My New Black Friend

This all started in the late summer of 2020. It seemed like things were going crazy in the world, between the pandemic and America’s racial reckoning, things were pretty heated out there in the world. And in our house was no exception.

My wife, who like me is very white, and I have been having arguments over all sorts of things. Both of us were spending a lot of time at home in our apartment, working from home and locked down, and the stress was getting to us.

Long story short, one day her friend was over and we were all having a few drinks. Talk of current events led to discussions about racism, and somehow the topic of having black friends came up. Basically, her friend more or less accused me of being racist for not having any current black friends. It’s not that I didn’t know and black people, its just that I was in my thirties at this point and really didn’t hang out with too many people period.

The conversation was weird for a little bit, but after a while it seemed back to normal. The night went on and my wife’s friend left after a few more drinks. I had a buzz going and thought I would get ready for bed, but boy was I wrong. As soon as my wife closed the door she turned around and glared at me, her face flush with anger and alcohol.

She told me that she was mortified, and berated me for not being progressive enough or open minded or whatever, echoing some of the things her friend said earlier. I was hurt and insulted. I wasn’t racist, its just that any black people I knew growing up I fell out of touch with. We argued for a bit and she basically told me I needed to make some black friends.

Fast forward a few months and a bunch of white-guilt-ridden Facebook messages to former friends and acquaintances, and I have some plans to hang out with a friend from college that recently moved into the downtown area by where we live. His name was Howard and we had a few classes together. His new apartment was a few blocks from the bar he suggested, and he recently got divorced from a girl he met after college.

Fast forward a few hours and a bunch of drinks later, and we are having a great time. We were more acquaintances in college, but we were really getting along and having fun. Howard said he was doing good after the divorce, and was talking up his new bachelor pad. He looked good too, and it was obvious that he kept himself in better shape than I had the past few years.

I ended up sheepishly telling him the reason why I ended up hitting him up. He laughed and shrugged, saying that I wasn’t the only one to do this recently. When I asked what he meant he said that a lot of white people sent him messages to be, and he made air quotes, allies. He then made a joke about the guilty white girls making it easier to go through the divorce.

I was pretty drunk when he asked if I wanted to go to his place to smoke some weed. It had been a while for me at that point, but I said yes and we walked the couple of blocks to his place. We walked through the small lobby and went up the elevator a few floors. His door was a few apartments away from the elevator.

It was a nice apartment. Big open floor plan, big windows, and a bit television. He gave me a little tour before sitting down on the couch with me. He put on some YouTube video on the TV before excusing himself to use the bathroom and change real quick.

I texted my wife that I would be home late and what was going on. She replied back quick and seemed excited that I was going to make a new friend. After a few minutes Howard came back out, now wearing gym shorts and a wifebeater tank top, with two beers in one hand and a little box in the other.

He passes me a beer and pulls out some marijuana from the box, quickly and deftly rolling a blunt. He puts it on the table then walks into the kitchen, putting the box down and grabbing an ashtray. I drunkenly watch him walk. He seems to be holding his alcohol better than me, but he was also a few inches taller and in way better shape. I could see his back muscles through the tank top as he walked back, and found myself wondering how much he worked out. When he turns around to walk back, I found myself wondering if he had a six pack under there. I felt like I was staring, so I quickly turned away and took out my phone, feeling embarrassed. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

We smoke a blunt and watch some more YouTube videos. Random stuff, from music videos to funny video compilations. I quit about halfway though the blunt. I didn’t smoke that much these days and I was feeling messed up.

After a little while it gets quiet and we zone out into our phones. The algorithm is picking out next videos when suddenly it cuts off and is replaced with a clip of what I quickly realize is an amateur porn, featuring a big black guy fucking a blonde girl from behind.

“Oh shit,” Howard laughed, “I didn’t mean to do that,” he laughed again “My bad.”

“What, were you just watching porn on your phone there?” I asked, incredulously.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “So what if I was?”

You could hear the girl getting absolutely railed. The slap of his hips on her ass, her moans as he fucked her good.

“It’s just weird, I guess,” I said.

“You don’t like what you see?” he laughed, “I didn’t mean to put it on the TV.”

The rhythmic sound of the couple fucking on the screen continued. I felt my face turn red. I mumbled something incoherent. He laughed again. You could hear the blond girl moan with pleasure.

“I think you do like what you see,” he laughed, “I know I do. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll turn it off.”

Truth is, he was right. I watched interracial porn like this all the time. I just never watched it with another guy, let alone a black guy. It was one of my personal secrets, that I watched stuff like his all the time. This wasn’t my first time seeing a big black dick go into a little white girls, but I never wanted anyone to know how much I liked it.

I felt my face go flush. I mumbled something about it being weird with other people around. He laughed again. The guy on the screen pulled out and shot a big load on this woman’s ass and back. Now this algorithm played another video. This time with a brunette.

“Its alright man,” he said while he sparked back up the half blunt that was in the ashtray. “A lot of people like this,” he gestured at the screen. “Black guys, white guys, white girls, I dunno what it is. But I didn’t mean to put it on the TV. Let me turn it off.”

“You keep saying that,” I mumbled. The girl on the screen was on her knees, two white hands around a massive black dick.

“Sorry, but I do like what I see here,” he laughed again, “Its good racial harmony, you know? Moving forward. Together.” the girl on the screen gagged. “I know you watch this kind of stuff by yourself all the time. It’s good to see, right?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean I do,” I stammered, face feeling redder than ever, “Its just with somebody here and…” I trailed off.

“I’ll turn it off in a minute, this only has like ninety seconds left,” he said with a smile. “I think this girl’s hot.”

I gulped a little and nodded. We both watched the end. In this one the guy came all over the girls face. I felt the blood rush to my groin area and my own dick start to rise. Thankfully, after that video he did switch back to YouTube.

“I fucking love that,” he said, “busting a nut on a white girls face. You know what I mean?” he asked.

I smiled and nodded. I didn’t know what to say to that. I don’t think a girl ever let me cum on her face like that.

He got up and to grab two more beers. When he walked past me to go to the kitchen, his waist was at my eye level, and I could totally see the outline of his dick pressed up against the thin fabric of his shorts. It looked huge. I told myself that it was little chubbed up from the porn and tried not to think about it. But it definitely made me feel a little insecure and emasculated right there.

When he came back I tried not to look in his direction. But when he sat down the first thing I noticed was that same outline, pressed up against his thigh and the shorts. He passed me the beer and looked me in the eye.

“So people been calling you racist eh?” he asked, with a serious affect.

“Yeah,” I meekly said, breaking eye contact with him, “I was telling you at the bar. My wife’s friend-”

“Yeah I remember,” he cut me off, “No black friends. You weren’t doing the work or something like that.”

“Yeah, something like that,” I reply.

“Well, listen,” he said, looking right at me, “I can help you with this problem. But can you help me with my problem?”

“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.

“Well, I got this problem that I think you can help me with,” he said while gently rubbing his crotch area.

“Wait, what?” I replied, confused and unsure in my drunkenness what exactly was going on.

“Yeah, you know what happens to a big black dick when it needs to get taken care of, don’t you white boy?” His change of tone was stark and slightly menacing.

“What do you mean?” I said, feeing more than a little uneasy at the unfolding situation, “I’m not interested in-”

“Oh come on,” he cut me off again, “You sure? I thought I saw you looking. I thought you might be interested in really doing the work, if you know what I mean.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Consider it reparations. You can tell your wife and maybe she’ll be proud of you. Or maybe not. You don’t have to tell her. But if you don’t work with me here, I might have to confirm people’s thoughts about how you are a closet racist.

“Wait, what? No!” I protested.

“Yeah, I mean, you don’t even have any black friends. And I know you were liking those videos, liked seeing white girls with black guys.” He continued, “Tell me. In the last few months, I bet you have seen more black dicks in porn than you have seen black guys in real life.

I didn’t have an answer. He was probably right.

“Here you are, partaking in the exploitation of black bodies. How often? For how long? I think you owe it to us, for all of your years of entertainment on our behalf,” he said as he stood up. His crotch was once again at my eye level. “After watching all those white girls with big black dicks, didn’t you get a little jealous?

I didn’t have an answer here either. He was probably right here too though. I felt like a deer in headlights.

He stood in front of me, looking down as a I sat almost cowering in the chair.

“Listen,” he said with a force in his voce, “I am giving you an opportunity here. To help make right 400 years of wrongs.” He rubbed his hand on his dick from the outside of his shorts.

“You know what you have to do, white boy,” he said. And with that he dropped his shorts.

His massive black dick unfurled inches from my face. It was huge, hanging well past his big balls. It slapped against his thighs as he moved to take his shorts off and then hung low right in front of me. The whole thing was enormous.

“Holy shit,” I whispered under my breath. I didn’t mean to say anything, but I didn’t expect any of this, especially a dick that looked bigger soft that mine did hard. I looked away, overwhelmed by the situation and strange thoughts and feelings rushing through my head.

“Like what you see?” he asked me, giving his hips a little swivel, shaking his oversized dick from side to side.

I said nothing, and looked away at the floor.

“I know you do,” he said, “And I also know you can’t admit you do. Your vanilla bitch ass would never admit your desire for some chocolate dick. Hell, you can’t even fess up to your interracial porn habits.”

I looked up at him. He stared me in the eyes and took his tank top off, revealing a six pack chiseled body. My eyes traced his muscles down his now nude body before I caught myself staring at his dick. I looked away and my mind raced. I felt like I should have left a long time ago.

“White boys like you,” he went on, “Deep down, you all just want what your women want.” He laughed. “I don’t need to tell you what that is either. I can see it in your eyes.”

Suddenly he grabbed me by the back of my head. With one hand in my hair and one on my chin he tilted my head up so I was looking him in the eye again. I struggled, but he was much stronger than I was.

“Calm down. I’m your new black friend, and I am doing you a favor here. You just don’t realize it yet.”

Without warning he pulled my head forward and before I knew it his balls were filling my up mouth. His cock draped across my entire face, obscuring my left eye. I could smell him.

I didn’t know what to do. I had never been in a situation like this and at least temporarily felt frozen by the moment. I sat there on the couch with his dick on my face while he ran his hands through my hair, which felt nice. I eventually found the wherewithal to push away.

“No stop, what are you doing?” I asked meekly.

He laughed.

“What are you doing pretending you don’t like black dick,” he countered bluntly.

“No, stop, I’m straight,” I whined.

“I’m sure you are,” he smirked, “Not that it matters. Here let me show you.”

With that he grabbed me by the shoulders and forcefully placed me on my knees next to him. He felt so strong. I offered a token level of resistance at first and then resigned myself to it. My heart was pounding and I didn’t dare move. He grabbed my chin and position my head forward so basically all I could see was his giant cock.

“Take your shirt off.” he commanded. I listened. As soon as my shirt was off he pinched my nippled and grabbed my chin again, this time making me look up at him.

“Listen white boy, this is the superior dick. It’s bigger soft like this than your dick is hard, isn’t it?” He nodded my head up and down with his hand. He was right. “Yea I know. It doesn’t matter if you are a straight guy or a slutty girl with daddy issues, you white folk can help but submit to it.”

He ran his hands on my shoulder and then took them off my body and backed up a step. I remained there on my knees in front of him.

“Lets cut to the chase,” he said. “Suck my dick.” He put his hands on his hips.

I said nothing for several long moments before croaking out a weak “no” and shaking my head. I felt like I couldn’t just given in, even if the inevitable was coming.

“Hmm,” he mused, laughing a little bit, “Thats ok, all bitches need to be broken in a little bit.”

Even given my current situation, I felt insulted by that, but before I could react at all Howard moved forward and grabbed the back of my head. Pressing my face against the underside of his dick, he gently whispered “open up” and I complied. He groaned a bit and ran his fingers through my hair. I just took my first steps towards sucking my first dick. A big, black, dick nonetheless.

My compliance was not rewarded though, as Howard took a step back, grabbed a fistful of my hair with his left hand, the base of his dick with his right hand, and proceeded to slap his big black dick across my white face.

Howard’s cock made a meaty slapping sound as it smacked off of my cheeks, lips, and forehead. I just knelt there and took the degrading treatment, partly from a fear of pain from him, and partly, well, I was starting to accept that he might be right. I felt his dick start to grow as is slapped and rubbed against my face. I felt mine do the same. More proof that he was right.

“Yeah that’s about where you belong, isn’t it white boy,” he said. I didn’t reply

He backed away to stroke his now erect member. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t believe how big it was and how it stood out proud from his body at such a giant size. In person, the big black dick he was packing exceeded any expectations I had based on videos.

“Oh my god,” I whispered under my breath, reflexively at the sight of it.

“I know how it makes you feel,” he said, “Confused. Disoriented. Turned on. Inferior. It is what it is. Now are you going to suck my dick like a good little white boy?

I was staring at his dick.

“No…” I said, “I can’t. I’m married. I don’t want to. It would be wrong.” I wasn’t sure if I didn’t want to any more. I felt pathetic, shirtless, frozen there on my knees in front of his enormous rock hard black dick. He was stroking it with his left hand.

“I know,” he sounded almost sympathetic, “But you wouldn’t want that wife to think you were racist would you? You wouldn’t want me, your new and only black friend to be spreading that around do you? I am here to help you. You white boys think that you are supposed to be on top of the pyramid, when really, your place is here, on your knees for people like me. I am doing you a favor by putting you in your place and showing you where you really below. Right boy?” His voice grew louder at the end.

I nodded.

“Now suck this black dick,” he commanded, “It’s time.” Without hesitation, I moved forward to oblige.

I never did anything like this before, so I moved gingerly, opening my mouth wide and closing my eyes. I reached out and when I put my hand around the base of his shaft, it felt like something clicked. Feeing another man’s dick in my hand, and such a big one at that, changed something. I opened my eyes and watched my pale hands against his enormous shaft. I noticed how my fingers barely wrapped around it and how big and wide the head was. I slowly stroked and admired his big black dick before licking up and down the shaft before slowly lowering it into my mouth.

As the head of his shaft slipped between my lips, I felt my self completely give in to pleasuring him. I never did anything like this at all before, but something in me knew what to do here. I slowly sucked the first few inches of his oversized sick while gently stroking the part that i couldn’t fit in before going down to caress his balls.

I felt like I was doing a really good job for my first time, and i heard him moan a little bit, which really did something to me. I noticed for the first time that I was fully hard and my own dick pressed painfully against my underwear and jeans, a fraction of the size of the big black dick right in front of me. But there was no time for myself right now. I had to pleasure the dick at hand. That became my lone goal and purpose in that moment.

After a few minutes I got into a rhythm, taking as much into my mouth as I could. But it was never enough and I ended up gagging a few times. But I soldiered on, pursing my lips and opening wide, sliding his big thick shaft into my mouth. A few times, my hand wandered off of his body and onto my own, and I lustily pinched my nipples and rubbed my dick from the outside of my jeans while on my knees in front of him.

I never felt so turned on. Vague confusion ran thought my brain here and there, as some part of me couldn’t believe what i was doing and how i left myself get here. But my sexual desire to please him trumped those thoughts and if anything was amped up by how wrong it felt in those moments.

His hands were in my hair, slowly guiding me back and forth. After an indeterminable period of time of me applying my first blowjob to this monster, he pulled it out of my mouth slowly, letting the tip linger on my lips before completely pulling away. I moved my head forward to put t back in my mouth, but he held my head back with his hand.

“Good boy,” he said, “You are a quick learner.”

I looked up at him and faintly nodded, feeling almost hypnotized by the whole thing. Flashes of how wrong and right it felt to be on my knees like this danced through my brain across the vision of his enormous dark dick.

“Come here, put these balls in your mouth,” he instructed me. I listened.

I began to lick and gently suck on his big black balls. My tongue played on his scrotum and underside of his dick. He moaned, looked down on me and smiled, and started hitting his dick on my face, much like before, only this time he was rock hard, and I accepted it much more willingly.