White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (The Stripper)
Curious straight guy strips, ends up really fucked.
If stories about dominant Black men turning straight white men and their families into cocksucking sex slaves offend you, then try reading some other story. If you are looking for loving relationships between men, try the gay romance section; this story isn't it. If you don't like bisexuality, father-son incest, lots of facial cum or the occasional golden shower, this is not the story for you. If degrading sex and over-the-top racial stereotypes offend you, stop reading now. All characters are over 18. This is all pure fantasy, none of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)
White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (The Stripper)
(Some of this is true; most of it is not.)
"What the fuck am I doing?" I thought as a stood completely naked (except for my wedding ring) with my dick embarrassingly fully erect, facing the wall in the shabby, cluttered and musty "office" of the manager of a gay strip bar and movie theater. The wall was covered with posters of "all male cast" movies and random gay porn pictures tacked to the wall. Directly in front of me was a cut-out from a magazine of a naked and bound white man being fucked in his mouth and ass by two burly mostly-dressed Black thugs, apparently acting out a gay rape fantasy. At least I assumed they were acting. I was beginning to have an overpowering urge to flee, but the photo was strangely mesmerizing.
My dick had been hard almost from the moment I'd walked into the gay strip club, more out of curiosity I thought, but now my cock was as hard as it had even been. My shame suddenly became overwhelming, and I glanced toward the door once again contemplating escape, but I saw the bouncer, a very large Black man, had come in. He wasn't exactly blocking the door, but I would definitely have to squeeze past him to get out, plus I had no idea what he had done with my clothes, which also caused me to feel incredibly vulnerable.
Behind me, I knew the manager was sitting in his chair ogling my naked body. The guy was fat and slovenly, and the whole thing seemed like a scene out of a tawdry, low-budget porn film, where the girl was made to strip naked to "audition" for a part for some sleazy producer, only in this case I was playing the part of the girl. I heard the manager unzip his fly, and then order me to "turn back around." I hesitated for a moment, knowing that there was no way I could hide my erection.
When I turned around I'm sure the manager was amused to see the shock on my face. The guy may have been a slob, but his cock was huge. He didn't say a word. He just glanced down at his erect dick and then at me. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he expected me to get down on my knees and suck him.
Again, my mind screamed, "What the fuck am I doing? I'm straight. I'm married to a wonderful, intelligent, sexy and loving woman. I'm a junior officer in the Navy, graduating near the top of my class at the academy. My wife was an admiral's daughter as a matter of fact, who not only had a master's degree, but truly loved to have sex. All I had wanted to do was indulge a strange fantasy of mine to dance naked in front of an audience. When I had entered the strip club, I doubted that I would even go through with it, although I had to admit that the sight of eight naked men dancing at various locations in the bar was a surprising turn on that I hadn't expected. Why the hell would I want to suck this guy's cock? Especially with the Black bouncer watching." All this went through my mind in a flash, as I stared at the large, thick, hard cock pointing at me.
All my instincts were screaming, "Don't do it!" Dozens of reasons not to do it sped through my brain; marriage, career, my parents, my wife's parents. I even remembered my commanding officer saying in front of the wardroom, "Suck one cock, and you're a cocksucker for life!" I'd never sucked a cock before, never even considered it, and never thought his statement would ever apply to me.
I'm sure I was flushed red with embarrassment and shame, standing naked in front of this guy. No way was I going to suck a cock. All I wanted to do was a couple naked dances, to satisfy my curiosity. But there was no denying that my cock wanted this. Why else would I be so hard? I couldn't explain it. I tried to fight the thought that deep down inside I really wanted to suck this guy's cock. It seemed like forever as I mentally debated, like out of Shakespeare, "To suck or not to suck, that is the question?" And then the scene from "Animal House," where the devil and the angel are on the guy's shoulder trying to convince him whether or not to fuck the mayor's daughter. "Suck his cock!" said the devil, "you know you want to." "Don't suck it!" said the angel, "you will regret this the rest of your life."
The manager gave me a look like, "Look asshole, I don't have all day. Suck my cock or get the fuck out."
I got on my knees in front of him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked. I can't explain why I did it, I just did. As soon as I did, thought, "Oh, god, I'm a cocksucker for life." Images of my beautiful wife flashed through my mind, and all of a sudden an extraordinary sense of guilt for being unfaithful, which I had never been before. And then a weird thought, did sucking a guy's dick meet the definition of unfaithful?
Mr. Slob had a pretty powerful aroma, but I was surprised at how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth. I quickly began to suck it with more enthusiasm, trying to copy the blowjobs in the few porn movies I had seen. I felt the guy firmly grip my head as if to make sure that once his cock was in my mouth I wouldn't change my mind. His hand was surprisingly strong. It was clear he wasn't about to let me stop sucking.
As I knelt naked and sucked the manger's cock, I sensed the bouncer walk over and hand something to the manger. He seemed to be reading as I continued sucking, my own cock still as hard as the one in my mouth.
"So, does Eileen know her husband is a cocksucker, Lieutenant D.?" said the manager, as his grip on my head got even tighter.
Fuck! The guy already knew my wife's name, my name, and that I was in the Navy. The bouncer must have handed him things from my wallet. I felt a sense of extreme panic, and I tried to stand up, but the bouncer had anticipated that and shoved me back down before my knees got a couple inches off the floor.
"Nooarghphl," was all I could manage.
"Oh, sorry. Can't talk with your mouth full, eh?" the manager said sarcastically. "Just keep blowing me, cocksucker."
"What would your wife think if she saw you with cock in your mouth?"
I had no idea what she would think, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't go well. She was pretty liberal, especially considering who her father was, and tolerant of lesbians and homosexuals, but I doubt that extended to her own husband. We'd been happily married for three years and still pretty much screwed like rabbits, but she'd shown no indications for anything other than a strictly monogamous relationship.
"And, what would your parents think if they could see you sucking cock?" More feelings of shame and humiliation. My parents were both very conservative. I suspected by mom would be extremely disappointed, but would still love me. I had no doubt that my dad would disown me, since he had nothing but disdain and contempt for "faggots," which is how he invariably referred to gays. The shame of knowing his only son was a cocksucker might well give him a heart-attack.
"You're not too bad a cocksucker. Your parents would be so proud of you. How about your kids? Got any kids?"
I shook my head no while continuing to suck.
