I have always empathised with white lads who have a fetish for black men and BBC. It’s now seen as fetishisation, which is not very PC, I suppose. This is a story about how that cuts both ways. As a young black boy and to this very day, I’ve always been obsessed with the opposite: big thick uncut white cocks and black lads bottoming for them. Growing up in a conservative Muslim household, I had always seen myself and others like me as restricted and divorced from sex and sexuality, which was often perceived as inherently sinful (especially gay sex, obviously). Cut cocks were a symbol of that restriction borne out in the most extreme way for me. In contrast, I had always thought that big white uncut cocks represented the antithesis of that. Freedom, sexual liberation and just outright perversion. The contrast of my large and willing dark-skinned bum being opened up by a wet, glistening pink head had been the subject of many nights of wanking. It was just really hot in my mind, for some reason. I had thought that bottoming for a BWC was the ultimate ‘taboo’ and a big fuck you to my parents and to the society I grew up. I think there’s something punk and fun about that notion, and it’s always stuck with me.
I still remember my first encounter with a BWC vividly. I was 22 finishing my dissertation on a lovely spring/summer evening. I was in the library very, very late doing an all nighter and of course went on thee hookup app (not sure I can mention it). I lived with three other lads for uni who had no idea I was gay, and I certainly did not like the prospect of them hearing me getting pounded into my mattress. It got progressively later and I had no luck — it was approaching 2am. And then I got a message from a blank profile saying they were close by and driving around because they couldn’t sleep. Could they host? No apparently not. And then I got a deluge of pics: immediately my dick became rock hard in my shorts. All of them shots of his BWC from different angles. Do you know when you can just tell how filthy and horny the sex will be by looking at a cock? Well I could. It was a dream — a long and girthy cock with a long foreskin still fully over the head in some pictures, and in others pulled back, revealing a large wet purple helmet with a pointed tip where his piss slit was. I was feral. I messaged back instantly: “yes I’d love to meet. When and where? I’m in Xx, pick me up?” “Meet me down that road, I’m in a black Audi and I know a place”.
I packed my stuff up into my ragged backpack and I started into a slow jog as soon as I was out of the library doors. I headed slightly up the road where he said he’d pick me up. I arrived before him and waited, checking for messages from him and half expecting to be blocked. And then he pulled up. I walked over tentatively and then got in. I looked at him and wow! He looked in his 40s, dark hair that was kept short, grey blue eyes and powerfully built. Even in his seat I could tell he was tall and towered over me, and his hands were large, taking up much more space on the wheel and the stick than mine ever had. We drove and chatted, he put his hands on my thigh whenever he wasn’t changing gears and my heart fluttered. He was Polish, recently divorced, worked in the medical field and had 2 kids. I told him about myself, but I could tell he wasn’t paying attention because every glance he took at me was at my thighs, bulge, my chest and nipples which were protruding slightly from overly tight t shirt. Suddenly we pulled into a small empty clearing, the car stopped and our seatbelts came off. He leaned over and took my face in his massive hands. He gave me the most sensuous horny kiss I had ever experienced (I still think about it to this day). I could feel his tongue go deeper into my mouth between breaths and his hand on the back of my head kept pulling me in. I was completely transfixed. He unzipped and out came his uncut BWC. The musk hit me immediately and he gave me the sexiest smile ever, knowing, I think, how completely enthralled I was by him and his cock. I dove in, smelling first and then kissing his long cock. I nibbled at his foreskin which he moaned at and then pulled it back. I was completely intoxicated by the thrill of it. I was this man’s slut for the night and I was in heaven.
I started sucking slow and then more desperately and I could feel his hand reach over into the back of my gym shorts and grab my big muscled black arse. “Yes baby, go deeper” he kept repeating and forced more and more of his cock into my throat. He pulled his hand out of my crack to wet his fingers and then back in he went to play with my hole, rubbing his fingers around my hole, lightly probing to determine how tight I was. I couldn’t help but whimper in complete pleasure. I came up for breath but he instantly grabbed my face to kiss me and so I went between his pink lips and intense blue stare, and his wet fully hard white uncut cock.
After another five minutes he instructed me to get out of the car, he came round the side, pushed me over the bonnet, pulled my shorts down and started rimming me. Between increasingly louder moans it dawned on me that this ‘suck-only’ meet would almost certainly end in me taking his cock. He fingered me and every glance back I took at him on his knees, I could see his glistening large white cock (partly illuminated by his car headlights) rock hard and swaying.
He got up, pulled out pxppers and told me to take a hit. I didn’t think it was possible to be hornier before sniffing them and yet there I was reaching newer heights with each passing moment. You have to understand that every prior encounter I had were with lads my own age before this and they were awkward and rushed. They had no clue what they were doing and neither did I really. This man was doing and showing me things I had never experienced, and he was hot, and with a cock I only dreamed of playing with. He told me he wanted to fuck me and had no condoms. Fuck it. The idea of him filling me with his cock and cum, and the pleasure of having him inside of me would be worth it, I reasoned. I bent over the bonnet and took another hit of the pxppers. He positioned himself at my hole and rubbed his precuming purple head against me and pushed in. It popped in and whilst the pain was excruciating for a moment, I couldn’t help but feel it subsided much quicker than usual, probably because I was so horny, the pxppers worked as intended and he had rimmed me so intensely I actually relaxed. He fucked me slow at first, one hand on my hip and the other tweaking my nipple. I took another hit. He took that hit as a sign to start pounding and i could not believe how intense it felt. I wanted to scream, I wanted to moan, I wanted to piss myself at how deep he went inside me — I was completely breathless and could only go between staring at him pounding at big black arse with his long white cock, or facing straight ahead, unable to think because of the intense physicality of it all. We stayed like that, him fucking into me and each of us taking hits of pxppers for 5 minutes before he leaned over forcing my chest flat against the bonnet and told me in his sexy Polish accent “I’m going to breed you”. I almost came then and there. He started fucking me harder and then with a large grunt he erupted inside me. I couldn’t help but moan. It was euphoric. I wanted to stay like that, suspended in that moment forever. He pulled out and his cum rushed out of me onto the floor — he must’ve came a lot, I thought. He smirked, turned me around and then got on his knees. He started sucking my hard dick, his hand snaked up around and he fingered out his cum and fed it to me. Reader, I think it took about 30 seconds before I came down his throat. My hole was throbbing and I was fully spent. He gave a deep kiss before we got back in the car. He drove me back and kept asking if we might meet again, that I should come back to his and we could go for a round two. It was close to 3am by then and I was knackered. I gave him a final kiss and got out. The next morning i tried to find his profile but he’d deleted it. I never saw him again! Pity! |
