>>14765527Is that the young grappler Swerve? The young negro has been upon my mind, I cannot lie. I am possessed by the memory of the time that I took the young negro roughly from behind, as a man would love a woman. I must confess, his young boyhood was the darkest and yet the most inviting orifices into which I have ever spilled my seed. By God! I cannot ponder a sweeter delight than taking his dark chestnuts into my mouth whilst plunging nearly the length of my arm into his filth. The sweet sounds of the young catamite’s ecstasy haunt my dreams. The boy performed the vilest exertions upon my throbbing staff, whilst a flood of his sweet seed burst forth upon my tongue. I have been secreting to the young grappler’s chambers nearly every night since. He gives his love freely with no hope of recompense. If you asked for the secrets of my art as to how to master the young negro, I shall speak plainly. All you must do is approach the him with the highest degree of forthrightness and honesty, and take his body in a manful fashion. Play with his ebony-dark chestnuts, serve him upon your knees, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. The lad does not prevaricate, nor does he caper with the mincing sodimites that lounge in places of ill repute. He favors gentlemen of a strong and manful cast, and well endowed as well. One must be of ivory skin and nearly as tall as a man, and I do not refer to height dear reader.
This young man has pilfered my heart and affections, and eagerly drunk down every pleasure I have shed upon his tongue.
