their bubble butts and they giggled excitedly as they gave two male actors their attention. Alec was a little surprised. Sure, they were pornstars but the guys were just so... Big. Thick as much as long. He watched, quickly becoming enraptured as the girls slowly started to suck off the thick black cocks before them. Alec's hand was already gripping his cock tight and tugging faster. He felt a pang of jealousy as he watched such hung and well-built studs enjoy the attention of the girls. Perhaps his status as a virgin fueled the slight anger, or maybe this was what Madison had been talking about.
"Ahhh..." Alec moaned softly, watching the girls deepthroat the men before them with an eagerness he'd not seen much in porn before. He was only a few minutes in but could feel how stiff his cock was becoming. His slender inches were already slick as his head leaked pre. His small, tight white balls were already starting to shift, already wanting to spill their load. Alec thought back to the papers he had read. The racism, the inequality, the positive effect of interracial porn. Was watching these white girls fuck black men helping? His white cock twitched as he pumped it and he let out another soft moan. "Uhhhh..." He wasn't a racist, what white man who was would jerk off to watching black men fuck our woman right? 'Our woman' Alec pondered on his internal choice of wording. Maybe there was something - "Oh fuck.." Alec was pulled from any musings as he realized how close was already to cumming. He had only been touching himself for five minutes or so yet he could feel that familiar sensation. Not wanting to miss the good part, he skipped to the end, building himself up for the cumshot. It cut to two of the girls getting fucked in missionary, the third encouraging them to enjoy the dark cock which was pumping in and out of them. Alec spend up his jerking, a crude and weak imitation of the pumping on screen as his small cock fucked his fist. Alec had overestimated his stamina however and could feel himself slip past the point of no return before the girls got on their knees for some facials. "Uhh, oh shit!" Alec grunted, surprised at how powerful and quick his orgasm had come. His body jerked slightly, the sensation sharp and causing him to suck in another breathy moan. His cock spurted a few ropey shots onto his lower stomach as Alec kept moaning, surprised at his vocalness. His legs twitched and kicked slightly, his toes curled and he tossed his head back in delight. Like a live wire had been plugged into him. It felt amazing! It was like an orgasm but times ten.
Breathy, Alec gazed down at himself. Several sticky lines of cum were splattered across his crotch and stomach, as more dribbled weakly from his already deflating manhood. The video on his laptop continued to play. The three girls were eagerly getting low to receive their reward now. The male actors presented their thick black manhoods, stroking them as they let out deep grunts. Alec watched as the girls giggled and gleefully opened their mouths, playing with one another as they took the loads. He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his pale cock and that of the ones the girls fawned over. The video faded out and Alec lay still, recovering. A lot was running through his mind. A mix of emotions battled inside his head. There was a lot to process. But what he did know was that this Blacked video had just helped give him the most incredible orgasm he could remember. Maybe Madison and her friend Sarina were onto something.
He had another week to explore that idea.
"I'd love to!" Alec lied, running a hand through his dark black hair and offering his best friend a weak half-smile. "But if I don't get through some of these assignments I might drown under them." He shrugged in a 'what you gonna do?' sort of way but Madison remained unimpressed. The truth was he was completely on top of his college work but wasn't thrilled at the idea of being dragged to the BLM rally being held on campus. Not that he was against them of course, as he would surely tell anyone who asked why he didn't want to go but Alec largely tried to steer clear of politics. So much division and conflict. He was happy to sit it out. Plus, it always seemed to come down on the 'whites bad, blacks victims' narrative. Hardly a fair assessment in his humble opinion.
"You can't blow off a couple of papers to help America?" Madison tried, raising a judging eyebrow at him. Alec shook his head slightly but couldn't help but smile at her. He and Madison had been best friends for as long as he could remember. Even as their mums poked fun and teased them about their friendship as they grew, even as awkward teenagers, and even now as they settled into the latter part of their first college year. Madison's chestnut-colored hair was tied back into a simple ponytail and her knowing gaze sunk into him. Alec would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of her beyond their friendship. Her stunning, sharp features and perfect smile, were the curve of her natural hourglass-like figure. Coupled with a natural E bust and what his online friends would describe as a 'dump truck' rear, she was any hot-blooded male fantasy.
"Help America?" He retorted, snorting slightly. "We aren't in the sixties anymore."
"You're showing your ignorance and your white privilege, Alec," Madison replied, crossing her arms and leaning back. "And, you're being a crap friend." Despite her serious tone, he saw the sparkle in her eyes and knew she was teasing him. Mostly. He stood silent for a long moment before sighing.
"For you, sure. I'll go but just for an hour. I have stuff to do tonight, okay?" He caved.
"Tugging your little thing to booties on TikTok isn't important 'stuff' but whatever," Madison said, once again teasing but with a wide grin on her face this time. Satisfied she'd gotten her way. As always. Alec tried to ignore the 'little' comment though he could feel his cheeks redden.
"You're so welcome. Text me when, okay?"
"Alick?" Alec said, confusion clear as he read the sloppy hand-written scribble on the side of his coffee cup. He sighed, sitting down across from Madison at their table in the cute little café she liked, though she seemed distracted by whatever was on her laptop. "How do they mess that up?" He shook his head, pushing a caramel frappe across to her.
"Hmm?" Madison said, looking up and blinking. She hadn't been listening and offered a small smile. Wild was all she said in response, becoming engrossed in her study once more.
Alec shot her a questioning look. "You good? Seem a little, out of it today."
Madison was once again broken from her revery, having to try hard to focus on her friend. "Oh, yeah. I am just really into this latest assignment, you know? It's heavy stuff. But interesting. Marcus has been sending me these insightful articles. Just get completely lost in them." Madison took a sip of the caramel frappe Alec had brought her, flashing him a wide smile. Alec only nodded, grimacing a bit at the mention of Marcus. The tall, dark, and handsome BLM member they'd encountered the previous week who had insisted on referring to him as 'whiteboy'. He had been rather overbearing and was spouting some pretty extreme views. All whites were racist, reparations both financially and socially were needed and the 'white supremacist' structure of society needed to be 'ripped out'. Yet Madison had seemed rather taken with his firebrand approach, much to Alec's reservation.
"Oh yeah?" Alec said, "Are they all calling us both terrible and racist for being white?" Madison shot him a look.
"Don't be a child, Alec. We both benefit from a level of privilege and acknowledging that or pointing it out doesn't make us or Marcus bad, okay? Racism isn't just a conscious action, we both harbor some prejudice whether we want to confront it or not."
He rolled his eyes. "Is that what those articles say?"
"Why don't I send them to you?" Madison retorted, smirking slightly. "So instead of pestering me like a typical racist whiteboy, you can educate yourself huh?"
Alec was a little taken aback but shrugged, taking a sip of coffee and playing off his surprise. "Hey, if they are backed by some real studies and thought, I'd be happy to learn."
"Perfect, I'll send them to you later." Madison smiled at him, though he sensed her annoyance.
"Racial Inequality and How the Modern Generation Can Help" read the title of one of the several different articles and papers Alec had received from Madison later that same day. He had not had the chance to go over them deeply for a week or so but now, on the other side of his latest essay, had a second. He was already skeptical but put his reservations aside, trying not to fall into the stereotype of 'uneducated racist whiteboy' that Madison was throwing at him more and more regularly nowadays. He opened up the first, a published article by Elias Hooker. He began, skimming through the paper.
"One of the greatest allies to the fight for true racial equality and justice is the next generation. Those who are more critical of the existing power structures and have the mind and fire to drive the movement forward."
Alec rolled his eyes. So that was why Madison was so taken. This article was just designed to praise and stroke the egos of politically active college students. Sure, it had a few interesting points regarding the huge inequality that remained despite alleged legal equality. Yet so much seemed to be fan service to the students of today. He remained unimpressed but carried on with the others.
"The White Supremacist Structures Which Remain Today"
"How Real Racial Justice Can Be Found"
"The Benefits of Interracial Pornography For The White Mind"
Alec had been skim-reading most of them, not gaining much of an appreciation for anything other than where Madison was getting all her new ideas and terminology from. These papers were largely fluff, nothing of real substance but quite provocative that was for sure. Yet that last title just seemed too outrageous to ignore.
"The many benefits of the recent surge in interracial pornography could not be listed in a single paper. So instead I will be focusing on the positive impact it has on the 'white mind'. I will be exploring some of the effects and how these are not just a good thing for the Movement but for the psychological health of the white watching.
Interracial pornography can have wonderful effects on the average white mind. Here, the positive impact can be seen in the acceptance of interracial pairs, the slowly crumbling bastion of prejudice within both white females and males, and more focused effects according to gender. Exposure to interracial content aids in accepting the new reality of modern relationships. White women can be slowly liberated from the oppressive ideas that they 'belong' to white men. The act of seeing a black male become intimate with a woman like them can help free them from the notion of white ownership. White women no longer have to be with lesser males purely out of a racist idea of racial purity. They are free to indulge in real sex and interracial porn helps women discover this. On the flip side, the same idea of ownership is being crushed within the white males who consume interracial. They are not only bearing witness to 'their' woman being taken and pleasured by another but are also receiving pleasure from this surrender. The rapid rise of more kink-specific aspects of this can be seen in the likes of cuckolding. This can be a deeply effective tool for destroying subconscious racism within white males. Not only that, but the addictive nature of pornography can often hook both white males and females, leading them down a path to true allyship. Yet, a subject for another day. "
"So, if you seek to help erase the white supremacist structures within our society and white minds, then I highly recommend indulging in interracial porn. Throw on some Blacked, pull those pants down, and enjoy. Enjoy the pleasure, enjoy the mental health benefits, and enjoy helping to destroy racism."
Alec rubbed and shook his head, amazed someone had the nerve to write this sort of stuff. 'Jack off to interracial or you're racist' seemed to be the argument. Wild. Though it did make him wonder if Madison had listened to it. She seemed to have taken everything else onboard from this nonsense. His mind conjured the image of his best friend in her bed, slowly slipping down to her panties as she pulled her laptop close. Her bra struggled to contain her tits as one hand stroked up her soft, curvy body to free them. Alec blinked a couple of times, noticing he was sporting a hard-on.
He sat on the lawn outside the social studies building, waiting for Madison as he idly scrolled his phone. Alec kept it close to his chest though as the plain reality was, his TikTok and Instagram feeds were mostly full of thirst traps, bikini pics, and girls twerking. Alec barely noticed his friend approaching as he watched an alt-goth girl with pale skin, black bangs, and a fat ass bounce it up and down, pulling a face as she did.
"Morning perv!" Madison declared, dropping herself down beside Alec and grinning. He quickly closed his phone and smiled at her, a little guilty.
"Hey, Madi. How was class?" He tried. Truth be told, he wasn't sure if she had caught him or was just teasing him.
"It was honestly amazing. We've been getting into some deeper stuff now we are later into it. Everyone is just so switched on and into it as well. We want to be there." Madison responded with genuine enthusiasm in her voice.
"That's good to hear." Alec grinned, playing with the grass a little. "Everyone in my classes just runs for the door the second we're done. If they even show up." He chuckled a little.
"Because you study fucking finance! It's so dull!" She giggled before switching to a slightly more serious look. "By the way, did you get a chance to read those articles I sent to you?"
"That was subtle." Alec snorted, but Madison's expected face made him concede. "Yeah, yeah. I read through them this weekend." Alec swallowed, recalling how crude some of them were.
"Well, what did you think?" Madison asked, keenly watching him. Alec shifted, taking in a breath before offering an apologetic look.
"Honestly? Most didn't seem to say much. Sure, sure, there was some food for thought in there. But it seemed so focused on encouraging political action as opposed to actually making you question why you are taking action." He half expected her to call him a racist for not liking her papers but she seemed to take what he said calmly.
"Oh yeah, I agree." Madison nodded.
"You do?"
"Yeah." Madison seemed to think for a second. "I think that is kind of the point. I've reread them a few times now and I agree. I think there designed to be easily accessible and fire you up, to get you out there. It's a good thing, I think. No?"
"Of course, be active. But yeah, I didn't find much too many of them." Alec said, a little relieved his friend hadn't nailed him to the wall about the subject.
"What about the one which talks about the good watching interracial porn can do? Did you like that?" Madison asked it so casually Alec almost responded without pause. Almost. He opened his mouth before shooting her a look. Both were confused, shocked, and a little embarrassed. "What? Did you not read that one?"
"No, I-I read it," Alec said, still a little stunned she'd brought it up with such ease. "I, do you want to talk about that? Seemed a little... You know."
"Oh my God, you are so repressed." Madison laughed, "It's just porn, Alec. Not even if it's a porn paper, grow up." She tilted her head and laughed slightly. "You'll watch some chick wearing nothing but a thong and twerking on your phone in public but won't talk about an academic paper with your best friend of like forever because it talks about porn?"
So she had seen what he was watching. Alec blushed a little but shrugged. "I don't know. It made sense in theory. Exposure to that sort of content would probably help if you were racist. But I don't think many racists are watching interracial."
"You'd be surprised," Madison muttered coyly, quickly bringing out her phone.
"Huh?"
"Nothing." She replied, looking back at him, intense interest on her face now. Did her lips get bigger? Maybe the makeup she was wearing. "Do you watch interracial?" Alec shot her a look. "What? I thought we were being grown-ups about this." She retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"No, not really." Alec sighed.
"So, you're a racist?" Madison said flatly. Alec looked at her shocked and a little angry.
"What!? No, how could you say that?"
"You implied only racists don't watch it, right? And you don't watch it. So..." She shrugged. Despite how ridiculous it sounded, she seemed serious.
"Madi, I am not racist okay? I think you know that." Alec said, trying to defend himself.
"I don't know that. You may not be some MAGA, American flag-waving Rep douche, Alec but you don't seem like much of an ally either."
"You can't be serious?" Alec was stunned, that the one friend he'd had for his whole life was being like this.
"Tell you what, if you want to help prove to me you aren't some racist whiteboy I shouldn't ever speak with again? I want you to help my friend with her paper. The porn paper more specifically." Alec was trying to follow but his confusion must have been clear. "A classmate, Sarina, wrote that paper. But, as you say. It is more of a theory than anything. I am helping her but I want you to give us a hand too."
"How? I don't know anything about the course content." Alec offered genuinely.
"Nothing like that. I would like you to help see if there is any validity to her idea. That interracial porn can help a racist white male overcome internal prejudice." Madison stared at him intently, leaning a little closer to him. Alec, despite himself and the craziness of the situation, enjoyed having her this close to him.
"You want me to..." Alec trailed off, swallowing hard. Madison nodded slowly, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Watch some interracial porn for us. For, a week? I don't need to know all the details. Just, make some notes on how you feel. How you see white women and black men after, if you enjoyed it if you would watch more. Could you do that for me?" She was almost close enough to kiss and Alec could only nod nervously, even as a part of his brain yelled at him for being such a pushover. "Amazing!" Madi said, standing up and breaking the spell she had cast for a second. "Start tonight! Sarina and I want to see where this leads and you could offer a completely new perspective. Thanks, Alec. I knew you were an ally deep down." And before he even knew what had gone on, she had jogged off, ass swaying as she did.
"What the fuck..."
"Don't forget xoxo" Alec read Madison's text as he shifted in his bed. His entire day had been spent stressing about their conversation. How had it spiraled out of control so quickly? How could she have called him racist? Just because he didn't jack off to interracial? Porn was about self-insert pleasure, right? That was why there was so much POV stuff. Being the 'guy' and getting to have the girl. A little hard when the guy was a six-foot-five black stud and you were a five-eight skinny white dude. Alec sighed. Maybe he was prejudiced though? He had never watched an interracial video before. Perhaps there was some truth to it? Was there some internal racism that didn't want to see black men with white women?
'Fuck it.' He thought to himself. Alec made sure his door was closed before stripping down to his underwear. He had smooth, pale legs in contrast to the tight pair of black boxers he wore. He'd never had facial hair and his chest was free of any whisps too. He kept his pubic hair neat and short, a small attempt to make his modest size seem a little larger. Grabbing his laptop, Alec quickly flipped it open. He read through the paper that Madison was helping on once more. Was it crazy? It seemed pretty extreme. Yet something drove him forward. Some part of him told him to just try it out. For his friendship with Madison if nothing else. So he typed it in.
'Porn Blacked'
He'd heard of Blacked before of course. Their videos made it to the homepage of most porn sites pretty regularly. But he had never lingered long. Now he was confronted with their catalogue. Dozens of thumbnails of stunningly beautiful women with black lovers, all captured in surprisingly cinematic shots. He scrolled for a little, feeling a nervous knot in his stomach. Was this the alleged internal racism demanding he not watch it? It was strange, exciting almost. Like watching porn for the first time again. Alec soon found a full video for free, 'Blacked Squad Goals'. Three perfect-looking brunettes coupled with two rather good-looking black guys. The intro played, scene after scene of white women pleasing black men before cutting to their logo and a sensual voice over "Blacked.com..." Alec shifted, tugging down his underwear and revealing his rather slim and small cock. He was barely four and a half inches when hard and it had been the cause of a lot of confidence issues. Yet he was already semi-hard his cock wasn't as bothered by the idea of watching interracial as he was. So he wrapped his slender fingers around and began to idly tug as he skipped the boring setup to the video and went straight for the action. He had jumped just far enough for the girls to pull down the guy's pants and reveal their massive black members. Their plump limps kiss and spread for the meaty cocks in front of them. The outfits highlighted their bubble butts and they giggled excitedly as they gave two male actors their attention. Alec was a little surprised. Sure, they were pornstars but the guys were just so... Big. Thick as much as long. He watched, quickly becoming enraptured as the girls slowly started to suck off the thick black cocks before them. Alec's hand was already gripping his cock tight and tugging faster. He felt a pang of jealousy as he watched such hung and well-built studs enjoy the attention of the girls. Perhaps his status as a virgin fueled the slight anger, or maybe this was what Madison had been talking about.
"Ahhh..." Alec moaned softly, watching the girls deepthroat the men before them with an eagerness he'd not seen much in porn before. He was only a few minutes in but could feel how stiff his cock was becoming. His slender inches were already slick as his head leaked pre. His small, tight white balls were already starting to shift, already wanting to spill their load. Alec thought back to the papers he had read. The racism, the inequality, the positive effect of interracial porn. Was watching these white girls fuck black men helping? His white cock twitched as he pumped it and he let out another soft moan. "Uhhhh..." He wasn't a racist, what white man who was would jerk off to watching black men fuck our woman right? 'Our woman' Alec pondered on his internal choice of wording. Maybe there was something - "Oh fuck.." Alec was pulled from any musings as he realized how close was already to cumming. He had only been touching himself for five minutes or so yet he could feel that familiar sensation. Not wanting to miss the good part, he skipped to the end, building himself up for the cumshot. It cut to two of the girls getting fucked in missionary, the third encouraging them to enjoy the dark cock which was pumping in and out of them. Alec spend up his jerking, a crude and weak imitation of the pumping on screen as his small cock fucked his fist. Alec had overestimated his stamina however and could feel himself slip past the point of no return before the girls got on their knees for some facials. "Uhh, oh shit!" Alec grunted, surprised at how powerful and quick his orgasm had come. His body jerked slightly, the sensation sharp and causing him to suck in another breathy moan. His cock spurted a few ropey shots onto his lower stomach as Alec kept moaning, surprised at his vocalness. His legs twitched and kicked slightly, his toes curled and he tossed his head back in delight. Like a live wire had been plugged into him. It felt amazing! It was like an orgasm but times ten.
Breathy, Alec gazed down at himself. Several sticky lines of cum were splattered across his crotch and stomach, as more dribbled weakly from his already deflating manhood. The video on his laptop continued to play. The three girls were eagerly getting low to receive their reward now. The male actors presented their thick black manhoods, stroking them as they let out deep grunts. Alec watched as the girls giggled and gleefully opened their mouths, playing with one another as they took the loads. He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his pale cock and that of the ones the girls fawned over. The video faded out and Alec lay still, recovering. A lot was running through his mind. A mix of emotions battled inside his head. There was a lot to process. But what he did know was that this Blacked video had just helped give him the most incredible orgasm he could remember. Maybe Madison and her friend Sarina were onto something.
He had another week to explore that idea.
Chapter 2 - Sarina
Alec shook his hair out, water flying in all directions as he turned the shower off and stepped out. He ran a hand through his dark, damp locks, glancing at himself in the mirror. His lithe, smooth, and blue-eyed figure stared back. Frowning in dissatisfaction at something he couldn't quite place, his hands idly fell to his soft, pale manhood as fingers tugged at it lightly as if to try and make it seem bigger. As if he could fool himself into having the confidence having a big one might bring.
Quickly leaving himself alone, Alec grabbed a towel and continued getting ready it had been a little over a week since he had indulged in Madison's requests, since he had experienced one of the most amazing orgasms he'd ever had. Since that first time watched Blacked it had left him trembling, lightheaded, and full of difficult emotions. Some of the thoughts it had brought to mind while watching, were the questions and proposed answers the paper claimed about such content. It had all been a little much and Alec had considered simply texting Madison and calling off this 'research' experiment after all it was not like jerking off to porn and pondering those feelings was legitimate science anyway. Yet, he feared the fallout, she had threatened to remove him from her life over his alleged racism and even seemed serious about it. Pulling out, as it were, didn't seem like an option, besides, Alec couldn't deny that Madison and her writer friend, Sarina, might have a point about the hidden prejudice, he had felt something like jealousy, a pang or outcry as he had felt some sort of 'ownership' or claim to the white girls he watched, something he had never wondered or experienced when watching regular porn. Alec didn't think he was biased but it had given him pause and at the end of the day he was only human, right? A young one, coming into his sexual prime so it only seemed natural to listen to the base, primal part of his brain which told him one thing, Interracial made him cum hard, so watch more. So, he told himself, for the sake of his friendship and science, he would watch more.
"Blacked.com..." The sultry voice called once again.
Alec had been sitting on his bed, the night after his first experience. His laptop pulled close and another Blacked video was playing, the video, 'BLACKED, two Curvy College Students Crave BBC' was the title. It seemed fitting, he mused, he didn't skip the setup this time around though, hoping to enjoy it for at least a little longer. Two blonde white girls were getting dressed, the voice-over laying the basic work. The new pledge has to prove herself to the sorority, blah blah blah. Cliché plots, even if the porn itself was something unique, quickly though, the good stuff started. One of the girls went upstairs, closely followed by her huge, well-built co-star. Within moments, she was dropping to her knees aggressively pulling down his pants to reveal the thick black cock beneath. Alec had honestly thought that was how his college experience would go. That he would be able to free himself from the quiet, unassumed high school persona he had and become a 'somebody', childish, perhaps, at the very least he had been banking on running into some slutty girl who was going wild with the newfound freedom of college life and wouldn't care about who she fucked, yet, that had not happened either. It didn't help that the blonde porn actress was dressed up as the All-American sweetheart slut, with A short white skirt, varsity jacket and platinum blonde hair falling down her back.
Alec watched the stark contrast of the beautiful blonde and her dark, handsome partner, his black skin seemed to make her look even more white and only highlight how hung he was. Wet-sucking sounds played from the laptop speakers as the blonde on the screen began to deepthroat the fat dick before her. Alec was already stroking and inadvertently biting his lip as pleasure coursed through him, that odd feeling came back though, that pang of, anger, jealousy perhaps? Was there a part of him that was annoyed at what he saw as well as aroused? It was not simply the desire to be where the black star was, enjoying the girl's lips and attention but rather that he, a black man got to enjoy it while Alec, a white man didn't, was there some, deep-rooted urge to protect this woman?
"Fuck..." Groaned Alec, his thoughts disrupted as the scene switched back to the four, both girls and both guys. He looked on hungrily as they slipped out of their provocative outfits, teasing and kissing one another to put on a display for the two black men their expressions not unlike Alec's lust-filled look. But unlike Alec, they would soon enjoy these girls truly and not just from behind a screen. Once more, the scene cut, both girls now kneeling before their studs. The way the camera was positioned hid any sight of the BBC's they we worshipping and a table also obscured much of their asses from view. Alec couldn't help but moan as he watched the two blondes bob their heads up and down in the laps of their ebony co-stars. The sight of these two stunning blondes worshipping the black cocks before them may have had Alec's mind twisted and confused, but his small white cock had no such concern and was rock hard, slick with his pre-cum already as his tight fist pumped quicker, and quicker as the scene changed once more, he sighed a breathy moan.
"Uhhng, shit..." He murmured, unable to stop himself as he felt his orgasm build. He was barely six minutes into the video and was already about to spurt his load. The video before him now showed a much more intermate view, shot as though halfway up the male actor's chest. One of the blondes eagerly throats his slick black manhood. It was thick and dark, at such odds with the pale face before it. Her mouth was stretched wide with effort but her eyes were alight with enjoyment. Once again a cold spike of jealousy pierced his mind. Alec had never once felt the wet warmth of a white girl's mouth around his cock. He had never once known the pleasure of a pair of soft lips kissing his sack, or the gentle touch her hand might make along his inner thigh. He had never heard the slight intake of breath as she took him in her mouth. Instead, his cock had to settle for his slim fingers and tight fist. Instead of the wet 'fap, fap, fap' sounds of his frantic jerking filled the room along with the grunts of the black pornstars as they were sucked off by the blondes.
It all filled his mind, the slight anger, the unfairness of it. How these black men were able to enjoy such beautiful girls because nature had gifted them their size. "Uhmmmm!" Alec mewled, his thoughts lost as it happened again, that rush of excitement. A live wire seemed to be plugged into his balls as his orgasm came rushing up prematurely his cock twitching and bouncing as his fingers danced along its length, eagerly milking his seed. He had not made it past the blowjob part of the shortened video his legs stretched out as he shuddered in delight feeling his slim little cock shoot its load, one strand shooting across his bare, smooth chest before two more weakly jumped out, covering his crotch in cum. Alec rode the wave of his orgasm, the scene before him unfolding still as he breathed deeply, panting and still tugging weakly at his cock. It was so foreign compared to the thick, ebony dicks on screen, slick with the spit and adoration of two perfect blondes.
His second session had only seemed to unearth more confusing, even concerning thoughts and ideas. Alec tried not to dwell on them too much in his post-nut haze, perhaps Madison's friend was really onto something.
So Alec would play along with the request, he would continue to watch more interracial porn and each time, each orgasm he found himself a little more disturbed by the feelings it trigger in him. Both the concerning ideas of anger and jealousy that seemed to be building in him as well as the insane pleasure which came with every load shot to the sight of white woman pleasing fat black cock. It preyed on his mind throughout his lectures the rest of the week, A small worming doubt suggested that maybe Madison and her friend weren't just spouting nonsense or using provocative titles for unbiased bullshit, perhaps there was some truth in it. He struggled to keep focused on his assignments, often becoming lost in his thoughts and skipping study groups or his usual library routine.
'Can you come by Belle's today?' Madison texted him, shortly after Alec had got changed.
'Sure' He replied, happy to have her reach out. She had been ghosting him all week. Brushing off any messages and always avoiding him on campus. Alec had not pushed it either, a little unsure where they stood now. It had felt strange, knowing that Madison knew he was off jerking to interracial, even if it was at her request. Even if it was for her friend's project. 'Now?' He added.
'15? 'Madison responded'
'Can do.'
Around twenty minutes later, Alec pushed open the doors to Belle. A local institution styling itself as the classic American diner, serving all-day breakfast and good coffee. He spotted Madison over in one of the far booths, another girl with her and her back to Alec. He gave a small wave and headed over.
"Hey, perv!" Madison greeted, smiling wide and winking at him. "Alec, Sarina. Sarina, Alec!" she gestured to the other girl in the booth who turned to look up at him. She was short, blonde with stunning blue eyes and soft features. Her pale skin was the complexion of snow and her flowery, belted sundress clung to her petite figure. She turned a tight-lipped smile at Alec and despite Madison's enthusiasm, he could sense a tension in the air. He shot Madi a sidewise look but she didn't seem to notice.
"Hey, nice to meet you." Alec tried, holding out his hand and trying a half smile.
"A pleasure, Alec," Sarina responded, her words had a pleasant if mysterious accent to them. "Won't you join us?"
"Course." He nodded, sliding in next to Madison. An older woman came up to the table, notepad in hand.
"Anything for you, handsome?" She asked Alec, offering a friendly grin.
"Just coffee, thanks. Pot is good."
"I got you." She replied before disappearing. With her gone, there was an awkward air in the booth. Alec looked between the two girls, raising an eyebrow. Sarina gazed at Madison, who in turn, seemed to be looking anywhere but at the blonde.
"Is this some kind of setup?" Alec asked, laughing forcibly to try and break the tension. "What-er, what's going on?"
"I fear Madison has wasted your time," Sarina spoke, her voice flat but edged with a little anger. "I understand she shared with you my paper, yes? My private, in-progress paper that I do not want to be spread at the moment." Her eyes flared with annoyance.
"Ah," Alec replied flatly, beginning to understand.
"You sent it to me for notes!" Madison tried to defend herself quickly. "I didn't mean to send it to Alec with the others but once done, I figured he could provide a fresh perspective." She held up her hands as if to show her innocence. Sarina sneered back at her.
"Bullshit." She turned her attention to Alec, the attitude disappearing and being replaced by a polite, if tired expression. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could delete the paper from your hard drive. It is, as you probably know, a little incendiary."
"I mean, of course, I can. I guess I just, well..." Alec turned to Madison who seemed to sense what he was about to say, and nodded. "Madison didn't just ask me to read the paper though. She said you were after help too."
"Did she now?" Sarina bit off the words, eyes narrowing at Madi.
"But! Tell her about our agreement, Alec. You did do what I asked, right?" Madison quickly jumped in, smiling in the face of Sarina's irritation. A curious look fell across the blonde's face as she glanced at Alec.
"Agreement?"
"Well..." Alec started, feeling his cheeks redden slightly. "Madison told me you need help to prove the theory you were laying out in the paper, right? And.." He tried to think carefully to not sound like a complete pushover. " She suggested that I explore the ideas in the paper via, you know..." Alec inclined his head, hoping to get his point across. Sarina's expression remained blank however and Madison was enjoying how he squirmed and was not jumping to his aid. "I... I indulged in exploring the content to see if there was any validity to your ideas," he spoke, diplomatically. It was surprisingly hard, admitting he had spent to the last week blowing his loads to Blacked to two girls, one his best friend and the other a stranger.
"Ahh, I see," Sarina said, light dawning in her eyes as she understood what Alec had been driving at. "Well, that is, unexpected news." She said, her face unreadable now.
"Is it not a good thing? A real sample?" Madison spoke, eagerness clear as she stared intently at Sarina. Sarina seemed to consider this for a second.
"Did you like it?" She asked directly, her eyes pinning Alec to his seat.
"I-I err" Alec opened his mouth and closed it again. On a base level, sure he did. It felt amazing! Yet it seemed to trigger some parts of him, awakening something that he hadn't been thinking about before. "It's complicated.." He settled on.
"Not really. Did you like it or not?" Sarina countered straight away, tilting her head. "Did you climax while watching it?" Alec turned even more red and tried looking to Madison for help but she only raised her hands as if in surrender.
"I am not super comfortable talking about this... Here." Alec sought a way out of this. Sarina looked at Madison and then smiled slowly.
"Yes. I see. Not a problem." Sarina mused, quickly pulling her phone out.
"Come on, Alec. Don't be so repressed, remember?" Madison said, hungry for details. She pulled at his arm slightly, looking over to Sarina eagerly. It felt as though she was trying to offer him up as some sacrifice.
"It is fine, Madison," Sarina spoke, raising a hand at her friend and smiling over at Alec. "I am deeply curious about your experiences, however. Regardless of whether you would like to continue to help with this little project of mine, I would suggest we have a private discussion sometime. I could help make things, less complicated. If you like. If not, I ask again to please delete the paper." Sarina offered. Madison looked a little crestfallen and as though she was about to say something but remained silent.
"Uhmm, sure," Alec said, blinking and shrugging slightly.
Sarina smiled and bowed her head ever so little. "Wonderful. Here is my number. Call me sometime and we can have a chat. Madison, we will catch up later about it. You know." And with that, Sarina slipped out of the booth and waved goodbye. Alec was surprised as she turned and walked away, her small figure was hiding a very round and perfect-looking bubble butt which pushed out her dress, leaving it swaying around her upper thighs when she stood. He glanced at Madison and sensed he'd upset her some.
"Well..." He started before she gestured for him to move.
"Sorry, Alec. I've gotta run. We'll talk later, promise." Madison said, her expression distracted and a little annoyed. She quickly set off after Sarina, leaving Alec by himself in the booth.
"Got that coffee for you, hun." The waitress had returned, setting down a large cup filled with delicious-smelling coffee. "Like it dark huh?"
"What?" Alec started, blushing as he looked at the waitress, worry written across his face. Did she overhear? Did she somehow understand what they had been discussing?
"The coffee. Just black?" She replied, slightly confused.
"Oh. Right.." Alec muttered, feeling stupid. "Yeah, this is good. Thanks."
"I am glad you called me, Alec," Sarina said, leading him through the hallways of the upper parts of the campus library. The oldest building in the college and an impressive one at that. A large central circle made up the main reading space with a glass dome providing plenty of natural light. Three other blocks ran off and Sarina was leading him down the eastern one. He had decided to call her later the next day, genuinely curious as to how she wrote such a paper and how she got her insight.
"Well, I had some questions I guess," Alec murmured in response, trying not to look at Sarina's ass too much. She was wearing a pair of very tight-fit jeans and a white blouse. The form-fitting blue material hugged her round ass and seemed to keep it pert and tempting.
"Understandable. Madison gave me some context for your situation. I think we have a lot to talk about."
"How much, exactly did she tell you?" Alec asked, wondering if Madison had dubbed him some sort of racist to Sarina.
"The sort of stuff you might not want me to be talking about here." Sarina mused as several other students walked past, chatting loudly to one another. Alec took her point and remained silent till they arrived somewhere more private. Sarina found a secluded study nook in a far corner, overlooking the main quad. She settled down and quickly began pulling out papers and notes from her bag. A laptop followed and within a few moments, she looked over at Alec and flashed her perfect white teeth. "Lets begin shall we?"
"Where do you want to start?" Alec said, toying with the pen and notepad he had brought.
"How about the beginning? What did you make of my paper? Thoughts?" Sarina asked.
"It had a very catching title," Alec said with a small smile. "I was curious as to see what sort of stuff you'd come up with to explain it." He realized that seemed a little disrespectful but Sarina only inclined her head for him to carry on. "So, I read it. I thought it was a little far-fetched. To say the least. The idea that, you know. Masturbating to interracial is going to cure people of racism. As if it's some sort of therapy. It just didn't seem to be based on much."
"Because it is not." Sarina responded calmly, "It is based on several personal thoughts, experiences, and a handful of anecdotal accounts. I'm afraid I can't afford to buy a think tank to explore the premise fully." She laughed slightly, a pleasant sound and Alec found himself laughing with her. It was a little much to demand a bunch of peer-reviewed studies on a college paper he supposed. "But that doesn't make it false. Just lacks concrete evidence. For now." She added with a grin. "Madison told me you had some reluctance to discuss it because she believes you harbor some deep-rooted prejudices. Do you?"
Alec scoffed slightly. "I am here, no? Besides, Madison can be a bit of a drama queen."
"So you believe you are without racial biases or prejudice?"
"I mean, not completely. Who is? A lot of it is subconscious, right? But I am not racist, no."
Sarina was typing at her laptop intently as Alec spoke, only stopping to consider something in her mind or ask another question. "Madison also told me she asked you to help with this project for a week. So did you, indulge yourself for that whole week?"
Alec sucked in a breath, trying to let go of the embarrassment of discussing his masturbation habits with a rather beautiful girl whom he barely knew. "Yes, I did. But she was being pretty unreasonable about it." Alec quickly justified. "She got it in her mind that if I didn't I was racist and she couldn't be friends with a racist. So yes, I agreed to do it."
"Could you not have lied? Just said you did it?" Sarina asked, glancing over at him with a curious look. No judgment was present, just a genuine desire to peer into his psyche.
"I-" Alec paused, he had not considered it. "I guess so. It didn't seem like the right thing to do though. Plus, Madi can tell when I lie."
"Back to my question from yesterday then. Did you enjoy it? Masturbating to interracial." Sarina asked, as casually as someone might ask if you enjoyed a recent movie. Despite her easy tone, a small smile tugged at her lips and Alec squirmed slightly.
"Like I said yesterday. It's complicated." He offered. Sarina simply gazed at him, letting his need to fill the silence bring out the answers he was reluctant to himself. "Yes, yes I enjoyed that I, you know." Alec looked at her, feeling the heat in his cheeks build with embarrassment. "In the base level of it made me finish, okay? But there was other stuff too."
"Before we touch on the 'other stuff', I just have to ask. Why are you afraid to admit that you enjoy interracial?" Sarina spoke. "You seem to be searching for some sort of, outlet, an excuse as to why you watched it and enjoyed it. I just want you to know you don't have to. There is zero judgment from me, Alec." He considered her words.
"It's just, talking about this sort of stuff. I don't know, feels..."
"I understand. I do. But relieve yourself of any presumed burden of politeness. Please." Sarina nodded at him to continue. "This other stuff then. What is it?"
"Maybe it was from the paper. Of, thinking about it through that lens but, I guess I found myself-" Alec stopped, pondering the right words. He was surprised at how easy it was to open up to Sarina. Her soft, stunning features and gently accented words soothed his anxious mind. "Feeling and thinking stuff I haven't before. I can't explain it properly."
"Such as?" She probed gently.
"I guess, jealously maybe?" Alec offered his face strained, feeling like a loser for saying he was jealous of a pornstar. "A little angry perhaps?"
Sarina nodded slowly. "I won't presume too much at this stage, Alec but it sounds like I was at least somewhat right about the idea of 'white ownership'. You felt some sort of right to the white woman you watched. A base, tribal instinct that tells you that they are yours by the crude idea of racial purity alone. Anger at the black male for dispossessing you of what you consider yours, even if it is subconsciously."
Alec was a little stunned by this comment. Could that be it? The simple 'us vs them' mindset applied to porn. But the contrast was one of the things which had made him hard. The pleasant visual of dark, ebony skin burying into pink, white flesh. He shook his head clear of the thought.
"I would like to explore that more but not today. I just want to focus on you for now." Sarina offered. "We'll move on. Did you masturbate every day? Multiple times a day?"
"Just once. Once every day I mean." Alec swallowed, glancing around. Still trying to rid himself of the idea he secretly claimed all white women. Then why did seeing them with black men make him cum so hard?
"Is that how much you typically masturbate?" Sarina asked, the small smile returning.
"Yeah, mostly." He managed back, dragging himself back to their conversation.
"What sort of content do you normally pleasure yourself to?"
Alec bit his lip nervously. "I don't watch traditional porn much. I.." He wondered how he could say it without sounding like a weird pervert. "I mostly enjoy like, twerk videos or TikTok stuff." He ran a hand through his hair, breathing deep and tapping his pen on the table. It was all becoming a little much.
"Could you show me?" Sarina asked, her curiosity clear.
"What? Now?" Alec asked, surprised.
"If you wouldn't mind. Like I've said, Alec. Don't presume some sort of repressed politeness upon me. I am a very open, sexually liberated woman. And I would like you to show me, please." Sarina spoke so calmly, her voice soft. Her classically beautiful face seemed at odds with the very modern words she spoke.
"Sure." Alec pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened TikTok. He slid it across to Sarina who glanced at the screen with a flat expression. Her delicate nails dragged along the screen, swiping by video after video of online thots and thirst traps. Huge asses bouncing and twerking to the latest hits. Perfect round sets of massive tits trying on bikini hauls and bouncing to heavy beats. He hovered his hand close, eager to pull his phone back to safety. Sarina nodded slowly.
"Interesting. very interesting. And you typically masturbate to this?" She asked, a new light in her blue eyes which made Alec shift.
"Yeah, pretty much just that sort of stuff."
The two continued to talk for some time, Sarina asking a few more questions about his normal masturbation habits, the time of a typical session, if he often jerked more than once a day, and more. Alec was still struggling with the idea of being so open about such subjects but it became easier. Though it felt physically exhausting to delve into it with Sarina.
"I think we can stop there for today." She concluded, typing a few final words into her laptop before closing it and smiling broadly across the table at Alec. "I know it isn't easy to talk so freely about these sorts of things. So I appreciate it, truly." Sarina leaned forward and touched his hand, smiling softly at him. "I won't lie, Alec. I would deeply love to continue this line of study with you. No more just thinking about the porn you watch like Madison asked and that be that. She meant well but to gather proper evidence to support my theory, we need to do this my way. You are the perfect case study to pair with my other subject. The average young, white American male." She was visibly trying to contain the excitement she felt and Alec couldn't help but be a little unsettled by how eager she was.
"Can you help me with this, Alec?"
Swallowing, he felt the same voice he had in his head when Madison had manipulated him into trying this out to begin with. The one who called him a weak-willed loser for allowing these pretty girls to twist him into stuff he didn't want to do. The voice he never seemed to listen to.
"Yeah, sure." He managed, smiling back at Sarina. She was breathtaking.
"Amazing!" She said, grinning wide. "I will email you some paperwork. I can use this session to establish your baseline and we'll work from there. This is so exciting! To have a whiteboy willingly engage with this!" Alec's face scrunched into a questioning look, a little unsure of what she meant by that. Sarina was already grabbing her bag and heading off though, turning around to look at him with her perfect smile as she left.
"Oh and remember. Keep on indulging in Blacked, yeah!"
Alec sunk into his chair, turning around and praying there was no one there to hear her parting words.
Quickly leaving himself alone, Alec grabbed a towel and continued getting ready it had been a little over a week since he had indulged in Madison's requests, since he had experienced one of the most amazing orgasms he'd ever had. Since that first time watched Blacked it had left him trembling, lightheaded, and full of difficult emotions. Some of the thoughts it had brought to mind while watching, were the questions and proposed answers the paper claimed about such content. It had all been a little much and Alec had considered simply texting Madison and calling off this 'research' experiment after all it was not like jerking off to porn and pondering those feelings was legitimate science anyway. Yet, he feared the fallout, she had threatened to remove him from her life over his alleged racism and even seemed serious about it. Pulling out, as it were, didn't seem like an option, besides, Alec couldn't deny that Madison and her writer friend, Sarina, might have a point about the hidden prejudice, he had felt something like jealousy, a pang or outcry as he had felt some sort of 'ownership' or claim to the white girls he watched, something he had never wondered or experienced when watching regular porn. Alec didn't think he was biased but it had given him pause and at the end of the day he was only human, right? A young one, coming into his sexual prime so it only seemed natural to listen to the base, primal part of his brain which told him one thing, Interracial made him cum hard, so watch more. So, he told himself, for the sake of his friendship and science, he would watch more.
"Blacked.com..." The sultry voice called once again.
Alec had been sitting on his bed, the night after his first experience. His laptop pulled close and another Blacked video was playing, the video, 'BLACKED, two Curvy College Students Crave BBC' was the title. It seemed fitting, he mused, he didn't skip the setup this time around though, hoping to enjoy it for at least a little longer. Two blonde white girls were getting dressed, the voice-over laying the basic work. The new pledge has to prove herself to the sorority, blah blah blah. Cliché plots, even if the porn itself was something unique, quickly though, the good stuff started. One of the girls went upstairs, closely followed by her huge, well-built co-star. Within moments, she was dropping to her knees aggressively pulling down his pants to reveal the thick black cock beneath. Alec had honestly thought that was how his college experience would go. That he would be able to free himself from the quiet, unassumed high school persona he had and become a 'somebody', childish, perhaps, at the very least he had been banking on running into some slutty girl who was going wild with the newfound freedom of college life and wouldn't care about who she fucked, yet, that had not happened either. It didn't help that the blonde porn actress was dressed up as the All-American sweetheart slut, with A short white skirt, varsity jacket and platinum blonde hair falling down her back.
Alec watched the stark contrast of the beautiful blonde and her dark, handsome partner, his black skin seemed to make her look even more white and only highlight how hung he was. Wet-sucking sounds played from the laptop speakers as the blonde on the screen began to deepthroat the fat dick before her. Alec was already stroking and inadvertently biting his lip as pleasure coursed through him, that odd feeling came back though, that pang of, anger, jealousy perhaps? Was there a part of him that was annoyed at what he saw as well as aroused? It was not simply the desire to be where the black star was, enjoying the girl's lips and attention but rather that he, a black man got to enjoy it while Alec, a white man didn't, was there some, deep-rooted urge to protect this woman?
"Fuck..." Groaned Alec, his thoughts disrupted as the scene switched back to the four, both girls and both guys. He looked on hungrily as they slipped out of their provocative outfits, teasing and kissing one another to put on a display for the two black men their expressions not unlike Alec's lust-filled look. But unlike Alec, they would soon enjoy these girls truly and not just from behind a screen. Once more, the scene cut, both girls now kneeling before their studs. The way the camera was positioned hid any sight of the BBC's they we worshipping and a table also obscured much of their asses from view. Alec couldn't help but moan as he watched the two blondes bob their heads up and down in the laps of their ebony co-stars. The sight of these two stunning blondes worshipping the black cocks before them may have had Alec's mind twisted and confused, but his small white cock had no such concern and was rock hard, slick with his pre-cum already as his tight fist pumped quicker, and quicker as the scene changed once more, he sighed a breathy moan.
"Uhhng, shit..." He murmured, unable to stop himself as he felt his orgasm build. He was barely six minutes into the video and was already about to spurt his load. The video before him now showed a much more intermate view, shot as though halfway up the male actor's chest. One of the blondes eagerly throats his slick black manhood. It was thick and dark, at such odds with the pale face before it. Her mouth was stretched wide with effort but her eyes were alight with enjoyment. Once again a cold spike of jealousy pierced his mind. Alec had never once felt the wet warmth of a white girl's mouth around his cock. He had never once known the pleasure of a pair of soft lips kissing his sack, or the gentle touch her hand might make along his inner thigh. He had never heard the slight intake of breath as she took him in her mouth. Instead, his cock had to settle for his slim fingers and tight fist. Instead of the wet 'fap, fap, fap' sounds of his frantic jerking filled the room along with the grunts of the black pornstars as they were sucked off by the blondes.
It all filled his mind, the slight anger, the unfairness of it. How these black men were able to enjoy such beautiful girls because nature had gifted them their size. "Uhmmmm!" Alec mewled, his thoughts lost as it happened again, that rush of excitement. A live wire seemed to be plugged into his balls as his orgasm came rushing up prematurely his cock twitching and bouncing as his fingers danced along its length, eagerly milking his seed. He had not made it past the blowjob part of the shortened video his legs stretched out as he shuddered in delight feeling his slim little cock shoot its load, one strand shooting across his bare, smooth chest before two more weakly jumped out, covering his crotch in cum. Alec rode the wave of his orgasm, the scene before him unfolding still as he breathed deeply, panting and still tugging weakly at his cock. It was so foreign compared to the thick, ebony dicks on screen, slick with the spit and adoration of two perfect blondes.
His second session had only seemed to unearth more confusing, even concerning thoughts and ideas. Alec tried not to dwell on them too much in his post-nut haze, perhaps Madison's friend was really onto something.
So Alec would play along with the request, he would continue to watch more interracial porn and each time, each orgasm he found himself a little more disturbed by the feelings it trigger in him. Both the concerning ideas of anger and jealousy that seemed to be building in him as well as the insane pleasure which came with every load shot to the sight of white woman pleasing fat black cock. It preyed on his mind throughout his lectures the rest of the week, A small worming doubt suggested that maybe Madison and her friend weren't just spouting nonsense or using provocative titles for unbiased bullshit, perhaps there was some truth in it. He struggled to keep focused on his assignments, often becoming lost in his thoughts and skipping study groups or his usual library routine.
'Can you come by Belle's today?' Madison texted him, shortly after Alec had got changed.
'Sure' He replied, happy to have her reach out. She had been ghosting him all week. Brushing off any messages and always avoiding him on campus. Alec had not pushed it either, a little unsure where they stood now. It had felt strange, knowing that Madison knew he was off jerking to interracial, even if it was at her request. Even if it was for her friend's project. 'Now?' He added.
'15? 'Madison responded'
'Can do.'
Around twenty minutes later, Alec pushed open the doors to Belle. A local institution styling itself as the classic American diner, serving all-day breakfast and good coffee. He spotted Madison over in one of the far booths, another girl with her and her back to Alec. He gave a small wave and headed over.
"Hey, perv!" Madison greeted, smiling wide and winking at him. "Alec, Sarina. Sarina, Alec!" she gestured to the other girl in the booth who turned to look up at him. She was short, blonde with stunning blue eyes and soft features. Her pale skin was the complexion of snow and her flowery, belted sundress clung to her petite figure. She turned a tight-lipped smile at Alec and despite Madison's enthusiasm, he could sense a tension in the air. He shot Madi a sidewise look but she didn't seem to notice.
"Hey, nice to meet you." Alec tried, holding out his hand and trying a half smile.
"A pleasure, Alec," Sarina responded, her words had a pleasant if mysterious accent to them. "Won't you join us?"
"Course." He nodded, sliding in next to Madison. An older woman came up to the table, notepad in hand.
"Anything for you, handsome?" She asked Alec, offering a friendly grin.
"Just coffee, thanks. Pot is good."
"I got you." She replied before disappearing. With her gone, there was an awkward air in the booth. Alec looked between the two girls, raising an eyebrow. Sarina gazed at Madison, who in turn, seemed to be looking anywhere but at the blonde.
"Is this some kind of setup?" Alec asked, laughing forcibly to try and break the tension. "What-er, what's going on?"
"I fear Madison has wasted your time," Sarina spoke, her voice flat but edged with a little anger. "I understand she shared with you my paper, yes? My private, in-progress paper that I do not want to be spread at the moment." Her eyes flared with annoyance.
"Ah," Alec replied flatly, beginning to understand.
"You sent it to me for notes!" Madison tried to defend herself quickly. "I didn't mean to send it to Alec with the others but once done, I figured he could provide a fresh perspective." She held up her hands as if to show her innocence. Sarina sneered back at her.
"Bullshit." She turned her attention to Alec, the attitude disappearing and being replaced by a polite, if tired expression. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could delete the paper from your hard drive. It is, as you probably know, a little incendiary."
"I mean, of course, I can. I guess I just, well..." Alec turned to Madison who seemed to sense what he was about to say, and nodded. "Madison didn't just ask me to read the paper though. She said you were after help too."
"Did she now?" Sarina bit off the words, eyes narrowing at Madi.
"But! Tell her about our agreement, Alec. You did do what I asked, right?" Madison quickly jumped in, smiling in the face of Sarina's irritation. A curious look fell across the blonde's face as she glanced at Alec.
"Agreement?"
"Well..." Alec started, feeling his cheeks redden slightly. "Madison told me you need help to prove the theory you were laying out in the paper, right? And.." He tried to think carefully to not sound like a complete pushover. " She suggested that I explore the ideas in the paper via, you know..." Alec inclined his head, hoping to get his point across. Sarina's expression remained blank however and Madison was enjoying how he squirmed and was not jumping to his aid. "I... I indulged in exploring the content to see if there was any validity to your ideas," he spoke, diplomatically. It was surprisingly hard, admitting he had spent to the last week blowing his loads to Blacked to two girls, one his best friend and the other a stranger.
"Ahh, I see," Sarina said, light dawning in her eyes as she understood what Alec had been driving at. "Well, that is, unexpected news." She said, her face unreadable now.
"Is it not a good thing? A real sample?" Madison spoke, eagerness clear as she stared intently at Sarina. Sarina seemed to consider this for a second.
"Did you like it?" She asked directly, her eyes pinning Alec to his seat.
"I-I err" Alec opened his mouth and closed it again. On a base level, sure he did. It felt amazing! Yet it seemed to trigger some parts of him, awakening something that he hadn't been thinking about before. "It's complicated.." He settled on.
"Not really. Did you like it or not?" Sarina countered straight away, tilting her head. "Did you climax while watching it?" Alec turned even more red and tried looking to Madison for help but she only raised her hands as if in surrender.
"I am not super comfortable talking about this... Here." Alec sought a way out of this. Sarina looked at Madison and then smiled slowly.
"Yes. I see. Not a problem." Sarina mused, quickly pulling her phone out.
"Come on, Alec. Don't be so repressed, remember?" Madison said, hungry for details. She pulled at his arm slightly, looking over to Sarina eagerly. It felt as though she was trying to offer him up as some sacrifice.
"It is fine, Madison," Sarina spoke, raising a hand at her friend and smiling over at Alec. "I am deeply curious about your experiences, however. Regardless of whether you would like to continue to help with this little project of mine, I would suggest we have a private discussion sometime. I could help make things, less complicated. If you like. If not, I ask again to please delete the paper." Sarina offered. Madison looked a little crestfallen and as though she was about to say something but remained silent.
"Uhmm, sure," Alec said, blinking and shrugging slightly.
Sarina smiled and bowed her head ever so little. "Wonderful. Here is my number. Call me sometime and we can have a chat. Madison, we will catch up later about it. You know." And with that, Sarina slipped out of the booth and waved goodbye. Alec was surprised as she turned and walked away, her small figure was hiding a very round and perfect-looking bubble butt which pushed out her dress, leaving it swaying around her upper thighs when she stood. He glanced at Madison and sensed he'd upset her some.
"Well..." He started before she gestured for him to move.
"Sorry, Alec. I've gotta run. We'll talk later, promise." Madison said, her expression distracted and a little annoyed. She quickly set off after Sarina, leaving Alec by himself in the booth.
"Got that coffee for you, hun." The waitress had returned, setting down a large cup filled with delicious-smelling coffee. "Like it dark huh?"
"What?" Alec started, blushing as he looked at the waitress, worry written across his face. Did she overhear? Did she somehow understand what they had been discussing?
"The coffee. Just black?" She replied, slightly confused.
"Oh. Right.." Alec muttered, feeling stupid. "Yeah, this is good. Thanks."
"I am glad you called me, Alec," Sarina said, leading him through the hallways of the upper parts of the campus library. The oldest building in the college and an impressive one at that. A large central circle made up the main reading space with a glass dome providing plenty of natural light. Three other blocks ran off and Sarina was leading him down the eastern one. He had decided to call her later the next day, genuinely curious as to how she wrote such a paper and how she got her insight.
"Well, I had some questions I guess," Alec murmured in response, trying not to look at Sarina's ass too much. She was wearing a pair of very tight-fit jeans and a white blouse. The form-fitting blue material hugged her round ass and seemed to keep it pert and tempting.
"Understandable. Madison gave me some context for your situation. I think we have a lot to talk about."
"How much, exactly did she tell you?" Alec asked, wondering if Madison had dubbed him some sort of racist to Sarina.
"The sort of stuff you might not want me to be talking about here." Sarina mused as several other students walked past, chatting loudly to one another. Alec took her point and remained silent till they arrived somewhere more private. Sarina found a secluded study nook in a far corner, overlooking the main quad. She settled down and quickly began pulling out papers and notes from her bag. A laptop followed and within a few moments, she looked over at Alec and flashed her perfect white teeth. "Lets begin shall we?"
"Where do you want to start?" Alec said, toying with the pen and notepad he had brought.
"How about the beginning? What did you make of my paper? Thoughts?" Sarina asked.
"It had a very catching title," Alec said with a small smile. "I was curious as to see what sort of stuff you'd come up with to explain it." He realized that seemed a little disrespectful but Sarina only inclined her head for him to carry on. "So, I read it. I thought it was a little far-fetched. To say the least. The idea that, you know. Masturbating to interracial is going to cure people of racism. As if it's some sort of therapy. It just didn't seem to be based on much."
"Because it is not." Sarina responded calmly, "It is based on several personal thoughts, experiences, and a handful of anecdotal accounts. I'm afraid I can't afford to buy a think tank to explore the premise fully." She laughed slightly, a pleasant sound and Alec found himself laughing with her. It was a little much to demand a bunch of peer-reviewed studies on a college paper he supposed. "But that doesn't make it false. Just lacks concrete evidence. For now." She added with a grin. "Madison told me you had some reluctance to discuss it because she believes you harbor some deep-rooted prejudices. Do you?"
Alec scoffed slightly. "I am here, no? Besides, Madison can be a bit of a drama queen."
"So you believe you are without racial biases or prejudice?"
"I mean, not completely. Who is? A lot of it is subconscious, right? But I am not racist, no."
Sarina was typing at her laptop intently as Alec spoke, only stopping to consider something in her mind or ask another question. "Madison also told me she asked you to help with this project for a week. So did you, indulge yourself for that whole week?"
Alec sucked in a breath, trying to let go of the embarrassment of discussing his masturbation habits with a rather beautiful girl whom he barely knew. "Yes, I did. But she was being pretty unreasonable about it." Alec quickly justified. "She got it in her mind that if I didn't I was racist and she couldn't be friends with a racist. So yes, I agreed to do it."
"Could you not have lied? Just said you did it?" Sarina asked, glancing over at him with a curious look. No judgment was present, just a genuine desire to peer into his psyche.
"I-" Alec paused, he had not considered it. "I guess so. It didn't seem like the right thing to do though. Plus, Madi can tell when I lie."
"Back to my question from yesterday then. Did you enjoy it? Masturbating to interracial." Sarina asked, as casually as someone might ask if you enjoyed a recent movie. Despite her easy tone, a small smile tugged at her lips and Alec squirmed slightly.
"Like I said yesterday. It's complicated." He offered. Sarina simply gazed at him, letting his need to fill the silence bring out the answers he was reluctant to himself. "Yes, yes I enjoyed that I, you know." Alec looked at her, feeling the heat in his cheeks build with embarrassment. "In the base level of it made me finish, okay? But there was other stuff too."
"Before we touch on the 'other stuff', I just have to ask. Why are you afraid to admit that you enjoy interracial?" Sarina spoke. "You seem to be searching for some sort of, outlet, an excuse as to why you watched it and enjoyed it. I just want you to know you don't have to. There is zero judgment from me, Alec." He considered her words.
"It's just, talking about this sort of stuff. I don't know, feels..."
"I understand. I do. But relieve yourself of any presumed burden of politeness. Please." Sarina nodded at him to continue. "This other stuff then. What is it?"
"Maybe it was from the paper. Of, thinking about it through that lens but, I guess I found myself-" Alec stopped, pondering the right words. He was surprised at how easy it was to open up to Sarina. Her soft, stunning features and gently accented words soothed his anxious mind. "Feeling and thinking stuff I haven't before. I can't explain it properly."
"Such as?" She probed gently.
"I guess, jealously maybe?" Alec offered his face strained, feeling like a loser for saying he was jealous of a pornstar. "A little angry perhaps?"
Sarina nodded slowly. "I won't presume too much at this stage, Alec but it sounds like I was at least somewhat right about the idea of 'white ownership'. You felt some sort of right to the white woman you watched. A base, tribal instinct that tells you that they are yours by the crude idea of racial purity alone. Anger at the black male for dispossessing you of what you consider yours, even if it is subconsciously."
Alec was a little stunned by this comment. Could that be it? The simple 'us vs them' mindset applied to porn. But the contrast was one of the things which had made him hard. The pleasant visual of dark, ebony skin burying into pink, white flesh. He shook his head clear of the thought.
"I would like to explore that more but not today. I just want to focus on you for now." Sarina offered. "We'll move on. Did you masturbate every day? Multiple times a day?"
"Just once. Once every day I mean." Alec swallowed, glancing around. Still trying to rid himself of the idea he secretly claimed all white women. Then why did seeing them with black men make him cum so hard?
"Is that how much you typically masturbate?" Sarina asked, the small smile returning.
"Yeah, mostly." He managed back, dragging himself back to their conversation.
"What sort of content do you normally pleasure yourself to?"
Alec bit his lip nervously. "I don't watch traditional porn much. I.." He wondered how he could say it without sounding like a weird pervert. "I mostly enjoy like, twerk videos or TikTok stuff." He ran a hand through his hair, breathing deep and tapping his pen on the table. It was all becoming a little much.
"Could you show me?" Sarina asked, her curiosity clear.
"What? Now?" Alec asked, surprised.
"If you wouldn't mind. Like I've said, Alec. Don't presume some sort of repressed politeness upon me. I am a very open, sexually liberated woman. And I would like you to show me, please." Sarina spoke so calmly, her voice soft. Her classically beautiful face seemed at odds with the very modern words she spoke.
"Sure." Alec pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened TikTok. He slid it across to Sarina who glanced at the screen with a flat expression. Her delicate nails dragged along the screen, swiping by video after video of online thots and thirst traps. Huge asses bouncing and twerking to the latest hits. Perfect round sets of massive tits trying on bikini hauls and bouncing to heavy beats. He hovered his hand close, eager to pull his phone back to safety. Sarina nodded slowly.
"Interesting. very interesting. And you typically masturbate to this?" She asked, a new light in her blue eyes which made Alec shift.
"Yeah, pretty much just that sort of stuff."
The two continued to talk for some time, Sarina asking a few more questions about his normal masturbation habits, the time of a typical session, if he often jerked more than once a day, and more. Alec was still struggling with the idea of being so open about such subjects but it became easier. Though it felt physically exhausting to delve into it with Sarina.
"I think we can stop there for today." She concluded, typing a few final words into her laptop before closing it and smiling broadly across the table at Alec. "I know it isn't easy to talk so freely about these sorts of things. So I appreciate it, truly." Sarina leaned forward and touched his hand, smiling softly at him. "I won't lie, Alec. I would deeply love to continue this line of study with you. No more just thinking about the porn you watch like Madison asked and that be that. She meant well but to gather proper evidence to support my theory, we need to do this my way. You are the perfect case study to pair with my other subject. The average young, white American male." She was visibly trying to contain the excitement she felt and Alec couldn't help but be a little unsettled by how eager she was.
"Can you help me with this, Alec?"
Swallowing, he felt the same voice he had in his head when Madison had manipulated him into trying this out to begin with. The one who called him a weak-willed loser for allowing these pretty girls to twist him into stuff he didn't want to do. The voice he never seemed to listen to.
"Yeah, sure." He managed, smiling back at Sarina. She was breathtaking.
"Amazing!" She said, grinning wide. "I will email you some paperwork. I can use this session to establish your baseline and we'll work from there. This is so exciting! To have a whiteboy willingly engage with this!" Alec's face scrunched into a questioning look, a little unsure of what she meant by that. Sarina was already grabbing her bag and heading off though, turning around to look at him with her perfect smile as she left.
"Oh and remember. Keep on indulging in Blacked, yeah!"
Alec sunk into his chair, turning around and praying there was no one there to hear her parting words.
Chapter 3 - "Statistics don't lie"
Later in the evening the same day that Sarina had first questioned him, Alec received an email from her. He had been thinking upon their chat since it had finished. Thoughts and questions swirling around his mind. Had watching interracial effected him? Or had it pulled up sub-conscious ideas he already believed without thinking about them? Did he secretly covet white woman and want them to stay clear of black men? Of course not! That would be ridiculous. Racist even. And he wasn't, right? He couldn't deny the strange stabs of jealous anger he had felt when watching Blacked though. Despite its potent ability to leave him weak and reeling after every session watching it. It all left him deeply confused, conflicted and a little afraid.
His phone pinged as he sat, lost in thought at his desk. Glancing at it he saw Sarina had emailed him.
Hey Alec,
I think our first session today went great! I'd love to keep doing research with you, if you'll help me. I've attached a form you can fill out. It will just be a helpful reference for anything we discover and provide some context. Do let me know if you have any questions.
Or if you don't want to help, just let me know, okay?
Loving,
Sarina x
He lingered on her sign off, perhaps reading too deeply into it, if just for a moment. Alec then opened the attached PDF and quickly scan his eyes across it. It seemed simple enough. His name, age, height, other physical details. One thing that caught his eye was 'genital size(when unaroused)' and 'genital size(when fully hard)'. He wasn't sure he could bring himself to let Sarina know he wasn't exactly hung. Or the importance of his dick size to her paper. Skipping past, he observed the background section of the form. Where he was from, details about his parents, if he had any siblings, the wealth they had and more. Alec was a little taken aback by the detail it was asking for. Another rather intimate detail it requested was his sexual history. If he remained a virgin. Alec could not really picture himself admitting he had not had sex with a girl yet to anyone really, let alone someone like Sarina. He quickly text her.
"Heya. Reading the form you sent me. Some it is pretty personal..." She text back nearly instantly.
"It's important Alec! Your background, upbringing all inform you as a person."
Alec frowned. He conceded the point but still replied with "I get that, but the physical details? Is that important?"
"Yes. Very. Don't worry, it's all confidential. No one will review the form apart from me. It's just reference material for me when discussing our progress."
Alec considered her message for several seconds. He knew what she meant. Yet it made it no easier to part with his personal secrets. He jumped slightly as his phone started to buzz. Sarina's name on screen as she called him.
"Heya" Alec said, quickly answering and leaning back in his chair.
"Alec, don't worry." Sarina's voice was calm and straight to business. " I know some of the questions are a little personal, but hopefully you've noticed those sort of details don't faze me. I am only interested in researching the truth, not shaming you."
"Shaming me?" Alec scoffed a little, "I didn't thin-"
"I assumed you were concerned about me exposing a lack luster sexual history? Or lack of one at all. Or you being, 'little'." Sarina interrupted, talking as though she were chatting about her groceries. "Again, none of which interest me beyond the implications to my study. So your college rep is safe, okay. You think of me so lowly that I would spread information you shared privately to help me?"
Alec could feel the heat in his cheeks as Sarina spoke. She had hit the nail on the head but he wasn't going to let her know that out right. Yet her guilt tripping worked a charm and he quickly found himself on the backfoot. "What? No of course not! I just wanted to be sure it, you know.. That it was private."
Sarina laughed, her honeyed voice bringing a smile to Alec's face without him even registering it. "Yes, sweet Alec. It will be private. Not a soul will know beyond us. Okay? Are you fears averted?"
"I suppose." Alec murmured, feeling like he had somehow lost this little discussion without really knowing what they were fighting for.
"Who's a good boy?" Sarina cooed, mockingly. She laughed once more before her tone changed. "Ohh, on that note. I have you first proper research test. I'll send you a link now!"
Alec's eyebrows raised as he took his phone away from his ear to look at the link Sarina had just sent. It was a porn link. 'BLACKED first Interracial Foursome For Elsa Jean And Zoey Monroe'.
"I want you to watch it-" Sarina began, her voice still soft but with an eagerness pulling at it.
"What, right now?" Alec blurted, his heartbeat starting to race, an excited, nervous knot forming in his stomach at the idea of watching the scene while on the phone with Sarina.
"Oh, so eager!" Sarina held back a laugh, ignoring Alec's feeble attempts to deny it. "Perhaps another time though, Alec. As wonderful as the idea of hearing you climax to some real sex is, I think I might distract you. And I want you focused on your own thoughts and feelings for now."
Alec felt a burning shame in his cheeks as Sarina spoke. He hadn't meant it like that, had he? No. He was just shocked of course, surprised. Unsure if he should do it now.
"I want you to watch this scene and focus on your feelings. I want you to truly see what is happening before you. Two beautiful, sexually liberated and anti-racist white woman enjoying real sex." As Sarina spoke, Alec could feel his breath catching. Was he really hearing this? Was Sarina actually talking so casually about it? His inner thoughts seemed to help smooth over some of her word choices as Alec only nodded, as if she was there.
"I want you to embrace it. To acknowledge that, though they may be white, that they may be of your race. They are not yours. You do not own them. It is racist to assume they owe your any loyalty. This video will highlight that not only is the black male dispossessing you of your women but that the women want this too. And above all, focus on the pleasure of accepting this brings. Embrace the pleasure that stepping back and observing brings, okay? Oh! And be sure to note which videos you are watching and at which point you achieve climax."
Alec was silent for a second, reeling a little from Sarina's words. She delivered them so naturally. Calmly. As if it were the most normal thing in the world to dissect the mental state a person experiences while watching porn.
"I.. Sure, I can do that.." Alec spoke, his voice sounding dry and the words a little difficult to get out. God he was weak willed. So easily pushed into this bizarre scenario in which a woman was requesting him to ponder his inner thoughts while tugging it to interracial. How had this even come to be?
"Excellent!" Sarina said, the joy in her voice clear. "Be sure to keep it detailed. Write it down after if you have to. I want you to keep doing the same all week, we can catch up next weekend, okay?"
"Sounds good." Alec muttered weakly. Did it? Did being Sarina's little pet project really sound good? Sitting and listening to her spout all that... Alec's thoughts were interrupted as he began to watch the link she'd sent him play out on his phone. Two blondes, petite and beautiful discussing something with one another. Their outfits revealing much of their pale, perfect bodies. It was only the initial set up but he could already feel his cock beginning to stir, already anticipating his desires.
"Well then, I'll leave you to it, Alec. Enjoy!" Sarina spoke, a small giggle escaping her before she hung up. Alec felt a little frustrated with himself. Yet again he had found himself here, so easily manipulated by a little attention. He didn't dwell too long on his own bruised ego however as the scene on his phone was getting good.
Both girls, Elsa and Zoey had been led by their handsome counter-parts into another room. Each black co-star pulled a girl close, their lips meeting each other hungrily. Alec's eyes were already locked onto the screen, his hands quickly tugging down his pants with an eagerness he barely registered. He couldn't deny how good these girls looked, being held close, their whiteness so apt against the dark ebony of the male stars. The contrast was so inviting. Alec glanced around, the lube he usually kept by his bed still there and seemingly so far in this moment. He went old school, using a bit of his saliva on the palm of his hand before grasping his cock. The familiar satisfaction racing through him, though it had seemed a little more intense since this project had started. He recalled Sarina's amused words, the idea of her listening in as he touched himself to this. "Uhhh, fuck.." Alec muttered, his right hand already fapping intently to the make-out session before him. The scene switched though, seeing both Elsa and Zoey lowering themselves before the thick, black cocks before each of them. Alec breathed deep, feeling the pang of jealous anger once more. The size difference between these black men and his own manhood was night and day. Alec was able to hide his entire length within one hand, while the man before Elsa was able to have her throat him and jerk him with plenty of his shaft still demanding attention. Zoey eagerly gagged on her partners cock, her hands grabbing the back of his thighs. A slightly frustrated, breathy moan slipped from Alec as he imagined what it would be like to experience her mouth. To feel those soft lips wrap around his cock, the tight, wet, warmth of her mouth along his dick. Her adoring eyes gazing up at him. But her mouth wasn't around his slim, pale cock. It was busy being stuffed by the massive ebony manhood before her.
The sounds of his desperate masturbation filled Alec's room. Hunched over his desk, pants and underwear bunched around his ankles as his tugged himself to the sight of these blondes serving the big black cocks before them. He tried to think on that jealous feeling which spiked once more, just as Sarina had asked. They didn't belong to him. These girls weren't his to protect because they were white. It was racist to claim them as his own. Pleasure came from watching. Alec could feel his balls tighten and shift in his small sack. He was going to fucking cum already. "No.." Alec cursed himself, feeling hot shame run through him as yet another premature orgasm came rushing up. But he couldn't resist the urge to keep stroking. He couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt when jerking to interracial. Elsa and Zoey were now kneeling before their studs who were laying back, allowing the girls to worship their cocks with eager mouths and hands. Alec bit his lip, trying to hang on. These men were claiming these girls and he had to accept that. These black men were claiming these white girls, and he had to accept that. Sarina's words, encouraging him to break down these primitive ideas of ownership and abandon any racial unity with the girls. Simply embrace the pleasure of watching. A hot, primal shame filled his gut though. While these black men enjoyed the intent attention of the girls, Alec's cock only knew the tightness of his own hand. He couldn't shake the slight humiliation which crept into his mind at the idea. All the while, he was desperately trying to hold his load back and keep going. Alec grunted, allowing himself to slow his jerking a little to try and enjoy the ride. Yet it was not to be.
The scene shifted once more, the girls giggling as they glanced at one another and shifting position. They moved onto all fours, swapping places with their black partners. Both Elsa and Zoey present their round, bubble butts to their studs, being stripped of their underwear. Then it happened. A hard shot of a thick, black cock slowly entering Elsa. Her pussy slowly accepting the dark invader inside her. She gripped his shaft tight and it was simply too much for Alec. "Fuck!" He groaned, feeling his orgasm rush up, triggered by the intimate display before him. His toes curled and Alec shuddered, stretching out his legs awkwardly as his cock twitched, shooting two small ropes of cum into the air and down onto his underwear and the floor. A small stream dribbled from his head as he weakly tugged more, chest heaving as the orgasm faded. It was still as it had been the first time. Intense, all over and giving him a euphoric high he hadn't experienced before he had started watching interracial.
Blinking, Alec breathed deep, sucking in air as the scene continued to play before him. His eyes remained locked onto his phone screen even as his cock went limp, its strength spent on a single orgasm. The girls were moaning softly in delight as they were fucked doggy, their pussy's getting stretched and filled. Alec watched for a few moments longer before feeling some of his cum trickling down onto his smooth thighs.
"Shit.." He murmured, looking around for something to clean himself up with.
"Dude, what the Hell is wrong?" Jensen turned to Alec, gesturing with his controller to the screen. 'Defeat' filled the screen in red lettering. Alec glanced over at his friend and sighed. He'd had an interesting week. Plenty of assignments due and a creeping voice which had been shaming him all week. A small, insidious voice in the back of his head which called him a weak willed loser whenever he indulged in the 'research' for Sarina. Every night he tugged down his underwear and began another session to Blacked, it would whisper and call him a failure of a man. Despite the intense ecstasy he felt when cumming to interracial, the shame post-nut was growing and growing. He couldn't exactly pin why he was ashamed, or perhaps couldn't come to terms with why. It had eaten away at him for the past week and now, it was effecting his free time.
Alec shrugged, tossing aside his controller and running both his hands through his hair with an exhausted expression.
"I don't know man. Just been feeling kinda out of it this week. Overwhelmed." He leaned back into the sofa, eyes staring off into the distance.
"You need any help with assignments or something?" Jensen asked, his normal cocky persona slipping for a second and revealing his softer side. He and Alec had met day one of their introductory lecture and been close since. Jensen was a snarky, wise-ass with a bit of a Napoléon complex. He liked to portray himself as an impossibly cool individual. One who was rather out-spoken about his political views too. Madison often called him a right-wing, incel loser and he referred to her as a woke, liberal bitch. So it seemed odd that they both got on so well with Alec and he with them. Maybe it was their shared passion for classic video games which bridged it for Alec. Or that, despite what he would brag about to others, Jensen was a decent friend and not a complete douche.
Alec raised his eyebrows. He doubted Jensen would approve or be any help to the 'assignment' he was doing with Sarina.
"No, no you're good bro. I've just got a lot going on. It'll be fine in a week or two. Just been doing some extra work with this chick, Sarina. She is very detailed orientated, so it's tough sometimes." Alec laughed, happy to be able to at least air some of his feelings.
"Sarina? Do I know her?" Jensen's face curled in thought. His strawberry blonde hair was slicked back, like a poor Bond villain and he pushed up the round set of wire rimmed glasses he sported. A rather weak mustache clung to his upper lip, something Alec refrained from teasing him about too much. He wasn't even able to grow that truth be told.
"I doubt it. She is a social studies major. Met her through Madi."
Jensen sneered slightly. "Ohh, is she is a complete bitch too?"
"Hey, don't start." Alec shook his head.
"What? I have no idea why you waste your time with that girl. She is the worst."
"Funny, she says the same stuff about you." Alec smirked slightly
"You're just a fucking simp, bro." Jensen retorted. "Just because you put up with all the garbage she spouts doesn't mean she'll let you fuck her. She just likes having you hanging on and licking her ass. She'll never drop her panties for you, man."
Alec slowly turned his head and shot Jensen a look. Silence filled the air between them, thick and uncomfortable.
"Sorry." Jensen offered, knowing he'd crossed a line.
"Whatever. Super glad I came by to get insulted and hangout." Alec tried to joke it off but there was a slightly wounded look in his eye as he forced a smile. As if he needed reminding that Madison only ever seemed to see him as a 'best friend'. He got up, making to leave.
"Come on, I didn't mean it like that." Jensen tried.
"No, no. It's all good. I've got to meet Sarina anyway. Got some study work to do." Alec said. He wanted to talk about the fucking insane situation he'd been sweet talked into but Jensen seemed like the last person who'd be helpful there. He had made his position on interracial and 'race traitors' clear before. Even if he always claimed to be kidding, Alec knew his friend harboured some interesting beliefs.
"You free tomorrow?" Jensen offered.
"Maybe, I'll let you know."
"There he is!" Sarina greeted Alec, standing up from her study desk to embrace him. Her hair was styled in flowing waves around her shoulders, a shortened athletic hoodie exposed her toned midriff and matched with the tight leggings she wore. A pair of fashionable sneakers completed the look.
"Hey, Sarina. You good? Just got back from the gym?" Alec smiled, feeling a few butterflies as he hugged her.
"Oh, you noticed." Sarina smiled broadly before sitting back down again. Alec tried to not stare as just how good her ass looked in the tight material. "I've been going more recently. Girl's gotta stay in shape. You should come some time. Tone up a little."
Alec sat opposite Sarina, laughing a little. "I'm not really a gym guy, you know?"
"Oh I get that. But I'm not saying you've got to hammer out curls all day. Just come blast those glutes with me!" Sarina was already grabbing her laptop from her bag as she spoke, humming happily to herself. She seemed in an especially good mood.
"I'll think about it." Alec shrugged, imaging the view of Sarina squatting in her leggings. It was a pleasant image to say the least.
"Well, to business then?" Sarina replied. "I've read through you little reports. I must say, Alec, there perfect. Exactly the kind of information I need."
Alec smiled dumbly. "Glad you think so. It was a little strange... Writing about that stuff."
Sarina nodded, understanding. Her request for him to detail his post-orgasm thoughts and feelings was about as insane a request as Alec had ever had. But he had come this far. "I know it can feel awkward at first. But I feel like you grew a little more confident with you last two. And your personal details, I appreciate it Alec, really. It helps bring so much more data into context."
Alec felt his face tighten at the mention of the document he'd filled out. Building the courage to actually confess to Sarina about his physical short comings or complete lack of sexual experience, beyond vigorous masturbation. "Yeah, well, it's confidential, right?"
Sarina laughed slightly. "Yes! For the tenth time, it won't go beyond me. Have a little faith." She smiled, shaking her head slightly. "Right well, I want to say a few things of note. First off, this 'shame' you describe in all your reports. Where do you believe it stems from?"
Alec had been wondering this for a week now. He had some ideas but didn't exactly want to air them, even to Sarina. "I, I honestly don't know. Maybe to do with the ownership thing? My sub-conscious is still caught up on seeing that."
Sarina seemed to consider it for a second. "I disagree. I believe this shame is more basic. A more primitive drive then the racial aspect. I think you feel this shame because you are failing as a man." Alec turned red almost instantly, opening his mouth the protest the insult but Sarina continued, rolling over him. "Before you whine about it! It's not an insult. Let me explain. A basic biological drive for men is to reproduce via sex. It drives so much of what you idiots do. In this scenario though, you are expressing that sexual need, that drive through masturbation to quell the desire. However I am asking you to consider your position in this scene. Which is highlighting that, while you are unable to secure a mate to impregnate, another male is. You are watching other males fore fill their basic masculine drive. To fuck, basically. While you are not. This shame is spawned from being more aware of your situation. See what I mean?"
Alec remained silent for a second, trying to process everything she said. "I, I know what you mean, I think." He said slowly.
"See, I am not calling you a loser, Alec. You're great! But in the purely sexual, basic instinct driven world. You would be considered one which is why, when stripped back to thinking about things in this exchange of power, you feel shame." Sarina smiled across the table at him. "Don't feel bad! I'm actually super excited because this leads onto my next topic. Statistics!"
Alec was most defiantly feeling like a loser in that exact moment. Sarina seemed genuine in her words, but it didn't make the blow any less personal. She had basically said 'You only fuck your hand, Alec, so if we were back to basics you'd be a total loser.' "Statistics?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't you know it. It's not even your fault really, here." Sarina spun her laptop around to sit between them and she leant forward. On the screen were several different PDF files which had been opened, each with highly detailed breakdowns of various line graphs and flow charts. She gestured to one. "Here. The number of white males aged eighteen to twenty-five who remain virgins sits at sixty-four percent. Over half!" Sarina seemed delighted by the news, yet Alec frowned. Surely that couldn't be right? Over half of all white guys his age hadn't ever had sex? "So, this seems to be a trend for males in your demographic. You're hardly alone." Sarina spoke, matter-factly. As if that made it better.
"Where did you even get these?" Alec protested, reading several of the other papers quickly.
"My professor. She works with this research group. I want to intern with them so badly." Sarina chatted. She was so at ease discussing such subjects it threw Alec for a loop every time. "Another thing I think it great is your experience is tracked on here. For example, you reportedly experienced premature orgasms while watching, right? Well, look here." She pointed to another graph. Alec wanted to defend himself. Premature seemed a little extreme. Quicker than normal, sure but hardly premature. He gazed at the paper, reading aloud.
"The study concludes that roughly forty-three percent of white males aged eighteen to twenty-eight are classified as 'premature ejaculators'. Unable to deal with sexual simulations beyond five minutes. This is an increase of twenty percent in the same amount of years." he paused.
"See!" Sarina said, triumphantly. "This tracks with your experience. Almost half of white boys struggle with premature ejaculation."
"Hang on." Alec interrupted, feeling the sting of his pride and the need to defend himself a little. "I wouldn't say I am premature. Sure, I finished quicker when watching, you know."
"Blacked?" Sarina suggested, a little smug.
Alec paused, sighing. "Yes. That. But we talked about it before. Normally, I am way above five minutes!"
"That actually brings me to my next point." Sarina said, not put out by Alec's words. "You traditionally consumed this sort of content, correct?" She quickly tabbed into another file, pulling up a collection of videos. They were all Tiktoks or reels from Instagram depicting girls of various appearances either twerking, bouncing their tits or other suggestive things. Alec watched, his spark of defiance flickered in the face is the fat, juicy asses now shaking in front of him.
"Yeah, and?" He said, trying to maintain a sense of control.
"Well, I imagined you noticed that none of them are naked. I believe you've kind of programmed yourself. You've learnt to climax to non-nude women. You have been finishing to what most real men would consider teasing, or foreplay at best. And now that you are watching such intense, intimate displays of sex, your struggling to contain your sensitivity to it." Sarina finished, clearly a little pleased with her theory. Alec for his part remained silent for a second, thinking it through.
"What I might suggest, Alec. Is that you don't watch interracial for the next week or so. We'll pause that study. You return to, this" She waved vaguely at the the blonde girl on screen who was doing a bikini haul, her massive tits spilling out of every tiny piece of clothing she tried. "We can see if you return to 'normal' with your orgasm times with the change in content, or potentially we've added you the percent of white boys who just cum too quick. I'd be interested to see if interracial has perhaps triggered some sort of survival gene in you. A desperate need to ejaculate quickly in the face of competitors, perhaps. Or a sign of surrender, if you will." Sarina mused, gears in her head turning. Alec was too shocked to reply, blinking rapidly. He was having trouble tracking all that she was saying.
"This, this is a lot. I don't know how much of this is actually science." Alec spoke slowly, pulling his eyes away from the screen to look back at Sarina.
"Oh, of course, it must be a lot to take in all at once. I didn't mean to dump it all. I am just so excited to explore these theories!" She beamed, the light in her eye giving Alec a slightly unsettled feeling. "What I'll do is send you these studies. Read them. Take your time. Go back to masturbating as normal. No more Blacked, unless you need it of course." She smirked for a second before her face returned to normal. "We can go over this again next week. I'll have calmed down, you'll know the content. How about it?" She leaned over, touching his arm, even as a pair of girls on her laptop screen shook their clearly fake asses in tight leggings to a hiphop beat.
Alec was reeling but only nodded. The small voice in the back of his head returning, scolding him once more.
"Yeah, okay." was all he managed, his eyes gazing back into Sarina's cold, blue eyes. They glinted with a terrifying light which made Alec's stomach tighten. What had he gotten himself into now?
(Just a small aside to say thank you once more to everyone who's read and reacted to the story so far. I love hearing your ideas and imaginings for this project and hopefully, it continues to be an enjoyable read for you all. )
His phone pinged as he sat, lost in thought at his desk. Glancing at it he saw Sarina had emailed him.
Hey Alec,
I think our first session today went great! I'd love to keep doing research with you, if you'll help me. I've attached a form you can fill out. It will just be a helpful reference for anything we discover and provide some context. Do let me know if you have any questions.
Or if you don't want to help, just let me know, okay?
Loving,
Sarina x
He lingered on her sign off, perhaps reading too deeply into it, if just for a moment. Alec then opened the attached PDF and quickly scan his eyes across it. It seemed simple enough. His name, age, height, other physical details. One thing that caught his eye was 'genital size(when unaroused)' and 'genital size(when fully hard)'. He wasn't sure he could bring himself to let Sarina know he wasn't exactly hung. Or the importance of his dick size to her paper. Skipping past, he observed the background section of the form. Where he was from, details about his parents, if he had any siblings, the wealth they had and more. Alec was a little taken aback by the detail it was asking for. Another rather intimate detail it requested was his sexual history. If he remained a virgin. Alec could not really picture himself admitting he had not had sex with a girl yet to anyone really, let alone someone like Sarina. He quickly text her.
"Heya. Reading the form you sent me. Some it is pretty personal..." She text back nearly instantly.
"It's important Alec! Your background, upbringing all inform you as a person."
Alec frowned. He conceded the point but still replied with "I get that, but the physical details? Is that important?"
"Yes. Very. Don't worry, it's all confidential. No one will review the form apart from me. It's just reference material for me when discussing our progress."
Alec considered her message for several seconds. He knew what she meant. Yet it made it no easier to part with his personal secrets. He jumped slightly as his phone started to buzz. Sarina's name on screen as she called him.
"Heya" Alec said, quickly answering and leaning back in his chair.
"Alec, don't worry." Sarina's voice was calm and straight to business. " I know some of the questions are a little personal, but hopefully you've noticed those sort of details don't faze me. I am only interested in researching the truth, not shaming you."
"Shaming me?" Alec scoffed a little, "I didn't thin-"
"I assumed you were concerned about me exposing a lack luster sexual history? Or lack of one at all. Or you being, 'little'." Sarina interrupted, talking as though she were chatting about her groceries. "Again, none of which interest me beyond the implications to my study. So your college rep is safe, okay. You think of me so lowly that I would spread information you shared privately to help me?"
Alec could feel the heat in his cheeks as Sarina spoke. She had hit the nail on the head but he wasn't going to let her know that out right. Yet her guilt tripping worked a charm and he quickly found himself on the backfoot. "What? No of course not! I just wanted to be sure it, you know.. That it was private."
Sarina laughed, her honeyed voice bringing a smile to Alec's face without him even registering it. "Yes, sweet Alec. It will be private. Not a soul will know beyond us. Okay? Are you fears averted?"
"I suppose." Alec murmured, feeling like he had somehow lost this little discussion without really knowing what they were fighting for.
"Who's a good boy?" Sarina cooed, mockingly. She laughed once more before her tone changed. "Ohh, on that note. I have you first proper research test. I'll send you a link now!"
Alec's eyebrows raised as he took his phone away from his ear to look at the link Sarina had just sent. It was a porn link. 'BLACKED first Interracial Foursome For Elsa Jean And Zoey Monroe'.
"I want you to watch it-" Sarina began, her voice still soft but with an eagerness pulling at it.
"What, right now?" Alec blurted, his heartbeat starting to race, an excited, nervous knot forming in his stomach at the idea of watching the scene while on the phone with Sarina.
"Oh, so eager!" Sarina held back a laugh, ignoring Alec's feeble attempts to deny it. "Perhaps another time though, Alec. As wonderful as the idea of hearing you climax to some real sex is, I think I might distract you. And I want you focused on your own thoughts and feelings for now."
Alec felt a burning shame in his cheeks as Sarina spoke. He hadn't meant it like that, had he? No. He was just shocked of course, surprised. Unsure if he should do it now.
"I want you to watch this scene and focus on your feelings. I want you to truly see what is happening before you. Two beautiful, sexually liberated and anti-racist white woman enjoying real sex." As Sarina spoke, Alec could feel his breath catching. Was he really hearing this? Was Sarina actually talking so casually about it? His inner thoughts seemed to help smooth over some of her word choices as Alec only nodded, as if she was there.
"I want you to embrace it. To acknowledge that, though they may be white, that they may be of your race. They are not yours. You do not own them. It is racist to assume they owe your any loyalty. This video will highlight that not only is the black male dispossessing you of your women but that the women want this too. And above all, focus on the pleasure of accepting this brings. Embrace the pleasure that stepping back and observing brings, okay? Oh! And be sure to note which videos you are watching and at which point you achieve climax."
Alec was silent for a second, reeling a little from Sarina's words. She delivered them so naturally. Calmly. As if it were the most normal thing in the world to dissect the mental state a person experiences while watching porn.
"I.. Sure, I can do that.." Alec spoke, his voice sounding dry and the words a little difficult to get out. God he was weak willed. So easily pushed into this bizarre scenario in which a woman was requesting him to ponder his inner thoughts while tugging it to interracial. How had this even come to be?
"Excellent!" Sarina said, the joy in her voice clear. "Be sure to keep it detailed. Write it down after if you have to. I want you to keep doing the same all week, we can catch up next weekend, okay?"
"Sounds good." Alec muttered weakly. Did it? Did being Sarina's little pet project really sound good? Sitting and listening to her spout all that... Alec's thoughts were interrupted as he began to watch the link she'd sent him play out on his phone. Two blondes, petite and beautiful discussing something with one another. Their outfits revealing much of their pale, perfect bodies. It was only the initial set up but he could already feel his cock beginning to stir, already anticipating his desires.
"Well then, I'll leave you to it, Alec. Enjoy!" Sarina spoke, a small giggle escaping her before she hung up. Alec felt a little frustrated with himself. Yet again he had found himself here, so easily manipulated by a little attention. He didn't dwell too long on his own bruised ego however as the scene on his phone was getting good.
Both girls, Elsa and Zoey had been led by their handsome counter-parts into another room. Each black co-star pulled a girl close, their lips meeting each other hungrily. Alec's eyes were already locked onto the screen, his hands quickly tugging down his pants with an eagerness he barely registered. He couldn't deny how good these girls looked, being held close, their whiteness so apt against the dark ebony of the male stars. The contrast was so inviting. Alec glanced around, the lube he usually kept by his bed still there and seemingly so far in this moment. He went old school, using a bit of his saliva on the palm of his hand before grasping his cock. The familiar satisfaction racing through him, though it had seemed a little more intense since this project had started. He recalled Sarina's amused words, the idea of her listening in as he touched himself to this. "Uhhh, fuck.." Alec muttered, his right hand already fapping intently to the make-out session before him. The scene switched though, seeing both Elsa and Zoey lowering themselves before the thick, black cocks before each of them. Alec breathed deep, feeling the pang of jealous anger once more. The size difference between these black men and his own manhood was night and day. Alec was able to hide his entire length within one hand, while the man before Elsa was able to have her throat him and jerk him with plenty of his shaft still demanding attention. Zoey eagerly gagged on her partners cock, her hands grabbing the back of his thighs. A slightly frustrated, breathy moan slipped from Alec as he imagined what it would be like to experience her mouth. To feel those soft lips wrap around his cock, the tight, wet, warmth of her mouth along his dick. Her adoring eyes gazing up at him. But her mouth wasn't around his slim, pale cock. It was busy being stuffed by the massive ebony manhood before her.
The sounds of his desperate masturbation filled Alec's room. Hunched over his desk, pants and underwear bunched around his ankles as his tugged himself to the sight of these blondes serving the big black cocks before them. He tried to think on that jealous feeling which spiked once more, just as Sarina had asked. They didn't belong to him. These girls weren't his to protect because they were white. It was racist to claim them as his own. Pleasure came from watching. Alec could feel his balls tighten and shift in his small sack. He was going to fucking cum already. "No.." Alec cursed himself, feeling hot shame run through him as yet another premature orgasm came rushing up. But he couldn't resist the urge to keep stroking. He couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt when jerking to interracial. Elsa and Zoey were now kneeling before their studs who were laying back, allowing the girls to worship their cocks with eager mouths and hands. Alec bit his lip, trying to hang on. These men were claiming these girls and he had to accept that. These black men were claiming these white girls, and he had to accept that. Sarina's words, encouraging him to break down these primitive ideas of ownership and abandon any racial unity with the girls. Simply embrace the pleasure of watching. A hot, primal shame filled his gut though. While these black men enjoyed the intent attention of the girls, Alec's cock only knew the tightness of his own hand. He couldn't shake the slight humiliation which crept into his mind at the idea. All the while, he was desperately trying to hold his load back and keep going. Alec grunted, allowing himself to slow his jerking a little to try and enjoy the ride. Yet it was not to be.
The scene shifted once more, the girls giggling as they glanced at one another and shifting position. They moved onto all fours, swapping places with their black partners. Both Elsa and Zoey present their round, bubble butts to their studs, being stripped of their underwear. Then it happened. A hard shot of a thick, black cock slowly entering Elsa. Her pussy slowly accepting the dark invader inside her. She gripped his shaft tight and it was simply too much for Alec. "Fuck!" He groaned, feeling his orgasm rush up, triggered by the intimate display before him. His toes curled and Alec shuddered, stretching out his legs awkwardly as his cock twitched, shooting two small ropes of cum into the air and down onto his underwear and the floor. A small stream dribbled from his head as he weakly tugged more, chest heaving as the orgasm faded. It was still as it had been the first time. Intense, all over and giving him a euphoric high he hadn't experienced before he had started watching interracial.
Blinking, Alec breathed deep, sucking in air as the scene continued to play before him. His eyes remained locked onto his phone screen even as his cock went limp, its strength spent on a single orgasm. The girls were moaning softly in delight as they were fucked doggy, their pussy's getting stretched and filled. Alec watched for a few moments longer before feeling some of his cum trickling down onto his smooth thighs.
"Shit.." He murmured, looking around for something to clean himself up with.
"Dude, what the Hell is wrong?" Jensen turned to Alec, gesturing with his controller to the screen. 'Defeat' filled the screen in red lettering. Alec glanced over at his friend and sighed. He'd had an interesting week. Plenty of assignments due and a creeping voice which had been shaming him all week. A small, insidious voice in the back of his head which called him a weak willed loser whenever he indulged in the 'research' for Sarina. Every night he tugged down his underwear and began another session to Blacked, it would whisper and call him a failure of a man. Despite the intense ecstasy he felt when cumming to interracial, the shame post-nut was growing and growing. He couldn't exactly pin why he was ashamed, or perhaps couldn't come to terms with why. It had eaten away at him for the past week and now, it was effecting his free time.
Alec shrugged, tossing aside his controller and running both his hands through his hair with an exhausted expression.
"I don't know man. Just been feeling kinda out of it this week. Overwhelmed." He leaned back into the sofa, eyes staring off into the distance.
"You need any help with assignments or something?" Jensen asked, his normal cocky persona slipping for a second and revealing his softer side. He and Alec had met day one of their introductory lecture and been close since. Jensen was a snarky, wise-ass with a bit of a Napoléon complex. He liked to portray himself as an impossibly cool individual. One who was rather out-spoken about his political views too. Madison often called him a right-wing, incel loser and he referred to her as a woke, liberal bitch. So it seemed odd that they both got on so well with Alec and he with them. Maybe it was their shared passion for classic video games which bridged it for Alec. Or that, despite what he would brag about to others, Jensen was a decent friend and not a complete douche.
Alec raised his eyebrows. He doubted Jensen would approve or be any help to the 'assignment' he was doing with Sarina.
"No, no you're good bro. I've just got a lot going on. It'll be fine in a week or two. Just been doing some extra work with this chick, Sarina. She is very detailed orientated, so it's tough sometimes." Alec laughed, happy to be able to at least air some of his feelings.
"Sarina? Do I know her?" Jensen's face curled in thought. His strawberry blonde hair was slicked back, like a poor Bond villain and he pushed up the round set of wire rimmed glasses he sported. A rather weak mustache clung to his upper lip, something Alec refrained from teasing him about too much. He wasn't even able to grow that truth be told.
"I doubt it. She is a social studies major. Met her through Madi."
Jensen sneered slightly. "Ohh, is she is a complete bitch too?"
"Hey, don't start." Alec shook his head.
"What? I have no idea why you waste your time with that girl. She is the worst."
"Funny, she says the same stuff about you." Alec smirked slightly
"You're just a fucking simp, bro." Jensen retorted. "Just because you put up with all the garbage she spouts doesn't mean she'll let you fuck her. She just likes having you hanging on and licking her ass. She'll never drop her panties for you, man."
Alec slowly turned his head and shot Jensen a look. Silence filled the air between them, thick and uncomfortable.
"Sorry." Jensen offered, knowing he'd crossed a line.
"Whatever. Super glad I came by to get insulted and hangout." Alec tried to joke it off but there was a slightly wounded look in his eye as he forced a smile. As if he needed reminding that Madison only ever seemed to see him as a 'best friend'. He got up, making to leave.
"Come on, I didn't mean it like that." Jensen tried.
"No, no. It's all good. I've got to meet Sarina anyway. Got some study work to do." Alec said. He wanted to talk about the fucking insane situation he'd been sweet talked into but Jensen seemed like the last person who'd be helpful there. He had made his position on interracial and 'race traitors' clear before. Even if he always claimed to be kidding, Alec knew his friend harboured some interesting beliefs.
"You free tomorrow?" Jensen offered.
"Maybe, I'll let you know."
"There he is!" Sarina greeted Alec, standing up from her study desk to embrace him. Her hair was styled in flowing waves around her shoulders, a shortened athletic hoodie exposed her toned midriff and matched with the tight leggings she wore. A pair of fashionable sneakers completed the look.
"Hey, Sarina. You good? Just got back from the gym?" Alec smiled, feeling a few butterflies as he hugged her.
"Oh, you noticed." Sarina smiled broadly before sitting back down again. Alec tried to not stare as just how good her ass looked in the tight material. "I've been going more recently. Girl's gotta stay in shape. You should come some time. Tone up a little."
Alec sat opposite Sarina, laughing a little. "I'm not really a gym guy, you know?"
"Oh I get that. But I'm not saying you've got to hammer out curls all day. Just come blast those glutes with me!" Sarina was already grabbing her laptop from her bag as she spoke, humming happily to herself. She seemed in an especially good mood.
"I'll think about it." Alec shrugged, imaging the view of Sarina squatting in her leggings. It was a pleasant image to say the least.
"Well, to business then?" Sarina replied. "I've read through you little reports. I must say, Alec, there perfect. Exactly the kind of information I need."
Alec smiled dumbly. "Glad you think so. It was a little strange... Writing about that stuff."
Sarina nodded, understanding. Her request for him to detail his post-orgasm thoughts and feelings was about as insane a request as Alec had ever had. But he had come this far. "I know it can feel awkward at first. But I feel like you grew a little more confident with you last two. And your personal details, I appreciate it Alec, really. It helps bring so much more data into context."
Alec felt his face tighten at the mention of the document he'd filled out. Building the courage to actually confess to Sarina about his physical short comings or complete lack of sexual experience, beyond vigorous masturbation. "Yeah, well, it's confidential, right?"
Sarina laughed slightly. "Yes! For the tenth time, it won't go beyond me. Have a little faith." She smiled, shaking her head slightly. "Right well, I want to say a few things of note. First off, this 'shame' you describe in all your reports. Where do you believe it stems from?"
Alec had been wondering this for a week now. He had some ideas but didn't exactly want to air them, even to Sarina. "I, I honestly don't know. Maybe to do with the ownership thing? My sub-conscious is still caught up on seeing that."
Sarina seemed to consider it for a second. "I disagree. I believe this shame is more basic. A more primitive drive then the racial aspect. I think you feel this shame because you are failing as a man." Alec turned red almost instantly, opening his mouth the protest the insult but Sarina continued, rolling over him. "Before you whine about it! It's not an insult. Let me explain. A basic biological drive for men is to reproduce via sex. It drives so much of what you idiots do. In this scenario though, you are expressing that sexual need, that drive through masturbation to quell the desire. However I am asking you to consider your position in this scene. Which is highlighting that, while you are unable to secure a mate to impregnate, another male is. You are watching other males fore fill their basic masculine drive. To fuck, basically. While you are not. This shame is spawned from being more aware of your situation. See what I mean?"
Alec remained silent for a second, trying to process everything she said. "I, I know what you mean, I think." He said slowly.
"See, I am not calling you a loser, Alec. You're great! But in the purely sexual, basic instinct driven world. You would be considered one which is why, when stripped back to thinking about things in this exchange of power, you feel shame." Sarina smiled across the table at him. "Don't feel bad! I'm actually super excited because this leads onto my next topic. Statistics!"
Alec was most defiantly feeling like a loser in that exact moment. Sarina seemed genuine in her words, but it didn't make the blow any less personal. She had basically said 'You only fuck your hand, Alec, so if we were back to basics you'd be a total loser.' "Statistics?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't you know it. It's not even your fault really, here." Sarina spun her laptop around to sit between them and she leant forward. On the screen were several different PDF files which had been opened, each with highly detailed breakdowns of various line graphs and flow charts. She gestured to one. "Here. The number of white males aged eighteen to twenty-five who remain virgins sits at sixty-four percent. Over half!" Sarina seemed delighted by the news, yet Alec frowned. Surely that couldn't be right? Over half of all white guys his age hadn't ever had sex? "So, this seems to be a trend for males in your demographic. You're hardly alone." Sarina spoke, matter-factly. As if that made it better.
"Where did you even get these?" Alec protested, reading several of the other papers quickly.
"My professor. She works with this research group. I want to intern with them so badly." Sarina chatted. She was so at ease discussing such subjects it threw Alec for a loop every time. "Another thing I think it great is your experience is tracked on here. For example, you reportedly experienced premature orgasms while watching, right? Well, look here." She pointed to another graph. Alec wanted to defend himself. Premature seemed a little extreme. Quicker than normal, sure but hardly premature. He gazed at the paper, reading aloud.
"The study concludes that roughly forty-three percent of white males aged eighteen to twenty-eight are classified as 'premature ejaculators'. Unable to deal with sexual simulations beyond five minutes. This is an increase of twenty percent in the same amount of years." he paused.
"See!" Sarina said, triumphantly. "This tracks with your experience. Almost half of white boys struggle with premature ejaculation."
"Hang on." Alec interrupted, feeling the sting of his pride and the need to defend himself a little. "I wouldn't say I am premature. Sure, I finished quicker when watching, you know."
"Blacked?" Sarina suggested, a little smug.
Alec paused, sighing. "Yes. That. But we talked about it before. Normally, I am way above five minutes!"
"That actually brings me to my next point." Sarina said, not put out by Alec's words. "You traditionally consumed this sort of content, correct?" She quickly tabbed into another file, pulling up a collection of videos. They were all Tiktoks or reels from Instagram depicting girls of various appearances either twerking, bouncing their tits or other suggestive things. Alec watched, his spark of defiance flickered in the face is the fat, juicy asses now shaking in front of him.
"Yeah, and?" He said, trying to maintain a sense of control.
"Well, I imagined you noticed that none of them are naked. I believe you've kind of programmed yourself. You've learnt to climax to non-nude women. You have been finishing to what most real men would consider teasing, or foreplay at best. And now that you are watching such intense, intimate displays of sex, your struggling to contain your sensitivity to it." Sarina finished, clearly a little pleased with her theory. Alec for his part remained silent for a second, thinking it through.
"What I might suggest, Alec. Is that you don't watch interracial for the next week or so. We'll pause that study. You return to, this" She waved vaguely at the the blonde girl on screen who was doing a bikini haul, her massive tits spilling out of every tiny piece of clothing she tried. "We can see if you return to 'normal' with your orgasm times with the change in content, or potentially we've added you the percent of white boys who just cum too quick. I'd be interested to see if interracial has perhaps triggered some sort of survival gene in you. A desperate need to ejaculate quickly in the face of competitors, perhaps. Or a sign of surrender, if you will." Sarina mused, gears in her head turning. Alec was too shocked to reply, blinking rapidly. He was having trouble tracking all that she was saying.
"This, this is a lot. I don't know how much of this is actually science." Alec spoke slowly, pulling his eyes away from the screen to look back at Sarina.
"Oh, of course, it must be a lot to take in all at once. I didn't mean to dump it all. I am just so excited to explore these theories!" She beamed, the light in her eye giving Alec a slightly unsettled feeling. "What I'll do is send you these studies. Read them. Take your time. Go back to masturbating as normal. No more Blacked, unless you need it of course." She smirked for a second before her face returned to normal. "We can go over this again next week. I'll have calmed down, you'll know the content. How about it?" She leaned over, touching his arm, even as a pair of girls on her laptop screen shook their clearly fake asses in tight leggings to a hiphop beat.
Alec was reeling but only nodded. The small voice in the back of his head returning, scolding him once more.
"Yeah, okay." was all he managed, his eyes gazing back into Sarina's cold, blue eyes. They glinted with a terrifying light which made Alec's stomach tighten. What had he gotten himself into now?
(Just a small aside to say thank you once more to everyone who's read and reacted to the story so far. I love hearing your ideas and imaginings for this project and hopefully, it continues to be an enjoyable read for you all. )
Chapter 4 - Thots And Thoughts
"This can't be right." Alec muttered to himself, sat cross legged on his bed and peering forward at his laptop. He scanned the files in front of him, his eyes a little red from staring so intently at his screen for the past few hours. Before him were the various files and research papers Sarina had sent over to him, shortly after their session. Alec was struggling to believe a lot of what was being presented but it was laid out in such a way he couldn't poke any holes in its validity. For now anyway. Yet if true, some of the information he was reading was unsettling to say the least, when looked at through the lens of the past few weeks.
"Fertility in white males aged eighteen to thirty is lower than forty-five percent. Contrasted by fertility in African-American males of the same age group being ninety-three percent. Black males have seen no shift in their fertility while white males have experienced a significant drop of almost fifty percent in the past thirty years since the first study was conducted. White female fertility among the same age demographic has seen an increase of thirty-two percent. "
"Average penis size of white males aged eighteen to twenty-five less than five inches when fully erect. Issues with erectile dysfunction are common. Three out of every five volunteers experienced issues achieving an erection. Contrasted by penis size in African-American males, which came to an average of seven-and-half inches. Zero recorded issues with erectile dysfunction."
"Testosterone levels among white males aged eighteen to twenty-eight has plummeted, over fifty-five percent lower than two generations ago. Volunteers' appearances were notably more effeminate compared to black counterparts or white males from previous years study. Lack of facial hair, muscle mass and secondary male characteristics. Conversely female characteristics were noted, with smaller frames and larger hips commonplace. "
And on and on it went. Alec struggled to take in the sheer amount of information being presented, let alone rationalize any of it. He had tried to look into the research group which seemed to be behind most of the studies he had been sent. 'Pan-Afrara' seemed to be publishing the more controversial articles. Alec only found a stripped back website with a few details. A handful of social media profiles of people claiming to work for them. The other papers were published by a group called 'Leer-Baxter' who had a lot more public information available. A think-tank and research group based out of Norway focusing on racial demographics mostly, their most recent work on the shift in Europe as the migrant crisis continued.
Alec thought of Sarina's words and their little project with one another. The link seemed to be her interest in his representation as the 'new white male'. Which, according to these studies was a rather weak, unfit sort of male. He couldn't quell the embarrassment and feeling of shame as he connected the dots. Sarina must think he was like these papers presented. He sat back, clicking his tongue and thinking deeply. There was a lot to take in. And he didn't have to watch interracial for at least a week. Alec hoped steering clear of it might avoid the small voice which filled him with shame every time. The whispering crease in his mind which told it was wrong to watch and get off to black men fucking white girls. That these women were his. Yet Alec wasn't prepared to confront those thoughts, nervous at the idea he wasn't as accepting as he thought, and not wanting to admit to Sarina her theory was so on the money.
Closing his laptop, Alec brought up his phone and smirked. He could get back to the good stuff. Fat-assed girls bouncing and shaking for him. Big tits trying to burst out of those sexy outfits they always wore. He scrolled TikTok for a while, enjoying the countless thots which filled his feed. He shifted his pants and underwear down around his knees, grasping his modest cock in one hand as he began to stroke himself. His thoughts couldn't free themselves fully from Sarina's comments however. Was watching this sort of stuff really damaging him? Hindering his ability to not cum when present with more intimate displays? He supposed it was true that there was never any real nudity in the stuff he watched. Sure, lots of teasing and leaving little to the imagination. But nothing which wouldn't be shown in regular films. Alec kept stroking, shifting slightly and wondering on her other thoughts. Had interracial somehow broken him? Caused him to cum early? Or, more importantly, triggered some sort of permanent premature tendency?
Shaking his head, Alec tried to rid these thoughts as he grunted, enjoying the sight of some goth girl bouncing her tits up and down, not even trying to hide the fact she was making thirst trap content. Then it happened. He scrolled onto another video, a beautiful brunette with her phone positioned in front of her as she lay on all fours before it. She was clearly shaking her ass from side to side but had hidden it away with camera angle, teasing her viewers to watch her whole video if they wanted the money shot. Alec tugged at his cock, eagerly waiting as the brunette giggled and threw her ass upwards, showing off her massive and perfectly shaped backside. A tiny black thong clung to her frame, the straps pulled up high on her impressive hips. It triggered something in his mind. Instantly, the girl was no longer filming a thirst trap, not in Alec's mind's eye. No, he pictured her in much the same position on all fours but in his imagination it was on a bed of white. Her face was the picture of deep satisfaction. She moaned softly, her top gone and allowing her tits to swing freely as she was rocked back and forth. Instead of the dark grip of the thong holding her ass, two ebony hands gripped her fat, pale ass cheeks. A black man was gently fucking the brunette, her ass wobbling and shaking as he took long, deep strokes. A sight straight out of a Blacked scene. The brunette turned her head, gazing back at her lover. Her soft moans filled Alec's mind as he whimpered and tugged. When the girl looked back, it was with a familiar face. Madison smiled back at Alec, still letting out small, delicate moans as she was fucked.
"That's it, give me your big, black, cock...:" Madison cooed as she grinned right at Alec.
Alec came. He mewled, gasping as his vivid fantasy was shattered by his orgasm. He blinked several times, feeling his body shudder with shame and delight. On his phone, the original brunette, not Madison, performed her dance. Swaying the hips with her ass hidden before popping it up. Alec gazed down, seeing the sticky remains of his seed dribbled all across his stomach and crotch. "Holy shit.." Alec muttered to himself, feeling red hot shame fill him. Did he just cum picturing Madison fucking a black guy? How had it happened so suddenly? He had barely felt his balls shift before his cum was spurting out. It was concerning to say the least.
"Hello? Earth to Alec? Dipshit!" Jensen tossed a scrunched up wrapper at Alec, nailing him perfectly between the eyes and causing him to fall back slightly onto the grass. The two boys were sitting outside near the college stadium, enjoying the cool evening sun. Several dozen other students were lounging around, chatting, studying and watching the football team run drills on the pitch.
"What the Hell?" Alec grumbled, casting his friend a look. Jensen shrugged, unapologetic
"You were off in your own little world again. What's been up lately? And I reserve the right to hit you if you bullshit about assignments, okay?" Jensen gave Alec a pointed look. For a long second, Alec gazed at his friend, face scrunched up in genuine thought. He could never tell Jensen the truth. Not the whole truth anyway. His friend would no doubt freak out, call him a cuck or race traitor or something similar to. So how did Alec explain it? How did he explain that, for the past week, since the first night he'd tried to go back to watching non-interracial, his mind had been throwing him back there. Throwing him fantasies, using the girls he watched twerk on his screen and then filling his mind with images of them taking BBC. Alec was concerned something inside his brain had gone wrong. Maybe it was the hyper focus Sarina had pushed him to engage porn with. He had written whole minor reports about it for her! So despite the threat of violence, Alec decided against the truth. Or, the full truth anyway.
"You know that research I was doing with Sarina? The girl from Madison's class. Well, it just had me thinking a lot." Alec said, carefully choosing his words.
"Clearly. What are you guys even studying together?" Jensen asked, leaning back on the grass.
"Demographics." Alec replied, slowly. "Examining the impacts of fiscal policy on different demographic groups." That sounded safe enough.
"Yikes. Sorry I asked." Jensen rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "What about that is causing your few brain cells to be so worked up, huh?"
Alec faked a silent laugh before hitting Jensen with a flat look. "You think you're funny and that makes me sad." Jensen gave a small bow, as if complimented. "Anyway, it's just interesting. I think so. It's given me different perspectives I guess." Alec wondered how much he could get off his chest without exposing himself.
"Such as?" Jensen asked.
"Like, the shifting state of white Americans. No matter who we vote for, the average Joe doesn't seem to be winning much. But in the past twenty years, African-Americans have been seeing a marketed increase in general wealth accumulation." Alec was making it up as he went, yet his mind was focused on the very real statistics and studies Sarina had sent him.
"If that is true, why do they always fucking bitch about having such a hard time, huh?" Jensen replied, raising his hands preemptively. Knowing Alec would judge him.
"They? You.." Alec sighed.
"I am just saying!" Jensen defended himself before Alec had even spoken back. "Like the rally the other week? If blacks are winning so much while we are getting screwed over by politicians, how come they need to hold rallies or get all these programs huh?"
Alec stared at his friend for a long second. "You're fucking moron." Was all he said before turning his attention. away.
"Ha!" Jensen cried, feeling victorious. "Classic snowflake, Alec. Just calling me names, rather than fight the argument."
Alec gazed at him with a tired expression. "I'm not engaging with it because you're a fucking idiot. If you can't see the need, or the difference in the matters. I don't know what to tell you, man. Maybe go sit in on a social lecture or something? They'll be nicer than me, promise."
"No chance, I-" Jensen's snarky reply was cut off as a couple shadows were cast over the pair. Both Alec and Jensen looked up. Madison stood above them, looking down on them with a half smile. A pair of tight jeans desperately clung to her lower half, looking like they were struggling to contain her buxom build. A simple tee with a generous 'V' shaped neck-line showed off an even more generous amount of pale cleavage. She wasn't alone though. Marcus stood by her side, towering over the boys from their seated position and casting a winning smile down at them. He was clean cut, a buzzed fade and smooth face. A hard jaw and dark eyes which seemed to take in every detail with ease.
"Alec!" Madison cried, hugging him as he stood to greet them. Alec felt a strange sensation as his mind flashed back to the fantasy he'd had of Madison getting fucked slowly doggy style, dark black hands claiming her ass. It was as though the simple sight of a black man with a white woman had triggered something in his mind. The association he now put to that pairing was sex. He was blushing slightly. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. Sarina has stolen you away from me." Madison laughed playfully but there was an edge to her tone. Something to suggest she wasn't quite so happy about it. "You remember, Marcus, from the rally?"
"Of course." Alec gingerly shook Marcus' hand, wincing slightly as his delicate white fingers were crushed slightly by the dark palm. Marcus didn't seem to notice, or seem to be trying to mess with him really. Didn't know his own strength. 'Or my own weakness.' Alec mused to himself, feeling even more awkward at the thought.
"How's it going?"
"Good. How about you?" Marcus asked, looking at Jensen and Alec with a wide smile. Alec nodded, surprised by how different Marcus seemed. He wasn't acting like the fiery, outspoken activist from the rally. Jensen pulled a face, standing and glaring at Madison. She returned the look, smirking as she looked down at Jensen.
"And how are you, Jenny?" Madison asked, her words dripping with false interest.
"Grow up, Madison." Jensen retorted, acting as though he was above their feud.
"Big words from a guy who jerks off to anime." Madison fired back. It earned a raised eyebrow and a bemused look from Marcus. Jensen sneered.
"Whatever. Do you want something? Or just here to be a bitch?"
"Bit of both." Madison smiled. "But I am here for Alec, not to get some incel loser riled up."
Jensen looked as though he was about to say something significantly worse, but bit his tongue. Glancing at Marcus before shaking his head. "Alec, still on for tomorrow? Have fun with these two." He grabbed his stuff, ignoring the half started protest from Alec before storming off.
"Can you guys not just be civil?" Alec sighed.
"When he stops being such a fucking loser, sure." Madison responded. "He holds you back, Alec. I know he's got some racist ass views too. I wouldn't want them rubbing off on you."
"Alec's got a point. No matter what he thinks, you have to be the bigger person. Acting like that isn't going to win him over to our side." Marcus commented shrugging as he nodded a slight at Alec. Alec shifted, grinning a little as Marcus came down on his side.
"Was there something you needed?" He asked. He was happy to see Madison but a little annoyed she had sent Jensen packing. The two of them could never bear more than a few minutes in each other's presence. Madison seemed a little surprised by Alec's tone but shrugged, shaking her head.
"Is there something wrong with wanting to check in on my best friend? I didn't know I was such a burden." She quipped.
Alec smiled slightly. "Sorry. Just been busy."
"With Sarina?" Madison's face tightened as she asked the question and Marcus glanced at Alec, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. With Sarina and you know, life." He forced a light laugh, trying to move away from any talk of Sarina. No doubt Madi would be eager to hear about what they were up to and that being aired in front of Marcus, or anybody for that matter, wasn't good for Alec. Madison seemed far from satisfied with his response but pursed her lips and smiled anyway.
"Well, other than catching up with my so-called best friend, I did want something actually." Madison spoke in an exaggeratedly sarcastic tone, "Here." She handed Alec a slip of paper, a flyer with bold lettering. He examined it, before glancing up at the two of them. "It's an invite to the Harroway rally. You know that fucking ugly looking stature outside the history department? Well, we want it gone." Madison spoke with a real sense of justice, fire alight behind her eyes. "Rupert Harroway may have donated money to this college, but he was a slave owner. A monster. His wealth, the wealth used to help build this place was acquired off the backs of black slave labor. And the faculty still want it here? No. We won't tolerate his imagery being on campus any longer." Madison's playful demeanor had dropped in seconds. Her friendly smile was gone and replaced with a hard, righteous expression.
"Your support counts for a lot. It would mean a lot to see you there, brother." Marcus smiled, genuine and warm. Even as Madison's chest raised and fell with her sudden energy.
Alec was pretty taken aback. But Madison kept on rolling before he could answer. "We need as many students to stand up and say we won't simply comply. Especially students like us, Alec. Our white privilege, our generational wealth. It's important for both African-American students to see there are whites who recognise our sins, and for other whites to see those of us who acknowledge our debt to the black population."
Alec shifted, a little uncomfortable. He wasn't sure he and Madison were of one mind about some of these topics. Even with anything that had gone on over the past few weeks with Sarina and their research. The term 'white guilt' came to mind when he gazed at Madison. Yet how could he challenge her without losing their friendship. She had already made her position clear on this.
"I... Sure. I can come." Alec said weakly, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, I don't know what good I'll be but, sure." God he should grow a spine. Alec deflated a little, smiling weakly as Madison beamed proudly at him and Marcus nodded sagely.
"We appreciate it. Truly. You'll be a real ally for the movement before you know it." Marcus said as he clapped Alec on the back, causing him to wince slightly.
"Here!" Madison quickly thrust several flyers onto Alec. "Take these, spread them around, please." She pulled a puppy dog expression as Alec nodded once more. "Thank you!" She stepped in close, embracing him. Alec could feel the weight of her tits pressing into his chest. Their soft touch caused his manhood to stir. He quickly stepped back from her, feeling a little red.
"Okay, yeah. I'll be there." Alec tried smiling again. "Let me know or whatever."
"Perfect!" Madison grinned, the fire from a moment again gone as quickly as it had come. Back to her bubbly, friendly self. "Later, Alec!" With that, Madison and Marcus walked away, continuing around the grass and stopping to talk to other students. Alec examined the small bundle of flyers that had been gifted to him. A small blurb about Harroway and his history, time and meeting place. And of course, in bold letters. 'BLACK LIVES MATTER!' For a second, Alec's brain seemed to conflate the similar words, his eyes seeing ''BLACKED LVIES MATTER'. He shook his head and blinked several times. He really needed to lay off all the interracial porn.
Later that night, Alec was playing some video games. He wasn't doing well and had been getting more and more frustrated for the last hour. There wasn't much fun to be had but he was desperately trying to avoid jerking off to pass the time. Sighing as he was shot before even noticing the enemy once more, Alec saw his phone buzzing. Sarina. Quickly he picked up, smiling to himself and running a hand through his hair self-consciously.
"Hey Sarina."
"Alec! That was quick, not too busy huh?" Sarina's voice sounded bemused and Alec laughed slightly.
"Nope. Just getting my ass beat at some game. What's up? How are you?"
"I am good. I actually just wanted to see if you were free the day after tomorrow?"
Alec leaned back, his heartbeat quickening as he imagined what Sarina might have in store for their next research chat. "What were you thinking?"
Her soft, angelic laugh came down the phone. "Don't sound so worried! It's not business. I've got our next session planned but need to talk to my professor about some things first. No, would you want to join me for a workout? I think you'd enjoy it a lot." Alec's nerves eased a little.
"I thought I said I wasn't a gym guy, no?" He smiled to himself slightly.
"Don't knock it till you try it, no?" Sarina countered.
Alec thought about it. Imaging Sarina in her tight gym leggings once more. Picturing the sweat rolling down her toned stomach. Her face flushed and smiling. Her ass was perfectly complemented by her skin tight outfit.
"Okay, yeah why not?" Alec said.
"I knew you'd come around. I'll see you Sunday then? Will text you the details."
"Yeah, yeah, sounds good. I'll see you then."
"Till then, cutie." Sarina laughed a little as she spoke, hanging up and leaving Alec with a nervous excitement growing inside his stomach. Did he just get himself a gym date?
"Fertility in white males aged eighteen to thirty is lower than forty-five percent. Contrasted by fertility in African-American males of the same age group being ninety-three percent. Black males have seen no shift in their fertility while white males have experienced a significant drop of almost fifty percent in the past thirty years since the first study was conducted. White female fertility among the same age demographic has seen an increase of thirty-two percent. "
"Average penis size of white males aged eighteen to twenty-five less than five inches when fully erect. Issues with erectile dysfunction are common. Three out of every five volunteers experienced issues achieving an erection. Contrasted by penis size in African-American males, which came to an average of seven-and-half inches. Zero recorded issues with erectile dysfunction."
"Testosterone levels among white males aged eighteen to twenty-eight has plummeted, over fifty-five percent lower than two generations ago. Volunteers' appearances were notably more effeminate compared to black counterparts or white males from previous years study. Lack of facial hair, muscle mass and secondary male characteristics. Conversely female characteristics were noted, with smaller frames and larger hips commonplace. "
And on and on it went. Alec struggled to take in the sheer amount of information being presented, let alone rationalize any of it. He had tried to look into the research group which seemed to be behind most of the studies he had been sent. 'Pan-Afrara' seemed to be publishing the more controversial articles. Alec only found a stripped back website with a few details. A handful of social media profiles of people claiming to work for them. The other papers were published by a group called 'Leer-Baxter' who had a lot more public information available. A think-tank and research group based out of Norway focusing on racial demographics mostly, their most recent work on the shift in Europe as the migrant crisis continued.
Alec thought of Sarina's words and their little project with one another. The link seemed to be her interest in his representation as the 'new white male'. Which, according to these studies was a rather weak, unfit sort of male. He couldn't quell the embarrassment and feeling of shame as he connected the dots. Sarina must think he was like these papers presented. He sat back, clicking his tongue and thinking deeply. There was a lot to take in. And he didn't have to watch interracial for at least a week. Alec hoped steering clear of it might avoid the small voice which filled him with shame every time. The whispering crease in his mind which told it was wrong to watch and get off to black men fucking white girls. That these women were his. Yet Alec wasn't prepared to confront those thoughts, nervous at the idea he wasn't as accepting as he thought, and not wanting to admit to Sarina her theory was so on the money.
Closing his laptop, Alec brought up his phone and smirked. He could get back to the good stuff. Fat-assed girls bouncing and shaking for him. Big tits trying to burst out of those sexy outfits they always wore. He scrolled TikTok for a while, enjoying the countless thots which filled his feed. He shifted his pants and underwear down around his knees, grasping his modest cock in one hand as he began to stroke himself. His thoughts couldn't free themselves fully from Sarina's comments however. Was watching this sort of stuff really damaging him? Hindering his ability to not cum when present with more intimate displays? He supposed it was true that there was never any real nudity in the stuff he watched. Sure, lots of teasing and leaving little to the imagination. But nothing which wouldn't be shown in regular films. Alec kept stroking, shifting slightly and wondering on her other thoughts. Had interracial somehow broken him? Caused him to cum early? Or, more importantly, triggered some sort of permanent premature tendency?
Shaking his head, Alec tried to rid these thoughts as he grunted, enjoying the sight of some goth girl bouncing her tits up and down, not even trying to hide the fact she was making thirst trap content. Then it happened. He scrolled onto another video, a beautiful brunette with her phone positioned in front of her as she lay on all fours before it. She was clearly shaking her ass from side to side but had hidden it away with camera angle, teasing her viewers to watch her whole video if they wanted the money shot. Alec tugged at his cock, eagerly waiting as the brunette giggled and threw her ass upwards, showing off her massive and perfectly shaped backside. A tiny black thong clung to her frame, the straps pulled up high on her impressive hips. It triggered something in his mind. Instantly, the girl was no longer filming a thirst trap, not in Alec's mind's eye. No, he pictured her in much the same position on all fours but in his imagination it was on a bed of white. Her face was the picture of deep satisfaction. She moaned softly, her top gone and allowing her tits to swing freely as she was rocked back and forth. Instead of the dark grip of the thong holding her ass, two ebony hands gripped her fat, pale ass cheeks. A black man was gently fucking the brunette, her ass wobbling and shaking as he took long, deep strokes. A sight straight out of a Blacked scene. The brunette turned her head, gazing back at her lover. Her soft moans filled Alec's mind as he whimpered and tugged. When the girl looked back, it was with a familiar face. Madison smiled back at Alec, still letting out small, delicate moans as she was fucked.
"That's it, give me your big, black, cock...:" Madison cooed as she grinned right at Alec.
Alec came. He mewled, gasping as his vivid fantasy was shattered by his orgasm. He blinked several times, feeling his body shudder with shame and delight. On his phone, the original brunette, not Madison, performed her dance. Swaying the hips with her ass hidden before popping it up. Alec gazed down, seeing the sticky remains of his seed dribbled all across his stomach and crotch. "Holy shit.." Alec muttered to himself, feeling red hot shame fill him. Did he just cum picturing Madison fucking a black guy? How had it happened so suddenly? He had barely felt his balls shift before his cum was spurting out. It was concerning to say the least.
"Hello? Earth to Alec? Dipshit!" Jensen tossed a scrunched up wrapper at Alec, nailing him perfectly between the eyes and causing him to fall back slightly onto the grass. The two boys were sitting outside near the college stadium, enjoying the cool evening sun. Several dozen other students were lounging around, chatting, studying and watching the football team run drills on the pitch.
"What the Hell?" Alec grumbled, casting his friend a look. Jensen shrugged, unapologetic
"You were off in your own little world again. What's been up lately? And I reserve the right to hit you if you bullshit about assignments, okay?" Jensen gave Alec a pointed look. For a long second, Alec gazed at his friend, face scrunched up in genuine thought. He could never tell Jensen the truth. Not the whole truth anyway. His friend would no doubt freak out, call him a cuck or race traitor or something similar to. So how did Alec explain it? How did he explain that, for the past week, since the first night he'd tried to go back to watching non-interracial, his mind had been throwing him back there. Throwing him fantasies, using the girls he watched twerk on his screen and then filling his mind with images of them taking BBC. Alec was concerned something inside his brain had gone wrong. Maybe it was the hyper focus Sarina had pushed him to engage porn with. He had written whole minor reports about it for her! So despite the threat of violence, Alec decided against the truth. Or, the full truth anyway.
"You know that research I was doing with Sarina? The girl from Madison's class. Well, it just had me thinking a lot." Alec said, carefully choosing his words.
"Clearly. What are you guys even studying together?" Jensen asked, leaning back on the grass.
"Demographics." Alec replied, slowly. "Examining the impacts of fiscal policy on different demographic groups." That sounded safe enough.
"Yikes. Sorry I asked." Jensen rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "What about that is causing your few brain cells to be so worked up, huh?"
Alec faked a silent laugh before hitting Jensen with a flat look. "You think you're funny and that makes me sad." Jensen gave a small bow, as if complimented. "Anyway, it's just interesting. I think so. It's given me different perspectives I guess." Alec wondered how much he could get off his chest without exposing himself.
"Such as?" Jensen asked.
"Like, the shifting state of white Americans. No matter who we vote for, the average Joe doesn't seem to be winning much. But in the past twenty years, African-Americans have been seeing a marketed increase in general wealth accumulation." Alec was making it up as he went, yet his mind was focused on the very real statistics and studies Sarina had sent him.
"If that is true, why do they always fucking bitch about having such a hard time, huh?" Jensen replied, raising his hands preemptively. Knowing Alec would judge him.
"They? You.." Alec sighed.
"I am just saying!" Jensen defended himself before Alec had even spoken back. "Like the rally the other week? If blacks are winning so much while we are getting screwed over by politicians, how come they need to hold rallies or get all these programs huh?"
Alec stared at his friend for a long second. "You're fucking moron." Was all he said before turning his attention. away.
"Ha!" Jensen cried, feeling victorious. "Classic snowflake, Alec. Just calling me names, rather than fight the argument."
Alec gazed at him with a tired expression. "I'm not engaging with it because you're a fucking idiot. If you can't see the need, or the difference in the matters. I don't know what to tell you, man. Maybe go sit in on a social lecture or something? They'll be nicer than me, promise."
"No chance, I-" Jensen's snarky reply was cut off as a couple shadows were cast over the pair. Both Alec and Jensen looked up. Madison stood above them, looking down on them with a half smile. A pair of tight jeans desperately clung to her lower half, looking like they were struggling to contain her buxom build. A simple tee with a generous 'V' shaped neck-line showed off an even more generous amount of pale cleavage. She wasn't alone though. Marcus stood by her side, towering over the boys from their seated position and casting a winning smile down at them. He was clean cut, a buzzed fade and smooth face. A hard jaw and dark eyes which seemed to take in every detail with ease.
"Alec!" Madison cried, hugging him as he stood to greet them. Alec felt a strange sensation as his mind flashed back to the fantasy he'd had of Madison getting fucked slowly doggy style, dark black hands claiming her ass. It was as though the simple sight of a black man with a white woman had triggered something in his mind. The association he now put to that pairing was sex. He was blushing slightly. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. Sarina has stolen you away from me." Madison laughed playfully but there was an edge to her tone. Something to suggest she wasn't quite so happy about it. "You remember, Marcus, from the rally?"
"Of course." Alec gingerly shook Marcus' hand, wincing slightly as his delicate white fingers were crushed slightly by the dark palm. Marcus didn't seem to notice, or seem to be trying to mess with him really. Didn't know his own strength. 'Or my own weakness.' Alec mused to himself, feeling even more awkward at the thought.
"How's it going?"
"Good. How about you?" Marcus asked, looking at Jensen and Alec with a wide smile. Alec nodded, surprised by how different Marcus seemed. He wasn't acting like the fiery, outspoken activist from the rally. Jensen pulled a face, standing and glaring at Madison. She returned the look, smirking as she looked down at Jensen.
"And how are you, Jenny?" Madison asked, her words dripping with false interest.
"Grow up, Madison." Jensen retorted, acting as though he was above their feud.
"Big words from a guy who jerks off to anime." Madison fired back. It earned a raised eyebrow and a bemused look from Marcus. Jensen sneered.
"Whatever. Do you want something? Or just here to be a bitch?"
"Bit of both." Madison smiled. "But I am here for Alec, not to get some incel loser riled up."
Jensen looked as though he was about to say something significantly worse, but bit his tongue. Glancing at Marcus before shaking his head. "Alec, still on for tomorrow? Have fun with these two." He grabbed his stuff, ignoring the half started protest from Alec before storming off.
"Can you guys not just be civil?" Alec sighed.
"When he stops being such a fucking loser, sure." Madison responded. "He holds you back, Alec. I know he's got some racist ass views too. I wouldn't want them rubbing off on you."
"Alec's got a point. No matter what he thinks, you have to be the bigger person. Acting like that isn't going to win him over to our side." Marcus commented shrugging as he nodded a slight at Alec. Alec shifted, grinning a little as Marcus came down on his side.
"Was there something you needed?" He asked. He was happy to see Madison but a little annoyed she had sent Jensen packing. The two of them could never bear more than a few minutes in each other's presence. Madison seemed a little surprised by Alec's tone but shrugged, shaking her head.
"Is there something wrong with wanting to check in on my best friend? I didn't know I was such a burden." She quipped.
Alec smiled slightly. "Sorry. Just been busy."
"With Sarina?" Madison's face tightened as she asked the question and Marcus glanced at Alec, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. With Sarina and you know, life." He forced a light laugh, trying to move away from any talk of Sarina. No doubt Madi would be eager to hear about what they were up to and that being aired in front of Marcus, or anybody for that matter, wasn't good for Alec. Madison seemed far from satisfied with his response but pursed her lips and smiled anyway.
"Well, other than catching up with my so-called best friend, I did want something actually." Madison spoke in an exaggeratedly sarcastic tone, "Here." She handed Alec a slip of paper, a flyer with bold lettering. He examined it, before glancing up at the two of them. "It's an invite to the Harroway rally. You know that fucking ugly looking stature outside the history department? Well, we want it gone." Madison spoke with a real sense of justice, fire alight behind her eyes. "Rupert Harroway may have donated money to this college, but he was a slave owner. A monster. His wealth, the wealth used to help build this place was acquired off the backs of black slave labor. And the faculty still want it here? No. We won't tolerate his imagery being on campus any longer." Madison's playful demeanor had dropped in seconds. Her friendly smile was gone and replaced with a hard, righteous expression.
"Your support counts for a lot. It would mean a lot to see you there, brother." Marcus smiled, genuine and warm. Even as Madison's chest raised and fell with her sudden energy.
Alec was pretty taken aback. But Madison kept on rolling before he could answer. "We need as many students to stand up and say we won't simply comply. Especially students like us, Alec. Our white privilege, our generational wealth. It's important for both African-American students to see there are whites who recognise our sins, and for other whites to see those of us who acknowledge our debt to the black population."
Alec shifted, a little uncomfortable. He wasn't sure he and Madison were of one mind about some of these topics. Even with anything that had gone on over the past few weeks with Sarina and their research. The term 'white guilt' came to mind when he gazed at Madison. Yet how could he challenge her without losing their friendship. She had already made her position clear on this.
"I... Sure. I can come." Alec said weakly, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, I don't know what good I'll be but, sure." God he should grow a spine. Alec deflated a little, smiling weakly as Madison beamed proudly at him and Marcus nodded sagely.
"We appreciate it. Truly. You'll be a real ally for the movement before you know it." Marcus said as he clapped Alec on the back, causing him to wince slightly.
"Here!" Madison quickly thrust several flyers onto Alec. "Take these, spread them around, please." She pulled a puppy dog expression as Alec nodded once more. "Thank you!" She stepped in close, embracing him. Alec could feel the weight of her tits pressing into his chest. Their soft touch caused his manhood to stir. He quickly stepped back from her, feeling a little red.
"Okay, yeah. I'll be there." Alec tried smiling again. "Let me know or whatever."
"Perfect!" Madison grinned, the fire from a moment again gone as quickly as it had come. Back to her bubbly, friendly self. "Later, Alec!" With that, Madison and Marcus walked away, continuing around the grass and stopping to talk to other students. Alec examined the small bundle of flyers that had been gifted to him. A small blurb about Harroway and his history, time and meeting place. And of course, in bold letters. 'BLACK LIVES MATTER!' For a second, Alec's brain seemed to conflate the similar words, his eyes seeing ''BLACKED LVIES MATTER'. He shook his head and blinked several times. He really needed to lay off all the interracial porn.
Later that night, Alec was playing some video games. He wasn't doing well and had been getting more and more frustrated for the last hour. There wasn't much fun to be had but he was desperately trying to avoid jerking off to pass the time. Sighing as he was shot before even noticing the enemy once more, Alec saw his phone buzzing. Sarina. Quickly he picked up, smiling to himself and running a hand through his hair self-consciously.
"Hey Sarina."
"Alec! That was quick, not too busy huh?" Sarina's voice sounded bemused and Alec laughed slightly.
"Nope. Just getting my ass beat at some game. What's up? How are you?"
"I am good. I actually just wanted to see if you were free the day after tomorrow?"
Alec leaned back, his heartbeat quickening as he imagined what Sarina might have in store for their next research chat. "What were you thinking?"
Her soft, angelic laugh came down the phone. "Don't sound so worried! It's not business. I've got our next session planned but need to talk to my professor about some things first. No, would you want to join me for a workout? I think you'd enjoy it a lot." Alec's nerves eased a little.
"I thought I said I wasn't a gym guy, no?" He smiled to himself slightly.
"Don't knock it till you try it, no?" Sarina countered.
Alec thought about it. Imaging Sarina in her tight gym leggings once more. Picturing the sweat rolling down her toned stomach. Her face flushed and smiling. Her ass was perfectly complemented by her skin tight outfit.
"Okay, yeah why not?" Alec said.
"I knew you'd come around. I'll see you Sunday then? Will text you the details."
"Yeah, yeah, sounds good. I'll see you then."
"Till then, cutie." Sarina laughed a little as she spoke, hanging up and leaving Alec with a nervous excitement growing inside his stomach. Did he just get himself a gym date?
Chapter 5 - Gym Buddies
Alec let out a small whistle, throwing a quick glance back and a thanks to his driver before closing the car door behind him. He had grabbed a ride over to Sarina's gym, nervous butterflies doing loops in his stomach as he'd sat in the back seat, clutching his bag. The building before him was a large, old industrial looking place, the faded red brick and large iron widows in contrast to the sleek set of automatic doors which led in. A suitably 'vintage' sign hung above the doors and confirmed he was in the right place. Alec shouldered his bag and swallowed his nerves. This little 'date' had been at the fore-front of his mind for the last day. His thoughts running away from reality to imagine Sarina in the perfect, matching tight outfit. Her toned torso displayed, her perfectly sculpted ass shifting and moving inside a pair of leggings which clung to her. Sweat slicked hair and a wide smile. Perhaps she would need him to help stretch or perform some exercise which would pull the two of them close. Alec knew he was allowing an unrealistic fantasy to form but it was enjoyable none the less. Now though, on game day as it were, he was acutely aware of how little he knew about gym culture. Beyond the reels he had seen on Insta from time to time, his knowledge was lacking. He didn't think he had ever even deadlifted anything in his life.
Walking through the double doors, Alec was greeted by a blast of fresh, cool air. A light scent was also carried on the breeze of the AC unit which was pleasant. A modern interior, stylishly appointed greeted him too. He stood awkwardly before seeing the reception and hurriedly walking over. He looked around, hoping Sarina would stroll in and save him from the sudden sense of uncertainty. There were two people at the reception desk. The first a tall, dark skinned woman with a large mane of curly black hair. Her facial features were stunning, sharp eyes, high cheek bones and perfect jawline. She was on the phone and didn't even glance up at Alec as he approached. The other figure seemed a bit more friendly. Initially Alec had thought 'she' but upon getting closer, noticed the person was a man, if a very effeminate one at that. He seemed young, not much older than Alec. His pitch black hair was styled in a pixie cut, a small hair clip adding a feminine edge. Over-sized glasses sat atop his smooth, pale face. Winged eyeliner and a little blush only increased his androgyny. A small black nametag identified him as 'Lucas'.
"Hi there." Lucas smiled up at Alec. "How are you today?"
"Uhmm, good, thanks." Alec was little caught off guard, his imagination clearly setting him on edge. Half-a-dozen different made up scenarios where he was laughed out of the gym for no real reason had been running through his head.
"How can I help you?" The man offered.
"I was meeting a friend here. Sarina. I don't know if she's in there already or.." Alec shrugged, smiling nervously. But Lucas' face broadened in understanding, a large smile giving way.
"Yes! Alec, right? Sarina mentioned you'd be joining us for a little trail sesh today. Not a problem. She's already in there. I'll give you a visitor card and show you the locker rooms. Don't need to both with many forms or anything, Sarina has vouched for you." Lucas quickly began typing at his computer, humming quietly. The woman next to him, her name tag said 'Sara' glanced over when Sarina was mentioned, her stony facial expression switching to a friendly smile. She gave a little wave at Alec before focusing back on her phone call. He nodded in response, feeling much better about this already. Everyone seemed nice.
"Here we go." Lucas grabbed a small white card and handed it to Alec across the desk. A small slip of paper also came across. "I will need just a quick signature here. Nothing major. Just saying if you drop a dumbbell on your foot, you're not going to sue us. " He laughed as he stood, revealing his outfit. A top fitted white polo was tucked into a tight pair of short which rode up a pair of rather smooth and sculpted thighs. Lucas came around the desk and gestured for Alec to follow once he had slid the paper back, Sara taking it with a nod. He then led them to a set of blacked out doors before tapping his own card against a screen set in the wall. It beeped at them and the doors slide back.
"Sarina is obsessed with you." Lucas grinned back at Alec as the two began down a corridor, neatly appointed with plants and exposed brickwork. Alec felt himself blush at the idea of Sarina talking about him. Yet he tried to play it cool.
"Oh yeah? In a good way I hope." He replied.
"The best way. Nothing but positives I swear." Lucas turned a corner and tapped another keypad in the wall, the male signed locker room opening up for them. "She did say you weren't much of a gym guy, but we can change that. It's not as frat-bro douchie as you might think, I promise."
The locker rooms were very modern and Alec wondered how much membership here costed. A good amount based on what he had seen so far. Dozens of locks, all neatly built into the walls and with keypads rather than simple locks. Several benches, wash basins and toilets as well as another door which led into what he assumed was the showers. Lucas spun on his heel, beaming at Alec.
"So, we have some complimentary gym gear, it is mandatory." He opened a large locker which was standing apart from the others, a staff only sign marking it out. Inside, among other various odds and ends were several stacks of clothing, wrapped in clear plastic. Lucas glanced Alec up and down thoughtfully. He then grabbed a set and threw them to Alec. "Give them a try. Your own sneakers are permitted of course. We've found having standardized clothing avoids any issues with peoples personal attire choices."
"Sure." Alec shrugged. He didn't know anything about gym culture and truth be told, he had only brought a rather old white-tee and a pair of ill fitting basketball shorts. The clothes he'd been given were similar to Lucas'. A white top which hugged the upper body and a pair of shorts which seemed to be a little too short and were probably a little too tight as well. But Alec accepted them and glanced round sheepishly.
"Oh, I'll give you some privacy. There are some private stalls through that way and to the right. Showers on the left. Once you are done, back this and just through the doors we passed, okay?" Lucas smiled wide at Alec, lingering for a moment before disappearing off. Alec did feel like he'd been suddenly abandoned but quickly thought of Sarina. He followed the instructions and grabbed one of the private changing stalls, not really wanting to expose his slim, lithe build to any massive gym jock types. His self-confidence feeling battered by just being here. He was right about the shorts as well. They hugged his lower half, riding up around his thighs. The material felt pleasant though, certainly not cheap. Alec then found a guest locker and stored his bag before checking his phone. Sarina had text him. She was waiting inside for him.
"There he is!" Sarina called out, smiling broadly at Alec as he approached. She had been standing on the other side of the doors into the main gym area. Alec had felt his tongue catch as he saw her outfit. A sports bra like top clung to her upper body, black with a white band around the bottom half. It exposed much of her toned stomach as well as a good amount of her modest cleavage. A matching pair of black tights and a vibrant pair of sneakers completed the look. Alec, despite himself couldn't help but notice the similarities between her top and the lingerie many of the Blacked models wore. He pushed the idea away even as it made him blush.
"Hey you." He managed back, the two hugging quickly before Sarina glanced around, gesturing with a hand.
"So, what do you think? Pretty nice huh?"
"It is. Really. Felt out of place you know." Alec laughed a little.
"Don't! This place is so good and it's because they are super selective over members here. Everyone is amazing." Sarina started to walk over to a corner of the gym with some matts and cardio machines. "So I thought we'd keep it simple for you first day. Just some light warm up and a few weights. Nice and easy." Alec caught himself staring at Sarina's perfect ass as it shifted and moved in her leggings. She looked over her shoulders at him, a wicked smile on her lips. He looked away quickly but doubted he'd been subtle.
"Sounds good!" He tried shifting the attention away from his wandering eyes.
"How have you been? Busy?" Sarina offered, making no other sign she had caught his peeping.
"Oh you know, assignments and stuff. Never seems to end."
"Preaching to the converted." Sarina replied.
The two continued to chat idly as Sarina began to lead them through some basic warm ups. Alec often found himself adjusting the shorts as they kept riding up his backside or slipping up his thighs. Sarina moved with such grace and practiced skill, he felt clumsy and awkward in comparison. Yet she only encouraged him as they stretched. Alec tried his best to keep his vision off her body as it moved but failed. Seeing her spread her legs and pull on the ends of her sneakers or watching her ass flex as she pulled a leg out behind her to warm up. Luckily the exercise helped hide his reddening cheeks. Sarina then led them into a series of machines, almost exclusively targeting the legs and glutes. Alec was amazed by some of the weights Sarina could manage but certainly didn't complain as he was treated to the sight of her perfect round ass flexing and working. His own efforts weren't half bad for a beginner, according to Sarina anyway. Their 'research preyed on his mind though. The knowledge that while they seemed like any pair of gym buddies on the outside, his and Sarina's relationship was anything but normal. Her collection of documented files on him and his masturbation habits put any semblance of 'normal' relationship to bed.
"Sarina." Alec started, already struggling to find the words to bring up what he was thinking.
"Alec." She replied quickly, grinning as she breathed deeply, finishing another set.
Alec smiled slightly, but forged on. "I've been thinking. Our project together. How long do you think we need to do it? Like, what is the actual goal? Where is the end?"
Sarina frowned, looking up at him as he leaned on the machine, running a hand nervously through his hair. "I mean, I haven't thought too much on the end right now. It's more about discovering where that end is. We already established some parts of my theory. We now just exploring and expanding on the emotions our research is invoking within you." She paused, grabbing her water bottle from beside her feet and taking a sip. "You don't want to keep going?" A slightly surprised and even sad tone crept into her voice as she gazed at him, concern clear on her face.
"It's not that.." Alec quickly tried, cursing himself for his inability to speak his mind confidently. "I've just been feeling less and less... I am worried more about the effects I guess."
"Like what?" Sarina asked, still concerned as she looked up at Alec.
He searched for the right words. How to explain his feelings of being a 'loser' or failure. How it felt so, weird to watch black men fuck and dominate girls he only dreamt of. How the mixed feelings of pleasure and shame always rolled over him post orgasm and clouded his thoughts. How, recently the content he watched before was now corrupted by thoughts of interracial and how that had only seemed to double the shame(and pleasure) of his post-nut experience.
"It's complicated." He began.
"Try me, Alec. If you don't want to continue, we won't. But you owe me and explanation as to why you want out. At the very least." Sarina cut in straight away, her eyes pinning Alec to the spot.
"So, I went back to 'normal' content, right?" Alec started.
"Non-interracial. 'Normal' implies that interracial is abnormal." Sarina once again cut in, her words pointed but not unkind.
Alec conceded, nodding quickly. "Yeah, that. So, back to the stuff I watched before you or Madison. Just trying to, reset as it were." Sarina nodded and Alec powered on. "But recently I've found certain, images are still finding their way in. I'll watch something and fantasies of the, interracial stuff kinda creep in." Sarina remained silent, only looking a little thoughtful and gesturing for him to carry on. Alec glanced around, feeling a little awkward with their surroundings. "I those negative feelings, shame and stuff like that seem even greater when that happens. Post.. Post the end. I feel so..."Alec searched for the right word, longing for something which didn't sound pathetic.
"Emasculated?" Sarina offered, causing Alec to bulk a little. She shrugged, seeing his reaction. "Weak? Angry? What?"
"No! None of those." Alec replied, a little too quickly. he paused for a second, struggling to come up with any other words which captured his emotions. "Well, maybe some. Or all mixed into one? I don't know. I just, don't feel good. That's all I know!" Alec was feeling flustered. This whole thing having gotten away from him so quickly.
Sarina took a moment to respond. "I see. Can I offer a theory?" Alec nodded, looking annoyed, at himself more than anything else. "Well, perhaps these emotions. These mixed bag of negative feelings coming to you post orgasm are a part of you that you don't want to accept. I think we are beginning to crack the fragile, white male ego you have inside, Alec." She saw his confused expression and carried on. "So, to begin. Watching a black male make love to a white woman triggered a degree of uncertainty within you. But, the pleasure of something different and new, excited you. It was the focus. The color contrast, the quality of Blacked. But we've been moving past that. I've been asking you to see it as more than just porn or visual stimulus. I've asked you to explore the internal feelings you've experienced and to dig deeper than mere surface level. As you begin to see the porn as more than just sex, but for its implications and wider effects, you buried, internalized racism is starting to show."
"I am not a racist!" Alec quickly cut in, desperate to defend himself. Yet Sarina simply held up a hand and waited for him to be silent.
"I am not saying you are, Alec. Not in the way you are thinking anyway. You see it as this outward, over the top attitude of hatred or aggression towards non-whites. It's more than that. Part of you is struggling to accept the idea of black men having sex with white woman. With 'your' women. Part of you, as we dig a little deeper is trying to protect 'your' tribe as it were. Even if you are outwardly accepting and happy around black men, you still don't see them as fit partners for white woman. It's why you feel emasculated or weak. Your racism is trying to call you to action, to be the one with those woman and shame you for taking pleasure in seeing them with non-white men." Sarina finished. "Well, that would be my first thought anyway."
Alec tried to process all of that. His mind surged to defend himself as Sarina casually said that even if he didn't think he was, he was racist. But her words seemed to strike a degree of truth as he mulled them over.
"Look, Alec. I'm sure this isn't easy to hear. Or explore. But it is why I want to continue down this road with you. If you want out, that is fine. I can't make you do it. But you would be accepting your own racism and not trying to work through it. And I don't know if I want to be around someone who knows their privilege but does nothing to fix it because their 'scared' or feel small."
"Sarina.." Alec spoke, shocked. He felt like he'd been sent back in time. Remembering the conversation that had triggered the events of the past month or so. How Madison had threated to cut him out of her life for his racist views. Supposed racist views. And now here Sarina was, implying the same.
"Listen. If you want to get through this. Why not lean into those fantasies? Instead of enjoying that content and having these thoughts 'creep' in and feeling ashamed, go in thinking about it. You won't be watching interracial per say, but say you watch a TikTok with a girl twerking. Maybe let your thoughts embrace the idea of her and a black male? Focus on the pleasure it brings rather than the shame of missing out. Try mantras and repetition. It's okay to masturbate to black men and white woman together." Sarina offered, standing up and staring at Alec with an understanding look. "Why don't you give it a try? If you are still feeling like calling it quits, okay. We'll go our separate ways. No hard feelings. But, I would ask you delete my number. I don't want a racist having it."
Alec felt like he was experiencing shell shock. Her words, as pleasant as she said them were simple. An ultimatum. Continue, or get out of my life. He swallowed. "Okay..." Alec got out, feeling numb. "I'll give it a go..."
Sarina smiled broadly. "I knew you weren't going to quit on me! You aren't like other whiteboys Alec, you know. Come on. Lets go cool down."
The Uber back to campus felt like a long time for Alec. They'd finished their session, Sarina acting like they had never had their conversation about the research while Alec could only nod and smile weakly. He had thanked her for the session and agreed to do it again next week. Both Lucas and Sara at the front desk happily took his details and according to them, he was free to train for up to two months provided it was with a established member. He'd nodded a thanks and left.
"Great job today! I know I might have been a little harsh but I am honestly so excited for our project. Stay strong, Alec. You'll become a better person on the other side of it, promise."
That was what Sarina had text him shortly after. It had brought a small smile, knowing she enjoyed their time. But it was undercut by the knowledge she wanted him for his feelings and his writings for her class. It left him a little bitter. He got back to his dorm and quickly tossed himself onto his bed, not feeling to bad but certainly tired post workout. Alec thought about messaging Jensen, perhaps playing some games would distract his mind from the day. Yet Sarina's words of encouragement to experiment with his fantasies were at the forefront of his mind. Without much thought, Alec pulled up his phone and opened TikTok, quickly following his feed to thirst traps and endless amounts of big, twerking cheeks. His hands tugged down his pants, fingers stroking his slowly stiffening member as he watched. Within a few moments, Alec was softly jerking his cock, watching the videos. He found one which fit his desires. A thick, pale goth looking girl with a massive ass swaying it from side to side in a tiny skirt. The caption of the video asked if 'it clap?". The girl looking thoughtful as she swayed before laughing and jumping, twisting in the air and exposing her ass, barely covered by a pair of dark, lacy underwear. She bounced, making her fat ass clap loudly with the motion. Alec moaned lightly as he thought on Sarina's words. 'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together'. He let his imagination take over, picturing the girl doing the same motion while a black stud observed. She giggled, letting it clap as the black man in his minds eye grinned, standing and moving over.
A large black hand slapped the massive white ass cheek, leaving a red mark to quickly form. The goth giggled in delight and Alec sighed, his cock starting to leak already as his humped his hand against his bed. His eyes closed, Alec let the image progress, the thick white girl bent over and her black stud thrusting into her from behind. His dark hands mauled her ass, the pale flesh red and contrasted by his black fingers sinking into her backside. "Oh fuck!" She moaned loudly, twisting as she was claimed from behind. Alec grunted, his thoughts becoming powerful and clear as he fucked his own fist to the fantasy. Any thoughts of being a loser or weak or any internalized racial pride was lost in his imagination, the sight of the girl being blacked washing away his worries.
A second later, Alec felt his orgasm coming and his eyes shot open. The fantasy vanished, lost as he glanced down at his throbbing cock, the pale, slim manhood rather sad in comparison to the imagined black stud in his mind. The goth girl was still clapping her ass on his phone screen. Alec pondered his thoughts. All he was concerned with was how fucking horny he felt! Any thoughts of shame were stamped down by his desire to cum. His desire to cum to interracial. He knew he was meant to be taking a break from hardcore interracial. A break from the likes of Blacked. But his minds eye would satisfy. He needed the real deal.
A quick google brought him what he wanted. He didn't care at this point which video it was. As long as it sated this impulse to see black cock inside a white girl. Alec's mind was fogged by his lust, taking no time consider his sudden need. 'BLACKED Jynx Maze's Hot Affair' was the video he grabbed. Alec's desire was running high. He quickly began tugging frantically at his cock, not caring if his orgasm was to come too quick. He skipped a little over half way, instantly coming to see a stunning brunette bent over on all fours, her large ass spread and a thick, black cock stretching her tight pussy. Alec let out a moan, feeling his cock pulse and leak. The wet, 'fapping' sound rang through his room as he watched Maze getting stretched. She looked amazing, the thick black manhood spreading her. It outsized his own member easily, the two night and day. Alec felt no shame in that though. Not in that moment anyway. He grunted, his breath tight and he moaned feeling his orgasm reach the point of no return. As he felt his load begin to spurt, Alec's mind went back to Sarina words again.
'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together.' Those words bounced around his mind as he watched the BBC claim the white girl before him, a soft moan escaping his lips as he weakly simulated the same tightness of her pussy with his hand, his loads dribbling out onto his fingers.
'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together.' Alec fell back onto his bed, sighing and breathing deep. The feelings of shame and weakness beginning to start. Yet Sarina's words seemed to gloss over his thoughts. The repeating of her words inside his head bringing some comfort to him as he pulled a face, seeing the sticky mess he'd made.
Walking through the double doors, Alec was greeted by a blast of fresh, cool air. A light scent was also carried on the breeze of the AC unit which was pleasant. A modern interior, stylishly appointed greeted him too. He stood awkwardly before seeing the reception and hurriedly walking over. He looked around, hoping Sarina would stroll in and save him from the sudden sense of uncertainty. There were two people at the reception desk. The first a tall, dark skinned woman with a large mane of curly black hair. Her facial features were stunning, sharp eyes, high cheek bones and perfect jawline. She was on the phone and didn't even glance up at Alec as he approached. The other figure seemed a bit more friendly. Initially Alec had thought 'she' but upon getting closer, noticed the person was a man, if a very effeminate one at that. He seemed young, not much older than Alec. His pitch black hair was styled in a pixie cut, a small hair clip adding a feminine edge. Over-sized glasses sat atop his smooth, pale face. Winged eyeliner and a little blush only increased his androgyny. A small black nametag identified him as 'Lucas'.
"Hi there." Lucas smiled up at Alec. "How are you today?"
"Uhmm, good, thanks." Alec was little caught off guard, his imagination clearly setting him on edge. Half-a-dozen different made up scenarios where he was laughed out of the gym for no real reason had been running through his head.
"How can I help you?" The man offered.
"I was meeting a friend here. Sarina. I don't know if she's in there already or.." Alec shrugged, smiling nervously. But Lucas' face broadened in understanding, a large smile giving way.
"Yes! Alec, right? Sarina mentioned you'd be joining us for a little trail sesh today. Not a problem. She's already in there. I'll give you a visitor card and show you the locker rooms. Don't need to both with many forms or anything, Sarina has vouched for you." Lucas quickly began typing at his computer, humming quietly. The woman next to him, her name tag said 'Sara' glanced over when Sarina was mentioned, her stony facial expression switching to a friendly smile. She gave a little wave at Alec before focusing back on her phone call. He nodded in response, feeling much better about this already. Everyone seemed nice.
"Here we go." Lucas grabbed a small white card and handed it to Alec across the desk. A small slip of paper also came across. "I will need just a quick signature here. Nothing major. Just saying if you drop a dumbbell on your foot, you're not going to sue us. " He laughed as he stood, revealing his outfit. A top fitted white polo was tucked into a tight pair of short which rode up a pair of rather smooth and sculpted thighs. Lucas came around the desk and gestured for Alec to follow once he had slid the paper back, Sara taking it with a nod. He then led them to a set of blacked out doors before tapping his own card against a screen set in the wall. It beeped at them and the doors slide back.
"Sarina is obsessed with you." Lucas grinned back at Alec as the two began down a corridor, neatly appointed with plants and exposed brickwork. Alec felt himself blush at the idea of Sarina talking about him. Yet he tried to play it cool.
"Oh yeah? In a good way I hope." He replied.
"The best way. Nothing but positives I swear." Lucas turned a corner and tapped another keypad in the wall, the male signed locker room opening up for them. "She did say you weren't much of a gym guy, but we can change that. It's not as frat-bro douchie as you might think, I promise."
The locker rooms were very modern and Alec wondered how much membership here costed. A good amount based on what he had seen so far. Dozens of locks, all neatly built into the walls and with keypads rather than simple locks. Several benches, wash basins and toilets as well as another door which led into what he assumed was the showers. Lucas spun on his heel, beaming at Alec.
"So, we have some complimentary gym gear, it is mandatory." He opened a large locker which was standing apart from the others, a staff only sign marking it out. Inside, among other various odds and ends were several stacks of clothing, wrapped in clear plastic. Lucas glanced Alec up and down thoughtfully. He then grabbed a set and threw them to Alec. "Give them a try. Your own sneakers are permitted of course. We've found having standardized clothing avoids any issues with peoples personal attire choices."
"Sure." Alec shrugged. He didn't know anything about gym culture and truth be told, he had only brought a rather old white-tee and a pair of ill fitting basketball shorts. The clothes he'd been given were similar to Lucas'. A white top which hugged the upper body and a pair of shorts which seemed to be a little too short and were probably a little too tight as well. But Alec accepted them and glanced round sheepishly.
"Oh, I'll give you some privacy. There are some private stalls through that way and to the right. Showers on the left. Once you are done, back this and just through the doors we passed, okay?" Lucas smiled wide at Alec, lingering for a moment before disappearing off. Alec did feel like he'd been suddenly abandoned but quickly thought of Sarina. He followed the instructions and grabbed one of the private changing stalls, not really wanting to expose his slim, lithe build to any massive gym jock types. His self-confidence feeling battered by just being here. He was right about the shorts as well. They hugged his lower half, riding up around his thighs. The material felt pleasant though, certainly not cheap. Alec then found a guest locker and stored his bag before checking his phone. Sarina had text him. She was waiting inside for him.
"There he is!" Sarina called out, smiling broadly at Alec as he approached. She had been standing on the other side of the doors into the main gym area. Alec had felt his tongue catch as he saw her outfit. A sports bra like top clung to her upper body, black with a white band around the bottom half. It exposed much of her toned stomach as well as a good amount of her modest cleavage. A matching pair of black tights and a vibrant pair of sneakers completed the look. Alec, despite himself couldn't help but notice the similarities between her top and the lingerie many of the Blacked models wore. He pushed the idea away even as it made him blush.
"Hey you." He managed back, the two hugging quickly before Sarina glanced around, gesturing with a hand.
"So, what do you think? Pretty nice huh?"
"It is. Really. Felt out of place you know." Alec laughed a little.
"Don't! This place is so good and it's because they are super selective over members here. Everyone is amazing." Sarina started to walk over to a corner of the gym with some matts and cardio machines. "So I thought we'd keep it simple for you first day. Just some light warm up and a few weights. Nice and easy." Alec caught himself staring at Sarina's perfect ass as it shifted and moved in her leggings. She looked over her shoulders at him, a wicked smile on her lips. He looked away quickly but doubted he'd been subtle.
"Sounds good!" He tried shifting the attention away from his wandering eyes.
"How have you been? Busy?" Sarina offered, making no other sign she had caught his peeping.
"Oh you know, assignments and stuff. Never seems to end."
"Preaching to the converted." Sarina replied.
The two continued to chat idly as Sarina began to lead them through some basic warm ups. Alec often found himself adjusting the shorts as they kept riding up his backside or slipping up his thighs. Sarina moved with such grace and practiced skill, he felt clumsy and awkward in comparison. Yet she only encouraged him as they stretched. Alec tried his best to keep his vision off her body as it moved but failed. Seeing her spread her legs and pull on the ends of her sneakers or watching her ass flex as she pulled a leg out behind her to warm up. Luckily the exercise helped hide his reddening cheeks. Sarina then led them into a series of machines, almost exclusively targeting the legs and glutes. Alec was amazed by some of the weights Sarina could manage but certainly didn't complain as he was treated to the sight of her perfect round ass flexing and working. His own efforts weren't half bad for a beginner, according to Sarina anyway. Their 'research preyed on his mind though. The knowledge that while they seemed like any pair of gym buddies on the outside, his and Sarina's relationship was anything but normal. Her collection of documented files on him and his masturbation habits put any semblance of 'normal' relationship to bed.
"Sarina." Alec started, already struggling to find the words to bring up what he was thinking.
"Alec." She replied quickly, grinning as she breathed deeply, finishing another set.
Alec smiled slightly, but forged on. "I've been thinking. Our project together. How long do you think we need to do it? Like, what is the actual goal? Where is the end?"
Sarina frowned, looking up at him as he leaned on the machine, running a hand nervously through his hair. "I mean, I haven't thought too much on the end right now. It's more about discovering where that end is. We already established some parts of my theory. We now just exploring and expanding on the emotions our research is invoking within you." She paused, grabbing her water bottle from beside her feet and taking a sip. "You don't want to keep going?" A slightly surprised and even sad tone crept into her voice as she gazed at him, concern clear on her face.
"It's not that.." Alec quickly tried, cursing himself for his inability to speak his mind confidently. "I've just been feeling less and less... I am worried more about the effects I guess."
"Like what?" Sarina asked, still concerned as she looked up at Alec.
He searched for the right words. How to explain his feelings of being a 'loser' or failure. How it felt so, weird to watch black men fuck and dominate girls he only dreamt of. How the mixed feelings of pleasure and shame always rolled over him post orgasm and clouded his thoughts. How, recently the content he watched before was now corrupted by thoughts of interracial and how that had only seemed to double the shame(and pleasure) of his post-nut experience.
"It's complicated." He began.
"Try me, Alec. If you don't want to continue, we won't. But you owe me and explanation as to why you want out. At the very least." Sarina cut in straight away, her eyes pinning Alec to the spot.
"So, I went back to 'normal' content, right?" Alec started.
"Non-interracial. 'Normal' implies that interracial is abnormal." Sarina once again cut in, her words pointed but not unkind.
Alec conceded, nodding quickly. "Yeah, that. So, back to the stuff I watched before you or Madison. Just trying to, reset as it were." Sarina nodded and Alec powered on. "But recently I've found certain, images are still finding their way in. I'll watch something and fantasies of the, interracial stuff kinda creep in." Sarina remained silent, only looking a little thoughtful and gesturing for him to carry on. Alec glanced around, feeling a little awkward with their surroundings. "I those negative feelings, shame and stuff like that seem even greater when that happens. Post.. Post the end. I feel so..."Alec searched for the right word, longing for something which didn't sound pathetic.
"Emasculated?" Sarina offered, causing Alec to bulk a little. She shrugged, seeing his reaction. "Weak? Angry? What?"
"No! None of those." Alec replied, a little too quickly. he paused for a second, struggling to come up with any other words which captured his emotions. "Well, maybe some. Or all mixed into one? I don't know. I just, don't feel good. That's all I know!" Alec was feeling flustered. This whole thing having gotten away from him so quickly.
Sarina took a moment to respond. "I see. Can I offer a theory?" Alec nodded, looking annoyed, at himself more than anything else. "Well, perhaps these emotions. These mixed bag of negative feelings coming to you post orgasm are a part of you that you don't want to accept. I think we are beginning to crack the fragile, white male ego you have inside, Alec." She saw his confused expression and carried on. "So, to begin. Watching a black male make love to a white woman triggered a degree of uncertainty within you. But, the pleasure of something different and new, excited you. It was the focus. The color contrast, the quality of Blacked. But we've been moving past that. I've been asking you to see it as more than just porn or visual stimulus. I've asked you to explore the internal feelings you've experienced and to dig deeper than mere surface level. As you begin to see the porn as more than just sex, but for its implications and wider effects, you buried, internalized racism is starting to show."
"I am not a racist!" Alec quickly cut in, desperate to defend himself. Yet Sarina simply held up a hand and waited for him to be silent.
"I am not saying you are, Alec. Not in the way you are thinking anyway. You see it as this outward, over the top attitude of hatred or aggression towards non-whites. It's more than that. Part of you is struggling to accept the idea of black men having sex with white woman. With 'your' women. Part of you, as we dig a little deeper is trying to protect 'your' tribe as it were. Even if you are outwardly accepting and happy around black men, you still don't see them as fit partners for white woman. It's why you feel emasculated or weak. Your racism is trying to call you to action, to be the one with those woman and shame you for taking pleasure in seeing them with non-white men." Sarina finished. "Well, that would be my first thought anyway."
Alec tried to process all of that. His mind surged to defend himself as Sarina casually said that even if he didn't think he was, he was racist. But her words seemed to strike a degree of truth as he mulled them over.
"Look, Alec. I'm sure this isn't easy to hear. Or explore. But it is why I want to continue down this road with you. If you want out, that is fine. I can't make you do it. But you would be accepting your own racism and not trying to work through it. And I don't know if I want to be around someone who knows their privilege but does nothing to fix it because their 'scared' or feel small."
"Sarina.." Alec spoke, shocked. He felt like he'd been sent back in time. Remembering the conversation that had triggered the events of the past month or so. How Madison had threated to cut him out of her life for his racist views. Supposed racist views. And now here Sarina was, implying the same.
"Listen. If you want to get through this. Why not lean into those fantasies? Instead of enjoying that content and having these thoughts 'creep' in and feeling ashamed, go in thinking about it. You won't be watching interracial per say, but say you watch a TikTok with a girl twerking. Maybe let your thoughts embrace the idea of her and a black male? Focus on the pleasure it brings rather than the shame of missing out. Try mantras and repetition. It's okay to masturbate to black men and white woman together." Sarina offered, standing up and staring at Alec with an understanding look. "Why don't you give it a try? If you are still feeling like calling it quits, okay. We'll go our separate ways. No hard feelings. But, I would ask you delete my number. I don't want a racist having it."
Alec felt like he was experiencing shell shock. Her words, as pleasant as she said them were simple. An ultimatum. Continue, or get out of my life. He swallowed. "Okay..." Alec got out, feeling numb. "I'll give it a go..."
Sarina smiled broadly. "I knew you weren't going to quit on me! You aren't like other whiteboys Alec, you know. Come on. Lets go cool down."
The Uber back to campus felt like a long time for Alec. They'd finished their session, Sarina acting like they had never had their conversation about the research while Alec could only nod and smile weakly. He had thanked her for the session and agreed to do it again next week. Both Lucas and Sara at the front desk happily took his details and according to them, he was free to train for up to two months provided it was with a established member. He'd nodded a thanks and left.
"Great job today! I know I might have been a little harsh but I am honestly so excited for our project. Stay strong, Alec. You'll become a better person on the other side of it, promise."
That was what Sarina had text him shortly after. It had brought a small smile, knowing she enjoyed their time. But it was undercut by the knowledge she wanted him for his feelings and his writings for her class. It left him a little bitter. He got back to his dorm and quickly tossed himself onto his bed, not feeling to bad but certainly tired post workout. Alec thought about messaging Jensen, perhaps playing some games would distract his mind from the day. Yet Sarina's words of encouragement to experiment with his fantasies were at the forefront of his mind. Without much thought, Alec pulled up his phone and opened TikTok, quickly following his feed to thirst traps and endless amounts of big, twerking cheeks. His hands tugged down his pants, fingers stroking his slowly stiffening member as he watched. Within a few moments, Alec was softly jerking his cock, watching the videos. He found one which fit his desires. A thick, pale goth looking girl with a massive ass swaying it from side to side in a tiny skirt. The caption of the video asked if 'it clap?". The girl looking thoughtful as she swayed before laughing and jumping, twisting in the air and exposing her ass, barely covered by a pair of dark, lacy underwear. She bounced, making her fat ass clap loudly with the motion. Alec moaned lightly as he thought on Sarina's words. 'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together'. He let his imagination take over, picturing the girl doing the same motion while a black stud observed. She giggled, letting it clap as the black man in his minds eye grinned, standing and moving over.
A large black hand slapped the massive white ass cheek, leaving a red mark to quickly form. The goth giggled in delight and Alec sighed, his cock starting to leak already as his humped his hand against his bed. His eyes closed, Alec let the image progress, the thick white girl bent over and her black stud thrusting into her from behind. His dark hands mauled her ass, the pale flesh red and contrasted by his black fingers sinking into her backside. "Oh fuck!" She moaned loudly, twisting as she was claimed from behind. Alec grunted, his thoughts becoming powerful and clear as he fucked his own fist to the fantasy. Any thoughts of being a loser or weak or any internalized racial pride was lost in his imagination, the sight of the girl being blacked washing away his worries.
A second later, Alec felt his orgasm coming and his eyes shot open. The fantasy vanished, lost as he glanced down at his throbbing cock, the pale, slim manhood rather sad in comparison to the imagined black stud in his mind. The goth girl was still clapping her ass on his phone screen. Alec pondered his thoughts. All he was concerned with was how fucking horny he felt! Any thoughts of shame were stamped down by his desire to cum. His desire to cum to interracial. He knew he was meant to be taking a break from hardcore interracial. A break from the likes of Blacked. But his minds eye would satisfy. He needed the real deal.
A quick google brought him what he wanted. He didn't care at this point which video it was. As long as it sated this impulse to see black cock inside a white girl. Alec's mind was fogged by his lust, taking no time consider his sudden need. 'BLACKED Jynx Maze's Hot Affair' was the video he grabbed. Alec's desire was running high. He quickly began tugging frantically at his cock, not caring if his orgasm was to come too quick. He skipped a little over half way, instantly coming to see a stunning brunette bent over on all fours, her large ass spread and a thick, black cock stretching her tight pussy. Alec let out a moan, feeling his cock pulse and leak. The wet, 'fapping' sound rang through his room as he watched Maze getting stretched. She looked amazing, the thick black manhood spreading her. It outsized his own member easily, the two night and day. Alec felt no shame in that though. Not in that moment anyway. He grunted, his breath tight and he moaned feeling his orgasm reach the point of no return. As he felt his load begin to spurt, Alec's mind went back to Sarina words again.
'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together.' Those words bounced around his mind as he watched the BBC claim the white girl before him, a soft moan escaping his lips as he weakly simulated the same tightness of her pussy with his hand, his loads dribbling out onto his fingers.
'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together.' Alec fell back onto his bed, sighing and breathing deep. The feelings of shame and weakness beginning to start. Yet Sarina's words seemed to gloss over his thoughts. The repeating of her words inside his head bringing some comfort to him as he pulled a face, seeing the sticky mess he'd made.
Chapter 6 - "Just say it..."
The early Sunday sun began to creep through Alec's blinds as he stirred in his bed. He grumbled to himself, turning over slightly and pulling the covers around him to shelter from the dawning of the day. He lay still for several minutes. "Shit." He grunted, finally giving into the urge to pee which had been keeping him from getting back to sleep. Tossing the sheets aside, he shuffled to his ensuite. Alec glanced at himself in the mirror, his dark hair had gotten long, brushing around his lower neck now. It was shaggy and unkempt but had always had a rather soft, fluffy quality to it. He grunted, giving a couple quick shakes before huddling beneath his covers once more. The damage was done though. He was awake and he lay back, grabbing his phone and beginning the endless scrolling. His feeds were rather incriminating. Endless thirst traps and 'suggestive' content. Alec felt his hand idlily move to his underwear, tugging the front down and running a few fingers across his cock. The cold morning wasn't doing much for his self-confidence. But of course, nowadays, only one thing really called to Alec when it came to masturbating. He'd been rationalizing it as science since his talk with Sarina at the gym. Firmly committing to their 'research'. He didn't want to risk losing her so quickly after finding someone who seemed to enjoy his company after all. Besides, as she'd suggested affirming. 'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together.'
Just a few taps of his phone and he was on Blacked's PornHub profile, peering through their catalog of scenes. So many of the titles were clearly geared to play into those with cheating fetishes. Alec didn't really quite get it. Wouldn't it hurt to see someone you love with someone else? But who was he to judge? Besides, Sarina had mentioned how cuckolding was an important element to lots of research in this sort of area. He quickly found a catching thumbnail and clicked. 'BLACKED Blonde College Girl PUNISHED by BBC'.
Alec shifted in his bed, wrapping a few fingers around his stiffening manhood. The head was already slick, the anticipation having him ready to leak before the video had even started. He didn't waste much time, skipping the step up, his early morning arousal demanding instant satisfaction. The petite blonde was pulled onto the male actor's lap, his hand landing hard on her ass, pawing it as he berated her. Alec sighed, already pumping his cock. The sight of a black man with a white woman, knowing what was coming next was trigger enough for him now. The stud grabbed the small black lines of the blonde's panties, tearing them from her body with a slight effort. It was primal. A dominant male claiming his prize. Alec whimpered with delight, barely registering how excited he was despite there being not real sex yet. On his phone screen, the black actor's hand came down several more times, spanking the blonde, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her round, pale ass with each strike. She squirmed and whined in twisted delight, even as her torn panties were stuff in her mouth. Moving on quickly, the blonde was soon presented next to her co-star, eagerly watching as he pulled down his pants, mimicking the same action Alec had performed minutes ago in his own bed but to a much more impressive reveal. His thick black cock stood free, the blonde leaning down and hungrily wrapping her lips and hand around the BBC before her. Alec, despite the mantra of 'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together' couldn't help but feel the distinct tinge of jealousy as he watched the blonde worship the cock before her. Perhaps his rather repressed, desperate sexual desire to finally lose his virginity, or experience his first blowjob triggered it. And yet, this jealous surge only seemed to make his cock twitch and leak more. Part of him sensed how poorly he compared to the stud on screen. To imagine his own, lithe, effeminate frame in place of the black actor was almost laughable. To have his slim, pale cock in place of the thick, dark manhood on screen, embarrassing. To hear his mewls and whimpers of delight instead of the deep grunts of approval the stud was making, a poor imitation. Not that Alec would be able to unpack such feelings of inadequacy. But it all stirred beneath the surface, fueling his desperate masturbation.
"Uhhh, fuck..." Alec huffed into his pillow, his hips now jerking in time with his hand. He left his phone on an angle atop his pillow, letting his other hand slip beneath his covers and slowly massage his balls. His fingers ran over his tight, smooth sack, toying softly with his small balls. The scene moved, the blonde jumping between the legs of her partner, sucking his cock with glee and running delicate fingers across his shaft and torse. She moved her attention lower, sucking and paying lust to the set of black balls before her. "It's okay to masturbate.." Alec barely whispered the start of the mantra, surprised at himself but feeling a shot of excitement from uttering the words aloud. He didn't know where that'd come from but his cock seemed to like it, straining and sending an electric like shiver through his body. "to black men and white women.." Alec continued, speaking the words in a husky, embarrassed whisper half into his pillow. He could feel the heat in his cheeks yet the small shivers of sexual which caused his toes to twitch and legs to kick in nervous joy and excitement encouraged him to go on. "together!" Alec exclaimed a little louder than intended, moaning as the scene changed in time to his proclamation. The blonde was lowering herself onto the BBC, facing the camera and pushing her ass towards the co-star in his seated position. Alec came as his eyes locked onto the sight, the combination of the visuals with his breath confession kicked him straight into an intense, premature orgasm. Before he could even try and stop it, his cock spurted two weak ropes into his bed sheets and across his fingers. He moaned in both pleasure and annoyance as he surrendered to feeling, ignoring the thoughts of clean up. His chest heaved as he gazed at the screen, the blonde still slowly riding her stud in reverse cowboy. His hair was slick and Alec wondered where the urge to speak out load had come from and why it had triggered such a visceral response in him.
At the same time Alec was desperately humping his hand to Blacked, across campus, Madison was also enjoying an early morning session. She had stirred with the sun as well, blinking gently. She was naked, the clothes from the night before littered around the bedroom floor. Marcus' sleeping form lay next to her, his dark skin contrasting her own pale form and the white sheets they were under. Madison smiled to herself a little. They'd been fucking for a week now. Everyday. Marcus' desire for her only matched by her growing hunger for him. An idea came to her. After a quick trip to the bathroom to tidy her hair and clean herself up slightly, Madison tiptoed back into her bedroom, slipping under the sheets at the end of the bed. She moved up between Marcus' legs, running her nails along his legs and up his thighs, raising him. He let out a half-awake sort of sound which changed to a soft sigh as Madison's hands wrapped around his cock. Even flaccid it was thick and impressive. Madison giggled to herself, jerking him softly under the covers before licking the underside of his cock. She repeated the movement, popping the head into her mouth before kissing her way back down. Her attention was rewarded, Marcus' black cock growing and standing up, even as he played at sleeping. "Look at this fat cock..." Cooed Madison, exaggeratedly. "So thick and perfect..." She mused, popping it back into her mouth and letting her tongue roll around the head several times.
"Fuck girl.." Marcus broke his false sleep, one hand rubbing his grinning face. "This is how all real men got to wake up. With a white girl's lips wrapped around them." He sucked in a breath and Madison obliged, putting several inches into her mouth and taking long, slow sucks before freeing him.
"Oh yeah? You like my pretty little lips.." Madison teased, still hidden by the sheets. She stuck her ass up from her lying position, wiggling it side to side. Its motion danced beneath the white covers, leaving Marcus to growl and toss aside the white bed sheets with a swift motion. Madison let out a little, delighted yelp. Her perfect, curvy form displayed for her lover's eyes. Marcus grinned down at her, letting her suck and worship him.
"That's it." He praised. "Fuck, you were born to suck black dick you know that?"
Madison let out a playful laugh, turning red as she softly jerked him, smiling coyly up at him. "Oh really? My *** would probably not want to know that." Marcus only grinned wider.
"That only makes it hotter. Some racist old fuck, thinking he's got the perfect princess ********. Yet here she is, sucking on some thick black dick."
"I'm such a disappointment huh?" Madison responded, her playfulness displayed in the glint within her eyes. She moved up now, resting her perfect E-cups around Marcus' cock, nestling him between her cleavage as she rested on his left thigh. Slowly she began to jerk him off with her breasts, her brown hair framing her features as she gazed at Marcus.
"I never said that. But you are a cute little snowbunny in the making. All I'm saying." He continued to lounge back, letting her please him as they trade comments.
"Hardly. You know you're my first black guy." Madison sighed, speeding up her titfuck. "Hardly a snowbunny."
"But I know you're not going to be racing back to any white boy now. Even if it isn't me. You know the saying. 'Once you go black'." Marcus countered.
"Shut up!" Madison laughed, abandoning her titjob and crawling up Marcus' frame. Her lips pressed against his firm pecs and along his neck. His hand came up and wrapped around her body.
"Oh am I just an experience huh? A way to get back at daddy?" His voice sounded suddenly serious, his eyes stern.
"What of course-" Madison tried to respond, a little shocked but then seeing the cheeky grin pulling at Marcus' face, seeing he was toying with her.
"Then prove it. Say 'Black lives matter'." Marcus commanded.
"Black lives matter." Madison responded a second later, a little flatly.
"Again. If you want me to fuck you, say like you mean it. You're not just using me are you?" Marcus slapped Madison on one of her ample ass cheeks. The sound was satisfying and her sharp intake of breath caused her body to quiver.
"Black lives matter." Madison said again, shaking a little with excitement.
"Again, with fucking meaning." Marcus spanked her again, his words only adding to the effect as his hand groped her.
"Black Lives Matter!" Madison cried, her cheeks red with both excitement and embarrassment.
"Good girl." Marcus grinned. His fingers slipping from her ass to explore her slit, feeling the excitement that had built already. Without warning he flipped her off him, reversing their position and spreading her legs with his knees. Madison yelped but giggled as Marcus kissed her hungrily, the two locking their figures together as he pressed himself inside her. Madison had attempted to get Marcus to wear protection their first time but found the stash of condoms she kept were even close to fitting for him. Sure, she was on birth control. But it paid to be careful. Yet any such notion had been left behind for several days now. She loved the feeling of having him inside her raw. The slight thrill of it only added to their chemistry.
"Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, kissing him once more.
"Say it again." Marcus asked, his voice low.
Madison obliged him with a laugh and leaned in close as he kept a slow pace. She kissed his ear, biting it slightly as she whispered in a husky need. "Black. Lives. Matter."
Sarina toyed with her pen, biting the end with nervous energy. She sat in her room, at her desk. Her laptop was open, waiting for a meeting. Several stacks of papers and note pads were standing tall around her. She leaned back in her chair, sighing slightly. This could be big. Her project with Alec was tracking nicely. The next steps in her experiment were jotted down among the main papers before her. Countless tightly written notes and additions were scrawled around the base theory. Not only was she pleased with the feedback Alec was giving but the potential for testing more ideas with him were starting to immerge. Her scope and ambition for the cause was only limited by the means at her disposal. She was eager to push Alec to his next assignment but knew he had further to go himself before giving him his next major step.
She was pulled from her wanderings by the sound of her laptop. A call incoming. Sarina quickly straightened up and answered. A blonde woman with piercing blue eyes and a subtle yet pretty face appeared. She was clearly in an old study, bookshelves and warm light were all around her.
"Hello?" The blonde woman spoke, a heavy accent to her words.
"Hi! Eva right? Sarina. A pleasure to finally meet you!"
"Oh, hello!" Eva smiled back, the nervousness fading from her face. "Good to meet you Sarina."
"It's honestly such a privilege. Your work, your papers. My professor gave them to me and it has inspired so much of what I want to do here." Sarina spoke quickly. Eva blushed. "So I hope you don't mind just, jumping in? I'd love to pick you brain..."
Just a few taps of his phone and he was on Blacked's PornHub profile, peering through their catalog of scenes. So many of the titles were clearly geared to play into those with cheating fetishes. Alec didn't really quite get it. Wouldn't it hurt to see someone you love with someone else? But who was he to judge? Besides, Sarina had mentioned how cuckolding was an important element to lots of research in this sort of area. He quickly found a catching thumbnail and clicked. 'BLACKED Blonde College Girl PUNISHED by BBC'.
Alec shifted in his bed, wrapping a few fingers around his stiffening manhood. The head was already slick, the anticipation having him ready to leak before the video had even started. He didn't waste much time, skipping the step up, his early morning arousal demanding instant satisfaction. The petite blonde was pulled onto the male actor's lap, his hand landing hard on her ass, pawing it as he berated her. Alec sighed, already pumping his cock. The sight of a black man with a white woman, knowing what was coming next was trigger enough for him now. The stud grabbed the small black lines of the blonde's panties, tearing them from her body with a slight effort. It was primal. A dominant male claiming his prize. Alec whimpered with delight, barely registering how excited he was despite there being not real sex yet. On his phone screen, the black actor's hand came down several more times, spanking the blonde, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her round, pale ass with each strike. She squirmed and whined in twisted delight, even as her torn panties were stuff in her mouth. Moving on quickly, the blonde was soon presented next to her co-star, eagerly watching as he pulled down his pants, mimicking the same action Alec had performed minutes ago in his own bed but to a much more impressive reveal. His thick black cock stood free, the blonde leaning down and hungrily wrapping her lips and hand around the BBC before her. Alec, despite the mantra of 'It's okay to masturbate to black men and white women together' couldn't help but feel the distinct tinge of jealousy as he watched the blonde worship the cock before her. Perhaps his rather repressed, desperate sexual desire to finally lose his virginity, or experience his first blowjob triggered it. And yet, this jealous surge only seemed to make his cock twitch and leak more. Part of him sensed how poorly he compared to the stud on screen. To imagine his own, lithe, effeminate frame in place of the black actor was almost laughable. To have his slim, pale cock in place of the thick, dark manhood on screen, embarrassing. To hear his mewls and whimpers of delight instead of the deep grunts of approval the stud was making, a poor imitation. Not that Alec would be able to unpack such feelings of inadequacy. But it all stirred beneath the surface, fueling his desperate masturbation.
"Uhhh, fuck..." Alec huffed into his pillow, his hips now jerking in time with his hand. He left his phone on an angle atop his pillow, letting his other hand slip beneath his covers and slowly massage his balls. His fingers ran over his tight, smooth sack, toying softly with his small balls. The scene moved, the blonde jumping between the legs of her partner, sucking his cock with glee and running delicate fingers across his shaft and torse. She moved her attention lower, sucking and paying lust to the set of black balls before her. "It's okay to masturbate.." Alec barely whispered the start of the mantra, surprised at himself but feeling a shot of excitement from uttering the words aloud. He didn't know where that'd come from but his cock seemed to like it, straining and sending an electric like shiver through his body. "to black men and white women.." Alec continued, speaking the words in a husky, embarrassed whisper half into his pillow. He could feel the heat in his cheeks yet the small shivers of sexual which caused his toes to twitch and legs to kick in nervous joy and excitement encouraged him to go on. "together!" Alec exclaimed a little louder than intended, moaning as the scene changed in time to his proclamation. The blonde was lowering herself onto the BBC, facing the camera and pushing her ass towards the co-star in his seated position. Alec came as his eyes locked onto the sight, the combination of the visuals with his breath confession kicked him straight into an intense, premature orgasm. Before he could even try and stop it, his cock spurted two weak ropes into his bed sheets and across his fingers. He moaned in both pleasure and annoyance as he surrendered to feeling, ignoring the thoughts of clean up. His chest heaved as he gazed at the screen, the blonde still slowly riding her stud in reverse cowboy. His hair was slick and Alec wondered where the urge to speak out load had come from and why it had triggered such a visceral response in him.
At the same time Alec was desperately humping his hand to Blacked, across campus, Madison was also enjoying an early morning session. She had stirred with the sun as well, blinking gently. She was naked, the clothes from the night before littered around the bedroom floor. Marcus' sleeping form lay next to her, his dark skin contrasting her own pale form and the white sheets they were under. Madison smiled to herself a little. They'd been fucking for a week now. Everyday. Marcus' desire for her only matched by her growing hunger for him. An idea came to her. After a quick trip to the bathroom to tidy her hair and clean herself up slightly, Madison tiptoed back into her bedroom, slipping under the sheets at the end of the bed. She moved up between Marcus' legs, running her nails along his legs and up his thighs, raising him. He let out a half-awake sort of sound which changed to a soft sigh as Madison's hands wrapped around his cock. Even flaccid it was thick and impressive. Madison giggled to herself, jerking him softly under the covers before licking the underside of his cock. She repeated the movement, popping the head into her mouth before kissing her way back down. Her attention was rewarded, Marcus' black cock growing and standing up, even as he played at sleeping. "Look at this fat cock..." Cooed Madison, exaggeratedly. "So thick and perfect..." She mused, popping it back into her mouth and letting her tongue roll around the head several times.
"Fuck girl.." Marcus broke his false sleep, one hand rubbing his grinning face. "This is how all real men got to wake up. With a white girl's lips wrapped around them." He sucked in a breath and Madison obliged, putting several inches into her mouth and taking long, slow sucks before freeing him.
"Oh yeah? You like my pretty little lips.." Madison teased, still hidden by the sheets. She stuck her ass up from her lying position, wiggling it side to side. Its motion danced beneath the white covers, leaving Marcus to growl and toss aside the white bed sheets with a swift motion. Madison let out a little, delighted yelp. Her perfect, curvy form displayed for her lover's eyes. Marcus grinned down at her, letting her suck and worship him.
"That's it." He praised. "Fuck, you were born to suck black dick you know that?"
Madison let out a playful laugh, turning red as she softly jerked him, smiling coyly up at him. "Oh really? My *** would probably not want to know that." Marcus only grinned wider.
"That only makes it hotter. Some racist old fuck, thinking he's got the perfect princess ********. Yet here she is, sucking on some thick black dick."
"I'm such a disappointment huh?" Madison responded, her playfulness displayed in the glint within her eyes. She moved up now, resting her perfect E-cups around Marcus' cock, nestling him between her cleavage as she rested on his left thigh. Slowly she began to jerk him off with her breasts, her brown hair framing her features as she gazed at Marcus.
"I never said that. But you are a cute little snowbunny in the making. All I'm saying." He continued to lounge back, letting her please him as they trade comments.
"Hardly. You know you're my first black guy." Madison sighed, speeding up her titfuck. "Hardly a snowbunny."
"But I know you're not going to be racing back to any white boy now. Even if it isn't me. You know the saying. 'Once you go black'." Marcus countered.
"Shut up!" Madison laughed, abandoning her titjob and crawling up Marcus' frame. Her lips pressed against his firm pecs and along his neck. His hand came up and wrapped around her body.
"Oh am I just an experience huh? A way to get back at daddy?" His voice sounded suddenly serious, his eyes stern.
"What of course-" Madison tried to respond, a little shocked but then seeing the cheeky grin pulling at Marcus' face, seeing he was toying with her.
"Then prove it. Say 'Black lives matter'." Marcus commanded.
"Black lives matter." Madison responded a second later, a little flatly.
"Again. If you want me to fuck you, say like you mean it. You're not just using me are you?" Marcus slapped Madison on one of her ample ass cheeks. The sound was satisfying and her sharp intake of breath caused her body to quiver.
"Black lives matter." Madison said again, shaking a little with excitement.
"Again, with fucking meaning." Marcus spanked her again, his words only adding to the effect as his hand groped her.
"Black Lives Matter!" Madison cried, her cheeks red with both excitement and embarrassment.
"Good girl." Marcus grinned. His fingers slipping from her ass to explore her slit, feeling the excitement that had built already. Without warning he flipped her off him, reversing their position and spreading her legs with his knees. Madison yelped but giggled as Marcus kissed her hungrily, the two locking their figures together as he pressed himself inside her. Madison had attempted to get Marcus to wear protection their first time but found the stash of condoms she kept were even close to fitting for him. Sure, she was on birth control. But it paid to be careful. Yet any such notion had been left behind for several days now. She loved the feeling of having him inside her raw. The slight thrill of it only added to their chemistry.
"Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, kissing him once more.
"Say it again." Marcus asked, his voice low.
Madison obliged him with a laugh and leaned in close as he kept a slow pace. She kissed his ear, biting it slightly as she whispered in a husky need. "Black. Lives. Matter."
Sarina toyed with her pen, biting the end with nervous energy. She sat in her room, at her desk. Her laptop was open, waiting for a meeting. Several stacks of papers and note pads were standing tall around her. She leaned back in her chair, sighing slightly. This could be big. Her project with Alec was tracking nicely. The next steps in her experiment were jotted down among the main papers before her. Countless tightly written notes and additions were scrawled around the base theory. Not only was she pleased with the feedback Alec was giving but the potential for testing more ideas with him were starting to immerge. Her scope and ambition for the cause was only limited by the means at her disposal. She was eager to push Alec to his next assignment but knew he had further to go himself before giving him his next major step.
She was pulled from her wanderings by the sound of her laptop. A call incoming. Sarina quickly straightened up and answered. A blonde woman with piercing blue eyes and a subtle yet pretty face appeared. She was clearly in an old study, bookshelves and warm light were all around her.
"Hello?" The blonde woman spoke, a heavy accent to her words.
"Hi! Eva right? Sarina. A pleasure to finally meet you!"
"Oh, hello!" Eva smiled back, the nervousness fading from her face. "Good to meet you Sarina."
"It's honestly such a privilege. Your work, your papers. My professor gave them to me and it has inspired so much of what I want to do here." Sarina spoke quickly. Eva blushed. "So I hope you don't mind just, jumping in? I'd love to pick you brain..."
Chapter 7 - The Interview
(Thanks to ILoveBlacked for the image. Wonderful to see Sarina's words coupled with the inspiration for this story.)
"Well, where to begin?" Eva said, leaning back slightly in her chair as she frowned in thought.
"How about the very start? What began your interest in the subject? What drove you to start studies in this rather niche area?" Sarina smiled broadly, practically vibrating with excitement. She had been wanting to discuss her research with Eva for a long time now. After all, the rather unassuming blonde on her laptop screen had been the catalyst for Sarina’s own intense fascination with studying how society was shifting. Several months ago, her professor had given her one of Eva’s papers. ‘Immigration's Effect on Swedish Dating Habits’ It was a rather dry piece about the increase of interracial relationships, a few thoughts and theories but nothing compared to what Eva would put out in time. These papers weren’t published or even public. Rather, Sarina’s professor who had a close connection with another teacher at Eva’s university had been given Eva’s papers to review. And in turn, with permission had forwarded them to Sarina. The second paper had been titled ‘The Gender Difference on Immigration’. Within, she had run a few surveys on people's opinions on immigration. Pro or against, general thoughts, concerns, positives or negatives etc.
‘The general population, for the most part, feels like immigration is a positive thing and are happy with more open immigration. However a distinct trend emerges when looking at the data through gender. Men of all ages were decidedly more against immigration from self described ‘third world’ countries and drew stricter delineations between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ migrants. Many felt young men from these countries should not be immigrating here but were more accepting of women from these countries. Meanwhile, women who were surveyed were much more open to all forms of immigration, with 89% being strongly pro and only 23% wanting a limited entry from ‘third world’ countries.”
“Well, I suppose it was just a part of the social studies courses. A dive into surveys around the uni and our partner campus, test simple ideas and learn how to collect data.” Eva offered with a small shrug. I had no idea how far it would go.”
“And you just happened to lean into demographic change?” Sarina posed.
“Yes, truthfully. It’s always a topical subject so I was curious if there was anything of note to it. If people were feeling a difference within everyday dating culture.”
“And you did, note a difference that is?” Sarina asked.
“Of course.” Eva beamed, “As the paper mentions. Young Swedish women between 18 to 28 who were sampled were seeing a rough 38% increase in interracial relationships with almost 98% being immigrants.”
“But not the case for men, correct?” Sarina was taking small notes as she spoke. Even though she had read the papers thoroughly, she was eager to draw out more of the details from Eva’s perspective.
“Correct. Young males had only experienced an increase of 5% in interracial relationships. With fewer being first generation immigrants than those with the women.”
“So women were the ones picking non-white partners?”
“Yes.” Eva nodded, a small smile pulling at her face. Sarina wasn’t being subtle about her line of questioning. “Or, they were more willing to accept being approached by these men.”
Sarina appreciated that Eva was not letting her bais corrupt her interpretation of the data. Not too much anyway.
“It was quite the jump to your next project though.” Sarina smirked, glancing at the extra tab she had open with a video file loaded.
“Oh goodness!” Eva said, turning a little red. She laughed slightly. “You mean the interviews?”
“Yes, I do.” Sarina said, enjoying the build. “What prompted you to go out and do them?”
Eva laughed again, nodding." 'Okay. Well, I guess I wanted more conclusive proof. More personal. The previous samples had been collected via online surveys, all private and anonymous. So going out in person felt a bit more real.”
Sarina agreed. The video in question was a number of interviews Eva had conducted on her campus, interviewing willing students. Sarina clicked play at the halfway point of the video tab she had. On screen a nervous looking Eva held her phone as a microphone, standing opposite a short and rather stunning brunette.
‘’So you are all for the new immigration reform?’ Eva asked the girl, their conversation having been going on for a moment.
‘Yes, fully. It helps our country in so many ways. Jobs, growth, culture.’ the brunette responded enthusiastically. ‘Those opposed are bitter about changing times and shifts in power! They are probably racist, insecure old men, afraid of a more diverse Sweden!’
Eva glanced at the camera, surprised but not displeased with her subject's heated answer.
Sarina skipped the video slightly, glancing at the real Eva with a wry grin. “Just reviewing it now actually.” The video continued.
Eva was now standing next to two blonde girls.
“So you are both in interracial relationships with black men?”
The girls nodded, laughing slightly.
“‘Do you feel like people are more accepting of that now? Any issues with the subject of immigration? Interracial relations are up since the reforms so maybe more normal now?”’
The girls thought about it for a second. “It’s mixed I think. Many young people don’t seem to notice or care. It doesn’t register. More progressive I think.” Said one.
“‘I don’t know. I feel like there are those, especially more conservative people who have a problem with it. Even younger people.” Said the other thoughtfully. “My ex was so against the reforms or migration. He would say so much racist stuff and he was a year younger than me.” She continued.
“And you’re happier now, away from all that?’’ Eva asked, more like a friend might than a professional interviewer.
“Yes!” The blonde responded firmly. “‘He was so insecure. And, I mean..” She finished, grinning wide. “He should be.”’ Her friend clasped her hands over her mouth while Eva laughed slightly. The same blonde who spoke held up her hands, a small gap between them before expanding them out, leaving a generous nine inches between them now. “You know?’
Sarina paused the video, amused. She focused on Eva again. “So you found those interviews useful?”
Eva considered for a second, cheeks still red from recalling her clumsy first attempts at interviewing people. “Enlightening certainly. But over no real use beyond some pleasant watching.”
Sarina smiled. “Do you mind if I jump forward some? To the main paper which caught my attention. The ‘Interracial Porns Effect of White Male Performance.’”
Eva leaned back in her chair. “Ahh, yes. Our first major study and first funded project too.”
“Truth be told, it is the study which led me to start really focusing on this area of interest. To experiment with my own research.” Sarina said.
“I am flattered.” Eva answered, a genuine look of satisfaction on her face upon hearing Sarina’s comments.
“If you could just, take me through the steps of how you ran the study. Anything which stood out or you would have changed.” Sarina was very attentive now, pen held tightly in her hand.
“Very well. The study was requested. Our sponsor layed out a number of requirements and what they were interested in learning. But they were very open to how we conducted the study. We sampled five-hundred young men, eighteen to thirty. All had not watched interracial content before. We wanted to establish a baseline for their sexual performance and ability. All were to perform a medical. We were looking at testosterone levels as well as sperm count and fertility. The tests for base performance were simple. We had all subjects masturbate to white on white pornography. Timed them till completion. Questions about preferences about desires were also asked. If they preferred women with natural or enhanced bodies, any body parts which had strong sexual connections for them. We also collected data on the size of penis and testicles of all subjects. All subjects were then instructed to watch interracial porn exclusively. Subjects with girlfriends or wives were not disallowed from intercourse, but strict adherence to only consume IR content while masturbating was clearly defined.” Eva paused, taking a sip from a bottle water by her side.
“Then, time. The content was moderated. Blacked and BlackedRaw were supplied to all subjects. Every two months we recalled the subjects to undergo the same tests as before, tracking progress. On month six, we concluded the study and well, you’ve seen the results.”
Sarina had been listening intently and pulled up the paper as Eva wrapped up.
“Remarkable results really. Did you expect it?” She asked.
“I had a hunch. This proved it.” Eva said, matter of factly. “To see such a significant effect of their performance was surprising though.”
“ ‘All subjects saw a dramatic decrease in sexual stamina, with almost ninety-two percent now classified as premature ejaculators(sub three minutes) post study.’” Sarina quoted the paper. “So much more here as well. Testosterone levels dropped, fertility was affected.” Sarina mused out loud, a faint smile on Eva’s face as she listened to the stats. “Here. eighty-seven percent of subjects recorded difficulty reaching full erection when observing white on white pornography post study period. Yet ninety-six percent easily achieved full arousal upon seeing interracial content. The remaining four percent were still able to reach climax despite lacking a strong erection.”
“Our sponsor was delighted with the results, I’m told.” Eva said, nodding along with Sarina’s reading. “Very pleased with our findings.”
“A full supporter of the cause then.” Sarina offered, her smile wide.
“Aren’t we both too?” Eva countered, laughing. “My curiosity also expanded beyond the study. I ran a little test on my boyfriend at the time as well. Much the same as the official study but with no limits or must haves for our sponsor.”
Sarina leaned forward at this, her eyes alight with excitement. “Oh? Tell.” She offered, containing herself.
Eva must have sensed her eagerness and only laughed. “I knew you’d be curious. All the same tests applied, minus the medical. He wasn't aware I was timing him. I was rather deep into my understanding of the new world around me by then too. He perhaps sensed things were changing so I ran with it, using our sex life as a vessel to experiment. Under the hood of ‘spicing things up’. So I would watch interracial with him. Encourage him. Talk dirty to him as he played with himself. I would run the tests and it was exciting to see his times fall and ability to get excited just for me dip. He was so stressed when his ability to perform began to fail so I made IR a large part of our sex lives. Told him not to be worried. That, I enjoyed it too.” Eva seemed lost in thought for a long moment, nostalgia clouding her mind. Then broke free.
Sarina sat and talked for almost two more hours after that. Getting every detail from Eva on her personal and more professional studies. It left her with a wealth of information. All of which she intended to use to great effect. Once she’d thanked Eva and finished the video call, Sarina leaned back and wondered to herself. What next? What to do with all this new found knowledge? Test. She would need to run some tests. And for that, she would need some subjects, suspecting or not. She had one already. Perhaps he could be used to find others too?
Grabbing her phone, Sarina quickly tapped out a text.
‘Hey Alec!...’
