My First BBC Blowjob

This is a true story about the first time I sucked a big black dick.

I was in my mid twenties and just got my first apartment after college, but it was a big of a low point in my life. My long term girlfriend left me right when we were supposed to move in together. We were together since college, about four years at this point, and we were supposed to split the rent, leaving me financially overstretched. I was broke and depressed, I hated my job and felt sorry for myself about the whole situation.

I coped by drinking, mostly by myself since I couldn't afford to go out often at that point. I was always a bit of a drinker, but at that point I was basically getting drunk every night. I also ended up watching a lot of porn, and jerking off nightly. It was mostly basic stuff at first, lots of amateurs, and a bit of interracial. Nothing too crazy. But I ended up gravitating towards interracial. Big black dicks on little white girls, especially the amateur and rougher stuff. Before long this was 90% of the stuff I was watching and came to.

About five weeks after the breakup, I saw her posting online about a new guy she was hooking up with. I was devastated. It was this big black guy from her gym. She had a lot of saccharine posts about their new relationship, and it made me really upset that she was seeing someone so quickly. I don't know why, but it being this guy that she knew while we were dating made it all the worse. I cyberstalked his profile and saw that he had a history of dating white women, and had multiple girlfriends in the last couple of years.

For some reason it made me so mad that she was dating this black guy. I wasn't racist or anything, but seeing that he had been running through all these hot white girls made me really angry. That night I got really drunk, and did my usual jerk off session in front of the computer, cumming to an interracial scene with a hung black guy and a brunette with a great ass. After I was finished I felt ashamed of my self, pathetic and small.

About a week later, after a rare night out, I came home from a bar shitfaced, and sent her a series of drunken texts. I called her a whore, said how dare you date someone else so quickly, and accused her of cheating on me with him. A few minutes later she called. I foolishly picked up. She was with him.

They berated me for about a minute before I shamefully hung up. She said I was an asshole with a little dick, and never treated her right. He laughed and said that she was finally with a man that would take care of all her needs, including in the bedroom. He had a deep voice. She laughed and said something about how big his dick was. I hung up at that with tears in my eyes. They called again, but I didn't pick up. They left a voicemail which was mostly him saying never to call her again and that she was about to get some real dick. She threw in a "and I was cheating on you." at the end for good measure, and they both laughed as they hung up.

I was devastated and too drunk to fully process everything. I think I cried a little bit and then went and opened a beer in the kitchen. But before I knew it I was back in front of the computer, looking up things like BBC, big black dick on white girl, etc. etc.

The next day I saw she had posted something obliquely mocking me without mentioning me by name. If I felt low the day before this just made it all so much worse. I felt weak and pathetic, sad, lonely, and somewhat horny by the thought of her with this big black guy.

To make a long story short, my porn tastes quickly became almost exclusively interracial porn. Hung black guys on hot white girls, and then I slowly found myself clicking on sissy stuff, black dominance stuff, race play stuff, even interracial gay/bi videos. I felt like a degenerate, but kept leaning in, eventually watching stuff with white guys getting dominated by big black dicks.

Eventually, I got the idea that I could have an anonymous hook up or something with a black guy. I don't know why I went this far with it. I think part of me thought that I would provide it was just a fetish and I could just jerk off to the conversations, while part of me really wanted to get on my knees for a big black dick. I made (and deleted) some gay dating profiles over the next couple of months, starting conversations with guys while I was watching porn, only to ghost them when they started asking for my phone number or I came from jerking off.

This carried on for some time. I was calling myself bi curious and messaging black guys, saying things like I never did anything like this before and I wanted to try to suck a big black dick. I got a good amount of responses and some phone numbers, but always chickened out and ended up just jerking off, until one night.

It was a Friday in the summer. With interracial porn blazing from my computer screen, I was deep in a conversation with one guy in particular. He was in great shape, handsome, and lived only a few miles away. He seemed nice and very understandable when I hit him with the "I never did this before" line. He said that he was "the first dick for a lot of white boys", and followed up with a dick pic, asking me what I thought.

It was huge. And I told him that. He held up his big, cut, erect dick against a cable remote for scale. I told him it looked huge. What I didn't tell him was that I have the same cable remote, and went and compared my own erect dick to it. He was almost twice the size. And way thicker around the circumference.

He asked for my number. This is where I usually bailed on the conversations. For whatever reason, this time I sent it to him. I don't know what I was thinking, I was just too into the moment. A minute later my phone buzzed with a "Hey" from an unsaved number. It was him. My heart started pounding and I started feeling extremely nervous, but I replied back with my own "Hey" and the conversation went from there.

He asked if I wanted to suck a big black dick tonight, and followed up that text with another dick pic, this one with more of his body in it. It was so big, and he was so jacked. Visible abs ran down his shirtless body in the pic. No face though. "Jesus Christ," I said to myself, wondering what I was getting myself into. But I confidently texted him back that I couldn't wait to get on my knees for his monster dick.

I kept thinking I shouldn't do this, that it was wrong, that I was straight and this was just a fetish. But the other part of my brain took over, as if I couldn't help myself but continue this dialogue. I felt dirty, anxious, but somehow turned on by all of this. This mix of thoughts and emotions just washed over me.

He asked for my address. I hesitated. This would be the point of no return. But within a few seconds I was texting him back, giving him not only my address, but the instructions on how to get to the door of my garden apartment.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. This whole thing was crazy. I was pretty drunk already, but went to the kitchen to get a drink to calm my nerves. I took a shot and opened another beer. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

I got a text that he was on his way. GPS said 15 minutes. My mind raced and the anxiety killed the erection I had been stroking. What did I just do? I really did never do anything even remotely like this before. I haven't been with anyone else in months, and a guy never. Did I really just invite a black stranger to my house with the intention of going down on him? When we were texting, we were talking dirty, and I was talking a big game. I literally told him I wanted to suck his big black dick. I never sucked a dick before, forget about an overused black one. This felt so insane, especially now that I wasn't nursing a hard on.

The next 15 minutes felt like an eternity to me. I was filled with trepidation and fear, but also lust and curiosity. Self loathing and excitement. Dread and an eagerness to see what would happen. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my head, from my on my knees with a dick in my mouth to me not answering the door and ghosting him. My phone buzzed. He was walking up to my door now.

I thought about turning the lights off and locking the door. I thought about texting him to go home. But he had my address, and my apartment number. He could make a scene, alert the neighbors. That couldn't happen. I am ashamed to admit I even thought about calling the cops, making up a story about a black man breaking in with a weird gay story I knew nothing about. But I did none of that.

The buzzer rang. My heart felt like it was going to bump out of my chest. My hands felt like they were shaking with the nerves I felt. Nervousness was the main impulse at that moment. There were so many ways that this could go and it was all uncharted territory for me. I looked at the clock. It was 10:30. I got worried that neighbors might come home and see. I thought I could say I was buying weed or something if I let him in, but if he was just seen out there they might know what I was shamefully up to in here. My mind spun.

I slowly opened the door. He stood there and flashed me a smile. He was handsome, great teeth and a neat haircut and beard. He was also tall, about three inches bigger than my skinny six foot frame. I nervously smiled back and quickly let him into my house.

He was wearing grey sweatpants and a white tank top. You could easily see he was in great shape and took care of his body. I apprehensively asked him to have a seat and if he wanted a beer. He said yes. I went to the kitchen and grabbed one for each of us. While handing him his I saw the cable remote on the coffee table. The pictures of his big black dick flashed across my brain. I looked at him when I handed him his drink. He was sitting with his legs spread apart on the left side of my couch. You could easily see the outline of his massive dick through the cotton of his sweatpants. I think I inadvertently stared for a moment before averting my eyes and sitting as far to the right as I could.

We sat in silence for a few long moments. I took a long swing of by beer. He took a small sip of his. I felt him looking at me while I stared straight forwarder in a weird state of shell shock by the situation I put myself in.

"So how's your night so far?" he asked, breaking the thick silence that hung over the room.

"Not bad," I meekly replied, looking over at him for a moment. When I felt my eyes unwittingly roll down and take in the bulge in his pants I forced myself to look away. This was all too much. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack, and my hands were definitely shaking. I never felt a crazier mix of fear, attraction, unease and excitement.

"You were looking to get on your knees and suck this big black dick, right?" he asked, rubbing his dick through his sweatpants. He shifted in his seat, facing his crotch more towards my direction. I felt my cheeks turn red and tried not to look at him, but it was hard. I caught a view of him rubbing his dick down by his thigh in a mirror I had on the other wall. I looked over at him, blushing with shame.

"I, I just never did anything like this before," I quietly stammered, doing my best to look him in the eyes while I said it. "I'm sorry," I continued after a moment, "I just don't know if I can do this."

"It's all good," he said with a chuckle, "I know you said it was your first time. But you also talked a big game, and I thought I was gonna get this dick sucked," he paused and gave me a look, "But we don't have to dive right in though. OK?"

I nodded. I couldn't believe what was happening and what I did to myself to get here. I was a straight white guy. But I invited an anonymous black man to come by under the idea that I was going to suck him off. What was wrong with me? And now that he is here I am finding it hard not to stare. My heart was pounding, my head was spinning, and my hands were visibly shaking as I took another long sip of my beer..

"You seem stressed," he said with a calm but very firm affect, "Why don't you let me rub your shoulders, help you relax? Then we can see what happens from there?"

I nodded again and let out a weak "OK". He shifted his hips back in my couch and patted the space between his legs for me to sit. I apprehensively went and sat on the furthest edge of the couch, leaving a gap of a couple inches between his hips and mine, more or less where he wanted me to, facing away from him with his legs straddled around my waist.

He started to rub my shoulders. And I couldn't help but think it felt great. I haven't been touched like this in months and his strong big hands felt amazing working against my tense shoulders and neck. I found myself relaxing and leaned into it a bit, letting him work out my muscles. At one point he was working on a knot and I let out a low moan.

I don't know when exactly but at some point I noticed our bodies were touching, my back against his stomach, his hips against mine. I don't know if I leaned back, he moved forward, or he gently pulled me backwards, but he was pressed up against me on the couch. I could feel his big soft dick pressed up against my lower back. I didn't pull away, and couldn't help but think about how huge it felt, even soft like it was.

He rubbed my shoulders for a little while longer, slowly rubbing his bulge against my lower back while he did. I felt his big dick rubbing against me, and he knew I felt his big dick rubbing against me. And we both knew I wasn't exactly fighting it. I vaguely tried to pretend I didn't notice, letting him grind against me without resistance.

I felt so confused, like I shouldn't be in this situation, but liked it now that I was. I couldn't help but fixate on how big his dick and balls felt against my lower back. I noticed an erection quickly starting to form in my underwear. This realization filled me with shame, and I tried to move away. He firmly pulled me back, ran a hand through my hair and whispered "it's OK" in my ear, sending chills down my spine. He kissed the back of my neck, and I didn't lean away or try to fight him off.

He was giving me goosebumps, kissing my neck and around my ear. His body was pressed up against mine, and I could feel his dick growing in size. Suddenly I found myself with a raging hard on, my own dick pressing hard against the gym shorts I was wearing. My mind raced. I remember thinking that he felt bigger soft than I was currently hard. I remember wondering why I was so turned on by all this. Wondering why I was rock hard, even though he was still soft. I remembered the picture he sent me, looked at the remote on the coffee table and gulped. What have I gotten myself into?

Without warning he stopped rubbing my back and pushed me to the side. He then stood up, towering over me while I sat. The crotch of his pants stood a few feet away from me at eye level. The outline of his big black dick filled my vision. I could see he was more chubbed up that before. I felt like I couldn't look away, like it was hypnotizing, but secretly I think I just didn't want to look away.

"Do you want to see this black dick?" he asked in a way that seemed more like a command than a question.

"Yes," I whispered, looking up at him. He smiled.

"Can you say that again," he said with a smirk, "I don't think I heard you right."

"Yes," I said, mustering a little more courage. "Show it to me," I said, "I want to see that big black dick." I never said anything like that before out loud. It felt wrong coming out of my lips, but right at the same time. I felt myself turn red again.

He smiled, then reached down his waistband with his right hand. He grabbed his massive dick by the base, swung it around, and slapped it against his left hand a few times before letting it hang down low. He dropped his sweatpants and threw them on the floor. His dick swung like a pendulum past his big ebony balls, hitting against his thigh. Long and thick. Enormous and impressive.

Fuck, I couldn't help but stare. It was just a perfect big black dick. My mind couldn't calculate what was going on. This was all new to me, and I didn't expect to feel this way about it. I felt stunned, like a deer in the headlines, unable to move or do anything but look.

"Tell me what you think," he said, slowly stroking it while looking down on me.

I stammered a few things, but found myself at a loss for words. I really was. While I stared at him stroking his oversized dick I felt like a deer in headlights, hypnotized by this big black dick. Even now looking back it is hard to explain how the first big black dick I ever saw made me feel. Confusion, fear, arousal, anxiety, lust, and a million other feelings. All I knew I was that I about to cross some line and there would be no going back.

I watched it get bigger and bigger in his hand while he stroked it. I watched, finding myself having to fight the urge not to touch myself while taking it all in. I stared, mouth agape, while he quickly got himself fully torqued, his enormous dick standing proud away from his body. It looked impossibly big, standing out like an animals horn, firm and hard, looking like the weight of it should hang it down, but the dick somehow defied the laws of gravity.

"Do you want to touch it," he asked, "I know you do," he laughed, "I can tell from your face. This black dick is giving you feelings you never knew existed isn't it? Don't you want to just reach out and grab it?"

I felt like I couldn't answer the question out loud. I looked up at him and nodded.

"Go ahead," he said, "We both want you to." With that he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand up, placing the palm of my hand against his shaft. After a moment I curled my fingers around, almost like the natural reaction to him putting my hand there. I quickly noticed I couldn't close the circle of my fingers. It was so thick. It felt so much bigger than mine.

It felt so strange having another man's dick in my hand. I remember noticing how warm it felt. It was firm, but soft. Different than holding my own. And obviously much bigger than mine. I noticed how it made my hands look small, and the color contrast looked amazing. His dark ebony skin barely contained in my pale white hands is an image that sticks with me to today.

My hand unconsciously started to explore his shaft, working its way up and down, from the head to the thick hard base. My other hand joined and worked its way around his balls, noticing how they barely fit in the palm of my hand. Before I knew it, my right hand was slowly stroking him while my left cupped and rubbed his balls in rhythm with my other hand. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. My mind raced while my body was just reacting to the big black dick placed in front of me.

He seemed to be enjoying it, and honestly I was too. I still felt frozen by the whole situation, but I was so turned on that it was blocking all other thoughts out. I felt so horny. My dick was so hard. At certain points I took one hand off of him and rubbed myself from the outside, not being able to help myself. Each time I did, without saying a word, he saw me he took my hand and put it back on his massive dick of balls. I felt like he was teasing me in a way. This went on for a few minutes at least. It was hard to tell. I felt in a haze, and more turned on than I ever have been before, but also dirty and wrong. A small part of my mind was screaming for me to stop, but I felt like I couldn't.

"Get on your knees," he says suddenly, "Get on your knees and suck this big black dick," he says backing up from the couch so his dick slips from my hands. He pointed at the floor and nodded, looking down on me.

In spite of everything, I froze. The little voice telling me to stop took over. Could I really do that? Is that a bridge too far? Maybe we could both just jerk off for now. It was my first time with something like this after all. And how do you even suck a dick properly? I bet I could do a decent job, I remember thinking. It's so big though. And I never did anything like this before. I don't know if I can do it. But I felt like I wanted to, especially since this has come this far already. My mind reeled.