Becoming a Jack of Spades

For the next few weeks I managed to distract myself pretty well by throwing myself into my work during the day, and drinking myself silly at night. But I knew that combination wasn’t sustainable; my work was already suffering. I had to find another outlet to distract me from thinking about black cocks.

getting home, I checked the mail in the lobby of my apartment complex. A neighbor I knew in passing started a conversation. “Hey Jeff, great news about the new gym, dontcha think?” I just looked at him perplexed. “What new gym?”

“The new gym across the street.” He replied, and reached over to a sign above the mailboxes. “See the announcement. Guy who owns this complex owns the whole area. As part of their lease, he negotiated free membership for everyone here. Pretty sweet and convenient.”

“Nice!” I replied. Maybe this was the answer; get healthy and distract me. Win/win. I waved bye and headed upstairs to grab some workout clothes. I found my old gym bag in the closet, threw in a t-shirt, shorts, toiletries, etc. and headed over to the new gym. The staffer at the front desk signed me up and gave me a quick tour. It seemed a decent place for my needs, and was busy with bodies grunting and sweating. Perfect!

I quickly changed into some junk clothes in a lower locker, stowed my stuff, and headed for the treadmills. They had it well set up, with large screens in front showing sports. I set my unit to a simple jog, not wanting to tax myself too much at the beginning. I popped in my earbuds, bluetoothed them to the system, and started to watch the basketball game playing on the screen. It was the start of the playoffs, so the teams were well matched and traded the lead back and forth all game. When it ended I was startled to see I had gone twelve miles, I had been so engrossed in the game. I looked around and saw the gym was a lot emptier than before, so I figured it was time to head home.

Back in the locker room I stripped down to my undies and sat on the bench to sort through my stuff from the bottom locker, looking for my towel. I felt someone else nearby to my left, a few lockers down. I glanced over to see a fully naked black man mopping the sweat from his sculpted body. He looked amazing. Probably around my age, but nicely toned, and then I saw what hung between his legs! It was an ebony anaconda, flopping back and forth in front of dangling nuts. Just a bit of neatly trimmed pubic hair set off his upper groin. All the work of distraction left my mind as I stared at the snake.

“you like what you see there, white boy? LOL”

I looked up to see him staring down at me, a knowing smile across his face. Bright white teeth and a short goatee made him sexy as hell. I stammered “S-S-Sorry, I was just startled. Thought I was alone.” I quickly grabbed my towel, slammed the locker shut, and practically ran for the shower stalls. They were ten set up in two parallel rows, with a path down the middle and little privacy curtains you could pull across. I ran to the back left, stripped off my undies, and drew the curtain. I started a nice hot stream of water across my body and hoped he wouldn’t report me to management.

I heard the shower across the way start up, a low whistling giving a tune. Was it him? Had he followed me? I dropped down to the floor to peek under my curtain and saw black feet across the way. He was here! I jumped back up and tried to shower, but all I could think about was that ebony meat flopping around in the steam and water.

I peeked out of the side of the curtain, hoping to catch a quick glimpse. Fuck! There he was, staring at me, no curtain drawn, just lathering up his shaft and grinning. I dashed back behind the curtain. Now what? He knows I’m looking, clearly he’s enjoying himself. I should get out of here.

Suddenly my curtain pulled back and he stepped into my cubby, moving the curtain back to hide us.

“It’s easier to see if you’re up close LOL.” He grinned that killer smile at me again. The stall wasn’t large, so I was pressed back against the tile wall while he stood in front of me, his arm braced against the wall, casual, but preventing my exit. I could feel the manliness radiating from him, a heat I was wilting under.

He grabbed my tiny cock in his hand, able to close around the entire cock and balls. “This all you got? That’s hardly a cock at all. No wonder you been staring at mine so much.” He put mine alongside his and laughed. I looked down in horror, my little white dick a complete joke next to his thick pole. He grabbed my chin and pulled my vision back up, looked deep in my eyes, our noses almost touching.

“You want to suck it, don’t you boy.” It was a statement, not a question. I shook my head yes slightly under his grip. “I know you do. I can see the lust in your eyes.” He leaned in and licked the side of my face. “But why should I let you? Black dick is a special treat for white boys, you can’t just get it too easy.”

“Please. Please let me suck your cock.” I whispered.

“Oh, you asking nicely, huh? But maybe not nice enough.” He twisted my cock in his hand a bit, and I winced in startled pain. “What say you try that again, huh boy.”

“Please sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please let this white boy suck your big black cock.”

“See now that’s more like it. Get down there and show me some skill.” He pushed on my shoulders and I slid down the wall to claim my prize. Up close it was even more perfect than I had thought.

He delivered a light slap to the side of my head with his palm. “This isn’t a viewing. Suck my cock now cracker!” I complied eagerly, swallowing almost the entire pole with my first lunge. Amazing! It fit my mouth perfectly, full but not too stretched. I grabbed his butt for leverage and proceeded to swallow it all. His cockhead just tickled the back of my throat as it brushed along it each time. I was lost in the pleasure of serving this black cock, exactly what I had been trying to avoid. But my lust couldn’t understand why! It just felt right, being on my knees servicing this black king.

“Mmmmmhhhhmmm. Nice. You got a good mouth-pussy there cracker. Magic tongue got me getting close.” I blushed at the encouragement and doubled my tongue efforts along the head, tickling the piss slit with my tongue tip.

“Fuuuuuck yeah!” He was panting with pleasure, clearly about to bubble over. I quickly swallowed the top half just as he exploded a river of cum into my mouth. I swallowed fast as I could so as not to drown. The taste of his seed was sweet with a hint of salt, an injection of what I never knew I needed so much. After finishing off his load, I used my hands to squeeze out a few more drops onto my tongue, all the while gzing up into his face and that smile.

“Yeah, white boy got some skills, dontcha. That was a 4 day load you got there. Good that you didn’t spill a drop. Stand up!” I struggled to stand on the slick tiles but he helped with a strong hold on my arm. He turned off the water and backed me against the wall. He placed my hands on his now floppy pole and, leaning in close, whispered “You want more? I bet you do.” And he abruptly left the stall, heading to the lockers. What should I do? Follow him was all I thought.

He was back at his locker, getting dressed. I hurried to dress as well. No one else was around, but I was unsure of protocol here, so I stayed quiet. When he was ready, he looked me over and chatted.

“You live around here, or just around for the gym?”

“I live here, across the street.”

“Excellent.” He fiddled with his phone, then handed it to me. “enter your info and we’ll plan more fun later.” I typed in my phone number, name, and address, and handed it back. He read, laughed, and typed a bit before stowing his phone. I later learned He had deleted my name and replaced it with “gym bussy.”

“Hand me your phone. I’ll give you my digits.” I opened my contacts to a fresh screen and handed it over. He quickly typed up some info and handed it back. For his name it just said “Sir” and for a picture he had added the logo of the British BBC broadcasting company. Funny.

“I need some food after my workout, grab a few things at the store as well. You go back to your crib and get ready for me. Clean up and clean out. If you don’t know what that means, look it up. I’ll text you in a few and we can have round two at your place. Better have beer.” With that he left the locker room, me just staring dumbfounded. What had I agreed to? Clean out? I typed the words into Google but got nothing that seemed useful. I added gay to the keywords and information flowed. He wanted me to douche my ass for fucking. Fucking? Was I ready for that?

My phone chimed; a text from him saying that I better not chicken out or he would punish me. I didn’t know what that meant specifically, but didn’t want to more clarity to the threat. I texted back “yes Sir” and left the gym. There was a CVS down the block I popped into to see if they had what I had just read about online. I looked along the shelves until I found a box of enemas that were recommended by the gay internet. I quickly bought them and a six-pack and headed home.

Was I really going to get fucked in a little bit? I was full of fear and excitement in equal measure. I showered for real this time and prepped for the evening to come. After drying off I put on my robe and paced nervously. I sat at my laptop and started watching white boys getting fucked by black men, imagining me in the role. Soon. Soon.

Bleep-beep, my phone announced. Moment of truth. I read the message. “B at UR place in 5. Answer door naked on your knees with two cold beers.” Seems me and Sir would be having beers and sex LOL. I went to the kitchen and got two brews, threw my robe on the chair, and knelt at the door in anticipation.

BZZZZZZ.

I reached out with my free hand and turned the handle. I started to pull the door back but Sir just walked on through, a younger black guy behind him. He shut the door, grabbed the beers and gave one to his buddy, and walked by me into the living room. “Nice place you got here. Real convenient for me.” He plopped down on the couch and his friend sat down in the side chair. I just knelt, looking perplexed. He laughed.

“This here’s my buddy Rex. I was talking bout how I’m gonna get some virgin white bussy and he wanted to join in. I knew you like BBC so much you’d jump at the chance. Rex, drop them drawers, show the cracker what you packing.”

Rex stood and quickly shucked off the basketball shorts and boxer briefs he was wearing, revealing a dick an inch or so larger than Sir’s, thicker too. He got completely naked and flexed for me. He was handsome, chocolaty brown and smooth skin across rippled muscles. He had a shield tattoo on his shoulder and a tiger curled around his left pec. He was sexy and dangerous; I was drooling.

“I think white boy likes what he sees LOL” Sir laughed. “Go on white boy, get over there and show Rex you know how to treat a black man.” I scuttled over to Rex on my hands and knees and greedily stuck my face in his crotch. I inhaled a musk that set me off, and started to tongue bathe his delicious ball sack. I licked and rolled them around my mouth, to deep grunts from Rex. He sat back down and my mouth followed, now literally going down on the thick ebony shaft. Kneeling there between his legs, bobbing up and down, I had once again let my rational mind depart in favor of the animal drive.

After a few minutes of my enthusiastic sucking, Rex stood back up, bringing my head back up with it. Sir stepped in to my vision now, naked and hard. “Let’s see what you do with two poles in your face.” They stood slightly overlapped, so that I could easily work back and forth between the ebony rods. Whichever one I wasn’t currently sucking would slap my face with his tool. The world shrank, my focus only to serve these black kings.

Sir stepped back a bit. “Time to take this to the next level cracker. Where’s your bed?” I pointed down the short hall and they both lifted me up and walked/dragged me to my bedroom and my bed.

“Get up in the middle, doggy style. I’m about to pop that sweet cherry.” I got on all fours in the middle of the bed, a pillow under my chest. I had made sure the lube was right there, and Sir grabbed the bottle and squirted a bit into my crack. “A little bit of glide for you boy. Make it a bit easier. But it’s still going to hurt. I want you to remember your first black dick.” With that he positioned himself behind me and quickly sunk several inches into my hole.

“Aaauuugh!” I yelped and tried to scoot forward off of it, but Rex was there to hold me in place while Sir continued to push into my virgin bussy. “It’s too big, sir. Please don’t.” I begged in a whimper.

“Shut the fuck up boy! You know you want this. You are going to take every inch of this black cock like a good little white boy.” He pushed deeper and deeper, and I felt a pop as he slipped past my inner ring and glided all the way inside. I could only whimper more as his nuts slapped my butt.

“Fuck yeah, you are ti-ight! That ass is squeezing my dick so warm and nice. I love fucking white boy pussy. Now let’s fill both holes.” Rex scooted in front of me on the bed and shoved his dick into my mouth. I was being spit-roasted by black alphas, just like my ex-wife that day I caught her. But no time to appreciate the irony, as both men began sliding in and out of my holes in rhythm. I was just a cock-sleeve now, a vessel for their pleasure. Sir began to really pound my hole aggressively, sending ripples of pain up my body. And something else; pleasure! His dick was hitting my prostate and wave after sensational wave fried my body. I could feel every thrust, and I was hooked.

“Fuuckk me! Fuck me Sir!” was all I said over and over, mostly garbled by the black dick slamming down my throat.

“You ready to fill this boy up Rex? I’m bout to shoot deep.” Sir grunted and pushed deep into me, and I felt warm spurts inside. In response, Rex also started shooting his seed in my mouth. I felt I was having an out-of-body experience as I was filled with cum from both ends. I swallowed all I could of Rex’s, milking the last drops. I collapsed on the bed, and Sir did as well, still inside me.

“What just happened?” I whispered to myself. I’m straight! My rational mind could not believe I had just willingly had sex with two men.

Sir must have overheard me.

“You fulfilled your natural role as a fuck toy for black men, that’s all. No need to worry, every white man secretly wants to be full of black cock, they just suppress it; genetic guilt.” He rolled over on top of me, putting our dicks side by side again. “See! Your pathetic cock is biological proof. You all have philosophized and intellectualized your need for power, but in the end all that power is just to compensate for your pathetic little cocks. One whiff of black musk, or sight of a real black cock, and your true self emerges, puts you in your place, on your knees or better still, face down ass up.”

“But I’m straight! I like pussy!”

Sir slapped me hard, then hauled me up to his face by my hair.

“You saying I’m not? Fuck you cracker! I get more pussy in a month than you have in your life. White men sexually satisfying black men ain’t about gay or straight. I ain’t in love with you! LOL. This is about your need to be used, and us black alphas need to cum. Black men have so much testosterone, our balls fill up and dangle full. If we don’t get release, it hurts our nuts. You whiteys bred us for strength as slaves, now you reap what you sowed.”

He slapped me again, sending me down onto the bed again.

“Go out tonight and fuck some white slut, that’s fine by me. Enjoy it; she won’t. LOL. A little weiner like yours never has pleased a woman. They just fuck you to keep you happy cuz white men run the world. But when they want to orgasm, they go and find a dark man to fuck them.”

I wanted to cry out ‘Liar!’ but in my heart I knew it was true. Hell, my own wife had shown me the truth, cheating on me with black men. But it wasn’t cheating, not really. She had needs my cock could never fill, needs I had now experienced.

The bed shook and I glanced up to see Rex and Sir’s naked backsides leaving the room, their asses taut and muscular. No after-sex cuddle, I was a toy they were done with. I soon heard the door slam, indicating they left. I lay there for several minutes, a mix of satisfaction and shame. Eventually I got up and found my phone in the kitchen. A final text from Sir filled the screen.

“Until next time, bitch!” alongside a picture of my face servicing two black cocks.

“Yes Sir” I replied.