I have been happily married for twelve years and still am although I have another sexual side to me that wife does not know of. I have a thing for black cock. I am average in size white man with an average cock, which I believe has fed my fascination with a well-endowed cock. It being black only adds to the taboo's excitement. I am thirty-three fairly fit and decent looking. I had a good share of women before I was married. I love to hunt and fish in my spare time.
It all started a few years ago when I saw Dante in the restroom at work. He stood there with his pants and underwear off changing to go to a funeral right after work. I looked in awe at the black piece of meat, which hung between his legs. I know he caught me looking because when I looked up he was staring in my eyes.
I found myself growing erect when thinking about it. I got a visual fixation of him on a daily basis. I started trying to be in the restroom when he was at times to get a glimpse of it. He knew I wanted to see it because he would intentionally not zip up until he turned around from taking a piss. I had never thought about men before. The first sight of his cock must have triggered some deeply regressed sexual impulse which lurked all these years.
I would become excited of these encounters.
It was on a Thursday afternoon that he asked me if I would like to go to a local bar a have a beer and shoot some pool. I gladly accepted and called my wife to tell her where I was going. She did not think anything of it.
I followed Dante downtown where he hung out. It was a black neighborhood; I had never really hung out around any black people on personal time. I felt uneasy as we went inside, only blacks were in there with the exception of a few white women.
Dante got each of us a beer and we went to the back room to shoot pool.
I was feeling more comfortable after a few beers and Dante and I began to chat more personally until he started asking some serious questions.
"So what you think about black men?" He asked of me, fishing for some deeper information.
"I like black people." I said, not sure what he wanted to know.
"Nah, you know what I am talking about Mike, What you think about black men sexually."
"Oh I don't know, what should I think?"
"Man come off of it, I seen you looking at my dick." He blurted out a little frustrated. I thought some people overheard him.
I tried to quite down a bit. "Well I saw how big it was that's all."
"Nah, you liked it, you don't keep looking like that when you want something."
Oh Shit, I thought, he thinks I want it, well, he knows I want it. I did not know what to say.
"So you thought about doing a man before?" He asked.
"I don't know."
"Shit man quit playing games." Then he walked closer to me, whispered in my ear. "I think you want to blow me."
I turned red all over, I looked at him, and he was looking intensely into my eyes. I held the cue stick, lying on the table. He stood in front of me leaning on his stick as if waiting for a response of some kind.
I whispered, "Yeah." He almost had to read my lips. I didn't say anything else, I was shocked I said that.
"Come on; let's go out to the car."
I followed him out the door, black people hung out front, talking drinking and laughing. We walked by all of them. He spoke to some as he went by as if he saw them frequently. I did not say anything, only followed his lead. It was dark and hot outside as he led us to the back corner of the parking lot.
Dante drove a Cadillac. I noticed the deep tinted windows as he opened the back door. The two of us slid in, I never said a word.
I became very nervous as he said, "I want you to pull it out."
I looked around, it was dark, and no one was in this part of the parking lot.
"I don't know about this Dante." I said with great apprehension.
"Nah man don't blow it now, you here, pull it out and suck it."
I reached my hand to his crotch fumbling for the button. I had to bend down some to see. My knees had fallen to the floorboard of this roomy back. I found myself unzipping, knowing what lie inside.
Dante raised his hips and I pulled his pants free of his body. His cock flopped out of his trousers still flaccid. He spread his legs and leaned back.
"Go ahead and feast on it Mike." He said as he lay his head back.
I stared at it for a moment. The streetlight pierced through the tinted windows enough for me to make out the details of his cock. The veins in it protruded massively along the thick shaft.
I slowly lowered my head to it, I looked at the large head on last time before opening my mouth.
My heart pounded in my chest. My hand shook as I took the shaft and fisted it. My mouth grew ever closer until the head was inside my white mouth.
I grew dizzy as I started sucking. It was unbelievable. The fantasies I had were now a reality; I had his black dick in my mouth in the back seat of his car. We were in public hidden by the darkness and the tint of the windows. I started working his cock in my wet mouth. Slowly I slid my mouth as far down the shaft as I could. I wanted to take him as deep as I could. I stopped and jerked his cock a little.
I had now begun a slow stroking of his shaft while I massage the black bulbous head with my mouth and tongue. My tongue explored the head finding the hole in which pre-cum oozed. I licked and sucked it, cleaning it up.
I took my mouth from the head and ran my wet lips up and down the lengthy shaft. I could feel its massive size as he moaned. I knew I was sucking him good. I went down to his black balls and licked all around while continuing to stroke.
I just noticed how hard I was. I reached down to free my little white cock from the confines of my jeans.
I reached back up and started stroking Dante again. I licked and kissed the inside of his thighs, working my way back up to his nuts. I licked and sucked under his nuts. I felt them lying across my cheek.
I could not wait to get his dick back in my mouth. I worked back up to it and slid my mouth over the head once again. I rotated my head back and forth. I slobbed his dick while I picked up the pace on stroking.
Every now and then, I could hear someone walk by going in or out of the bar. I heard a small group walk by one time with laughter and talking. I could make it the voices were coming from two white women a few black men. I did not know if they could make out what was going on inside or not.
At one point I almost became panicked thinking, "What am I doing, I am a married white man in the back seat sucking this black mans dick."
The excitement of the taboo overwhelmed me though. I sucked wildly now. I started milking him with my hand, and my mouth trying to suck cum from him. My head started bobbing up and down.
"That's it boy, keep sucking, keep sucking, don't take ya mouth off." He said as I knew he was getting close to cumming.
I stroked faster, I sucked and slobbed wetter. My tongue worked feverishly over the hole of his dick.
Dante grabbed my head holding it tight in his hands as he began thrusting upwards as if he was fucking my face. He was.
"Oh fuck Mike, suck it, that's it. SUCK IT MIKE SUCK IT DAMN DAMN MAN DAMN...AAAAHHHHHHH SHITTTTT AHHHH FUCK YESSSSSS." He grunted and bucked.
I felt the eruption in my mouth as he overfilled me. Warm thick jizm surged forth forcing its way out of the sides of my mouth. I kept sucking and jacking his dick. I wanted to get it all out before stopping. I did.
Dante lay back in the seat now, his dick still in my mouth, cum all over my lips and chin.
I withdrew his cock and rubbed the head around my mouth. I swallowed some of the cum as I lapped at the head.
I was at a loss for words as I just looked up, cum dripped from my chin. He reached up front gathering some napkins and told me to wipe my mouth.
"Damn boy you can suck cock." He grinned.
I buttoned up and got out of the car. Dante followed me out of the car and said, "That ain't the last time is it?" He questioned me raising his eyebrows.
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