Editor's note: this work contains scenes of incest or incest content as well as scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
White Sucks Black, Blacks Fucks White (Senior Ditch Day) Part 1
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.) All High School students are 18-year old Seniors.
(This story overlaps with White Sucks Black (Teacher) series)
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"Shit!" I thought, as my heart jumped as I heard noises in the kitchen. It was Senior Ditch Day. I had expected to have the house all to myself. The noise could only be my parents returning home unexpectedly, or my sister home from college in a surprise visit, or intruders.
I cursed myself, "Fuck me! For a national honor society student, I was a real dumbass. My immediate problem was that I was in my father's study. Worse, I was completely naked, and all my clothes were in my bedroom, and the only way to get there was through the kitchen. Even worse, I had a raging boner. I wasn't sure which would be worse, for my parents to find me like this or the intruders. Either way it couldn't possibly end well.
I'd ditched school that day because all the other high school seniors did. I was actually a good kid. I was an A student, and excellent distance runner, and I also played first chair trumpet in the band.
I had a mission when I came back home after pretending to go to school, to fool my parents. My parents had recently gone on vacation to the Caribbean, St. Martin, to be precise, and I thought if I could get a hold of the SD card from my dad's camera, there might be some great shots of my mom in a bikini that I could jerk off to. Yes, I'm ashamed to admit that too, but my mom was really hot. She was in fact a PhD. in astrophysics, which did in fact make her an actual rocket scientist. She was also a fitness fanatic, and even though she was 44, she still had an incredible body, and a jumbo-sized pair of hooters that even she referred to as "the warheads." Despite being a true brainiac, my mom nevertheless liked to wear rather skimpy bikinis around our pool and even to the beach, and it was all I could do to keep my dick from busting out of my pants.
The reason my dick was so hard was because I'd hit the jackpot with the photos. There weren't any photos of my mom in a bikini because they had gone to Orient Beach, which was a nude beach, and there were a bunch of pictures of my mom naked on the beach. I damn near shot my load on the first picture, I mean on viewing the picture, not actually on the picture. And then I saw one that caused my dick to get extremely excited, for reasons I didn't understand at the time. In the photo my mom was on a boat completely full-frontal naked, big tits, trimmed bush and all, standing between two fully dressed Black men, who were apparently the crew on a "nude cruise." It looked like at least one of the Black guys had his hand on my mother's ass.
The next picture was even more startling. It was of both my mother and father naked between the two Black men. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that my dad had a boner. I hadn't seen my dad's dick in recent memory, let alone hard. It was pretty hefty, and I knew then that I took after him. I'd seen plenty of naked guys in the shower at school, always being careful never to stare at someone's junk lest I be labeled a "queer," but never one on such display as my dad's was in that photo. I also wondered, who the hell took the photo?
My dad was the local criminal prosecutor. He'd sent more than a few criminals, most of them Black, to jail. I was surprised that someone in his position would have gone to a nude beach and been photographed in the nude with two Black men, both of them big and muscular, and a very dark shade of Caribbean black. What if the Black gangs and thugs in this city got hold of them?
It was right then that I was startled by the unexpected noise from the kitchen, interrupting what had been the hottest photos I'd ever seen, even better than the occasional playmate photos I'd had opportunity to see. I was both frightened and pissed off that someone had come in the house, just when things were getting real interesting. Since I had no way out, I basically cowered naked in the corner, hoping like hell that no one came into the study and found me.
At first I could only tell there were voices coming from the kitchen. I couldn't make out what was being said, but at first it sounded like a drill sergeant or something was barking commands. Then it went quiet, until it sounded like someone choking on something. The noise was really strange, and I wanted to stay hidden, but what if it was one of my parents choking on something? If I didn't do something, how could I live with myself?
So I mustered my courage, crawled naked down the hallway, and took a quick peek around the corner into the kitchen. What I saw will be seared into my brain for the rest of my life, a sight that I will never be able to un-see. It was a sight that turned my world upside down and would change my life ever after. There was a naked white man on his knees with a big black cock in his mouth! For a moment my brain refused to process what was obvious; my dad was sucking a Black man's dick, or more accurately this huge Black man (his body and his dick) was fucking my dad's face.
The Black man, who I recognized as the football coach from our school, Coach Jefferson, was repeatedly thrusting his cock as far down my dad's throat as it would go. In just the brief instant that I peeked, I could plainly see the massive head of the huge dick sliding up and down my dad's throat, while his massive black balls slapped my dad's chin with such force I thought it could easily dislocate his jaw. In fact, I couldn't believe how anyone could get a dick that big into his mouth and down their throat. But Coach Jefferson was slamming his cock into my dad's mouth like a pile driver, showing my naked dad absolutely no mercy.
After a quick glimpse of my father being face-fucked, I ducked back behind the wall wondering what the hell I should do. Was my dad a willing participant in this? I loved and respected my dad so much that my brain had a hard time grappling with that idea. My dad had always indicated we should be tolerant of gay people, but I never in a million years would have expected to see him with a cock in his mouth, let alone a big black one, and from a Black man that I knew and saw almost every day.
Therefore, I quickly jumped to the conclusion that my dad was being raped by Coach Jefferson, as little sense as that made. As a prosecutor my dad had heard more than a few off-color and crude jokes about how he sent men away to be raped in prison. Come to think of it though, those jokes always seemed to refer to white men being raped by Black men, usually named, "Bubba." Once I'd made such a reference in front of my dad, which resulted in a stern lecture about racial sterotyping and prejudice. I knew my dad was very liberal, but willingly sucking a Black man's cock had to be beyond the pale I would have thought.
All these thoughts happened in an instant as it seemed that time stood still as I grappled with the implication that my dad was being orally raped just around the corner, in our own kitchen. I was in mental anguish. If my dad was being raped then I had an obligation to intervene, even if I was naked. But Coach Jefferson was a big powerful man, who had the physical strength to put my dad on his knees (and my dad was quite physically fit too, as my mom had insisted on it.) If so, he certainly had the strength to take me on too.
I felt a wave of nausea come over me, that was part fear and part the realization that I could easily wind up in the same position as my dad, on my knees with a huge black cock down my throat. Then what help would I be? I considered that being a "witness for the prosecution" was a more logical course than being another rape victim.
But what probably sealed my decision for inaction was that the sight of Coach Jefferson face-fucking (or raping) my dad, had caused my own dick to spring back to full hardness, as hard as could ever remember it, and it was now definitely stuck in the "on" position. My dick had actually started to go soft while I was crawling down the hallway, so it wasn't hard because I was thinking of the pictures of my mom naked. It was hard because I'd seen my dad naked on his knees with a big black dick thrusting into his mouth. The man I respected more than any in all the world was down on his knees in front of a Black man, possibly unwillingly, and that caused my dick to get hard? What the fuck was wrong with me? If I did try to take Coach Jefferson, how could I explain to my dad later why I was naked, and why I was obviously hard? Yes, staying put was the right action I thought.
