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By Tosh Turner

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The titles include; 'My Lecturer is Black, Hung and Mine!', 'I Can take 9 Inches', 'He Taught Me Control', 'I Love Black Cock'.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: May 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393525943

Book preview

My Lecturer is Black, Hung and Mine!

Homosexuality is not only wrong, it’s unnatural, in my opinion gays should all be shot for doing such filthy things to each other, said a rather loud girl who was sitting a few desks away from me; what an ignorant bitch. I would have said that out loud but I knew I would most likely get punished for swearing at her in class. The class was jittery with conversation, everyone wanted to say what they thought about the gays and lesbians and none of it was good. The lecturer, a professor called Smith simply smiled as he listened from the podium. He had initiated this discussion as part of our Human Sexual Behavior topic. He wanted to hear what we had to say about homosexuality, whether it was right or wrong and truth be told all of it was making me sick to my stomach. I knew I couldn’t possibly be the only gay guy in the room, the law of averages was that one out of ten people are gay, bi or lesbian and there were at least 40 people in the class which meant that there were three other people who were feeling very uncomfortable about this topic.

Even animals know the right way to do it! screeched a thin Caucasian male whose name I could never remember.

Male giraffes have anal sex with each other all the time dumbass and they aren’t the only animals who do it either, I loudly retorted, which silenced the entire class. I almost groaned at my own stupid impulsiveness. All I wanted to do was get through university and forget these people but here I was drawing attention to myself. Mr. Smith looked up when I said this and gazed at me for a minute.

He is actually right, He said in his deep voice, this brought another flurry of chatter from the other students and I was sure that none of them had any nice words for me since I had just come out and exposed myself, labeled myself as a ‘gay boy’.

It’s wrong!! Even the Bible says so, all the faggots are going to burn in hell!! yelled an Indian girl in her thick Indian accent, how a Hindi knew anything about the Bible really baffled me. I thought about what I could say next because this was clearly going to turn into a debate and if there was anything that I was good at, it was debating.

The Bible has only 6 admonishments for homosexuals and 362 admonishments for heterosexuals but that doesn’t mean that God doesn’t love straight people, does it? I replied in a confident tone. Mr. Smith chuckled quietly as everyone turned from their seats to look at me, some in anger, others in surprise. I always sat at the back to avoid drawing any attention to myself; some people were staring at me as if they had only just noticed that I existed. I didn’t care, I would never lie about who I truly am, fuck what others think of me, especially this lot.

He is right again, said our lecturer, he was clearly enjoying all this. Everybody was nonplussed; I guess nobody had expected someone to stand up for gays.

So you support the fags, are you one of them? sneered a black boy at the front of the class.

The fact that you had to make a pass on my sexuality only shows how insecure you are about yours, perhaps you’re gay and very latently so, I replied smoothly with a straight face, the boy gave me a murderous stare for insinuating that he was gay, I almost burst out laughing.

That’s enough, I won’t have you guys fight each other in my class, said Mr. Smith sternly. I am physically fit and I have a lean, muscular body. I was certainly no pushover so if the black guy wanted to bring it on then he could but I was sure I could whoop his ass up and down this classroom, gay or not gay.

There are many theories as to why there are homosexuals in our society, some say they choose to be that way but then why would anyone in their right mind choose to be discriminated by their society? Others say that they are born that way and this is the most accepted theory to date, Mr. Smith said as he moved around the front of the classroom.

That’s ridiculous, how can you be born to want something that was not meant for you? asked an appalled boy somewhere in the middle of the class.

The same way you were born with brown eyes or black skin, you didn’t choose those but you still do, I said calmly in response, I was beginning to enjoy this discussion and maybe through my support some people might leave this classroom with a different view on gays.

Precisely, the same way everyone has a different skin tone or different coloured eyes, you can’t choose to be gay. The popular theory says that an extra dose of oestrogen during the conception to birth period is to blame for homosexual trends in certain individuals but like I said this is just a theory, evidence is still being compiled to prove it, The lecturer added and I felt happy because at least he wasn’t as ignorant as the rest of them even though he was pushing 50 years of age. It was normally the older generations who frown upon homosexuality but Mr. Smith was different, he was black too which made it all the more unsettling because for black people homosexuality was normally a very taboo subject. I found that I was getting a new respect for the professor.

Everyone listened attentively to him, drinking in what he was saying and I hoped that they would leave the classroom with new attitudes because everyone had the right to love whoever they wanted as long as it was consensual.

I looked at Mr. Smith for the first time on that day; I really looked at him, he was a handsome 40 something year old man whose grey hair was starting to recede and a few wrinkles were starting to show on his forehead. He looked fit as far as I could tell underneath the grey suit he was wearing and he must surely lead a healthy lifestyle to maintain such a fit looking physique. He wasn’t that tall, I would say he was about 5’8 but that was okay since I was a good 6’1 myself, he had a light chocolate skin tone which was very attractive. He must have caused quite a lot of heart-throbs in his day, heck he probably still did. I supposed his support for the gay community was probably caused by his learnedness, I knew for a fact that he had studied abroad and so he must have gained a lot of insight on the matter during his university days.

He ended his lecture with a speech on tolerance for homosexuals saying that it was only a few decades ago when the idea of women having the right to vote was thought to be ridiculous or the idea of a black man being equal to a white man was completely unheard of. He said that he was sure in the next few decades the whole concept of denying gays their rights would look just as foolish as racism and that really made me smile.

Jack please see me after class, he said as everyone got up to leave from the classroom. I was surprised, surely he wouldn’t want to reprimand me for my stand on the concept of homosexuality? I stayed behind but I looked very nervous and the fact that some of my classmates leered at me as if to say that I was going to get what I deserved for being a ‘gay lover’ didn’t help to relieve my tension.

What is it sir? I asked respectfully when just the two of us were left in the classroom. He smiled and beckoned for me to sit at the front desk so that we could talk properly.

Don’t worry I just want to have a chat with you that’s all, He reassured me as I shuffled to the front of the room.

You clearly support the gay community, may I ask why? This was a question that I normally dreaded because I really did hate to have to lie about my sexuality but when I joined the university I had vowed that I would never again lie about who I truly am and what I am, with exception of my mother, who I just couldn’t tell yet because I knew it would break her heart.

I am gay sir, so yes I have to support the gays because not doing so would be denying me the rights that everyone enjoys, I said calmly, breathing in deeply to keep my voice from shaking. Mr. Smith laughed at my response but not in a bad way.

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