My First BBC
The first time I laid eyes on a BBC was when I was a freshman in college. Coming from a predominantly white suburban area, I had little to no "exposure" to anyone other than white people. One early November Saturday evening at the dorm, I was getting ready to go and take a shower in preparation to go out partying for the evening. As I left my room, approaching rapidly toward me in the hallway was a black dude dressed only in flip-flops. Not exactly unheard of in the single sex dorms at that time. What was unheard of was the giant black anaconda freely flopping around between his thighs as he hurried down the hall. He was in the process of drying his hair as we passed in the hall. I nodded hello, averting eye contact at all costs, instead trying to surreptitiously concentrating on that magnificent meat he had on display. I had never in my young somewhat sheltered life seen anything so excitingly impressive. I had seen this dude before around the hallways and lounges throughout the building, we were cordial but I never saw nor felt the need to connect any further with him. I was a straight dude, in fact a straight arrow in every way known to man. Then this black dude and his supersnake of a dick rocked me straight to my core. Needless to say, when I got to the shower I jacked off and came in record time.
His name was D'Andre and he was a junior back-up point guard on the basketball team. Walking back from my shower I needed to pass his room. As I almost got past his room, his door opened and he stepped out directly in the hall in front of me. I stopped on the proverbial dime as he bumped into me. As we stood there, excusing ourselves to each other, he asked me what was up. I said not much, being caught off guard, I said that I was heading back to get dressed and watch some tv before going out to a party later. He said he was going to one at the jock's frat and asked if I wanted to go, there'd be lots of booze and hot babes galore. How could a newly unaccountable 18 year old k** like myself turndown an offer like that from an upperclassman? It was a party to almost kill to get in. So I showed up at his room an hour later, ready and raring to go to the party and drink(definitely) and fuck(hopefully) the night away. We killed a six in his room to pre-party and, having not eaten at the dining hall since noon, I was feeling pretty fucking good and raring to go. It was then when he said to me that earlier when he was walking down the hallway drying his hair, he noticed that I was locked on and staring at his black dick(his words) the entire time. Taken aback, I mumbled that "Nah, I didn't do that". He told me that it was OK, he was used to that reaction and it always , every single time, turned him on. He said that he knew what I wanted, and what he needed, I thought to myself Uh-huh, I also knew what I needed and he wanted. He told me that he seen that reaction from guys many times before since he started undressing in locker rooms years earlier. It had taken him only a few times to realize what those looks and reactions like mine had meant. They meant that the looker wanted a mouthful of his black dick. Now I knew that he wasn't the smartest guy in school, no Phi Beta Kappa key in his future, but when it came to his dick and what people wanted from it, he would be at the "head" of the class. While I was saying he had it all wrong, he was unzipping his jeans, and dropping them to his ankles. No underwear of course. His semi-hard dick popped out and on display for me to get another beautiful eyeful.
It was a true wonder of nature, throbbing, pulsing with every heartbeat. Its' huge veins carrying blood along their long length, straining to keep up from under his tightening skin, the blood ultimately to be trapped, methodically engorging it to it's full stiff glory. He gently fondled it and held it out for me in his hand to admire, seemingly weighing both it and my response. Well, my response was swift and totally anticipated on his part. A nervous excitement like I never felt before rushed through my body, lurching towards my brain, making my head swoon. I mindlessly nodded in agreement to him and his dick while something inside my addled brain commanded me to drop to my knees. Kicking off his jeans, he moved closer to me, positioning his long, toned, and muscular legs astride of my knees and thrusting his dick towards my face. My hands went to him, grabbing that monster chocolate cock at its' thick base pulling his thick, long foreskin back. His beautiful dark blackish-red round head strained then popped out. It was slick and glistening with pre-cum, his big dick was calling to me. It was drawing to me using something primal and wickedly horny in my consciousness, telling me what I must do next, commanding me to open my mouth. He nodded knowingly at me as he softly held my chin with his left hand and the back of my head with his right, positioning it just as he desired. He guided his clothes pole of a cock into my mouth, that glorious huge black dick aiming it towards the back of my throat. The feeling in my body was positively electric! I gently closed my lips on it, licking and swirling with my tongue, careful not to rake him with my teeth. It occurred to me at that moment in time that I was a natural born cocksucker. I was pleased and proud when he said as much. He threw his head back and slowly started to get into a smooth pumping motion. Rocking his hips to an internal rhythm that we were both tuned to, going slightly deeper every few stokes or so. Talking soothingly to me..."Good boy", "Take that big dick", "Kiss it, lick it, make love to it with your mouth", "Oh baby, that's it, you're so fucking good at this", "Take more of that sweet black dick"...Eventually he slowed the deep throating, pulling back when I continued to gag. I was relieved that he took some degree of pity on me, but in reality I knew the fact was that he didn't want me puking stale beer all over his room. I was proud to actually get six thick inches in my mouth. When adding my right hand at the base I was able to get all eleven hard inches covered. . He continued to gloriously fuck my willing mouth for what seemed like eternity. Eternity didn't seem long enough for me. The only thing left in my view on the outstroke were those huge black balls of his. Gleaming before my eyes from all the drool coming from my mouth. They were everything masculine in nature, the ebony essence of man. I had to have them, possess them, suck them, drain them dry of every drop of his man-batter. Hanging deliciously like sweet fruit and waiting to rise up and unload in my mouth, I knew his cum wasn't actually stored up in them, and that the size of them is not always directly related to the amount of cum a guy produces. In this case though, with the immense size of his cock and balls, coupled with the uncontrollable sex drive of a 20 year old black stud, it was more than true. As I held them with my left hand, playing with them, hungrily licking and kissing them, sucking each into my mouth in order to give my jaw a rest, I braced for his best/my worst case cum bucket scenario. Knowing blowjobs only too well from the other end of the g#n, when his hands started clamping tightly on the back of my head, his body tensing up, and those primitively sexy guttural noises welling up deep inside him I braced myself for the imminent cum flood. His body tensed, his breath was shallow, and he actually growled at me. The words flowed out effortlessly..."Suck that black dick you fuckin' f@g cocksucker!, Take the whole thing! Swallow it, swallow all of it! I'm skull-fucking you, bitch!". It was so erotic I almost came in my pants. When he came, he came in waves, his waves gave out after eleven cycles. I distinctly remember that exact amount because I equated one huge thick rope of cum to each huge thick inch of that magnificent dick. To both of our surprise and delight as per his demands I swallowed every drop of his hot cream. I now can compare it to drinking rum being squirted in your mouth at a party. You don't actually swallow it as much as you train yourself to just let it just flow down your throat. He was very pleased with my performance and told me so.
There was no quid pro quo, none was offered or expected. True to his word, he still invited me to go with him to his party, but I respectfully declined and returned to my room. I jerked off all night thinking about his huge fat cock. We hooked up the same way three more times before spring break. Nothing was said by either of us to anyone else, as far as I know. It was a different time in our world back then. He ended up not returning for the spring semester, transferring to another D-III school out of state where he supposedly had a better shot at starting. That's the last I ever heard of him, but it's certainly not the last BBC that I ever sucked. It was a very long time until I bagged my next one as I never actively pursued one, returning to my hetero life for years. I must say that I never gave up the thirst for, or the thrill of, sucking on big cocks.
His name was D'Andre and he was a junior back-up point guard on the basketball team. Walking back from my shower I needed to pass his room. As I almost got past his room, his door opened and he stepped out directly in the hall in front of me. I stopped on the proverbial dime as he bumped into me. As we stood there, excusing ourselves to each other, he asked me what was up. I said not much, being caught off guard, I said that I was heading back to get dressed and watch some tv before going out to a party later. He said he was going to one at the jock's frat and asked if I wanted to go, there'd be lots of booze and hot babes galore. How could a newly unaccountable 18 year old k** like myself turndown an offer like that from an upperclassman? It was a party to almost kill to get in. So I showed up at his room an hour later, ready and raring to go to the party and drink(definitely) and fuck(hopefully) the night away. We killed a six in his room to pre-party and, having not eaten at the dining hall since noon, I was feeling pretty fucking good and raring to go. It was then when he said to me that earlier when he was walking down the hallway drying his hair, he noticed that I was locked on and staring at his black dick(his words) the entire time. Taken aback, I mumbled that "Nah, I didn't do that". He told me that it was OK, he was used to that reaction and it always , every single time, turned him on. He said that he knew what I wanted, and what he needed, I thought to myself Uh-huh, I also knew what I needed and he wanted. He told me that he seen that reaction from guys many times before since he started undressing in locker rooms years earlier. It had taken him only a few times to realize what those looks and reactions like mine had meant. They meant that the looker wanted a mouthful of his black dick. Now I knew that he wasn't the smartest guy in school, no Phi Beta Kappa key in his future, but when it came to his dick and what people wanted from it, he would be at the "head" of the class. While I was saying he had it all wrong, he was unzipping his jeans, and dropping them to his ankles. No underwear of course. His semi-hard dick popped out and on display for me to get another beautiful eyeful.
It was a true wonder of nature, throbbing, pulsing with every heartbeat. Its' huge veins carrying blood along their long length, straining to keep up from under his tightening skin, the blood ultimately to be trapped, methodically engorging it to it's full stiff glory. He gently fondled it and held it out for me in his hand to admire, seemingly weighing both it and my response. Well, my response was swift and totally anticipated on his part. A nervous excitement like I never felt before rushed through my body, lurching towards my brain, making my head swoon. I mindlessly nodded in agreement to him and his dick while something inside my addled brain commanded me to drop to my knees. Kicking off his jeans, he moved closer to me, positioning his long, toned, and muscular legs astride of my knees and thrusting his dick towards my face. My hands went to him, grabbing that monster chocolate cock at its' thick base pulling his thick, long foreskin back. His beautiful dark blackish-red round head strained then popped out. It was slick and glistening with pre-cum, his big dick was calling to me. It was drawing to me using something primal and wickedly horny in my consciousness, telling me what I must do next, commanding me to open my mouth. He nodded knowingly at me as he softly held my chin with his left hand and the back of my head with his right, positioning it just as he desired. He guided his clothes pole of a cock into my mouth, that glorious huge black dick aiming it towards the back of my throat. The feeling in my body was positively electric! I gently closed my lips on it, licking and swirling with my tongue, careful not to rake him with my teeth. It occurred to me at that moment in time that I was a natural born cocksucker. I was pleased and proud when he said as much. He threw his head back and slowly started to get into a smooth pumping motion. Rocking his hips to an internal rhythm that we were both tuned to, going slightly deeper every few stokes or so. Talking soothingly to me..."Good boy", "Take that big dick", "Kiss it, lick it, make love to it with your mouth", "Oh baby, that's it, you're so fucking good at this", "Take more of that sweet black dick"...Eventually he slowed the deep throating, pulling back when I continued to gag. I was relieved that he took some degree of pity on me, but in reality I knew the fact was that he didn't want me puking stale beer all over his room. I was proud to actually get six thick inches in my mouth. When adding my right hand at the base I was able to get all eleven hard inches covered. . He continued to gloriously fuck my willing mouth for what seemed like eternity. Eternity didn't seem long enough for me. The only thing left in my view on the outstroke were those huge black balls of his. Gleaming before my eyes from all the drool coming from my mouth. They were everything masculine in nature, the ebony essence of man. I had to have them, possess them, suck them, drain them dry of every drop of his man-batter. Hanging deliciously like sweet fruit and waiting to rise up and unload in my mouth, I knew his cum wasn't actually stored up in them, and that the size of them is not always directly related to the amount of cum a guy produces. In this case though, with the immense size of his cock and balls, coupled with the uncontrollable sex drive of a 20 year old black stud, it was more than true. As I held them with my left hand, playing with them, hungrily licking and kissing them, sucking each into my mouth in order to give my jaw a rest, I braced for his best/my worst case cum bucket scenario. Knowing blowjobs only too well from the other end of the g#n, when his hands started clamping tightly on the back of my head, his body tensing up, and those primitively sexy guttural noises welling up deep inside him I braced myself for the imminent cum flood. His body tensed, his breath was shallow, and he actually growled at me. The words flowed out effortlessly..."Suck that black dick you fuckin' f@g cocksucker!, Take the whole thing! Swallow it, swallow all of it! I'm skull-fucking you, bitch!". It was so erotic I almost came in my pants. When he came, he came in waves, his waves gave out after eleven cycles. I distinctly remember that exact amount because I equated one huge thick rope of cum to each huge thick inch of that magnificent dick. To both of our surprise and delight as per his demands I swallowed every drop of his hot cream. I now can compare it to drinking rum being squirted in your mouth at a party. You don't actually swallow it as much as you train yourself to just let it just flow down your throat. He was very pleased with my performance and told me so.
There was no quid pro quo, none was offered or expected. True to his word, he still invited me to go with him to his party, but I respectfully declined and returned to my room. I jerked off all night thinking about his huge fat cock. We hooked up the same way three more times before spring break. Nothing was said by either of us to anyone else, as far as I know. It was a different time in our world back then. He ended up not returning for the spring semester, transferring to another D-III school out of state where he supposedly had a better shot at starting. That's the last I ever heard of him, but it's certainly not the last BBC that I ever sucked. It was a very long time until I bagged my next one as I never actively pursued one, returning to my hetero life for years. I must say that I never gave up the thirst for, or the thrill of, sucking on big cocks.
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