Ken and I were sitting at a table in a local deli, eating lunch. I had met up with Jadyn three times at this point, and was becoming more secure in assuming the role of white bottom to a muscular black top. Ken and I had started meeting privately to chat about gay sex and roles. My curiosity was growing about this new lifestyle I was pursuing, and I wanted to know as much as Ken could teach me. As our conversation centered around getting fucked and my experiences with Jadyn, I eventually asked Ken to share the story of the first time he got fucked. This is what he told me.
I knew that I was attracted to other men from puberty. While my buddies were comparing notes on which girls they thought were the hottest, I was imagining my buddies naked, ranking them on their levels of hotness. But I grew up in a very conservative town, in a very conservative family, and the concept of coming out to them was too overwhelming to even consider. Therefore, I decided to be straight. I dated girls and put on a show. I was a jock, and though shorter than many of the other guys, I was good looking and the girls flocked around me and my group of friends. No one would have guessed my secret desires.
In college, I flirted with the idea of trying out gay sex, but was really too scared. It boiled down to two things, primarily. One, I was worried about what others, including my friends and family would think of me if I admitted I was gay. Two, I knew that my mom wanted grandchildren really badly, and I was expected to sire the next generation of our family. I couldn't bear the idea of disappointing her in that way, and so I decided to find a girl, marry her, and start churning out children.
I was at Georgia Southern, getting my degree in criminal justice, had a great group of friends, with plenty of girls available to date to keep up the appearance that I decided I wanted to have. That's not to say that I never experimented. My sophomore year, my roommate was openly gay. One evening, when I thought he would be out, I was on my bed, jerking off, when he burst into the room. He took one look at me as I quickly tried to cover myself with the sheet, then shut the door and walked over to my bed, kneeling down beside it. He pulled back the sheet, and before I could really register what was happening, my hard cock was in his throat. He sucked me off, swallowing my load. I'd never cum so hard in all my life! Afterward, he was really chill about it.
"If you ever need help again, just ask," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to suck my dick.
I did start asking, usually about once a week. But he assumed that he was just helping out his straight roommate. I did meet a guy once for sex. He was a twink who came onto me when I was tanning out on the quad one spring day. I followed him home, and fucked him in his room. I realized two things in that encounter. First, I wasn't really into skinny boys. It felt like he was fragile somehow, like I would break him if I fucked too hard. Second, I wasn't really into fucking him. Now don't get me wrong: it felt good to breed his ass. But somehow, it just wasn't that enjoyable. I wondered if getting fucked would be different, but I couldn't bring myself to even try to explore that concept. I was a man, and taking dick somehow would make me less than a man in my mind. That experience made me decide to stick with my decision to be straight. I'd find a nice girl, we'd get married, have kids, and make everyone happy.
My senior year in college, I got an apartment with two of my buddies instead of living on campus. We were excited about having more freedom. It felt like the first step into full-blown adulthood, preparing to graduate college and live life on our own. The apartment complex had some nice amenities, including a pool and a fitness center. The gym is where I first saw him.
I had finished lifting, and was getting in some cardio when I saw a huge black guy walk in. The fitness center was not that large, so anyone coming in would be noticed, but he was spectacular! I was alone in there on that particular day, so the door opening caught my attention. The large muscular black man that walked in held my attention. I couldn't stop staring at him.
"Sup?" he said by way of greeting as he came in, nodding at me.
"Hey," I said, shyly. I immediately felt intimidated by his very presence. He was big! He must have stood at 6'-4", which would dwarf my 5'-8" stature. He was wearing a white tank top, leaving the bulge of his large biceps and shoulders on full display to my lustful gaze. His meaty pecs pushed the straps of the tank out. The shorts he was wearing were tight, and I could see a prominent bulge in the front, and when he turned around, his ass was round and meaty. His hair was cut short to his head, and his face was gorgeous. He could be a model! His body looked like he'd played football at some point, although I could tell he was older than myself, probably late 20's or early 30's. He had a sleeve of tattoos that ran up his muscular arm and over his pecs. I was immediately in lust with him. I didn't know until that moment that I was into muscular black guys.
All of my preconceived notions about being a man, and not submitting to another man, went out the window as I watched him workout. I'm pretty sure he caught me staring several times, which brought a smirk to his face. I'd always look away when he saw me, pretending to just be lost in thought. I imagined him taking me, making me suck him like my roommate had done for me. I imagined him lifting me, controlling me, making me submit to him. My cock hardened in my shorts as I ran. I decided I needed to get out of there quickly! I stopped the treadmill, gathered my stuff, and headed out. I saw him watching me the entire time.
From that moment forward, my mind and body were in a perpetual battle. I was at war between wanting to see him again, and avoiding him at all costs! I had made a decision that I was going to live a straight life, and whatever lust he awakened in me threatened to unravel that decision quickly. Worse, I knew that if I was ever alone with a man like him, I wouldn't be the dominant one. That knowledge scared the shit out of me!
Looking back on it, I know that I was dealing with a lot of emotions swirling around actually admitting I was gay and who I was attracted to. But I was so deep in the closet that I was having trouble finding my way out. If fate had not stepped in, I'm not sure how my life would be. I might have actually found a girl and married her.
The fateful day arrived on a Thursday morning. I awoke to no hot water in our apartment. Both of my roommates were gone to class. I didn't have any classes on Thursdays that semester, so I was home alone and would be for most of the day. I couldn't find the number to maintenance that we were supposed to call, and so I decided to see if any of my neighbors were home, to see if they had the number, before I walked all the way up to the office.
No one was home across the hall, so I walked down to our next door neighbor, which was around the corner of the hallway. I'd never actually met this neighbor, as we'd only moved in about a month before. I knocked on the door, and after a couple of seconds, I could hear footsteps walking to the door. The door opened, and I started my spiel.
"Hey, um, do you know the number to maintenance, because..." I stopped, suddenly, my mouth going dry, as I realized that the man I was speaking with was none other than the muscular black man from the fitness room! He was my next door neighbor! Worse, he was standing in just a white towel, his massive chest still wet, clearly just coming from the shower.
"Hi there," he said. "Yeah, I've got it over here. Come on in."
Stepping into his apartment, I knew the battle was already over. He looked me up and down, appraising my body. I recognized the element of desire in his stare, as I'm sure he had in mine. It was almost as if we were destined to get together. I found myself alone with his nearly naked body, in his apartment.
"What's wrong at your place?" he asked as he looked through his phone for the number.
"Hot water is out," I said.
"Fuck, that sucks!" He said. "Here's the number." He walked over to me, standing very close. I could smell his freshly showered scent, and my cock grew hard in my shorts. God, he smelled good! I punched in the number to save to my contacts.
"Thanks," I said when I'd saved the contact. "I'm Ken by the way."
"Alec," he replied, extending his hand. I took his hand, my smaller white hand disappearing into his large paw. Standing next to him, I felt more intimidated than ever. "Why don't you go ahead and call them to see if they can come fix it. If they can't, you can shower here if you need to."
I wasn't sure that showering in the stud's apartment was the best idea, but I didn't want to seem rude. I nodded as I hit the number I'd just entered, activating the call.
"Maintenance," a male voice said on the phone.
"Hi, I'm Ken Smith in 307, and my hot water is not working," I said.
"Okay," the voice said. "I can come look at it, but it will be this afternoon, probably after 4."
"You can't come any sooner?" I asked, the disappointment evident in my tone of voice.
"Sorry man," the man's voice said, "I've had a bunch of calls this morning."
I hung up the call, and turned to look at Alec, who'd heard everything. "Why don't you go get your stuff, and come take a shower here?" he asked.
"Okay," I answered, resigned to facing the temptation of more time with the sexy stud. I walked back to my place, gathered my clothes and my shower caddy, then trudged back to Alec's apartment. I knocked on the door, my heart beating wildly at just the idea of seeing the sexy stud again.
Alec opened the door seconds later. He was still in just his towel, his muscular body on full display to my closeted eyes. An easy smile lit up his face as he answered the door. My eyes scanned up and down his amazing body, blood rushing once again to my dick.
"Welcome back!" he said cheerfully as he held the door open for me to walk in. I couldn't help but smile back at him. At least he was a nice guy, which actually made him that much sexier.
Alec walked me down the hall to the bathroom. I noticed that his apartment was similar to ours, but he only had one bedroom, while ours had three. His place was clean, and his furniture was nice. This didn't look like a typical college bachelor pad. This was a man's apartment, a man who had his shit together.
"Make yourself at home," he said as he gestured into the bathroom.
"Thanks," I answered, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I turned the lock, happy to be safely alone. I noticed that there was a second door into the bathroom that didn't have a lock, but I figured it must be a closet. I stripped and started the water, which quickly warmed up. Grabbing my caddy, I stepped into the shower, slid the glass door closed, and stepped under the warm spray. I was washing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard a noise.
"Hope you don't mind if I get ready in here," Alec's voice said. I wiped my face and turned to see the black man, now also completely naked, step in through the other door and step up to the sink. He looked over at me through the glass, standing under the water. I couldn't help but stare back, speechless, as I saw his cock for the first time! It was longer soft than mine was hard! He was more gorgeous naked than he'd been with clothes on! Fuck he was hot! How could I avoid throwing a boner with this naked muscle god in the bathroom with me?
I guess he could tell that I was lusting after him. He stood there for a few seconds, letting me drink in his body with my eyes as the water splashed down. Then he began to move toward me, sliding open the shower door, then stepping into the shower with me. Fuck! A naked muscular black man was standing a foot away from me in a shower! And I'm naked, and my cock is getting hard! Fuck! What do I do?
"You can get a closer look if you want, white boy," he said, his voice deep and velvety. He was taking slow steps, getting closer to me by the second. My mind was screaming 'Get out!' but I was stuck, Alec's massive body blocking the shower exit. He had me cornered. There was nowhere for me to go!
"I, um..." I shook my head slightly from side to side as I tried to respond, but my voice trailed off. I quickly glanced up to his face, seeing the look of a predator stalking his prey. Holy fuck! He moved into my personal space and his left hand slid around my waist, pulling my smaller body against his powerful black one.
"I think this is what you want, isn't it boy?" Alec asked as his right hand grabbed my hand and placed it on his swelling cock as he held me against himself. "You want a real man to take you and make you his bitch." He said it as a statement, not a question. He'd seen the lust in my eyes, and he knew my secret. "You probably pretend to be straight out there," he said, his head nodding in the general direction of the outside world, "but you secretly dream of a real man turning you out and giving you what you need."
"Please..." I groaned in a halfhearted begging voice, "Just let me go." Tears were welling up in my eyes as my carefully crafted persona was crumbling in my neighbor's shower. Through it all, I never let go of the meaty cock in my hand, feeling it's warmth and power, subconsciously stroking it as Alec held me captive in the shower.
"Okay," he answered. "I'll let you go." His hand came up to my face and wiped the tear from my cheek in a very tender move. "But first I need you to explain why your cock got hard staring at my body." With his other hand, he reached down and gripped my cock, which as he had said, was rock hard. "Any why you still stroking my dick?"
"I, um, I just..." my voice trailed off as I searched for the words to say, reluctantly pulling my hand back from his big dick. "I'm straight," I finally said. Even I wasn't convinced by my words.
"Really?" he asked, a smile on his face as he looked down at me. "That's interesting." Then he leaned down and kissed me. He used his hand grabbing my dick to pull me forward, and his lips devoured mine. The hand that had been on my face wrapped around my waist, and held me tightly. I couldn't get away from him, not that I really wanted to anymore. I gave in almost immediately. My hands moved onto his powerful pecs, then up over his shoulders, drawn into the passion of the moment by his dominant persona, his powerful body, and his masterful kissing. His tongue snaked out and pressed between my lips, opening my mouth, and conquering the last defense of my manhood. He'd won. He'd defeated my barriers, and I was submitting to the real man in the room. He saw me for what I was, and was taking what he wanted.
Pulling back momentarily, he asked: "You have any classes this morning?"
"No," I answered breathlessly as I stared up at him in abject lust.
"Good." Then he was on me again, his mouth covering mine in the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced. His lips were completely different from any of the girls I'd made out with. He was firm and insistent. The girls were always soft and tender, and I'd been the aggressor. I was always kissing them. Today, I was being kissed. His lips were strong, and aggressive, and insistent, and I was receiving his kiss. I was also keenly aware of his rigid thick black cock pressing against my stomach, reminding me of his superiority in every way. One of my hands had found its way back onto his dick, stroking its length as he ground against me in the shower.
After we'd made out for a few minutes, Alec pulled back, grabbed the body wash and loofah, and began to lather my body up, washing me from head to toe. His touch was sensual, and I noticed that he paid careful attention to my asshole, his soapy finger sliding over, and even into, my hole. I shivered at the sensation, as no one had ever touched me there before. I'd played with my hole some as I jerked off in the privacy of my secret fantasies, but I'd never had another person touch me there. He chuckled at my response.
Once I was clean and rinsed off, he shut off the shower, reached out and grabbed a towel, and we each dried off. As I ran the towel over my naked body, I watched him leer at me, the lust evident on his face. It made me feel special to know that he was pleased with me, that I turned him on. Once I was dry, he grabbed the towel from me, then grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine, as he led me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. I looked at the bed, very aware that he was taking me to bed. I was being led to sex, sex that would find me being the submissive partner. Arriving at the bed, he turned me around to face him, my legs and ass against the bed.
"Ever been with a guy?" he asked kindly as he looked down into my eyes. I couldn't look away.
"Yes," I whispered.
"And what did you do?" he asked.
"My roommate sucked me some my sophomore year," I said, pausing before I continued. "And I fucked a twink once."
"And girls?" he asked.
"I've made out with some," I answered, blushing as I added, "and fucked some."
"Wanting to prove you're a real man?" he asked, holding me trapped between his bed and his powerful body.
"Yeah," I whispered.
"But what you've secretly wanted," he said, "what you've jerked off over when you're alone, is a big muscular man to come and take you. To make you his bitch. You want to submit to a real man."
"Yess!" I hissed out through a whisper before I could stop myself.
"Good boy," he said. "You ever sucked a cock?"
"No," I answered truthfully.
"That always felt too feminine?" Alec asked. "A real man wouldn't put another dudes cock in his mouth?"
"Yes," I answered, dropping my eyes in shame.
Alec's hand came under my chin, lifting my face to look back into his eyes. "The measure of a man is not in whether he's a top or bottom, or even if he's gay or straight. Being a man is about character. Real men are honest and trustworthy. Real men know who they are, and what they want, and they go get it. The measure of a man is not what he does in bed. Real men can be men in public and a bitch in the sack. Real men can get fucked. Real men can suck cock. Real men aren't worried about what others might think of them. Real men are true to themselves." He looked at me to see if I was understanding. I looked up at him in awe as he turned the stereotypes I'd built up in my mind on their head.
"I don't want to fuck a little feminine boy pretending to be a girl," he continued after a moment. "If I wanted that, I'd go fuck a girl. I only fuck real men. I only take real men to bed. When I fuck you, Ken, you'll be a real man taking this real man's big black dick. Do you want that, Ken? Do you want to become a real man?"
"Fuck, yes!" I groaned out. "I want to be a real man."
"Then get on your knees and suck my dick," he commanded. "Show me your strength of character. Show me how good you can make this dick feel."
Even as he was speaking, my knees were bending in obedience, sinking down to suck my very first cock. As I hit the floor, I opened my mouth and took him in, his black dick sliding over my tongue as I sucked another man's dick for the very first time in my life. It was warm in my mouth, throbbing as I slobbered over it. I could feel the veins on my lips and tongue as I slid over it's length. I could taste his precum as it drooled on my tongue. I fucking LOVED the taste of him! I threw myself on his cock, gagging myself in my attempt to take as much of him as possible.
"Fuck yeah!" He groaned from above me. "I love an enthusiastic cocksucker. Fuck yeah, white boy! Suck this black dick!" He let me suck him for a few minutes, getting used to tasting him and feeling him in my mouth. But soon, his hands moved to the sides of my head, and he began face-fucking me, increasing the speed and depths of his thrusts. He taught me how to fight through the gag reflex, and soon he was in my throat. 15 minutes later, I swallowed my first load of cum, drinking it straight from the source of Alec's big black cock. After he came, he pulled his cock slowly from my mouth, the head dribbling the remnants of his load on my tongue, where I tasted him for the first time. I've never felt more complete than taking that first load from his cock.
Reaching down, he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me back up to stand, his arms snaking around my waist and pulling me to him, his lips finding mine again, his tongue excavating my mouth.
"MMM" he groaned as we kissed. I knew he could taste himself in my mouth. I felt so good knowing I made him happy. Finally he broke off the kiss and stepped back. My hard cock was still jutting out from my body, and he looked down at it with a smile. "I guess you enjoyed being a cocksucker!" he said.
"Yeah," I answered, blushing.
"Boy, you cute when you blush," Alec said. "You white boys looking all sexy when your face turns red knowing you satisfied your black man. Fuck, boy! You sexy as shit!"
I smiled, my blush deepening. I wondered what we would do next. I stood waiting expectantly for him to direct me on our next step in this journey of self-discovery. He did not make me wait long.
"Now," he said. "I want you to get dressed. Go home, and consider what just happened. Sometimes we do things in the heat of the moment that we regret later. I don't want to be the source of shame and regret in your life. So go think about it. But know this: I'll be waiting here, ready to fuck you, when you're ready. I'm off work today, home alone all day. You can come back over anytime. But when you come back, you'd better be ready to get fucked."
"Yes Sir," I answered shyly.
"Good boy," he said with a smile. "Now give me your phone." I handed him the phone, and he input his name as a contact. Under business, he added BBC. "If you input all the big black cocks that fuck you like that, you can easily search for a contact if you forget his name," he said by way of explanation. I think he knew even then that I was going to become a real slut for black cock! "When you come back," he finished, "Make sure that ass is cleaned out. I like a clean booty!" he finished with a smile, leaning back down to kiss me one more time.
"Now get going!" he said as he reached around and slapped my ass. "Text me when you ready."
I walked back to my apartment, wondering how I was supposed to feel. On the one hand, I'd finally begun to experience what I'd been secretly dreaming about for years now. On the other hand, if I did what he said, and gave in to my desires, my world would never be the same. All of the plans that I'd made for my future would be changed, altered by my inability to say no to this temptation.
My mind kept weighing the pros and cons, even as I googled how to clean your ass to get fucked. I ran down to the local pharmacy to pick up the supplies I found I would need. I even douched myself for the first time while arguing with myself about whether this was a good idea or not! Somehow, my body knew that I needed and wanted to get fucked, and it just ignored the arguments in my head. Almost as if I was on autopilot, I followed the steps to clean out my ass as I prepared to go back to Alec's place.
Once I was clean, I picked up my phone and pulled up Alec's contact card. Hitting the message button, I started a new text message. "I'm ready" I typed, pausing for a second, before I hit send.
Within seconds, the three dots appeared showing that he was typing a reply. A moment later, my phone buzzed with his message: "come on over. door's unlocked"
Walking down the hall to his door was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was the same path I'd traversed this morning, but then I was looking for help. Now, I'm going to get fucked. Every step felt like an eternity, my heart beating in my chest as I made the choice to walk toward a new future, a future that was centered around big black cock. Standing in front of his door, I paused for a second before I lifted my hand and turned the knob. Every move felt important, like I was trying to give myself every opportunity to back out, but I couldn't. I opened the door, walked into his apartment, and shut the door.
"Back here," I heard Alec call from his bedroom. I walked into his apartment, down the hall, and into his bedroom. I didn't see him, but I could hear the shower running from the bathroom. Stepping through the door into the bathroom, I was once again greeted with the sight of Alec's naked body, gloriously on display. He was waiting for me, having warmed up the water.
"I thought we could run through the shower again, since you're water is cold at home," he said. "Get you nice and relaxed before we get all sweaty!" He watched me unashamedly as I stripped before him, shedding my shirt, then dropping my shorts until I too was naked. He grinned down at me as he held the shower door open, ushering me in, then stepping in behind me.
The water felt amazing, relaxing the tension I was feeling about giving in to Alec. He stepped up to me, and then we were kissing again. My fears and reservations melted away. Alec then lathered me up, just like this morning, again paying special attention to my hole. I groaned at the play of his finger on my most intimate place, where no one else had ever touched me.
Soon, we were out of the shower, and he led me back to his bed, walking me backwards as we made out. Finally, he pulled back from my mouth.
"Turn around," he instructed. I turned, and then bent over the bed, exposing my ass to him, thinking that he was just going to fuck me. I felt his legs touch mine as he stepped up to the bed. But instead of his cock forcing it's way into my hole, I felt his chest coming to rest on my back as he laid down on me. His arms snaked their way under my chest, holding me against him. I loved feeling him on my back, the warmth of his body radiating through mine. Then he stood, pulling me up with him. My smooth back was pressed against his chest, and his cock was poking against my lower back.
"You want this big black cock?" he growled in my ear as his head nestled against mine from behind, sending shivers down my spine.
"OOOH, yes," I moaned, loving the feel of his powerful arms holding me.
"I'm gone fuck you so good, baby," he said, his deep voice quiet, his words spoken in my ear for only me to hear. "I'm gone make you a real man. I'm gone give you this cock you need, then fill you with my load. You wanna feel this black dick deep in your hole?" he growled in my ear.
"Umm Hmm," I whined out in pleasure.
"You gone take it like a man?" he asked, reminding me of our earlier conversation.
"Oh, yes," I groaned.
"Gonna give it up like a bitch, but be a man?" he asked as he kissed my neck and grazed his fingers over my sides, lighting fires of passion in my body that I'd never felt. His hand slid up my chest to my face, gripping my neck and turning my head back to meet his in a passionate kiss. Then breaking away from the kiss, he pressed down on my back, bending me at the waist down onto the bed.
'Oh, fuck, here it comes!' I thought. I expected to feel his big dick splitting my ass in two. Instead, he leaned over with me, then began kissing down my back, slowly, excruciatingly, sliding lower. Finally, his mouth was at my ass as he planted kisses on each of my cheeks. Then his hands gripped my cheeks, and separated them, exposing my newly cleaned hole to his gaze.
"Fuck, I love a tight white virgin ass," he growled. The next moment, his mouth clamped onto my hole, and his tongue began licking and pressing in, eating me out. Nothing in my life prepared me for this moment.
"OOOOHHH!" I shouted in shock and pleasure. "FUCK! OH YEAH!" I was groaning and moaning as he ate me out, expertly using his tongue to bring me to ever increasing heights of pleasure. I had no idea that there was pleasure like this to be enjoyed! I didn't know that my ass was such a spot of ecstasy for my body! I felt myself pushing my ass back against his face, wanting, no, needing more!
"You like that?" he asked a bit sarcastically as he pulled back momentarily from my hole.
"Fuck yeah," I groaned out, dropping my head down to the bed, overcome with the sensations as his mouth reconnected with my hole. He ate me like that for god knows how long, then began inserting his fingers, one at a time, adding lube along the way. By the time I finally felt him stand up behind me, I was a writhing, moaning, slobbering mess of pleasure. He finally got what he was waiting for, though. The need had been building in me, and before I really understood what I was saying, I groaned out "PLEASE!"
"Please, what?" he asked as he began to stand.
"Please," I paused, then said it: "Please fuck me!"
"You got it baby," He said. I felt his body come up between my legs. "Up on your knees!" he said as he slapped my ass. I hurried to obey, climbing on the bed on my hands and knees, my ass in the air.
"Fuck, look at that ass!" He groaned as I felt him climb on the bed behind me. I felt his cock touch my hole, and then he stopped, leaning down over me. His arm came around my neck, a small brown bottle in his hand, which he held under my nose. "Inhale," he said as he closed my right nostril with his finger. I breathed in, the fumes strong, both sweet and bitter. "Now exhale, and then we'll repeat on the other side. Hold your breathe in until I tell you to let it out," he said as he moved the bottle to the other side.
Soon, I could hear the blood pumping in my ears as a strange warmth took over my body. I suddenly felt so very horny, and very much in need of something in my hole! I pressed back against his cock, feeling it sliding in, the lube and stretching he'd done preparing me for his cock making me loose and accommodating. He got about 4 inches in before my ass clamped down, the burning stretch too much.
"OH FUCK! OWWW!" I groaned out, wanting this, but not wanting the pain.
"Shhhh," he whispered, his head still beside my ear. "Relax. You can do it. You're a natural. Just keep that hole open." He moved the bottle back under my nose. "Take another hit." I sniffed in, feeling the fumes take effect and my hole relax and loosen again. Feeling it as well, Alec pushed forward, and the remainder of his dick slid into my hole.
Once he was in me, he stood up, keeping himself fully inside my hole. His hands found my hips, gripping me and pulling me back against him. He kept me against his body as he began to swivel his hips slightly, carrying me with him. One hand left my hip and slid up on my back, rubbing me gently as I relaxed into the sensation of being fully impaled on his big black cock.
"Take another hit," he said as he handed me the bottle. I followed the pattern he'd taught me, and as I relaxed further, I felt my back arch and the pleasure of being filled with cock began to grow.
"There you go," Alec said as he pulled back slightly, then pressed back in. "Yeah, give me that ass. There you go, baby!" His deep voice was soft and seductive, and I loved hearing him talk to me in his bedroom voice.
"Oh!" I groaned out as he pulled back a little further, then pressed back in, beginning a slow fuck motion in my hole. The pleasure was mounting as he began to slide past my prostate over and over again. Soon, his speed picked up, and the sounds changed as his pace increased. Added to the moans and groans from both of us was the slapping of flesh as his hips connected with my white ass cheeks as he fucked his big black cock into my no longer virgin hole.
"Oh, Fuck!" I groaned as his thrusts intensified and it began to feel so good. I now understand why someone would do this! I raised up, straightening my arms, my weight primarily on my knees as I threw my head back in pleasure at the pounding he was giving my hole.
Alec fucked me like that for a minute, then slammed in and ground his cock deep in my hole. He leaned down over my back, his hands sliding all over my chest as he kissed my neck, switching from his power fuck into passionate lover.
"Ah, this hole feels so good," he whispered in my ear. "You love this dick fucking you?" he asked, again in a whisper as he kissed my ear and neck.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," I groaned, my head lolling back on his shoulder from the pleasure.
He pulled his cock back until just the head was in my hole, then held still. The need to feel him filling me up grew, and I pressed back, sliding my ass back on his cock.
"Yeah," he groaned. "Back that ass up on this cock. Yeah, just like that."
Gripping my hips again, he started fucking me again, returning to the athleticism of his previous pounding. I couldn't believe I took him so easily, or that I was enjoying his fuck so much on my first time out! Maybe he was right: maybe I am a natural bottom! I was quickly reaching a point where words were not coming out intelligibly, but instead I was just continually groaning and uttering "OOH!" and "AHHH! Fuck!" as he alternated between slow and fast strokes. He was a masterful top, and he was giving me so much pleasure!
"Climb up on yo' hands and knees on the bed!" Alec commanded after a few minutes, slapping my white ass. I scurried up on the bed, and he followed me up. As soon as his cock was once again docked in my hole, he leaned down on me, collapsing me onto the bed on my stomach, his bigger, muscular black body covering mine. I loved this new position as I could fully relax and give myself to him. It felt so good to have his weight on me, his hands sliding all over my sides, touching me, feeling his lips kiss my neck and back, and his hips lifting and then slamming back down on my ass as his big cock filled my hole.
"Fuck that dick feels so good!" I groaned out. "Fuuuuccckkkk!" When he slowed down this time, he swiveled his hips, rotating his cock, stretching out my hole. "OOH!" I moaned.
"You like this dick?" he moaned in my ear.
"Oh, yes!" I whined.
"You gonna take this dick whenever I want?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, this ass is yours," I answered.
"Good boy," he said, kissing my ear. He ground down in me for a moment more, then he pulled back, then pulled out of my ass. He moved to lay down on his back beside where I was laying. I lifted my head to look at him. "Come sit on this dick!" he said.
I moved to straddle him, sitting on my knees on either side of his hips. I felt his big black cock slide up my crack, up onto my lower back. I looked down at his face, unsure of what to do.
"Take it in your hand," he said, "And guide it to your hole." I lifted up while reaching back, gripping his steel hard rod and moving it to touch my hole. "Now sit back." I moved, slowly at first, feeling his head once again breach the outer defenses of my hole. I leaned back more, and found that I could more easily take him from this position. "That's it, white boy," he said. "Take that dick, fuck yo'self on this big black dick." My ass came to rest on his legs. I'd taken him fully!
From this position, I was now looking in the face of the man whose dick was balls deep in my formerly virgin hole. I was not detached from the situation. I was no longer being fucked by a faceless man behind me. Now, I was looking down into Alec's eyes as he watched the pleasure wash over me from the strokes of his dick deep in me.
Sitting in his lap, I found that I couldn't be still. I lifted up, then slid back down. Soon, I was bouncing on his dick with abandon. He watched me with a smile, loving how much I was enjoying his dick. Overcome with the feelings in my hole, I collapsed down, kissing him, needing to be connected with him in every way possible. It dawned on me later that this was the first time I'd initiated making out with him. Every other time, he'd kissed me. But I was so overcome with desire for this man who I was riding that I just needed him, needed to be close to him!
He let me ride him like that for about 10 minutes. He had amazing stamina! The fact that his first load of the day had been shot down my throat probably helped. I loved feeling his hands reach back and grab my ass as I rode him, his long fingers kneading the muscles of my ass, separating my cheeks to get his dick even deeper in my newly deflowered hole.
Finally, in a show of his athleticism, as well as the differences in our sizes, he sat up, with me still in his lap, impaled on his dick, and kissed me, his arms wrapping around me in a hug as we made out while I slowly ground down on his cock.
"Hop up," Alec whispered after we'd kissed like that for a few minutes. I moved up, sliding off his dick, then waited for his next instruction. "Lay down on your back."
I rolled over as I lay down, my back on the bed. He moved to stand by the edge of the bed, then grabbed my legs and pulled my ass to the edge as well. Gripping my legs, he splayed them out, my calves held in his hands as he pushed them back, rolling my ass up to meet his cock.
"Look at that wet hole!" He said as his cock made contact, beginning to press back into me. "Look at that white hole open to this black cock. You like taking this cock, baby?" he asked as he slid back into me.
"Yes!" I said, gasping from the intrusion. He began to fuck me again, hard, the intensity matching his earlier thrusts. My head was swaying from side to side in pleasure as he pounded my hole. His thrusts pushed me back on the bed, and he followed, climbing up on the bed on his knees. He bent down, bending me in half, my legs split out in a V, held open by his big muscular body. His face was just above mine as he fucked me senseless. His sweat dripped down onto my chest and face, proof of the exertion of his fuck.
This new position served to change the position of his cock hitting my prostate, and the sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. Without touching my cock, I could feel myself racing toward orgasm. He was fucking the cum from me! I crested over the top, unable to stop myself from spraying both of our bodies with my cum. Even after the orgasm had settled some, my cock was still dribbling out cum as he fucked me. He sped up even more, slamming into my hole as he fucked toward his own climax.
Time stood still as he slammed into me one final time and held himself in me. I could feel his balls jumping on my ass, his cock pulsing, as his cum fired out of his cock, deep in my hole. He bred me, marking me as his. I'd been fucked, and bred. I'd been made his bitch, and it was the greatest pleasure I'd ever experienced! I loved feeling the warm blasts of his cum fire into my hole. I loved watching his face contort in pleasure as he seeded me. I loved feeling him drop down onto me, his mouth attacking mine in a passionate kiss as he consummated our mating, cementing my role as a white bottom for muscular, black tops. Every sexual experience, and every sexual partner from here on out would be measured against the ecstasy of this first time.
Finally, he pulled out and rolled over, laying beside me, both of us panting in exhaustion.
"Thank you," I said after a few minutes. "Thank you."
"You enjoyed?" he asked with a smile.
"More than I ever would have imagined!" I replied enthusiastically.
We eventually got up, and Alec led me back into the shower for our third cleansing of the day. Once we were clean, we got out, dried off, dressed, and I made my way back to my apartment. I was shocked at how uncomplicated my emotions were about having taken his dick. I guess, deep down, I'd always known that this was my destiny, and I felt satisfied and happy now that I'd given in and stopped denying who I truly am.
Alec and I actually hooked up a lot that year! He taught me how to be a good bottom, and introduced me to so many new things. I owe a lot to him!
After graduation, I moved up to Atlanta for this job on the force, and the rest is history. I met Jadyn a couple of years after moving here, at the gym, and he's been fucking me ever since.
And that's the story of how I first took a big black dick.
I stared at Ken as he finished his story, shocked at how similar we were, how we'd grown up trying not to be what we truly wanted to be. I was glad to have him as a friend, and glad that we could share our now mutual love of big black cock fucking the shit out of us white boys!
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