It is a short sex story that focuses on several differences between the two characters be it, color, size, age, and authority. Skinny White Boy with Cream is the fifth book I read by Bobbi Mare.
The skinny white boy will eventually find himself coming daily to service this black alpha and get his cream! Something new for him that he had never done before, but at the same time it is something that didn’t feel wrong to him. What the boy was not expecting was the kind of service this tough man would order him to do. He just obeys this black alpha to see where fate is taking him. The fragile twink cannot resist the man’s authority over him. One day while this twink is on his way to his usual coffee shop, a black man who is standing in the doorway of his house orders him to come and do some kind of work. "Skinny White Boy with Cream" is an interracial work of hardcore straight-to-gay erotica, intended for adults only, featuring a dominant black man, a submissive white twink, first-time sexual exploration, and (just maybe) the potential for romance.Ī skinny white boy is hypnotized by an alpha black man. but you’ll have to read my story to read to find out more. I wasn't gay, not even bi-curious, but after a single afternoon of filling that prescription, I wouldn’t be able to call myself straight either.Īnd that’s not where it ended. It was too much to ask, especially of a complete stranger, but there was something irresistible about him. He wanted to get on my knees, take him in my mouth, and swallow every ebony drop. I just stood there, staring, with my mouth hanging open, unable to process what was happening.
A prescription for daily treatment too, only it's a tough prescription to fill.” Words completely failed me in the face of his impossible mass of manhood. “Get your white butt over here,” he yelled from across the street. He had a well-trimmed goatee on his chin, but his head was shiny and bald. He was a big guy, like a football player who’d softened a bit in his retirement, but still powerfully built. It was my lunch hour, and I was walking through the neighborhood, on my way to the coffee shop for my skinny vanilla latte, when I heard a holler of, “Hey, white boy!” I turned to find a middle-aged black man standing in the doorway of one of the new townhomes.
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