Summary:
Straight married man is turned by younger black colleague.
Note 1:
This is a Nude Day 2016 Contest story.
Note 2:
Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story.
Learning my Love for Black Cock
As I bob hungrily on Tyler's cock in MY office, during MY prep, I can't help but reminisce about the strange circumstances that led me to becoming a personal cock sucker to my much younger black colleague.
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I mean, I never imagined I would ACTUALLY suck a cock.
Although I would be lying if I said the idea hadn't become a growing curiosity fantasy over the past few months leading up to the 'incident'.
I mean, I was, and still am, happily married, although our once wild sex life had dwindled to once, maybe twice a month, sex. And not the wild in public, or marathon sex sessions of our younger days, either... usually missionary, with maybe thirty seconds of head if I was lucky.
I'm not defending what I'm about to tell you, just giving you the reality of the mundane sex life I was living before the 'incident'.
With so little actual sex, I spent a lot of time online... sometimes it was watching porn, but more times than not it was reading erotica.
Mostly I read lesbian (I loved the idea of girls seducing older women... often imaging my wife being seduced), group (the idea of swinging with my wife was a secret fantasy), incest (I personally wasn't interested in committing incest, but the taboo of it did turn me on), interracial (I couldn't explain it, but watching a black guy, usually with a huge cock, fucking a white girl always turned me on) or anal (it was my other obsession... something I had been able to do with a few girls in my younger days) but when I found an author I really liked I would read their entire catalogue... as finding stories that had believable, or any, plot, character development and decent grammar were rare. Sometimes you got two out of three, but mostly just one out of three... so when I found an author who did all three, I added them to my favourites, voted five stars for the stories I enjoyed and checked back every few days hopeful that a new story was there. On occasion, I favourited a story too, but like movies, I very seldom wanted to read the same story twice.
Anyways, one author wrote stories in all my favourite themes and once I devoured them, I felt empty. So I skimmed her story page and read the one category I had always avoided... gay.
I'm not homophobic... I teach high school and am actually the teacher advisor of the LGBT club... but it's just not something I had considered.... even remotely.
Even during my one threesome, when the hot Latino Colleen said as she sucked my cock, "Hey baby, why don't you let Jimmy suck your cock while you lick me? He is a better cocksucker then I am."
Even then, in the heat of the moment, I wasn't remotely interested.
Although I did get to fuck my first ass that night, pounding Colleen's big booty as her boyfriend watched and jerked off.
Yet, I resisted going for more threesomes, finding the situation awkward once I was sober.
Anyways, I clicked on a story and a whole new world opened up to me. I was drawn in by her words, her description of cock and the visual of it in a mouth.
She made the idea of sucking cock not only not gay, but something all men wanted to do... that only those that were brave and truthful about their sexuality were being true to themselves.
All guys at some point wondered about sucking cock or getting sucked by a guy according to her.
Before that day I could truthfully say I didn't fit either of those assumptions.
Yet, after reading a dozen of her gay stories over a few days, and coming a half dozen times from them... I began to wonder, and even dreamt about sucking cock or getting sucked by a guy.
If the stories and many online sites I read were true, guys were way better cock suckers, they swallowed and didn't stop until the job was done and every drop of cum was drained.
I hadn't shot a load in a mouth since college, my wife never once finishing what she started... at least with her mouth... she used to suck like a minx, but wouldn't swallow.
Now, with that all said, I never imagined I would end up becoming a cock sucker... but I did... I mean I am.
Sharing a hotel room with my first year colleague wasn't a big deal... it saved the football team money and we booked two queen beds.
But a variety of things led to the man I now am.
First, we ended up getting upgraded to a room with a hot tub... but only one king-size bed.
Second, it was the only room available and they were also out of cots.
Third, after an eight hour drive, I was stiff as hell and decided I was going to use the hot tub.
Fourth, I saw Tyler's massive cock... which made me think back to all the gay stories I had read, especially the black cock, white cock sucker stories.
That all said, just because I was curious, I never imagined crossing the line: fantasy is not reality.
Once in the hotel room, I said, "I'm going directly into the hot tub."
Sounds like a plan," he concurred, before adding, "although not without a drink."
"Good call," I nodded, knowing he had brought whiskey.
He poured a couple of drinks and then began undressing.
This surprised me, yet I suppose it shouldn't have. Coaching football, seeing guys undressing or completely naked wasn't really anything out of the ordinary.
I began getting undressed too, really wanting to get in the hot tub. Enough alcohol and a lengthy time in the hot tub should make me crash hard.
To my surprise, once he was naked, he headed to the hot tub.
I asked, "No trunks?"
He joked as he turned to me and I saw his dick for the first time, as he grabbed it casually, "Just one trunk."
I laughed, as I stared at his huge dick, larger in its flaccid state than I was when completely hard and ready for action.
I also felt my cock betray me as it began to harden.
It was also completely shaved.
I said, realizing I was staring at it, "Jesus Christ, what do you feed that thing?"
He shrugged, making a joke, "It generally feeds people."
"I imagine so," I laughed, as I tried to not look back down at it, before adding, I don't know why, "At least the myth of big black dick is true."
He turned around and went into the hot tub as he agreed, "It's just dominant ancestral genetics."
I laughed, now only in my boxers, "I guess my ancestors come from a different line."
He laughed, "It's probably God's way of paying back black people for centuries of slavery to white people."
"Well, then, damn my ancestors," I joked, wishing I could see his dick again. There was just something enticing and majestic about it... as if tempting me to cross the threshold of straightness I had been clinging onto by a thread.
"Are you coming in or what?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah," I nodded, as I added, "just feeling a little self-conscious after seeing your elephant dick." As I tried to convince my completely hard cock to go back to slumber.
"Haven't heard that one before," he laughed.
"It's like a cannon," I said, wishing my cock would calm down.
"It has shot many cannonballs," he laughed.
"I imagine so," I nodded, still not taking off my boxers to avoid revealing that his dick and/or the conversation had me horny.
After a pause, he asked, "You're hard aren't you?"
"Pardon?" I asked hearing his very accurate assumption, but trying to play dumb as I told my dick 'Go down, go down, go down.'
"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "Many straight guys get excited by my cock."
"I'm not excited by your cock," I lied, as I figured 'fuck it' and pulled off my boxers to reveal my completely erect five inch cock.
"I didn't mean you are some cock sucker," he said, "I'm just saying I tend to have an impact on straight white guys."
"You do, I guess," I laughed, as I got in the hot tub.
After a pause he asked, "So what is tomorrow's plan?"
"Go to the conference," I said, thinking that was pretty obvious.
"I meant after the sessions are done?" He asked.
"No idea," I shrugged. "There are some good restaurants here, I'm told."
We ended up talking for fifteen minutes about football, our useless principal, and how hot the new English teacher was, before he suddenly stood up.
Instantly, his cock was right in front of my face, just dangling there like forbidden fruit.
I thought about how the many stories I read often had moments like this... that pivotal moment where a straight guy crosses the line.
This could be my story.
But I wasn't that brave nor was I about to risk my professional relationship with a colleague, a colleague much younger than me.
He asked, "Want another drink?"
"Definitely," I agreed, handing him my empty glass, all the while trying, but failing, not to stare at his cock.
He walked away, seemingly oblivious to the impact he was having on me as my cock again hardened under the water.
When he returned a couple of minutes later, he handed me my drink, his dick again a couple inches from my face.
I couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing this on purpose... although I had met his hot blonde cheerleader girlfriend, who attended a local college.
He sat back down and we chatted sports for a while longer until he suddenly stood, lifted himself up and sat on the ledge with only his legs in the water.
His cock was again in perfect view...seemingly there to tempt me.
He kept talking about football as I tried not to glance down or stare at his cock... which was hard (not his cock, not looking at it and drooling like a coed slut)... like my own had again become at the sight of his impressive member and the idea of actually sucking cock for the first time.
Of course, like checking out a student with excessive cleavage, or Mrs. Walker and her amazing legs always encased in pantyhose, I couldn't resist taking quick glances.
It was a few minutes of vague listening, with me making a lot of agreement sounds, as an internal hunger grew inside me... my fantasy as well as the alcohol having me definitely thinking with the wrong head... about giving head (LOL).
Tyler changed the subject as he asked, "Are you hungry?"
"A little," I answered, instantly glancing down at his juicy cock.
Fuck, I just called my much younger colleague's cock 'juicy'.
"Just want a snack?" He asked, his tone shifting as I realized that my last quick glance had turned into a stare.
