Gay Erotic Stories

I was raised in the Bronx. We were a good Italian family; we were taught not to like anyone not Italian; especially blacks. But we were poor Italians, so of course we lived in a neighborhood that was close to black areas. I was taught to both fear blacks and not to respect them. When I was 18 I was taught a lesson in fear and respect for black men. I would always walk home though a basketball court; I loved watching all the black guys play. They were in great shape; hard bodies that slammed into each other and laughed and called each other nigger. I was amazed and I didn’t realize it was a turn-on. I was a very handsome boy: blue eyes, brown curly hair, and a naturally body with a bubble butt. My mother used to say to me, “A butt that sticks out? Where’d that come from?” I was to learn my mother wasn’t the only one that noticed my butt. I was walking home late from school through the basketball court. I noticed an older black guy playing ball; he was about 25 and very masculine. I stopped in my tracks when he jumped to shoot a basket; something in his shorts was very heavy and swayed as he jumped. I stared with my mouth open. This black man immediately noticed I was looking at his dick. He looked me directly in my eye and smiled. I had to smile back. He stopped playing ball and walked right over to me. I thought this was very strange and I got scared. The other black guys thought it was strange too and started yelling at him, “Come on, man, play ball! Whatta you care about that white boy?” He answered them: “No man, you guys play. I been in jail a long time and I know good white pussy when I see it. You guys can watch and learn if you want.” I was totally in awe of this guy he was so confident and masculine. I just stood there as he approached me. He smiled and I naturally looked down, in a submissive way. He said, “Hey white boy I want you to do me a favor.” I was just able to get out, “What?” He said, “I am tired of playing ball. I wanna go to the bathroom over there.” He pointed to the play yard bathroom. I was in shock. What was he saying to me? “Walk me over there. I wanna talk to you.” I thought, was he out of his mind? Just as I was about to say no, he casually cupped his balls and said, “Yeah, I wanna show you something. I see you like big black dick so get your ass to the bathroom now and I will show you what I got in my shorts.” I was still in shock as he put his arm over my shoulder. I vaguely remember hearing the other guys laugh as I turned around and walked with my black buddy to the bathroom. I loved his arm over me and the smell of his sweat. As we walked he said to me, “You ever seen a black man’s dick?” I answered no. But as we were walking I was getting hard: He was so in charge of me and he knew it, and I knew exactly what I needed: I wanted to see his dick…I wanted to see him piss. I wanted to do what he wanted. He turned and told the other guys to guard the bathroom, not to let anyone in until he was done with me. I could not believe I was hearing all this and yet it was all right: he wasn’t mean or scary, just masculine and in charge. I went in first and tried to regain some of my senses and dignity I started to argue. He just said, “Shut up, white boy. We are alone. I know the look you gave me even better than you. I saw it a lot in prison: a white boy would come in and be next to black men for the first time in their lives and they wanted to be cum holes for black guys but just didn’t know it. You are what we call a pussy. You hear me?” He held me close to him. I felt his breath on me and his thick dick was pressing against my stomach. I was hard and my asshole was feeling strange: it was puckering out like I had to shit. I was scared and confused and very turned on. I liked his manhandling me. He then backed away from me and said, “Okay. If you want to leave now go ahead. I am not stopping you, white boy.” He stood with his arms open, gesturing to the door. I stood my ground. I said, “Well, I gotta take a piss anyway.” So I walked to the urinal and opened my zipper. He told me to open my pants all the way. I was at the urinal with a black man behind me and I unbuckled my pants to piss. “The shorts too, white boy.” I dropped my pants and shorts and stood at the urinal, my white ass exposed to this black man and my dick was rock hard. He came up behind me and touched my ass. “Good white ass, firm, made for a black man’s dick. I am going to make you into my pussy. You hear me? I will have your hole shaped to my black dick. I will cum in you and you will see you are made for this, this is what you want, a black man to use your ass as a pussy.” He touched my hole and felt how swollen my ass lips were already. “Damn, boy, you do want it bad!” I said, “Yes.” It just felt right: he was this masculine black man and I would do whatever he wanted to see his dick. I again said, “Yes.” He took my hand and placed it inside his shorts on his hard dick. “You see what your white pussy does to this nigger’s dick? You make me hard just looking at your white ass and it is your job to get this nigger dick to go down. You wanna do that for me white boy?” I said, “Yes.” “I know you do. Get over here set on the bowl.” I walked to the bowl and sat. I looked at him for the first time since we got into the bathroom. “You want my cum, white boy?” He looked in my eyes and I looked at his big black dick and heavy balls and I knew I wanted his cum. I was open to him and I would do whatever he wanted. I wanted his black man sperm in me, and it didn’t matter whether it was my mouth or my ass, whatever he wanted. I opened my mouth and he inserted his thick dick in my mouth. I let out a moan. He tasted great; his body smelled fantastic it was an honor to mouth his dick. “Yeah white pussy, you got a black man’s hard dick in you; I am going to give you what you need.” He slowly started to fuck my mouth. He held my head and told me to look up at him. I loved it: he had my mouth stretched and my mind was his. He liked my sucking. “You ever suck dick before, white boy?” I told him my older cousin made me suck his dick once. “He cum in your mouth?” I shook my head no. “Good. You should only take black men’s cum. after I train you and use you I will give you out to some of my brothers. You will give them your mouth and ass as I tell you.” He was saying all this as he was looking into my eyes and he was fucking my mouth and throat deeper and harder. My eyes were tearing and my mouth was dripping spit. He started to get deeper. “Oh, white boy, you are a good hole. You are going to get your first taste of my cum. You will be my pussy slave after you eat my cum.” He fucked my mouth. He started to moan. “Fuck. Ah, I am going to cum in you. You want it, pussy.” My mouth opened more, my throat opened my, whole body prepared for his sperm. He said, “Fffuucck, white pussy you are a cum-suckin’ bitch for nigger dick. Swallow me, swallow me, swallow me!” He pumped heavy into me. Thick cum poured down my throat, four heavy powerful bursts; I loved it, I was moaning, I was so into him and drinking his cum. He shot three lighter loads in my mouth; I never took my mouth away, I didn’t even gag. I waited for more. He left his dick resting in my mouth. He looked down at me; I held on to his thick dick and I didn’t let go. He smiled. “You want more, pussy boy?” I gently sucked his dick and nursed his balls as he began to piss in my throat. I again simply opened up to him; his dick swelled slightly as he pissed: I was his hole. Some of his piss poured out my mouth and down his balls. He made me lick his balls clean. I did it with great pleasure to feel his heavy sac against my mouth: I was proud I had gotten this masculine black man off with my mouth. I had many more lessons to learn, and I knew I would have lots of cum in me before my black man was through with me.