This second installment about finding Frank and getting to suck his BBC is not just about sucking his cock. It is more of a chronology of how we became suck buddies and turned each other on. To really get an accurate feeling for the characters involved, you should read the first installment to begin.
Thank you to all of those who have read the first installment and especially those who have taken the time and left your comments and ratings.
A very, very special "Thank You" to Apple_of_Eden
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To say that I was hooked on sucking cock, especially a nice, hard, black one would be an understatement in the order of saying that the Grand Canyon was a hole in the ground. The instant that I had Frank's cock between my lips, I knew I was hooked, and Frank knew it too. When he smiled at me and called me his cock sucker, I was proud. I realized that I wanted to pleasure Frank in ways that I never thought I would. Eating pussy was a favorite item on my sexual menu, but it had just been replaced by sucking cock. Black cock that is, with all the delicious chocolate sauce that comes with it.
On my drive home, after sucking my first cock, I couldn't help thinking about when I could meet Frank again and suck him off. I was hard and ready to go. The aftertaste of cum still lingering in my mouth was a constant reminder that this was not a dream, it was for real. Check it off my bucket list, "Suck a cock. Check."
One of the biggest fears of mine was that I would feel guilt and shame for what I had just done. After all, I was brought up to believe that if a guy sucked a cock, or had any kind of sexual encounter with another man, he was less of a man. To the contrary, I felt that touching, licking, and sucking on Frank's black cock was so natural, that I must keep doing it for as many times as I could. It was an act of sex between two men, who thoroughly enjoyed it. No guilt. No shame. Only arousal and the desire to do it again.
When I got home, my wife was out with one of the neighbor ladies, shopping. I couldn't help myself, so I dropped my pants, right on the living room floor and started stroking my blood engorged cock, while thinking back less than an hour ago, how I had taken my first cock and become a full fledged member of the "Black cock sucker's club." Thinking back on seeing and feeling Frank's thick black lips around my cock, then me, eagerly taking his thick, hard, black dick and making him cum was more than I could take. I was spewing another load of my 'vanilla' sauce into the palm of my free hand and eating my load, just the way Judy had trained me to. Slapping my palm into my open mouth and gobbling it down.
It wasn't too long after that, my wife and her friend returned from their appointed rounds of shopping. I couldn't resist giving my wife a kiss, full on her lips. I know, that with at least an hour and a half elapsed since I had Frank's hardon in my mouth, there was little chance of any residual cum still there, but my fresh load was less than 15 minutes earlier. Maybe, just maybe, there night be a little taste left for her. In any event, it made me tingle knowing that I was kissing my wife with the lips that had just sucked my first black cock off. Later that day, I relayed that tidbit of information to Frank, and he was admittedly excited about it.
Our online conversations took a gigantic leap from the realm of fantasy and make believe, to the realization of what we had done and wanted to do over and over. Frank was referring to me as 'his' cock sucker and how much he loved feeding me his 'chocolate' sauce. I had become 'vanilla dick' and he was 'chocolate dick.' We teased each other about how much it turned us on to have become interracial cock suckers. Both of us were sexually excited to be able to look at the contrasts in our skin and watch ourselves being devoured by the other, then taking our turn and doing the sucking.
One thing was apparent to me for sure, was that Frank was the dominant one in our friendship. Frank brought his limited, according to his estimation, experience to this relationship, and for me, he was the leader. He kept assuring me that I was in control, but in fact, I was just following my lust for cock, his black cock.
Frank had been telling me of his past sexual prowess and how his 'powerful' cock had fucked many women in the past, a lot of them white, and most of those married. Frank had been a teacher in his early working life and taught at both the high school level and college, before becoming the head honcho for a smaller corporation. He loved his work and it seemed that almost everyone loved his easy going ways. I know I did. When he walked into the coffee shop the first day we met, I could tell that he was a people person. His smile was infectious and his cheery disposition just wins you over. You want to do whatever he asks of you. I was hoping to keep this going as long as I could.
One of his online messages really got me going, more that the others. It was about a former student of his, that was about 10 years his junior. Frank had taught him many years ago, and when he took over as the head of the company, this former student was now working for Frank. Although he hadn't seen him for years, he always knew that he was an intelligent, hard worker. His name was Terry, but went by T.
The reunion of Frank and T went along just marvelous, and Frank was soon to find out that T and his wife (both white) had two grown children, and that he was anxious to catch up with Frank over drinks some night, if Frank thought it was appropriate, being as he was now T's boss. Frank accepted the invite and assured T that it would be his pleasure to have a drink or two and talk about what was new in each other's lives. Frank and T went for drinks and enjoyed it so much, they made it kind of a semi-regular thing, a couple of times a month. They would meet at different places for drinks, some franchises that were known for their sexy waitresses, others just for their food and friendly service.
One night, T suggested that they meet for drinks in the lounge of a hotel, on the outskirts of town. He had heard that their pizza and wings were highly thought of. Frank agreed. Being the last to leave work on a daily basis, Frank pulled into the crowded parking lot of the hotel to find T's car was already there. Walking in and peering about, Frank noticed T sitting in a back corner booth with a voluptuous blond woman. Before we get all carried away here thinking that this woman was some kind of super perfect, movie star, unrealistic Barbie type, she wasn't. Not to say that she wasn't beautiful. She was. She had long blond hair that draped over her shoulders and framed her very pretty face. Her make-up was sparingly, yet professionally applied. She had a low cut clingy top that showed just enough of her ample cleavage to let everyone know that she was comfortable with her sexuality, yet not so much as to scream 'cheap whore'. Her short, tight skirt rode up high on her thighs, but the leggings underneath covered her skin. She was in the under 50 age range, but not by much. T was just 50 and Frank had turned 60 a couple of years earlier. Without understating her attractive looks, she could still turn heads with her full figure.
When Frank reached the booth, T introduced his wife, Sarah. Interesting, indeed. Since the former teacher and student had been meeting for drinks, they had discussed many things, work, sports, the good old days, and had explored the sex topic from time to time. T had confided in Frank that his wife Sarah was a real dynamo in bed and that he was unable to keep up with her, especially since he hit his late 40's and now turned 50. Just looking at Sarah, Frank could tell that she was a real firecracker. Talking to both T and his wife, Frank could sense some underlying anxiousness. When Sarah got up to use the ladies room, T suddenly was at a loss for words. He was stuttering and stammering and turning all shades of red.
Frank thought that he knew what the agenda was, but wanted to let T bring it up. Frank didn't want to be presumptive. Finally breaking the silence. T asked what Frank thought about his wife, Sarah.
"Do you like her, Frank? Do you find her attractive? Sexy?" T asked, all of the questions kind of run together, like he had to ask them before he chickened out.
"I think she is delightful," Frank answered, "She is everything that you have told me and more."
"You like her then?" T asked, as if he needed Frank's explicit approval.
"Absolutely. She is beautiful, witty, sexy, and she knows how to dress to show off her assets," Frank told T, with his trademark smile.
If Frank knew anything, he knew where this conversation was going. He had been there before, a couple of times. Letting his answers sink in with his younger friend, Frank sipped on his drink before adding, "You are a lucky man to have such a pretty and sexy wife. By the looks of her, I can believe that she needs a lot of loving."
The relief on T's face was obvious as Frank praised Sarah. Now came the hard part. T stammered on and on as Frank patiently waited to hear what it was that was so difficult for T to say.
"Ummm... ah.. well... " T managed to get out as he sat there spinning his wheels.
Again, Frank thought he knew, but best be safe and wait for T to say the words. "T, if there is something that you want to say, or ask, go right ahead.. I think we have known each other long enough to be able to talk about anything."
In a voice that was barely audible over the din of the lounge, T asked, "Would you like to have sex with Sarah?"
