I feel dirty for even having the thoughts that are running through my head, but what can I do? I have no control over my brain, especially the part that creates elaborate fantasies while I’m sleeping. See, these dreams (or fantasies, or nightmares) began about two years ago and they’ve persisted ever since then. The dream usually happens at least twice a week and now they’ve been taking over my waking thoughts as well. I can’t escape from it, and I’m beginning to think it’s time that I stop trying to.

Here’s the thing: Two years ago I had an interracial gay sex dream that involved two black guys and me (a white guy) in a motel room. We were all naked and they were fucking me from both ends. That was all I remembered from the first dream, but since then almost everything has come into focus to transform this thing into a full blown fantasy. I’ve even started masturbating to it, pleasuring myself while I close my eyes and live this fantasy in my head. Let me lay it all out for you, narrative style.

I’m sitting at my computer browsing Craigslist when I get the genius idea to post a wanted ad asking for two black guys who’d like to double team a white boy. The post is pretty explicit and I even include a picture of my cock and balls, just to let everyone know that I mean business. Within ten minutes I’ve received a response from two guys who call themselves Carl and Byron. They say we can meet at a local Motel 6 in an hour, they’ll book the room. I email them back and commit to the meeting. I wait thirty minutes and then head over, getting there a little bit before the scheduled arrival time so I can scope out the both of them before I fully get into this. I want to make sure I’m not going to be getting boned by two 350lb dudes.

I’m in the parking lot for about ten minutes when a Camaro pulls in and two well built, good looking black guys get out. They both look very muscular, enough so that I practically jump out of the car and offer myself in the parking lot, something I manage to resist before making a fool of myself. As Carl and Byron leave the check in office and head to room 14 my cell phone rings. It’s them telling me which room to go to once I arrive. After I hang up with them I give it another five minutes and then knock on the door.

Carl answers the door and simply smiles, not saying anything. I see Byron emerge from the bathroom, already naked, and he’s clearly ready to talk.

“Are you ready for a good time boy? I can’t wait to fuck that pretty white ass of yours. I’m gonna fill you up good with my dick here,” he says while waving his semi hard cock back and forth. “Why don’t you come over here and suck my cock. Get on your knees and blow me baby.”

I follow his directions without any questions and soon I’m on my knees in front of him, totally naked, with his cock in my hand. I’m stroking it softly, trying to bring it to full hardness before I use my mouth on it. As it grows I can see it’s going to be quite large, the biggest I’ve ever seen by far. His fully erect cock is an incredible 9” long, a very impressive piece of cockmeat. Not to be deterred by his mammoth size I forge onward, taking his flared cockhead into my mouth and running my tongue back and forth over the sensitive underside. Byron places a guiding hand on the back of my head and begins to gently fuck himself into my mouth, sliding his cock deeper into my warm canal with each thrust. Soon he’s poking the back of my throat and setting of my gag reflex. This only seems to delight him more though as he laughs each time I choke on his massive member. When he finally pulls out there’s a long trail of spit and precum going from my mouth to the tip of his cock.

At that moment I feel another hand on my head, a hand that turns out to be Carl’s. He’s directing my mouth towards his own cock and the spit hanging from my mouth serves as a nice lubricant, helping to ease his equally large member into my oral canal. By this point I’m living only to serve these two well built black men and I’m delighting in the oral punishment I’m receiving. Carl is now fucking his cock into my mouth with delight; his head is staring at the ceiling as he pounds the back of my throat.

“Let’s get him onto the bed,” I hear Byron say. I guess it’s time to get to the real reason we’re here.

I feel four hands grip me tightly and place me on the bed. I’m lying on my stomach but I know enough to guess that they’re going to want me on my hands and knees. After I re-align myself Carl once again sticks his cock in my mouth and Byron slides himself into my waiting ass. The initial penetration is a little shocking to say the least, but soon I’m into the rhythm of it and I’m fucking back at his long dong while sucking on Carl’s cock with each thrust.

After only five minutes of ass pounding Byron blows his load, filling my bowels with his hot sticky semen. As soon as he pulls out I can feel it leaking out of my, falling onto the bedspread. After Carl sees his friend finish he comes to his own orgasm, filling my mouth and throat with his spunk. I try my best to swallow it down but some leaks out the side of my mouth; occupational hazard I guess. After I clean up as much as I can Byron tells me to take a shower and prepare for round two, because we’re going to be here all night long.

See how detailed that gay interracial sex is? I’ve been imagining it for so long that it’s become time to take some action. So, sometime this week I’m going to post a wanted ad on Craigslist to see if I can find myself two black studs to fuck me just like in my fantasy. I can only hope it works out that well.

Mike,Seattle, WA