This is my first time writing a complete fictional story and saga. I'm writing from the view point of a white guy James.
Here I am checking into my hotel for the next two weeks for a travel job I didn't want to do but it couldn't have come at a better time. Just a day earlier my girlfriend of 6 years decided to break up with me out of the blue. We met Junior year of college and seemed like we'd spend the rest of our lives together but she decided to end things and move across the country to LA. The only bright side was she still had to stay at our place for a week before she could move and lucky for I was going to be away for work and didn't have to see her again. I wasn't too worried about finding other girls as I'm very handsome 6'2 200lbs, very muscular and to boot I had a very nice 7inch pretty thick cock. I've had to turn down quite a few girls while out with friends and living in NYC id have no problem finding a girls but I laid there heartbroken and pissed off.
Instead of laying in my sadness I decided to get up and explore my new city for the next two weeks and luckily I was staying right in downtown near lots of bars and restaurants, thinking maybe I can find a nice lay tonight. After a short walk I decided to pop into this bar that looked up my alley, a dive bar but not too run down called "Spades" and had a Spade logo on the sign. I walk in and see its about half fun and entirely guys but think fuck it, I walked in and figured I'd have a drink and maybe some women would show up. I ordered a beer and looked around a little and through the mirror behind the bar I could see most of the place and started to realize something I missed... it's clearly a gay bar. I saw a few pride flags and the group of guys were more friendly and handsy than I noticed but being from NYC Im use to being around gay people and had friends over the years that were gay so it didn't bother me at all and thought whatever and enjoyed my beer. As I close to finishing my beer I hear thunder and look outside to see a complete downpour and without an umbrella I was pretty screwed when the bartender came up "Want another to wait out the rain? It's supposed to pass in 30 minutes or so" and ordered another. As I was looking out the window the door swung open and in walked a giant black man that was hard to look away from, I've never had a gay thought in my mind but I can always appreciate a great body as I took extremely good care of mine. This man was very tall probably 6'4 or 6'5 as he looked to have a couple inches on me and was a beast and jacked. It was clearly easy to see as he was wearing jeans and only an open leather vest so you could see his giant arms pecks and abs. I felt myself starring and quickly turned back to my beer hoping he didn't see me and got any ideas.
Out of the corner of my eye I see him pull the stool next to me and sit down and think to myself, damn I going to have to tell this guy Im not gay and its going to be awkward. He orders a beer from the bartender and surely says hi to me and introduces himself, Ian. I introduce myself and he says "You don't look like you frequent bars like this" and chuckles. I also laugh "No I don't, I didn't realize what kind of bar it was when I walked in but have no problem with it. Cant beat cold beer and not being stuck in the rain" to which he agrees and we cheers. We end up chatting for a little bit me explaining Im here for work for the next two weeks and staying near by. Somehow we got to the subject about my love life and there was something about him that was so charming and easy to open up to that I completely started blabbering at him telling him my whole break up story. It was actually nice being able to talk to someone about it and really open up since I hadn't talked to anyone about it yet besides letting people know we broke up. He was very sweet saying sorry to hear that and encouraging "At least you are still really young and helps to be a hot muscular guy in NYC. You'll have your pick of the litter" and we both laughed and I shyly agreed. After running on for a while I asked about himself, he was 40 married to a woman in his 20s but got divorced and came out around 30 and really been enjoying his life since.
At this point it had been just nice conversation with a new friend but as he was speaking about his life it started to take a change. "I will say once I came out finding people to have sex with was a lot easier! Woman you have to do some works but men just love to fuck" I laughed and said I can imagine. He then followed up and looking back i think was his first step in hitting on me "Hey now that you are single if you switched sides you clean up even more!" at that point I started to laugh to cover the awkwardness and said I wish. We ordered another beer even though the rain stopped but it was nice talking with someone so I thought fuck it. He went back to talking about guys being so easy and added to it "It really helps being a black man too especially in a city with so many white boys" Honestly a little confused and naive I asked whys that (dumb question). And he kind of grinned at me "Well white boys tend to have a thing for black guys, especially if they are big like myself. Don't think I've ever left this place without a one". I was honestly shocked at not only him speaking about this to me, a straight guy, but also that white guys were so into black guys. At that moment I think he could tell I was a little confused and asked me "When I mentioned bars like this earlier, what do you think I meant?" I paused for a second and looked around " a gay bar" and he laughed confusing me more. "Well you're not wrong but there is more to it here than just that. Notice anything else about the guys here?". I then looked around and noticed what I completely missed before, all the the guys who I noticed being handsy and all over each other were white guys on black guys. It hit me like holy fuck what did I get myself into, I need to get out of here.
I stuttered for a second and then quickly said I have to go and as I went to stand up Ian put his hand on my shoulder and said "Woah, no need to rush out. Finish your beer" without thinking I just sat back down. He didn't put any power into it and I could have easily gotten up and left but it was like I was under his control and just followed his orders. "I know you aren't gay and definitely didn't realize what this place was. No need to worry Im not going to do anything or force anything" and I started to calm down. "Sorry, I think it just shocked me a little" and took a big sip of my beer. "How about we get out of here, I live right around the corner and have a fridge of better beer than they serve here. Don't worry I would never force anyone to do anything they didn't want. We can watch the Sunday night football game and just relax". I have no idea why I didn't just leave and go back to my hotel like I wanted to in my head but instead I said ok and followed him out, what was happening to me and why was I following this man who basically told me he comes here to find white boys to fuck? Clearly I knew what he wanted and it was to fuck me but for some reason I couldn't say no and again followed his orders.
As we got outside all I could think is anyone in that bar saw me, a white boy, leave with this huge jacked black man in just a leather vest assuming he was going to fuck me and what did anyone in the street think seeing us together? Very quickly we were at his place and once in the elevator he mentioned how excited he was for this game and started talking football like that whole conversation at the bar didn't just happen. It honestly eased my nerves and made me relaxed again as it was nice to have a friend to hangout with for a little and to really keep my mind off the breakup. His place was really nice as I sat on the couch in the living room and he handed me a beer and turned the game on. We chatted about the NFL for a little bit saying who our teams were and just football in general for a little while. At this point I basically forgot all about the conversion at the end of our time at the bar and it was just 2 friends hanging out watching the game. That lasted until half time...
He went to get us beers and I went to the bathroom and when I came back he lost the best and put gym shorts on and I could easily see the imprint of his cock "Hope you don't mind it just gets so warm in here and I wanted to get comfortable" my mind went back to thinking he was trying to fuck me but this time I didn't even make a move to leave and just said "No, all good I get it" and sat down diagonal from him. He in a chair as we were talking and with no game on we were looking at each other and started to lean back and as he did his cock started to come out the leg of his shorts. I've been in locker rooms and showers and seen other guys cocks before but this was like nothing I've seen before, it was clearly still soft and but the thickness was insane and only seeing part of it I knew I was long too all while still soft. Not wanting him to know I saw it I quickly moved my head up which made it even more obvious "Oh shit, sorry about that!" as he moved up and adjusted his shorts "I don't usually wear underwear and forgot how short these shorts are". I was still in awe of it and for the first time started to feel things I've never felt about another man, I was actually turned on by him. To make things worse I could feel my cock start to get hard and my pants were fairly tight and light which would not hide it so I tried to adjust but that only made it obvious what was happening. I was really hoping we'd move on being terrified that he'd make a move and also terrified of what I was feeling but he knew what was going on in my mind.
"Now you could probably see why I get so many white boys" as he laughed and I awkwardly laughed hoping to make it better and said "I think so". My hopes of moving on were gone and he knew he had me "Have you ever seen a black mans cock before?" I had no idea what to say and in my mind all I thought was get up and leave but my body just wouldn't move. "I'm guessing no because I've definitely seen that look before. It's ok, I know it's big and shocking for a white boy". He's now calling me white boy? Before he used it for the ones he fucked but now he called me white boy, what was happening why wasn't I getting up and leaving? It's like I had no control of my body and let out "I haven't, that's definitely a big one". He grinned at me like he was moving in for the kill "Want to see the whole thing?" before I could even answer he stood up and started to move towards me "Of course you do" as he pulled his shorts all the way down revealing his entire cock, completely soft but still so big as he sat next to me on the couch.
It was like I was in a trance and my eyes are now completely fixated on this black mans cock I just met and I couldn't look away, I didn't want to look away. He had his hand wrapped around it and slowly started to stroke it and he somehow was getting even bigger "Don't worry I get it's impressive and shocking. Seeing black cock for the first time is definitely an experience for a white boy. You can touch it if you'd like". I opened my mouth wanting to say no and just started to stuttered when he cut me off before I could get anything out "What am I saying of course you do, go on feel it, put your hand around it and feel that big black cock". My body was completely out of my control and my hand slowly moved to his cock and wrapped my fingers around it in awe of the size and thickness and without even needed to be cold I slowly started to stroke it and he let out a deep manly moan "Fuck white boy, how's it feel to get your hands on a black cock?". I couldn't believe what was happening and what I was doing and why wasnt up getting up and running out of there but finally I spoke "It's so big". He laughed and moaned "yes it is, and it tastes great too. Want do you put your mouth on it?". I wanted to taste it so badly but my mind was telling me no leave! "I dont.. I dont... I cant" and then he completely switched his demeanor and in a stern loud snap "I said suck that black dick white boy". I was filled with a mix of fear but even more powering was how much him demanding I suck his cock turned me on and I bent over and put my mouth on his cock while stroking it rubbing my tongue all over the head taste his precum and uncontrollably let out a moan like a slut and quickly instinct took over and Im not moving my mouth up and down this giant black cock. "Fuck yes! UUGGGHH you are a natural. All you white boys are black cock sluts". I cant even understand what is happening and as I hear that I uncontrollably let out a moan and feel my dick twitch. Why is this man degrading me turning me on?
Still trying to comprehend how Im in the situation where I'm not only sucking this black mans cock but I'm loving it and turned on so much and he clearly knows it. "You like daddy's black cock dont you white boy?" and without even thinking I just moan out "mmmhhhmmm" while slobbering and stroking his cock. He yanks my head off his cock leaving me panting and breathing heavy with spit dripping down my chin "Tell me how much you like it!" again his demanding degrading demeanor turns me on even more and again without thinking I let him know "I love your black cock daddy!" I cant believe what just came out of my mouth and the fact that it just flowed out without thinking. He pushes me onto my knees in front of him and shoved my mouth back onto his cock "Thats fucking right faggot" and again I uncontrollably let out a loud moan. Why the fuck am I turned on by a man calling me a faggot? what is happening to me? Even as my mind is racing all I can do is go to town on this giant cock and I love it, it feels so natural to be sucking this black daddy and worshipping his cock.
My face is a complete mess covered in my own spit as continue to worship his beautiful huge black cock still in disbelieve of what Im doing and how much I actually love it. Ian continues to talk to me and degrade me and it just continues to somehow turn me on even more "So glad I found you white boy. Show you your proper place taking a black mans cock like the good little faggot you are" the more degrading he gets the hotter it is and I cant stop moaning in response only making him go further. I then feel his hands grip my head as he guides me up and down his cock and goes from degrading to me to grunting, I try and look up and see his head lean back and he speaks again "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he pulls my head off his cock and now stands over me stroking his cock as I kneel there and instinctively open my mouth with my tongue out like a dog waiting for its treat "Here it comes white boy!" and he begins to shoot his load onto my face and into my mouth. Rope after rope of this thick cum like I could never imagine and he continues to shoot and I cant believe how much cum he has. My entire face is covered and mouth filled wtih cum as I swallow it and savior the test. He rubs his cock all over his cum and starts to put it in my mouth as I suck the cum off his cock until my face is clean.
Ian stood over me head whipped back breathing heavy and still grunting lightly as I stayed on my knees catching my breathe and still in complete disbelieve having just sucked a black mans cock and let him cum on my face then feed me his cum and gladly swallow it all. "Fuck you truly are a natural. All white boys are but damn you are top tier" I didn't know what to say and the only thing that came out was "Thank you" which I couldn't believe i said but honestly I did feel proud when he told me that. I got up and I got dressed and started to leave when he came up to me "Don't need to answer now but if you want more stop by the Spade tomorrow night. But know, if you aren't there by 8 I'm taking another white boy" as he slapped and gripped my ass.
I got back to my hotel and really started to think what the fuck just happened, that could not be real. Im not gay, but I just sucked a black mans cock who constantly degraded me and came all over my face and yet I loved every second of it. I tried to tell myself it was a one time thing and would never happen again and I think I started to believe that, at least until the next day... But that's the next chapter.
