Learning My Place among Black Men

“Its time, white boy,” he said, looking down on me with disdain. “It’s time for you to suck this big black dick.”

I looked up at him, slightly nodded, and shifted my weight on my knees. I remembered the two guys behind me and looked up at him. Then I closed my eyes for a moment and wondered how I, a straight white man, got here, on his knees in front of three black men, one of whom was naked.

Flashback to a few hours ago. I was walking down the street towards the local bar when a black guy started talking to me. He introduced himself as Shaquan and said that he needed a hand moving a couch, that his friends bailed on him, and that he would give me a couple of bucks for less than an hour of my time.

I agreed. Recently my job had started doing this monthly diversity program meeting, and I thought that this could help me score points around the office with everything that was recently going on. He said that his house was only a few bocks away, and once I agreed led me down towards his place.

White we were walking he seemed nice. He was telling me that he recently moved here and that he was getting a new couch tomorrow, but first had to get rid of his old one. He had to bring it to the garbage collection area down a few flights of stairs, and I was the first person he saw that he thought could handle it.

He was a big guy and looked much more muscular and stronger than I was. He was taller, thicker, and even through his clothes it was obvious he worked out a lot. I hope he didn’t expect too much from me.

We get to his place and it’s a fourth floor walk up. We go through the lobby and up the stairwell. My place has an elevator. By the time we get to his hallway, my legs feel tired and I am a bit winded, but Shaquan seemed completely unfazed. I was starting to get worried about moving this couch.

His apartment was a few doors down on the right. It wasn’t a great building. The hallway smelled like weed, Mexican food, and a hint of cigarettes. The carpet on the floor looked old.

He opens the door and lets me inside and I am immediately surprised by the fact that there were two other black men in the apartment. One about the same height and build as Shaquan and a shorter fatter man with a shaved head. Shaquan locked and bolted the door. I turned around.

“I thought your friends couldn’t make it?” I asked, confused.

“I lied,” he said with a shrug.

“Whats going on?” I asked, looking around the room and trying to get a handle on the situation.

“Whats going on is that it is your lucky day,” he said with a smile, “You happened to cross paths with us, and we are going to teach you plenty of things today.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. My eyes darted around the room, looking for something to help me here. They found nothing.

“Sit down,” he said, grabbing my arms and roughly guiding me towards and then forcing me on to the couch. I offered up a slight amount of resistance, but it was obvious he would overpower me if necessary. Once i was sitting he let me go and stepped back a bit. The other two guys were behind the couch now. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I was confused and full of anxiety.

“Are you a racist, white boy?” he sneered at me.

“What, no, what makes you say that?” I was taken aback by the accusation, even in this circumstance.

“Just wanted to be sure. Too many of your kind is. Not that it matters though.” He said as if it was a deep thought.

“What do you mean?” I asked, starting to feel a bit panicked. “Whats going on? Can I go?”

“No, not yet. He laughed. “Not until after you suck our dicks.”

That sentence hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the world slow down after he said it, and knew I had to try to get out of there. I got up, went for the door, but one of the other two guys grabbed me, then they both manhandled me down to my knees on the carpeted floor.

Shaquan laughed and seemed amused by the situation. I sauntered over to where I was held down kneeling and took his shirt off in the process. He was absolutely jacked. In the dim apartment lighting, his ebony abs and broad chest stood out, like some kind of African god.

He looked down at me and smiled. I was struggling, trying to free my self or get up, but the two other black guys held me down good.

“Look at this one,” he said to his accomplices, “We have a disobedient one on our hands. This white boy doesn’t know his place yet.”

“I know, but he’s pretty weak,” said the skinnier one, who had long dreadlocks i could feel brushing against my back, “I bet he’ll immediately submit.”

I did not like the sound of that or way this was going at all. I never had been in a situation like this, not even a more consensual one, and especially not with a black guy. I didn’t even really have any black friends. I did, however, watch a lot of interracial porn, and given my circumstances was mostly worried, but a little curious, about how big a real black dick might me. I didn’t believe in stereotypes, after all.

Shaquan stood in front of me and grabbed my head with his big hands. His fingers pressed against my cheeks as he held my chin in his palm and tilted my head slowly upwards. Each of his abs was visible, then his chest, covered with a few dark tattoos, filled my vision. Finally i was looked up, directly into his eyes.

“If you like the view already, just wait, white boy,” he said mockingly.

I felt my face go flush. I tried again to struggle but they held me firm and I quickly surrendered.

“I know you like interracial porn,” he said, releasing my face and starting to pace back and forth. I followed him with my eyes.

“All you white guys, and girls, do,” he continued, pontificating to himself and me.

I felt my face turn even more red. It was like he just read my mind and called me out. I watched more than my fair share of interracial porn, and through all the thoughts running through my head was a question, a desire: was it true? If so, how was that going to make me feel, if this went where it seemed like it was going? This was always followed with a quick suppression of those thoughts, because I didn’t like where that path took me.

By the way, when I say more than my fair share, I mean it. It started back in high school not too long after I heard a girl I liked talking about how black guys had big dicks. At this point in my life, over a decade later, basically every time I jerked off it was to porn where a big hung black man was fucking a white girl. It was what filled my PornHub recommended section and what got me off.

“You never answered my question,” he said, moving back closer to me. I looked up at him, but couldn’t muster any words.

“You embarrassed?” He asked, laughing, “You scared to admit you like watching a little white girl get fucked by a big nigga dick? It’s ok, everyone here does.”

I looked around. One of them patted me on the shoulder as they both nodded affirmatively. It was momentarily a support group for a white boy that was into interracial. I looked at him and nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded, shirtless and standing over me.

“I…” I stammered. I was generally a prude person. I never talked about porn with anyone, not even friends growing up. My sex life, which these days had been pretty nonexistent, was always vanilla. One of them tightened the grip on my shoulder while the other rubbed my back. Shaquan looked down at me with disapproval.

“Yes,” I exhaled, “I watched interracial porn.”

“How much,” he shot back, like an inquisitor. I was taken aback. “Don’t lie either,” he said. The hand on my back went back on to my shoulder.

“A lot,” i looked down. They all laughed.

“On you really like black dick, white boy?” Shaquan asked between laughs.

“No!” I protested, much to their amusement. I looked around like an ineffectual child. I wanted this to stop.

“Listen you little cocksucker,” he said with a tone in his voice that caught my attention, “And that is what you are going to be, one way or the other. But you cannot lie to me, like you just did. You might not want to admit it, but like a good white boy, you can’t help but submit to a big black dick. Just you watch.”

I felt stunned by what he just said, and sat there like a deer in the headlights. Something stirred inside me, but I pushed it down. My heart was still pounding and I felt like there was no escape.

“I’m not gay,” I said, both to him and myself, “I don’t want to do whatever you have planned here. Please stop, let me go.” I struggled again, but got literally nowhere for my trouble.

“I don’t think you are gay,” he said calmly. “But you white guys are just like your women. You know, ‘once you go back, you never go back?’ There is a reason for that. And it doesn’t matter if it is your first time or your thousandth time, once a white boy like you knows what’s up, is good and broken in, it’s over. It’s just like a bitch, a whore to the black dick.”

“No, stop, please.” I pleaded, starting to feel frantic. “Just let me go, I’ll do whatever. Just don’t make me…”I trailed off, unable to even say the words.

“You will do whatever,” he said, “whatever I want. We are doing you a favor here white boy. This is a lesson that you will only understand after it’s over.

With that he unbuckled his belt and undid the top button of his pants. Looking up at him, he looked hot. It was hard to describe any other way. He had a sexual fire in his dark eyes that smoldered, a chiseled body, and a dominant nature to him. I could see the vague outline of an oversized black dick through his pants. He then dropped his jeans, standing there in his boxer briefs.

It was obvious how hung he was through the underwear. His dick outline was completely visible at his crotch and down his left thigh, almost nearing the leg of his boxers. From the outline, it looked bigger soft than mine did hard. I caught myself staring, wide eyed, at the sight. He caught me too.

“See you do like black dick,” he said with a smile. “Do you want to touch it?” he asked gently. “I know it can be intimidating.”

I looked up from his package and looked him in the eye. And I shook my head no.

“No,” I gulped. My mouth felt dry. More than a small part of me wanted to say yes. That surprised me and caught me off guard.

“You do, you just don’t want to admit it.” He had me dead to rights. I saw it in my eyes. I was worried. He already yelled at me once for lying like this.

Instead he shook his head, and took off his underwear. His long, thick, ebony dick unfurled from its confines, hanging out down low past his big black balls. It swung gently with his movement from left to right hypnotically. The mushroom head bobbing back and forth slightly, longer than my dick could ever be.

This time my gaze was harder to break. I found myself gawking at the size of his member, and staring uncontrollably. I felt the blood rush to my loins and my own, smaller, dick start to get hard. I felt confused and ashamed by my body’s betrayal, and a mixture of emotions ran through my mind.

“I know it’s hard for you to admit,” he said again, “No white boy wants to admit their desire to get on your knees and submit to a big black dick, but so many of you do it.” He emphasized the ‘so’ for emphasis. “You just can’t help it. You just love getting dominated by a big black dick.”

I weakly shook my head, but it was a moot point.

“You already know it, but you are just trying to fight it off. We are here to help you know where you belong. On your knees, for a big black dick. Just like this.” I noticed that the other two guys let me go at some point, and let I remained on my knees voluntarily. He calmly walked towards me and grabbed my right wrist.

He slowly but firmly guided my hand up to cup his balls. It was so strange, feeling another man’s genitals in my hand, especially with how much bigger these were than mine. He then took my other hand and guided it to his stomach, rubbing my hands on his washboard abs and chest. I offered a token level of resistance at first, but let him do it, quickly appreciating how nice it felt to touch him.

My dick was now painfully hard, even though I tried to ignore it. I hated that I had such an erection. I hated that i was finding this more and more enjoyable. I hated how his big black dick made me feel, interior, submissive, docile, and horny. He saw me staring.

“Its time, white boy,” he said, looking down on me with disdain. “It’s time for you to suck this big black dick.”

This brings us back to the beginning of our story. On my knees, in a stranger’s apartment, trying to mentally prepare myself for him making me suck his dick, and finding myself unexpectedly turned on by the situation. As a straight white man, I didn’t expect to feel this way if a black man did this to me, but here I was, torn between my thoughts of how I viewed myself and how he was making me feel right now. I looked away. I noticed that he took his hands off of me, and I was cupping his balls and rubbing his body of my own free well.

“I… I can’t,”I weakly said, craning my head to look up at him and avoiding a view of his cock. He shook his head.

“You will.” he said.

He snapped his fingers and his boys came back over to grab me. I felt panic ensue, with a small hint of excitement on what was next. They grabbed my shoulders and arms roughly, one on each side, and Shaquan moved right in front of me, his big dick hanging directly in my face. Without warning, he grabbed the base, swung it up, and slapped it down on my face.

He slapped my face around with his oversized flaccid cock, making me feel even more demeaned in inferior. He only stopped to rub his balls or long shaft on different parts of my face, cheeks and forehead. I felt him grow stiff as he abused my face in this way, his dick filling out and growing ever larger as he slapped his face.

The sound his black dick made against my white cheeks changed as his dick went from soft to hard. It also felt different as it grew hard smacking against my face, from a lighter slap to a harder firm smack when he was fully erect. He finished off this shameful dominant display by squeezing my cheeks with his big hand until i opened my mouth, and then dropped his balls into my held open mouth, letting his hard long dick drape across my face and eyes. I could smell his musk.

I felt humiliated by this, and yet I wasn’t fighting him off. My body just seemed to accept it, and I found myself just more and more turned on in a twisted and odd sort of way. The way he was just taking control of me here, his size, his body, his nature… I was finding my head spinning at the thoughts I was having.

When he backed away, I felt like there was a fire in my eyes looking up at his magnificent black cock and body. His dick was enormous now that it was hard, and stood up away from his body at and angle, looking dangerous. It was absolutely huge.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, taking it all in with my eyes. I couldn’t break my stare. It was mesmerizing to me. My dick couldn’t compete, and I knew it, and somehow that made me just want it all the more.

“Suck my dick, white boy,” he said with assertiveness and absolute control.

I just submitted to him, then and there. I reached out, grabbed his shaft and went in to take what I could. I noted how it felt to hold him in my hand, how soft yet firm it was, and warm. Just like his balls, holding a dick so much bigger than mine in my hand was noticeable.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, letting the first inches of him into my waiting mouth. I obviously have never done anything like this before, but i felt like I knew what to do here. I willingly and enthusiastically started sucking his dick, sliding my hand back and forth while bobbing my mouth on his shaft. I used my tongue and before long had my free hand back to cupping his big black balls.

He moaned and put his hands on my head, guiding me back and forth a little further than i would on my own each time. Before long he made me gag, and again and again. Spit started coming out of the corners of my mouth and spilling onto my chin as I tried to gasp for air, but he didn’t care. He was fucking my white face, and I was letting him.

After a few minutes he slowly pulled my head back, leaving just the tip of his immense dick in my mouth. From that vantage point, it was ridiculously big, covering my whole world. I looked up at him with it in my mouth. He looked down on me and we lingered like that. In that pause, the whole weight of everything that just happened hit me.

Here I was, sucking a strangers black dick, after a lifetime of straight behaviors. It started off making me, but now he just had me, no one holding me on my knees any more. I know my place now, underneath a big black dick.

Suddenly my long suffering erection couldn’t take it any more. The moment to pause and reflect was too much on my psyche at the time, and I unwillingly came in my pants, without touching myself, with a big black dick in between my lips.

I tried to hid it, but my body spasmed and my hips jerked as the cum shot from my dick into my underwear. I tried not to moan as the warm sticky mess covered my genitals, and put a hand on his hip to stabilize myself. How many times was my body going to betray me today!?

One of the guys watching noticed.

“Yo I think this white boy nutted in his pants,” the skinnier one said, laughing, “Look he got that wet spot,” he pointed and laughed.

Shaquan pulled his dick from between my lips and looked down at me, disappointed.

“Is that true?” he said slowly. “Did you come just from sucking this big black dick?”

I nodded.

“Say it.” He demanded.

“I…” I hesitated, feeling some level of a post nut clarity, once again feeling like i shouldn’t be doing this, no matter what my body tells me. I looked around and was reminded I had no choice but to be obedient and submit.

“I did.” I told the truth. “I came, in my pants, from sucking on your big black dick.” I managed to get out.

“Good boy. Now how did that happen?” He asked coyly.

“I don’t know,” I replied shamefully. I felt so many emotions here, primarily a mix of shame, regret, submission, and embarrassment. I couldn’t believe it happened. And that I was able to admit it at all.

“I knew this white boy would be a good little cocksucker,” he said to his two associates. “He’s doing a pretty good job. He’s trying. Your turn should be fun.”

I gulped and looked around. I noticed that they both had their cell phones out and were recording.

“Hey wait, stop-” I went to say, but was cut off by Shaquan, slipping his big dick back into my mouth.

Before I could react he grabbed my hair and head and viscously started to fuck my face, more rough and forcefully than before. I tried to fight him off for a moment, but i had no effect and my body quickly gave in to pleasuring him once more, the thought that I was being recorded sucking a big black dick completely overridden by my desire to suck a big black dick in that moment.

Shaquan was relentless with my mouth, but eventually he pulled all the way out and came a massive load, all over my face. I was rock hard again somehow, an as the warm ropes blasted on my cheeks, lips, and eyes I thought I might lose it again. Thankfully I didn’t. That would have been too much to take. Not even being able to get through sucking a single black dick without cumming twice.

He used his still enormous dick to rub the cum all over my face and hair, gently tapping the dick on my cheeks and face here and there. I put my hands on his body so I didn’t touch myself, so turned on and disgusted with myself. I licked my lips and took in the taste of his cum. It was my first time tasting cum.

“Good boy,” he says, “That was a good first step. But we aint done with you yet.”

He walked away, leaving me there, cum-covered and on my knees. I lay there for a moment, reflecting, but my thoughts are quickly interrupted by the other two black men, now naked and in front of me.