Last Class

Noah had always been a bit of an outsider. Growing up in Sweden, he had always felt like he didn't quite fit in with the other boys. He was small and slender, with delicate features and a quiet, introspective personality. And, as he would soon discover, he was also different in another way that would set him apart from his peers.

As he made his way to his last class of the day, Noah couldn't help but notice the crowds of students gathered around the classroom. This course, BNWO 101, was incredibly popular, with students from other schools even coming to attend, even if it meant only watching through the closed doors window.

As he took his seat and the lecture began, Noah's ears perked up at the sound of the course description: "In this class, we will talk about black history, how we can pay black reparations to make things right, and other things of this great matter. This class is not only for women, but for men too. Women will learn how to serve and men will learn how to make women in their life serve."

Noah raised his hand, unable to contain his curiosity. "Serve? What does that even mean?"

The professor smiled kindly at him. "Ah, you must be Noah. Do not worry, I will show everything with practical examples. Today's lesson will be about serving black kings with your mouth."

What followed was a shocking and surreal lesson that Noah would never forget. The professor turned on the projector, which showed a video of a woman pleasuring a black man. Noah watched in stunned silence as the professor explained the importance of paying black reparations with their bodies, and demonstrated the proper techniques for sucking a man's cock.

As the video played, Noah couldn't help but feel his own body reacting to the explicit display. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face flushing as he tried to conceal his growing arousal. He was not the only one affected; all around him, he could see his classmates becoming visibly turned on. Women were touching themselves, men were grinding on their desks, and a low murmur of moans and sighs filled the room.

Noah's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn't sure how to react. But as he watched the professor on the screen, expertly pleasuring the black man, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing.

As the class left, Noah quickly stood up and followed, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't shake the image of the professor from his mind, and he knew that he had to see more. He snuck back into the classroom, hoping to find some answers.

But as he entered, he was met with a surprise. The professor was still there, sitting at her desk with a look of satisfaction on her face. She looked up and smiled as Noah entered.

"Ah, I see you couldn't resist coming back for more," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I don't blame you. There's something incredibly powerful about serving a black king in this way. It's a way of paying tribute, of showing your respect and admiration. And, if I'm being honest, it's also incredibly hot."

Noah felt his face flush as the professor spoke. He knew she was right, but he also knew that this was something he had never even considered before. He was a white Swedish boy, with a small penis and a feminine frame. He had always felt different, and he had never imagined that he could be a part of something like this.

But as the professor stood up and approached him, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She was confident and self-assured, and there was something about her that made him feel safe and accepted.

"Come here, Noah," she said, her voice gentle. "Let me show you something."

As she led him to the front of the classroom, Noah's heart raced. He had no idea what was going to happen, but he knew that he wanted to be a part of it.

The professor turned to face him, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Noah, I want you to know that you are welcome here. You are a part of this, and you have just as much to offer as anyone else. And, if you're willing, I would like to help you explore this side of yourself."

Noah felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as the professor spoke. He had never felt so seen, so accepted, and he knew that he wanted to take the next step.

As the professor helped him undress, Noah felt a sense of liberation wash over him. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was truly being himself, without fear or judgement.

And as the professor took him in her mouth, he knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would change his life forever.

As the days and weeks passed, Noah found himself becoming more and more comfortable with his newfound identity. He attended every class, eager to learn more about black history and how he could pay his own reparations. And, with the professor's guidance, he explored his own desires and limits, learning to embrace his femininity and his love of serving black men.

It wasn't always easy, and there were moments when Noah struggled with self-doubt and fear. But through it all, the professor was there, offering her support and guidance. She helped him see that he was not alone, and that there were others like him who had found joy and fulfillment in serving black kings.

And as Noah looked to the future, he knew that he had found his place. He was a part of something bigger than himself, something that mattered. He was paying his reparations, and he was doing it in the most meaningful way he knew how.

As he walked through the crowded halls of the university, Noah couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and belonging. He was a white Swedish boy with a small penis and a feminine frame, and he was proud of it. He was a part of BNWO 101, and he was serving black kings. And there was nowhere else he would rather be.