I go inside

I decided yes! I wanted more. I wanted Mr. Smith to fuck me again. I wanted to talk to him again. I wanted to be around his powerful body. I wanted to smell his manly scent. I wanted to see his amazing big black cock!

So, I gingerly pulled on the sliding glass door, half expected it to be locked. It wasn’t of course, and I stepped inside. I looked around, and everything was the same. The kitchen and bar seating was still to my left, and long grey sofa was still on my right. Then I looked down. Still here, I thought as I stripped naked, exposing my soft white flesh. I took off my shoes and folded my clothes, putting them along with my backpack into the pink box Mr. Smith had left for me yesterday.

Just like that, I was completely naked in my black neighbor’s house, and a little bit cold. The air conditioning was on, and I got a bit of a chill. I rubbed my arms together and felt my nibbles getting hard. The cold air nipped at my balls and little penis. It felt exciting, like I was breaking the rules but in a good way.

I just stood, naked, for a moment waiting for Mr. Smith, but I didn’t hear anything. I took a few steps forward into the room. “Sir?” I called. “Mr. Smith?” But I didn’t get an answer.

I walked over to one of the bar stools and thought about sitting down but decided I would look around instead. So I walked past the kitchen, and down the hall in front of me. My bare feet gently padded on the ground, while my soft penis flopped lightly. These were the only sounds I could hear. On the walls were pieces of Africa art, at least they looked Africa, African inspired at least.

I stopped to look at a black and white photo of some tribes people. The men were barely clothed, and I could see their long, hanging cocks. Yummy, I thought to myself before moving on. Before coming out into the foyer, I noticed a color picture of Mr. Smith. It looked like he was in… Africa maybe? Somewhere rural. He was very professorial, glasses and a button-down shirt. He was with what I guessed were students, all white, and some African tribals people.

I kept walking and came into the foyer. The front door was in front of me, with more rooms and some stairs spreading out to my left and right. “Sir? Are you here?” I called. Again, no answer.

I walked left into a large living room, and I noticed a very cluttered desk. I went over and saw dozens of books, notebooks, pictures, etc. “This must be a home office,” I mumbled, picking up one of the notebooks. It had the same picture from the wall, Mr. Smith and some white students in an Africa village. I opened the notebook and began reading.

Day one, my Caucasian test subjects are all experiencing the expected emotions and reactions. They are all embarrassed and find it difficult to navigate the village, seeing as how the locals go around mostly in the nude. Recorded interviews with the test subjects confirm …

Day four, 100% of the Caucasian females have already had sexual intercourse with the local black males. This is faster than expected. Previous groups needed at least seven days to reach 100%. Interviews with the Caucasian females confirm …

Day five, the Caucasian pussy boys are all reporting feelings of shame, embarrassment, depression, and anxiety. No sexual encounters have occurred yet; however, they are all aware the Caucasian female test subjects have had sexual intercourse with the locals. Interviews confirm that since arriving no sexual intercourse has occurred between the Caucasian females and the Caucasian pussy boys. Interviews confirm all romantic relationships between the Caucasian test subjects have ended.

Day six, several Caucasian pussy boys came to me asking to return home. They still believe we are conducting sociological field research. I denied their request to leave and encouraged them to …

Day seven, some of the Caucasian pussy boys participated in games and other competitive activities with the local black men. As expected, the pussy boys lost every competition. During interviews, I was pleased with how low their self-esteem has fallen.

Day eight, interviews with the Caucasian females confirms frequent sexual contact with the locals. 100% of the Caucasian female test subjects report 0% sexual interest in Caucasians. They have been effectively converted to black cock sluts …

Day nine, today there was a breakthrough with one of the Caucasian pussy boys. Through positive encouragement, he was led to have a sexual experience with one of the local black males. This pussy boy reports positive feels towards his experience in particular and big black cocks in general. He has already shared his experience with the other pussy boys …

I put the notebook down and looked over the desk. There were many other notebooks just like it. “This must be Mr. Smith’s research,” I mumbled. I put the notebook down and walked back into the foyer. I turned to look up the stairs when I heard the front door opening behind me.

The door swung wide open and sunlight poured it. “Ah! Boy, I had almost forgotten you were coming over today,” Mr. Smith said coming inside, followed by my math teacher, Mr. Johnson.