Porn Challenged From East to West

One night earlier this year, I met a guy, and we have maintained contact in the months since. Recently, he came into town, and we decided to reunite at the place where we originally met. The Lower East Side NYC gay bar, The Cock.

During our reunion, we initially just talked and complimented each other on how great we looked since our last meeting. Later, we went outside for a bit. Getting a chance to admire each other even more because the light outside gave much more visibility than the dim lights the inside of the bar. Once back inside, with outside confirming each other's well-maintained beauty as a mental picture, we were all over each other. It caught many people's attention.

We made a couple more trips outside. Each time, he led the way while holding my hand. Everytime we walked out, I felt these eyes on us that made me look up to see these weird stares. At first, I was too into my fun of being with this man to analyze it. However, once I did my usual multi-tasking, one part of my brain was focusing on getting reacquainted with this gentleman while the other part analyzed the gawking of these strangers. Making me ask myself, "What the fuck are they gawking at?!!! What is it about me being with this gentleman that is making us an oddity to these fools?!"

Now, once I realized they were fools, I probably should have dropped further trying to make sense as to why they were staring. But I wanted to know to what extent they were fools, and why. And then it hit me. A topic I have addressed here before.

You see, I'm only 5'6", and this gentleman is 6'2". I told one friend about the stares, and he asked with bewilderment if I thought the stares were because of the height differentiation. I told him it was somewhat the reason. I added that I suspect that another for the stares was because while I'm a 5'6" 145 lbs. Black male, the 6'2" guy is also fit, heavier,...and White.

The perceived "problem" with this is because gay porn has taught the gay community that in an interracial coupling, be it for a night or for life, the socially acceptable height and body difference is to have the Black male be a height and build greater than that of the White male he is with. More often to a degree that can be considered an intimidating degree larger. So in the racist, porn-duped eyes of those gawkers, our heights were fine. Our fit physiques were fine. But the colors our heights and weights came wrapped in were all wrong.

Once I came to that realization, I simply blew off those gawkers by calling them in my mind, "ASSHOLES!!!", and stopped multi-tasking so I could give my undivided attention to the handsome man I was with. Undivided attention that led to an invite to spend the night with him. After my acceptance, we hopped in a cab to go where he was staying, The Out NYC hotel, located in Midtown Manhattan on the West Side.

I had never been to The OUT NYC Hotel before. I've been to the club inside for a few events like S.O.S : Save Our Sex and Broadway Bares Solo Strips, but never in one of the rooms.

I did know of some of the amenities like the gym, spa, steamroom. But I've never been to the website to see the ultimate amenity to cater to male sexual narcissism, regardless of their sexual orientation. When we walked into the hotel room, the first thing I saw after the bed....

 ....was the mirrored wall behind the bed. 

Once I saw that mirror, I knew that this was not going to be a night like the ones that inspired my poem "We Be The Porn". For I knew I was going to look in that mirror at some point of the sex, and take in the beauty that those racist, narrow-minded assholes couldn't wrap their feeble, naive minds around. For that reason, trust me, my remark about that mirror catering to male sexual narcissism is by no means a complaint. I enjoyed the sight very much.

For that mirror showed that aforementioned beauty. Giving me 2 mental pictures that get me hard everytime I think of that night since:

1) Me seeing myself in the mirror while I went up and down on his cock in our final round. Reminding me how with every downward squat from me and thrust upward from him, he put his cock balls-deep into my hole. And;
2) my eyes creeping up just above the pillows because my head and shoulders were buried in them. Allowing me to see my arched back raising my ass in the air to meet my sex partner's dick. And also seeing him thrust into me. Both of us loving the sexy magical sight in the mirror of these 2 contrasting skin colors connecting to show the colors in positions that should be applauded as they show a progressing world.

Through this encounter, and that entire night actually, we challenged everything we've been taught by gay porn. And it was hot as fuck to me....As well as for my partner. Proof of how hot it was for him comes in his later confession that he orgasmed multiple times during our near 6.5 hours together in that bed....5 times to be exact.

So we must have done something right. Obviously, it's the rest of the world that needs to catch up.