To the beach
Ah, the sweet taste of freedom, the warm sun on my skin, and the salty air filling my lungs. I walked onto the beach, wearing one of my sexiest swimsuits, feeling like a million bucks. I spread out my towel on the warm sand and lay down, soaking up the sun's rays while scanning the beach for some eye candy.
Lord, have mercy! The beach was filled with handsome guys in swimsuits, and I couldn't help but salivate at the sight. My mind started racing with fantasies of being dominated by one of these gorgeous white men. I imagined myself on my knees, submitting to their every desire, while they gazed at me with hunger in their eyes. My cock began to throb with excitement, and I had to lick my lips to hide my growing arousal.
The more I watched these guys, the more I wanted to be their sex slave. Oh, to be commanded by a strong, handsome white man, forced to obey their every whim! My imagination ran wild, picturing a whole group of white friends, all gathered together, submitting to their desires, making the trip to the beach even hotter. I could almost hear their orders, "Get on your knees, Jamal... Suck my cock, Jamal... Take off your swimsuit, Jamal..."
My erection grew, straining against my swimsuit, and I had to turn over onto my stomach to hide it. But even that didn't stop my daydreams. I continued to lose myself in fantasies of being dominated, my body and especially my ass, all theirs for the taking. I was their toy, their plaything, and I reveled in the thought of being used and pleasured by these handsome white men.
As the day wore on, the crowd began to thin out, and I reluctantly packed up my towel and headed home, a little disappointed that no white guy had approached me. A few hot girls had come up to me, asking for help with sunscreen, but I politely declined, my heart not in it. I prefer men, and my desire for a dominant white partner was too strong to settle for anything else.
As I walked off the beach, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. Why couldn't I find someone to fulfill my deepest desires? Was it too much to ask for a handsome white man to take me under his command, to dominate and pleasure me? I sighed, knowing it was a long shot, but a boy could dream, right?
I got home, dropped my towel on the floor, and headed straight for the shower. The warm water did little to quell my arousal, and I found myself stroking my cock, imagining those white guys from the beach, their eyes on me, their hands on me, their cocks inside me. I closed my eyes, lost in the fantasy, my body responding to the touch of my own hand, my mind still on the beach, with those gorgeous white men.
As I came, I let out a sigh of relief, my body still trembling with desire. I knew it wouldn't be easy to find someone to fulfill my fantasies, but I was willing to wait, to keep searching, to keep dreaming. Maybe someday, I'll find that handsome white man, who'll take me under his command, and make all my wildest dreams come true. Until then, I'll keep fantasizing, keep hoping, and keep searching.