The Onset of an Addiction

Helen was my first real girlfriend. I met her within the first week of my freshman year at college and soon we were inseparable. I’d fucked other girls before but with her it was constant. We fucked so much that I hadn’t even taken the time to scope out the campus cruise spots that I knew had to exist. I’d been getting off in parks and men’s rooms for years already and I had expected to keep right on cruising through college. That was before I met Helen.

She was a petite Filipina with small tits, a sweet little black haired pussy and she loved to fuck as much as I did. During breaks between semesters and over summer break we would continue our fucking by traveling by Greyhound bus to each other’s home towns. Many times I would fuck her right on the living room floor of her parent’s home after they had gone upstairs for the night. We were always at it.

Like I said earlier, I had learned years before that men were doing more than taking a piss in local park toilets and mall restrooms. I had been getting my dick sucked off for years by the time I left for college but I’d never had the urge to suck one myself; at least not until that afternoon when I drove Helen to the local bus terminal to drop her off for the two hour ride back to her hometown.

As we waited for her bus to arrive I had noticed an older black man, maybe 40-45, dressed in the uniform of a bus driver, smoking cigarettes and regularly looking our way. Actually he was looking Helen’s way. She liked to dress for comfort and she didn’t mind if her dark nipples showed through the white, men’s wife beaters she liked to wear. And she knew they drove me crazy, those dark little titties of hers.

The bus was running late and I got up to go take a piss. Even though I had just fucked her before we left for the bus station, my mind was wandering to anonymous man sex as I entered the dirty and dimly lit men’s room. It had become instinct. I scanned around for others but the place was empty so I just unzipped and began to piss.

I heard the squeak of the door and looked over my shoulder to see the bus driver walking in with his hands already working at his zipper before he even got near to the urinals. “Is that your sister or your girl friend out there?” he joked.

Before I could come up with an answer, he continued, “I heard that China pussy gets real fucking wet for dick.” I was sort of shocked at his boldness but I also liked it. I was getting off on him talking about her like that.

“I gotta get me some of Asian snatch someday but I’ll tell you, a little girl like that I’d most likely split her right in two.” As he said that, he took about a half step back from the urinal and simultaneously motioned to his crotch with his eyes and waved his jet black dong at me.

I’d seen plenty of other men’s cocks over the years; I’d just never had the desire to touch or taste them. Until then. Soft, his meat was long and thick. It was longer than average and had a long black dangling foreskin which really caught my attention. He noticed that my eyes were glued to his dick and he began to slowly slide that hood back and forth, alternatively exposing and recovering the fat shiny head as it grew longer and thicker with each stroke.

“You think China girl out there would like to feel daddy’s big peter sliding in her little cunt? Would you like to see me fucking her little pussy like a real man, or would you rather just take care of me yourself?” He winked.

He had me pegged. I’d finally found the type of man who could make me queer for his dick. He did that little eye to dick motion again and clearly the intent was that he wanted me to suck him off. I reached over and grabbed it by the base, hefting its weight in my palm. He groaned softly at my touch. I reached over with my other hand and encircled the head, sliding his skin as I’d watched him do moments earlier. I was instantly in love with that long snout of extra meat on his dick. The texture of cunt lips but on a man.

I had forgotten all about Helen in the waiting room. I could have simply played with his fat black daddy dong the rest of the day, content to explore his beautiful married cock. As I played with it, it had elongated but was still soft and pliable, like a thick piece of black rubber. Clearly at least 7 ½ inches, but the true surprise was how thick he was. Now I understood his statement earlier about splitting Helen's pussy in two.

“Boy, I got a bus to drive outta here. Get down on that dick and give me some sweet pussy mouth. If I can’t fuck your girl’s China cunt I’ll damn well breed her boyfriends mouth.”

Surprised at myself, but then again not really, I did as told and dropped to my knees just as various men and boys had been doing to me for years. I opened and swallowed, his silky skin spreading my mouth wide; so soft while also being so hard. I didn’t even take out my own cock to stroke it. I was all about servicing this dick, the first cock in my mouth. He held the back of my head and pumped until he was just pounding my pussy mouth. Gagging, tears building in the corners of my eyes, I could not have felt more content. And then he growled, “suck it white bitch”, and began to pour his seed down my throat.

I’d been eating my own cum after I jacked off for years and I regularly ate my own nut out of Helen’s pussy after I fucked her. But this was the first load I had worked for. The first load of cum I had received as my reward for giving another man the pussy he so badly needed.

He sort of clipped the top of my head with his hand, said “thanks”, shoved his dong back into his bus driver trousers and strolled confidently back out into the waiting area. Probably to ogle my girl some more.

I got myself together and returned to the waiting room myself. He was back out there, leaning up against the wall, smoking another cigarette and eyeing us both in a knowing manner. But this time he was eyeing me.

Helen and I were together for about two years longer and I’ve got to tell you more often than not, I never looked at her pussy again without thinking of that fat uncut beer can dick spreading her pussy open, or my own.