Interracial Dominance (mm)
3rd time, in a series about my first sexual encounters with other
men
by caelin, February 2008

It had been years since my encounter with Kotter (as detailed in
my previous real-life story: Interracial Seduction).  I had been
with several women, since then, but found myself fantasizing
about that summer when Kotter had seduced me and, essentially,
made me his bitch.  Maybe it had been the smooth way he had
seduced me into being his personal suck-toy for the summer. Maybe
it had been the novelty of it being my first time with an African
American or my second time with a another male.

Whatever the reason, I found myself daydreaming about it.

A lot.

In regards to the women I mentioned, earlier: I had been
frequenting a website – Adult Friend Finders – and had actually
met three women through this site, all within a 50-mile radius!
Three women had contacted me (not at the same time), over the
three years I had a profile up, and I arranged meetings with all
three. I ended up fucking two, and getting fucked by one.  One
was a submissive – a nice girl, but I was submissive, too, so we
didn’t have what it took to get to the next level. One had been
looking for an affair, which I provided … a nice meaningless
series of one-night stands. The third was a heavy-set woman, who
was into dominating men.  She enjoyed tying me up and hitting me,
roleplaying a reverse rape scene. That ended when she abused my
trust by using me as a toilet, one day, while I was tied up.
Stories with those themes may be hot, but I’m not into that stuff
… at least, not in real life.

You might think that 3 women over 3 years isn’t a great
percentage, but it sure beat what I was getting at bars.  In any
event, this proved to me that the site worked … it was a place
where I could get a few nibbles for sex opportunities.

I realized that all of my hook-ups since that summer had been
with white women. I had begun fantasizing about having sex with
an African American – preferably a dominant one – male or female
– didn’t matter.  One of each would have been heaven!

Still being single, I realized there was nothing preventing me
from following up on my fantasies. While I had no idea where
Kotter was, these days, I’d bet there were plenty of black men
out there who would love to get sucked off by a white guy.  And
maybe some black women who might be into topping a white guy!

You never know unless you try, right?

I created some new profiles on the site – one to attract a black
woman and one to attract a black man. I didn’t use my original
profile because I didn’t want to scare off any possible female
hook-ups who might be skittish upon discovering I was bisexual,
and not het.

There are two ways to get results on the AFF website: You can
create a profile of interests and wait for someone to contact
you, or you can search/browse posted profiles, looking for any
that might be of interest. I always went with the first route:
Putting up a profile to see who might be interested. Maybe it’s
my submissive nature coming through, but being hunted and pursued
was part of the thrill, for me. looking back, my passive approach
may be why I had gotten only three female hook-ups on the site;
most women seemed to employ the passive approach, as well.  The
three that had taken the initiative to contact me were probably
exceptions.  Then again, I prefer women who aren’t passive,
anyway.

Anyway, one of the profiles I created indicated that I was a
white Caucasian, in my 30s, about 5’10”, fairly athletic build,
brown hair and blue eyes – and that I was looking for a
thick-bodied or heavyset black man of any legal age.  (Yeah, I
have a thing for heavyset sex partners – of either gender and of
any race. Something about feeling that extra weight on me is a
real turn-on!)

Anyway, after defining a broad geographic area around my city, I
posted the profile and waited. To be honest, I sort of forgot
about it for a while, getting caught up with other aspects of
life.

Some time later, I received an e-mail from someone calling
himself “Dirtyminded.” It was a short note: He said he was a gay
black man in his 30s, living in (city name, near the outer edge
of my geographic circle), and he would let me suck him off.

I was thrilled, but suddenly frightened. I had never “solicited”
sex with a man before. Beyond fears of violence or disease, I was
now wrestling with my own sexual identity issues.  Up until now,
I had been secure in the knowledge that I was a male who was
attracted to women, but also got excited about submitting to some
men (especially if they were black).

But now … now I was out hunting for “gay sex.”  Labels can be
powerful things and this scared me.

But not enough to forego the offer. With my heart in my throat, I
wrote back and thanked him, accepting the offer. We exchanged a
series of e-mails, after that. He asked me why I was so
interested in sucking black cock and I told him of my encounter
with Kotter – how the older black man had seduced me and
eventually made me give him oral sex for the rest of the summer.

Dirtyminded seemed to like that story. A lot.  He repeated that
he’d love to have me suck his cock and urged us to get together.

Dirtyminded volunteered that he had about 8 inches. Personally, I
don’t give a shit about cock size. If it’s big enough to suck,
it’s big enough, I say. In fact, I prefer average-sized cocks, if
I do go with a man. Bigger than that may sound exciting, but it
isn’t workable. Cock size is the main reason I’d never gone
through with anal sex. My college roommate was the only one who’d
ever penetrated me; he had “only” about 6 inches and it had hurt
like hell – so much that I had pulled away and hadn’t let him
finish.

If Dirtyminded did really have 8 inches … fine.  I’d find a way
to stuff it all into my mouth. But I assumed he was exaggerating.
I’ve heard enough locker-room banter and read enough porn to
realize that EVERY man seems to claim “8 inches.” Some will try
to appear modest and claim 7, probably thinking this
“under-claim” makes their claim more believable.

Strange how so many men claim to have 7” and 8” cocks when the
national average is 5 to 7 inches. 5-1/2” to 6” is the most
common, according to statistics. If so many think 7 is average,
no wonder so many guys have “size issues.”

You know how you can tell if an “adult” story is true? When the
guy telling it confesses to having a truly average-sized penis!

Me, I have about 6, when fully erect.  Average. And that’s OK. 
After personally being on the receiving end of 6 inches, I can
tell you: It’s PLENTY!

Anyway, back to my story.

Dirtyminded wrote back, naming a little motel (which I had never
heard of), just off the Beltway.  It would be quite a drive for
me -- maybe around an hour – but the city he lived in was even
farther away.

I was to reserve a room and park out front, leaving the door
ajar. I described my car so he’d know what to look for.

We’d meet Saturday morning.

This coming Saturday.

Trembling, I clicked Send and my e-mail response was off. No
turning back, now!  Or was there? Would I actually go through
with this?

Saturday came and I found myself in my car, driving for the
Beltway.

Was I really going to go through with this, I wondered?  Was I
really going to drive for almost an hour just to suck off a
strange black man in a motel room – to let him cum in my mouth?

The idea terrified and thrilled me.

I found the motel with little problem and went in to reserve a
room. This part scared me, too: I had never reserved a room “for
sex,” before. How was it done? Would I have to show ID? How would
I return the key, afterwards … they’d know if it was only an
hour!

My anxieties turned out to be needless, as the clerk provided a
key without question and I finally found myself back outside,
ready to find “my room.” I’ll confess, part of me resented that I
was the one who’d be paying for a room to suck HIM off, in!  But
the thrill of the coming encounter pushed that petty thought
away.

I found the room and parked my car out front, as instructed. It
was a bright yellow car, so it should be easy to spot.

I unlocked the door and entered. It was your standard budget
motel room: Small, two beds, television, a chair …

I sat down and waited.

It seemed like a lot of time passed. Was I early? Was he even
coming?  Maybe he had changed his mind? Maybe he had been as
nervous as I was? Would I be stood up?  Had I driven all this way
and paid for a motel room for nothing?

As I tortured myself with speculation, the door (which had been
left ajar, as instructed) opened and a big, black man stepped in.

My heart leapt into my throat! This guy was physically a dream
image of all my “gay” fantasies! He was about 2 – 3 inches taller
than me, with short curly black hair and a handsome face. His
skin was a rich, deep, chocolate brown that would provide a
stunning contrast to my own pale flesh.

It was all I could do not to drop to my knees then and there and
pull his pants off!

“Caelin?” he asked, softly, in a rich baritone. I nodded, nervous
and shy, suddenly unable to speak.

He held out his arms and turned slowly, showing off his body. “I
guess you could say I’m ‘thick-bodied,’” he grinned.  He seemed a
little self-conscious. But he had no reason to be, in view of my
body-type fetish.

He was, indeed, thick-bodied. He was definitely not fat (although
that would have been fine, too), but everything about him seemed
thick – his barrel chest; his thick middle; his wide, powerful
hips …

“Perfect,” I squeaked, my throat painfully constricted with
anxiety and lust. “Absolutely perfect!”

I moved towards him and he unexpectedly pulled me into an
embrace. His thick, dark lips pressed down on my mouth,
surprising me with a passionate kiss.

I hadn’t expected this … I always seem to be surprised when
another guy kisses me. I guess I just never think kissing as a
part of sex, at least not between guys. Sucking cocks: Yes.
Kissing? Not so much.

But I have to admit, it never failed to affect me.

This time was no different; I quickly succumbed to his kiss,
parting my lips to allow his eager tongue to slide inside. He
held me close, boldly exploring my mouth with his thick, lustful
tongue. My legs began to tremble as he took possession of my
mouth.

Almost without my knowledge, my hands began to strip him,
unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an expanse of wide, dark chest.
Little curly-cues of dark hair dotted his deep-brown torso, like
little knots of black sheep wool.

Releasing me from his kiss, he began to rip his clothes off. I
was a little disappointed that he wasn’t stripping me, but … so
what? I began eagerly stripping off my own clothes.

Dirtyminded got naked first. Pulling down his underwear, he
revealed the absolute biggest, darkest cock I had ever seen! He
had claimed about 8 inches, but I swear it was more!  And
incredibly thick! I mean, when I grabbed the shaft, my fingers
barely touched!  And grabbing his cockhead, I found I couldn’t
close my hand around it, it was so big.

Great, right? Wrong. I knew there was no way I was going to be
able to get more than about a third of that monster into my mouth
… maybe half if I could control my gag reflex. And what if things
went … further? What if he wanted to fuck me? There was
absolutely no WAY that massive cock was going up my ass! It would
have felt about as good as trying to drive a Volkswagen up my
semi-virgin shit chute!

Still … there it was … big, black, and stiff. A black cock … just
as I’d been fantasizing (although I HAD fantasized smaller).
Moaning with pent-up desire, my legs gave out and I dropped to my
knees. Greedily, I sucked as much of that big, dark piece of meat
into my mouth as I could, and began sucking.

“This is it,” a voice in the back of my head told me. “Here you
are: On your knees, white boy, with a big, black dick in your
mouth. You’re a submissive little white faggot and he’s going to
shoot his load in your mouth, to mark his conquest.”

I was in heaven!

I sucked greedily, letting his big cock plop out of my mouth only
long enough to lick his long shaft and bulbous cockhead.

I wanted his cum! I wanted him to shoot it into me, while I was
on my knees before him. I wanted to feel his hot jizz gush into
my mouth so I could swallow his steaming load. At that point, I
didn’t care about disease or protection or anything – I wanted to
eat cum! I wanted him to fill my mouth with his jizz.

All too soon, he gently pushed my head back and pulled me to my
feet. Had I done something wrong, I wondered?

No, I realized -- he wanted to go further. He gently, but firmly
guided me to the nearest of the two beds. He stopped and
retrieved a metal ring from the pocket of his pants, now lying in
a heap on the floor. Deftly, he clamped the strange ring around
the base of his throbbing erection. I realized it was a cockring!
I had heard of these before, but never actually seen one.

Dirtyminded smiled and gently, but firmly, pushed me onto my
back, on the bed.

The big black man straddled me, sitting his wide ass on my chest,
pinning my arms under his legs. That enormous cock bobbed gently
above my face.

I thought I might pass out from excitement. I LOVED being pinned
down … especially if I am pinned down and then forced to perform
oral sex. I’ve had a few women do this to me, in my life, but
this was the first time a man was doing it.

Dirtyminded leaned forward and rubbed his big, dark cockhead
against my lips. I tasted his salty precum as it smeared on my
mouth and started to feel light-headed. I parted my lips
slightly, letting him force them further apart as he pushed his
big organ into my mouth. My jaw widened alarmingly to accommodate
him.

Slowly, he began to pump in and out.

My head was spinning in an erotic fog. I sucked greedily as the
big black man started fucking me in the mouth. I could feel his
weight pressing down on me. My arms were immobilized, securely
pinned under his thick, dark legs. He pulled almost all the way
out, seeming to enjoy watching how my thin, pinkish lips
stretched as his swollen cockhead passed. Then he’d slide back
in, seeming to enjoy watching his big shaft disappear down this
subdued white boy’s throat.

Actually, that’s only partially true – he didn’t go down my
throat. He’d bump up against the back, sometimes, but he never
tried to force himself deeper. Given my helpless state, I was
grateful for his consideration. Deep-throating may SOUND hot, but
if you’re on the receiving end and you’re not experienced, it
isn’t fun! I did try to deep-throat him, a few times, hoping this
time would be different. But it wasn’t; I just couldn’t control
my gag reflex.

Dirtyminded straddled me like that for quite a while, pinning my
arms with his legs as he fucked me in the mouth. I have to admit,
I was loving it. I had been fantasizing about sucking a black
cock for several years and now, not only was I actually sucking a
black cock again, I was even being held down and gently forced to
do so! This increased my excitement by an order of magnitude!

One strange thing I noticed: I wasn’t hard.

I couldn’t understand it … I don’t think I had ever been so
turned on in my life, but my penis remained flaccid.  I was so
excited that I could barely think straight, yet I wasn’t showing
it physically.

I decided it didn’t matter, now … I didn’t need to be hard in
order to suck him off.

Dirtyminded pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving me feeling
empty and yearning for more.  He reversed position, again
kneeling on my forearms to pin them. But now, I had his wide,
dark ass less than an inch from my face. Like his chest, it was
dotted with little black knots of “sheep wool.”

I was so excited that I could barely breathe. I prayed that he
would reach back, spread his big, dark ass cheeks, and sit on my
face. I wanted this big black man to smother me with his ass and
force me to rim his asshole with my tongue.

But he didn’t. Maybe he was “respecting my boundaries.” Maybe he
didn’t realize how effectively he’d unleashed the “submissive
slut” in me. Straining my neck, I planted hot, fevered kisses all
over his backside, wherever I could reach.

The little voice in the back of my mind laughed. “You’re kissing
a black man’s ass, white boy,” it tittered. “Literally!”

I ignored the mocking voice and kept kissing, hoping Dirtyminded
would heed my mental pleas and sit back on my face.

He did eventually move back, but not to settle his hot, black ass
on my eager, submissive white face. Instead, he raised his ass up
as he moved back and I found myself staring at his heavily-hung
genitals, waving gently above me.

He still had my arms pinned or I would have grabbed that dangling
cock and forced it into my mouth. Sensing my desire, he reached
one hand down to aim his massive weapon at my mouth. Slowly, he
lowered himself and I let him push my lips apart and enter me
again.

I watched his heavy, dark balls swing over me as he slowly began
to pump into my mouth again. From this position, his cock could
slide a bit deeper before triggering my gag reflex. I reveled in
the feeling of being held down and fucked in the mouth. I hoped
it would never end … but I also yearned for him to cum in my
mouth … to grant me the honor of bringing him to climax.

He fucked me like that for a long time, holding me down as he
straddled my face, sliding his massive member in and out of my
overfilled mouth. I thought I might actually climax. myself –
just from the hot domination!  This in spite of not having gotten
hard, yet.

I chalked my temporary impotence up to anxiety, from this new
situation.

After fucking my face for several minutes, Dirtyminded pulled out
and laid down on the bed next to me.

Smiling in seductive dominance, he whispered …

“It’s your destiny, Caelin.”

I looked into his eyes and realized … he was right. It WAS my
destiny … to meet him, to be overcome by him … to become his sex
toy or even sex slave. At that moment, I knew this man could do
anything he wanted to me, for as long as he wanted.

“You know what comes next,” he whispered.

I gulped.

I did know what was coming next. This hot, dominant, thick-bodied
black man was going to fuck me in the ass.

“I’ll teach you some things you can do to avoid making a mess,
next time,” he told me, as he unrolled a condom he had placed on
the nightstand.  He saw me looking at him with fearful eyes.

“It’s your destiny, Caelin,” he repeated.

At that moment, I realized I wasn’t leaving this room with my
anal virginity still “semi-intact.” This stud WAS going to fuck
me and he WAS going to make me his bitch. I was so excited, I
could barely breathe. This was even better than Kotter’s
seduction!

“Fuck me,” I begged, as he positioned me on my hands and knees,
on the bed. “Please! Fuck me!”

Dirtyminded smiled and began applying lube to his enormous,
condom-covered cock.

Panting with lust, I watched him lube up.

Suddenly, fear seized me. What was I doing?!? I watched in horror
as he greased up that massive shlong.

“Holy SHIT!” I thought, in sudden panic. “I couldn’t take my
college roommates 6-incher! How in the world can I take THAT
monster?!?” The thought of being butt-fucked by this black stud
was incredibly exciting, but I had to face reality: There was no
WAY I could take that huge cock without an incredible amount of
pain … and possible injury!

I had been kneeling receptively, face-down ass-up, on the bed.
Turning pale, I quickly lowered my ass and sat up.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “You’re … you’re just too big!! I … I
just don’t think I can take that!”

I thought he’d be angry. To be honest, part of me hoped he’d
throw me down on the floor and fuck me, anyway.

But he didn’t.

Ever the gentleman, he didn’t even press, instead removing the
condom.

I felt terrible and had an overwhelming urge to help him get off.
I felt as if I owed it to him.

“Let’s take care of you, now,” I urged, gently pushing him onto
his back.  Unfortunately, before I could move to suck him or at
least to give him a hand job, he started masturbating.

Normally, this would have been hot. But I was crestfallen. I felt
like a failure. I hadn’t succeeded in getting him off with my
mouth, so far, and now he was jerking off, rather than utilizing
me to cum.

I held him while he pumped his cock in his fist, until he finally
came, spurting on his own stomach.

If I’d have been thinking, I should have positioned myself to
catch his load in my mouth, as he jerked off. Maybe let him cum
on my face. Or at least cleaned him up by licking the cum from
his belly.

But, I’m ashamed to say, all of those options came to me later. I
just lay there, next to him. He used a tissue form the nightstand
to clean himself off.

“Did I …?” I started to ask, wracked with insecurity, “… did I
suck you, OK?”

Dirtyminded grinned at me, reassuringly. “You sucked me just
fine,” he said. “Hey, I’m heading up to Virginia next weekend.
Why don’t you come with me and I can spend the weekend sliding it
into you?”

This was where I made my second mistake. I got caught up thinking
how awkward it might be to explain to some family members I had
visiting. They wouldn’t be leaving until after the weekend. How
could I leave them to follow up on this opportunity?

“This weekend?” I stuttered. “I’m not sure I can get away this
weekend.”

Dirtyminded nodded and we parted. I dropped the key off at the
front desk and drove home.

I began kicking myself. Why did I turn him down?!? The idea of
spending a weekend with him … getting deliciously dominated for
hours at a time over the course of an entire weekend …!?! Having
him “slide it into me …” God, that was hot! I knew what that was
code for. In addition to sucking him for hours at a time, there
would be a better than average chance that I’d end up getting
fucked in the ass, before I left.

I had been hesitant about that route, earlier, but my arousal had
been mounting and was now overcoming my initial fear.

I WANTED him to fuck me, I realized. If I could endure the first
time, I figured, it would be easier in the future. Eventually,
I’d probably LOVE getting fucked in the ass. The mental image of
him plowing me from behind made me weak with excitement.

He WAS big.  But if I got stretched out enough, I’ll bet I could
take him.

Unfortunately, a series of disasters hit me before I could follow
up and let him know I’d changed my mind.

Due to a series of personal issues, I wasn’t able to get back to
Dirtyminded right away. He didn’t contact me, probably thinking
that “the neurotic little white tease” wasn’t worth the effort.

Our only method of contact had been through the AFF website, but
I found I had lost the password for my account!

For days, I looked everywhere and tried to wrack my brain to
remember, all to no avail. I registered a new account, and
searched for his profile, but had no luck. Maybe it was because
he was a Hunter and had hidden his profile from public viewing.
Or maybe he deleted his account.

All I know is that I never heard from him again.

While I still had occasional fantasies about Kotter and my summer
seduction, I found that my fantasies about black men now
primarily involve getting dominated and fucked by Dirtyminded.

I believe it is still my “destiny” to get fucked by Dirtyminded and fantasize about running across him again, in the future.
