Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2013 17:58:04 -0800
From: Mike Askme <mikeisgfbc@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay For Black Cock - Chapter 1

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.

(More to cum)