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This is a true story about the first time (but certainly not the last time) that I sucked a big black dick.

I was just out of college and living back at my parent's house for the first time in years. They tended to go out for weekends, down to the beach and whatnot, and this story is about the first time I used one of those weekends home alone to explore a sexual fantasy outside of what I normally was into.

To make a long story short, one of the things I learned in college was that the big-dicked-black-man stereotype was true. And that I was unknowingly into it.

It is hard to remember all the little flashpoints that led me to making that fateful Craigslist ad, but a few stood out. I caught a glimpse of a black guy's absolutely massive cock coming out of the shower in the locker room at the gym. Another time I opened the wrong door at a party to see a black guy fucking a girl from one of my classes from behind. Another time I overheard some girls talking about how so and so had such a big dick, but of course he did because he was black.

Things like that really set the tone for my college experience. Many of the girls I was into ended up dating black guys. I would notice white girls talking to or dancing with black guys at parties and my mind would wander to thoughts of them fucking. Eventually I would just fantasize about women getting nailed by well-hung black men all the time.

Of course, this led me down a path of virtual obsession with interracial porn. Every time I was able to jerk off, I would do it with the assistance of a thick black dick penetrating a little white girl's pussy. At first, it was relatively tame stuff, but one click led to another and before you knew it I was watching more and more extreme stuff.

By the time I lived by myself in an off campus apartment, I was watching raceplay videos, cuck stuff, hypno shit, and even a little bit of bi/gay stuff, all with the running theme being a big black dick getting put inside a white person, whether they wanted it or not. I had developed a routine by the time I graduated: go to work/school, then go home and click through video after video until I finally let my self cum.

I would spend more and more of my free time at home alone, blinds closed, lights out, watching interracial porn. I had developed an obsession with big black cock. It... probably wasn't healthy.

It was around this time that I started to fantasize about getting on my knees for a hung black man. I would picture myself on my knees, his hands on my head, and his cock in between my lips.

Eventually, I found myself thinking about it so often that I decided to just try it out. I had to know if I really wanted to do this or if it was just some sort of weird fetish. There was a gay bar a few miles from campus. I drove past there a few times, but found it hard to muster up the strength to go in. I was this straight white guy, and except for this thing... I just couldn't do it. Call it some weird kind of denial if you want, but the long and the short of it is I wasn't going to be picking up guys in bars. So I turned to the Internet.

I made accounts on a couple of different websites, and would start chatting with people, but always end up chickening out before meeting up. I even ghosted a couple of people after exchanging texts and getting their address. I was still having the same fantasies, but couldn't pull the trigger on anything more than exchanging dirty emails with people.

I graduated and moved back into my parents house without actually going through with any

I had a lot of freedom living at my parents' house, and they weren't home a lot. I was an only child and they were a little bit older, so they were both pretty much retired. I had a semi private entrance and my room was in the basement, with its own bathroom.

Moving home I had to moderate my porn consumption but frankly not by much. I would stay up for hours watching interracial porn and chatting with people online. I still fantasize about being aydın escort put on my knees for a big black dick. I still wanted to try it out.

I get a job and life moves on, but as the months pass I began to really regret not going through with it while I was in college. After all, that is the time in your life when you are supposed to sexually experiment, right? So I decide that I am actually going to do it, come hell or high water, I needed to know. I had to stop thinking about it and just do it.

Fast forward to an August Saturday evening, I have the house to myself, and I can see his car parking on my street from my seat on the couch in the living room. I watch him get out of his car. He is tall, handsome and dark skinned, wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts. And walking up towards the door.

I have been drinking. I had several shots of Jack Daniels earlier to try to steel my reserve this time. I was not going to chicken out. I lifted my glass up to have one more long swing before he rang the doorbell. My hand felt like it was shaking. I was so nervous.

I didn't know his name, and we never exchanged them, but he was very nice. He could tell I was nervous and was very kind to me. I explained it was my first time doing this kind of thing. I told him that I was straight but had this thing for big black dicks. I could barely speak the words in front of him, I was so anxious. He said it was fine and perfectly normal, and offered to rub my shoulders to help me to relax. He said we would only do as much as I wanted.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed and he climbed behind me and sat down and started rubbing my shoulders. It felt good. As he was doing that he moved his body closer and closer to mine until his stomach was touching my back. I was able to feel his dick pressed up against the small of my back. I felt it growing hard as he rubbed my shoulders and started to breathe into my ears slightly.

In short order he had a full on erection, pressing against his shorts and onto my back. It felt huge. I had to see it.

I got up off the bed, and just like in all my fantasies, got on my knees. I gingerly and haltingly reached and grabbed his shorts. I could see his dick straining against the nylon material, the outline of the head was visible and I could clearly trace the shaft. With both hands I pulled his basketball shorts down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

His dick sprung forward from the waistband and stood proud from his body. It was enormous. Long and thick, its wide shaft curved slightly into a small patch of hair and his oversized balls. I couldn't help but stare. It looked obscenely big, and sexy, but risky and dangerous. It was amazing.

I slowly reached out and touched it. My fingertips barely made it all the way around. I remember thinking it felt different than I thought it would, harder yet softer, and warm. I lingered here for a moment, second-guessing what I was about to do.

I was wearing pajama pants. I was also wearing my own raging hard on. He noticed this and asked me to take off my pants. I obliged. After I took them off we were both standing there for a moment, and you could see my own hard on compared to his. He was way bigger. He said I had a nice dick. I told him his dick was enormous, and how nervous I was. To be honest, I could barely speak words without my voice cracking, it was so bad, I must have seemed pathetic at times.

I got back onto my knees with the intention of putting his monster dick between my lips for the first time. I reached out and started stroking him again. God, I was so turned on. I slowly was stroking him with one hand, and then brought up the second to help. His dick was so big.

My dick stood out like a little rod in front of my body. As I stroked his massive dick I felt precum forming at the tip as my cock strained for attention. I felt like I was barely keeping it together down there. Actually being on my knees like this was so hot. That was one of the reasons nazillibelediyespor.org I put my second hand on him. I didn't want to risk that hand wandering down to my dick and me cumming too soon.

That second hand found its way to his balls now, and I was marveling in how big they were. They barely fit in my hand. My other hand was working his long shaft when I heard him tell me "its ok" and "take your time" as his right hand went down to start touching me. I backed away and told him not to touch me, that I was worried about cumming too soon. Again, he must have thought I was so pathetic.

I was more turned on that I ever have been in my life. My mouth watered as years of fantasies being fulfilled was mere inches from my face. But again, I hesitated. I froze like a deer in headlights. I found that I couldn't make myself put this black dick in my mouth. That would be wrong. I wanted him to make me. It was hard to explain but it was almost as if I couldn't just give in to it, I needed to at least give pretext to why, despite the fact that I was willingly on my knees in front of him. I wasn't gay, so it's not like I am about to just go and suck off a dick. Forget about a big black dick.

And what a dick it was. It could have been the picture for a big black cock in the dictionary. I had come this far, I was not about to chicken out again. I wanted to, but I felt like I couldn't, it was the craziest mix of emotions. All undergirded by how incredibly horny being on my knees for him made me.

I looked up at him and said, in my mumbling, whimpering voice, "I think it would be better if you made me suck it." He seemed to like that. "Make me suck that big black dick," I said, trying, but failing, to sound a little more confident. Basically, I was asking him to do what I couldn't make myself do at that moment. He obliged.

He grabbed my head with his left hand, pulling my slightly forward while he slowly slid his cock into my mouth. I willingly let him press the head and then the shaft past my lips, pushing his big black dick a little further past than what I would have let him. I remember that I gagged and drooled a little bit as he first began, and it took me a little bit to figure out the right way to breathe, but I also remember that I immediately liked what I was doing.

Feeling another mans dick in my mouth was not what I expected. I could not believe how absolutely rock-hard-turned-on I was with his manhood being pushed down my throat. I remember feeling the head and shaft of his dick with my tongue, and struggling to keep my mouth as open as possible so my teeth didn't touch his member.

My final shred of mock resistance was shattered, and I was able to just give in to his big black cock. I finally was doing what I longed for, and I was liking it. On that night, this white boy was finally getting on his knees for that big black dick.

He spent a little bit of time controlling my head and fucking my mouth until I took over and started performing my first willing blowjob in earnest.

I was using both hands and trying to do a combination of things that I liked and things that I saw in porn, but his dick was so big and I had never actually done any of this before. But I proceeded with trying my best, happily trying out years of fantasies of me sucking a black dick.

I licked his shaft up and down and sucked on his balls. From there I slapped his shaft across my face, cockslapping myself with his big black dick until I was satisfied. I gagged myself with this monster cock. Basically however I could degrade myself with his dick in my mouth I did.

Then I settled into giving him a blowjob. Given that I had never done this before, I am sure it was one of the worst he ever received. But I was trying. After a few minutes of sucking his dick my mind began to wonder. How bad was the blowjob I was giving? How did I end up giving a blowjob to this hung black man? And why did it turn me on so much?

As my mind wandered and zoomed out on the situation I pictured myself as I was; on my knees, big black dick in my mouth, precum leaking from my rock hard dick. Picturing myself as I was, however, was just too much for me at that moment.

I tried to push him away from me as I felt the strongest orgasm of my life rock my body. My cock spasmed and twitched as thick ropes of cum started to shoot out of me, landing on the carpet and splashing off of his naked shins. Without even touching myself I came. Hard. From sucking a big black dick.

He seemed bemused by this all at first, and offered to go into the bathroom to get something to help me clean up. I agreed, and surrendered to slowly jerking my dick to get the last of the cum out while he walked into the bathroom. It was an absolutely massive orgasm, and cum was everywhere.

When he got back he took the towel and went to help me clean myself off. I took it from him. I felt completely different from a few minutes ago. I was being hit with some crazy level of gay post nut clarity. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn't believe I actually did this. And came from just doing it.

My emotions were all over the place. I sat on my bed with so many thoughts running through my head. It was hard to process what had just happened. All I knew at the moment was that I wanted him to leave. So I asked him to.

His response to this was not as kind as some of his previous replies. He was pretty visibly pissed that I asked him to leave. He said that he was not going to leave until he came, one way or another. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to take that as a threat or not.

So I pretty unenthusiastically started jerking him off. He was still rock hard, that big black dick standing proud, almost a foot from his body. At first I was looking down and away. I didn't want to be doing this any more. I felt like a bundle of nerves, raw and empty.

After a brief period of time he took my other arm by the wrist and put my hand on his balls. God they were so big. I couldn't help but think about how massive his package was. My mind ran through the last half hour or so. I stared at his dick for a second, and then looked up at him.

Without warning he grabbed the back of my neck and gently, but firmly, pulled me down to the floor, back onto my knees. He said something to the effect of "this is where you belong, white boy" before he pulled my head forward and pressed his balls against my mouth.

He started to slap his dick against my face for a few moments then backed up and told me to open up. I obeyed.

The moment the head of his dick passed my lips I relented. I just gave in. I couldn't deny the feeling. I just loved sucking his big black dick. I was already rock hard again, and felt right at home on my knees in front of him. I was so glad he didn't leave, I remember thinking, as I tried to master my blowjob technique.

I did as good of a job as I could for my first time sucking a dick, and eventually he came. I remember for his first shots he held me there with his dick a little too deep, probably on purpose, and I had no idea what to do. He probably expected me to swallow. Instead I gagged and coughed and ended up with cum on my chin. He then pulled it back and shot another couple of loads onto my chest.

I was stroking myself as he came on me, thinking about how much smaller my dick feels in my hands than his does. I reached up with my free hand, wrapping it around his still thick, still hard dick. I start to come almost instantly.

We exchange some small pleasantries, but still no names, and he quickly tidies up and leaves. I am left home alone in a state of almost euphoria. I finally did it, and it was amazing.

With the exception of my own premature ejaculation, everything went perfectly. He was handsome, dark and hung, the exact kind of guy I wanted. And he really acted the role, being kind when he needed to be, and helped me to do what I really wanted to do but almost didn't have the guts. I think he was right to push me at the end. I would have regretted it otherwise.

We never met up again. It was a while before I did anything like this again, I felt for a few weeks that I had gotten it out of my system, but in the end I was sorely mistaken.