Bryce's First Bbc

"No one even cares about black people's rights anymore. How many Black Lives Matter rallies even

happen

anymore? And when they do, people don't even attend. I was at one last week and it was pretty much a ghost town." Janelle told me as we were walking to our

Humanities

class at Ridgeside College.

I had to admit, she had a point. Not that I agreed that people just stopped caring about black folks' lives and rights, but there were so many other atrocities happening every day, it was hard to focus on one over another.

"Even supposed

woke

people like you! I haven't seen you going to any rally's lately."

"Yeah, I know. I've been busy with classes and I've been going to Planned Parenthood rallies and Free Palestine rallies on some weekends. I can only be in so many places at once, but you're right. I need to do better." I replied, a hint of guilt in my voice.

"I'm only half joking, Bryce. I know you still care, but get out there a bit more. Us black folks need the support of you

good

white people." She said, nudging into me playfully. "There's another next weekend about a half hour drive from here. It supposed to be pretty big... Well as big as any BLM rally is now." She said with an eye roll.

"Of course I'll go. Is it a date then?" I said, smiling slyly at her.

"You know I don't date white boys. But if I did, you'd be the first to know." She said smiling again. "But yeah we'll go together."

If I'm being honest, I don't really enjoy going to rallies. I first started going to BLM rallies specifically to get closer to Janelle, but after almost 4 years of friendship, she still didn't want to give a white boy like me a chance. She said she strictly dated other black folks because "no offense" as she said, white boys just couldn't compare.

Of course she was talking about dick size, what else could she mean? But I thought that was rude and a stereotype anyway. Not all black guys had massive horse cocks, as portrayed in pop culture and pornography. And not all white guys had small shriveled things between their legs. In fact, I was a little above average, just about 6 inches when erect. But conversations like that always fucked with my self esteem and made me feel inadequate.

The weekend came quickly and after a short drive, me and Janelle pulled up to a... Incredibly small gathering.

"This is it?!" She said incredulously. "They said this mother fucker was gonna be big. Now I'm pissed. No one ever shows, like I was telling you before."

"Eh, maybe everyone's just late." I said, trying to sound positive.

We walked to the group of people and Janelle started talking to a couple. There was a big black dude with an afro in the group, and it seemed like she knew him, or

wanted

to know him.

She turned to me and introduced me to the all black group. "This is Bryce, he's one of the good ones."

Everyone told me their names, which I knew I would soon forget. The huge black dude with the afro walked over and shook my hand. Now I'm not a short guy, just above 6 feet actually, but this guy was towering over me, he must have been at least 6'6".

"What's up brother? Good to see a white boy respecting the cause. I'm Tyrell." His voice was deep and gravely.

"Of course man, I think everyone should respect the cause. Sucks to see there are so few people here." I replied, shaking his hand. He gripped my hand incredibly firmly and I tried to squeeze back the same amount. But this dude was huge not only in height, he was incredibly muscular. I'm sure he could have squeezed my hand right off if he wanted.

He noticed me trying to match his hand grip and cracked a smile, "I respect the hustle."

The rest of the rally was pretty boring. Me and Janelle stood on the sidewalk holding one of the signs she had made years before. After a few hours some people began to leave and me and Janelle decided it was time for us to go as well.

As we were getting in the car, Tyrell jogged up. "Yo I need more white friends. You seem cool, let me get your number, maybe we can hang out some time."

"Sure, of course." I said, telling him my number that he put in his phone.

"What the fuck was that?!" Janelle said a few minutes after we pulled away. "I spent the whole goddamn rally trying to get that mother fuckers attention and he wants

your

number? This is some bullshit."

I let out a laugh, "well, he said he needed more white friends. I guess you don't fit the bill."

"You better talk me up to him."

"If he calls me, I'll try." I said, feeling a spasm of hurt in my chest. I knew Janelle would never see me as anything more than a friend, and it hurt.

A few weeks went by and I had pretty much forgot about the rally and giving Tyrell my number, but suddenly I got a text message.

Yo what up, man? It's Tyrell. We should hit up a bar tonight and chill.

What's up, Tyrell? Sounds good, just let me know the address and time and I'll be there.

I sort of felt awkward meeting someone I barely knew, but I had always been a good and charismatic talker, so I wasn't too worried.

I told Janelle about it later that day.

"I should totally show up." She said.

"Maybe next time? At least let me talk about you some to him and gauge his reaction. He might even have a girlfriend or be married."

"So?" She said.

"Janelle!"

"I know I'm kidding. But shit, I'd really love to climb that tree."

There was that spasm in my chest again, but I smiled and laughed anyway.

I showed up to the bar at the time he said. I found Tyrell already there with a beer in hand.

"What up, Bryce?" He said shaking my hand again.

"Not much man, how are you?"

"Pretty good. I have a lot of work in my classes right now. That's part of the reason I called you actually. I have a report I'm doing and I need to interview a

woke

guy for my piece. Would you be down?"

"I mean, I hate the term

woke

but I'd be down I suppose. I think

woke

is just a bad word for someone being

decent

. I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"Shit man, exactly! We see eye to eye and that's a great quote. I'll use that in the report."

I laughed and ordered a beer.

We talked a lot about ordinary stuff at first, sport and stuff mostly, but then we began talking more in depth about race and racial issues.

We were in a mostly black neighborhood and most of the people in the bar were black as well. I noticed some of them giving me a bad look from some of the stuff we were talking about. Racism talk didn't sit well with some people, especially with a white guy like me talking about it.

I think Tyrell could tell I was getting a little uncomfortable because I started being less talkative about the subjects.

"Hey man, I live right around the corner from here, want to come over and talk about this more? I see some people don't really like this kind of talk here. Too dumb for it." He whispered with a chuckle.

"Yeah sure man."

He told me to leave my car in the bar parking lot because he didn't have parking near his house, which turns out was literally around the corner, less then a 2 minute walk.

His apartment was nice and cozy, not really what you'd expect from a 20ish college student. There were some sports posters on the wall, a desk with a computer, and other second hand looking furniture. Most stuff didn't match and the house wouldn't have looked too out of place in a 1970's sitcom.

I sat down on the couch and he brought me another beer from the fridge and sat down next to me.

"So what's your opinion on stereotypes?" He said, getting right back into the deep conversation we were having.

"I think many of them are built around some nugget of truth, but bent towards whatever side the person who came up with it is trying to make. Like not every Asian is bad at driving or good at math. I think positive and negative stereotypes can be damaging."

"Yeah, I definitely agree with you. Good shit man." He said, typing some into a laptop he had broken out.

"Like some positive stereotypes can also be negative in ways. Like, not all black guys have huge dicks, for one. Say a black guy with an average size dick or a small one will have to live under the shadow of that stereotype and feel even worse about himself than a white guy would."

"Interesting, I think that's true for sure. But then like you were saying, there's usually some nugget of truth that gets stretched. Like I've been in mostly black schools, I seen a lot of dark meat and while some are average, there wasn't too many small. And the ones that got it

got it

." Tyrell said, typing some more into his laptop.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Like, not to give too much information, but as a white guy I live with the stereotype of having a small one. That lady Janelle I was with doesn't want to give me a chance because of it. And bro I'm a little above average, definitely not small. A good 6 inches."

Tyrell laughed. "Damn, she won't give you a chance based on that? That's shitty. 6 inches is average, like you said, nothing to be embarrassed about. But, I gotta say, having a

big

one does come in handy. It's almost like a cheat code."

I chuckled. "Must be nice."

"It really is," he said with a laugh. "Like, just the information of it being out there is enough to get people interested. Notice, I said people, not just women. I've noticed that even other guys get interested when they hear you got a 9 incher. Ones that aren't even gay. It's crazy."

"That's weird, they must be leaning in that direction, right?"

"A BLM activist that's homophobic?" Tyell asked jokingly.

"Oh no, I'm not at all, just never thought of a man in that way, even if I knew he had a big dick." I laughed.

"Maybe so, but it usually changes when they actually see it." Tyrell said with a laugh. "Like watch, let's do an experiment." He said.

I felt a big uncomfortable and felt my heart rate spike and my adrenaline go up.

He was wearing a pair of gray shorts and pulled them snuggly up, showing the outline of a massive cock. It was hanging nearly to his knee.

"Jesus, that's crazy. Like I said, it must be nice." I said, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach. Was he right? What the fuck was that feeling.

"Like I said, it is nice. I'm not gay or anything, but I've let a lot of different people enjoy it. The more the merrier, right? A nut is a nut." He said with a laugh.

"So yeah, what else did you want to talk about for the paper?" I said, feeling strange.

"Sorry I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, man. I was just trying to make a point." He said.

"Oh no worries man. I guess you didn't prove your point, though. Not interested."

"Oh yeah? Well maybe you just need to see the real thing and not an outline." He said, quickly pulling his sweatpants down and whipping his massive cock out.

Like I said earlier, I'm not gay. I'm truly not. But maybe he was right. There was something almost hypnotizing about seeing his cock. It was incredible. There was something so breathtaking about it, I wanted to hold it in my hand, in my mouth... Fuck what am I thinking?!

"What about now?" He asked.

I was trembling. "No, still not." I lied, but my voice was shaking.

"Not even a little? This is your one and only chance. You can touch it if you'd like." He said, standing up and moving in front of me.

His massive cock was dangling there. It was mesmerizing. There were large veins running through it and his balls were hanging just under. They were equally massive and mesmerizing.

"No thank you." I said, but my hands betrayed me and reached out and took hold of it. It was heavy in my hands, much heavier than I would have expected.

I looked up and Tyrell was smirking at me. "See, I told you."

I couldn't say anything, I just kept staring at it and holding it. My eyes went from his balls, up his shaft, and to his bulbous head. He wasn't even hard and it was massive.

"Alright man, we can stop now." He said, beginning to pull away.

But I held on tighter.

"Yeah, I think maybe we should. I don't know what came over me, I guess you were right." I replied, still holding on to his massive cock.

I looked up into his face and saw him still smiling. "Are you gonna let go?"

Butterflies were assaulting my chest and stomach. "Oh yes, of course," I said, before bending my head in and placing a kiss on the head of his cock. Instinctually my tongue flicked out and licked around the head of his cock and then down his shaft.

"Oh fuck. Doesn't seem like your body is saying the same thing your mouth is, buddy." Tyrell said, laughing as he did so. "It's okay, do what you want."

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. In fact, I wasn't really even thinking anymore, it was as if something had taken over me, had overcome my very being and I was unable to stop what I was doing. With him telling me to continue, I did just that.

I continued licking all over his cock-shaft and head. Licking the large hole on top of his cock got me my first taste of precum. I had always heard that cum tasted nasty and none of my previous girlfriends had ever sucked me to completion, yet I thought it tasted amazing.

I stood up and pushed him down onto the couch. He followed my gaze, almost lovingly with a smirk on his face and said nothing.

I got down onto my knees in front of him and continued licking his cock. But then I got brave and opened my mouth as wide as I could and put his cock in. Giving a blowjob was

not

easy. I could see why a lot of women didn't like doing it, but I saw it as a challenge. I could only get a few inches of his cock into my mouth, but I wanted, no

needed

more. I wanted the whole 9 inches in my mouth, and I knew to do so I would have to take it into my throat. But there was truly a need there. I needed all of him.

After a few minutes of sucking him, he let out a slight moan. I looked up and he had his head back in pleasure. I felt thrilled to be able to have that effect on him. I looked back to his massive, hard cock, and then at his balls. I instinctually leaned down and began licking them eagerly. Before long, I sucked them both into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them. I took turns sucking and licking them. I took great care and lovingly suckled and licked each ball. I used my hands to lift his large balls up and licked underneath them. I know from experience that the underside of your balls are sensitive. I had always wished a woman would lick mine, but it never happened.

And now here I was licking another man's balls. Weird world.

I kept lovingly licking under his balls, which he seemed to love. He was moaning a bit louder now. He put his feet up onto the couch, opening up the underside even more and giving me greater access. He was clearly loving this.

"Damn, not many women can even do this good of a job. I'm impressed. I hardly believe you haven't done this before." Tyrell said, his voice thick with passion.

"I swear. I told you, I'm not gay." I replied and went back to licking his balls.

I continued for a bit, and for some reason, I decided to venture a bit lower with my tongue. I have no idea why. Now to be fair, his balls tasted really nice. And underneath even more so. It was a bit musky and smelled like, I don't know how to describe it. Almost like a good kind of sweat. It was breathtaking in a good way.

Soon, my tongue touched his asshole. He bucked a bit and moaned loudly. "Damn girl, never had that before." He said, clearly loving it and eager for more. He raised his feet up in the air, giving me full access to his asshole.

I looked up, his asshole, balls, and cock all right in my face. It was absurdly hot. I buried my face into his asshole, tonguing every inch of it. His heavy balls were mashed against my forehead as I worked at his asshole with my tongue. I could feel them pulse and jiggle every once in a while. He was nearing an orgasm just from me tonguing his asshole. That was hot.

I kept it up, and reached up and began stroking his cock with my hand as I worked. I began moving my tongue and mouth from his asshole to his balls, lovingly tracing over them with my tongue. I kept stroking his cock as I did. I felt his balls pulsing more.

I moved my mouth back onto his cock and began sucking it frantically, jerking the bottom half with my hand since I couldn't get even half of it in my mouth. Tyrell was moaning loudly now. Soon I felt him tense up and I locked my lips around his cock, making a deep suction. He began spurting cum into my mouth. It was fast and much more then I expected. It also tasted fucking amazing, salty and almost sweet. I began swallowing, not letting the suction of my mouth lapse. I swallowed every last drop he spurt into my hungry mouth.

When he was done cumming, I finally let go. I pulled away and looked at his massive cock, still hard as a rock. I saw some cum about to drip down his shaft and quickly moved and licked it up. I put my mouth over his cock again and jerked his cock, milking every little bit that was still in there into my mouth.

"Holy shit, man. You are a pro. I could get used to that." He said, laying back exhausted from his hard orgasm.

"I guess I proved you right." I said with a smile. I noticed I had cum in my pants while pleasuring him and felt weird.