![]() Soon our shirts were off and again I could not help but notice the bronzed black upper torsos of my friends. It was an extremely hot and dry summer’s day and we headed for the river to cool off under the shade of the willow trees that grew on the banks. Growing up among them I spoke their language fluently. Thembu was the eldest, 16 years old and I was the youngest 13 years old. The African boys were older and bigger than me and from morning until night we explored and played together on the vast farm. ![]() I grew up on a farm in Africa, a white boy with black friends. This was the start of my life journey of interracial sexual pleasure be it gay, bisexual or straight. This is about my first interracial experience as a teen, black on white, the awe and envy of the size of the black boy’s cocks, the mocking at the first time sighting of my small white cock, my humiliation and ecstasy of the interracial episode.
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