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That was the first time in my life that I had any interactions at all with black people in either my workplace or in our everyday lives. We bought a nice home in the northeast suburbs of Jackson, where the black population is less concentrated, but we still encountered many black people there. I have always tried to take care of myself and stay fit, although at five feet and nine inches tall and weighing one hundred and fifty-five pounds I am definitely not heavily muscled. I joined an athletic club not too far from my home and worked out three nights a week, with longer sessions on the weekends. I’m guessing that about half of the members of the gym are black, and I was impressed and a little intimidated by the physiques of the black men.
Many of them had well sculpted chests, arms, and abs, which I had not achieved after years of working out. I always finished my workouts by relaxing in the steam room, which is a pretty good size. It looks to be fifteen feet long and nine feet wide, with two-tiered teak benches on each side and a walkway between them. The normal etiquette was for men to go nude in the steam room, and for sanitary reasons, we used the towels provided by the gym to sit on. This is one of the nicest steam rooms I’ve ever used, and I was surprised that it was not used that heavily. It was usually just me and maybe one or two other men who used the room, at least when I was there. There was one black man that I saw on my first Monday night at the gym, and when I saw him on Wednesday I thought that he might be on a similar workout schedule to mine.
I usually saw him in the weight room and the steam room afterwards. He looked to be in his early fifties, ruggedly handsome with a shaved head, six feet and two inches tall, and about one hundred and ninety-five pounds of solid muscle. He was usually already working out when I arrived, and didn’t come into the steam room until about fifteen minutes after I went in there. I usually sat on the lower bench on one side, and he sat across from me on the second level. I tried my best not to stare at him, but I had never before seen dark-skinned men nude before. He was very muscular, but the thing that really caught my attention was his genitals. In all my years going to the gym in Boise, I had never before seen a black man, or any men as well-hung as he is.
He always sat with his ass on the front edge of the bench, and leaning back against the wall behind him, with his cock and balls hanging over the front of the bench. His cock is uncircumcised and looked to be eight inches long on soft. It was also as thick as my wife’s wrist, and his egg-sized balls hung down in his long, hairy scrotum. On a Wednesday, the second day I saw him in the steam room, he looked like he had an amused look on his face as he watched me watching him. Instead of calling me on it, though, he smiled and said in his melodious, baritone voice, “Hey, man, this is only the second time I’ve seen you here at the gym, so you must be new to the area. My name is Jefferson, and I’d like to welcome you to the club. Where are you from?”
I smiled back at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my thin little dick, which is only two inches long when soft, and four inches on hard. He has a very engaging personality and I wanted to be friendly and also compliment him on being well-built. So I responded, “Hi, Jefferson, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Craig, and my wife Diana and I moved here from Boise a week ago. I just joined the gym three days ago, and to tell you the truth, I’ve been working out for years and can never seem to become as well-developed as you are.
I’ve watched you working out, and you really put your heart into it. What gives you the motivation to press that hard?” Jefferson smiled and said, “Well, it’s probably due to my stressful job. I’m the principal in a high school down in the city, and I work out this way to relieve the tension. There was something about our conversation and the way that Jefferson was looking at me that was getting me aroused. I had never before in my life been attracted to other men or their genitals, but after hearing the things he was saying, and seeing his big, coal black cock and balls hanging there so enticingly between his legs, I was definitely engrossed with his genitals.
And none of that would’ve probably bothered me if I wasn’t experiencing the same thing at home with Diana. For the previous two years she had very little interest in sex, and I was lucky to get to fuck her once every two months. So I revealed my kinship with him in that regard saying, “I sure understand that shit, Jefferson. My wife hasn’t been putting out much lately either.” He didn’t respond right away, and something deep in my psyche that I didn’t fully understand at the time, was urging me to find out more about his situation. So I said, “If you don’t mind me asking, do your workouts provide all of the relief you need. And as much as I love that black booty, it has actually been white mothers that were my best conquests.”
He paused briefly and continued, “No offense, Craig, but I just love fucking that white pussy, especially when they tell me about their husband’s little dicks. And most of those women weren’t even putting out for their husbands, but were still anxious to fuck me. Those women seem to be obsessed with my big, black cock, and the husbands encourage them. Two of the white women actually invited me to their homes, and their husbands were so into it that they sucked my cock to get it hard to fuck their wives, and then cleaned both of us with their mouths afterwards. The only problem is that I don’t get enough of that married, white pussy or blowjobs to keep me satisfied.
” He was describing things that I would have never imagined happening in real life, and that I had never even heard of due to my previous immersion in a totally white, conservative culture before the move to Jackson. And not only were his raw, sexual comments titillating, I took his comment about taking ‘no offense’ to be a sign that his opinion was not only am I white and smaller in stature and build, but I also had a small dick. The strange thing was that the humiliation I felt about my small dick, and the veiled implication that I might be capable of being one of those submissive white husbands, was arousing, and almost allowed me to see myself in the role of one of those cock sucking husbands.
My dick was getting hard, and I tried to hide it by leaning down with my arms between my legs. I didn’t respond to his last comment about not getting enough white pussy, and just asked him questions about the club and the area. I was trying to understand the new feelings that I was experiencing and my attraction to his cock and balls. I needed time to think things through. I usually like to shower at the gym before going home, but that night I went home right after I left the steam room. By the time I got home and into the shower, my mind was obsessing over Jefferson’s provocative comments and the vision of his big cock and low-hanging balls.
It took me less than a minute to masturbate to my biggest orgasm in years. After my ejaculation I got the post-orgasm blahs and was ashamed for myself at jacking off while fantasizing that I was sucking Jefferson’s black cock. The anticipation was building Thursday and Friday at work, and I was hoping to see Jefferson again on Friday evening at the gym. It felt really strange, embarrassing, and damaging to my self-image for me to have an attraction to a middle-aged black man’s genitals. As I thought about it, I knew that his appeal was likely due in no small part to the strength of his take-charge, dominant, and self-assured persona, as well as his pendulous genitals that almost demanded to be worshiped. At that time, I had no intention of actually following through on my fantasy of sucking his cock, but I was eager to see him again.
You can imagine my disappointment when I didn’t see him in either the weight room or the steam room on Friday. Although, there were two other black men in the steam room that night, and with my new found awareness of black cocks, I looked at their cocks as often as possible, not even caring if they caught me. I went back to the gym early Sunday morning, and I was pleasantly surprised to see Jefferson there. I probably acted a little too happy to see him, as he invited me to lift with him for a little while in the weight room. Then I left ahead of him to go to the steam room. He came into the steam room about twenty minutes later, and that time he sat on the second tier of the bench right next to me, with his feet on the first bench, as I sat on the first bench. The height of the benches was such that his crotch was on the same level as my head, and I couldn’t see over his thigh at his heavily hanging cock and balls. I easily sensed his sweaty and musky aroma, which was stimulating to me.
We were the only two men in there at that time. We talked about our lifting for a few minutes, with me turned partially towards and looking up at him so I could see his face. I was able glance down below his thigh at his cock from time to time. Then he changed the tenor of the conversation by saying, “You know, Craig, I feel like we got to know one another pretty well on Wednesday evening. I like you, and think we could be good friends. I was also pleasantly surprised that you weren’t put off by my discussion of the white couples I’ve fucked.
That makes me think that you might have some interest in what I was talking about.” He paused momentarily, likely trying to gauge my reaction to his comments. When I didn’t react negatively, he said, “I mean, after all, Craig, you could barely keep your eyes off of my cock on Monday and Wednesday nights, and I even noticed that you were getting a little boner on Wednesday. So if you do have any interest, don’t be shy or ashamed to admit it. I’ve met several other white men here over the years that have helped me and some of my black friends out from time to time. And our involvement started just like this.
Tell me what you’re thinking, Craig. Am I right about you?” I thought that I would be able to hide in my fantasies for a great while longer. But his comments and direct question took me off guard and forced me to confront my uncertainty sooner. It was too embarrassing at that point to straight-out admit to Jefferson that I was fantasizing about sucking his cock, so I gave him a half-assed answer saying, “I’m really sorry about staring at you, Jefferson. It’s just that where I was raised and lived for most of my life, I have barely even seen any black men, and definitely no black men’s genitals. When I saw you on Monday, I could hardly believe how long and thick your soft cock was, and believe it or not, I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before either.
And when you started talking about fucking those white women, who had submissive, little-dicked husbands, I started to identify with them. At this point I’m just confused about the feelings I’m having, since I’ve never before been sexually attracted to other men.” Jefferson looked pleased by my response, and he replied, “I think what you’re feeling is perfectly natural, Craig, and that’s how the other men had been too. Some men are just innately more submissive and attracted to more-dominant men. Now this might sound a little selfish on my part, but you owe it to yourself to at least test your sexual attraction to me. That way, if it turns out not to be right for you, then no harm done. We can just be friends, and you can stop being conflicted about it.
On the other hand, if you like it, then you will have opened yourself up to having some amazing experiences. And that goes for Diana too. I might be able to help her out with a teaching job at my school, especially if you two are taking care of my needs. What do you say, Craig?” The selfconfidence that Jefferson was exhibiting by taking the initiative, and the fact that he was sitting on a higher level and looking down at me, was fueling my desire to be subservient to him. And he even had the nerve to bring Diana into the conversation. I knew at that point that I would yield to his desires, but I wasn’t sure how we would go about it.
So I asked, “What exactly are you talking about, Jefferson? Do you mean right here and right now? What if someone comes in here?” Jefferson smiled and replied, “The steam room isn’t used that heavily on Sunday mornings, and even if someone came in here, they wouldn’t give a shit about seeing us. And if it’s one of my black friends, he might even want to join in the fun. You can just stay where you are, and turn more towards me, while I move over so you’ll be between my legs. Then you can get acquainted with my black fuck meat, and we can see how it goes. Just give in to your fantasies, Craig; I can sense that you want to.” I didn’t say anything in response, but he knew that he had me when I turned his way.
He stood up and then sat back down with me between his legs, and his black cock and low-hanging balls were right in my face. I gripped his thick, soft cock with one hand, and fondled his balls with the other. His cock was so thick and meaty in my hand, and my fingers just barely fit all of the way around it. His cock began to harden as I slowly stroked and slid the oozing foreskin over his huge cock head. The musky smell of his genitals was powerful in a very pleasing way, and I loved the feeling of his hairy, heavy balls in my other hand. His cock grew to what looked and felt like at least eleven inches long, and even thicker.
I was amazed that a human cock could be that big. Jefferson began to almost imperceptibly shift his hips, fucking his cock in my hand. Then he placed his hand behind my head, and pulled me towards his shaft, while saying, “That’s it, Craig, just open your mouth and get your first taste of my black meat.” It felt like I was outside of myself looking down as I opened my mouth as widely as I could and got my first taste of his cock, or any cock for that matter. The foreskin was partially retracted, and his cock head was covered in precum. I had never even tasted my own cum, and I liked the salty and slightly bitter taste of his semen. And just the thought that I was tasting and swallowing a black man’s reproductive fluids that way was turning me on even more.
I had no previous experience sucking cock, and I was moving back and forth on his shaft, taking more and more each time. I found out that he wanted more when he said, “I can see that you’ve never done this before, and I’m happy to teach you. Keep going up and down on my shaft, but start sucking and tonguing my shaft as you go. Also, when you get to the head, suck and lick me there, and just on the underside of the head. Go on, man, suck me like you’re in love with my cock.” I began sucking his cock as he directed, and I could tell from his thrusting and heavier breathing that he liked what I was doing. I was just getting into a good rhythm sucking him and fondling his massive balls at the same time, when I heard the door to the room open and close.
I tried to pull back and see who came in, but Jefferson held me there between his legs with his cock in my mouth. Then I heard what must have been another black man saying, “Damn, Jefferson, you’re something else. I don’t know how you can entice these white cock suckers to suck your meat so easily. Have you used this pretty boy or his wife before?” Jefferson’s cock flexed in my mouth as he laughed and said, “No, Sammy, this is a brand new one for me. He just moved to Jackson from one of the whitest places in the country, and I’m teaching him all about black cock and how much we love white mouths. I knew that he was ripe for picking when I saw him staring at my cock and balls a couple of times.
I haven’t been with or even met his wife yet, but I’m sure going to try to make that happen as well. Come have a seat and watch. He’s learning quickly and seems to really love my meat. If I’m right about him, then he’ll want to suck you too after I’m through with him.” They were talking about me like I was just some sort of fuck hole or mouth-cunt for them. And believe it not, the feeling of being used that way by black men, and hearing them talk about fucking my wife, was very arousing to me. I knew that my little dick was hard as I sucked Jefferson and listened to their comments. Sammy confirmed that when he said, “You’re fucking sure right about him, Jefferson. That cock sucker’s little, white, needle dick is sticking up and leaking precum.
Hi wife is really going to love your big cock after only having that little thing in her white cunt for so many years.” It only took Jefferson a couple of more minutes to ejaculate, and as his big cock throbbed, jerked, and spewed his massive load of semen and sperm into my eagerly sucking mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing as he moaned and gasped saying, “Oh fuck yeahhhh, this cock sucker is swallowing my two-week load, and sucking me hard to get more. Shit, Sammy, this guy is a natural, and you’ll love his sweet mouth. But first, I need to teach him to suck my balls. Okay, boy, get on down there and suck my sweaty balls for me.” I did love the taste and texture of his thick cum load, and as he pushed me down to his balls, I loved the aroma and taste of his hairy and sweaty black balls.
I sucked his big testicles into my mouth, one at a time, and he held my head against him as I happily sucked his balls. After sucking him that way for about five minutes, he pushed me away and said, “That’s enough for me for now, Craig. Be a good boy and take care of Sammy for me. He’s probably got a nice load for you too after watching you suck me, and he might even have something new to show you.” When I pulled away from Jefferson’s balls I got my first look at Sammy. He was about six feet tall and very muscular, but much heavier built than Jefferson. Sammy had thick thighs and a big, black ass. He smiled down at me and said, “Hi, Craig, it’s nice to meet you.
I’m sure happy to be feeding you my cock and cum, and I want you to work over my nuts too.” He sat back and a little sideways on the top bench and spread his legs, as I sat sideways on the bench in front of him. His cock was soft and maybe seven inches long, and a little thicker than Jefferson’s, and he was sweaty from working out. He lifted his thick thighs over my shoulders, and flexed his legs against my back, pulling me forcefully to his crotch. I began sucking his balls, and I liked the feeling of being held captive between his muscular legs like that. After sucking him that way for a few minutes, he continued holding my face against his scrotum as he tilted his hips upwards.
That brought his long, thick perineum to my mouth, and although the smell was funky down there, I liked the way he was squirming on my face as I sucked and tongued him there. In another couple of minutes, he released the grip with his legs and pushed me back saying, “If you like sucking me behind my balls, I’ve got something you might like even better. Lay back on the bench for me, boy.” I lay back on the bench and Sammy straddled my head with his thick, sweaty thighs, and pressed he perineum to my mouth. As I sucked him there again, he started slowly moving back and forth, kind of fucking my face with his crotch. I loved the feeling of being pinned under him that way as I learned to breathe when he slid back each time.
At first he was just pressing my face to his balls and perineum, but as his movements became more pronounced, my face was beginning to slide into his hairy, sweaty ass crack. And as his heavy ass cheeks completely enveloped my face, I was experiencing a whole new level of degradation, and loving it. My face was wet with the sweat of his ass. As I was sucking and licking his crack, I realized that I must have been licking his asshole when I felt the crinkly skin there. That’s when Sammy pressed down even harder on me, and I could barely hear him when he said, “Oh fuck yeah, white boy, suck that black asshole. That’s it, boy, eat my smelly fucking ass.” I sucked and tongued his asshole as I spread his cheeks with my hands and he squirmed on top of me.
And I was getting so turned on by the humiliation that I was feeling at doing something so disgusting, that I ejaculated onto my stomach without even touching my dick. Both men started laughing when they saw that, and I could barely hear Jefferson when he said, “Way to go training my boy, Sammy. That cock sucker likes eating black ass so much that he shot his little load all over himself.” Sammy stayed on my face that way for another few minutes, and then he pulled back off of me and pressed his hard, ten-inch cock to my mouth. He lay on top of me that way fucking my mouth like a cunt, until he shot his huge load of black seed into my hungrily, sucking mouth.
After I totally drained his cock and swallowed his cum, he got off of me and said, “I’d sure like to stay and use this cock sucker again, Jefferson, but I need to get home and get ready for church. Maybe I can catch up with you another time to enjoy him again.” After he left, I was alone in the steam room with Jefferson again. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as embarrassed as I thought I would be. I was so excited about what I had done with those black men that I didn’t even have the post-orgasm blahs after having ejaculated.
Jefferson smiled at me and said, “See, Craig, I told you that you’d love black cock after you got your first taste, and it seems that you have a taste for black balls and ass too. I’d like for you to suck me off again in a few minutes, but first I want to talk to you about your wife.
Many of them had well sculpted chests, arms, and abs, which I had not achieved after years of working out. I always finished my workouts by relaxing in the steam room, which is a pretty good size. It looks to be fifteen feet long and nine feet wide, with two-tiered teak benches on each side and a walkway between them. The normal etiquette was for men to go nude in the steam room, and for sanitary reasons, we used the towels provided by the gym to sit on. This is one of the nicest steam rooms I’ve ever used, and I was surprised that it was not used that heavily. It was usually just me and maybe one or two other men who used the room, at least when I was there. There was one black man that I saw on my first Monday night at the gym, and when I saw him on Wednesday I thought that he might be on a similar workout schedule to mine.
I usually saw him in the weight room and the steam room afterwards. He looked to be in his early fifties, ruggedly handsome with a shaved head, six feet and two inches tall, and about one hundred and ninety-five pounds of solid muscle. He was usually already working out when I arrived, and didn’t come into the steam room until about fifteen minutes after I went in there. I usually sat on the lower bench on one side, and he sat across from me on the second level. I tried my best not to stare at him, but I had never before seen dark-skinned men nude before. He was very muscular, but the thing that really caught my attention was his genitals. In all my years going to the gym in Boise, I had never before seen a black man, or any men as well-hung as he is.
He always sat with his ass on the front edge of the bench, and leaning back against the wall behind him, with his cock and balls hanging over the front of the bench. His cock is uncircumcised and looked to be eight inches long on soft. It was also as thick as my wife’s wrist, and his egg-sized balls hung down in his long, hairy scrotum. On a Wednesday, the second day I saw him in the steam room, he looked like he had an amused look on his face as he watched me watching him. Instead of calling me on it, though, he smiled and said in his melodious, baritone voice, “Hey, man, this is only the second time I’ve seen you here at the gym, so you must be new to the area. My name is Jefferson, and I’d like to welcome you to the club. Where are you from?”
I smiled back at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my thin little dick, which is only two inches long when soft, and four inches on hard. He has a very engaging personality and I wanted to be friendly and also compliment him on being well-built. So I responded, “Hi, Jefferson, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Craig, and my wife Diana and I moved here from Boise a week ago. I just joined the gym three days ago, and to tell you the truth, I’ve been working out for years and can never seem to become as well-developed as you are.
I’ve watched you working out, and you really put your heart into it. What gives you the motivation to press that hard?” Jefferson smiled and said, “Well, it’s probably due to my stressful job. I’m the principal in a high school down in the city, and I work out this way to relieve the tension. There was something about our conversation and the way that Jefferson was looking at me that was getting me aroused. I had never before in my life been attracted to other men or their genitals, but after hearing the things he was saying, and seeing his big, coal black cock and balls hanging there so enticingly between his legs, I was definitely engrossed with his genitals.
And none of that would’ve probably bothered me if I wasn’t experiencing the same thing at home with Diana. For the previous two years she had very little interest in sex, and I was lucky to get to fuck her once every two months. So I revealed my kinship with him in that regard saying, “I sure understand that shit, Jefferson. My wife hasn’t been putting out much lately either.” He didn’t respond right away, and something deep in my psyche that I didn’t fully understand at the time, was urging me to find out more about his situation. So I said, “If you don’t mind me asking, do your workouts provide all of the relief you need. And as much as I love that black booty, it has actually been white mothers that were my best conquests.”
He paused briefly and continued, “No offense, Craig, but I just love fucking that white pussy, especially when they tell me about their husband’s little dicks. And most of those women weren’t even putting out for their husbands, but were still anxious to fuck me. Those women seem to be obsessed with my big, black cock, and the husbands encourage them. Two of the white women actually invited me to their homes, and their husbands were so into it that they sucked my cock to get it hard to fuck their wives, and then cleaned both of us with their mouths afterwards. The only problem is that I don’t get enough of that married, white pussy or blowjobs to keep me satisfied.
” He was describing things that I would have never imagined happening in real life, and that I had never even heard of due to my previous immersion in a totally white, conservative culture before the move to Jackson. And not only were his raw, sexual comments titillating, I took his comment about taking ‘no offense’ to be a sign that his opinion was not only am I white and smaller in stature and build, but I also had a small dick. The strange thing was that the humiliation I felt about my small dick, and the veiled implication that I might be capable of being one of those submissive white husbands, was arousing, and almost allowed me to see myself in the role of one of those cock sucking husbands.
My dick was getting hard, and I tried to hide it by leaning down with my arms between my legs. I didn’t respond to his last comment about not getting enough white pussy, and just asked him questions about the club and the area. I was trying to understand the new feelings that I was experiencing and my attraction to his cock and balls. I needed time to think things through. I usually like to shower at the gym before going home, but that night I went home right after I left the steam room. By the time I got home and into the shower, my mind was obsessing over Jefferson’s provocative comments and the vision of his big cock and low-hanging balls.
It took me less than a minute to masturbate to my biggest orgasm in years. After my ejaculation I got the post-orgasm blahs and was ashamed for myself at jacking off while fantasizing that I was sucking Jefferson’s black cock. The anticipation was building Thursday and Friday at work, and I was hoping to see Jefferson again on Friday evening at the gym. It felt really strange, embarrassing, and damaging to my self-image for me to have an attraction to a middle-aged black man’s genitals. As I thought about it, I knew that his appeal was likely due in no small part to the strength of his take-charge, dominant, and self-assured persona, as well as his pendulous genitals that almost demanded to be worshiped. At that time, I had no intention of actually following through on my fantasy of sucking his cock, but I was eager to see him again.
You can imagine my disappointment when I didn’t see him in either the weight room or the steam room on Friday. Although, there were two other black men in the steam room that night, and with my new found awareness of black cocks, I looked at their cocks as often as possible, not even caring if they caught me. I went back to the gym early Sunday morning, and I was pleasantly surprised to see Jefferson there. I probably acted a little too happy to see him, as he invited me to lift with him for a little while in the weight room. Then I left ahead of him to go to the steam room. He came into the steam room about twenty minutes later, and that time he sat on the second tier of the bench right next to me, with his feet on the first bench, as I sat on the first bench. The height of the benches was such that his crotch was on the same level as my head, and I couldn’t see over his thigh at his heavily hanging cock and balls. I easily sensed his sweaty and musky aroma, which was stimulating to me.
We were the only two men in there at that time. We talked about our lifting for a few minutes, with me turned partially towards and looking up at him so I could see his face. I was able glance down below his thigh at his cock from time to time. Then he changed the tenor of the conversation by saying, “You know, Craig, I feel like we got to know one another pretty well on Wednesday evening. I like you, and think we could be good friends. I was also pleasantly surprised that you weren’t put off by my discussion of the white couples I’ve fucked.
That makes me think that you might have some interest in what I was talking about.” He paused momentarily, likely trying to gauge my reaction to his comments. When I didn’t react negatively, he said, “I mean, after all, Craig, you could barely keep your eyes off of my cock on Monday and Wednesday nights, and I even noticed that you were getting a little boner on Wednesday. So if you do have any interest, don’t be shy or ashamed to admit it. I’ve met several other white men here over the years that have helped me and some of my black friends out from time to time. And our involvement started just like this.
Tell me what you’re thinking, Craig. Am I right about you?” I thought that I would be able to hide in my fantasies for a great while longer. But his comments and direct question took me off guard and forced me to confront my uncertainty sooner. It was too embarrassing at that point to straight-out admit to Jefferson that I was fantasizing about sucking his cock, so I gave him a half-assed answer saying, “I’m really sorry about staring at you, Jefferson. It’s just that where I was raised and lived for most of my life, I have barely even seen any black men, and definitely no black men’s genitals. When I saw you on Monday, I could hardly believe how long and thick your soft cock was, and believe it or not, I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before either.
And when you started talking about fucking those white women, who had submissive, little-dicked husbands, I started to identify with them. At this point I’m just confused about the feelings I’m having, since I’ve never before been sexually attracted to other men.” Jefferson looked pleased by my response, and he replied, “I think what you’re feeling is perfectly natural, Craig, and that’s how the other men had been too. Some men are just innately more submissive and attracted to more-dominant men. Now this might sound a little selfish on my part, but you owe it to yourself to at least test your sexual attraction to me. That way, if it turns out not to be right for you, then no harm done. We can just be friends, and you can stop being conflicted about it.
On the other hand, if you like it, then you will have opened yourself up to having some amazing experiences. And that goes for Diana too. I might be able to help her out with a teaching job at my school, especially if you two are taking care of my needs. What do you say, Craig?” The selfconfidence that Jefferson was exhibiting by taking the initiative, and the fact that he was sitting on a higher level and looking down at me, was fueling my desire to be subservient to him. And he even had the nerve to bring Diana into the conversation. I knew at that point that I would yield to his desires, but I wasn’t sure how we would go about it.
So I asked, “What exactly are you talking about, Jefferson? Do you mean right here and right now? What if someone comes in here?” Jefferson smiled and replied, “The steam room isn’t used that heavily on Sunday mornings, and even if someone came in here, they wouldn’t give a shit about seeing us. And if it’s one of my black friends, he might even want to join in the fun. You can just stay where you are, and turn more towards me, while I move over so you’ll be between my legs. Then you can get acquainted with my black fuck meat, and we can see how it goes. Just give in to your fantasies, Craig; I can sense that you want to.” I didn’t say anything in response, but he knew that he had me when I turned his way.
He stood up and then sat back down with me between his legs, and his black cock and low-hanging balls were right in my face. I gripped his thick, soft cock with one hand, and fondled his balls with the other. His cock was so thick and meaty in my hand, and my fingers just barely fit all of the way around it. His cock began to harden as I slowly stroked and slid the oozing foreskin over his huge cock head. The musky smell of his genitals was powerful in a very pleasing way, and I loved the feeling of his hairy, heavy balls in my other hand. His cock grew to what looked and felt like at least eleven inches long, and even thicker.
I was amazed that a human cock could be that big. Jefferson began to almost imperceptibly shift his hips, fucking his cock in my hand. Then he placed his hand behind my head, and pulled me towards his shaft, while saying, “That’s it, Craig, just open your mouth and get your first taste of my black meat.” It felt like I was outside of myself looking down as I opened my mouth as widely as I could and got my first taste of his cock, or any cock for that matter. The foreskin was partially retracted, and his cock head was covered in precum. I had never even tasted my own cum, and I liked the salty and slightly bitter taste of his semen. And just the thought that I was tasting and swallowing a black man’s reproductive fluids that way was turning me on even more.
I had no previous experience sucking cock, and I was moving back and forth on his shaft, taking more and more each time. I found out that he wanted more when he said, “I can see that you’ve never done this before, and I’m happy to teach you. Keep going up and down on my shaft, but start sucking and tonguing my shaft as you go. Also, when you get to the head, suck and lick me there, and just on the underside of the head. Go on, man, suck me like you’re in love with my cock.” I began sucking his cock as he directed, and I could tell from his thrusting and heavier breathing that he liked what I was doing. I was just getting into a good rhythm sucking him and fondling his massive balls at the same time, when I heard the door to the room open and close.
I tried to pull back and see who came in, but Jefferson held me there between his legs with his cock in my mouth. Then I heard what must have been another black man saying, “Damn, Jefferson, you’re something else. I don’t know how you can entice these white cock suckers to suck your meat so easily. Have you used this pretty boy or his wife before?” Jefferson’s cock flexed in my mouth as he laughed and said, “No, Sammy, this is a brand new one for me. He just moved to Jackson from one of the whitest places in the country, and I’m teaching him all about black cock and how much we love white mouths. I knew that he was ripe for picking when I saw him staring at my cock and balls a couple of times.
I haven’t been with or even met his wife yet, but I’m sure going to try to make that happen as well. Come have a seat and watch. He’s learning quickly and seems to really love my meat. If I’m right about him, then he’ll want to suck you too after I’m through with him.” They were talking about me like I was just some sort of fuck hole or mouth-cunt for them. And believe it not, the feeling of being used that way by black men, and hearing them talk about fucking my wife, was very arousing to me. I knew that my little dick was hard as I sucked Jefferson and listened to their comments. Sammy confirmed that when he said, “You’re fucking sure right about him, Jefferson. That cock sucker’s little, white, needle dick is sticking up and leaking precum.
Hi wife is really going to love your big cock after only having that little thing in her white cunt for so many years.” It only took Jefferson a couple of more minutes to ejaculate, and as his big cock throbbed, jerked, and spewed his massive load of semen and sperm into my eagerly sucking mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing as he moaned and gasped saying, “Oh fuck yeahhhh, this cock sucker is swallowing my two-week load, and sucking me hard to get more. Shit, Sammy, this guy is a natural, and you’ll love his sweet mouth. But first, I need to teach him to suck my balls. Okay, boy, get on down there and suck my sweaty balls for me.” I did love the taste and texture of his thick cum load, and as he pushed me down to his balls, I loved the aroma and taste of his hairy and sweaty black balls.
I sucked his big testicles into my mouth, one at a time, and he held my head against him as I happily sucked his balls. After sucking him that way for about five minutes, he pushed me away and said, “That’s enough for me for now, Craig. Be a good boy and take care of Sammy for me. He’s probably got a nice load for you too after watching you suck me, and he might even have something new to show you.” When I pulled away from Jefferson’s balls I got my first look at Sammy. He was about six feet tall and very muscular, but much heavier built than Jefferson. Sammy had thick thighs and a big, black ass. He smiled down at me and said, “Hi, Craig, it’s nice to meet you.
I’m sure happy to be feeding you my cock and cum, and I want you to work over my nuts too.” He sat back and a little sideways on the top bench and spread his legs, as I sat sideways on the bench in front of him. His cock was soft and maybe seven inches long, and a little thicker than Jefferson’s, and he was sweaty from working out. He lifted his thick thighs over my shoulders, and flexed his legs against my back, pulling me forcefully to his crotch. I began sucking his balls, and I liked the feeling of being held captive between his muscular legs like that. After sucking him that way for a few minutes, he continued holding my face against his scrotum as he tilted his hips upwards.
That brought his long, thick perineum to my mouth, and although the smell was funky down there, I liked the way he was squirming on my face as I sucked and tongued him there. In another couple of minutes, he released the grip with his legs and pushed me back saying, “If you like sucking me behind my balls, I’ve got something you might like even better. Lay back on the bench for me, boy.” I lay back on the bench and Sammy straddled my head with his thick, sweaty thighs, and pressed he perineum to my mouth. As I sucked him there again, he started slowly moving back and forth, kind of fucking my face with his crotch. I loved the feeling of being pinned under him that way as I learned to breathe when he slid back each time.
At first he was just pressing my face to his balls and perineum, but as his movements became more pronounced, my face was beginning to slide into his hairy, sweaty ass crack. And as his heavy ass cheeks completely enveloped my face, I was experiencing a whole new level of degradation, and loving it. My face was wet with the sweat of his ass. As I was sucking and licking his crack, I realized that I must have been licking his asshole when I felt the crinkly skin there. That’s when Sammy pressed down even harder on me, and I could barely hear him when he said, “Oh fuck yeah, white boy, suck that black asshole. That’s it, boy, eat my smelly fucking ass.” I sucked and tongued his asshole as I spread his cheeks with my hands and he squirmed on top of me.
And I was getting so turned on by the humiliation that I was feeling at doing something so disgusting, that I ejaculated onto my stomach without even touching my dick. Both men started laughing when they saw that, and I could barely hear Jefferson when he said, “Way to go training my boy, Sammy. That cock sucker likes eating black ass so much that he shot his little load all over himself.” Sammy stayed on my face that way for another few minutes, and then he pulled back off of me and pressed his hard, ten-inch cock to my mouth. He lay on top of me that way fucking my mouth like a cunt, until he shot his huge load of black seed into my hungrily, sucking mouth.
After I totally drained his cock and swallowed his cum, he got off of me and said, “I’d sure like to stay and use this cock sucker again, Jefferson, but I need to get home and get ready for church. Maybe I can catch up with you another time to enjoy him again.” After he left, I was alone in the steam room with Jefferson again. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as embarrassed as I thought I would be. I was so excited about what I had done with those black men that I didn’t even have the post-orgasm blahs after having ejaculated.
Jefferson smiled at me and said, “See, Craig, I told you that you’d love black cock after you got your first taste, and it seems that you have a taste for black balls and ass too. I’d like for you to suck me off again in a few minutes, but first I want to talk to you about your wife.
Lynne
- 30.08.2022
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