Summary:
White friend discovers the joy of BBC while hanging out.
Note: Thanks, as always to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story.
It was after a couple hours of shooting hoops on a Sunday afternoon that my sexual awakening began.
Ben said, "Let's go back to my place and play some NBA2K."
"I need to shower first," I demurred, dripping with sweat after two hours of strenuous basketballing in the Southern California sun.
"You can shower at my place," he offered, as he texted someone.
"Sure, that works," I shrugged. Ben was the starting point guard on our high school basketball team and had taken me under his wing during the past couple of weeks to help me get my act together. I was a decent shooter, a great passer, but only an average defender. And on our team, anything average didn't make the cut, although Coach had high praise for my potential. He'd made it clear that if I aspired to be one of the starting five, I needed to improve my defence.
Five minutes later we were at Ben's house, which was in the sketchier part of town; he and I literally lived on the opposite boundaries of our school zone. His sperm donor, as he called him disparagingly, had been MIA his entire life, so his mom worked two jobs to pay the bills and he often had the house to himself. How he even had an Xbox and the new NBA game was a mystery. Yet even though he lived in an area that had a few gangbangers around, he seemed not to be any part of it.
I hopped into his shower and had a long, but not too long, shower. I always kept a clean set of clothes in my duffle bag, as sometimes I ended going out after ball to buddies' or my girlfriend's house.
I got dressed and headed down to the basement, where I was shocked to see someone on their knees between Ben's legs, seemingly sucking his dick.
What the fuck?
I knew Ben wasn't gay. He was dating a hot white college girl. A cheerleader, to boot.
Yet as the guy's head bobbed, it was clear he was sucking Ben's dick.
To make it even stranger, if that was possible, Ben was meanwhile playing Xbox. He looked up and saw me and said, not acknowledging the elephant in the room, "Get over here; I'm getting my ass kicked."
I walked over, still unable to see who was sucking him, when I froze in confusion.
"Dude, grab a controller," Ben ordered, annoyed at my hesitation.
I reached onto the beat up coffee table and grabbed a controller.
"Sit down... fuck!" Ben barked at me, still acting like his getting a blow job was beneath anyone's notice.
I did, and glanced over to see two things that surprised me.
1. Although I knew Ben was well endowed, he bragged he was ten inches when hard, and I had seen it soft in the showers many times, it looked massively thick now that it was hard.
2. The guy sucking his cock was a rich prep boy and all-around asshole named Dennis White.
Ben asked, finally acknowledging what was happening, "Are you going to play, or just watch Dennis suck my dick?"
"Play," I gulped, suddenly feeling sheepish for watching him get his dick sucked.
"Good," Ben said, as I turned my attention to the television screen.
For the next few surreal minutes I tried to focus on the game, but I couldn't help but glance over quite frequently to watch Dennis sucking Ben's cock. For a guy who was a genuine asshole racist and always shooting his mouth off, it seemed kind of ironic justice to have his loud mouth plugged and silenced by a black dick.
Yet so many questions swirled around in my head.
How had this begun? I assumed today wasn't the first time.
Why wasn't Dennis humiliated to be caught sucking dick? Although perhaps he was. But the way he was sucking didn't indicate any lack in enthusiasm.
And equally, why wasn't Ben embarrassed for me to witness someone sucking his dick?
How had Dennis gotten here so quickly? He lived close to me, in the largest house in our upscale and very white community, his daddy being a rich corporate lawyer.
Why did I keep looking?
Why was my own dick hard?
"Get your head in the game," Ben snapped, after I lost the ball because I was distracted by Dennis with a mouth full of cock.
"Sorry," I apologized, trying to focus on the game.
"He'll suck you too if you want," Ben said, not looking at me at all, but added, "although he prefers black cock hands down, don't you cock sucker?"
Dennis stopped sucking for a moment and replied to the question without looking at me, "Yes, I always prefer big black cock."
"Holy fuck," I said, hearing that admission somehow being more shocking, or at least
as
shocking as watching him suck cock. Hearing the privileged Dennis being called a cock sucker was equally stunning. And Dennis also being offered up to suck me as well, with or without his consent, was even more stunning. Truth be told, there was a lot of shocking information coming my way, and it was hard to process it all.
"Focus, you idiot, fuck!" Ben snapped, as Dennis resumed sucking.
"Sorry, but this is really weird," I finally acknowledged.
"What is?" Ben asked, as if the only weird thing was my inattention to the game.
"Your getting blown by a guy," I finally stated the obvious.
"Why? They suck dick better than girls do," Ben answered.
"They?" I asked, thinking Dennis wasn't gay. He was dating the very pretty Penelope.
"White boys," he answered.
"What?" I asked, even though I'd heard him properly.
"Or white men," he added.
"What?" I repeated. Each answer from Ben only posing more questions.
"White guys love sucking black cock," Ben answered.
I had previously heard from Ben, as well as seen on online sites, that women loved what was called in porn a BBC, but he'd never before mentioned guys. He had dated a few very hot white girls and was now dating a college girl, so I still couldn't fathom why he'd have any need for a guy.
That said, Dennis was sucking his cock in a way I'd never seen a girl suck mine.
He was definitely eager.
Definitely taking more into his mouth than any girl had ever taken of mine.
I had assumed deep throating existed only in porn. Yet although Dennis wasn't taking all ten inches of Ben's big dick down his throat, he was definitely taking eight or so of it... two inches more than I had available between my legs.
"That's ridiculous," I finally said, although taking way too long to reply.
"Is it?" he asked, as he slam dunked two points (on the screen).
"Yes," I said, as I tried to focus on the game. We were up by one with a minute left.
"I have a dozen white guys I can text, and they'll literally drop whatever they're doing to rush over and suck me," Ben said, as we gave up the lead.
"
Sure
they will," I said sarcastically, although he wasn't normally one to brag without being able to back things up. Whether it was on the court where he was a stud, or with the chicks where he was also a stud. I still couldn't process why he felt he needed to have a guy blow him, when there were lots of girls who would do that and lots more... regardless of anyone's race.
"Dennis, what were you doing when I texted you?" Ben asked, as he gave up the lead.
"Hanging out with Eve," Dennis answered, not exhibiting the shame he should feel not only for sucking dick, but also for doing it while another guy watched.
"And last time?" Ben asked, as I shot a three pointer, giving us a two-point lead. "Nice shot."
"Thanks."
"I was at church," Dennis answered, as our computerized opponents tied the game with only twelve seconds left.
"And what did you end up worshipping?"
"Your big black cock," Dennis admitted,
"And I baptized you generously, didn't I?" Ben smirked.
"With a big load of cum all over my faggot-for-BBC face," Dennis replied, as the shocks just kept appearing, as I made a two-point shot for the lead.
"Which do you prefer... my dick, or Eve's pussy?" Ben asked as he stole the ball and went for a lay-up.
"No brainer... your dick," Dennis answered without hesitation. Eve was a beautiful blonde cheerleader and someone I'd jerked off over many times. That he would choose sucking Ben's cock over fucking Eve seemed unfathomable. Yet the cock in his hand seemed to make it rather fathomable, just not from my viewpoint.
"And if I ordered you to suck Kevin's dick right after mine?" Ben asked as the time ran out and we achieved a four-point win.
"I'd suck it until he came in my mouth," Dennis answered, although he had still not yet even glanced my way. It appeared he'd be doing it for Ben's pleasure, not for mine or his own.
"This is too weird," I said, which was true. Although I couldn't explain the erection in my pants. I was about to stand up, but I didn't want my erection to be noticed.
Ben snapped his fingers, and like a trained dog, Dennis resumed sucking.
"Hey, a mouth is a mouth," Ben continued. "Plus, cock suckers don't want anything in return but your load. No heart to hearts, no cuddling afterwards, no spending money on flowers and shit."
"So you'd rather get sucked by a guy than a girl?" I asked, the question absurd.
"For sure," Ben nodded. "How many girls have sucked you off and swallowed?"
"Two," I replied. One being a MILF in her fifties who'd sucked me in the back alley of a bar, and my last girlfriend who only did it once... when she was quite drunk... and then swore never again.
"Every white cock sucker guy swallows," Ben declared, before adding, "or he takes a facial. How many girls have taken a facial for you?"
"One less than one," I answered, something I had always wanted to do. It looked cool in the porn movies, but alas, real women didn't seem to be into it at all. Porn was stupid for making sex seem so simple, accessible and kinky.
"I've given Dennis facials twice," Ben said, as Dennis bobbed on his cock.
"I still can't believe Dennis is a dick sucker," I said.
"You wouldn't believe how many seemingly straight white boys you know have sucked my dick," Ben said.
"Only white guys?" I asked, his constant inclusion of that word white making this homosexual encounter become also about race, which I thought was absurd in 2020. I had dated a Spanish girl, a Philippine girl, a few whites, and a mixed race Asian. I didn't see girls' race, I just saw a pretty face, a nice ass, a great pair of legs or a firm rack.
"For the most part," he agreed. "Sure, there's the odd black or Asian twink, but mostly they're white."
"Weird," I said.
