Maybe I was a fool.
I woke up to that Big Black Cock from the night before staring me in the face. Instinctively, I opened my mouth to let it back in.
Tyrone had fucked my face when he came over yesterday and then raped my throat in a public bathroom only a couple hours later. He shoved it right back down my throat when we got back to my place after dinner. I was getting used to having his monster cock in my mouth.
He slid the tip in and unleashed a torrent of piss.
I gagged, coughed, pulled away. I hadn't expected this.
His stream halted almost right after I pulled away. Some piss got on my bedsheets, but these were already desperately in need of a washing: when we got back last night, I shot another two loads when Tyrone was deep, deep inside me. The sheets were drenched in sweat and had cum caked all over them.
I can't believe I slept the whole night through in this mess -- but, then again, yesterday was the most grueling physical experience of my life. After Tyrone shot his last load in me, he made me his little spoon and whispered sweet words in my ear. I felt so secure. I drifted off to sleep in minutes.
He slapped me in the face.
"Fuckin useless faggot! Get this big black cock back where it belongs. I gotta piss like a fuckin racehorse."
Instinct took over again. This is what I was supposed to do. My honky mouth was there for Tyrone's big black cock. It was up to him to decide if he was going to dump a load in there or drain his bladder.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I just... No one's ever pissed in my mouth before, Sir."
He peered down at with his mean, domineering stare.
"Get used to it, cunt lips. From now on, my piss is gonna go in your mouth when it's not soaking your suits."
"Yes, Sir, Of course, S--"
Before I could finish, he forced the tip back in and started pissing again. I coughed, but swallowed as much of it as I could. A lot more of it got on me and my bedsheets. I would do better next time.
"Aight, whitey. Go make your Master breakfast."
I watched his muscular black body head towards the shower. I got up and almost put on my housecoat. I caught myself; Tyrone wanted me naked while I worked. So I headed to the kitchen intensely aware of my naked body covered in dried cum and smelling of another man's piss.
I was frying his eggs when he came up behind me. I felt his clothes against my back and once again became aware of my exposure.
Despite the obvious power imbalance -- me totally naked, him completely clothed -- now he was acting like my lover instead of my Master. He caressed my body and gently kissed my neck.
"You look so sweet when you sleep, baby," he whispered in my ear. "I didn't wanna wake you up, but I had to piss so bad."
I finished up the eggs with him at my back, exploring my body and kissing my neck.
Eventually, he pulled away. "Bring my breakfast out back when it's ready." I watched him walk out to my patio and sit at the table there.
Fuck. More public humiliation. I already regretted what we did in public last night. My neighbors all had a clear view of my patio and would definitely see me walking out totally exposed to serve breakfast to a much younger and much bigger black man.
I was starting to come back to my senses. Yesterday was reckless. I threw caution to the wind when he said he wanted to fuck my face in that public bathroom. I was still on a sexual high when he pissed on me there and when I walked home covered in that piss.
Who had seen me? I'd spent so much time making myself someone respectable and distinguished. I had been "the professor" to my neighbors. Was I going to be "the pervert" from now on?
"Hurry up, cocksucker!"
That was loud. My neighbors must have heard.
"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!"
Totally naked, I stepped out in clear view to bring Tyrone his eggs and toast and coffee. He gave me an appreciative smack on the ass as I put his food down. I could swear I saw the curtains move in a neighbor's window.
"Looks good, honky. Now go brush your teeth. I wanna kiss that pretty mouth and I want it to be minty fresh."
I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth like a good boy. I gargled with mouthwash at least four or five times. I couldn't taste piss in my mouth anymore, so I hoped that I would taste like Tyrone wanted.
I hurried back outside and didn't see him anywhere. I felt ever more pathetic this time, exposing myself to my neighbors and finding that Tyrone wasn't even there to see me. That curtain had definitely moved, someone was definitely watching. Who lived over there?
I found Tyrone in my living room, standing by one of my bookshelves. He had Midsummer Night's Dream open in his hands.
His beautiful baritone: "The course of true love never did run smooth."
An ominous sign.
"Hmm?" A non sequitur. Where had that come from? Why quote that line to me?
"You've got it underlined."
"Oh."
Here I was, the one with the doctorate degree -- the intellectual -- and all I could say was "Oh" when a beautiful black man quoted Shakespeare to me.
What the hell was going on? What was this? I let this man piss in my mouth less than twenty minutes ago. Now we were going to talk about Shakespeare? Which side of me did he want? Am I his professor or his prostitute?
"Who's Michael?"
Oh, Christ. That was why that line was underlined. Fuck. I'm such an idiot. Michael gave that to me just before we broke up. He signed inside the cover:
To Victor, The smartest and sweetest man I have ever known. With all my love, Michael
Maybe that's what finally it ended it. I never opened it. I never saw that he'd underlined something for me. I never realized the message he was trying to send me. I had already given up on us.
"I, uh... I don't want to talk about that."
An understanding smile. "Sure, baby. No problem."
A moment of silence. He stood there cool and calm, still with his understanding smile, surveying my naked body with his eyes.
"Take a seat. I wanna talk. I wanna get to know you, Vic."
He came right up in front of me when I sat down. He leaned down and kissed me, raping my mouth with his tongue. I hope I tasted minty fresh like he wanted.
"Here, take this." He handed me his empty mug.
Out came his monster cock. My mouth watered. Fuck, this whole thing made no sense. I just wanted him to rape me again already. This whole thing was supposed to be about trading sex for an A in my class. This was supposed to be a perverted hook-up, not a personal conversation. I didn't want him to know me. I just wanted to be his little honky slut that got fucked hard with his big black cock and then got left alone. I wanted to go back to being an intellectual who had perverted fantasies, not a pervert who could speak intelligently. These two sides weren't supposed to touch.
A dark stream of piss went into the cup. Recycled coffee for me.
"Something for you to drink."
He glared down at me, waiting for me to drink it. Like a good boy, I took a sip. It tasted awful. I wanted to spit it out. I struggled not to retch.
"Thank you, Sir. I love your piss, Sir."
Pearly whites and a smile that melts my heart. He flopped down in the chair across from me. His feet went right up on my coffee table.
He motioned towards my bookshelf. My Shakespeare collection.
"Which one's your favorite?"
I took another sip of his piss. There was the answer I gave my friends: Hamlet, Shakespeare's intellectual play. But for Tyrone, I told the truth.
"Romeo and Juliet."
When he came over last night, I thought he would fuck me and leave. I never thought I'd see him again. I didn't think I'd be spending the next morning like this: naked in front of one of my students, sipping on a mug of piss, and telling this beautiful man that I loved Romeo and Juliet. Telling him how I cried the first time I read it.
I was totally exposed, but Tyrone made me feel more secure than I'd felt in my life.
Another sip of his piss. A worried feeling deep down in my gut.
Maybe I was just a fool.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on chapter one. It was the first piece of fiction I'd written in many years and I'm glad so many people liked it. There will definitely be more chapters coming after this. Please send any comments or suggestions (or fan mail!) to growing_interest@lycos.com