Giftboy says…

[Giftboy]

Is just me, but do men of colour take your body in a way that separates them from others? Let me explain. I’ve been with different white, indulging in an anal sexual encounter. I found some of them apologetic for what was brewing between me and him. I find sometimes when I let out a little squeal, because my Top is causing me some discomfort, they often stop and apologise for the hurt or discomfort they are causing me. Others, in my experience, ask me for permission to engage with me: “Do you mind if I do…”, “Could I fuck/do it in this manner…”, “l am want to do…to you, but if you don’t want me to then just tell me.” These moments turn me off. Now, men of colour, again, the ones I’ve had anal sex with seem to just take you, full stop. I will give you an exmple. One of the seven men of colour I’ve had anal and oral sex with, really proved this to me. I took him home to my place, knowing the outcome would be me surrendering my body to him for his gratification. This man of colour showed his total authority over me by using hand and body gestures to tell me what to do. I was standing before him,dressed. He made the gesture of undoing a zip and then a click of fingers, which told me to undress, which I did. I now stood naked before this six feet, six inch man. He came over to me, looked at me and tapped my shoulders, which signalled he wanted me on my knees. I did so, which pleased him. My stomach was in knots, my nipples were screaming to be fondled and my anus was aware of its coming penetration. I sweated and goosebumped at this man’s unspoken authority. He swayed his hips, which told me to take out his cock , which I did, trembling. I knew what to do. Yes, put its head in my mouth in eager anticipation of a throat fuck. Which happened. When it came to anal. This man lifted off the floor, took me to the bedroom, lubricated himself, grabbed my ankles and put my legs on his shoulders, and proceeded to fuck me in this position. It wasn’t a porno style of a fuck. No, no violent plummeting of my hole, but a measured pumping of me. In this position he fucked me for nearly an hour and had at least ten inches of his thirteen ensconced in my well stretched hole. I felt pain throughout, which he was aware of, which seemed to please him. Did he apologise? No. No doubt he knew pain was a part of the anal intercourse we were involved in. He looked down at me, with a small smile on his face, knowing he was fucking me into submission to his needs of me. When he ejaculated his ropes of semen in me, I could only whisper, in a trembling voice: “Thank you.”

 

[Giftboy]

This man of colour, knew my place, knew what he was wanting from me, knew how to extract it from my willing body, like it was his right and role with and over me.
Why are some white Tops afraid they may hurt you or upset you with their special needs of you and most men of colour just do it?

 

[Bearsleeve]

Is just me, but do men of colour take your body in a way that separates them from others? Let me explain. I’ve been with different white, indulging in an anal sexual encounter. I found some of them apologetic for what was brewing between me and him. I find sometimes when I let out a little squeal, because my Top is causing me some discomfort, they often stop and apologise for the hurt or discomfort they are causing me. Others, in my experience, ask me for permission to engage with me: “Do you mind if I do…”, “Could I fuck/do it in this manner…”, “l am want to do…to you, but if you don’t want me to then just tell me.” These moments turn me off. Now, men of colour, again, the ones I’ve had anal sex with seem to just take you, full stop. I will give you an exmple. One of the seven men of colour I’ve had anal and oral sex with, really proved this to me. I took him home to my place, knowing the outcome would be me surrendering my body to him for his gratification. This man of colour showed his total authority over me by using hand and body gestures to tell me what to do. I was standing before him,dressed. He made the gesture of undoing a zip and then a click of fingers, which told me to undress, which I did. I now stood naked before this six feet, six inch man. He came over to me, looked at me and tapped my shoulders, which signalled he wanted me on my knees. I did so, which pleased him. My stomach was in knots, my nipples were screaming to be fondled and my anus was aware of its coming penetration. I sweated and goosebumped at this man’s unspoken authority. He swayed his hips, which told me to take out his cock , which I did, trembling. I knew what to do. Yes, put its head in my mouth in eager anticipation of a throat fuck. Which happened. When it came to anal. This man lifted off the floor, took me to the bedroom, lubricated himself, grabbed my ankles and put my legs on his shoulders, and proceeded to fuck me in this position. It wasn’t a porno style of a fuck. No, no violent plummeting of my hole, but a measured pumping of me. In this position he fucked me for nearly an hour and had at least ten inches of his thirteen ensconced in my well stretched hole. I felt pain throughout, which he was aware of, which seemed to please him. Did he apologise? No. No doubt he knew pain was a part of the anal intercourse we were involved in. He looked down at me, with a small smile on his face, knowing he was fucking me into submission to his needs of me. When he ejaculated his ropes of semen in me, I could only whisper, in a trembling voice: “Thank you.”

i worked in a large hotel with a gay boss. after about a week there I was sent to a room by the desk clerk, with the master key i had i opened and went inside/ in the bedroom i found my boss with a hard twelve naked on the bed
join me he said so i stripped and got in with. he deep throated me for awhile then lubed me and penetrated my ass and got the whole thing in me after about an hour

 

[tristantrotsky]

This man of colour, knew my place, knew what he was wanting from me, knew how to extract it from my willing body, like it was his right and role with and over me.
Why are some white Tops afraid they may hurt you or upset you with their special needs of you and most men of colour just do it?

You were lucky to have found such a focused 'friend'.
But in my experience it's not down to race or colour, simply attitude, some guys recognise the need in you, and assume the dominant role because it comes natural to them, and you are grateful