This is a true story about the first time I sucked a big black cock. It was a few years ago now, I was in my early twenties, right out of college, and still lived at my parents' house. I never told anyone this before, so this is my way of getting it off my chest.
A little background first. As far as everyone was aware I was straight, but for some time I have had a thing for big black dick. I don't know when it first started, but it had been years at this point. I watched interracial porn almost exclusively, and I would fantasize about girls I knew getting railed by giant black dicks like the ones I had seen in videos online.
It might sound clichΓ© or whatever, but these thoughts eventually turned into thoughts of me being the one to get on my knees, open wide, and choke down a giant black dick. I would get so turned on thinking about it but never acted on it up until this point, chalking it up to a taboo fetish or fantasy.
This desire manifested itself when I looked at porn. I always wanted to see the girl getting pleasured by some giant monster dick, and sometimes I was more turned on by watching the guy than the girl. I loved rough sex, cumshots, and, particularly, facials, where I could secretly admire a giant dick and heavy load while telling myself I liked it because she had a pretty face.
It might sound clichΓ©d, but sooner or later my desire to see a big dick fucking a tight pussy led to me watch interracial porn. By the time I went to college, I was basically jerking off to interracial porn exclusively. My favorite was still the facial, but now it was a big black dick cumming all over a pretty white face.
While going to college, I saw black guys pretty much get their pick of the litter with the hot women around campus, what with the football team, basketball team, etc. I had a few girlfriends, and everything was pretty much normal, but you couldn't help but notice that the best looking girls around the school were all with black guys, mostly athletes. And I couldn't help but think of these little while girls getting impaled by big black cocks. I remember in particular trying to talk to this one girl after class, only to get blown off and see her walk off with this jacked black guy that probably played football or something. I saw them dancing at a party that weekend, she was grinding her round ass into his crotch while he ran his hands up and down her. She was wearing this tight skirt. I jerked off that night thinking of him fucking to absolute shit out of her from behind.
There were a bunch of examples of things like this happening in college. I would watch interracial porn and picture these blondes from my classes getting nailed by their big black boyfriends. Over time, my curiosity started to take over, and I found myself more and more thinking about just the big black cocks, and not the white girls they went into. I found myself trying to sneak peeks at the black guys in my classes' crotches to see if they were packing heat. I would think about black cock constantly, even going so far as to picture myself on my knees for one of these massive bbc cumshots I jerked off to so often.
By the time I was a senior, I had more or less accepted my fate. Even though I had a girlfriend at this point, I had posted a bunch of ads on craigslist and maintained a profile on an online gay hookup site. I would post ads about how I was a white guy looking for a hung black male, to suck a big black dick, and got a few hits here and there, but never ended up following through. I always ended up getting nervous and chickening out before meeting up. At one point, I even went into a gay bar that was near the campus with the hope of meeting up with someone, but walked out not too long after I went in.
By the time we graduated college it had become an obsession. I would see black men and picture myself on my knees, pleasuring them. I'd picture myself being forced to suck them as I feigned innocence and disgust. I would think about how long and thick their dicks were, and obsess over BBC interracial porn. My girl and I had sex less and less at this point, but I still considered myself straight, and never actually followed through or did anything despite my growing fixation. We broke up with me shortly before graduation.
The real catalyst for me to act on these fantasies happened the summer after I graduated college. Early in that summer I was rejected by three girls I was trying to date pretty much one right after another. Within the span of a few weeks, each one of them was dating a black guy. After spending more than enough time stalking their Facebook pages, jerking off and feeling sorry for myself, I decided I needed to finally follow through and experience this big black cock for myself.
I knew my parents had a vacation coming up, leaving me home along for two weeks in August. I made a profile on a gay hookup website and posted some personal ads online.
I was torn on this in the weeks leading up to when I actually did it. On the one hand, once I sucked another man's dick, there was really no going back. I didn't want anyone I knew to ever find out about this, if my friends found out I went out of my way to suck a big black dick...
On the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I went online to check my ad and profile at night, my dick would start to get hard in my pants. I felt like it was something I had wanted to do for a long time. Needless to say, if you are reading this, you know what I decided to do.
A few nights after I have the house to myself I work up the courage to arrange a meeting with one of the people I had been chatting with. Working up the courage involved drinking and watching BBC/interracial porn. The guy I was talking with had sent me a picture of himself naked from the neck down. He looked to be in good shape, and certainly fit the big black cock stereotype, to say the least. I remember I kept scrolling back to look at his picture and staring. He asked me for my number.
What I was about to do became very real when he texted me "Hey :)". I remember it took me ten minutes to text him back as I fretted over what I was going to do. I wanted to back out but then I would look at the videos I had on screen, the other people I had been talking to, and his photo. I think it was his picture that finally did me in.
I texted him back and he asked me for my address. I hesitated again. This was my last chance to back out. This was the moment where I had to truly decide if I really wanted to go down on another guy. Did I really want to get on my knees and let a big black man stick his cock down my throat?
I took a long sip off of my beer and texted him my address.