The BBC with Benefits Thing

The thought of taking it in the ass was even more surreal, especially if it was a BBC. I had fucked a couple girls in the ass with my six-inch cock. One had made me stop because of the pain, and the other had loved it, although she had already taken another dick in the ass earlier that night.

Again, the theory was reinforced that white men just can't resist black cock.

Also, something I'd noticed when looking at (okay, perving on) Ben's cock was how aesthetically pleasing it was.

Plus, that description of satisfaction from pleasing a black man seemed to explain Dennis's lustful cock-sucking hunger.

The first time a black man put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees and told me to suck his cock I wasn't gay and had never thought of sex with a man before and I knew it was wrong for some people, but there was something inside me that made this the most erotic encounter I had ever had and I not only desired to suck his rock hard huge shiny black cock. I was also drawn to it like a program in my DNA. I felt like when I knew I was going to get some pussy for the first time. This time I knew I was his inferior and would be sucking and swallowing his hot cum in my belly, it made me feel so nasty, and I felt so horny. Afterwards I felt so degraded and humiliated to have sucked his big black cock off and swallowed all of his cum. As he stood above me with his superior large cock dripping cum on my face, he had me look in his eyes, he told me that I now knew what I was, and he expected me to always treat black men like the kings they are. It's in my DNA or I have been brainwashed. I don't care which as long as I know I did my best to please the superior black man.

This one captivated me.

It seemed to confirm rather vividly Ben's BBC theory, and it could explain how someone like Dennis could end up on his knees with Ben's big dick in his mouth. Or he was simply a faggot hiding behind his jock mentality.

Then I read one that had my cock flinch and a chill go up my spine:

Black men are the dominant sexual superiors. Well built, muscular and with a high sex drive. White men don't even come close. So when you are with a big black man it's a sign of respect to suck his cock and acknowledge his superiority.

If you are a white guy with black friends at some point you will most likely be sucking their cock when you are both alone and he is getting horny. It will just become a part of your friendship, a BBC with benefits thing.

Wow... I definitely had black friends.

I, of course, even had a black friend who espoused the theory this website endorsed.

And, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get the visual of Ben's cock out of my head.

Or the black cock philosophy he'd introduced me to.

Before I knew it, I was on Pornhub, watching white guys sucking BBC.

I couldn't explain why, but my cock was rock hard, and I came a second time in short order, watching black men belittle white guys who were sucking their cocks.

Next day when I played basketball with Ben I was a bundle of nerves. I knew my eyes went to his crotch a number of times. I couldn't push the sight of his cock out of my head, no matter how hard I tried (pun intended). However, he made no mention of the previous day at all. But once we were finished, after I'd taken a worse than usual beating, he asked, "Want to come over again?"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed, hoping I'd be able to watch Dennis or one of his other cock suckers in action again.

We showered at the gym, and unlike the other hundred times we'd showered in the same large room with eight shower heads, I couldn't help but continuously shoot glimpses at his cock, especially when he lathered it up with soap.

A couple times he looked my way, and I quickly looked away, unsure whether he'd caught me staring. His cock was just so majestic. I know that sounds gay, but majestic is the only word that properly expresses my fascination.

I started getting hard, so I furtively left the shower area, not wanting to get caught with a woodie.

As we got dressed he told me, "I'll be at my place in twenty."

"I'll be there in thirty or so," I replied, first needing to make a stop.

"See you then," he said, and left.

I arrived thirty minutes later, hoping to walk in on Dennis or some other cock sucker, undoubtedly white, bobbing on Ben's dick.

But it was just Ben there in sweats and a t-shirt lounging on the couch.

Oddly, I was incredibly disappointed. I couldn't explain it, but I'd wanted to see that big black cock hard and being serviced again.

Instead, we just played video basketball for a couple hours... just a normal day... except that I couldn't stop wondering.

He then asked out of the blue, "So, did you go home yesterday and google black cocks?"

"Pardon?" I asked, even though I'd heard him only too clearly.

"For most straight guys, after the idea of BBC is first presented, it becomes an instant obsession," he explained.

"No, I didn't," I lied.

"White guys search to see if it is true," I noticed his phrasing implied all white guys, "then they discover it is true, and then they become even more curious about how it applies to themselves," he continued.

"I think that's a major overgeneralization," I rebutted, although after doing exactly what he was by implication accusing me of doing, and reading all those testimonials of white guys sucking black dicks, and even watching endless videos of guys sucking black dick, it was likely more pertinent to myself than I was arguing... especially since for the past twenty-four hours, I hadn't gotten Ben's dick out of my head.

"is it?" he asked. But it wasn't a question.

"Yeah."

"I saw you checking out my package in the shower earlier," he said. "Lots,"

"I wasn't," I lied, although my voice actually broke a bit, which betrayed the truth of his statement.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said. "Lots of white guys check out my dick."

"I wasn't checking out your dick," I repeated, even though my eyes betrayed me again by checking out his crotch without asking my permission.

"Would you like me to pull it out right now for you to look at?" he asked. "I can tell you're dying to see it again."

"Am not," I protested, thinking I must sound like a petulant grade-schooler.

"You sure?" he asked. "I mean I have no problem letting it out for some air."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said, lying again.

He stood up and said, "Look, I'm convinced you don't want to see it, you've said as much and you must know your own feelings; but just in case I'm wrong, I'll get undressed so you can admire it or not as you see fit."

He pulled his sweats down to reveal he wasn't wearing any underwear, as I began to protest, "Ben, you don't have to..."

I stopped mid-sentence with his dick suddenly just inches away from my face.

Semi-erect... already out and ready to play.

Glimmering... which sounds ludicrous, and yet that's how I saw it.

Inviting... as if it was beckoning my name.

Dark... like delicious non-milk chocolate.

"You okay, Gavin?" Ben asked, his tone knowing, and yet not smug at all. "You seem distracted by something."

"You just shoved your dick in my face," I defended my sudden tension.

"No, I didn't," he said. "Although it's interesting that's how you described my undressing."

"Put it away," I urged, trying to avoid looking at it.

"No, I'm going to keep it out for a bit," he said. "Just in case you want to admire it or something."

"Or something?" I asked, even though it was obvious what he was implying.

"I'm just saying..." he shrugged, as his dick, still flaccid, for now? remained before my eyes, swaying ever so slightly like a hypnotist's pocket watch, "...if you want to find out what it feels like to have a big black cock in your mouth, I'm more than willing to let you suck mine."

"Do you want me to suck your dick?" I asked, surprised by his brazen attitude, although in retrospect it wasn't much different than his usual cockiness. I was also unable to take my eyes off his cock, and I could feel my mouth watering.

"I'm good either way; I'm just offering you the option. Do you want to suck it?"

I guessed it was a fair question. Did I want to suck his dick?

Was I curious?

Yes.

Why was I curious?

I'm straight.

I'm not gay.

Yet I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

"Do you want to suck my dick?" he repeated.

"Ben, this is weird," I said, avoiding answering the question.

"Hey, no worries, man," he said, stepping away and sitting down next to me, but not uncomfortably close. "Either you suck my dick now, or I'll text one of my cock suckers to come over later. I just figured you might want to try it. You know, like a test drive."

"Why?" I asked, feeling strangely disappointed that his cock wasn't in front of me anymore.

"My experience is that once a white guy gets the idea of sucking a black cock into his head, it's almost impossible to get rid of the thought," he said. "And it's better to explore this with a friend rather than at some glory hole, or on grindr."

"I don't want to sully our friendship," I said, realizing that statement was giving away my curiosity.

"Dude, it's just a blow job," he said. "We both get what we want, then go back to whatever."

"You want me to suck you?" I asked again.

"Sure, we're friends," he said. "Friends with benefits would be a bonus."

"A benefit for you," I joked, as I once again jerked my eyes away from his cock.

He laughed, "Oh, I think it will be a benefit for you as well."

"How so?" I asked, as I kept staring at his cock and wondering what it would feel like in my mouth. A thought that had never popped into my head at all before yesterday's shocking reveal. Why couldn't I get the idea of sucking his cock out of my head ever since? Why did I want to drop to my knees before him?

"You get the benefit of sucking a big black cock," he said. He then added. "We both know you want to suck my dick."

"Ben..." I said, not even sure what I was going to say.

"Come on, Gavin," he said, "Stop your denial. You need to suck my cock."

"I don't know," I said, full of trepidation. I did want to suck this cock, and he was right that I even felt a need to do it. Yet I knew doing it would change everything. You can't suck a bud's cock and then pretend nothing happened... can you?

"I know, however," he said. "You're dying to suck my cock. You've likely been obsessing about it ever since you left here yesterday."

"I was shocked," I admitted.

"I'm about to start a game. Am I playing by myself while you suck my cock, or are we playing as a team while you fantasize about sucking my cock and I text one of my cock suckers to come over?" he asked.

There it was: an ultimatum.

Now or never.

My thoughts were bouncing around like a manic ping pong ball.

I wanted to suck that big black cock! Yet I knew doing so could have major consequences.

I craved that cock! Yet I didn't want to become a cock sucker or a humiliated faggot like Dennis.

I wanted to explore my intense curiosity! Yet I wanted to remain straight.

I needed to suck my impressive friend's big black cock! Yet I didn't want our friendship to change in any way.

"Play as a single player," I whispered.

"What?" He asked, not hearing me.

"Play the game while I do... something else," I said, louder.

"Sounds good," he said, selecting single player mode.

I took a deep breath, paused, and then got off the couch and onto my knees.

He opened his legs wider to allow me to get between them. I paused one last time before edging between his legs, once again staring at his big black cock, but this time from a much closer viewpoint, and with no pretentions that I didn't find it irresistible.

I realized I kept referring to it as a big black cock... which, I suppose, was for a couple of reasons. Because I was succumbing to the BBC stereotype, and also because it was big and it was black.

It looked so inviting as it dangled there.

I wasn't sure what to do.

Stroke it?

Suck it?

I did know I was entirely captivated by its sheer black beauty.

"Go ahead, Gavin," he said, as he began playing, "suck my cock. You need me to tell you to? Do it."

I felt compelled to suck it... I felt compelled to obey. I took one more breath, took his semi-erect cock in my hand, and then put it in my mouth.

He groaned as my lips wrapped around his thick cock head and I began slowly bobbing.

I couldn't explain it.

Like many of the men I had read online expressing their lust for black cock, it felt like something I just had to do.

It was majestic.

It deserved to be worshipped.

It felt so surreal... it also felt so amazing... his cock hardening in my mouth.

"There you go, good job," he groaned. And although I had never once considered evoking another man's moan, hearing one sent a rush down my back and directly to my own hardening cock as it told me I was indeed doing a good job. "Get used to my big cock in your mouth."

Some guys would have taken that admonition as humiliating, yet I didn't. Partly because his tone wasn't condescending at all, and partly because I wanted to do just that... to get used to his big cock in my mouth.

Before yesterday I had never considered sucking anyone's cock, but now not only was I doing it, I was captivated by it. I couldn't explain it, but it just felt natural; it felt like something I was born to do.

Both cocks... his and mine... now completely hard, I began slowly bobbing, trying to take a little bit more of his with each forward bob.

After a couple minutes Ben said, "I knew you'd be a great cocksucker, Gavin."

How could he have known that? How long had he been planning this? Did he know I'd give in so easily? Was I now just another white cock sucker to him?

These questions and more swirled around in my head, even as I was determined to prove I wasn't just another white cock sucker... but a worthy one.

As I bobbed, as my own cock raged and my head spun, I knew everything had changed. I was no longer completely straight. I would want this cock in my mouth again and again. It was as addicting as the people on the website had said it was.

"Yes Gavin, you're a natural dick smoker," he moaned, even as I heard him still playing Xbox.

Although the compliment was ridiculous, I was happy he thought that. I knew I wanted him calling me whenever he needed a white dick smoker. I kept bobbing, getting into a smooth rhythm as having a dick in my mouth became a natural experience, just like dribbling a basketball.

I just innately knew how to do it.

I just wanted to keep doing it.

The joy of feeling his hard cock in my mouth was something I couldn't explain.

I sucked for a long time... ten or fifteen minutes... enjoying the simple act.

"Do you want my load, Gavin?" he asked eventually.

I hadn't really considered the obvious culmination of this encounter until he asked that. Yet as soon as he did ask, my subconscious mind decided for me, even before I'd taken any time to consider the obvious implications.

I briefly took his beautiful black cock out of my mouth to respond, "Yes. Please let me taste your load." Hearing my own response spoken in such a desperate tone, I was mortified... yet also desperate to finish what I had started. Desperate to become a bona fide cock sucker by tasting... and swallowing... his dominant cum.

"You'll be doing this regularly from now on," Ben informed me, which was music to my ears. I knew without a doubt that going forward, I needed to suck this black cock... and possibly other ones... anytime I possibly could.

"I hope so," I responded, surrendering any last shred of dignity I still had... if I had any.

"I knew you'd love my dick," he said, looking down at me possessively.

"I can't believe that I do," I admitted before taking it back in my mouth, finding that talking about doing this was far more awkward than actually doing it.

"Such a natural," he moaned, as I bobbed as eagerly as Dennis had just yesterday.

I wanted to get him off.

I wanted to be a good cock sucker... no, a great cock sucker.

I wanted to taste his cum.

"Oh yeah, keep going, cock sucker," he moaned, applying that derogatory label to me for the first time. Hearing it should have added to my humiliation, yet it only enhanced my submissive servitude. I was now a cock sucker. His cock sucker.

I continued sucking, and after a couple more minutes he grunted, and I felt his cock pulse briefly before erupting in my mouth.

To my surprise, the cum was warm as it shot into my mouth like cannonball blasts and slid down my throat.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through my being as I swallowed his load.

I kept sucking until his load was fully delivered, and then I slowed down, not sure what to do next.

He said, "Get back up here. We're about to start another game."

I took his cock out of my mouth, climbed off my knees and sat back beside him. I grabbed a controller and began to play a game as if nothing had happened.

His cock slowly shrank as we played, and at the end of the quarter he tucked his dick away.

Nothing was said about the elephant.

It was surreal.

But as I tasted the lingering aftertaste of his cum... I knew I was now just another white cocksucker, and I was okay with that.

THE END