The Conversion Class

"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 ******** 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?