Life was no longer boring. Not by far. My new found love for ebony skin had proven to be rather rewarding. Darnell bred me often and I enjoyed watching him fuck April and Cleo. I lived to see his cock satisfied and our group met at least once a week for a full on orgy. We all hooked up individually as needed and I didn't feel any bit of jealousy. When Darnell was with April, I was with Cleo and when I was with Darnell alone, Cleo and April explored their homosexual tendencies as well.
Life was good. Probably too good.
Over the course of a year I had watched Darnell cum inside April at least seventy times or so. She was on birth control but little else was done for the sake of safety and as fate would have it, more would prove to have been necessary. She was three weeks late and two home tests had come back positive. April was pregnant.
She didn't want to tell Darnell or Cleo, instead choosing to keep it between us. I wasn't sure it was a good idea but I felt that it was her choice and left it at that. We had discussed the ramifications of her pregnancy and she was leaning toward terminating it before it "interrupted her fun".
There was the other matter that we didn't know if Darnell or I was the father. Something that could be troublesome for her if her family were to find out.
I didn't want any part of the termination and the pressure of it eventually forced us to spend more time with our ebony lovers than with each other, which in itself wasn't bad but prevented us from coming to some resolution regarding it.
"We are not ready for a child," she had said in one of our heated arguments.
I couldn't agree more but I didn't want the ramifications to be so cut and dry. "We did the deeds. If we weren't ready for children..."
"Don't give me that 'if you can't do the time, don't do the crime' bullshit," she interrupted. "It's easy for you to sit and point a finger at me, there's no chance of you bringing home a black baby to your parents. It's not like Darnell can get you pregnant... though I bet you wish he could."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means that you think more about his black cock than you think about me," she said angrily.
I hadn't thought about it before but I didn't think of sex with Darnell more often than I did of sex with her. I also thought of sex with Cleo more often.
That night, she left to be with Darnell and I was stuck to my own devices. I had decided that I'd go to the adult bookstore and buy some toys to play with. I hadn't been there in a while, not since hooking up with Darnell and I wanted to see what my new desires tempted me to buy.
The place was a small hole in the wall type of shop, above a pony keg in the downtown area. The guy that ran it was in his fifties but most days, he let a younger, tattooed woman keep tabs on the place. That day was one such day.
I was browsing the aisles, noting that I wanted to buy a large toy to fuck but was also looking at some of the straight porn.
"Are any of these titles any good?" I asked the girl at the front counter.
"Depends on if you want sex or plot," she said.
"Well, most of these I feel are crap shoots anyway," I said. "I mean, I can look at free porn all day but there's something about buying it that makes it... special. I just want to make sure it's worth buying."
She looked at the doors at the back of the store. They lead to a set of private booths. "Some of those you can sample in there," she said. "Just beware of the glory holes."
"Glory holes?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've seen about six guys go back there a few hours ago. They haven't come back since."
"What's a glory hole," I asked again.
"Oh... well," she seemed a bit caught off guard by my question. "The booths have holes in the walls for a guy to place his dick through and someone on the other side can play with it."
"That's legal?" I asked.
"I think it's more of a gray area than anything," she admitted. "No one is paying for the play, they are paying to watch a movie."
My imagination ran wild. What if they were all black men? What if they were all white men? What if it was a group of Asian tourists?
"Well, you say some of these are playing back there?" I asked.
"Yeah, if you want to chance viewing a guys dick?" she added.
"Well, let's face it, there's enough dick pictures in this store to last a lifetime so it's not like I'm going to see anything unusual."
She laughed and I broke a twenty with her so that I had singles for the booth.
I made my way back into the hallway and looked for a booth that wasn't already occupied. There were a few but I looked for one between two occupied booths. To my luck I found one. When I entered, I put money into the viewer and began watching the video. It was typical gang bang fair. Darnell had introduced me to the subtle nuances of the different genres and styles and I thought that, aside from the fresh face that was showcased in the video, the film itself was rather boring.
So, I peeked in through one of the holes and on the other side was an older white gentleman, stroking his cock. I turned and looked through the other hole and, to my surprise, discovered a black guy with a cock about the size of mine, stroking intensely. He caught me staring and he stood up and stuffed his cock through the hole in the wall.
"Suck it, white boy," he said.
I felt obligated to suck him. Not because he put his cock through the hole or caught me staring but because, well honestly, it was because he was black.
My mouth went to work on his strange cock and I could feel it swell further as I sucked him. His precum coated my mouth and I savored its delicious flavor. I then pressed my face against the hole, which, in hindsight might have not been such a good idea because I had no idea how many cocks had come through that hole but let's face it, I was a happy boy with a mouth full of strange black dick.
He fucked my mouth viciously, like he hated my throat and wanted to hurt it. I enjoyed every second of it. I slurped and gagged and didn't notice that the video had stopped. A few minutes passed before someone banged on the door. It was the store clerk and she sounded aggravated.
"You have to use the booth or leave!" she said in a tone that told me that she had told more than one person before that they needed to continue to pay for the booth.
I put money into the machine and continued to suck the stranger's cock.
"Damn, you're a hungry faggot!" the black stranger said as his cock leaked more precum into my mouth.
I let my tongue stick out to taste his nuts and enjoyed that he, unlike Darnell, was rather fuzzy.
Soon, his cock released its load and I swallowed it hungrily. I then sucked every drop I could from his cock as he pulled it back through the hole.
He stuck his hand through and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was pleased with myself for having grown into such a cock sucking talent that I could get off a stranger.
When I turned back to face the monitor, I noticed that the older white guy on the other side was looking through the hole.
"Would you suck me?" he asked in a rather pathetic tone. "My wife won't suck me."
I really didn't want to. I felt like I would be a whore if I did but I also felt sorry for him and I quietly nodded. He stuffed his little dick through the hole and I pulled it into my mouth. It seemed all he needed because he came almost instantly. I tried to pull away but his cum shot into my mouth and onto my face. I swallowed his sperm without much thought and then turned my attention to the video.
I selected an interracial video and watched as two large black cocks entered a white pussy at the same time. I tried to stroke but felt weird there alone in a booth, like I knew that everyone outside the booth knew what I was doing.
I could hear someone else enter the booth that the black stranger was in and he whispered through the hole. "You the white faggot my boy talked about?"
I turned to see who was talking to me but all I could see was a rather large, uncut and flaccid black cock.
"Suck it, bitch!" the stranger said.
I spit on it to lube it and stroked it before inserting it deep into my throat and gagging on it. It was at this moment, with a throat full of strange black cock, that I realized that I wanted to be black owned. I wanted to worship ebony skin and that though I considered myself bi, I preferred black men with almost an exclusivity that would seem racist by most standards.
The stranger's cock stretched my throat to capacity and I gagged and spit up on it. Pulling it out, I licked the shaft all over, loving it like it was some gift from a dear friend. I placed the cock head into my mouth and began undoing my pants to take them off. What happened next was almost automatic.
I stood up and turned around, spreading my ass for the large black cock and back onto it, feeling it penetrate my ass with little effort. I had been trained well, I though.
"Damn!" the stranger said as his cock found my deep, tight ass to be inviting.
I slowly pulled away from it until I felt the cock head right on the inside of my anus and then forced it back in deep and hard. I repeated this several times before I pressed my ass to the hole and let him fuck it at his own pace. The feeling that came over me was of a sense of calling. I knew what my ass was made for and that was to pleasure black cocks.
