Addicted to Coc: the Early Days

Prologue: Hello, my name is BigDickBttm and I'm a sex addict. I suppose my inner circle consists of going online to find women, transsexuals and men to sleep with. I never actually stick around long enough to sleep, of course. But yeah, I like to fuck. Top, bottom, black, white, young, old, tall, short, fat, skinny... you get the point. It doesn't matter. Literotica's servers are only so big, so we'll forget about all the women for now. This is about the guys and the t-girls. I'm not necessarily attracted to guys. Like, it'll sound homophobic, but the idea of kissing another dude is kind of gross to me. I identify as straight. But, you know the old story 'round these parts. I love cock. But not all cock. No, no, no. I'm not that kind of slut. I'm a size queen. And damn proud of it. This is my story.

Chapter 1 - Howard

It was my freshman year at college in New York City and I was particularly active on Craigslist. I couldn't host at my dorm, but I was willing to go to any borough to fuck. I'd never hooked up with a guy before, until, that is, I met Howard. To be honest, I barely remember anything about him, including where he lived, other than to say, I'm confident he lived north of Union Square. In fact, what I remember most was his blue underwear. I know he was an older white guy and his cock was probably 8-9 inches. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice dick, and it sent me a journey for more. My asshole couldn't get enough, such was its insatiable hunger for monster meat. Which is where Anthony came in, pun intended. As for Howard, I never saw him again. But I thank him for being gentle in popping my ass cherry.

Chapter 2 - Anthony

Anthony and I met as if by fate. I'm sure I found him on Craigslist. He was a black guy in his 30s, maybe early 40s. He told me to meet him somewhere around 8th or 9th Ave. When I emerged from the subway, he wasn't waiting where he said he'd be. In fact, I don't even know if the address he gave me existed.

But I was a young kid in New York City who didn't know north from south. So I kept wandering around on the sidewalk until I literally bumped into him. He was a well-built black guy, and we confirmed names, and he told me to follow him. He took me to a grim-looking building that I quickly learned was a halfway house. This guy was apparently allowed to have visitors, though I had to hand over my ID, which killed the whole discretion thing.

He took me upstairs to his apartment, and I remember seeing one of his neighbors, who noticed how out of place I was and likely suspected what was about to happen. A white boy like me would only be in a place like that for one of two reasons — drugs or cock. And few would dare to sell drugs out of a well-guarded halfway house. I guess slinging dick is another story. Either way, this guy Anthony got me hooked. The whole, 'once you go black, you never go back' thing? It's true, for the most part. I mean, I have gone back for the rare special white cock, but for the most part, I became a slut for BBC after my experience with Anthony.

He started by standing in the middle of the room and commanding me to take his shorts off. I got on my knees and did as I was told. His cock was enormous, with huge black bull balls. I dived in face first and gobbled what I could of his monstrous dick, which must've been 10.5" at least. He face fucked me, shoving his veiny cock down my throat until my eyes watered and I gagged. I told him I was pretty inexperienced and he said he'd break me in gently, but he was going to go balls deep. That's the only way he knew how to fuck. He laid me face down on his couch and put a cushion under my stomach so my ass was up in the air. Then he greased my hole up and slipped on a condom, and forced his way up my ass and into my guts. I howled in pain, unaccustomed to that kind of girth, but he just pressed his weight on top of me and started whispering in my ear, flicking it with his tongue from time to time.

"That's it, gimme that ass, white boy."

"I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are and make you my bitch."

I'm sure I came all over his couch while he was buried deep inside me. Then I felt him plunge back in and shudder as he moaned. I could feel his huge, thick cock twitching in my hole. He pulled out, removed the condom, slapped his wet dick across my face and told me to suck the rest of his cum off the tip of his cock. Once again, I did as I was told. I gave him his money, either 120 or 180 or something like that, and he escorted me back downstairs.

We met up one more time after that, his cock having seemingly grown again since the last time. He'd told me his girlfriend might be stopping by and that for another 100 or so, she'd be down to suck my dick while he fucked my ass. I was totally down for that scenario but it never materialized as she failed to arrive. Instead I had to settle for taking his thick tube in my holes. This time, he pulled out, removed the condom, and nutt all over my face. I looked at myself in the mirror as I cleaned up and didn't recognize myself, but was turned on by the new me and how taboo it was to keep the encounter a secret.

I never saw Anthony again.

Coming Soon: Chapter 3 - Apartment 2T