Black Cock: 1 Day Changes Everything

Summary: Straight married man can't resist black teen's huge cock.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to goamz86 and to making one of his fantasies as real as possible.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story.

Note 3: Although this story is mostly a GAY interracial story, it is really a much deeper story about one man's lengthy journey of sexual self-discovery. Besides being about a man becoming a cocksucker, it's also about the changing relationship in the bedroom with his lovely wife.

Black Cock: 1 Day Changes Everything

1. THE ACCIDENTAL MOMENT THAT STARTS EVERYTHING

I called it my midlife crisis.

My wife called it her sexual liberation.

My Master called it my destiny.

Regardless of how you labelled it, in the end I became a cocksucker, a bottom and eventually a cuckold.

Now I've read tons of stories on this website about supposedly straight men who see a cock and boom they are no longer straight.

That is not me.

I had never sucked a cock, never been a bottom and never allowed another man to fuck my wife of 20 years.

That didn't mean I hadn't fantasized about it...a lot. It had become somewhat of an obsession, in fact. Yet, fantasy and reality are two very different things.

And in all reality, I can blame author Silkstockingslover for a curiosity that started as a flicker of a spark, but had been growing inside me until it became a fiery inferno that I could barely keep under control.

I really enjoy her stories both because she writes so vividly and because she has a lot of the same fetishes as me.

I mean, who doesn't like a woman in silk stockings?

Her other themes of older women being seduced and turned into submissive pets to eighteen year olds, interracial sex, orgies and anal are all dirty kinks of mine.

So after a few email chats a couple of years ago, I offered to assist by editing her stories. To be truthful I did it mostly to get an early peek at her stories, but I also enjoy editing.

Anyways, I had read her whole extensive, diverse collection, except her she-male and gay stories. I was straight and wasn't remotely interested in reading about faggots or chicks with dicks.

Then I read 'Shemale School' after she suggested that it gave a lot of insight into who she really was as well as her writing process.

Being an erotic writer myself (writing under the pseudonym goamz86), I was curious and I reluctantly promised her I'd read it, although I told myself it was for research.

Well, that promise was the beginning of my journey from straight married guy to cocksucker and bottom to an eighteen year old black man.

As I got immersed in the beautiful, realistic world of an exclusive she-male school, I felt my cock harden. At first I denied it was the she-males but rather the idea of my favourite author becoming a submissive slut for cock...a fantasy I had long envisioned for myself after reading her stories, checking out her brief bio and the sexy picture of her legs in nylons.

Yet, as I read the many hot sex scenes starring she-males with big cocks I began to wonder what it would be like to be with a she-male: at first, I imagined fucking one from behind in her ass, but over time I had dreams of being forced to suck a she-male's cock, just like Jasmine had in the story. It seemed less gay since these cocks were attached to guys made up to look like chicks...and they had tits.

I should note that I have a bit of a small cock inferiority complex. My cock is five inches hard and very thin. My wife had never complained, but I couldn't get her off by fucking her, but only by eating her out or using toys. She stressed, for years, that it had nothing to do with the size of my cock, but was simply the way she got off.

Of course, I often wondered if she was lying to protect my fragile manhood.

So, when Jasmine sent me a gay story to edit, 'Straight Cocksucker'. I figured no big deal. Usually her stories turn me on and lead to a jerk off session, a blow job from my wife who still loves giving head after all these years, or even a fuck. So I figured I would just edit it for the sake of editing.

As with her shemale story, I felt my cock rising the more I read, beginning to imagine that the straight protagonist was somehow me. Like the protagonist, I hadn't considered sex with another man, yet the scenario, so simple, so day-to-day, and the vivid description of the black cock had me intrigued.

I mean I didn't immediately become obsessed with sucking cock or being a bottom with one read, but over time I read all her gay stories as well, each one making me more and more curious.

I then read other gay stories, and became even more enthralled by interracial gay stories and inevitably began looking up pictures of black cocks.

I couldn't explain it, still can't, but somehow a black cock is beautiful to look at. They are almost majestic, especially long, thick ones (which are plentiful).

This, of course, led to watching gay porn, although most of it is terribly done. At least some lesbian or straight porn has some semblance of a story, but apparently gay porn is suck and fuck...and that didn't turn me on. So I returned to reading gay erotica.

What turned me on the most was the mindset of a straight man. Usually, a simple moment triggers a curiosity (walking in on a gay act, for example), and once the spark is lit, the flame is bound to grow and grow until it consumes your very being.

The slow, yet growing undeniable desire to fall to your knees, to ignore socially excepted norms and take a cock in your mouth...especially a black cock...and eventually shift from cocksucker to faggot when you allow your back door to be drilled. In my mind, once the door is open it's like the apple and Eve, it can't be taken back, it can only be resisted...but only for so long.

So with all these thoughts in my head, a year passed by with my curiosity only growing and growing.

Then my accidental moment occurred, and like in the fictional stories, the flame was ignited like a prairie fire.

It was late in the Pop Warner football conference championship game and we were down by four (I coach middle school football), we had the ball with fifteen seconds left at their five yard line. I was already livid with the official, a friend of mine, Andy, who had always been very good and impartial. Yet today, a few questionable and a couple outright ridiculous calls had kept our arch enemy, the Cougars, in a game that we should have been winning by a couple TD's.

Then he did it again.

We scored a touchdown on a screen pass and after it was caught, after the other official raised his arms for a touchdown, he threw another flag. I couldn't fathom what the call could be.

He then called holding on us on a number that didn't exist on our team.

I was furious.

On the following play, we were intercepted in the end zone and the game was over.

Although I'm usually a very calm person, I immediately went to him on the field and went ballistic.

Although he said nothing, there was something in his eyes that implied he was sorry.

I finished my rant, shook hands with the other coach and then dealt with the local media. Thankfully, the winning coach went first and actually admitted, "We were the beneficiary of some questionable calls."

That only made me angrier at Andy, although it calmed me down slightly for my time with the media. Once done, I went to the locker room to console a group of young men who had won the game in theory, but not in the box score.

After a ten minute speech, and seeing almost every boy in tears, I decided I needed I find out why.

I left the boys, and walked to the official's room to have a discussion with Andy, an official, like I said earlier, who I thought was the best in the league.

Reaching the official's room, which was on the other side of the field, I found it locked. I sighed, 'He likely got the hell out of Dodge as quickly as he could.'

I grabbed my key. I sometimes officiated as well, and opened the door just in case. I walked in, closed the door, walked around the corner and froze.

Andy, still in his official's uniform with his pants at his ankles, was bent over getting fucked by a black guy who barely looked eighteen.

He didn't see me, because his eyes were closed, but the black teen was smiling at me as he continued fucking Andy.

Andy whimpered, "Oh Godddddd."

The black teenager asked, "Was making all those bad calls worth it?"

"God, yes," Andy moaned, grabbing the bench for support as he got fucked hard.

Although I was in shock and I now knew for sure that we were cheated in the game, the first thought in my head was 'how big is that cock going in and out of Andy's poor stretched ass?'

I watched, somehow paralyzed, as the teen kept pounding away. "Who owns your ass, faggot?"

"You doooo," Andy groaned.

Andy was married to a beautiful woman, had four kids and was an all-around man's man. Yet, there he was eagerly taking a cock up his ass from a teenager.

"And are you enjoying your gift for throwing the game today?" the teenager questioned, smiling smugly at me.

"Soooo much," he groaned, as I watched him shoot his cum all over himself and the floor from getting ass fucked.

"Did my faggot just come from getting his cunt drilled?" He asked, again smiling at me, with a confidence that was unnerving.

"Yessss," Andy groaned, suddenly opening his eyes and realizing I had just witnessed not only his sexual domination, but his declaration of throwing the game.

His mouth dropped open, his already red face somehow went redder...but this time out of humiliation instead of pleasure.

The black teen pulled out of Andy, moved enough so I could see his massive hard black cock as he asked, "So are you a white cocksucker too?"

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, unable to take my eyes off the huge black dick which almost looked like a third leg.

"Or are you already a complete faggot like Andy here?" He continued, slapping Andy's ass.

I couldn't talk as I was so enamoured by his massive cock, Silkstockingslover's theory that every straight guy could become a cocksucker popping into my head.

A million questions raced through my head:

Why couldn't I turn around and walk out?

How did Andy end up in this compromising situation?

Why couldn't I take my eyes of his glorious cock?

Did I just describe his cock as 'glorious'?

Why was my mouth watering?

Were all Silkstockingslover's stories true?

Where all black cocks that long, thick and delicious looking?

Damn it! Why did I call his cock delicious?

Damn it! Why couldn't I break my stare?

Damn it! What did he just say?

"Oh delicious, you're a cocksucker who doesn't know it yet," he assessed, beginning to walk over to me.

I finally broke eye contact, turned to Andy, and said, trying to act as if I wasn't overwhelmed with the situation, returning to my original anger, "You purposely made bad calls so we would lose and you could get ass fucked?"

Andy went to speak, but the black teen spoke instead, "Well, it was obvious that your team was better than my little brother's team, so I offered a very generous trade: a few blown calls for a good hard ass fuck. Isn't that right, Angela?"

Andy winced at the female name, yet nodded, not looking up, "Yes."

"He really had no choice," the teen continued.

"He had no choice?" I scoffed, looking at the teen and using every ounce of willpower I had to not look down.

"Once you get a look at the chocolate, you want a taste of the chocolate, once you have a taste of the chocolate you want the full meal deal and once you have had chocolate you crave it, don't you Angela?"

"Yes," Andy again whispered, clearly ashamed.

"And even though you know you shouldn't, you know it's bad for you and you know you will regret it, you can't resist the temptation. Like I said, he had no choice," he finished. He then added, "Just like you have no choice."

It's like walking a tight rope and they tell you to not look down...what do you do? You look down.

And I knew I was indeed walking a tight rope myself. My growing curiosity over the past year had consumed me, had become what I jerked off about and even filled my dreams...but fantasy is just that...fantasy.

I knew I had to stay on the tight rope, even though a growing desire was definitely building inside me and I was undeniably rock hard...even as I looked down at his still very hard cock.

"This is ridiculous," I responded, after staring at his dick for a couple of seconds, "I'm going to the commissioner."

"Or," he countered, walking to me and putting his hands on my shoulders, "You can finish what your buddy started."

I'd like to say I turned around and walked out.

I'd like to say I punched the cocky teen in the face and walked out.

I'd like to say I at least protested the suggestion I was given.

Yet....

I can't say any of those things.

As his strong hands firmly guided me to my knees, my eyes again locked on his big black juicy cock.

The closer it was to me, the more my mouth involuntarily watered.

The closer it got to me, the more I wanted to taste it.

The closer it got to me, the more I knew I was about to cross the line between fiction and reality.

On my knees, his black missile literally staring at me, he asked, "Do you want to suck it?"

Again I wished I could say I didn't say yes, but that would be a lie.

Instead, my eyes never leaving the majestic sight of his thick dick, I answered, feeling my own cheeks burn red, just like Andy's had, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" He asked, slowly stroking his cock.

Feeling like I was one of Silkstockingslover's characters and feeling the scenario and the dialogue were eerily like many of her stories, I answered like her characters would, "Yes, I want to suck your dick."

He tapped my lips and I instantly opened as if trained to be a cocksucker.

When he didn't shove his prick in my mouth I was disappointed as instead he ordered, "Good cocksuckers convince me they really want my cock."

He moved to Andy, who was watching my submission with the same shock and awe as I had his, and ordered, "Beg for my cock cocksucker."

Andy instantly resumed being a cocksucking bitch as he begged, "Oh please shove that thick black missile in my white cocksucking mouth and fuck my face in front of my good friend."

The teen shoved his cock back into Andy's mouth and explained, looking at me, "You see, wannabe cocksucker, I only allow my cock to be serviced my eager, hungry, submissive, worshipping white cocksuckers who really convince me they crave it, must have it, even though they have a wife and kids at home who they should probably be with at the moment."

'Fuck! My wife,' I thought to myself. She was at the stadium somewhere waiting for me. As if on cue, my phone rang.

My eyes went wide as he asked, "Is that her calling now?"

I pulled out my phone and saw it was indeed her.

He said, "Answer it, I won't say a word."

Somehow believing him, even as he pumped his dick in Andy's mouth, I clicked answer.

"Hi, honey," I greeted, my voice breaking.

"Where are you?" She asked, not nagging, just wondering.

"Having a face to face with Andy about his officiating," I answered, watching the black cock play hide and seek in Andy's mouth.

The teen laughed at my word choice as I shook my head at the innuendo I had accidentally just said.

"Don't kill him," she warned, knowing my temper.

I replied, still on my knees, intensely watching the black cock moving in and out of Andy's mouth, "It's very tempting."

Again as soon as I said it I realized the sexual innuendo that the black teen would catch even though my wife wouldn't have a clue.

"Are you almost done?" She asked.

Suddenly, the teen pulled his cock out of Andy's mouth, turned his cock towards me and coated my shocked face with cum.

I stammered, even as my face continued to be hit with his warm goo, "I-I-I think we are."

"I'll be in the car," she said.

"Okay," I replied, still in shock at what had just happened.

"Love you," she said sweetly.

"Love you too," I said, feeling incredibly guilty for what I had almost done.

Strangely, by getting a facial from this teenager, I had avoided a much bigger mistake. I hadn't sucked cock.

Hanging up, I realized my phone also had cum on it.

"Next time you can swallow it all," he said.

Standing up, I firmly said, "There won't be a next time."

He nodded with a smirk, "If you say so."

I went to the washroom and looked at my face in the mirror. There was cum all over my face and even in my hair.

I quickly cleaned my face, realizing that cum was hard to wash off completely and wondering if my wife found it equally inconvenient.

My wife.

Fuck.

I finished cleaning up, returned to the scene of the crime to see the teen was again fucking Andy.

Two thoughts immediately formed:

1. How the hell did he stay hard?

2. What would it feel like to take a cock in the ass?

Andy moaned, as the teen slammed into him hard, "I'm so sorrrrry Greg."

"Fuck you, Andy," I snapped, even more furious now because of the consequences his actions had not only on my team, but to me, trying to hide the submissive thoughts forming in my head.

"Do you want to fuck him, coach cocksucker? His ass is super tight," the teen asked, the question meant to push me further.

Knowing I had to get out of there ASAP, I quickly walked out and heard him yell, "It's only a matter of time, Coach Cocksucker, I can see the hunger in your eyes."

Once out, I shook my head. What the fuck just happened?

I went to the car, got inside and guilt washed through me as I looked at my wife.

She said, "Sorry you lost."

"We didn't lose, Andy fucked us over," I replied, as an image of Andy bent over getting ass fucked popped into my head.

"He's still alive?" She asked, only partially kidding and trying to lighten the mood.

"He got a good reaming," I replied, not sure why I wasn't able to respond without sexual innuendo...even if she was completely oblivious.

"Well, he should have gotten a good reaming. Even I could tell some of his calls were terrible," she said, supporting me like she always does.

Unable to help myself, I replied, "It was given to him from top to bottom."

She gave me a strange look, but didn't say anything as I started driving home.

2. HATE FUCK: THE PERFECT WIFE

That night, in the bedroom, I took out my sexual frustration out on my wife who had, thank the Lord, never lost her sex drive.

Actually Marcia, pronounced Marci-a, not Marsha (she hates being called Marsha), was a strange oxymoron. Although quiet and reserved in all other aspects of her life, she was loud and wild in the bedroom...once I got her motor running.

Keeping with the strange oxymoron that was my wife, she also never, ever initiated sex, but also almost never (maybe a dozen times in our marriage) rejected it once I initiated.

Also, even though she is perceived to be the sweetest woman around, which she is, she is game for almost anything sexually.

She has always loved giving head, the only woman I had ever dated who did...thus I married her.

She loves the taste of cum; she seemed disappointed when she told me the taste of my cum had changed after my vasectomy. There will be days while I'm watching television, working on the car, or doing some menial task and I snap my fingers, point to my crotch, and she will immediately drop to her knees, suck me off, swallow my load and then leave.

Also, for a woman of such gentle demeanour, she likes her sex a little rough. She loves getting her ass smacked, loves having her nipples pinched, and I mean hard, and even loves it when I'm holding her head to the mattress with her ass in the air.
She is also very submissive in the bedroom, allowing me to take complete control. She has very few limits and is willing to do almost anything I suggest.

I can only imagine the look on our neighbours' faces if they knew she routinely took it in the ass. Although I don't fuck her ass often, when I do she loves it and begs for me to pound the shit out of her.

My cock, unfortunately, as already mentioned, is only five inches and very thin, so we often use a black eight inch vibrating dildo to finish her off.

That said, she worships my cock as if it was a ten inch snake like in the porn movies we occasionally watch.

Her favourite way to get off, besides the vibrating dildo (not that she says it in words that she loves the dildo orgasms the most, but her orgasms speak volumes), is doggy style when I make her fuck herself by rocking back and forth and then finish her off by going down on her.

I should also note that, unlike most women in porn or literature erotica, she is a normal looking woman.

Marcia is 45, 5'4" and a hundred and seventy pounds. In today's society she is considered overweight, yet that is not how I see her. To me, she is the sexiest woman I know.

She has a great wide ass, hips that I can hold on to, amazing legs (that look even better in nylons) and her best asset, her 42 DD tits. I will do almost anything to see them in one of her sexy silky bras.

She is pretty, with brown hair that she dyes with a hint of red, big blue eyes, thin lips and the complexion of a redhead (her mom was a redhead), with some freckles and light coloured skin.

Not surprisingly, I love fucking her tits, especially after I lube them up with lots of baby oil.

In the end, there is nothing hotter to me than seeing my sweet wife transform into a cock hungry slut. I love hearing her beg for it, often making her beg to suck my cock, fuck her or even to get her back door reamed.

Sometimes I even make her thank me for coming in her; although the one thing I hadn't done was give her a facial...ironically, I took one before her.

I truly have the best woman ever. Besides being an insatiable submissive cum craving slut, she is also a supportive wife, a great cook and has a wicked sense of humour.

Anyways, back to the story....

That night, I initiated sex by coming to bed naked and shoving my cock in her mouth while she read.

I fucked her face briefly, like the unnamed teen had done to Andy, before pulling out and ordering, "On all fours."

"Does my hubby need to get rid of some stress?" She smiled, knowing me well.

"I need to really pound away my frustration," I admitted, although ironically it wasn't about the game as she assumed, but the crazy situation which followed it.

She always wore nighties, which were incredibly convenient. She rolled over, and got on her knees.

I pulled the sheets off to see she wasn't wearing any panties.

"I figured you may need a little release," she smiled, looking back at me.

"You know me so well," I nodded, moving behind her.

"Now hate fuck me," she ordered. This was rare.

1. She was almost never the first one to talk dirty. She only swore in the heat of the moment, unlike myself who thought 'fuck' could be used in almost every sentence (not swearing when coaching younger children was always a challenge).

2. The hate fuck concept had only happened a couple of times...although they were also after sporting losses.

"You want it rough tonight?" I asked, squeezing both her ass cheeks.

"Pound me like you wish you could have pounded Andy," she answered.

I froze, instantly recalling Andy indeed getting pounded. I stammered, "W-w-what?"

"I imagine you wanted to pound his face in," she explained, looking slightly confused by my reaction, "so fuck me like you wish you could've pounded him."

"Oh, of course," I laughed.

"What did you think I meant?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing," I shrugged, before explaining, "My head is a bit in the clouds."

"Well get your other head in me," she demanded.

"You want to be treated like a slut tonight, don't you?" I questioned, spanking her ass.

"I want to beeeee," she began, before I slapped her. "Your fuck-therapy."

"That rhymed," I laughed, as I slid my cock inside her.

"Yessssss," she moaned, "fuck me hard, baby."

As I fucked her, my mind went back to the afternoon. To Andy getting ass fucked; to Andy sucking that big black dick; to that big black cock itself; to me dropping to my knees and almost sucking that big black rod; to the shocking reality that I took a face full of cum. To Andy taking that big black pecker back up his ass; to the final reality I can't get that fucking big black snake out of my head.

To prove my manhood, I began pounding her as hard as I could while talking dirty to her.

"You love my cock, don't you, slut?" I asked, while again slapping her ass.

"God, yes, your big cock fills me soooooo full," she responded. I love that she always says I have a big cock. I then wondered what she would think of the black teen's fuck stick. It was twice my length and at least twice my girth (it was buy one dick, get a second free).

Would it all fit in her cunt?

Could she take it all in her mouth like she could so easily take mine?

What would that big black cock look like pumping in and out of her pretty mouth and those amazing cocksucking lips?

And her ass, that massive black snake would tear her ass apart.

Fuck, why was I thinking of him using my wife? I shook my head and decided I needed to focus on the task at hand.

I pulled out and asked, "Does my little bitch need a cock in her ass?"

"Yes, baaaaby, it's been so long since you hammered my ass with your drill," she sultrily responded, always talking so fucking hot.

We always used lube for anal, but wanting to stake my claim to my wife's body, to my manhood, I pushed my cock immediately into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuck," she whimpered in surprise, as I penetrated her dry ass. To my own surprise, although it was to be expected with no lube, her ass had never been so fucking tight.

"Beg, ass slut," I ordered, hoping she wasn't angry or hurting from my dry entry.

"You magnificent bastarrrrrrd," she responded, "You're such a naughty fucker."

As my cock was buried all in, I pointed out, "That's not begging. Now beg like the fucking dirty ass whore you are."

Wiggling her fine ass at me, she looked back, sultry as hell, and moaned, "Please, fuck my ass baby, pound me hard, and drill my back door with your thunder stick."

Although super tight without the lube, I began slowly fucking her.

She instantly moaned, "That's it baby, fuck my tight asshole."

"So fucking tight," I groaned.

"Well, you make it so fucking full," she groaned back, before adding, "your big dick is all my ass could ever take."

Somehow her words of flattery and encouragement instantly made the teen's 'double the size' cock pop back into my head.

'Fuck', I again thought to myself. Why can't I get it out of my head? The beautiful black shaft, the thick inviting mushroom top, and his completely shaved balls. I felt my mouth again water.

"Harder, baby, fuck my ass harder," she demanded. "Don't make love to my ass, baby; take out your frustration at Andy on it."

Andy mentioned, I immediately saw him with his mouth full of that glorious black dick. I saw his head eagerly bobbing back and forth on it. I saw him bent over getting ass fucked and moaning like a bitch in heat.

I obliged my wife's request as I began really fucking her hard, my whole body slamming into her with each forward thrust.

"Oh yes, that's it, ream my ass, baby, pound the shit out of me," she said, continuing to talk dirty to me.

"Who's my slut?" I grunted, knowing I was close.

"I'm your slut, your whore, your three hole cum bucket," she declared, knowing such nasty declarations always got me to erupt.

"Yessssss," I groaned, immediately exploding my load inside her ass.

"Yes, baby, fill my ass with your cuuuuuuum," she responded, as she felt me coat her ass walls.

Once completely spent, I pulled out, crawled underneath her legs and began licking her pussy, something I had never done before in this position.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, "that's new."

I continued licking, suddenly wanting to be in a submissive position. I lapped hungrily wanting to get her off, wanting to please my wife.

"That's so goooood, baby," she moaned.

As I licked, I felt something drip onto my chest, and realized it was my cum leaking out her ass.

I don't know why, actually let's be honest, I know exactly why, but I immediately wanted to taste my own cum.

I crawled out from under her and buried my face in her gaping asshole.

"Where are you goiiiiing?" She began to ask, before I began probing her asshole with my tongue. This wasn't new, I loved eating her asshole, but it had always been for play before I fucked it...doing it after fucking it was definitely new.

"Oh my, you dirty boy," she moaned, "that feels so good."

As I tasted the mixture of her asshole and my cum, I felt a rush of satisfaction course through me. My cum was slightly salty but overall rather nondescript.

"Oh you dirty boy," she purred, "yes, lick my asshole."

I darted my tongue inside her hole, hungrily attempting to retrieve my own cum, my mind wishing I could have swallowed that big black load instead of taking it on my face.

"God, baby, you got me so horny, I need to come. Go get big blackie,"'she pleaded. Big blackie was the name of her vibrating dildo.

I quickly got off the bed, grabbed it out of the night stand, and moved back to her.

To my surprise, taking the initiative, something she usually only did when excessively drunk, she ordered, "Now shove blackie in my cunt while you eat my ass and retrieve all your cum."

I immediately obeyed, turning the vibe on high and shoving it deep inside her cunt.

"Now eat my fucking asshole," she demanded.

I buried my face between her ass cheeks and begin probing her asshole while simultaneously fucking her cunt furiously with the black plastic dick.

"Keep eating my asshole, fuck it with that tongue," she ordered, as her breathing got heavy and her moans got louder.

A few seconds later she asked a question she had never asked before, "Do you like eating my asshole?"

"Yes," I responded, even as my tongue darted in her rosebud.

"And did you enjoy eating your cum from my asshole?" She questioned, clearly getting turned on by the idea of me doing something so taboo.

"Yes," I admitted, shame and exuberance colliding with each other inside me.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck my cunt, don't stop, fuck, fuck, I'm going to, to, to, fuuuuuuuuuck,"'she babbled incoherently, like she always did when she came, as if her brain shuts off completely and her body takes control.

I kept up the double pleasing throughout her orgasm until she pushed my hands away. "No more," she weakly said, as she rolled onto her back, her legs spread open and the toy still vibrating inside her.

"They say a picture is worth a thousand words," I smiled, looking at my exhausted, still trembling wife.

"Then I want one of you eating my ass," she quipped back, as she pulled out the dildo and ordered, surprising me once again, "Suck off my juices."

Being the man I should have said no; in the bedroom there was a clear hierarchy: I was in charge and she was the submissive. Yet, finally offered the black cock I was denied earlier today, I took the black fake cock and put it in my mouth.

"That's so hot," she purred.

I wanted her to call me a cocksucker, I wanted to be degraded, which only confused me more as I bobbed awkwardly on the plastic, still vibrating, cock.

"You look so hot with that in your mouth," she said, watching me with a look of surprised awe.

I asked, "You like watching your husband suck black cock?" I was talking about a real black cock, one I almost did suck, but she was talking about the plastic one.

"Is it bad it's turning me on?" She asked, rubbing her clit while watching me.

"It's a little weird," I responded, feeling strange not being in control like I usually was.

"So was you licking my asshole after dumping your load in it," she pointed out, a different side of her coming out.

"I didn't even think about it, I just did it," I lied, definitely not telling her the real reason.

"Suck that cock for me," she moaned, as she began rubbing herself faster.

I obliged, imagining it was the big black teen's cock and that Marcia was enjoying watching me do it.

As I sucked it, not even getting half in my mouth, she instructed, "Focus on getting more in baby, suck all that big cock."

Wanting to please her, and the imaginary him, I focused completely on the plastic cock in my mouth. I didn't think there was any way to get it all in, but I was going to try.

After a moment, she suggested, after noticing me struggling a bit, "Focus on breathing through your nose."

I nodded as I tried to focus on both sucking the cock and breathing properly, amused that my wife was giving me tips on sucking cock. Once I got in a rhythm, I began taking more and more in my mouth.

"Take it all, baaaaaaby," she moaned, clearly getting turned on watching me.

I kept bobbing; I kept ever so slowly taking more in my mouth, gagging only a few times.

The longer I sucked, the easier it got, although it was weird to have my mouth open wide like that for so long.

"Oh God baby, you almost got it all," she moaned, "take it allllll."

Going for broke, I shoved it all in my mouth and instantly gagged, beginning to choke.

I took it out of my mouth, my eyes watering. She laughed and said, "Shove it back in my cunt."

I looked down, saw her frantically fingering herself and quickly moved between her legs and shoved it back in her very wet pussy.

"Shove it all in, baby, fuck me with that massive dick," she demanded, moving her hand to her clit and resuming frantically rubbing it.

I again obliged, easily filling her cunt with the long thick dick. Suddenly a revelation over twenty years in the making hit me. She wished my cock was bigger.

I mean the signs were all there:

1. She never got off from me fucking her

2. She always got off when the eight inch dildo filled her.

3. She always got me off first and then had me finish her off with the toy.

She was too sweet and sensitive to break my ego and say such a thing, though.

"Harder, slam it in me harder," she demanded, wanting it rough, wanting all eight inches in her.

I realized I was going rather slow as I considered my new revelation.

Getting frustrated, she demanded, "Don't make love to me, fuck me like a slut."

When I didn't respond immediately, she grabbed the toy and began fucking herself.

She closed her eyes and furiously plunged the eight inch toy in and out of her.

She had never done this before and it was both hot and insulting as I realized yet again I wasn't big enough to truly satisfy her.

In less than a minute her second orgasm hit her as her legs tightened and she screamed, "Yesssss."

I watched, feeling inadequate as she gave herself the orgasm I could never do in such a way. I could never fuck her into a frenzy of undeniable lust with just my dick.

When she finally opened her eyes and saw me, her face instantly went from red with lust to white with embarrassment. She stammered, "S-s-sorry, honey, I don't know what came over me."

"Twice," 'I joked, quickly trying to hide my own inferiority issues and make her feel good.

"That's very rare," she said, clearly completely spent.

"As is me sucking cock for you," I quipped.

"I have no idea why that turned me on," she said, her juices leaking out of her still pulsating cunt.

"You probably just have always fantasized about me sucking a big black cock," I joked, smiling playfully...even as I slyly tested the waters.

She laughed, playing along, "Yes, my biggest fantasy is watching you suck cock."

"Black cock," I pointed out.

"Of course," she nodded, "no way I let my sexy man suck just any cock. It would have to be black and it would have to be huge."

"Well, that just goes without saying," I laughed, before going to take a piss.

We both got ready for bed and nothing else was said about the strangeness of the past half hour.

My phone buzzed a couple of times, implying I had text messages but I didn't check them, deciding instead to go to bed.

3. ANDY'S WARNING

Next day was Sunday, and I slept in before lazily getting out of bed.

Seeing my phone flashing, I went to check my messages. I had four texts. As I clicked on the last of four messages it read:

Did you enjoy the gift I sent you?

Curious, I clicked on the other one from a number I didn't know and gasped. It was a picture of a black cock. My dick instantly grew as I read the message:

In case you are already going through withdrawal.

I stared at the cock from yesterday afternoon; the images flashing back through me.

I wondered how he got my cell number and instantly knew it had to be Andy.

The other two texts were from friends and I quickly responded generically to them before pondering what to do next.

No way could I respond to the texts; that would simply encourage him and give digital evidence of what almost happened.

Yet, I had to deal with it as I couldn't have him texting me and have my wife see the texts.

I texted Andy:

We need to talk.

I had breakfast and showered while waiting for a response. When none came, I spent the afternoon trying to do some billing of jobs finished.

Unfortunately, after a few invoices, I ended up on Literotica where I reread all of silkstockingslover's gay stories.

Then I wrote her telling her of my strange near submission.

While I waited for her to reply, sometimes she was quick, other times she took days, I read the gay stories of John Hamilton that were one of her favourites and her original inspiration for beginning to write gay stories.

The more I read, the more I felt intrigued by the concept of sucking a cock. It had become a growing obsession the past few months and now that I had had a near suck experience, my curiosity only grew.

Yet, the teen didn't text me at all Sunday.

I should have deleted the picture of his hard cock and yet, instead, about every fifteen minutes I would look at it...each time recalling the previous day's events.

Andy called me just before dinner and suggested we meet for a beer and discuss what happened. I agreed deciding I needed to know how he ended up in this situation of his.

Once I got to the bar, I found Andy seated in a secluded spot near the back.

As soon as I sat down, he said, "I'm so sorry, Greg."

"For what?" I asked with a snarl. "For cheating in a championship game for children or for getting caught getting ass fucked?"

"Both," he admitted, his tone showing he was clearly mortified by the whole conversation.

"Why?" I asked, trying to figure out how he had ended up in such a predicament.

"Why did you drop to your knees?" He questioned back.

"I have no idea," I admitted, not liking the conversation turning towards me.

"Me either," he said, not saying anything more.

"How did it start?" I asked, curious, as I chugged half my beer.

"He's one of my players," Andy admitted. Andy taught History and coached senior boys basketball at a nearby high school, actually the same high school my twin children went to (my daughter, Carol, was in her senior year graduating in a couple of months, while my son, Doug, had graduated two years earlier and was now on a football scholarship in California).

"Is he even legal?" I asked, as if that mattered in this fucked up story.

"He's eighteen," Andy nodded; his face beet red like it was when I caught him.
"You could be fired," I pointed out, suddenly concerned for my friend.

"And lose my wife and kids," he added, "but I can't say no to him."

"You have to," I stressed, seeing the anxiety in his eyes and tone.

"I've tried, trust me," he continued, "I can't explain it, but I can't resist him."

Still curious about how it began, curious, I suppose, if real life is any different from the fiction I read, I asked, "How did it start?"

"He walked into my office one day during tryouts and asked if there was any way to improve his grade," Andy began. "I told him that actually handing in assignments and studying for tests would be a good start. He then said, 'isn't there any other way? I'm your star player!' I shook my head and stressed 'grades come first Malcolm'."

Finally, a name for the face of the cock I had been drooling over for two days.

"He surprised me next by saying, 'I've seen you staring at my crotch during practices.' I stammered, 'Excuse me?' He pulled his cock out quickly and asked, 'Do you want to see it up close and personal, coach?'"

"Holy shit," I said, shocked by such a brazen approach, even though based on my one brief encounter with him it made perfect sense.

"I was stunned. His cock was so big and only semi-hard and yet I couldn't take my eyes off it. Even though, I can honestly say, I'd never even considered another man before," he continued.

"Then what happened?" I asked, my cock rock hard listening to the story.

"He said, 'Go ahead coach, suck it.' I was stunned; I couldn't believe he expected me to suck it. I stood up and ordered him to get out, breaking eye contact with his massive dick."

I interrupted, "Did you want to suck it then?"

"I don't know," he answered. "I mean I was in awe of it, yet I was more in shock at the cockiness of him."

"Then what happened?" I asked, literally on the edge of my seat.

"He chuckled, 'Oh, it's so cute when an obvious white cocksucker is in denial and thinks he has some say.' I gasped, suddenly pissed off by his pretentious attitude. 'Excuse me?' I questioned, my ire growing. He continued his philosophy, 'All white men are cocksuckers to nigger cock given the chance. It is human nature; it is the hierarchy of submissive society.'"

"Oddly," I pointed out, "Based on my reading, he isn't the only one with such a theory."

"You researched this?" He asked, surprised.

"A little," I admitted, sheepishly.

"Look, I'm here to try and stop you from getting yourself in too deep like I have," he said.

"You sure didn't help on Saturday," I pointed out.

"When I'm around him, I'm meek and pathetic, willing, as you already saw first-hand, to do anything to please him," he explained.

"So if he was here now and ordered you to crawl under the table and blow him you would?" I asked, trying to see how powerful Malcolm's control over Andy was.

"I'd like to say I'd refuse, but the reality is after a brief resistance and excessive pleading, I would obey. I can't resist his big fat black juicy cock," he answered, before adding, "fuck, I'm doing it again."

"Doing what?" I asked, personally envisioning those vivid details of Malcolm's prick.

"It's super embarrassing," he sighed.

"I think we are past embarrassing," I pointed out.

"It just," he began, "I really love his cock."

"So I noticed," I teased.

"Hey, don't pretend you aren't in awe of his cock too. I saw the look on your face, and let me remind you that you dropped to your knees rather quickly," he pointed out.

I admitted, "I don't know why I obeyed."

"That's the point," he said, "You can still resist the temptation. On the other hand, if you suck his cock, you will be his."

"I have no intention of sucking his cock," I pointed out, even though I wasn't convinced my words would hold true if given the opportunity.

"That's what I thought too, even after he whipped out his cock," Andy said.

"That's right," I said, "You haven't finished your story."

"Well, he stopped me, and said, 'Coach, this is a one-time offer. There are lots of bitch white boys like both your point guards, for example, who will eagerly take my load'. I stammered, 'M-M--Mike and James suck your cock?'

I didn't know Mike, but James was a true all-American. Quarterback of the football team, basketball star, already with a dozen scholarships in both sports and...dating my college daughter. I asked, even though I already knew the answer, "James Warson?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Andy nodded.

"My daughter's boyfriend is a faggot?" I asked.

"I'm not sure faggot is the right term," he countered.

I paused, having read much erotica about straight men. I understood the term faggot was derogatory and that many men sucked cock, but still loved women. I nodded, "What do you consider yourself?"

"I don't know," Andy nodded. "Malcolm calls me cocksucker mostly, but I've also bottomed for him a few times, yet I still love my wife."

"So what happened next?" I asked, wanting to hear how he submitted, even as my head spun around with the knowledge that my daughter's boyfriend also sucked cock.

"He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees, like he did you. He said, as I stared at his massive cock, which seemed to be staring back at me, 'Go ahead, Coach, you can't deny you want to be my cocksucker'. His words were absurd, I had never even considered such a thing, but the moment at hand, well, my brain shut off and I leaned forward and took it in my mouth."

"Just like that?" I asked, realizing I had almost done the exact same thing.

"It was like there was a magnetic pull and I was completely helpless to resist the allure," he explained. "Stupid, but true."

I nodded, "That's what I felt."

"Which is why I told you that humiliating, but true story," he said, his eyes suddenly wide. "He's coming after you, next."

"What do you mean, coming after me?" I asked, curious, nervous and excited by the words.

"As he, um," he struggled to say the words.

"As he fucked your ass," I finished for him.

"Yes," he sighed, his cheeks again going ruby red. After a pause, "Anyway, he declared that you were his next turn."

"Turn?" I questioned, even though I knew exactly what that meant.

"Yes, he calls himself a black knight born to slay and turn straight white men into submissive cocksuckers and bottoms," Andy revealed.

"He plans to make me his cocksucker and bottom?" I asked, the idea terrifying, insulting, and, frustratingly, exhilarating.

"According to him, he never fails," Andy said. "So you have to ignore his texts and avoid him at all costs."

"I think I can do that," I nodded, just as Andy's phone buzzed.

Andy looked at his phone and the blood drained from his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's from Malcolm," he whispered, clearly nervous.

"What does he want?" I questioned, whatever it was, it was enough to make Andy nervous, which had to be a lot since I had already seen him sodomized.

"I'm supposed to offer my services to you," he whispered in shame.

Suddenly I got a text.

It was from him.

Go ahead use him as you wish tonight. He is a great cocksucker, but also has a tight cunt.

I looked up, my cock rock hard and said, "I've got to go, Andy."

Andy stammered, saying words he clearly didn't want to say, "Y-y-you want me to suck your cock?"

"Andy, go home to your wife," I said, as I threw down a twenty for my drinks and headed out, adjusting my cock as I did.

On the drive home, my head spun with these crazy revelations:

-my daughter's boyfriend sucked Malcolm's cock.

-Malcolm planned to turn me.

I was determined, at all costs, to resist Malcolm and his cocky personality, even though his white submissive theory was something I had read many times, including in Silkstockingslover's stories.

That night, I had a very vivid dream about Malcolm, where instead of a facial, I swallowed his load. When I woke up, I felt a strange sense of disappointment that it wasn't real.

I was definitely now more than curious, as I jerked off in my pajamas with my wife sleeping beside me. I knew, like the protagonists in many stories I had read, that resisting the submission and temptation was going to be very difficult.

4. I CAN'T RESIST

For the next two days I expected another text. Yet...none came.

I was just beginning to wonder if Malcolm had given up on me when I got the text I was both dreading and praying for.

As long as he didn't text me, I had no opportunity to have to make a decision.

Yet, the inevitable was now in my hands in just three words;

Hungry for cock?

Yet, those three words were powerful words. After listening to Andy's story, I was conflicted...as I had been ever since the moment I first laid eyes on his big black cock.

1. I had been fantasizing about sucking a cock, particularly a black cock ever since I read that naughty She-male School story a couple of years ago.

2. That said, fantasy is just that...fantasy.

3. Yet, ever since I saw that cock, weakly fell to my knees and shockingly took a facial, that big black juicy cock had consumed my thoughts.

4. That said, I'm happily married and would never want to do anything to jeopardize that.

5. Yet, after Saturday evening's role play and me sucking the black dildo...I wondered if Marcia would enjoy watching me suck cock.

6. That said, I'm a man, and men don't suck cock.

7. Yet, according to the Internet, many, many men either fantasize or actually suck a cock (Andy is an example that that theory is true).

I was greatly conflicted and my indecision continued to run rampant.

As lunch began, I got another text. It was another picture of his massive cock with cum shooting out of it with the words:

Your new favourite meal!!!

I couldn't stop staring at the photo. Saturday replayed in my mind. The massive cock so close to my face, the shocking moment his warm cum splattered my face and the reality that I would have, undeniably, sucked his big black missile if he had allowed me to.

My cock was rock hard and my mouth was indeed salivating.

I had lunch, the Tuesday leftovers a super disappointment after seeing that juicy black appetizing cock with cum spraying out of it.

I was just finishing my meal in my truck when I got another text message.

Still hungry? Want dessert? If so, go to this address now. 737 Albert Road.

I stared at the text for an eternity. The decision I was dreading and craving now finally at hand.

The address was a five minute drive away, as if making the temptation even more appealing.

As I pondered, yet again, the pros and cons of the offer, I received another text.

Now or never, cocksucker. If you don't want my cock I have many eager white married men and fellow students who will eagerly devour my cock.

You have fifteen minutes, cocksucker.

Being called a cocksucker only added to my conflicting emotions. On the one hand, it turned me on immensely, my cock literally begging for release from my pants; yet, the term was derogatory as hell and implied so much.

Although I still wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it, I began driving to the address.

I went back and forth a million times in the short drive. I knew if I didn't go through with it I would always wonder 'what if'; on the other hand, once I did it there was no going back.

Arriving on the street, I stopped a few doors away. I sat there for a couple of minutes, again paralyzed by indecision.

Another text came:

Stop sitting in your truck and get in here, cocksucker.

I gasped. He knew I was here.

Another text followed:

I promise I'm alone.

Followed by another text, this one a picture of his cock and the words:

Here it is, cocksucker. Waiting for you to walk in my front door, drop to your knees and worship my cock.

It was so appetizing.

It was so black.

It was so big.

The idea so taboo.

My mouth watered.

My already hard cock flinched in my pants.

My left hand opened the door and I got out of my truck. I felt like I was being drawn to the house, to that big black cock.

Reaching the driveway, I paused, before walking up the drive way and to the front door.

Taking a deep breath, I paused again, put my hand on the doorknob and turned it. I opened the door and instantly the familiar voice called out, "In here, cocksucker."

This was my last chance to turn and run, yet like every other opportunity to refuse the submission, I instead closed the door and walked into the living room.

Malcolm was on a couch, his pants and underwear at his ankles and his dick dangling between his legs.

"About time, cocksucker," he said, "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up."

"Me too," I replied, staring at his long dick...it was bigger soft then mine was hard, although I suppose that is not saying much.

"Are you going to stand there staring and drooling or are you going to do what you have been craving to do since Saturday?" He asked, smugly.

Still indecisive, I stammered, "I-I-I don't know."

"Cocksucker, I don't play games," he said, "you're here to suck cock, my big black cock to be specific...no more, no less. So stop feigning any pathetic resistance. You're a cocksucker. I knew it the minute you walked into the official's room."

"How?" I asked, the blanket statement so generic.

"It was in your eyes," he explained. "Plus, if you weren't a cocksucker deep down you would have freaked out, not stared at my cock like a wanton slut."

"I was shocked," I defended, which was true.

"And now? Why are you here now?" He asked, his cock still dangling flaccidly between his legs.

All the defence in the world couldn't produce a logical answer to that question. I took a breath, stared at his cock and finally admitted the obvious, "To suck your cock."

"Because you're...," he questioned.

"A cocksucker," I whispered.

"A what?" He questioned.

"A cocksucker," I repeated louder.

"Get over here and show me," he ordered.

I quickly went to him. The admission made, the desire to suck became insatiable. I dropped to my knees, took his thick cock in my hands and stroked it.

"You're a cocksucker, Greg," he pointed out, using my name for the first time, "Get sucking."

I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the soft cock in.

Instantly I felt two things:

1. How natural it felt to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth.

2. In awe of just how thick his cock was.

I started very tentatively, fascinated by the sensation of his cock hardening in my mouth. It was the coolest magic trick ever and the feeling in my mouth was surreal.

I can't explain it, but the best description was I was in lust...in lust with a cock. I wanted to suck it, worship it, make it shoot its load down my throat.

"Do you like it in your mouth, cocksucker?" He asked.

I nodded, while keeping his cock in my mouth.

"Say it, cocksucker," he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

I felt like a child who had his teddy bear taken away. I wanted it back in my mouth. I looked up and admitted the obvious, "I love your big cock in my mouth."

"Beg for it," he demanded, tapping my lips with his big dick, making my mouth immediately open.

I knew he was trying to humiliate me, I had read such things in many of the gay stories. Yet like the characters in those stories, I was helpless to do anything but beg. "Please, Malcolm, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your cum down my cocksucker mouth?"

"And you understand that once I fill you with my cum, you are my personal cocksucker," he clarified.

"Yes," I nodded, willing to agree to almost anything to have that beautiful chocolate stick back in my mouth.

"You'll come to me, when and where I tell you to," he continued.

"Yes," I again agreed, even though I knew the consequences could be devastating.

"What about your wife?" He asked, sliding his cock back in my mouth.

As I resumed bobbing, hungry for more of his cock, I pondered the question. Replaying Saturday evening, I wondered if she may get turned on watching me suck a real black cock. The more I pondered this, the more I began to think she indeed would.

When he pulled out, I quickly answered, wanting his dick back into mouth, "She'd likely enjoy watching."

"Interesting," he nodded, again sliding his cock back in my mouth.

His tone implied he was considering my answer and I immediately knew I had given him too much information.

Yet, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the now completely hard cock in my mouth. The feeling of a hard cock was a lot different and yet equally exotic.

As I began bobbing slightly faster, I tried to get more and more in my mouth. I couldn't imagine I could get close to all ten inches, I only had maybe three in at the moment.

"That's it cocksucker, keep taking more in that mouth of yours. With practice you will eventually be able to take all ten inches in," he said, making it clear once again that this wasn't a one-time thing.

I wasn't sure what would happen after this encounter, yet I couldn't imagine not doing it again. Like in the stories I read or edited, once you have crossed the line there was no going back, you will crave it even though mentally you will fight the desire to do it.

Four inches.

My mouth already seemed full and yet I wasn't even taking half in my mouth yet.

To my disbelief, I kept slowly taking more and more, wanting, absurdly, to be a good cocksucker, and better than Andy.

"Shit cocksucker, I'm enjoying this slow burn, but I need to get back to school, my girlfriend is going to be wondering where I am," he said.

Oddly...pathetically...my first reaction was shit, I'm not going to get to taste his cum.

He declared, "I'm going to fuck your mouth, cocksucker."

Excited he still planned to finish, I moaned on his cock.

"Such an eager married white cocksucker," he smirked, as he began fucking my mouth.

It wasn't rough, and he didn't try to gag me with all ten inches, but it was a lot more intense than when I was controlling the sucking.

I focused on not gagging and breathing through my nose, just like my wife had instructed on Saturday, as more than half his cock glided in and out of my mouth.

I couldn't fathom how anyone, even an experienced cocksucker, could ever take all that cock.

He groaned, seemingly close, "This time I'll reward you with my full load down your throat."

I involuntarily moaned on his cock; excited by his words and desperate to feel his cum fill my mouth.

I wanted to know what cum tasted like directly from the source, to get the full taste, unlike tasting my own from Marcia's ass.

I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his reward.

No!!! I needed to have his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his cum.

He grunted, "Here it comes, cocksucker."

Instantly, I felt his load explode in my mouth.

I wanted to savour the taste, but he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it.

"Good cocksucker," he groaned, "swallow it all like the white bitch you are."

I did. I was his cocksucker, his bitch and I knew I would be back on my knees the moment he beckoned me in the future.

When he pulled out, he said, "You're a natural."

I didn't respond, as I really wasn't sure what to say to such a statement.

He continued, "So again, I expect you to be ready to come and suck my cock when and where I call you."

I just nodded, still in awe of what I had just done, and unsure what to do next.

"Tell me, cocksucker," he ordered, "Did you enjoy your first of many cocksucking experiences?"

"Yes," I whispered, a sudden shame at my current reality hitting me.
"Yes, what?" He asked as he put his beautiful cock away.

"Yes, I enjoyed sucking your big cock," I admitted, adding 'big' for some reason.

"And you want to suck me again?" He questioned.

"Yes." I admitted, sad to no longer be able to see his cock. It was beautiful in the same entrancing way that a woman's legs encased in nylons were. I could have stared at and admired that cock like I did the Mona Lisa when I was at the Louvre.

Suddenly my phone rang.

"You can answer it cocksucker, I'm done with you for now," he said walking away.

I got off my knees, quickly walked out of the house feeling shame course through me like women must feel when returning home the next morning in the same clothes as the night before.

I answered the phone. It was work and I returned to my normal work day. The only evidence of my discretion was the lingering aftertaste of cum.

All day, I felt shame...I felt guilt...I felt hunger.

The minute I walked in the door and saw my wife, guilt again riddled me.

After dinner, my balls still boiling as they had been all day since the first text came. I walked up to her as she did dishes, spun her around, guided her to her knees and quipped, "Come and get your dessert."

She wordlessly fished out my cock and began bobbing. Her mouth felt amazing and I wondered if my mouth felt this good for Malcolm. As I replayed my submissive gay act, my balls erupted and I came in my wife's mouth in under a minute.

Once she had swallowed my cum, she stood up and kissed me.

She surprised me by slipping her tongue in my mouth and again I tasted the salty goo that was my cum.

I swallowed my own cum and when she broke the kiss she shrugged with a naughty smile, "I figured you would want some dessert too."

I stared at her in shock, her behaviour very unlike her.

Joking, I eventually quipped, even though the real meaning was so much more, "I suck one big black cock and now you think I'm an eager cum swallowing cocksucker."

She shrugged, "You did look incredibly hot with a cock in your mouth."

"Oh, you know just how to make your man feel good about his masculinity," I joked, even though I felt the whole conversation was surreal...as if the sexual hierarchy was shifting right in front of my eyes.

That night in bed, I decided that I was not going to meet Malcolm again. I had sucked cock and that curiosity had been satisfied.

5. THE BEDROOM HIERACHY SHIFTS...I REALLY CAN'T RESIST

The next few days, every time I received a text I got nervous. My resolve to refuse the offer was still firm, but until the offer was given I knew it was just words...I needed to back it with action.

Yet, he didn't text me, and eventually I figured he was done with me which ironically created its own roller coaster of emotions:

1. Was I a bad cocksucker?

2. Who cares? I had no intention of ever doing it again.

3. Thankfully, by not texting me I didn't have to deal with my own potential weakness....one that had already placed me on my knees in front of an eighteen year old black boy.

That said, just because I had decided I wouldn't suck cock ever again didn't mean I didn't think about it constantly.

I jerked off in the morning replaying my oral submission.

His cock popped into my head many times throughout the day.

After I fucked my wife and came in her cunt she again surprised me by grabbing my head, roughly pushing me between her legs and to her leaking cunt and made me eat: the mixture of my cum and hers. She came grinding her messy hole all over my face.

Once done, she weakly apologized, "Sorry, baby."

I admitted, getting turned on being used by her, "It's okay, sweetheart, I really enjoyed that."

"Being treated so roughly or eating your cum from my pussy?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Both, I guess."

The next night she again made me eat her cum filled box, but this time she got verbal.

"Eat my cunt, baby," she moaned, before adding, "get all your cum out you little cum slut."

Being called a 'cum slut' by my submissive wife was incredibly strange, yet it somehow turned me on.

I continued licking, shoving my tongue inside her cunt, getting drawn into being submissive to her.

"You really love cum, don't you?" She moaned her hand grabbing the back of my head and holding me deep in her cunt.

I responded, as best as I could, "Yes," even as I flashed back to Malcolm's sweet addicting load.

She again grinded on my face until she reached orgasm, flooding my face with a mixture of both our cum.

Letting go, she smiled, "I think I have a new way to get off."

I laughed, "You get off being in charge?"

She nodded, "Apparently."

I wasn't sure what I thought of this new shift in sexual power, but regardless I was helpless to stop it.

I was just getting ready for bed when I got a text.

"Who is it?" Marcia asked.

It was from Malcolm.

Cocksucker

5 minutes.

Walkerton Park.

I lied, "It's Sam; he needs me to do a service call." Thankfully, my job did have me on occasion doing late night calls, so I could create a believable lie.

"Bummer," she said, knowing I hated these late night calls.

"Hopefully, it won't be long," I said, "the call is close by."

"I'll be asleep," she said, before smiling, "you really wore me out."

I got dressed and headed out determined to tell him that I was done doing this.

I could have walked, but chose to drive to keep my lie up with Marcia in case she looked out the window for any reason.

I arrived at the park wondering where he would be, or if he was actually expecting a blow job in public.

I got out and saw him at the playground. I walked over and he asked, "You drove?"

"I told my wife I had an emergency call," I answered.

"It was an emergency," he nodded, grabbing his crotch.

"Malcolm," I began, before he quickly cut me off.

"Knees, cocksucker," he demanded firmly.

Although I never saw myself as a submissive, the past week had proved I was, and although I wanted to stand up to him, I felt myself lowering to the ground, my resolute defiance shattered in two words.

"Good cocksucker," he smirked, as he pointed, "Crawl over here to this secluded spot."

I wordlessly obeyed, shame and hunger burning through me like it always seemed to when push came to shove.

"Fish it out, cocksucker," he ordered.

I again obeyed, pulling his zipper down and awkwardly pulling his semi-erect cock out.

Seeing his majestic prick, my mouth instantly watered and I couldn't fathom why I had considered never having it in my mouth again.

I opened my mouth and took it in. It felt so natural as it hardened. I again wanted to take it all in my mouth; I again wanted to feel him shoot his cum down my throat.

I was no longer a straight married man...I was a cocksucker...a cocksucker for black cock.

As if reading my mind, he asked, "So what would your wife say if she knew the pipe you were really working on?"

As he pulled his now completely stiff cock from my mouth I answered, "She'd likely push me out of the way and take it for herself."

"Has she ever had a black dick before?" He asked.

"No," I answered, "but her favourite dildo is long and black."

As he slid his cock back in my mouth he said, "Poor woman, living vicariously through a lame facsimile of what she likely fantasies about while she is fucking you."

Such thoughts would have never occurred to me a few days ago, but our last few sexual encounters had me questioning my manhood (not only the obvious cocksucker thing, but also who was in charge in the bedroom).

Yet, I tried to focus on the task at hand, which was serving this beautiful cock until I got him off.

He ordered, "Keep sucking, but pull out your cock and jerk yourself off."

I involuntarily moaned on his order which only added to my own guilt, yet my cock hard again, I awkwardly fished it out and began stroking it.

"Shit, the Lord only gave you half a cock," he chuckled, making slight vibrations in my mouth.

It was true, my cock was half his size, but it didn't shame me...as I had no control over the size of my dick, unlike the conscious choice I made to suck his cock...again.

"No wonder your wife has a big black dildo," he continued, "no way she gets off on that tiny thing."

Again, thoughts that had become abundantly clear the past few days.

I stroked my cock, somehow completely turned on both by having a cock in my mouth and for some inexplicable reason, the degrading talk too.

"I bet your wife would beg for this cock in her cunt," he continued.

Again involuntarily I moaned at his words.

This made him roar with laughter. "It turns you on doesn't it, cocksucker? Thinking about having a real man with a real cock satisfy your wife in ways you could never do."

I hated his assumption, yet I hated more that it did indeed turn me on. I love my wife unconditionally, and the idea that she had been missing out all these years from real sexual pleasure made me feel guiltier than did sucking a teenager's cock while she was just a block away drifting into slumber.

He pulled out expecting an answer and I admitted, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" He questioned, wanting to hear me say it.

"Yes, I'd like to watch you fuck my wife," I admitted.

"And please her like you can't?" He added.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Would she love my big cock?" He asked.

Staring at it, I admitted the obvious, "Yes! She'd fucking love it."

"As would you, I bet," he added. As he slid his cock back in my salivating mouth.

Sadly, I knew he was right. The idea of him satisfying my wife in ways I never could turned me on and I began jerking myself off faster. Meanwhile, I hungrily bobbed back and forth like the eager cocksucker I suddenly was.

"Fuck, I bet you'd like getting ass reamed like your faggot friend Andy too," he continued.

I had no interest in taking a cock in my ass, especially a cock as big and wide as his, but I couldn't say as much with a mouthful of dick.

"I know, I know," he continued. "At the moment you have no interest in being a bottom, you're actually quite content with being just a cocksucker, but the reality is eventually you will want to bottom. Like sucking cock, you will be in denial at first, then slightly curious and eventually it will consume your thoughts until you try it and become the true two-hole fuck toy you were meant to be."

His words were ludicrous and pretentious...yet those were the words that made my balls boil and erupt in a matter of seconds, spewing cum all over my hand and the children's playground.

"Shit, you really are a faggot," he laughed, "only real faggots shoot their load from the idea of getting their ass reamed. Or was it the vision of me banging your wife with a real cock?"

I did feel like a faggot, coming all over myself while sucking a teenager's dick while he talked dirty to me.

He again pulled out, and again I admitted the lesser of the two evils, even though I wasn't sure what actually made me erupt, "Yes, I came thinking of you fucking my wife."

"With my big black monster?" He questioned, looking down at me amused.

"Yes, your big cock would fill my wife in ways I can't," I admitted.

Moments later, now getting about six inches in my mouth, he warned, "Here it comes, cocksucker."

The words were music to my ears and I eagerly awaited the spray that was to follow.

A few more bobs and it indeed did come, filling my mouth completely.

"That's it, cocksucker," he groaned, "take all my cum like the cum deposit you are."

Again such a derogatory term and yet as I swallowed his cum for the second time, the term seemed completely true...he was indeed depositing his cum in me.

Pulling out, he said, "Your real training starts tomorrow"

"What training?" I asked, oddly more curious than nervous.

"Ten inches in your mouth training," he answered.

"Oh," I nodded, still not able to fathom that ever happening.

"You know what they say," he smiled, putting his cock away, "A cock in your mouth a day and eventually you take ten inches okay."

I laughed, "No, I've never heard that one before."

"Be on call, cocksucker," he firmly said.

"Yes, sir," I nodded and then realized what I'd said.

"'Sir', I like that," he laughed, before adding, "You may be one of the most submissive white cocksuckers yet."

I didn't respond, not wanting to dig a deeper hole in my submission.

"Your training will continue some time tomorrow," he repeated.

I nodded as I put my cock back in my pants, the usual feelings of shame and excitement bouncing inside me.

I drove home pondering my predicament, wondering what my wife would really think if she saw me sucking cock, or saw his big black cock.

I didn't have any answers, but I knew that when I was beckoned I would find a way to meet him, find a way to have his cock back in my mouth.

As I got out of the truck I realized I had indeed become one of Silkstockings' characters.

I wondered: would she write my story?

The end

Coming Someday:

Black Cock: 10 Inch Cock Training

Greg is trained to take all ten inches at a variety of risky locations and then trained to be a submissive bottom. Meanwhile, his wife slowly takes control in the bedroom.

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