You might appreciate reading my series, "Plowed," before reading this, though it's not necessary. Disclaimer: The story depicts scenes of reluctance and at times non-consensual sexual contact. All characters and places in this story are fictional. Any similarity herein to real persons or places is entirely coincidental. All characters are 18 or older.
Levi stared at the pictures of big black dicks on his phone. He clicked on one, and it sprang to life: a video of a smooth, ebony man with bulging muscles jacking a solid 9 inches. Or was it 10? 1?
Fuck! He's so BIGGG!
Levi bit his lower lip, reached down, and started to tug his own white cock. He glanced nervously at his bedroom door. Why didn't his parents put locks on those doors, anyway? He didn't want anyone—not his parents, not his sisters, not his girlfriend or his best buddies or anyone—to find him dick in hand, beating off to videos of naked black men. He didn't even want God to know.
Levi looked nervously at the ceiling.
Don't watch,
he said to the sky.
How had it come to this? He'd never even thought of black dick. Then came that crazy night of the big snowfall. Someone driving a county plow called in a wrecked Toyota Camry on Ridge Road. Levi had gone with his Uncle Moe to load it up, and afterwards, as they hauled it back into Badger Falls, they'd come upon the plow, just standing still in the snow.
"What the hell?" Levi's uncle muttered. He brought the tow truck to a standstill, and they stared at the sight before them.
Through steamy windows, they saw two men in the cab, a black dude and a guy they later learned to be Brad Ollingers. The dripping steam made it hard to se e exactly what was happening, but it looked like Ollingers' naked legs were in the air, and the black dude—well, they couldn't exactly tell what he was doing.
Soon, the black guy noticed them and trotted out to the tow truck. He told them some bullshit story about Ollingers getting a charlie horse and needing a massage. Uncle Moe had believed him, sort of—Levi could tell he was suspicious—but Levi learned the full story for himself a little later.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Levi couldn't help it. The mere memory of what happened that night made him shove his shorts to his ankles and tear off his shirt. He was a muscular young man, his body made solid from hard work and sports. He kicked off the shorts and wagged his rigid dick playfully in the air, then set back to jacking it as he watched the black man on video.
He'd never known, really, that black men could be so
big
, at least not until the black guy they'd picked up that night had shown him. Already in the cab of the tow truck, the black man, a dude named Jayden, kept touching Levi's thigh and abdomen. He wanted to get away from the guy, but then Uncle Moe had dropped Levi and Jayden at the garage when someone called in yet another wreck.
"Keep an eye on him," Moe had growled in Levi's ear.
Levi barely had a choice.
Once they were alone, the black man did more than touch his thigh and abs. How exactly he ended up naked, Levi could barely remember. He just knew it kept happening, piece by piece of his clothing surrendered to the ebony stud's hands, until he was bare-skinned and shivering in the garage lobby. Jayden's hands and lips were everywhere, and soon Levi was feeling things he'd never felt before. His girlfriend had blown him several times, but not nearly as well as Jayden had, and when Jayden got naked—well. It just did something to Levi.
Staring at the big, black dick, the longest and thickest he'd ever seen—and besides his own, the only one he'd ever seen hard!—he felt a funny, hot itch deep in his groin, a desperate need to—what? To honor that big penis—was that it? Whatever it was, Jayden must have seen it in Levi's eyes, because he soon had both hands on Levi's bare shoulders, and then Levi was on his naked knees, and then—
Levi squeezed his eyes shut and shoved his phone onto the bed. Had he really sucked a dick? A
black
dick?
He had.
With a final gasp, he felt his penis tighten, pulse, and shoot warm cum onto his hands and thighs. Levi sighed with relief and wiggled his toes. He could still see Jayden's dick cumming, shooting rope after rope of cum on Levi's face, neck, chest—
Two raps on Levi's bedroom door made him grab his blanket and pull it over his cummy body, just in time.
"Hey—oh. Hi." His father, Dale, poked his head in the door, and upon finding his son naked under a twisted blanket, frowned. "Ok."
"Dad! What do you want?" Levi growled.
Dale sniffed and frowned more. "Oh, Jesus."
"Dad! Come on! What do you
want?"
Levi pulled the blanket tighter.
Dale pulled a face and rolled his eyes. "Ok, well, yer Uncle Moe called. He's wondering if you're ever coming back to the garage. Which just about made yer mother 'n' me shit our pants. Where you been if not the garage?"
"Yeah, ok. I'm going back tomorrow."
"Going
back
