“She will meet you there tomorrow at 8 PM.” I looked at the line I had just typed for a few minutes, felt my cock throb and my chest ache, and then pushed send. How I got to this point is a story in itself, but let me share some of the highlights.
Looking back, I think I always had the roots of this fetish in me. When I was younger I didn’t know it. I was actually a pretty jealous boyfriend and was even kind of paranoid about cheating. I do remember discovering interracial porn and having many good wanks in college… oddly thinking about sending my girlfriend over to the two black football players across the hall and what they would do to her.
The girlfriend eventually did something that broke us up. She spent a few weeks as a camp counselor. There were two groups of kids with a day in between, so there were just the “grown ups” at the camp for a night. The other counselors, five guys college age to 40’s, had a bet going that they would see her in full frontal nudity before the camp was over for the summer. She found out about it and of course was offended (or at least wanted to be) but apparently was more intrigued and a little flattered than anything else.