Graceful Submission
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[A story for Robert...he knows who he is!]
He'd been chatting with Dennis, an older black guy, for a week before making arrangements to meet him face to face, and as Robert got ready to leave his parents house, he felt that butterfly sensation in the pit of his stomach that was the expression of both nervousness, as well as excited anticipation.
The feeling was similar to the time when Robert, as a young boy, did his first-ever dive off a diving board; with that growing sense of uncertainty, and yet excitement, as he stood, for just a second or so in hesitation at the end of the long, springy board.
He'd eventually jumped---and that exhilarating blend of (momentary) panic, as gravity took over, and fear of the possible negative outcome, when combined like that in those fleeting seconds before impacting the water below, had resulted in an erection as Robert surfaced, puffing and gasping for fresh air!
He was feeling the same way now as he headed to meet Dennis!
Where Robert was of slender (but not feminine) build, Dennis was the opposite; and though not a 'body-builder', as such, the contrast between Robert and Dennis' physiques was an obvious one just the same, and even still fully dressed, Robert was impressed by the 'manliness' of Dennis' physical attributes; and felt his pulse still thudding above normal in his chest, as well as in his neck.
They sat and chatted a while, and Robert began trying to explain his feelings towards men, and especially towards black men, and though to him it seemed to come out in a rush of confused chaos, to Dennis it apparently didn't. He even smiled as Robert told him about how he had liked a particular young woman, who had nevertheless, chosen to be with a black man instead, and had had his baby, too!
"Am I making any sense?" Robert asked Dennis.
Dennis gave a small chuckle, and said: "It makes perfect sense!"
"It does?"
"Yeah, it does!" Dennis said, faintly smiling (or was it more like smirking?) "I've met with quite a number of young white guys around your age that feel these sorts of things."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah!" Dennis replied. "Sure. A LOT, actually! You are not the only one, I can promise!"
Robert suddenly felt less nervous, while at the same time, he felt his excitement and anticipation growing stronger as he sat chatting with Dennis.
Then, without the slightest trace of uncomfortable-ness, Dennis said: "You wanna suck my cock?"
At that, Robert felt that sudden stab of exhilaration rise up within him, and he said, without further hesitation, that he'd love to!
Dennis stood up, and he began unzipping his fly; and soon, he had his black cock, as well as his balls, hanging out; and Robert sat there staring fixedly at the sight of it!
"Well?" Dennis said, stroking his cock shaft in a relaxed, and even somewhat languid manner, as it rapidly stiffened into a beautiful, upward-curving, and deep, deep dark chocolate colored specimen of true manliness; the very sort of thing Robert's heart desired the most!
"Oh my god," Robert said, still seated, but not for long.
"Ya like it?" Dennis said, somewhat tauntingly it seemed, but that merely excited Robert all the more, because he wanted to be dominated by Dennis; by any black guy, for that matter! It had become such a powerful motivating force over him. It had been for a long time, but only now was he feeling free to acknowledge this---to himself, and now to other men, other black men especially.
"It's...it's beautiful," he finally said as he stood up and walked over to where Dennis was standing waiting.
Dennis just smiled, looked down at his magnificent cock jutting upwards into the air; it's fabulous, and perfectly shaped glans pointing directly at Robert; with a vague menace(?), but also a not-so-vague sense of dominance, and he said: "Come and worship it." It was more than an invitation. It was a command; and obeying it, Robert knelt on the floor directly in front of Dennis, and took the big cock head into his open mouth!
As Robert's mouth closed around Dennis' cock head, a fire, that had been only smoldering before, blazed up within him, and he began sucking that fabulous black cock with an intensity and hunger that pleasantly surprised both Robert and Dennis!
"MMM! Yeah!" Robert heard Dennis saying as he began working his cock over with unfeigned lustful enthusiasm. "SUCK my cock. Suck it GOOD. Suck it, faggot. MMM, YEAH! That's it. Ugh---fuck yes! WORSHIP that BIG black cock, white boy!"
Robert felt a strange and powerful excitement welling up within him as he sucked and slurped as much of that big black cock as he could; and, he also found it equally exhilarating to hear himself being called a 'faggot', a word that he would have earlier in his life dreaded to be called---but now, as he knelt there, with that fabulous black cock in his mouth, working it feverishly, the word seemed to have lost it's sting!
"Oh god!" Robert said, letting Dennis' cock slip out of his mouth momentarily. "I LOVE your cock SO MUCH!!" Then he immediately resumed sucking it.
"I know!" Dennis said, smiling as he looked down at the younger white guy going crazy on his cock. "You LOVE black cock! It's good. You SHOULD! Your a faggot. Faggot's love sucking cock, and big black cock the most! Right?"
Robert just moaned in his throat in reply; agreeing with everything Dennis had said as he did!
When Dennis came, Robert got a surprise at just how much cum there was; and he had to swallow rapidly so as not to let any of it leak out; and as he was doing so, he could hear Dennis grunting and groaning as his cock throbbed and pulsed with his ejaculations; and he felt the most incredible feeling of satisfaction; and of the clearly defined role of dominant black man over submissive white male! This, he told himself, was the life he should be living from here on out! This, this moment, when Dennis's huge, black, and so very masculine cock, was disgorging his load of sperm---THAT was the place Robert knew he was best suited to be in; and he continued to suck Dennis' cock till Dennis stepped back, and putting an end to that heavenly moment of surrender.
Dennis grinned down at him; that big black cock, still mostly erect, bobbing from side to side, the head glistening with Robert's saliva.
"Thank you!" Robert said, feeling real gratitude. "You have a fantastic cock. I loved sucking it!"
Dennis grinned a little more broadly. "I could tell! You suck cock good."
"How could I not, with such a fabulous cock as yours?"
Dennis grinned.
"Your welcome---faggot," he replied.
Dennis walked away and went to the bathroom as Robert stood up, uncertain what to do next. Leave? Stay awhile longer? He wasn't sure. Maybe he should leave now, before his presence bothered Dennis? A moment later, Dennis came back to the living room, having zipped up his fly. Robert could still see the obvious bulge behind the zipper. It had apparently not gone very flaccid yet. The outline was very noticeable. He felt his heart beating at the memory of it being inside his mouth!
After sucking Dennis' cock, Robert was incredibly horny and he wanted to jack-off badly.
He asked Dennis if he could do so, but Dennis said: "I'd prefer it if you did that at home. Not here. Sorry."
"Okay," Robert replied, feeling disappointment. He wanted an orgasm, but he wanted to do that in front of Dennis as a way of expressing his lust towards him. But Dennis had said no to that.
Robert felt like touching Dennis' crotch, and maybe, perhaps, if it wasn't too much to try, to kiss him---but he refrained.
"Well," Dennis said, "I gotta go do some errands." Robert understood that he was being asked to leave now.
At the door, before Dennis opened it, Robert said: "I'd---I'd love to suck you off again sometime," and then he hurriedly added: "I mean, if you'd like that, that is!"
Dennis grinned faintly, and he said: "Yeah. Sure. Maybe so...sometime. I'll text you IF I do, though. Don't contact me. Okay? I'LL contact YOU. Not the other way."
"Yes. Yes, of course!" Robert replied. "I understand. No problem!"
Dennis gave him a grin. "You did good!" Meaning the blow job, of course. "But I'm not a faggot, remember. YOU are. But not me. But---I might give you another chance, since you were so good at it, and so eager! I like that: eagerness. I like that in a white guy!" He smiled, and then opened the door and Robert left, excited, the taste of Dennis' cum in his mouth, and he also felt the first twinges of---not regret, per se, but of uncertainty---of not really knowing if Dennis would ever text him again! He certainly didn't have to. But, there was some hope that he might, and that buoyed his mood as he got into his car and drove away. Hope was better than despair.
The End
He'd been chatting with Dennis, an older black guy, for a week before making arrangements to meet him face to face, and as Robert got ready to leave his parents house, he felt that butterfly sensation in the pit of his stomach that was the expression of both nervousness, as well as excited anticipation.
The feeling was similar to the time when Robert, as a young boy, did his first-ever dive off a diving board; with that growing sense of uncertainty, and yet excitement, as he stood, for just a second or so in hesitation at the end of the long, springy board.
He'd eventually jumped---and that exhilarating blend of (momentary) panic, as gravity took over, and fear of the possible negative outcome, when combined like that in those fleeting seconds before impacting the water below, had resulted in an erection as Robert surfaced, puffing and gasping for fresh air!
He was feeling the same way now as he headed to meet Dennis!
Where Robert was of slender (but not feminine) build, Dennis was the opposite; and though not a 'body-builder', as such, the contrast between Robert and Dennis' physiques was an obvious one just the same, and even still fully dressed, Robert was impressed by the 'manliness' of Dennis' physical attributes; and felt his pulse still thudding above normal in his chest, as well as in his neck.
They sat and chatted a while, and Robert began trying to explain his feelings towards men, and especially towards black men, and though to him it seemed to come out in a rush of confused chaos, to Dennis it apparently didn't. He even smiled as Robert told him about how he had liked a particular young woman, who had nevertheless, chosen to be with a black man instead, and had had his baby, too!
"Am I making any sense?" Robert asked Dennis.
Dennis gave a small chuckle, and said: "It makes perfect sense!"
"It does?"
"Yeah, it does!" Dennis said, faintly smiling (or was it more like smirking?) "I've met with quite a number of young white guys around your age that feel these sorts of things."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah!" Dennis replied. "Sure. A LOT, actually! You are not the only one, I can promise!"
Robert suddenly felt less nervous, while at the same time, he felt his excitement and anticipation growing stronger as he sat chatting with Dennis.
Then, without the slightest trace of uncomfortable-ness, Dennis said: "You wanna suck my cock?"
At that, Robert felt that sudden stab of exhilaration rise up within him, and he said, without further hesitation, that he'd love to!
Dennis stood up, and he began unzipping his fly; and soon, he had his black cock, as well as his balls, hanging out; and Robert sat there staring fixedly at the sight of it!
"Well?" Dennis said, stroking his cock shaft in a relaxed, and even somewhat languid manner, as it rapidly stiffened into a beautiful, upward-curving, and deep, deep dark chocolate colored specimen of true manliness; the very sort of thing Robert's heart desired the most!
"Oh my god," Robert said, still seated, but not for long.
"Ya like it?" Dennis said, somewhat tauntingly it seemed, but that merely excited Robert all the more, because he wanted to be dominated by Dennis; by any black guy, for that matter! It had become such a powerful motivating force over him. It had been for a long time, but only now was he feeling free to acknowledge this---to himself, and now to other men, other black men especially.
"It's...it's beautiful," he finally said as he stood up and walked over to where Dennis was standing waiting.
Dennis just smiled, looked down at his magnificent cock jutting upwards into the air; it's fabulous, and perfectly shaped glans pointing directly at Robert; with a vague menace(?), but also a not-so-vague sense of dominance, and he said: "Come and worship it." It was more than an invitation. It was a command; and obeying it, Robert knelt on the floor directly in front of Dennis, and took the big cock head into his open mouth!
As Robert's mouth closed around Dennis' cock head, a fire, that had been only smoldering before, blazed up within him, and he began sucking that fabulous black cock with an intensity and hunger that pleasantly surprised both Robert and Dennis!
"MMM! Yeah!" Robert heard Dennis saying as he began working his cock over with unfeigned lustful enthusiasm. "SUCK my cock. Suck it GOOD. Suck it, faggot. MMM, YEAH! That's it. Ugh---fuck yes! WORSHIP that BIG black cock, white boy!"
Robert felt a strange and powerful excitement welling up within him as he sucked and slurped as much of that big black cock as he could; and, he also found it equally exhilarating to hear himself being called a 'faggot', a word that he would have earlier in his life dreaded to be called---but now, as he knelt there, with that fabulous black cock in his mouth, working it feverishly, the word seemed to have lost it's sting!
"Oh god!" Robert said, letting Dennis' cock slip out of his mouth momentarily. "I LOVE your cock SO MUCH!!" Then he immediately resumed sucking it.
"I know!" Dennis said, smiling as he looked down at the younger white guy going crazy on his cock. "You LOVE black cock! It's good. You SHOULD! Your a faggot. Faggot's love sucking cock, and big black cock the most! Right?"
Robert just moaned in his throat in reply; agreeing with everything Dennis had said as he did!
When Dennis came, Robert got a surprise at just how much cum there was; and he had to swallow rapidly so as not to let any of it leak out; and as he was doing so, he could hear Dennis grunting and groaning as his cock throbbed and pulsed with his ejaculations; and he felt the most incredible feeling of satisfaction; and of the clearly defined role of dominant black man over submissive white male! This, he told himself, was the life he should be living from here on out! This, this moment, when Dennis's huge, black, and so very masculine cock, was disgorging his load of sperm---THAT was the place Robert knew he was best suited to be in; and he continued to suck Dennis' cock till Dennis stepped back, and putting an end to that heavenly moment of surrender.
Dennis grinned down at him; that big black cock, still mostly erect, bobbing from side to side, the head glistening with Robert's saliva.
"Thank you!" Robert said, feeling real gratitude. "You have a fantastic cock. I loved sucking it!"
Dennis grinned a little more broadly. "I could tell! You suck cock good."
"How could I not, with such a fabulous cock as yours?"
Dennis grinned.
"Your welcome---faggot," he replied.
Dennis walked away and went to the bathroom as Robert stood up, uncertain what to do next. Leave? Stay awhile longer? He wasn't sure. Maybe he should leave now, before his presence bothered Dennis? A moment later, Dennis came back to the living room, having zipped up his fly. Robert could still see the obvious bulge behind the zipper. It had apparently not gone very flaccid yet. The outline was very noticeable. He felt his heart beating at the memory of it being inside his mouth!
After sucking Dennis' cock, Robert was incredibly horny and he wanted to jack-off badly.
He asked Dennis if he could do so, but Dennis said: "I'd prefer it if you did that at home. Not here. Sorry."
"Okay," Robert replied, feeling disappointment. He wanted an orgasm, but he wanted to do that in front of Dennis as a way of expressing his lust towards him. But Dennis had said no to that.
Robert felt like touching Dennis' crotch, and maybe, perhaps, if it wasn't too much to try, to kiss him---but he refrained.
"Well," Dennis said, "I gotta go do some errands." Robert understood that he was being asked to leave now.
At the door, before Dennis opened it, Robert said: "I'd---I'd love to suck you off again sometime," and then he hurriedly added: "I mean, if you'd like that, that is!"
Dennis grinned faintly, and he said: "Yeah. Sure. Maybe so...sometime. I'll text you IF I do, though. Don't contact me. Okay? I'LL contact YOU. Not the other way."
"Yes. Yes, of course!" Robert replied. "I understand. No problem!"
Dennis gave him a grin. "You did good!" Meaning the blow job, of course. "But I'm not a faggot, remember. YOU are. But not me. But---I might give you another chance, since you were so good at it, and so eager! I like that: eagerness. I like that in a white guy!" He smiled, and then opened the door and Robert left, excited, the taste of Dennis' cum in his mouth, and he also felt the first twinges of---not regret, per se, but of uncertainty---of not really knowing if Dennis would ever text him again! He certainly didn't have to. But, there was some hope that he might, and that buoyed his mood as he got into his car and drove away. Hope was better than despair.
The End
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