Owning The River Family Tom Pt 01

The following is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life, or real people. All characters are over 18+ at all points in the story. It is fantasy and should be taken as such. The whole series features gay and straight sex, race play, BNWO, Black superiority, White inferiority content, these are in, implied, or referenced in almost every chapter so I'm not going to list those, however it also has many fetishes, some of them are as follows, spanking, cbt, ballbusting, sph, cuckolding, watersports, incest in other arcs, and others. All fetishes will be marked in the chapters they appeared for those who don't enjoy those as a heads up.

This story features both straight and gay sex. However it is from the POVs of the White males. And focuses more on the gay/bi-curious side, with the women being a smaller part of the story. This is just a heads up, that it is one big old box of bi-sex.

If you don't like something that happened in the story, either skip that section, ignore it, or don't read. Life is too short to read something that offends or upsets you. Spend it doing things you enjoy.

While the dynamic in the story is more or less leaning towards the healthy side. Please remember this is fiction. Just because something works in fiction doesn't mean it would in real life. Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Your life has value and meaning, don't let anyone take that away. That said, enjoy and I hope this fictional work helps you get off.

The following chapter fetish warning includes:

Cuckolding

Chastity

Owning the River Family - Tom - The Man of the House Part 1

It all started when I bonded with the new guy on the site. Lawton was a small suburb town far away from the cities of Austin or Dallas. A town that used to be fields and White cowboys only years back. Now it was a little more diverse, we had a few of everything, but still predominantly White. Our construction company was like that too, almost all White guys, but a few Latino, Native American, Asian, and Arab men. But Darnell was the first Black man, first of many, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

When Darnell was hired, the boss decided that he wanted all the guys to feel comfortable with each other, so he came up with this kooky idea of having us get matched up to be gym buddies for a few weeks and then swap around the pairings. The idea was we'd all bond with each other. We were all forced to get a gym membership at this certain little known gym. Yes, the cheapskate had us pay for it, despite it being his idea and being mandatory.

We were split up so the figures matched 1 White man, to 1 of another race, Black, Asian, Arab, Latino, Native American, you get the picture. We all figured the boss had this in mind for a while, but wanted the figures to match up, so when Darnell was hired it finally became a policy. We ribbed Darnell for that, saying thanks to him we all had to hit the gym.

We all got along fine, so we really didn't understand the point of this. Sure, we weren't the best of friends, or really wanted to go out with each other for a drink often, but things on the site went fine and we were all friendly. Though our complaints fell on deaf ears as the boss would just say 'it is so we all learn about each other.' This wasn't the first time he'd done something crazy like this, so being a man who'd been in the company for a long time I knew I just had to grin and bear it until the boss thought it worked, or got bored of it. It just meant I had to hit the gym with a co-worker after all.

It wasn't that bad though, and honestly now I'm sure all us White guys are thankful and it changed everything for us, but once again getting ahead, way, way ahead.

Darnell and I had managed to find a time that worked for both of us. He was a young single Black man in his late twenties, and all my kids had already left the house, so we both had pretty open schedules.

Now, I don't want to brag or anything, but for a man at 42 I'd kept myself in very good shape, still had a six pack and so on. It was one thing I had pride in, my good looks, and sexy smile, as I was told.

While I kept myself more on the toned side with more focus on the slim, but packing, Darnell was the muscular kind, his muscles were far bigger than mine. So I wasn't surprised when he was benching and lifting way heavier than I was.

But it was once our workout was finished that the differences really took shape. We went to the locker room all sweaty from our intense workout, we'd both gone further than we needed, probably to show off for Darnell's case, and for me to not look like a weakling in front of this man as old as my oldest son.

"Good workout. I'm a little beat, it was nice having someone to lift with." I said when we headed over to our lockers. And honestly I meant it.

"Same to you. I didn't expect you to be able to lift that much." Darnell said.

"I'm not that old."

"Oh, I can see that." Darnell laughed as he stripped off his muscle shirt and then basketball shorts and boxers with one go.

I couldn't help but stare at all his muscles. He really was built like a bodybuilder, no wonder he beat the pants off me.

"You ready to shower and head home? I'm sure your wife is missing you." Darnell said with a laugh walking past me to the showers.

I thought about Nancy for just a moment. Our marriage was fine, the typical boring marriage. We loved each other, but there wasn't much fire burning. I stripped out of my t-shirt, pants, and fruit of the loom white briefs, and headed off to join Darnell.

"Didn't realize I was back in gym class." I said, rolling my eyes, as I saw that the shower room was just a communal shower, and not even that big of one, just 4 shower heads, so you'd always be near another man.

I wasn't a prude or anything, I'd been involved in sports and the like, so being naked near other guys wasn't strange to me. Though, they'd all been White, like me, but now I was showering alone with this Black man.

I watched him soap up his body, I couldn't help it I was drawn to it. He was just so muscular and something about the contrast of our skin colors mesmerized me. And then my eyes looked down and saw the real prize. His long cock that hung down despite it being soft was easily over 6 inches.

I gulped and felt the urge to cover my own cock up. Now, I wasn't small in that department, in fact I was the envy of the guys in my White high school and White college. In all the porn I'd watched, I figured I just about matched them. When I was hard I bounced between 7 and 7.5 inches, though flaccid... I was just another one of those White men that had 2 inches hanging down there.

"First time seeing Black dick?"

I tore my eyes away and looked at the shower wall. "Yeah, I've never been around Black men much. Sorry, I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable or fetishize you."

Darnell laughed. "I know, it's a shock. I've dealt with it enough that it doesn't bother me. So feel free to look. I know White guys' brains just shut down."

I tried not to watch Darnell too much, as I knew it was rude to stare at anyone, much less a naked man. But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't take a few more peeks while we showered.

Throughout our shower we talked about various things, before our talks drifted to porn we liked, fetishes and the like. Darnell said if he told me what he'd liked we'd be here all night, and then flipped the question back to me.

"Most of it is porn with brunettes, my wife is one, so I kind of imagine her in the porn."

"You imagine her being railed by other men?"

"No." I quickly corrected. "I imagine I'm the guy in the porn. I try to find porn with guys who have brown hair like me, nailing brunettes like my wife."

"So always White guys?"

"Yeah...?" I said now with a questioning voice, I wasn't sure all of a sudden if that was a bad thing. It wasn't like I avoided other races for a specific reason, just that it made it harder to imagine it was me instead, same reason I avoided White pornstars with black and blonde hair. "I've never watched any porn with Black men."

"You've never watched any porn with Black men?" Darnell repeated back. "Not even in college with your bros?"

"I didn't need to watch, I was nailing my wife at that point. I first knocked her up at 16. We've been together ever since."

"Wow, a 1 woman man."

"Hey, I didn't say that. It was a while before we made it a relationship and I stopped banging other chicks. I was a hot guy in high school, so I got tons of girls."

"Because it was an all White school. If a Black brother would have been around, you'd get seconds or nothing." Darnell said with a laugh. "No offense."

"And just how wasn't I supposed to take offense to that?" I wasn't upset, more closer to annoyed and was being sarcastic.

"Oh come on, you've surely heard the sayings. 'Black is better.' 'Once you go Black, you never go back.' 'Say no to White boys.' 'FuckWhiteboys.' And all the others."

I shook my head. "The first two, yes. The others can't say I have."

"Well, Tom, they are big sayings that are widespread for a reason." Darnell said with a cocky smirk.

I didn't like that. A pool of annoyance was festering up in me. If it was because he was belittling me or my race as a whole I'm not sure. "Hey, I fuck like an animal. I got tons of compliments."

Darnell gave me a once over. "Sure, Tom." He said with a chuckle.

I grabbed my flaccid dick and began to stroke, trying to bring it to length. "Oh, no you didn't. You think this is all I've got. It's written on your face. I'm a grower."

I closed my eyes and imagined Nancy naked in front of me, though the water was making it difficult. So I reopened them to try and focus on stroking faster. I noticed Darnell stroking his Black dick as well.

His dick grew and grew, it just kept becoming longer and thicker as it stiffened. I gulped and felt my saliva grow just like his cock. I didn't need to compare our cocks, I knew that his was bigger than mine. I guessed he probably was around 9-10 inches. Damn, another area he has me beat.

But, once he grew to max size, it was only a few moments later that I felt my dick finally waking up and growing as well and in a few seconds I was hard as a rock like him.

"Okay, I take it back Tom. Not bad at all. I can see why you got tons of pussy." Darnell said, nodding in approval. "Big and thick for a White man."

I twitched a little at the backhanded compliment, though I couldn't deny that Darnell was both bigger and thicker than me. "You must get tons yourself."

"Yeah, I get to fuck a bunch of White bitches and boys." He said with a laugh. "They've not had a good dicking before, so they are eager sluts. Only having had White dick before, since that's all there is in this town. No offense."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this conversation or not, so I started returning back to showering, though my hard-on was trying to get my attention, though I didn't want to just jack off in front of my co-worker. "What do you mean?"

"'White boys can't fuck.' Another one of those sayings. And that includes White men too. I hear it all the time, how we Black brothers are just better at sex. No offense, but White boys and men are just not built for sex."

"Once you go Black, you never go back." I repeated the phrase. I rolled my eyes, this kind of talk was silly. Sure some White men weren't really big enough, or thick enough to please their partners. Okay... a lot of them, from what I'd seen in locker rooms and various. But there were plenty of White pornstars too, with dicks like mine who could as well.

"Ugh... this sucks." I said gesturing to my raging hard-on that refused to go down.

"Just slam your wife once you get home. At least you have a hole to fuck." Darnell said with a grumble.

"I wish. She never wants to have sex anymore. You know the stereotype after being married for a long time." I turned off the faucet and gathered my towel to dry myself off. "Its been years since I've fucked her. Instead I go into my study downstairs and put some porn on. She just doesn't like sex anymore."

Darnell responded with laughter after following me out of the shower room. "Sorry to break it to you. But that's not the reason."

I opened my locker and grabbed my white briefs, something Darnell laughed at calling me a little White boy. "Oh, and just what is, since you seem to know my wife better than me?"

Darnell threw his hands up in defense. "Most women don't just stop liking to have sex."

"Oh yeah, then why is the lack of sex a marriage stereotype after a while."

"They just don't like bad sex." Darnell grabbed his black boxers and put them on, his massive bulge pushing them out and visible underneath. "The White men just can't satisfy their White wives, so they refuse sex, because it sucks for them."

I put on my shirt next. "Yeah right."

"When was the last time you had sex with your wife?"

"I don't know. It's been a long time. Most of the time it was because she didn't want to risk the kids hearing. We both can get quite vocal. As I said I fuck like an animal, and she turns into a moaning mess."

"Those are excuses, other ones are 'I have a headache,' 'not tonight, I'm not in the mood.' And the like. If it really has been since your last kid, that means she just doesn't want to deal with it anymore. There is no point now that you have all the kids you want."

We now were fully dressed and gathering up the last of our stuff. "That's crazy. She always acted like I was fucking her brains out."

"Watch some Black men fucking White chicks, and then put on porn with a White guy doing the same. Listen carefully and watch expressions and the like, you'll see the difference. White men are just not built for sex."

"Alright. I'll appease you. Tonight I'll watch some interracial porn. Just to see if there is anything to what you are saying, and because I'm horny out of my mind."

"And your wife won't touch your dick."

"Don't remind me." I grumbled. I'd gotten so used to it over the years, my nightly stroke session or two. Nancy might have not been horny, but I had a high sex drive, so I came multiple times a day, and that didn't stop just because we had kids in the house, and now that they weren't around, that number had gone up, just due to the opportunity to sit in the study alone.

That night, I greeted my wife and tried again to get her to have sex, telling her how horny I was for her. She'd waved me off saying she was tired from a long day and I should just jack off in my study, apologizing. It was the normal response, and any other day I would have shrugged it off, but now my mind was thinking about Darnell's words.

So I tried again, but no matter what I said, she said she was tired and promised another time, one I knew which would never come. Damn... was I really that bad at sex. Did she really not enjoy my cock fucking her? That couldn't be... it just couldn't...

Realizing my hard-on and drive wasn't going to get taken care of with my wife, I headed downstairs and into my study, shutting the door behind me. I didn't have to do that anymore, as there were no kids, and my wife didn't care, but old habits die hard.

I considered loading up my usual porn playlist, but then I remembered what I told Darnell. He is going to ask about it, so I guess I have no choice. So one google search, and 1 new porn monthly plan later, I was on a site that focused on Black men fucking White women.

I looked up the pornstar names from the videos I normally watched, and found that a lot of them had done scenes with the Black men on this site I was on. I even surprisingly found that some of the male White tops had bottomed for some Black men. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but in the end I bookmarked those as well.

It felt weird, since I wasn't going to watch just to get off, like I was going to watch porn for science or something. And it didn't take a degree to see what Darnell was saying. The Black dicks were bigger, thicker, and they fucked longer and harder. And it wasn't just the men that were different, but how the women acted. Their moans unlike anything from when the White men were fucking them. Their faces warped in pure ecstasy, it was clear they weren't acting. But that also made it clear that with the White men, they most likely were just acting and putting on a show.

I couldn't believe it. It was like my whole world was shattering. The White on White porn I'd been watching looked like trash now, it looked completely fake. And while yes, it's porn, so it is mostly fake, it now felt like the emotion was as well.

My White cock couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed it and stroked it ferociously. I closed my eyes and imagined myself as the man fucking the bitch, but... the thought of the woman just acting filled my mind. That I'd never caused a woman to moan like that, or make that level of expression once, not even with my wife. Sure they'd moan and scream, but not like this.

I kept stroking with my eyes closed as the next video started. I had clipped them up to only include the fucking parts, because that's what I liked to cum to. So new moans had filled my ears now. They sounded different, but I couldn't fully tell why. But damn were they hot, the Black man must really have been pounding their pussy, because holy, they were moaning like no tomorrow.

Damn, I wish I could make a woman moan like that. She must be in fucking paradise. I continued to listen to the moaning and the intense fucking as I busted my nut all over myself.

In my euphoric haze I opened my eyes to turn off the video, I'd kept it up for so long due to all the research and edging that I just didn't have it up to go another round. Those Black men in the pornos could probably go several though I joked in my head.

I moved the mouse, and then my brain came back to planet earth and I realized what I was watching and listening too. It wasn't a Black man fucking a White woman, but a Black man fucking one of the White male pornstars I'd normally watch top.

His big 7.5 inch cock was flopping around as he was being slammed doggy-style. He honestly looked a lot like I did when I was in my twenties. He was my favorite pornstar, given how much we looked alike and had the same size and girth. Though, I'd only found a few videos with him prior, which had annoyed me, but nothing I could do about it.

Now here I was watching him get his ass wrecked, moaning like a bitch in heat. This alpha man I'd considered my mirror. The video had him get fucked in a few more positions until the Black man finally finished shooting his seed on the White pornstar's face. And then I noticed it, he didn't cum, heck he'd never even touched his cock, the scene was all about him serving that Black man.

My cock slowly came back to life, as I watched the video from start to finish, just to confirm. I couldn't believe what I was watching, this man I believed was a pure alpha top, was acting like a bitch, completely servicing this Black man. Why was I getting hard watching it?

I glanced at my raging White pole, I had really thought I was spent and done for the night, but that porn it was like a drug had been injected into me. I closed the video after debating if I should continue and watch again, and take care of my raging boner again. But, in the end I decided not to.

Closing the laptop I headed upstairs to join my wife in bed.

"I thought you took care of that?" She said pointing at my hard cock as soon as I entered the room. She was lying in bed reading a book with the table lamp next to her.

'Took care of that.' Like when she'd used to remind our sons to take out the trash. Was my dick really an annoyance? No... I shook my head to clear it, I was reading too much into that. "I didn't feel up to it." I said getting in bed next to her.

Her hand flew up instantly. "I have a headache."