Up until i went home with this Black Man all of my sexual experiences had been in the front or back seats of cars (not counting the solo one's with me jerking off). i would meet a guy in a bar, go out to the parking lot with him and give him a blow job. Then i would go home, with the taste of cum still fresh in my mouth, and jerk off with a copy of Drummer magazine, fantasizing about bondage and slavery. i was intrigued and curious about Black men, but i had not fantasized about them as my Master.
When i met the Black Man in the bar and agreed to leave with Him, i was prepared for another blow job in a car, and excited about sucking my first Black Cock. i was not aware that i would be receiving my initiation into the world of superior Black Men and what it's like to be dominated and to be used by a Black Master.
To say that i was not expecting to find my self hog-tied and gagged on the bedroom floor of a Black Master's home is an understatement. i know i drifted off to sleep, for how long i do not know. When i woke up it was still dark in the room, but i could see a little light between the drawn shade and the window frame. It was dawn outside. Everything ached. The plug in my hole itched. my lips were dry and my neck hurt. i didn't like this. i started to struggle and grunt and groan. i abandoned the idea of not disturbing Him. i wanted out. i continued with my struggling, when i heard Him shift on the bed. In the darkness i heard His voice "shut up faggot, or I'll come over there and kick the shit out of you". Then i heard him rollover and the bed creaked and then He was quiet. i stopped my struggling and just listened to the sound of His breathing.
Two things i should mention. First of all i was asked by someone how i remember all of this. it happened a long time ago. There are two reasons. First of all, it was my first time, and this Black Master made an impression on me that I have never forgotten. Second of all, i remember it pretty well because about 6 months after it happened, i wrote it all down for my anthropology professor. i'll explain about why i was telling my college professor about my first sexual experience in another post. But suffice to say, the act of writing it all down left me with a pretty clear memory of the events. i am being careful to not embellish it and make it read like a porn story. The experience and the things this Black Master introduced me to are true.
The other thing i should mention is how he talked to me. He was stern and commanding. His voice told me He wouldn't take any shit. i have always been attracted to authority figures and the way he spoke to me let me know he would brook no nonsense or back talk. The same thing was communicated the few times He hit me to get my attention. They were real slaps, meant to snap me back in line right away. There was also a tone of both contempt and affection (if that is possible) in His voice when he used terms like faggot, bitch, etc. When he yelled at me from the bed it was like He was yelling at a dog, not another human being.
And His yelling at me like that, the sound of His voice and the word "faggot" turned me on all over gain. my white boy cock tried to get hard, but was still bound up in the jock. i fell asleep lightly humping the floor and feeling horny all over again.
The next time i awoke it was light in the room. The sun was shining bright through the crack between the shade and the window sill. He was kicking me to wake up. He worked on the ropes connecting my ankles and He freed them. He helped me get to my knees and I was looking right at His beautiful, erect Black Cock. A wave of something came over me as i looked at it. He helped me to my feet and i kept my head down. i was mesmerized by His Cock and could not stop looking at it.
He led me to the bathroom and if i wasn't so clueless i would have known what was coming next. On the way He asked if i was thirsty and i nodded. When we got to the bathroom He had me kneel on the floor. He undid the jock from my head and pulled it from my mouth. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced my head into the toilet bowl. i resisted and struggled and tried to pull away. The water was slightly tinted from the piss He took the night before, but that had hardly crossed my mind. It was just the act of drinking from the toilet i resisted. i had never fantasized about anything like this. i pulled away and that's when he hit me hard, with a backhanded slap across the face. i fell backwards and he grabbed my head with both hands and held me. He called me a white piece of shit, faggot, bitch. He said that i came into his house with all these white boy fantasies about being a slave and He was going to show me the real thing. He said whitey had no idea what slavery was. That if i was going to be a slave it was going to be all the way. He said i could resist and struggle all i wanted, but He wasn't letting me go until he was done with my faggot ass. i was going to like everything he did to me and beg Him for more by the time He was through. He was going to train me to be a Black Man's bitch for real. And if i pleased Him He would give you some more of this Black Cock you keep looking at.
I remember half kneeling, half cowering on that bathroom floor like it was yesterday. His strong Black hands on both sides of my head. His stern, low commanding voice right in my face. my wrists bound i felt so helpless and i just knew i had to do what he wanted me to do. And he was right, even as He was yelling at me, my eyes would dart to His Cock which was now fully erect, the pink tip out from the foreskin, It looked huge and massive to me. It was amazing looking. i could not help looking at It. i was drawn to it. i wanted His Black Cock.
He helped me to my knees and i shuffled to the toilet and lowered my head. i barely let my lips touch the water and took a sip. it really had no taste, just water. He gave me a shove with his leg and told me to drink. The shove caused me to shift my balance and my whole face went into the water. He just laughed as i pulled it out and told me to start drinking. As i did i felt the first warm drops and then the steady stream on the back of my head. He was pissing on me. The hot stream ran down my head and face and started landing in the toilet. He told me to keep drinking as I saw the dark yellow piss begin to color the water. i could begin to taste it too.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up. Now He was pissing on the side of my face. i shut my eyes so has not to get piss in them and while i was doing this He shoved His Cock into my mouth. i started to sputter and fight but he ordered me to swallow so I did. It was not anything like i was expecting. i guess i was expecting it to taste the way it smelled, but it didn't. It was hot and kind of salty and had a flavor my more experienced mouth would describe as fresh morning piss. i swallowed. i did not want to get hit again. besides i was distracted by having His Cock in my mouth. That felt so good. Soon He was controlling the flow, letting it fill my mouth till i swallowed and then more until His bladder was drained into my belly.
He ordered me up and into the tub and then back onto my knees. He pulled the shower curtain closed. He asked if i had to piss and when i nodded yes He told me to piss kneeling in the tub. It took a moment to get started with Him watching, i was pee shy, but then the flow started, soaking the pouch of my jock, that was still bound and encased my cock and balls. As i pissed He turned on the cold water. He laughed when i shouted and tried to get out of the way of the shower spray. He pushed me into it until i was soaked and shivering with cold. He turned off the cold and then reset the knobs and soon I felt hot water. He stepped into the shower so my face was directly looking at His Cock. He told me to start licking It as He began to soap up. The water was running down His body and on to me and i had my face buried between His legs. i was licking His Cock and Balls and taking them in my mouth. He was full and hard and thick and i could barely get a third of it into my mouth. I licked the shaft up and down and made love to His Black Cock.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Micheal Mandel
i had never heard of actor Micheal Mandel before. He makes his first appearance as Cleavon in the new film I Love You Philip Morris. He is a prisoner who has the cell next door to Philip Morris. As a custodian he passes notes back and forth. He only has a small role in the film, but i was mesmerized by him. When he calls Philip a faggot and tells him to shut up in a strong, commnading voice my white boy dick got hard.
Since 50% of the film is set in prison there are multiple glimpses of big, muscular Black actors playing prisoners and that made the price of admission worth it. In addition the film was pretty funny.
Since 50% of the film is set in prison there are multiple glimpses of big, muscular Black actors playing prisoners and that made the price of admission worth it. In addition the film was pretty funny.
Earl Maynard
The movie The Deep comes out on Blu-Ray this week. i saw this movie in 1977 with a bunch of friends. The big interest was Jaqueline Bissett and the wet t-shirt scene. That was the big interest for my friends. While watching the movie my breath was taken away by Barbados actor and professional wrestler Earl Maynard.
Maynard played Ronald, the right hand man and muscle for the films vilian, Cloche, played by Louis Gossett, Jr., another stunningly handsome Black Man. Maynard wore tight jeans and tops that acentuated every muscle of His body. He was amazing to look at. i remember getting an erection while watching the movie. i went back to see it multiple times without my friends just to look at these amazing Black Men.
Aside from Louis Gossett Jr. and Earl Maynard the film also featured Dick Anthony Williams and Bob Minor, two other handsome Black Men. Unfortunately, like many Hollywood movies at the time, the Black Men were cast as villians. The Deep is a favorite film from my youth and Earl Maynard is a maginificent Black Man to be worshipped.
Friday, December 3, 2010
The first Black Master: Part 3
i am sorry for taking so long to get back to the blog, but work is busy this time of year. i noticed last time i wrote about this how easy the memories came flooding back. This unknown Black Man had such an influence on me and between Him, and my college professor (more about Him later) they essentially defined my sexual identity for the rest of my life. These two superior Black Men took a white boy's unformed ideas and molded them into a slave that worships the Black Master.
At the end of my last entry i left off with me tied to the bed after i had just been fucked for the first time.
i had no clue what time it was, the early hours of the morning, i guessed. my head was spinning from the poppers and the orgasm i had. When He started untying my ankles i relaxed because i thought He was releasing me, now that He had cum. But He wasn't done with me yet. After my ankles were free He directed me to climb up on to the bed. Once on it, i was laying on my stomach with my wrists still bound behind me. In a few moves He had my ankles tied together and then pulled them up and tied them to my wrist so i was hog-tied. i grumbled through the gag, complaining, but got nothing more than a slap on the ass.
He climbed on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He spread His legs on each side of me and now i was looking directly at His Cock and Balls between His spread legs. He ordered me to scoot myself up so my face was up close to His Cock. His Cock was no longer erect but it was still full, and thick, and powerful looking. He pulled the jockstrap from around my head and out of my mouth and i made the mistake of speaking, asking to be let loose. He slapped me really hard across the side of my face and then shoved the jock back in.
i don't remember the exact words He used but He told me I was not to speak without permission. He talked about the magazines with all the circles around the slave adds, and told me i was going to find out what being a slave meant. slaves obey, He told me. They speak when they are spoken too. He asked me if i understood and when I nodded he took the jock out and told me to take His Cock in my mouth. i did as i was told, and the moment it was in my mouth i forgot about wanting to be untied. It felt wonderful in my mouth. i realize now the taste was a combination of His Cum, my ass, spit and sweat, but then it just tasted like Cock. It was thick and full; the world's best pacifier. There i was, mouth filled with Black Cock, hogtied between a Black Man's legs, ass plugged, my head turned and resting on his thigh so i could look up at Him. my cock was still bound in the jockstrap and it was already hard again. So hard that is started grinding it into the bed while squeezing the plug, kinda trying to masturbate from the inside.
When He saw my grinding He laughed. He reached into the nightstand and took out a joint and lit up. He also had the bottle of beer from the 7-11 and he took a swig. He was gettin' His buzz back on. He started talking about how white boys love Black Cock. He made a comment about my eyelashes and how long and pretty they were, which embarrassed me. He talked about how once white boys get Black Cock they never want anything else. He said all white boys know "the darker the meat, the sweeter the treat" which has stayed in my mind ever since. He talked about how all whites secretly crave Black Cock and i was one of the lucky ones. He kept talking as He smoked and drank and His Cock started to fill out. i started to try and suck it but He grabbed my head and told me to stop. Just let it stay there. He said my mouth was a holster for Black Cock. It was getting thicker and filling my mouth and i was beginning to struggle with it and he grabbed my head and held the bottle of poppers under my nostril and had me breathe in and out a number of times. the buzz began immediately and i relaxed and His Cock went in deeper and just filled my mouth. I suddenly realized I had to breathe through my nose. He was talking softly, calling me a bitch and a hungry faggot, saying how good it felt. There were more poppers and I was in this place of ecstasy a full thick Black Cock in my mouth trying to go down my throat, in real bondage, a plug in my hole, under this Black Man's control. The fact that i am a popper pig is the responsibility of this Black Man!
i looked cross-eyed so i could see the rest of His Cock going into my mouth. i could see the wiry, curly black hairs of His crotch. I could partially see His Balls hanging loosely in their sack. I followed a trail of hair as it ran up towards his navel. His chest wasn't hairy. He had an average build and a handsome face.
i couldn't resist and i started playing with the tip of His Cock with my tongue. Feeling the slit and the underside. Swirling and licking. It was such a wonderful thing to have in my mouth.
Before that night i knew my homosexuality was driven by my interest in cock. When i knew i was gay,
i knew I was interested in cock. For some men it's ass, others it's biceps. Some are turned on by shoulders, or chest. For me it has always been an attraction to cock, which i guess sealed my fate to be submissive. But after that night i knew i was a cock slave. i loved cock and wanted to suck them. Touch them, hold them. Now i had discovered how it felt to be fucked and i knew i wanted more of that. And finally, my youthful curiosity about Black Men had changed into a desire to serve a Black Master. i didn't have these thoughts while i was laying there, bound, with a Black Cock in my mouth, but that was the outcome.
i guess the use of my tongue on His Cock aroused Him, because He woke and pulled His cock out of my mouth and went into the bathroom and i could hear Him pissing into the toilet. He came back in the room and looked at me, and i was looking at Him from my position on the bed. He walked toward me and i watched His Cock shift as He walked. it had my full attention. Keeping my eyes looking at His Cock seemed the natural thing to do. He grabbed my wrists and ankles and lifted. i was surprised that he actually lifted me off the bed, pivoted and then put me down on the floor. i opened my mouth to say something and then caught myself. He squatted down near my face and pinched my nose. i opened my mouth to breathe and in went the jock strap. He wrapped it around my head again and there i was bound and gagged, plugged, on His bedroom floor. He lifted my head and put a pillow under it and then told me to not make any noise or He would beat the shit out of me. He walked over and shut off the room light, then got into bed and the bedside light went out and the room was dark. i was scared again, starting to worry about how long He would keep me, but i was also excited. i was under His complete control. But most of all i was tired tired. It had been a long night, it must be close to dawn,plus there was the booze from earlier and the come down from the poppers making me drowsy and i drifted off.
At the end of my last entry i left off with me tied to the bed after i had just been fucked for the first time.
i had no clue what time it was, the early hours of the morning, i guessed. my head was spinning from the poppers and the orgasm i had. When He started untying my ankles i relaxed because i thought He was releasing me, now that He had cum. But He wasn't done with me yet. After my ankles were free He directed me to climb up on to the bed. Once on it, i was laying on my stomach with my wrists still bound behind me. In a few moves He had my ankles tied together and then pulled them up and tied them to my wrist so i was hog-tied. i grumbled through the gag, complaining, but got nothing more than a slap on the ass.
He climbed on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He spread His legs on each side of me and now i was looking directly at His Cock and Balls between His spread legs. He ordered me to scoot myself up so my face was up close to His Cock. His Cock was no longer erect but it was still full, and thick, and powerful looking. He pulled the jockstrap from around my head and out of my mouth and i made the mistake of speaking, asking to be let loose. He slapped me really hard across the side of my face and then shoved the jock back in.
i don't remember the exact words He used but He told me I was not to speak without permission. He talked about the magazines with all the circles around the slave adds, and told me i was going to find out what being a slave meant. slaves obey, He told me. They speak when they are spoken too. He asked me if i understood and when I nodded he took the jock out and told me to take His Cock in my mouth. i did as i was told, and the moment it was in my mouth i forgot about wanting to be untied. It felt wonderful in my mouth. i realize now the taste was a combination of His Cum, my ass, spit and sweat, but then it just tasted like Cock. It was thick and full; the world's best pacifier. There i was, mouth filled with Black Cock, hogtied between a Black Man's legs, ass plugged, my head turned and resting on his thigh so i could look up at Him. my cock was still bound in the jockstrap and it was already hard again. So hard that is started grinding it into the bed while squeezing the plug, kinda trying to masturbate from the inside.
When He saw my grinding He laughed. He reached into the nightstand and took out a joint and lit up. He also had the bottle of beer from the 7-11 and he took a swig. He was gettin' His buzz back on. He started talking about how white boys love Black Cock. He made a comment about my eyelashes and how long and pretty they were, which embarrassed me. He talked about how once white boys get Black Cock they never want anything else. He said all white boys know "the darker the meat, the sweeter the treat" which has stayed in my mind ever since. He talked about how all whites secretly crave Black Cock and i was one of the lucky ones. He kept talking as He smoked and drank and His Cock started to fill out. i started to try and suck it but He grabbed my head and told me to stop. Just let it stay there. He said my mouth was a holster for Black Cock. It was getting thicker and filling my mouth and i was beginning to struggle with it and he grabbed my head and held the bottle of poppers under my nostril and had me breathe in and out a number of times. the buzz began immediately and i relaxed and His Cock went in deeper and just filled my mouth. I suddenly realized I had to breathe through my nose. He was talking softly, calling me a bitch and a hungry faggot, saying how good it felt. There were more poppers and I was in this place of ecstasy a full thick Black Cock in my mouth trying to go down my throat, in real bondage, a plug in my hole, under this Black Man's control. The fact that i am a popper pig is the responsibility of this Black Man!
i looked cross-eyed so i could see the rest of His Cock going into my mouth. i could see the wiry, curly black hairs of His crotch. I could partially see His Balls hanging loosely in their sack. I followed a trail of hair as it ran up towards his navel. His chest wasn't hairy. He had an average build and a handsome face.
i couldn't resist and i started playing with the tip of His Cock with my tongue. Feeling the slit and the underside. Swirling and licking. It was such a wonderful thing to have in my mouth.
Before that night i knew my homosexuality was driven by my interest in cock. When i knew i was gay,
i knew I was interested in cock. For some men it's ass, others it's biceps. Some are turned on by shoulders, or chest. For me it has always been an attraction to cock, which i guess sealed my fate to be submissive. But after that night i knew i was a cock slave. i loved cock and wanted to suck them. Touch them, hold them. Now i had discovered how it felt to be fucked and i knew i wanted more of that. And finally, my youthful curiosity about Black Men had changed into a desire to serve a Black Master. i didn't have these thoughts while i was laying there, bound, with a Black Cock in my mouth, but that was the outcome.
i guess the use of my tongue on His Cock aroused Him, because He woke and pulled His cock out of my mouth and went into the bathroom and i could hear Him pissing into the toilet. He came back in the room and looked at me, and i was looking at Him from my position on the bed. He walked toward me and i watched His Cock shift as He walked. it had my full attention. Keeping my eyes looking at His Cock seemed the natural thing to do. He grabbed my wrists and ankles and lifted. i was surprised that he actually lifted me off the bed, pivoted and then put me down on the floor. i opened my mouth to say something and then caught myself. He squatted down near my face and pinched my nose. i opened my mouth to breathe and in went the jock strap. He wrapped it around my head again and there i was bound and gagged, plugged, on His bedroom floor. He lifted my head and put a pillow under it and then told me to not make any noise or He would beat the shit out of me. He walked over and shut off the room light, then got into bed and the bedside light went out and the room was dark. i was scared again, starting to worry about how long He would keep me, but i was also excited. i was under His complete control. But most of all i was tired tired. It had been a long night, it must be close to dawn,plus there was the booze from earlier and the come down from the poppers making me drowsy and i drifted off.
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