Summary:
Straight teacher is turned by two ex-students (1 black, 1 white)
Notes: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and MAB7991 for editing.
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I was in a bar in the big city an hour from where I taught. One of my favorite eighties bands was playing and although my wife didn't want to come, I wasn't missing it for the world.
I wasn't in the bar five minutes when I heard my name being called out, "Mr. James, Mr. James!"
I turned around and saw two of my ex-students and former players from a couple of years ago coming towards me.
"Mr. James, what are you doing here?" asked Matt, the quarterback on my old team.
"Came to see Blonde Ambition," I said. "They were my favourite band when I was your age."
"I hear they're pretty good," said Jake, my big black linebacker, who would have gotten a full scholarship to college if he hadn't blown out his knee during his senior year in a devastating semi-final loss.
"A better question is what are you guys doing at a concert for some has been eighties band?" I asked.
Matt said, "We won tickets on the radio. Back stage passes, actually."
"No way," I said, acting as if I was a giddy teenager.
"Way," Jake joked. "Actually we are to go meet them in a few minutes."
"That is amazing," I said.
Matt added, "Yeah, they even had a limo to pick us up from the frat house."
"Nice," I said.
"Where is Mrs. James?" asked Jake.
"At home with the kids, she is not much of a club person," I answered.
"So you're going solo tonight," Jake joked.
"I suppose so," I shrugged, never really considering it like that.
Jake asked, "Can we get you a beer, Mr. James?"
"Sure," I shrugged, "but please, boys, call me Nathan."
"Go get us three beers, Matt," Jake ordered.
Matt immediately left to get us beers, which I thought slightly strange.
"Do you want to meet the band?" Jake asked.
"Really?" I asked. "You would give me your pass?"
"No, you can have Matt's," he replied.
"No, I couldn't do that," I said.
Jake said, "No, no, it's okay, he isn't really interest in meeting them anyway."
"I don't know," I said, finding it strange that Jake was speaking for Matt.
Matt returned with beers and Jake said, "Coach would like to meet Blonde Ambition."
"Hey, he can have my backstage pass," Matt instantly replied, Jake apparently being correct.
"You're sure?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Coach, I didn't even know who they are, I just came for the ride," Matt shrugged.
"Well thanks," I said, giddy with excitement at meeting my favourite band and the lead singer who I jerked off to a million times in high school and college.
"It's the least I can do after all you did for me," Matt said.
We drank our beers, I bought a round of shots and then I met the band. They were really nice, I got a picture with them, that I texted to my wife, and Maddie Wild, lead singer of Blonde Ambition, kissed me on the cheek. My cock was hard the rest of the night from the brief ten minutes of celebrity time. The concert was amazing as well, Maddie Wild dressed in her usual leather skirt and black pantyhose.
The guys and I drank and drank until I was definitely too drunk to drive the hour back home.
The concert done, the guys suggested I come and crash at their place. Thinking it was easier and cheaper than a hotel, I agreed.
I texted my wife I was staying overnight, which we had discussed may happen if I got tired, and I followed the boys out.
The limo was waiting out front for them, and Jake told the driver to take us on a drive through the city. A bottle of wine later, we were at their dorm room.
We were not in the dorm room five minutes, when I got the shock of my life.
Jake and Matt were sitting on the couch, while I was on a bean bag chair, when Jake snapped his fingers and Matt instantly moved off his seat, dropped to the floor and pulled Jake's cock out of his pants.
I stared in utter disbelief. First at Matt, my all star quarterback just a couple of years ago, dropping to his knees and then at the size of Jake's black cock. I mean, I had seen my players naked many times, knew that some guys were more blessed than others, but the cocks were always flaccid and not fully erect.
I didn't speak, I didn't blink as I watched Matt open his mouth and take Jake's huge cock in his mouth.
Jake asked, as if it wasn't strange to have his cock sucked in front of another guy, "So that band was pretty good."
"Y-y-yeah, they can still rock it," I said, moving my stare away from the shocking act and trying to make eye contact with Jake.
"And that singer was fucking hot," Jake continued.
I couldn't not stop watching the blow job happening before me, even as I agreed by admitting, "She was probably my greatest stroke fantasy."
"You horny, Coach?" Jake asked.
"Pardon?" I asked, somehow surprised by the question.
"Did you get horny watching that chick pump and grind?" He rephrased.
"Somewhat," I admitted, shrugging, "I'm a guy."
"Want Matt to suck your cock?" Jake asked out of the blue.
"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, surprised by the question even as I continued to watch Matt bob up and down on Jake's thick cock.
"Or do you want to replace Matt?" Jake questioned, a smile on his face.
"What?" I asked, before protesting, "I'm not gay."
"Me neither," Jake laughed. "But no one sucks cock like another guy, isn't that right cocksucker?"
Matt took the big black cock out of his mouth and admitted, looking directly at me, "Yes, Mr. James, once you have a guy suck you, no woman will ever do."
I laughed, even as my own cock grew against my will, "My wife does a decent job."
Jake snapped his fingers and Matt returned to sucking cock while Jake asked, "Not really much of an endorsement...decent."
"Fair enough," I shrugged.
"Are you hard right now, Coach?" He asked.
I didn't answer.
"No reason to be ashamed. Wanting to get your dick sucked doesn't make you gay. Christ, even sucking cock doesn't make you gay."
"I'm pretty sure it does," I countered, even as my cock flinched in my pants.
"If two girls dyke out it is hot," Jake said, "but that doesn't mean they're lesbians."
"It's not the same," I countered although I had no rational argument to back it.
"How so?" He asked.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Plus, there is just something in the male white boy psyche that they can't resist submitting to black cock," he added.
His words were silly, a cock is a cock, but I had to admit his cock was impressive and I couldn't stop staring at it. Trying to keep the strange situation light, I joked, "Is it really that black and white?"
"Pull out your cock, Coach," Jake instructed, ignoring my bad joke.
"I don't know," I replied, although the alcohol and Matt's slobbering noises had me ready to bust a nut.
"Do it," he ordered, his tone slightly authoritative.
I shrugged, "What the hell?" I fished out my stiff cock, not remotely thinking this through.
"Nice cock, Coach," Jake complimented.
"You too," I absurdly replied, as I absently began stroking my cock.
"Matt, take a look at Coach's cock," Jake suggested.
Matt took Jake's cock from his mouth, turned around and said, with a smile, "Did my cocksucking get that nice cock of yours hard, Coach?"
Before I could answer, he crawled between my legs and took it in his mouth. I involuntarily moaned out of both shock and pleasure. Unlike my wife, who never took more than the top couple of inches in her mouth, Matt deep-throated my six inch cock immediately.
Jake comforted, "Just relax, Coach, and enjoy Matt's mouth."
"Do I have a choice?" I joked, trying to act casual as an ex-student sucked my cock...easily getting the best blow job of my life.
Jake stroked his cock and I couldn't help but stare at it. His hand slowly moving up and down was like a hypnotist's watch. I couldn't help but suddenly wonder what it would be like to have his big black cock in my mouth.