Cum Dump Squad: Hotel Surprise

Summary: Straight guy discovers colleague has a BBC and....

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Cum Dump Squad: Hotel Surprise

I never imagined I would ACTUALLY suck a cock.

Although I would be lying if I said that the idea hadn't begun to become a growing fantasy, and an intriguing curiosity, over the months before the 'incident'.

I mean I was and still am happily married, although our once wild sex life had dwindled to once a month sex, sometimes twice. And not the wild in public, or marathon sex of our younger days either... usually missionary, with maybe thirty seconds of head if I was lucky.

I'm not defending what I'm about to tell you, just giving you the reality of the mundane sex life I was living before the 'incident'.

With so little actual sex, I spent a lot of time online... sometimes it was watching porn, but more times than not it was reading erotica.

Mostly I read Lesbian (I loved the idea of girls seducing older woman... often imagining my wife being seduced by one of my hot college students), Group (the idea of swinging with my wife was a secret fantasy... especially watching), Incest (I personally wasn't interested in committing incest, but the taboo of it did turn me on), Interracial (I couldn't explain it but watching a black guy, usually with a huge cock, fucking a white girl always turned me on and I'd be lying even more if I denied that the idea of seeing my wife getting fucked by a huge BBC had popped into my head on more than one occasion), or Anal (an interest bordering on obsession... something I had been able to do with a few girls in my younger days, but not something my wife was into), but when I found an author I really liked I would read their entire catalogue, regardless of category.

Finding stories that had a plot, let alone a believable one, character development, and decent grammar was rare. So when I found an author who did all three I added them to my favourites, voted five stars for the stories I enjoyed and checked back every few days in hopes a new story had been released. On occasion, I favourited a story too, but like movies, I very seldom wanted to read the same story twice.

Anyways, one author wrote stories in all my favourite themes and once I devoured them, I felt empty. So I skimmed her story page and read the one category I had always avoided... Gay.

I'm not homophobic... I teach at a small, but fairly progressive college and am actually the advisor of the LGBTQ+ club... but actually becoming a practicing member of the club was just not something I ever considered.... even remotely.

Even during my one threesome, where the hot Latina Colleen said as she sucked my cock, "Hey baby, why don't you let Jimmy suck your dick while you lick me? He's a better cocksucker then I am."

Even then, in the heat of the moment, I wasn't remotely interested.

No, what did make an impact on me that night was getting to fuck my first ass; pounding Colleen's big booty as her boyfriend watched and jerked off.

Yet, I resisted going for more threesomes, finding the situation awkward once I was sober.

Anyways, I clicked on a story and a whole new world opened up to me. I was drawn in by her words, her description of cock and the visual of it in a mouth.

She made the idea of sucking cock not only not gay, but something all men wanted to do... that only those brave and truthful about their sexuality were being true to themselves.

She said that it was only natural that all guys at some point wondered about sucking or getting sucked by another guy.

Before that day I could truthfully say I had never thought about either giving or receiving gay head.

Yet, after reading a dozen of her gay stories over a few days, and coming a half dozen times from them... I began to make her bold statement true, as I wondered about both sucking cock and getting sucked by a guy.

If the stories and many online sites I read were true, guys were way better cock suckers, they swallowed and didn't stop until the job was done and every drop of cum was drained... that was an appealing concept since I hadn't shot a load in a mouth since college, my wife never once finishing what she started... at least with her mouth.

Now, that all said, I never imagined I would end up becoming a cock sucker... but I did... I mean I am and much more.

And, like most things in life, it started rather simply.

In addition to teaching History, I'm also an assistant coach for our college's football team. During our first away game of the new season, I ended up sharing a hotel room with our new head coach, who was also a new teacher at our school. It was no big deal, we're a small school with a small budget... and besides, we booked two queen beds.

But a variety of things led to becoming the cock-sucking bottom I am now.

First, we ended up getting upgraded to a room with a hot tub... but only one king-sized bed.

Two, it was the only room available and they were also out of cots.

Three, after a four-hour flight, I was stiff as hell and decided I was going to use the hot tub.

Fourth, I saw Tyler's massive cock... which made me think back to all the gay stories I had read, especially the big black cock stories that drew me in.

Still, just because I was curious, I never imagined crossing the line.

Once in the hotel room, I said, "I'm going directly in the hot tub."

"Sounds like a plan," he concurred, before adding, "although not without a drink."

"Good call," I nodded, as he pulled out a pint of whiskey he'd picked up at an airport kiosk.

He poured a couple of drinks and then began undressing.

This surprised me, yet I suppose it shouldn't have. Coaching football, seeing guys undressing or completely naked wasn't really anything out of the ordinary.

I began getting undressed too, really wanting to get in the hot tub. Enough alcohol and a lengthy time in the hot tub would make me crash hard.

To my surprise, once he was naked, he headed to the hot tub.

I asked, "No trunks?"

He turned to me and I saw his dick for the first time. He grabbed it casually and joked, "Just one trunk."

I laughed, as I stared at his huge dick, larger in its flaccid state than I was when completely hard and ready for action.

I also felt my cock betray me as it began to harden as I took in that he was completely shaved, which somehow made it look even bigger.

I said, realizing I was staring at it, "Jesus Christ, what do you feed that thing?"

He shrugged, "It's the other way around; it generally feeds people."

"And I imagine it feeds them well," I laughed, as I tried to not look back down at it, before adding, I don't know why, "At least the myth of big black dick is true."

He turned around and went into the hot tub as he agreed, "It's just dominant ancestral genetics."

I laughed, now only in my boxers, "I guess my ancestors come from a different line."

He laughed, "It's probably God's way of paying back black people for centuries of slavery to white people."

"Well, then, damn my ancestors," I joked, wishing I could see his dick again. There was just something enticing and majestic about it... tempting me to cross the threshold of straightness I had been clinging on to by a thread.

"Are you coming in or what?" he asked as he settled into the water, seated so he was looking straight at me.

"Yeah, yeah," I nodded, as I added, "Feeling a little self-conscious after seeing your enormous..." I paused for the right word as I looked back at it again and finished with, "bayonet." All the while trying to convince my completely hard cock to go back to slumber.

"Haven't heard that one before," he laughed, which meant he had many times. He sipped his whiskey.

"It's like a cannon," I said, wishing my cock would calm down and wondering why I kept talking about his dick.

"It has shot many cannonballs," he said, able to play on whatever words I used.

"I imagine so," I nodded, still not taking off my boxers to reveal that his dick and/or the conversation had me horny.

After a pause, he asked, "You're hard, aren't you?"

"Pardon?" I asked, hearing his very accurate assumption, but trying to play dumb as I told my dick, 'Go down, go down, go down.'

"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "Many straight guys get excited by my cock."

"I'm not excited by your cock," I lied, as I figured fuck it and pulled off my boxers to reveal my completely erect five-inch cock.

"I didn't mean you were some cock sucker," he said, "I'm just saying I tend to have an impact on straight white guys."

"You do, do you?" I laughed, as I got in the hot tub, and tried to act casual.

He thankfully changed the subject, "So, ready for the first big game?"

"Well, we are a lot better than we were last year," I said.

"We better be," he said, "otherwise I will be a one and done coach."

"I think you'll be here awhile," I said, "you have really changed the culture already."

"Well, we'll know after tomorrow," he said.

We ended up talking for fifteen minutes about football, our useless Dean, and how hot the new English Professor from England was, when he suddenly stood up.

The hot tub wasn't very big, so his cock was right in front of my face, just dangling there like forbidden fruit.

I thought about how the many stories I'd read often had moments like this... that pivotal moment where a straight guy crossed the line.

But I wasn't that brave nor was I about to risk my professional relationship with a colleague much younger than me.

He asked, "Want another drink?"

"Definitely," I agreed, handing him my empty glass, all the while trying, but failing, to not stare at his cock.

He walked away seemingly oblivious to the impact he was having on me as my cock again hardened under the water.

When he returned a couple of minutes later, he handed me my drink, and his dick was again just inches from my face.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing this on purpose... although I had met his hot, blonde, NFL cheerleader girlfriend and she was an eleven out of ten.

He sat back down and we chatted sports for a while until he suddenly stood up, lifted himself up and sat on the ledge with only his legs in the water.

His cock was again in perfect view...seemingly there to tempt me.

He kept talking about football as I tried to not to glance down or stare at his cock... which was hard... like my own had again become at the sight of his impressive member and the idea of sucking cock for the first time.

Of course, like checking out a student with excessive cleavage, or Professor Jones and her amazing legs always encased in pantyhose, I couldn't resist taking quick glances.

It was a few minutes of vague listening, with me making a lot of agreement sounds, as an internal hunger grew inside me... my secret fantasy as well as the alcohol having me definitely thinking with the wrong head.

Tyler changed the subject as he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little," I answered, instantly glancing down at his juicy cock.

Fuck, I just called my much younger colleague's cock 'juicy'.

"Just want a snack?" he asked, his tone shifting as I realized that my last quick glance had turned into a stare.

I looked up at him and he had a smile on his face. He said, "Don't worry, Dan, you're not alone."

"What?" I asked.

"Straight white guys love my cock," he said rather matter-of-factly, repeating his earlier words.

"So you said before," I replied, trying to act casual even as I fought every urge to look down between his open legs.

"Have you sucked cock before?" he asked casually, as if he was asking if I'd ever had sushi before.

"What? No," I answered, trying to act shocked.

"Dan, it's obvious you're enamoured by my cock and it's nothing to be ashamed of," he continued. "Most white guys are."

If the many stories I had read online, as well as the comments at the end of the stories, as well as research I had done on cock sucking was true, he wasn't lying.

Yet, it was one thing to read and jerk off to the idea of sucking a cock, especially a black cock, it was an entirely different thing to actually suck a cock... especially a young colleague's black cock.

"Go ahead," he offered, "we both know you want to."

I finally glanced back down to take another look at the majestic beauty of what God had blessed him with.

I stared back up at him with a look that I imagined showed how my body was feeling: confused lust.

Did I want to suck his cock?

God, yes.

Did I want to make a fantasy that had been slowly consuming my thoughts for a while come true?

Yes.

Was I curious what it would feel like in my mouth, to bob up and down the thick cock, and to taste a full load of cum?

Yes

And yes.

And yes.

Yet, my cock hard, and my mouth watering, I still wasn't sure I could cross the invisible line from straight to cock sucker.

"Is your dick still hard?" he asked.

"Yeah," I admitted, figuring no reason to lie since I couldn't hide the evidence.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't know," I lied, not wanting to admit the obvious to him.

"We both know why," he said confidently. "You want to suck my cock."

"Tyler!" I gasped at how bluntly he said it.

"Dan," he continued, "it's natural. White men almost unanimously deep down want to suck black cock. It's just in your DNA."

"That's ridiculous," I said. Sure, I wanted to suck his cock, but my curiosity about sucking cock wasn't just about colour and race, but about the unique beauty of a man's penis. Plus, the idea most white men craved black cock was an utterly preposterous assumption... even though online it seemed true.

"Is it?" he questioned. "I have had straight teens when I was in high school, straight jocks throughout college, straight teachers and professors and many straight strangers who all became cock suckers for me. I don't force them, I don't belittle them, but once they see my black cock... well... the rest is history."

I tried to imagine others who would be feeling like I was at this exact moment. While I wasn't sure race completely factored into my excitement, it definitely enhanced it, I did indeed want to suck a cock... his cock.

"You wouldn't be the first white colleague either," he added.

My eyes instantly went big, I knew he wasn't bluffing. Who else on our staff had already sucked his cock?

He continued, adding to my shock, "You see, I never have to go far to get my dick sucked. If you don't want to, I'll simply snap a picture of my black cock and I'll have dozens of eager offers to choose from."

Baffled by his words, I pointed out, "But you have a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend."

"So?" he shrugged. "First off, I'm not married, although I imagine I'll keep letting white guys suck on me when I am. But I don't fuck other women, I don't get sucked by other women. I only do what she can't do, what no female can do, get an amazing blow job from a straight guy. Even she admits that guys give way better head than girls."

"Really?" I asked, my eyes moving back and forth from his eyes to his cock like a yo-yo... although I had read that theory.

"Women eat pussy better because they understand the entire region, which is the same reason guys are better cock suckers."

There was a similar theory in stories I read and I wondered how much better a guy should do sucking me.

"Plus, white cock suckers think it is a complete privilege to suck a black cock and worship it like a dick should be worshipped. While women think of it as just a part of the act," he continued.

Again that made sense, as that was definitely my wife.

"And even better, no talking or reciprocation needed. They come to me, drop to their knees, suck my cock, swallow my load and leave. What is better than that?"

I laughed, "Sounds too good to be true."

"It does, but it is the truth," he finished, before asking, "Are you go to keep staring and drooling over my dick or are you going to take the plunge?"

"What about work?" I asked.

"I don't reveal my cocksuckers to others," he assured, before adding, "So many white guys you think are straight are eager cock suckers for black cock. I've been sucked by every type of guy: rich businessmen, high priced lawyers, old school judges, politicians who get elected on family values, doctors, teachers, and even students."

The list turned me on. The idea of a secret world of cock suckers somehow was riveting.

"I'm going to get another drink and turn on the television to watch the pregame," he said, standing up. "If you want to suck my cock, come and suck me while I watch TV."

He moved right in front of me and I decided I couldn't resist any longer, instantly understanding why Eve couldn't resist the temptation of the forbidden fruit as I reached for the majestic black snake.

But he moved away. "I've given you a few opportunities to suck me and you haven't taken them. Now you will have to come to me."

He got out of the tub and headed over to pour himself another drink.

I suddenly felt like I was in high school again, trying to impress a girl.

I didn't move right away as I watched him pour his drink, grab the remote control and sit on the king sized bed we were to share.

He sipped on his drink while watching the pre-game between the Giants and the Eagles. It was a big divisional game with both of them and the Commanders all tied for first.

I waited a couple of minutes before I got out of the hot tub and began drying off.

I continued bouncing back and forth between my two options, even as I walked towards the bed, my lust and curiosity leading the way to a decision I already knew I had made.

I got onto the bed and he simply parted his legs without saying a word.

I crawled between them, shame and excitement crashing inside me at the same time.

I wordlessly took his flaccid cock in my hand, in awe of how thick and heavy it was.

I then leaned down, opened wide, and took his thick mushroom top in my mouth.

"There ya go," was all he said as I crossed the line... realizing there wasn't any going back.

I was in complete awe as I stroked the bottom of his python while feeling it awaken from its slumber in my mouth.

Salty sweat.

It felt so amazing.

It felt so natural.

It felt like this was what I was born to do.

I bobbed slowly, taking only a couple of inches into my mouth, as it hardened.

Soon it was completely hard.

In my mouth.

I had a massive black cock between my lips.

I had the thick black dick of one of my colleagues in my mouth.

I continued stroking the porn star worthy dick as I bobbed on it... slowly trying to take more in my mouth which each downwards suck.

As I did, in complete euphoria at what I was doing, I thought of my wife and wondered how she could complain about doing such a thing.

My hard cock ached with longing as I serviced my colleague's dick.

"Christ, Jones's stats the last two weeks have been terrible," he said, talking to me as if I wasn't sucking his dick.

I tried listening to the TV, but the reality was I couldn't. I instead focused on worshipping one of God's greatest creations: a big black dick.

I was curious how long he could last.

I was curious what cum... especially his cum... would taste like.

I also couldn't help but wonder who else I knew had sucked his cock and were they already cock suckers or had he turned them, like me. Which professors? Which students? Any of our players?

"You're a natural, Dan," he groaned after a few minutes of slow cock sucking.

This made me want to be a great cock sucker, so I began going faster, and as I took more of his cock in my mouth I suddenly gagged.

"It's okay Dan, even experienced cock suckers gag a bit on me sometimes."