During this recollection i will not reveal the professor's name, what school he was affiliated with, what he taught specifically or where he lived. While quite active in a the pansexual community at the time, he was not out to his colleagues at work or His family and some of His friends. He passed way from lung cancer many years ago but I will still respect His memory.
I attended a local college/university in the New York/New Jersey area starting in the fall of 1979.
I took the professor's class in the spring semester in January 1980. He was teaching a sociology/anthropology course that I had elected to take. There were about 100 students in a large lecture hall type room.
He was a tall BLACK MAN with an Afro. He was wearing tight fitting jeans (i later learned these were 501's. I had heard of them but never seen them. I grew up wearing jeans from Sears). The jeans showed off a nice bulge in his crotch and flared slightly at the ankles. He wore a multi colored silk shirt that clung to his chest and torso. This is what He wore almost every day. The same jeans and boots and a different shiny colored shirt. The first day of class I sat in the middle section but after i saw the teacher i started sitting in the first row every class.
i loved the sound of his voice when He lectured, i liked watching him move around as He talked and i could not take my eyes of the bulge in His crotch.
Before i go further about how our relationship changed from Teacher/student to BLACK MASTER/slave, let me tell you about what i had been doing since the previous October.
The BLACK SIR i went home with from the bar had me pegged. i loved cock and after the initial fear of being found out i loved being fucked. i deeply regretted throwing away His number. Because as much as i liked sucking Cock i really wanted to be used again. The BLACK SIR had brought all my secret slave fantasies out into the light and i had loved it. Especially in 20/20 hindsight. Any of the pain, physical discomfort and fear was replaced with memories of the all night bondage, the gags, drinking piss, sucking Cock and being fucked. i wanted it and needed it again. (if you want to know about this SIR read the posts entitled THE FIRST BLACK MASTER on this blog.)
i still had the plug i had gone home with and i was wearing it all the time. i was going to school and worked with a plug in me. i fingered my hole a lot while i jerked off to bondage fantasies. Except now the fantasy always featured a Black Master in it and was about Black Cock.
In December i went into Manhattan during Christmas and i went down to the sex shops in Times Square and i bought a black rubber dildo. Now when i was jerking off i was fucking myself with the dildo. i also found some magazines that specialized in BLACK and white BDSM. Here are some images of the type of stuff i was buying, reading and jerking off too.
It was like rockets going off in my head when i discovered magazines related to Black domination over whites. They were mostly male/female but there were a few male slaves in them and lots of BLACK MASTERS. This was my new jerk off material with the black dildo in my hole. And during the day i was walking around stuffed with a black plug. i had a whole secret box hidden in my closet. I purchased fleet enemas and an red enema bag to make sure i was clean inside. i kept KY jelly and my dildo, plug and other toys in there too. My parents slept downstairs so i had the upstairs bath to myself and i developed morning and evening rituals to keep myself clean.
During the winter break at school i discovered a glory hole in one of the out of the way bathrooms in the campus library. i was nervous but i hung out there one afternoon and i was rewarded with a cock (white) coming through from the other side. i sucked him off. Later i went into the other stall and wrote a message stating Black Cock sucked here. i went to a few other bathroom stalls on campus and left messages that Black Cock could be sucked at this particular stall. Once the new semester started there were Cocks coming through the hole and some of the were BLACK . Some of them were bigger than i could handle (i have mentioned before i'm not a great cock sucker. i have a terrible gag reflex.)
i loved sucking Cock. Especially Black Cock and i loved cum. i loved tasting it, smelling it and swallowing it. i loved the feel of it spurting out of a Cock and into my mouth. I still do in fact. All of this was pre-AIDS and there were no worries about safe sex. During these glory hole sessions i was all ways jerking myself so i started either just wearing a jock or not wearing any underwear at all underneath my trousers. I guess the lack of briefs or a jock is what got me noticed by the Professor.
As i mentioned i started sitting in the front row of the lecture hall so i could look at Him. He was sexy. He smoked, he had a deep voice. he was thin but muscular. He had a mustache and goatee. he had dark chocolate skin. He gave interesting lectures and many of them contained sexual content. i paid attention but i also didn't. i was kind of just staring at him. Occasionally i would play a little pocket pool as i watched him cause at the age of 19 it seemed like my dick was always hard and ready.
Then in March or April in a class He gave a "what-if" lecture and the subject was "What-if the African Countries had been the dominant countries and the European countries had been invaded and Europeans enslaved and the New World consisted of Black Owners and white slaves. He talked about how it could come about and the economic and social impact etc. But i wasn't really listening because he had pictures. The pictures showed masculine Black Men holding the chains of shackled white men and women. These pictures looked authentic. whites on the slave auction block. whites in domestic slave situations. None of them were naked completely. These images were coming from a slide projector and the hall was darkened and i was playing with myself, especially every time an image of a powerful BLACK MASTER with a white slave came on the screen.
The presentation ended and we were given an assignment - write an essay on what we believed 20th century repercussions would be of a Black Dominant society in the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries.
As we were leaving He was passing out papers he had marked from last week'class. Right before he handed me my old homework he pulled out a pen and wrote on it. He made brief eye contact with me as I took the paper and walked past and read the note - Come to my office.
i wondered what He wanted.
i was still young and naive but my education was about to improve.
i found His office and knocked on the door. He told me to enter. As i closed the door behind me he asked me to lock it. He said he didn't want us disturbed.
He said He had been meaning to talk to me for a while. He was very pleased with my work. He appreciated that i was getting good grades and he noticed that i always sat up front and paid attention.
He asked what i thought of today's lecture and i responded noncommittally that i thought it was interesting. He looked a little puzzled and said "only interesting". "it seemed to me like you were very interested."
I don't remember what i said next but it was something along the lines of "i always enjoy your lectures." He stayed on talking about this particular lecture and then He asked if I liked it because of the photos and he moved a folder and there were black and white photos of some of the ones He projected during the lecture. The top photo was a muscular BLACK MAN holding the chain of a white male slave that was standing on an auction block.
He continued to talk to me while i was staring at the photos. "i have noticed for sometime that you tend to stare at me during class and sometimes you busy yourself in class. I thought you might might have a crush on me." i looked at Him when he said that and felt my cheeks blush.
But today, from the evidence on your pants I could tell the lecture got you even more "interested" than usual" and he gestured at my crotch.
It was a day when i wasn't wearing briefs or a jock and i had not noticed that on my khaki pants i had left a pre-cum stain in my crotch.
"And even now looking at the photos on my desk you seem to be even more interested".
From that i guessed he could notice I was getting aroused.
"So", he continued, "I was wondering if it was today's lecture in specific that you liked or just this in general" as He said "this in general" he pushed his chair back from His desk and and there in His jeans was the outline of a thick, erect Cock going down His left leg.
i don't know what i felt. I stammered. i tried to deny it. my mouth drop opened. i tried to cover my crotch with my hand. i think turned red. i was embarrassed. This was not an anonymous person. This was a person I saw twice a week. i really didn't have any context for two people talking about sex.
But He had my number.
"Move your hand away from your pants, in fact put both hands behind your back", he instructed.
I replied "Yes Sir". the words came out naturally. Was it because he was my professor and a person in authority? Was it because He was a masculine BLACK MAN? Was it because of all the BDSM porn i read and jerked off too? i honestly couldn't answer. But the words Yes SIR seemed right and He noticed when I said them.
"Do you like this?" he asked. As He asked He stroked His hand along His Cock. i nodded and choked out a Yes SIR.
"I have noticed you coming out of the bathroom in the library building. Are you the one that likes to suck Black Cock?" i just nodded"
He picked up the photo on the desk and held it up This interests you a lot doesn't it?" i stammered out a Yes SIR.
i guess he could tell i was that having my secret revealed was upsetting me. He spoke in his deep steady voice " Listen to me. You are not in trouble. This is a perfectly normal discussion between two adults. You can relax. This is just between us. Take a breath and calm down."
His words had a calming affect on me. i took in a deep breath.
He held up the picture again and said have you ever done anything like this before. I nodded and said Yes SIR and he questioned with a BLACK MAN and i responded Yes SIR. Last October SIR.
"Would you like to tell me about it? "I would be interested?"
I started to talk and he held up a hand. "It's your homework assignment, instead of the one I gave you in class" "I want you to write out your experience in detail." What you did". What he did". How you felt". Have it back to me by Friday and I'll read it over the weekend. Is that agreeable?" he asked.
I nodded and said "yes SIR". "Good. I'll look forward to reading it." You should get going now I have work to do."
I responded "Yes SIR" thankful to be able to leave yet disappointed there was not more. I was both afraid and excited.
I started to leave and he held up His hand "One more thing." He gestured at the floor in front of His chair. "Kneel down" and he pointed at the floor"
I knelt on the floor, hands behind my back and looked at him.
"Look at the floor. Don't make eye contact with me without permission" he stated.
I averted my eyes downward.
"Now repeat after me" He said. "Thank You SIR for taking an interest in my education, training and development."
i repeated it word for word. He ordered me to say it again with more conviction. As i repeated it more firmly i watched His hand gently stroke the outline of His Cock.
After that He said i was dismissed and and i scrambled to my feet and was out of his office. i didn't stop walking till i was at my car in the parking lot. Once inside i took a deep breath and reviewed everything that happened. My heart was racing. I was panicking. The Professor knew my secrets. He knew i was gay, He knew i used the glory hole. He knew i liked Black Cock. Did He know about the BSDM part or was that just a guess after today's class.
This is what half my mind was thinking about. The other half was thinking about the Cock outlined in His pants. The photo of the BLACK MASTER and the white slave. The other pictures of whites in chains. His Cock in his pants. Finally the half of my mind focused on sex won and i jerked off right there in the parking lot.
i went home and was a bit of a wreck. i hardly ate dinner. Finally around midnight i started writing. Throughout the night i would take breaks to play with my cock and balls and fuck my hole with my black dildo. I slept on and off. I skipped classes on Wednesday and wrote and jerked off. i used a jock as a cum rag and it was caked in dried cum. i can't imagine how my room smelled. sweat and cum i guess.
i wrote in long hand on yellow lined paper and it took all day to write. The experience of going home with the Black Man from the bar had happened only five months before so I was able to recall most of it and put it all down on paper. I think the act of writing it all down is what has helped it stay fairly clear in my memory 35 years later. I included the part about throwing away the man's number. When i finished i had pages and pages of writing.
I had the Professor's class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and after class on Thursday i handed Him the papers in an envelope. i was trembling a little. He took it from me with no indication that it was different from all the other students homework.
I had a restless weekend. Starting Thursday evening i went to all the usual places looking for Cock to suck and had no luck. I jerked off a lot.
I walked into class on Tuesday extremely nervous. I don't have a clue what the lecture was. I just let the sound of the professor's voice enter my mind like music. I stared at His crotch as much as I could without being obvious. The bulge there now was nothing compared to the outline I had seen a week ago.
As the class exited the lecture hall He handed back the homework from the prior week. He gave me back the same envelope i gave Him without a word. Outside the classroom I opened it. it wasn't my papers. Just a note that said to report to His office at 5:00 PM. I sat in my car for three hours gently massaging my cock through my jeans while i waited.
I knocked on His door at 5:00 PM and he told me to come in and lock the door. He pointed at the same place on the floor and said "Kneel."
I started to talk and he held up a hand and said "Don't speak unless I give you specific permission too." I said "Yes SIR" and he snapped in a firmer voice "What did I just say!"
i almost said i was sorry but stopped myself. I nodded and moved towards the spot by his desk. He held up his hand and said "undress first". I started to balk and he said "Listen to me. I expect you to follow my instructions. Don't make me repeat myself. I read what you wrote. You have no problem being naked in front of another man so get undressed. I know the setting is unusual but the door is locked and we won't be disturbed so be obedient." I nodded and undressed. it was quick -shirt, t-shits, shoes, socks, pants. No briefs. He ordered me to stand up straight. Then to turn around. Then to bend over. As i started to I remembered the butt plug was in place. I heard him chuckle as the base was revealed between my ass cheeks.
To Be Continued