"You a quiet one," he said, his tone sounding much more serious than before, "Are you just a shy little white boy, or does this black dick have you at... a loss for words?I silently stared at my shoes. Just a few minutes ago, all I was doing was putting on these shoes. One was still untied. I felt nervous. I couldn't answer his last question. I was totally straight, just going to the gym. But I think his big black dick had me at a loss for words. "Ok white boy," he sounded agitated, "Look up.. .. you know ... it might have ... like ... dribbled a bit, you know?" How would I know? I'm only a schoolkid, what would I know about screwing?" Her eyes were like saucers. "Let's assume you got her pregnant then. That's a nuisance. And how disappointing, too!" What d'you mean?" Well, when you give me a baby ... or whenever anyone does, for that matter ... I want it to be a memorable experience, not an accidental dribble." She looked so indignant, Russ had to laugh. He took her hand without. "I'm...I'm yours, Brother Dexter," I said out loud again. I'd emphasized the word 'yours' deliberately.Then I said: "My wife is carrying your baby. I've watched it grow inside of her everyday since you and she conceived it together. I remember that day so clearly. You were wonderful with her. And your fertile seed is now about to bear fruit. I am excited for that day."I stood there stroking my cock for a while longer in silence, and then I said: "I'm going to come. As I do, I want to reaffirm. It was now or never and there was no doubt that it would be the 'now' asDavid quickly undid his belt, popped the button and tugged down the zipof his cargo pants dropping them to the floor, stepping out of them ashe kicked them to the side. He yanked off his blue polo shirt and sentit to join his trousers on the floor in the corner of the room.Standing in only his feminine underwear he didn't even pause to considerthe reflection in the counter top mirror of his slender, hairless framedressed in.