Turned for Christmas

I woke up the next morning in my bed with the sun shining through the blinds. I was naked with dried cum on my chest and a dull ache in my ass. I was confused for a second, and I was trying to process where I was. As I woke up my memories came roaring back, and I remembered the previous night and being fucked by Marcus’ big cock. My own cock was raging hard from morning wood. I rubbed my hands down my chest, remembering the white flakes were from my own load I had blown before falling asleep. My hands reached around to my ass and felt the plastic base of the butt plug that was holding several loads of hot cum up my ass. I wasn’t sure if the ache in my ass was from the plug, or if it was from my ass being fucked for the first time.

I looked at my phone and noted I had a message from “Bull” that was sent at 6:57am. I opened it and found a video message from Marcus. I played the video and saw a large black cock pounding into a white ass, with the voice of whoever was being fucked moaning loudly. As the 15 second video played, the camera moved up to a face that I immediately recognized as my own. My heart sank that knowing that another video of me in this type of position existed, after Marcus already having taken pictures of me sucking his meaty cock in my own bathroom. How did he take this without me knowing? The text accompanying the video stated “Your face in this video is a reminder of how much you loved my big cock up your ass last night. Remember that ass is mine know. If you forget that all of your friends will see how much you like being fucked up the ass. I will let you know when I’m ready to use it again :)”.

I closed the phone with a gulp, my cock betraying me as it was rock hard leaking pre-cum. I couldn’t stop thinking about that cock, but there was no way I could do this again, and I had clearly let things go too far. I ignored the text, hoping that Marcus would somehow forget about me, and everything would go away. But deep down inside me I knew that would not be the case.

I walked to the bathroom with my boner still jutting out in front of me, bobbing as I walked. When I got to the bathroom, I pushed out the plug that was in my ass and set it on the counter, noting the clear slime that encompassed the part that was in my ass that I assumed was cum. I sat down on the toilet and tried to push out the cum that was in my ass. Only a few small spurts of pearly white cum with a few swirls of red blood fell into the toilet, with the rest of the cum clearly already having been absorbed into my ass. I was concerned about the blood but remembered that Marcus had told me the night before the blood was from my “cherry” being taken the first time and that it was normal. I repulsed at the thought of my “cherry” being taken and tried to push the thoughts from my mind.

I showered and dressed for the day in a pair of boxer briefs, joggers, and a hoodie. I went through my day trying to push the events from the night before from my mind, telling myself I would never repeat them. I checked my phone constantly, not knowing what I was looking for. Was I looking for a text from him? Did I secretly want him to text me? As much as I tried to, I could not forget the image of that big veiny black cock bobbing in front my face, and the imagination of it sliding into my ass again. Whenever these thoughts came into my a head I tried to dismiss them and think of my girlfriend instead, but I wasn’t so sure this was working. My cock stirred every time I thought of Marcus, and I could not figure out why.

That night I went out to dinner and a movie with my girlfriend, eager to get back into “normal”. My ass was still sore from being fucked the night before. Every time I moved around in my chair at dinner the pain in my ass reminded me of it being taken by a big cock the night before.

After dinner I was eager to take her back to her house to fuck her, to prove to myself that I was not a “faggot” like Marcus had called me the night before. When the time came, we were in my girlfriend’s bedroom, ready to get down to business. I was unable to get hard just at the sight of her, which had never happened to me before. When I closed my eyes the images of Marcus and his black cock came into my head, and my cock quickly reacted to this and started to stiffen. I could not believe I was getting hard to the thoughts of this but not to my own girlfriend. Maybe I really was gay I thought to myself as I slid my cock into my girlfriend. As my cock slid into her pussy, I imagined it was Marcus’ cock sliding into my own ass. What the fuck is happening to me I thought to myself.

I fucked my girlfriend roughly that night, trying to reassert my dominance and status as a straight man, but who was I kidding. All I could think of was Marcus and being fucked by his fat cock. I drove home that night in a daze, my head lost in my own thoughts. I checked my phone several times, hoping that I would see a text message inviting me over to get dicked down again, but there were not any.

I got home that night and laid in my bed, unable to get cock from my mind. I pulled out my phone and hovered over the contact “Bull”. I knew I probably shouldn’t be texting him, but my cock lust was speaking for me and my fingers began shakily typing out a message. I was unsure what to say and settled with a “Sup?”. I waited for several hours for a response, but never got one. I saw the message was left on “read”, meaning that Marcus had seen it. I fell asleep that night with cock on my mind.

The next morning was December 24th, Christmas Eve. My parents were very big into Christmas, and Christmas Eve was a day that was usually spent with my own immediate family. We usually spent the day hanging out with each other and watching Christmas movies, before opening the gifts we had gotten each other in the evening. Christmas Day was when we usually traveled to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house to spend the day with family.

I spent all of Christmas Eve checking my phone, hoping there would be a response from Marcus. I couldn’t get his cock from my mind, and my asshole had a burning itch deep inside every time I thought about being fucked. The pain had finally subsided, and my ass felt normal again, with just a dull ache remaining. I needed to be fucked again. I was going crazy thinking about when that black cock would be up my ass again.

Finally, around 8pm my phone buzzed, during the gift opening with my family. I looked at it and my hands began trembling when I saw the contact on the screen. “Bull”. My cock instantly went hard, and I did my best to try and hide myself from the rest of my family. I opened the text and saw a picture of his beautiful cock that was clearly taken from some sort of public restroom because I could see a urinal behind it. The picture was accompanied by the following text:

“This cock will be going up your pussy tonight. I’m at the bar with friends, but I will let you know when I’m ready to come fuck that tight white pussy”. 

My face went red with lust and I felt my palms turn sweaty thinking about being fucked again. I read and re-read the text several times, trying to hold the screen at an angle so nobody else would see the picture on the screen. Then I saw it. My heart sank. I saw the text message said he was “ready to COME fuck my tight white pussy”. That had to be a typo. There was no way he could come fuck me at my parent’s house without somebody finding out.

I typed out into my phone a response. “I want that big cock again Sir, but did you mean you want me to come to your house?” and I pushed send. I saw the bubbles pop up beneath my message, meaning he was typing a response.

“I am coming to fuck you at your house faggot. Santa isn’t gonna bring you the present I want to give you bitch”. 

I was now severely panicked. There was no way I could make this happen. I typed back “But my parents are home, and they will find out”, which was met with the following response, just a simple:

“Figure it out slut. I will let you know when I’m on my way. If you don’t respond I will have to ring the doorbell, and you will have to explain to them why there’s a black man at your house at 2am with a stiff cock that’s about to fuck you. I will be there after 2. Be ready.” 

My heart was now fluttering in my chest, my face had gone ghost white, and I felt like I was going to pass out. “What the fuck am I going to do?” I thought to myself. My mom noticed my appearance and asked if I was ok. I told her I was fine, and I sat there for the rest of the gift opening trying to process my thoughts in my head while acting like nothing was wrong.

I knew my parents and younger brother would be up in their rooms by midnight, hopefully sleeping. My parents had a decent sized house, but not a mansion by any standard. My parents and brother’s room were on one end of the house, with my bedroom on the other end of the house. There was a bathroom separating the two sides. I decided I would have to sneak Marcus inside and up to my room without anybody finding out. I knew if I didn’t the consequences would not be good with the video and photo’s he had to use against me. I prayed that the he would be quiet enough that nobody would hear.

We all sat in the living room watching TV, with me watching the minutes tick of the clock slowly. One by one my family peeled off to bed, with my dad being the last one to finally go at 1230. I was starting to think he wasn’t going to bed and my plan was going to be wrecked. Just when I wasn’t sure what I was going to do he finally went upstairs.

This left me with an hour and a half to wait and think about being fucked by that black god. My cock was stiff as a board and I was eager for 2am to finally come. I went upstairs and used the douche that I had bought to prepare the first time I was fucked. I cleaned myself and lubed my ass up with lube that I kept in my nightstand, typically for nights with my girlfriends before I moved to college. I knew I was going to need plenty of lube tonight, but this time it was going to be me being fucked on my childhood bed.

Once I was ready, I laid on my bed, slowly jacking and edging my cock while I waited for 2am. 2am finally came, followed by 2:15 and 2:20, with no text message or notice from Marcus. I was starting to think he wasn’t going to come, and this was all a big ruse to make me panic and suffer. Well played I thought to myself.

Finally, at 2:30 the message came. “On my way slut. I will let you know when to let me in. I expect you to answer the door naked boy”. 

“What the fuck?” I thought to myself. This was asking an awful lot. How the hell was I supposed to pull this off without being caught. Him coming was dangerous enough, but this was over the top. I seethed with anger, but I knew better than to question Marcus. I did not want to piss him off and have me do anything more.

I heard a car pull up and park a few houses down, followed a few seconds later by a “Here faggot” text message. Here goes nothing I thought to myself as I stripped down naked. My cock was semi-hard, having gone down some from the fear of being discovered. I opened my door and peaked into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

Seeing the hallway was dark with nobody around I opened my door slowly and crept down hallway and then down the stairs, hoping not to make a sound. As I approached the front door, I could see a silhouette in the moonlight behind the glass. I slowly opened the door to let him in.

There stood the muscled, black god Marcus, who was here to fuck me and my anger melted away. He was wearing blue jeans with an outline of a semi-hard cock on the crotch, with a hoodie sweatshirt. His dark black dreads were hanging down from his head. This was the first time I had seen his dreads not into a ponytail. My heart skipped a beat and my cock started to rise again at the sight of the muscle stud in front of me.

Marcus stepped into the house and grabbed my cock before aggressively making out with my mouth. I was taken aback by this and did not expect it. Marcus had not kissed me the previous time we had fucked, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. His tongue roughly worked its way into my mouth while his hand jerked and tugged at my balls, causing me pain. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was tipsy, but not drunk. Not drunk enough to be doing where we were now.

A large hand slapped one of my ass cheeks with a “whack”, bringing me back to the reality of where we were. I tried to pull away from Marcus, to tell him I couldn’t be doing this here, but he would not release my head. As I tried to pull away, he held my head tighter, as he continued to roughly tug and firmly squeeze my cock and balls. I prayed that nobody would catch us.

Finally, Marcus released me and whispered in my ear “Let’s go fuck that tight white ass bitch. Don’t worry I will be quiet so Mommy and Daddy won’t know you let a black bull into the house to fuck you”. I was so turned on by the thought of this, but at the same time panicked and scared of being caught.

We quietly crept up to my bedroom and I closed the door without being caught. Once inside I was pushed into my bed face down, still butt naked. Marcus roughly fell on top of me still fully clothed. I could feel his now rock-hard cock grinding against my ass. His hands wormed their way underneath me and began roughly twisting at my nipples as he whispered into my ear. “What would your Mom and Dad say if they knew the sexy black guy from Daddy’s work was about to put his big cock up their college stud son’s ass? Mhhm? Think they would be proud to know you snuck me into their house to fuck you with my 9-inch dick?”.

All I could do was moan. I was so turned on by the thought of being fucked in my own bedroom that I grew up in by this black bull. A “crack” echoed across the room as his hand slapped my ass cheek. “Answer me you little bitch” he whispered loudly into my ear. I was again brought back to reality of the noise and the fact that I could be caught by my family at any time.

“Yes Sir but please we have to be quiet so we don’t wake up my family”. Marcus chuckled at this and whispered back into my hear “Just one more question bitch. Are you my little faggot? Do you want to fucked by this big black cock again?”. He was still laying on top of me, his body weight pressing me into my bed as his cock was still grinding at my ass.

“Mmm Yes Sir please fuck me” was all I was able to get out. He chuckled again and slapped my ass one more time. I was thankful that nobody was awake to hear it. Marcus told me to stay put and I felt him rise off of me and up off of the bed. I heard the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor before he fell back on top of me, his big hard dick now nestled between my ass cheeks and his firm chest pressed against my back.

I felt a piece of cloth being forced into my mouth and I quickly realized it was Marcus’ boxers. I could smell a mixture of stale piss, musk, and a hint of his cologne as he stuffed them into my mouth. “We will leave this right there. I think you’re gonna need them so we don’t wake the whole house up with the fucking this tight white ass is about to get”.

With that I felt his cock hard press against my hole, struggling to gain entrance. Finally, with one big thrust Marcus pushed me down into the bed and I felt his dry cock break through my tight hole. In one steady shove his cock was buried in my hole balls deep. I was not expecting this and was thankful I had decided to put a little lube in my ass before. I clenched into the gag and screamed; thankful the gag was there to keep me quiet.

Before my ass had time to adjust Marcus began pistoning his large cock in and out of my hole like a jack rabbit. I felt sharp pains in my ass as it struggled to accommodate the large invader. My screams in the gag turned to yelps as my ass began to accommodate the big piece of meat that was fucking me. After several thrusts the yelps turned to moans and my ass began to just feel full as it was now fully stretched.

Marcus’ pumped my ass for a solid ten minutes like this. The only sounds in the room where his grunts, the sound of his balls slapping at my skin, and the bed creaking. I felt his body start to sweat against mine. “You ever have a black bull fuck your pussy in this bed? Hmm? How many pussies have you fucked in this bed? Now its your tight pussy being fucked bitch” he whispered into my ear as he fucked me.

As my button was pressed by his big cock head, I felt my own orgasm growing before it finally erupted. I felt my cock spurting a beneath me and felt the sticky pool of cum mashing against my belly and the bed when it was done. Marcus continued fucking me for what felt like forever. I did not think he was ever going to blow. My ass was getting sore and I was starting to get afraid somebody would wake up and hear what was happening. I started squeezing my ass, trying to milk Marcus’ cum from his balls. Finally, I felt his cock swell and start spewing into my ass.

“Take that black cum up your pussy faggot. Let’s knock this ass up for Christmas” he grunted as his cock spurted several large volleys of cum up my ass. When he was done, he laid on top of me with his cock still nestled deep in my ass. I felt it start to shrink, but in the position it was in it never left my ass. “I’m just gonna take a quick rest before I put another load up this tight pussy. I’m gonna fill this white boy pussy up so it’s leaking out my babies all day tomorrow while you’re having Christmas. Don’t worry I won’t stay all night bitch”. Marcus chuckled to himself as he set an alarm in his phone before passing out on top of me.

 I laid there and couldn’t believe the position I was in. I was laying in my own bed, in the room I grew up in, with a big black cock resting in my ass while a muscled bull of a black man lying on top of me with his boxers stuffed in my mouth. I was so fucking turned on. Before long I passed out and was woken to the sound of Marcus’ phone vibrating next to my head.

“Let’s get that ass filled with load two bitch. Start squeezing my cock with those tight cheeks” Marcus whispered in my ear. I started clenching my cheeks as his cock began to harden inside of me, and before long he was fucking me again. Marcus knelt between my legs and flipped me onto my back while never pulling his large cock from my ass. He put my knees to my chest laid on top of me again as he fucked me with his face about an inch from mine. His long dreads surrounded my face and head. I couldn’t’ help but stare at the sexy dark brown eyes as he fucked my ass. He pistoned his cock in and out of me like a jack hammer, pushing his previous load deep inside of me. After about 20 minutes he came with a large grunt and blew another load in my ass.

Marcus pulled his cock from my ass and wiped the cum and juices off with my bed sheet before dressing himself. He quietly told me “Tonight was a test to see how far you would go for my black cock boy. You fucking passed with flying colors bitch. You really have been turned into a black cock slut. Keep that black cum up your pussy boy. No pushing it out. I worked that cum in deep and I want it leaking out of your pussy all day tomorrow when you’re with family to remind you how big of a slut you are. If you don’t, you’ll never get this cock again”.

Marcus left my room and quietly showed himself out as the sun began to rise outside. My family would be waking up in an hour. Thank god they didn’t catch me. I fell asleep in my bed with two big loads of white cum slowly sleeping out of my hole, accepting I was now a cock slut.

To be continued