Im so fucking obsessed guys, it's bad. Ive never considered myself gay, ive only been with women, but i find myself lusting after black cock itself, not just the girls. I constantly think about downloading grindr and meeting up with a black guy in my town. Id be so nervous, my heart would be pounding out of my chest. Over a black man! Why would i be nervous to meet a man? It's ridiculous, but i would be. Seeing men kissing typically repulses me, but when i think about meeting a black man in a dark bedroom, i start feeling like a swooning school girl; imagining him grabbing me by the hips, pulling me in close with his muscular arms, holding me against his sturdy chest and giving me deep passionate kisses with his big lips while he reaches a hand down the back of my pants and starts playing with my asshole. I'd feel his 7 inch cock harden against my stomach and id be unable to contain the shock and awe on my face. I'd be shaking with a mix of excitement and anxiety as he'd push me against the bed and strip my underwear down to my ankles. My dick would still be flaccid, and he'd smack his bulging cock against it in comparison like in pic related. That'd be perhaps the most emasculating part (well, other than him taking my anal virginity). A real man's cock, side by side with mine, slapping it into submission. He wouldn't even need to say anything. The scene itself is evident enough. Next to him, i look like a little boy, with a little boy penis. But soon i wouldn't even be able to call myself a boy anymore, as he'd spit in his hand, and start rubbing his cockhead against the entrance of my puckered virgin asshole. He'd turn me into a girl. His girl. And I'd be squealing like a bitch as penetrates me, plunging into where no man has been before. I'd latch onto him tight as i could, desperate for the warmth and comfort of his body as his cock tears apart my insides. Id lock my legs around his clenched buttocks, subconsciously trying to bring him even deeper in me, to get him to pump me even harder. Trying to cope with the unbearable ecstasy, my hands, unable to settle on any one spot, would rush from his broad shoulders, to his ass, and then back up to his head. He'd embrace me like i was the most precious thing in the world to him, and bury his face in my neck, nibbling away, giving me hickies, and whispering to how good im being for him. We'd kiss again and again, strings of spit forming between our lips, the movement of his hips getting faster and faster. My ass would be on fire, my hole pulsating, but id keep taking it all for him. I'd build up to a shuddering prostate orgasm, and loose a scream that my neighbors would comprehend as that of a bitch in heat. Pools of watery cum would pour from my still soft dicklet, mixing in with the sweat already collected between our contrasting color abdomens, and further lubricating my lover's animalistic thrusting. He'd finally allow himself to release his massive load inside me; ounces of thick sperm coating the surface area of my colon; the pulsing of his cock matched by my sphincter, greedily clenching around it. He wouldn't pull out right away. We'd lay there, hugging, and he'd give me tender kisses, while i feel his seed start to drip out of my asshole towards the bedsheets. I wouldn't want to let him go. I'd feel incomplete without him inside me. I cant call myself a man anymore; he took away my masculinity. So i need his manhood to feel whole again. Fuck. I didn't even mean to type all that, i just kept thinking of things and kept going. Im not gay btw... What's wrong with me