ABOUT: This story is a work of fiction focusing primarily on interracial sex between men (later chapters will include bisexual encounters). As with a great deal of fiction, there are a mixture of truths scattered throughout. Yes, I am married (to a woman); yes, I have been fucked by a black man; yes, I liked it and want more. I am a student currently living in Oregon and am looking for others in my area that share my own interests. I hope you enjoy my story, and if you have similar interests, or live in Oregon/Washington area (or if you're black), I encourage you to write to me. I can be reached at: MikeisGFBC@gmail.com. I would very much like to hear your thoughts on the subject of this story and our mutual interests ;-)
GAY FOR BLACK COCK Chapter 1
I couldn't get the images of my wife fucking that black guy out of my mind as I continued to jog down the back roads from my house towards the park. It was the first pretty day of the new spring, and it was good to be out running and getting back into shape. Stacy had been at her mom's place in Maryland for the second week of a three week trip when I had discovered the pictures while snooping on her old laptop. I knew her last boyfriend before me was black, although she hadn't admitted it, nor did that really bother me, but what did bother me though, and was still entirely occupying my subconscious, was how much further she was willing to go with this black man than she had ever gone with me, her husband. I mean, the pictures I had found were far beyond what I would have ever considered possible with my wife, much less to have her willing enough for there to be photographic evidence of it. I had always thought that she was somewhat tame, even more than me, but these pictures were downright depraved. Some showed her eating this guy's asshole, licking cum off the floor, and her even letting him piss in her mouth. That bitch said "ewww" and played like it was disgusting when I casually bring up watersports as a possibility in kink play, and here was a picture of her, on her knees, mouth wide open, getting used as a urinal by some black thug before she ever even met me. I mean FUCK! What else had she done that I didn't know about. Hell, I think its part jealousy; here she is having deviant sex with god knows how many men before me, and here I am, a guy who was practically a virgin before dating her, aside from a few short escapades that were nothing like the acts I had seen in those pictures.
Damnit, I was now pitching a tent in my shorts as I crossed the bridge leading down into the park. Thinking about nothing but those pictures and having not been laid for a few weeks was starting to take its toll, although I had been taking advantage of my wife's absence by playing with my ass like I had use to back when I was single and living alone; something I wouldn't have dared to do with my wife around. I learned early, that anal stimulation was the best, and have always loved taking dildos and whatever I can get my hands on, up my ass. To this day I still believe water bottles are the best way to go, especially if you fill them with warm water first, but oversized dildos are nice too, and I had a small collection hidden away in the house that I break out and play with when I have some privacy. But masturbation and ass-play don't completely fill the need when it comes to really getting laid, and my needs were become obvious in an awkward way.
At least there weren't any cars driving by to gawk at the tent in my shorts as I jogged down off the bridge and cut under the railway overpass that marked the entrance to the park. I needed to do some adjusting to hide the bulge in my shorts and figured it would be a little too obvious if I just stopped and did it in the open, so I turned off the main path that ran around the outer perimeter of the park and eventually back towards my house as I had planned, and I instead stayed jogging along the edge of the parking lot that would connect me with the path through the middle of the park that would take me past a public restroom where I could fix my problem with a little more modesty and a little less embarrassment. That concept was short lived however, as I passed a van in the parking lot which had concealed the two large black men standing just the other side of it who looked away from their conversation with each other just in time to see little whitey skip by popping a tent in his shorts with a stupid surprised look on his face.
Stupid me, I should have just stopped and fixed my problem instead of continuing the run, but here I am now trying to run sideways to hide my boner from these guys, but I know it's all in vain as I hear one of them laugh aloud as I scurry away towards the restrooms.
As I come up to the restrooms on my already embarrassing nightmare of a jog, I see things are just going to be worse, as I can already clearly see the sign on the outside wall that says "Closed For Season." I slow down to a walk as I approach what appears to be the women's side and my concerns are validated as I see the padlock on the door. I should have just stopped running and hidden it and saved myself from the embarrassment in the first place is all that's going through my head as I continue to walk around to the other side of the restroom where I already know I'm just going to find another padlocked door. The sign says "men" as a peek around the corner to see another padlock and sigh as I continue at a walk down the path; but then I stop as I get to thinking that there was something a little off looking about that padlock. I head back towards the door and see that the hinge plate that holds the padlock to the wall has been pried and the screws have been pulled out of the wall allowing someone to open the door.
I hesitate for a minute, nervous and not wanting to go in the restroom if it supposed to be closed as if I could get into trouble, but after looking up and down the path for a moment I am confident that there is no one around to see me go in. As I open the door I am greeted by darkness and cool damp air. The light switch on the wall doesn't work, so the only light coming into the restroom is from a three inch gap between the ceiling and the top of the outside wall that I assume is for air circulation in the warm summer months. The light is enough to see however, and my eyes are adjusting quickly, so I set about trying to accomplish what I came in for in the first place.
Despite the embarrassing situation I had just been in, my woody had not subsided, if anything it had gotten worse. The humiliation of having been seen in my condition by those black guys in the parking lot combined with the jealousy over seeing the pics of my wife fucking that other black guy had really excited me. As I tried to tuck my penis behind the waistband of my underwear I could still clearly see the outline of it in the mirror despite the darkness of the room; it just wasn't going to work, so maybe I could take advantage of my excitement over the situation and take care of it the old fashion way. Still nervous, I check under the stalls as If I think there is anyone in there with me, and quickly go in the first one closest to the door. The toilet is disgusting and the whole floor is damp cement, so I remain standing and only pull down my shorts enough to pull out my cock and balls and start jacking. I knew it wasn't going to be long, the excitement and depravity in doing it in such a disgusting place with the possibility of getting caught had me on edge already. My mind wandered back to the pictures of my wife and that black thug boyfriend she had before me and how she must have enjoyed that big black cock in ways that I will never know, and to be that willing to do the things he made her do for it. I was envious of her and wondered how it would feel to have that level of need and desire for the satisfaction attained from that black cock.
That last thought was all I needed, my painfully engorged cock erupted in a cascade of cum that flowed out in short spurts, ran over my fingers and dropped down onto the toilet seat and into the bowl as I continued to jack my cock in an effort to drain my aching balls of every last drop they would give. The relief was welcoming as my penis had already begun to shrink back down to a manageable size and I decided I was going to have to go to the sink to rinse the cum off my hand, as there was of course no toilet paper in the stall, when "I KNEW YOU WERE A LITTLE CUMSLUT!."
He hadn't shouted, but the unexpectedness of him talking down at me from directly above as he leaned over the stall, tore through the previous quietness of the bathroom, and the shock of hearing his booming voice had scared the living daylights out of me. My heart froze from shock as I looked up, limp dick still in hand, to see a man propped on the edge of the stall wall leaning over me with a backwards baseball cap, wife-beater tee and big devilish grin on his face. I realized then that it was one of the two black guys I had just passed in the parking lot, and I quickly pulled up my shorts and started stumbling backwards out of the stall with the frantic inclination that I could somehow get out of this horrifying situation. He had other intentions however, as he quickly jumped down and grabbed me by the shoulder as I slid out of the stall and pushed me up against the back wall. With his other hand he reached down and grabbed my cock and balls through my shorts and squeezed them painfully. "Couldn't wait for me huh? No matter, I can still get me a piece anyway right, huh whitey?," he said firmly, not more than a couple of inches from my face and still squeezing my balls. "I..I..just needed...,""Some of my nigga cock," he cut me off. "Yeah, I know how you little white boys are always playin it straight but always droppin to your knees at the first sight of some big nigga meat. My boy and I saw you lookin when you came by a couple mins ago, you couldn't wait to come in here and start jackin your little faggot pecker to the sight of the two of us brothas."
Oh my god, I just stood there dumbfounded mouth agape at a loss for words, and a mind blazing with how this situation was going to play out. Was this guy going to let me go or was I going to get raped right here in this bathroom. The thought of resisting and fighting back quickly jumped to mind and the instantaneous reaction of me trying to twist away from his grip was met with an overpowering force from him keeping me right in place. "Where you tryin to go, we're just getting to know each other a little, besides, this is what you want right?" I was clearly no match for this guy physically and in a slow response to his question I had started to realize it wasn't rhetorical as he had let go of his vice grip on my balls to pull down the waistband on his shorts allowing the most monster cock I had ever seen, even in pornos to hang freely over his waistband. I was scared shit-less about to be raped and here I am unable to tear my sight away from this massive cock he's showing me. Staring down at it I realize it's at least ten inches long and two inches wide and he's not even erect yet! At that thought I wake from my daze a little as I realize this guy is intending to use this thing on me. Oh No, I've got to get out of this somehow as more thoughts flood my mind, but then he grabs me by the hair and steps back forcing my head down towards his crotch. I try and remain standing, resisting him, as he mashes my face against his member, I close my eyes and mouth and start to struggle, but he yells "BITCH!.. You Know This Is What You Want!." I stop struggling as he clearly isn't going to let me get out of this and think about his words "this is what you want," and I start to consider submitting to the idea that after all, I had just jacked-off and came while thinking about what a black cock had done to my wife, and how envious I was of her for it. I opened my eyes and looked down the length of the magnificent specimen now mashed against my face, there was something enticing and exciting about the prospect. Then I did it, I opened my mouth and slowly started tonguing this big black meat along the base of the shaft where he held my head firmly in place. "That's right baby, you know this is what you wanted," he says reassuringly to me as he relaxes his grip on my hair. I run my tongue up and down his shaft a few times and start to realize that this feels right somehow, like it was something I should have been doing all along, I was meant to do this. I grab a hold of his now rising member and put the tip to my lips, this is it I thought, this will change everthing, I sank to my knees as I plunged the head of his cock to the back of my throat.
I bobbed my head up and down on his massive black cock gagging every time he hit the back of my throat, which in turn was causing my stomach to wretch and the bile and saliva gushed from my mouth coating his shaft with every plunge of his cock , of only about half of which was getting into my mouth; a feat even I thought was impressive as the massive cock this man wielded now had to be over a foot long and so wide that I couldn't help but rake my teeth up and down it as he thrust into my mouth, I simply couldn't open any wider but he didn't seem to mind.
"You're starting to get the hang of this now, aren't you slut?" he said as he continued his thrusts fucking my mouth until I had to try and push him off so I could get some air. He grabbed my hair roughly again and held my head back giving me a chance to breathe. With the other hand he slapped my own off of his hip and said "put em behind your back!" I obediently do as he said, and he just stands there for a minute admiring the view, with his giant dong waving menacingly just inches from my face, as tears stream down my spit and drool covered face. The tears weren't from fear I realize, just a reaction to all the gagging he was inflicting on me. In fact, the scary part now seemed to be behind me, as if it felt different now that this guy was getting his satisfaction by using me as his little sex puppet. In fact it kind of felt good pleasing this guy, it was exciting.
As he continued to admire his handiwork though, my growing acceptance of the situation must have showed on my betraying face; so this black bull decided to step it up a notch. "Open" he said, but unlike the previous session, this time he pulled my head roughly down on his cock forcing it as far back as he could jam it. It had already gone farther this time, than before, really triggering me to gag, but somewhere back beyond the tonsils it was just too tight to take this monster, thank god. He held me there for what seem like minutes, pulling on my head as hard as he could, trying to force it through what was obviously too narrow an opening. Just as I thought my eyes were about to pop out of my head, he gave up on this attempt, and the brute relaxed his grip a little allowing me to suck some air. As he hadn't pulled his cock completely out of my mouth, my desperate inhale to get oxygen resulted in a loud "splort!" and sucking gurgling noises as my saliva covered lips ended up just suctioning themselves to his shaft trying to suffocate me. After allowing me a moment to regain my composure and get my breathing back under control, all without taking his cock out of my mouth, he pulled back until just the tip was hovering in my waiting mouth, and with one sudden thrust he yanked my head back down onto his cock as hard as he could. The unexpected jerk had startled me and I hadn't fully realized what happened until I opened my eyes and found that my face was now buried in his short curly pubes. Then my stomach turned inside out in one last effort to be rid of its contents, but as I felt the acidic bile rise up, it suddenly reached an impassable barrier. This goddamn nigger has jammed his cock into my stomach! I thought to myself as I was now starting to lose control, unable to move, unable to breath, unable to break free, caught midway in a puke cycle with every muscle in my body contorted and no relief in sight.
Just as I reach the point of black out, the stranger releases his grip and yanks his cock from my throat releasing a stream of vomit behind it. My semi-conscious body had lost muscle control and I limply fall forward into the puddle of my own vomit and bile. The horrible burning sensation in what was left of my throat quickly snaps me back to reality however, just in time for him to grab me by the hair again and start dragging me across the floor. "LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE FAGGOT!" he yelled at me. "This is unacceptable, we're gonna hafta clean you up," as I realize where he was dragging me. It was too late, by the time I know what's about to happen, my head is already in the toilet bowl. Still panting trying to catch my breath, my mind hadn't reacted until the filthy toiled water and my own cum from before had reached my lungs. Which was then immediately expelled via my nose, as I erupt into a coughing fit as he mercilessly continues to force my face into the toilet bowl despite my desperate thrashing about. He holds me that way until I had stop struggling, not that I didn't want to keep fighting, it was just that my body was giving up, as my muscles had now been working too hard with too little fresh oxygen coming in.
Slumped against the toilet arms limp, I felt my shorts drop to my knees as a hand parts my ass cheeks in a bee line for my anus. After a quick swirl around the rim I feel a couple of fingers plunge into my soft insides. "Damn Bitch! Your pretty loose, ....guess you have been getting ready for some nigga dick." I realized he wasn't lying, although I wasn't prepping for a fucking from a real cock (at least not knowingly), as I had spent an hour or so this morning playing with my ass while Stacy was out of town, and my hole was probably still a little loose and lubed from the session. I heard him spit and felt the saliva roll down my ass crack just in time to meet the head of his cock as it greeted the entrance to my hole. Just as he had shown no mercy before, he didn't take it easy this time either, burying his massive cock in my meat hole in one swift thrust. The jab had literally taken the breath out of me as I let out a crackling heave, my destroyed throat unable to produce any intelligible sound.
He kept his cock as far in me, buried as deep as it could possibly go and slowly started massaging it around so that it made a new home in my insides. I could tell by the feeling that he had gotten the monster up to the first turn in my colon, which was deeper than some of my oversized dildos would go; Jesus!, maybe this son-of-a-bitch was even longer than I thought before. As he continued to massage the cock around with it buried to the hilt. I sure was glad that I had already worked my ass over this morning with the dildos, because otherwise this cock may not have felt so good. Wait a minute, I thought to myself, this was feeling good; in fact, it was feeling so good that I was already starting to forgive him for his previous abuses.
As he started to hump in and out of my ass I could tell he was enjoying himself as well, as he hadn't said anything since he started fucking me; in fact I could hear him doing some heavy breathing of his own. He picked up pace now taking longer and longer strokes while hid did it. As he started to max out his depth, his heavy black balls began to slap the back of my own; I hug the toilet as best I can as his assault begins to lift me off the ground with each thrust. This stallion of a man had brought me from feeling like I was about to die to a feeling of pure ecstasy in a matter of moments, and now I am reveling in pure delight at what he was doing to me. I can't believe it, this stranger is sodomizing my virgin ass with his giant unprotected member and I'm loving every second of it; what is happening to me? With a devilish grin and unadulterated desire in my heart I turn my head back and look longingly at him over my shoulder. "Oh, you like this now, don't you slut?" I didn't have to say a word, to him I was an open book; I was now officially this black man's bitch and I was happy, and more importantly, willing to be just that.
With his cock still buried in my ass-pussy he scoops me up in one fell swoop reaching his muscular arms up under my knees lifting me into the air so that I am now impaled vertically on his shaft with my legs in the air. I grab each side of the stall walls to take some of my weight off of him as he continues to pound his rock hard member in and out of my guts. Still hitting as deep as before, I look down to see what is clearly an outline of the mushroom head of his massive cock moving up and down my lower abdomen in rhythm with his thrusts. "Oh My God!" I moan out load, as I can see his cock in my stomach! He grunts and I can feel his grip tighten; with one last thrust he buries it back in, sinking it all the way in, with me still mesmerized as I watch the head of his cock pulsate through my stomach wall as he unloads his baby seed into the depths of my bowls. I shudder as I hear him release a long powerful animal growl in my ear. With a few last thrusts for good measure, he empties his load and relaxes his grip allowing me to drop my legs to the floor. Standing still, I wanted to keep this stallion in me as long as I could as he continues to hug me from behind and pant breathlessly in my ear. After a few seconds though, I could feel his cock start to soften, I arch my back and mash my ass to his pelvis, but I feel him slide out of my ass with a "glup" sound followed by a "splat" as his mammoth load of cum was not contained by my well gaped ass.
My new lover's hand was now back between my legs again, and in on motion he scoops his hand from the back of my balls, well into my gaped ass-pussy and up my crack getting a full handful of his freshly deposited sperm mixed with a generous amount of my ass juices. "Now show me just what kind of a slut my new bitch is," he whispers in my ear, and without hesitation I took hold of his hand, open my mouth and tilt my head back, pouring in the contents of his palm. The taste of our newly minted love was nothing short of magnificent as I desperately lick and suck at his fingers to make sure I got every last drop still in a frenzy from the fuck session I just had. "Well, Shit, if your that hungry for it don't forget about that," he motioned to the leakage that had fallen to the floor when he had pulled out of me, as he pulls up his shorts and backs away from the stall. I drop to the floor and without disgust, begin to suck up the pool of cum splatter that I had let slip. "HaHaHa, That 's right bitch.. don't ever let me catch you wasting any of my gifts to you. Haa" he laughed mockingly at me and slapped his leg in content disbelief, but it didn't stop me from continuing to lap and suck that last of his cum from the cold cement floor.
"Is it my turn?" I look up from my cleanup duties to see the silhouette of what I figure is the other black guy my stallion had been talking with earlier standing in the parking lot. "Naw man, we gotta get goin pretty quick," my lover replied. "How bout I just give him a quick shower, he looks pretty dirty?" said the dark silhouette. "He's a dirty little slut alright... go for it, but make it quick." Unsure of what was going on now, I just stayed put, kneeling there on the floor as my recent lover walked out and left without so much as another glance in my direction. When he had rounded the corner out of sight, this new stranger walked up to me without a word and pushed me backward so that I was sitting on my ass facing him with a dumbfound expression on my face. I notice this new guy is a little bit bigger in stature than my recent lover, but didn't seem to be in quite as athletic a shape though, as he had a bit of a gut that showed, but the outline of his biceps was bigger around then my thigh and I figure he's got to be over two hundred and fifty pounds. Standing over me, he pulled his cock out of his shorts, and sonofabitch!, this one appeared to be almost as big as my last lover's. My eyes widened frantically as I realized there was no way I could survive another onslaught of a cock this size when a warm spray suddenly strikes my face. I instinctively put my hand up to block his spray of acrid smelling piss, but he just adjusts to my defense by methodically dousing every inch of me, directing his stream down from my face to my feet. Realizing that this situation wasn't going to be so bad, I decide to play along and sit back upright, opening my mouth like I had seen my wife do for her last boyfreind. The stranger plays along and redirects his stream of piss into my waiting mouth. At first I just sat there letting him piss in my mouth as it quickly filled up and poured out all over me, but then I realize I might be able to save myself from getting too drenched by giving it somewhere to go, so while still holding my mouth open I begin swallowing the warm salty liquid as fast as I can; but no sooner than I start swallowing, his stream quickly starts loosing pressure, and I scoot forward to catch the last few drops. Not wanting this new stranger to be too disappointed in my wastefulness of his gift, I grab hold of his cock and bring it to my lips as I lap and squeeze every last bit of liquid from his plumbing and probe his pee-hole with my tongue. "Oh Baby," groans the new dark stranger as a visible shiver runs through his body. He pulls up his shorts, gives me a half smile and a wink and leaves out in the same direction as my previous bull.
My mind was ablaze with what had just happened. Every emotion imaginable was coursing through my body, from anger at having just been forced into performing such despicable acts, to regret for having gotten such perverted sexual satisfaction from it. Guilt was their too; had I cheated on Stacy? After all, I hadn't intended to have sex; hell, I was raped. Did it matter that I liked it, that I went with it, and that I wanted more of it? My answer was staring me right in the face, still sitting there on the cold cement floor in a puddle of vomit and bile, dripping piss and cum, my little dicklet was rock hard yet again. Yep, I said to myself, I was going to have to make this happen again, even if it was cheating. I stood up and grabbed my soggy running shorts that were still around my ankles. Every inch of me was dripping piss and I realized that my pockets were empty. Had I brought my wallet? I could have sworn I had, as I started a frantic search of the bathroom floor for where it might have fallen out. Quickly exhausting the possible spots it might have been, I realized that the answer had to be that one of the men had taken it. I bust through the door running, thinking that I might be able to get it back from them, when I nearly trip over something right in the middle of the path. Stopping and turning back I realized right away that it was my wallet. Could I have dropped it here? I wonder to myself, as I know the answer no, and that it had been deliberately left where I would find it by the guy that took it. My heart began that sinking feeling as I realized the situation was going to start getting even more complicated. I opened the wallet and started rifling through it, money, credit cards, where all present; with the exception of one thing I was most worried about, my driver's license.
Oh no, they took it so that they would know where I live, there's no other explanation; I was now more worried than ever before. I'm married; they could just show up any time, this could ruin me. I knew they intended to come by for seconds on my ass and poor throat, or something more sinister, it was the only reason that made sense; at least I have a week before Stacy gets back, which gives me a little time to get this situation under control. As I walk the path back towards the parking lot in the direction of home, I know, there is no way in hell this guy is going to let me get control of the situation, he owns my ass now and gets off on it, he could care less about what my worries are, that's just one more way for him to control me.
"Hey Bitch, get over here," called the guy that had just recently pissed down my gullet. He was calling me from the driver seat of the white van I had seen the two of them standing next to when I had first ran by, just before our more intimate encounter. The van was running and he looked ready to go, so I obediently jogged up to his open window. "My boy Tyler said to say you could have this back now that he knows all he needs to know about his new little whiteboi pussy, and that we'd be seeing you again soon," he said to me handing back my driver's license and confirming my worst fears. "Tell you the truth; I might have to get me a piece of that too," eyeing me up and down like a ravenous carnivore eyes a helpless little bunny rabbit. Without giving me a chance for response, he put the van in gear and drove off smiling at me.
I continued my walk home, taking the back streets so that I didn't run into anybody while I was still dripping piss. When I got to the house I, locked the door behind me, and walked in stripping off my clothes and flopping down exhausted on my bed. I needed to take a shower, I thought, as I laid there naked reeking of stale piss and sex. The smell of cum was still strong in my sinuses; I can't believe I just had unprotected sex with a stranger, hell two strangers, how would I explain it to my wife if I had something; how could I not, he came in my ass for Christ sake. I reached down and fingered my raw ass, which was still wet and slimy from the ample load of cum that was leaking out. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled. The smell of my stud's seed was completely intoxicating; it didn't matter anymore I thought to myself, what was done was done; now my thoughts lingered on what was in store for our next encounter which I knew was sure to come. I closed my eyes and let myself drift into a dreamland as I continued to take in the intoxicating smell of my new black stud, my lover, my master, Tyler.
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