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Straight Male / 38
I Just Didn't Measure Up
After 10 years in the Airforce I was discharged into the 'world'. I learned how to maintain aircraft, I was sure I would be employed at a major airline making big bucks. But that was not to be. I met a guy who told me that I could get a good job in Africa, a US Airforce Maintenance Specialist with ten years experience could be the big boss at an African airlines. He himself was from South Africa. I took my pay, bought a ticket and flew to Johannesburg and just as he predicted I got a job for a bush airline serving Botswana.
Nothing prepared me for Africa, knockoff parts, bush pilots, no money. Management? And the people. And against my expectations very few accidents, somehow they made it work. It was in Botswana that I met this South African biologist. She had, how can I say it nicely, a cock fixation. She had pictures of every sort, species, size of cock. And living in Africa she had collected a picture album of native Africa human cocks. White men need not apply. She promised me that every cock in her album had tickled her throat from the inside.
Being what I thought was a well endowed black man, I was embarrassed to compare myself to her examples. I did stop to think how it was that all that cock had fit in her, a black mama maybe, but this white small South African woman no way. In any event I let her convince me, and true to form her white pussy swallowed up my cock without a problem, and her picture album got a smaller than average sample.
As a biologist she agreed that compared to white men I had an advantage, but she concluded that white competition in America had driven American black men's cocks down in size, whereas in Africa black women demanded big cock, and nature prevailed. Over the following two years, from urinal observations, from bush observations I concluded I was outclassed, fit at best for a white African woman, but I did not measure up for African black women. I tucked my cock between my legs and returned to Atlanta to work for Delta, my African story being that white African women like American black men, if nothing else because they can deal with American black men easier than overendowed African black men.
Nothing prepared me for Africa, knockoff parts, bush pilots, no money. Management? And the people. And against my expectations very few accidents, somehow they made it work. It was in Botswana that I met this South African biologist. She had, how can I say it nicely, a cock fixation. She had pictures of every sort, species, size of cock. And living in Africa she had collected a picture album of native Africa human cocks. White men need not apply. She promised me that every cock in her album had tickled her throat from the inside.
Being what I thought was a well endowed black man, I was embarrassed to compare myself to her examples. I did stop to think how it was that all that cock had fit in her, a black mama maybe, but this white small South African woman no way. In any event I let her convince me, and true to form her white pussy swallowed up my cock without a problem, and her picture album got a smaller than average sample.
As a biologist she agreed that compared to white men I had an advantage, but she concluded that white competition in America had driven American black men's cocks down in size, whereas in Africa black women demanded big cock, and nature prevailed. Over the following two years, from urinal observations, from bush observations I concluded I was outclassed, fit at best for a white African woman, but I did not measure up for African black women. I tucked my cock between my legs and returned to Atlanta to work for Delta, my African story being that white African women like American black men, if nothing else because they can deal with American black men easier than overendowed African black men.
