Freedom: Story of the Gay Black Slave

As massa’s son put his hand around my glistening thigh I asked “Sir, did you have a great day.”

“Yes.” He answered.

I knew that to survive in the world I needed to use my body, but strangely I wasn’t oppose to using my body with the son of the plantation owner.

On this earth, I was born with two restrictions. I was born a nigger and I was born a sinning homosexual. Why did god forsake me?

But after awhile, I realized that I give the massa’s son what nobody else could. I was able to get off better than the slaves that liked women.

The door to the shed slammed open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS NIGGER.” I heard from behind.

It was massa. He was holding a gun.

We scrambled to get up.

“FATHER IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. I WAS JUST TEACHING HIM A LESSON”

“I don’t know what’s more terrible. The fact that you’re sleeping with that or that you’re a faggot” said the massa

I grabbed my pants and I tried to run for the exist but massa blocked the door.

“You. I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He said

I’m stopping here because I don’t want to scar y’all further but I have a whole plot in my mind ready & if you in Hollywood and you want this story...I do throw morals away with the right amount