At the end of my senior year of high school, I had just turned 18 and was looking to have some fun with all the upcoming parties. I had just quit my part time job after I paid off my car and had plenty of time to spare. Because I was young looking, it was not until my senior year that I got invited to parties. Even now I was told that I looked only 15 or 16. I worked out a lot and spent as much time at the beach as possible, but my young looking face and 5'6" frame always made people think I was younger. Even so, I was very fit with a firm body, round ass and great tan lines.
The closer to the end of the school year we got, the more parties there were to attend. It was a great time as I was meeting a lot of girls and getting to know people that I previously just passed in the halls. I was having a good time socializing but I was not having any luck intimately with girls I met. This was made even worse by my ex-girlfriend who continued to tell negative stories about me to anyone that would listen. In fact, a lot of older guys attended these parties and after a few drinks began flirting with me thinking I was gay. One of these men was a former English teacher at our school and the uncle of a girl that I graduated with.
He was in his early 40's, black, about 6' tall and a muscular 200 pounds. His presence stood out among all the white teenagers. My friend Janice introduced him as Uncle Bob and told him my name was Timmy (Tim) as she walked away giggling. Bob was very friendly, but made me uncomfortable with his wandering eyes. As I was talking to other people, his eyes keep following me around the room. Just as the party was winding down, Bob approached me and asked if I wanted to go to his car and smoke a joint. I politely passed but began to feel nervous and started heading for the door. Ahead of me, I saw Janice talking to Bob just before he walked out the door. Before I reached the door myself, Janice grabbed my arm and insisted I go to her party the next night. She said the party would be mostly black, but said there'll be some white ho's to make things interesting. I reluctantly told her I would be there. All the way home I keep rethinking her "white ho's" comment.
My parents were going on a cruise for a week and were leaving that Saturday morning. I was told that our neighbor Michael would be checking in on me to make sure I didn't have a party or do something foolish. It was fine with me. I cleaned Michael's pool every summer and we often joked around while swimming with him. He was in his mid 30's, very friendly and I guessed a real ladies man. As soon as they left, I cracked a bottle of Bourbon and lite up a joint in preparation for the evening. When it was time to leave, I was too wasted to drive and called Janice to tell her I wouldn't make it. She said there was no way I was not coming and sent someone to pick me up.
That someone turned out to be her Uncle Bob. He came to the door and it surprised me. But he was very polite and waited outside the door while I finish getting ready. When I walked outside he asked me if my parents were upset about me being picked up by an older black man. I carelessly told him not to worry because they were out of town. He remained very polite and opened the car door for me. I commented on how beautiful his Escalade was and we started some small talk about cars on the way to the party. But I was feeling that him picking me up was not a coincidence. When we got to the party he even opened the door for me to get out.
It was already 10 o'clock when we arrived in the party was going pretty well. I got a sense of what Janice meant by the white ho's as there were two blonde girls and one redhead who kept disappearing into the bedrooms with black guys. They appeared to be the entertainment for the night but that left me wondering why I was there. That question was soon answered by some older black men who would talk me up then try and feel me up. I kept drinking and tried to enjoy myself in spite of this, but it was obvious I was supposed to be a white boy fuck toy for the evening. I confronted Janice with this and she just laughed and said if you're not a fag now you will be after tonight.
I decided to leave but before hand I needed to use the restroom. I went to the back of the house and opened what I thought was the bathroom door. It turned out to be a bedroom and I saw the redheaded girl bent over taking a huge black cock up her ass. I stood there in awe for a minute as I watched probably a 12 inch cock disappearing into her butt hole. When I came to my senses,I just headed for the front door. I was wasted and didn't know how I was going to get home but before I got outside Bob tapped me on the shoulder. He offered to drive me home and I was greatly relieved. He also apologized for Janices mistake in assuming I was Gay or bisexual. Bob had a joint in his hand and offered it to me. We finished it in the car before we left. Bob could see that it was pretty upset and he reached over and gave me a hug. It actually felt good to comforted and I hugged him back.
He hugged me again and this time he gave me a small kiss on my cheek. It became obvious that in spite of our conversation he was still flirting with me. In my wasted state, I made the mistake of not objecting to the kiss. In my mind I thought it was better to be dealing with one guy I sort of knew versus a room full of horny black men. Than he started massaging my thigh and as I looked down I saw a huge bulge in his pants. Before I could ask him if we could leave now, he kissed me on the lips and I let his tongue go into my mouth. We kissed for a while as his hands reached down and grabbed my ass. This was all so surreal but I was letting it happen. He finally released his kiss, smiled at me and started the car. I sat there in a little bit of shock with what I had allowed to happen.
As we drove to my house it became clear that Bob had been interested in me for a long time. He told me that he was attracted to me back when he taught at our school.
He said that it was not only my attractiveness but the way I carried myself in an effeminate way. I had never seen this in myself but when he said how I bounced when I walked and smiled over my shoulder, I saw his point. As he talked, the weird thing was he didn't see this attraction to me as gay. He saw me more as a woman than a boy. The way he talked about me became more and more flattering. I had never had anyone be so complementary before even if he did think of me as a sissy bitch. When we got to my house I could not help but to invite him in for a drink. I had a strong sense of where that would take me.
Bob told me he would wait on the couch for me as I got some bourbon for both of us. I was feeling very high when I came in with the drinks. Bob sat on the couch and just smiled as I walk toward him. I handed him his drink and tried to sit down and he said don't. I hesitated and he said firmly don't sit down. He told me to take off my clothes and show him what I had. A moment of sobriety sweep over me. Was this really happening. Again he said firmly take off your clothes. They were dropping to the floor as I stood in front of this huge black man. He asked me to turn around to show him what I got. I did as he asked.
Bob pulled me to the couch and started kissing me. It felt odd but a little excited to be naked and making out with a 40ish black man. He kissed on my neck and down to my nipples. Than he stopped and told me to get him another drink. When I didn't react fast enough, he smacked me hard on my bare ass. He told me to move my slut ass and I ran to get his drink. I got back with the drink quickly, handed it to him and regained my spot at his side. While he finished his drink he told me what his plan was for me.
He told me I was to stop calling him Bob and start calling him Daddy. Daddy said we were going to spend the week getting me turned out. With my parents out of town, we would spend the weekend and the evenings when he was off to teach me to take black cock. Daddy said once his black seed started to get into my system, there would be a natural feminine change and I would love being a sissy slut fag. I was a little numb at the direction I was being lead but too drunk and curious to argue.
He took my naked body in his arms again and began kissing me again. I made sure to to meet his tongue with mine. He had both hands wrapped around me and started playing with my butt hole. I gave into whatever need he wanted. Then he looked me in the eye and said I want to taste your pussy. I knew immediately what he meant. I got up, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. He started by licking the length of my crack while rhythmically smacking my cheeks. After a few minutes of this, he forced his tongue into my hole as I let out a wine. He proceeded to eat out my boy pussy as I moaned continually. He saliva coated my asshole and ran down my thighs.
Daddy was very hot for me at this point. He loosened his pants and finally released the monster bulge that was fighting to get out. It sprang forward as I was being pushed to my knees and smacked me in the face. His black cock was 11"s long and as thick as my forearm. He told me to suck it and guided me to the thick mushroom head that was leaking pre-cum. Daddy told me to lick away the sticky mess and I did. Once I swallowed the pre-cum, I began sucking this massive black dick and huge balls.
I started sucking just past the head than I would get more forced down my throat until I gagged. Soon saliva was coating his whole cock and dripping on his balls. Daddy guided me down to his balls and I would lick them dry while I stroked his wet shaft. Than back to the top again to gag on more inches. His dark black cock glistened as I worked away at it. The whole time daddy was telling me what a good nigger slut I was and that I was born to be a black man's sissy. After 30 minutes, he was pounding my numb throat than tensed up, forced his black cock as deep as he could and began shooting his massive load into my belly. I could not keep up swallowing it and his cum started leaking out of my mouth and even out of my nostrils.
When he pulled his cock from my mouth, more ropes of jizz landed on my face, hair and chest as I fell to the floor trying to catch my breath. A barely laid there a minute when daddy smacked my ass again and made me get up to lick his cock and balls clean.
