Bi Awakening

Bi Awakening

By Smal4u@aol.com

A week ago, I attended a five day training conference in Long Beach, California and it changed my life.

The company I work for has multiple office locations throughout the Southwest and after going through some lean times financially and beginning to emerge from their troubles, monies were finally once again allocated for education and training. The company had decided to expand and take on new product lines and felt the best way to introduce a large portion of their sales force to the new product lines was to hold a training conference in a nice location and they offered several key members of the sales team at the various offices, including me, the opportunity to attend. The announcement said that the company would pay for certain expenses such as conference fees, meals, and travel, however they would not pay for attendees to have a room at the hotel by themselves. They would however pay for attendees hotel rooms if they were willing to share a room. They explained that as a part of the conference, the company wanted to encourage interaction between attendees and felt that sharing a room with others that you did not know before, would be a good was to broaden and share knowledge throughout the company. In order to encourage employees to accept this goal, the company issued a policy for the conference that basically said anyone refusing to share would have to pay the entire cost of the room themselves, but if we were willing to share a room with other randomly selected attendees, the company would pay the full cost of the room.

While I liked my privacy, the cost of the rooms at the Hilton were pretty expensive and so I opted to share a room and have the company pay for it. I had shared a room in college, and actually had changed roommates twice because of incompatibility, (he liked to party when I needed to study) but I told myself that it would be different now as I would now be sharing a room with someone who was also employed and shared the same values with the company and so I did not expect any repeats of my former bad experiences.

The opportunity to get away from the office and go to a beachfront Hilton Hotel, to learn about and train on some of the new product lines was enticing and I was pumped and excited about attending, even if I would have to share a room with someone I didn’t know. When I checked into the hotel, the day before the start of the five day conference, I saw they had me rooming with somebody from an area not that far from where my wife and I lived but I did wonder why the name did not sound familiar to me if he also worked with my company, but didn’t give it a lot more thought. I gave my bag to the bellman to take my bag to the room while I surveyed the hotel – the pool, the restaurant, and finally... the bar. I went ahead and had a couple of drinks before I finally went up to the room to unpack.

When I arrived at the room, I saw an open suitcase on the bed near the door and my bag was near the bed on the other side of the room. The TV was on and my roommate appeared to be in the bathroom, so I sat down on the bed, bundling my pillows behind my back, and waited to meet him. In a short while, a well-groomed black man, perhaps ten or fifteen years my senior came out of the bathroom. I stood and introduced myself to him immediately."Hi, I'm Barry," sticking my hand out in anticipation that he would do the same.

"I’m Markus," he shot back, kind of arrogantly, and without extending his hand, so I pulled mine back. "Where you from Barry" he asked.

"Mt. Lebanon,” I said. “I saw you were from Peters Twp when I was checking in and I can’t believe that I haven’t met you before. Do you work for National, like me?"

"Actually I'm with the company that is offering one of the new product lines you’ll be getting trained on this week. I usually always have my own room but I was told that your company insisted on putting us together to save money, and the hotel only had so many rooms, and that’s the only reason that were together. And you’re right, I am from Peters," Markus said. "I was just about to head downstairs. I believe there is a 'Get Aquatinted' reception going on and they’re serving some appetizers and drinks, and I figure it’s always good to get as much face time as you can at these kinds of programs" Markus told me. “You going downstairs, Barry?

“Sure, sounds like a plan” I said. I figured I could unpack later and so Markus and I went down to the lobby and were directed to a room set up with an open bar and quite a spread. I didn't really know anyone there but I managed to strike up a few casual conversations here and there. What surprised me though was the way Markus worked the room. It was like he knew everyone and if he didn’t he quickly made people feel like he knew them or made them feel like they wanted to know him as he moved through the crowd striking up conversations with nearly everyone he saw. I had never really been around a black person much before but it was apparent that Markus had a strong sense of confidence and a certain charisma about him. I didn’t know why, but right then, I was kind of glad he was my roommate.

After the hospitality room closed, Markus and I made our way into the bar where we watched the ball game and talked more about our personal lives. Looking back, I was the one that seemed to do most of the talking as I shared with Markus that my wife Joyce and I dated throughout college and married when I she was 23 and I was 24 and that we had been marred almost 7 years. He asked if I had any pictures and I proudly pulled out my phone and showed him several pictures of her. He took my phone and began scrolling through others that I had not initially offered until he came to one of my wife in a rather skimpy bathing suit. He told me that my wife certainly was attractive which made me proud and he told me that he had always been attracted to full bodied white women, like my wife and he made a comment about her nice “big ass and wide hips that were mane for child bearing” and asked how many children we had. I told him that we didn’t have any children yet, but it wasn’t because we weren’t trying and I’m not sure why I told him that she had been off the pill for almost two years and that I didn’t use any protection, but so far nothing had happened as far as children. He looked at me and smiled and said that kind of thing would never happen with a black man and he went on to tell me that a black man’s sperm has at least a million sperm with every orgasm compared to no more than 2 or 3 hundred thousand sperm in a white man’s orgasms, so it doesn’t take many times for a black man to get a woman pregnant. I was getting a little nervous and embarrassed by that kind of talk, and I said that both my wife and I felt that when things were supposed to happen, they would and moved to change the subject and nothing more was said right then about her.

Markus shared that he was married twice, first at 25 and that only lasted three years, but his wife had three children before they divorced and his second marriage happened when he was 33 and last until he was 38 and that he had four children to his second wife during that time. He said that his busy travel schedule and “lifestyle choices” (no explanation of exactly what that meant) were a strain on his marriage which ended more than five years ago. Since then, he said that he never allowed himself to get into another steady relationship but instead enjoyed connecting with a lot of different women which he said, made sure that he got plenty of sex and that he was aware that a few of them ended up pregnant too, but he had no intention of marrying any of them.

I couldn't believe how easy he was to talk to and he seemed genuinely interested in hearing all about me, and my marriage, and my job. Markus was drinking scotch and asked if I was also a scotch drinker and when I told him that I had never really tried it, he insisted that I give it a try and ordered some special brand of scotch from the bartended. I had three drinks and it went down really smooth but Marcus told me that I had better be careful because scotch could make you do crazy things, especially if you weren’t used to it and said that we should call it a night since it might be a long day tomorrow.

When we arrived back at the room, I began unpacking my suitcase and Markus announced he was going to get a quick shower. When I had finished unpacking, I surfed the channels on the nice high def TV in the room as I heard the water running in the shower. I had taken up my familiar position on the bed watching TV, when all of a sudden, I was somewhat startled by Markus's nude frame walking out of the bathroom. I'm not a prude or anything but I certainly was not used to guys walking around naked in front of me. It had never happened to me at the "gym" or even back when I was in college. I was just not accustomed to anyone, let alone a total stranger walking around nude in my bedroom. Markus meanwhile was rubbing his head with the towel and making sure he was dry and when he was finished, he just tossed the towel over a chair. Markus had his back to me and I couldn't help notice his dark skin and chiseled frame. There was little doubt he worked out. He reached for a brush in his travel bag and brushed his nappy hair a few times, taking his time before turning and walking over to the bed.

I couldn't help but stare at his naked body and was startled when he turned and faced me directly, and asked, "My being totally naked doesn't bother you, does it Barry?"

When I wasn't immediately forthcoming with a response, he added, "I'm kind of used to shedding my business attire as soon as I get in the door at home, but if it bothers you, I'll put something on..." he said looking me directly in the eyes.

I tried to pretend that I really didn't notice and just said, "No, I'm fine. Hell, we're just two guys here. Make yourself at home."

Privately I was shocked. I tried to stare ahead at the TV but the truth was that I couldn't help but see his big dark skinned cock swinging openly out of the corner of my eye. I’ve always been a little ashamed of the size of my penis which is only about four and a half inches when it’s hard, and I always felt it was pretty undersized, but this guy had some major meat hanging down between his legs. I swear it had to be at least nine or ten inches and very fat around and it wasn’t even hard and he had a rather huge set of black balls hanging under it! I also noticed that Markus shaved his entire genital area. As a matter of fact both his crotch and chest seemed to be completely hairless and smooth.

Markus walked over and sat down on the bed and hiked a leg up, resting it across one knee and freely exposing his long cock to me. "Are you sure you’re okay with this Barry?" he asked as he again looked directly at my face and eyes. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s just that like I said, I'm used to being completely naked around others."

I looked over and just sort of shrugged my response, "No, I'm okay Markus but you might not want to forget and step out of the room like that though," I added trying to add levity and move on from the subject.

Markus laughed "Good advice Barry. I’ll try to remember that but please remind me if I forget! Anything to watch on TV?" he said nonchalantly.

"Not sure. Looks like we get a good many channels, and even some pay channels to boot." There were several channels on the television with a variety of pay movies and specials too.

Markus looked at the TV for a minute and then announced he was going to get to bed. He stood up again as his huge cock swung just a couple of feet from me as he headed back to the bathroom.


I was still startled that he had no problem walking around totally naked like that. I heard him in the bathroom, apparently brushing his teeth, and then he turned out the light and headed for bed. He again walked right past me as I tried to stare directly ahead and not look at him, but my eyes were once again drawn to the big fat black cock between his legs. I wasn’t sure why I found his cock so attractive to look at. I certainly have never looked a any other man that way, nor have I ever had any same sex encounters of any kind, but this was new. I couldn't help glancing over at him as he pulled the comforter and sheets back.

Before sliding between them, Markus turned and faced me again, and said "I'm sort of a morning person and like to get up early and go work out. Will that bother you?" he inquired.

"No, that's fine," I shot back, trying desperately to look up at his face, hoping my eyes did not betray me when they again glanced down at the big black cock between his legs.

When Markus turned off the lamp, I got up and went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and took off my pants and shirt and came out and crawled in my bed in my underwear. As I laid there, I kept thinking about what had transpired over the last several minutes. I was surprised at the way my mouth had gotten dry after thinking about my roommate’s big black cock and those large black balls. I got out of bed and made my way over to the small fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, took several gulps and then lay back in the bed. I watched some TV for about an hour trying to get my mind off of that big black cock, and I finally felt the urge to catch some sleep and turned the TV off, making the room dark. Closing my eyes, I still could not get the images of Markus's naked body and that big black cock and huge balls out of my head. I had never given any thoughts to having sex with another man but I had to admit that I was aroused and excited by seeing Markus’s cock, and deep down inside, I knew that I was looking forward to seeing plenty more of it this week.

I didn't even hear Markus get up in the morning. I merely heard the door opening as he reentered the room from his morning workout and then the rustling of clothes and finally the shower running in the bathroom. I found myself turning over on my side facing the bed where Markus had slept and where I knew his clothes were. I knew it was crazy, but I wondered if I'd get another show. I had never been turned on watching a guy dress or undress, never even gave it a second thought. But here I was, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping to see Markus pop around the corner naked again and I was not disappointed. Just a few minutes after I heard the water of the shower go off, Markus again emerged. Rubbing the towel across his back, around his legs, before tossing it back in the bathroom on the floor. Once again he stepped to the mirror and brushed his hair while completely naked. I watched through squinting eyes and I got plenty of glances at his big black cock as he moved around the room. He finally reached into the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and stepped in them, ending my view of his big black cock. In just a manner of moments he was fully dressed and tying his tie around his neck, slipping on his suit jacket and was out the door.

I had pretended to be asleep while he was getting dressed, but the moment the door closed behind Markus, I threw back my sheets. I had stripped down to my briefs the night before and simply slept in them. Looking down, I could not help but notice how aroused and hard my dick seemed to be. I'm not sure why I did it, but I reached down and slipped my hand inside my briefs and cupped my balls and then I began to stroke my dick. I wanted more so I spit into my hand and wetting my dick I began rubbing it, trying to think about the sex Joyce and I had just a few nights earlier. Joyce is a gorgeous full bodied woman and I could picture her 36C tits swinging back and forth as I pumped my dick into her doggy style - a position we both loved.

It wasn’t long at all before I felt my orgasm approaching, but the scary thing was the images I kept seeing as I neared my climax. Instead of seeing my wife, the images I saw were of Markus's chest, and shaved scrotum, but mostly what flashed in my mind were images of his big naked black cock swinging back and forth and of his big black cum filled balls and I thought about what he said about how much more sperm a black man shoots when he ejaculates. I tried to force myself to concentrate back on Joyce, her beautiful ass, those big brown eyes, those nice full tits, and then I felt the familiar build up in my balls and dick as I shot my watery load of cum into my hand. The scary thing was, that the last images I saw in my mind as my dick began to shoot was of Markus’s big fat black cock and not of my wife at all. I got up, wiped the mess off of my hand with a tissue and quickly hurried to step into the shower.

The morning seemed to drag on as did the rest of the day. The early afternoon was to be filled with lectures and PowerPoint presentations. It had been some time since I sat through a college lecture and I had forgotten how boring they could be. When we took a mid-afternoon break, I snuck back to the room, slipped on my bathing suit and headed off to the pool around 3:00 o’clock. Some of the others from the seminar had organized a trip to a nearby Seafood Restaurant for dinner but I declined and decided I would rather just chill out by the pool. The scotch which Markus had introduced me to went down easy in the hot sun and I struck up a conversation with a couple who were there on vacation, enjoying the small talk, as I relaxed. I finally grabbed a burger listening to a guitar player entertaining the small crowd which had gathered at the outside bar and had several more shots of scotch.

It was then I saw Markus walking over towards me, apparently coming back from dinner. It was a real contrast with me in a swimsuit and a t-shirt and Markus in a nice pair of dress slacks and a polo. He sat down and ordered a scotch from the waitress inquiring about my day. We just sort of talked about anything and everything. There was something about this guy - so relaxed, so unpretentious and yet there was no doubt that he was also strong willed and maybe even a little dominant, forceful and aggressive. As he sat at the table, every time someone would walk by, they would speak to him and tell him how much they enjoyed his presentation earlier in the day.

I'm not sure how long we stayed downstairs but I knew I was feeling the alcohol from all of my drinking, both at the pool and at the bar. When Markus announced he was headed up to the room, I indicated I wouldn’t be far behind. When I entered our hotel room, Markus was already in the bathroom taking a shower. I flipped a few channels finally settling on a rerun of a Entourage episode. By now I knew the drill and expected Markus to walk out naked and he did. I guess it was the drinks, but this time, I deliberately let him catch me openly staring at his cock, watching it as it waved back and forth as he walked around the room. I thought I saw a half smile on Markus's face at having caught me admiring his package and he certainly didn’t seem to mind that I was looking at it.

Feeling a little grungy from the day out in the sun, I decided to clean up a little myself and took a shower. The hot water cascading over my shoulders felt great. Feeling much better, I stepped from the shower and toweled off, wrapping the soft fluffy cloth around my waist and walking back in the bedroom.

Markus was lying nude across the bed reading a magazine. I walked over to my bed and picked up the remote and asked Markus if there was anything he wanted to watch and he said no, so I started surfing the channels until the remote settled on a pay station. It was an adult flick, pretty much just soft porn, but porn none the less. I relaxed on the bed and watched a scene or two before it just timed out. I suppose it was a tease to get you to order because the screen indicated to continue watching you had to press the orange order button.

"Fuck," I exclaimed "just when it was getting good."

Markus set the magazine down on his chest and looked over at me and said "Go ahead and order it if you like Barry," he suggested. “Ill even pay for it if you really want to get yourself all horny and worked up by watching that kind of stuff” he said.

I sat there reflecting for a few seconds, thinking about whether I really wanted to go ahead and make the purchase or just turn in for the night.

"It’s up to you Barry. You can watch that shit on television, or you know you can have the real thing" Markus said, looking me in the eyes and a half grin on his face when he said it.

"The real thing?" I questioned, looking back at him. "What, do you mean? Are you talking about going back downstairs and trying to pick up someone?"

Markus set the magazine aside, sat up on the side of the bed and looked me in the eyes again. "No, I didn't mean that at all Barry. I've seen you looking at me and I think we both know what you really want."

"What do you mean? What do you think I really want?" I shot back.

"You know exactly what I mean boi," he answered back, now standing up and taking his huge black cock in his hand. "You've been checking me out ever since I got here, staring at this big black cock, and now I think it’s time for you to have it."

I wanted to blurt out he was wrong, to tell him that he was crazy as hell. It was him that was walking around naked all the time. I wasn't gay. I wasn't into guys. I was married. Happily married! But instead I just sat there, speechless, but now openly staring at the big black cock he was stroking with his hand, pumping it back and forth, watching it hardening before my very eyes.

"Come over here Barry. Move over here," he motioned pointing to the side of my bed.

I still sat frozen in place. I told myself that I wasn't about to move. He was wrong. I wasn't like that. I would never do what he was asking, but yet my eyes continued to watch him stroke that big black cock, his other hand still pointing to the spot on the side of the bed. I looked up from his cock and saw the way that his eyes were looking straight back into mine.

"It's okay Barry," Markus broke the silence. "It's just us here. No one will know. No one that works with you. It’s just us two. I know you're curious and I know that you want to try it. It’s fine...there’s nothing unusual about your curiosity, boi!"

I was still determined not to move, and yet I felt myself sliding to the side of the bed where Marcus was pointing, my legs slipping over the side. My face was now maybe 12 inches away as he continued to slide his hand across the long shaft of that big black cock.

He moved forward, bringing his hardening cock closer until it was only maybe 6 inches away."Go ahead, take a nice long look at that big black cock, white boi. That's what you been wanting to do," Markus said, talking softly now in a tone that was mesmerizing me. He let go of his cock and it swayed, bobbed, defying gravity as it hung right there in front of me, so close. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I couldn't say anything as I just continued to stare at it. I'd never seen another man's penis up close. Markus realized the hold he already had over me and he broke the silence, "Go ahead white boi. Touch it. You can feel it. It’s okay!"

It was as if I was in a trance. I reached out with my right hand and rested it on his warm shaft, my fingers closing around it. I couldn't believe how soft, how warm, how thick around it was.

"That's right boi, stroke it, stroke that big black cock," Markus encouraged me and I began to slide my hand back and forth on his hard shaft. Up and down, up and down, again and again. It got even harder under my touch, rising, and stiffening even more.

Markus stepped even closer to me until his cock was only about 3 inches away, and he reached out and rested his hand on the back of my neck. "Kiss it Barry. Kiss that big black cock boi.You know you want to do it"

I couldn't move my head. I kept telling myself that I couldn’t do it, that I wasn't gay. It was one thing to touch another man’s cock, but I had to draw a line at actually making contact with it using my mouth. I told myself that I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. I wanted to turn away, to stop, but instead, I found myself still transfixed, my hand still on his cock and still stroking it.

Markus reached out with one hand and placed one of his fingers on my lips. His large black finger was now pushing against my lips, pushing until his finger had entered my mouth. His finger was exploring my mouth and moving in and out in a fucking motion. In a matter of seconds, I found myself sucking on his finger. "That’s it Barry, suck it, suck that finger. You have such a pretty mouth Barry. Now, I want you to kiss my cock like I told you to do. I want you to let me feel your pretty lips on that big black cock that’s right there in front of you boi," he coaxed.

I felt his hand pressuring behind my neck, pulling my head closer and closer until my lips touched his cock. It was warm on my lips. I couldn’t believe it. My mouth was now actually touching his cock. It seemed so surreal. This wasn't me I told myself. It was someone else. Even as I felt my lips began to kiss up and down the shaft before opening and letting my lips slide across the head, planting kisses on the crown, and on the sides of his hard black cock. Up and down the shaft I kissed and then, without any further encouragement I opened my mouth and felt him move forward and I let his cock slide into my mouth through my parted lips. Holly shit! Here I was sucking a cock. I never imagined I would ever do what I was doing but here I was doing it. I was sucking the cock of a man I had just met the day before.

Markus began to instruct me how he wanted me to please him, instructing me, telling me what he wanted me to do. I realized that I really did want to please him and I quickly began to lose my remaining inhibitions. I did exactly as he said. I sucked madly on his big cock, rubbing his balls, and taking them in my mouth on his request. When Markus removed his cock from my mouth, I found myself moving forward, trying to seek it out again, trying to take it back in my mouth. I heard him laugh. I realized what I was doing and that I wanted to taste that cock again. I loved the taste of his cock. I loved the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth. I could tell from his moans that he was enjoying what I was doing as my head moved up and down on his hard shaft. I couldn't take the whole cock in my mouth but as I jacked his cock with my hand, I was trying to stuff as much in my mouth as possible. I bathed the head of that cock with my tongue, hoping that I was doing a good job as Markus still held my head between his hands.

He reached down and pulled on my nipple causing me to wince. No one had ever played with my nipples, not even my wife, and when he realized how sensitive they were, he kept up his assault, pulling, twisting them and the pain just seemed to cause me to suck harder.

It was then I felt his balls moving in my hand, tightening and I knew from the way I felt his knees begin to buckle that he was close to cumming. I tried to lift my mouth off of his cock but Markus held me in place, holding my head firmly with his cock buried in my mouth and then without any warning, he began shooting his load. “Oh fuck yeah Barry, that's right, suck me, take that nigger load of cum in your mouth white boi," Markus groaned.

I didn't want to swallow his semen but he held me in place and I knew that I had no choice. While at first I struggled, I quickly decided that I needed to accept his release and began swallowing as fast as I could. There was so much of his cum, and it was so thick, it quickly filled my mouth again and again and it seemed like I must have easily swallowed a pint of his nigger cum. The force of his spurts was strong, with each one blasting large quantities of cum into my mouth and down my throat. His ejaculation finally slowed and stopped, but I found myself continuing to suck on his big black cock, licking it, trying to get more cum of out it. Markus reached down and scooped some of the cum that was on my face which had escaped from the corners of my mouth and shoved it back into my mouth. It was salty and slick but I quickly licked at it and swallowed it, and sucked the remainder from the tip of his cock as Markus settled back on the bed, his slippery cock finally pulling free from my mouth.

"Damn that was good boi. You're a natural, a real natural cocksucker Barry! And there’s no doubt that you love eating that nigger cum" Markus smiled as he gathered his breath, then slinking down to his knees beside my bed. He reached out and unwrapped the towel that covered my dick. Markus gazed on my already hard little dick and placed his hand around it. It was the first time any man had ever touched my dick.His hand was much bigger, and rougher than my wife's little hand. Markus began to move his hand up and down my shaft, jacking my little dick off. I collapsed back on my elbows as I watched Markus jack me off and it only took a few more strokes of his hand before I shot my cum in his hand.

Markus slid up on the bed and held out his hand out that held the small watery results of my orgasm and said, “lick it off boy and make sure you swallow every drop” and that’s what I did. Markus then began kissing on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, licking, and biting lightly at my little bud. He pulled the wet towel completely off me, ripping it out from under me, leaving me naked under his hungry gaze. I had no idea how sensitive my nipples were but I enjoyed Markus sucking and pulling on them.

"Okay, now spread your legs boy," Markus commanded me.

I did as he asked without thinking as I felt a warm wet finger pressing against my puckered asshole. Markus pulled his finger away and coated it with spit from his mouth and placed it again at the entrance to my ass. Pushing gently, it entered slowly.

No one had ever explored my ass as Markus worked his finger in and around, continuing to suck on my nipple. "Stroke your little dick boi. I want you to jack that little thing off again for me while I do what I want with you ," Markus urged.

Markus slid up. I had my eyes closed and was unprepared when I felt his lips on mine. I couldn't believe he was kissing me. My lips were tight against his as he licked my lips, running his tongue along them. My lips and eyes both were tightly closed. I told myself that I didn't want to do this and I couldn't believe I was doing it. And then it happened, his tongue pried between my clenched lips, my lips parting slightly as his tongue pushed through, exploring my yielding mouth, and I was finally resigned to what was happening, and I allowed him to kiss me.

Here I was laying across the bed, another man kissing me, fingering my ass as I jacked my own dick off. First I felt one finger, then two fingers, pushing in my asshole, exploring, in and out and I felt myself relaxing, taking more and more of him. He pushed in hard, burying his fingers in my ass. I had both feet flat on the mattress, my legs arched up and apart, as Markus explored a part of me that Joyce or no other woman had ever done.

At first it was uncomfortable but as I jacked my dick and felt the pleasure build, I spread my legs wider exposing myself even further, letting him have as much access as possible.

"Oh yeah, you like that don’t you boi? You like me fingering your ass?"

"Um, yea, I guess" I grunted back acknowledging what we both already knew. I could feel myself pushing back onto his fingers, my left hand pulling on my own butt cheek, trying to open it wider. It was a warm sensation. A sensation I had never felt before and it felt so good.

"That's right, spread that little cherry ass. It's a hot little ass Barry. I was noticing it today out by the pool. You gotta' nice hot little ass," Markus chanted as he pushed his fingers in, deeper and deeper.

Markus went back to kissing me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. "Stick your tongue out boy," Markus hissed. I did as directed as he sucked my tongue into his hot mouth. His fingers were plunging now in and out of my ass, his hand slapping at my cheeks.

I felt my balls draw tight as I shot stream after stream of cum across my stomach. There was so much cum this time and it spurted with such velocity that some of it splashed all the way up beside my head. I had never had an orgasm like that in my life. As my own orgasm subsided, I went limp, my legs collapsing down on Markus's hand which he withdrew as he placed a last, long, lingering kiss on my lips.

When Markus pulled away from me, he stared into my eyes. I felt completely wiped out. He took a finger and scooped up a small glob of my own cum that landed on the mattress and placed it lightly on my lips. I could taste the saltines of my own cum as I quickly licked my lips with my tongue taking the semen into my mouth as Markus smiled. “You need to clean the rest of that up off of yourself Barry, and make sure you eat every drop.”

He got up announcing we had a busy day in the morning as he went into the bathroom to ready himself for bed. I scooped up I every drop of cum and licked it off my fingers like he told me. I was still laying there when he returned, watched him set his clock and slide between his sheets.

"Goodnight white boi, you did real good tonight but you have so much more to learn over the next four days" Markus said as he clicked off the lamp on the night stand. It was then the "boi" registered with me. I was not “Barry” to him anymore and mostly now I was just "boi or white boi". It was kind of lost on me earlier but I quickly decided that I didn’t care. I pushed the sheets down and then crawled back under them. I had just participated in my first same sex encounter. It was like someone else had done it, not really me but I quickly realized, it was me. I wanted to deny it. I told myself that I didn't want to do it, that I was forced, but I knew that was a lie. I did it and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot. And I knew that I wanted to do it again! There was still four more days left at the conference and I wondered what else might happen next. All I knew was if Markus asked me to have sex with him again, I would quickly agree. It was all I could think about as I closed my eyes.

I didn't sleep very well that night, continually tossing and turning thinking about what had transpired hours earlier. The image of me having oral sex with another man. Allowing him to finger my ass, and actually enjoying it, was tearing me into. I had always considered myself as straight as they come, and I was always a very happily married man. Yet, I knew what I had done and I knew that I had enjoyed doing it and wanted more. I was actually awake when Markus got up the next morning, slipping on his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes for his workout. Pulling the sheet over my head, I tried to catch just a few more minutes of sleep before I got up myself. It was perhaps an hour later when Markus returned, taking a shower, before emerging, wiping the remnants of water from his back. He looked over to see me staring back at him and said "Good morning there sunshine!" He was smiling at me a bit disarmingly. "Did you sleep well?"

I wanted to say are you kidding me. Hell no, not after what we did... how I'm feeling about it. Instead I turned facing him, "Yea," I said.

"I really enjoyed our little session last night Barry," Markus went on as he approached my bed. "You were pretty damn good for a first timer," he added, reaching down and taking his black cock in his hand and standing in front of me. I watched as he gently stroked his cock, and I saw it growing. Markus was looking at me but my gaze was solidly fixed on the cock which was swelling in his hand. Within seconds his cock was fully erect, sticking straight out at an upward angle. My own heart was pounding as I looked at it, with Markus removing his hand and leaving just his cock which was seeming to be beckoning me. Everything in my mind told me to stay put. This was wrong – it was crazy. I wasn't gay. I didn't do things like this but I felt drawn, almost hypnotized by the sight before me.

"Go ahead boi. We both know what you want to do. Now that you've had this cock, and swallowed my nigger cum, you know that you can't get enough of it. You know you want more. You know you want to taste it again. Come on boi, but from now on, I want you down on your knees in front of me like a good little cocksucker does. Get down here and suck my black cock. I want to feel you lick it, suck it, suck my balls and take my load again boy. You know you want to do it so get moving."

It was almost as if it were somebody else. I told myself not to do it, but I was unable to stop myself as I slid out of the bed, still naked from the night before. I knelt down on my knees in front of him as he told me. Markus placed his hands on both hips as he guided his cock to my mouth. Without any further instruction I parted my lips and took his cock in my mouth. I could still taste faint traces of soap from his shower. I thought about how clean and fresh his cock smelled as the warm flesh started to move back and forward between my lips.

"Oh fuck yes, you're such a good little cock sucker Barry," Markus moaned as I wrapped my hands around his ass and pulled him tighter to my face. "Oh Yea, that’s it, take that big black cock and suck it. Don’t forget to play with and lick my balls too boy. Make sure you take my cum filled nuts in your mouth and suck them too. Let them know you love that nigger cum that’s inside those black balls boi!"

I did exactly as he said. When I got to his balls, I sucked one then the other ball. I marveled at his hairless sack. How smooth his skin was all around his cock, completely shaved bare. I held his cock and licked up and down the entire length of the shaft before sticking it back in my mouth. Markus pulled back and removed his cock and rubbed it all over my face, and across my lips.

"Stick your tongue out boi," he commanded. I complied as he rubbed the head of his cock across my tongue, lightly beating it with his shaft. "You love that black cock now, don't cha' boi? You like sucking that black cock, kneeling down there and showing your respect and taking this big black cock in your mouth, don't cha?"

"Yes sir," I said in between slurps.

"Are you my little good little cocksucker now Barry? You know thats what you are now boi? You’re a little black cocksucker, isn’t that right" Markus asked.

"Yes sir," I moaned back licking his dick.

"Yes sir what," he shot back.

"Yes Sir, I'm your little black cocksucker. I can't get enough of your black cock and cum. I love it," I answered back.

"Look up here boy. Look at me," Markus barked. I looked up at him, his cock still buried in my mouth. "You want my load don’t you boy. You want me to feed you some of that nigger cum for breakfast, don’t you? You want to taste my cum again, isn’t that right boi?"

"Yes sir. Please cum for me. I want you to cum in my mouth," I begged. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on. I wanted him to shoot his load in my mouth again and let me suck it down.

"Stick your tongue out and open wide boi," Markus commended.

I sat back on my legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible, sticking my tongue out in anticipation of his promise. Markus jacked his cock just a few times before the first stream of cum sailed across my face. He corrected his aim and sent the next spurt into my hungry mouth and down my throat. At least six of seven more thick spurts found their target before he pulled his cock away and milked the last remnants of cum out of his cock and onto my tongue.

I closed my mouth and swallowed every last drop. Markus took his finger and scooped up the stream starting to slide down my face. He took the finger and placed it to my lips which I quickly took into my mouth, savoring now the taste of my own cum.

"Damn you're hot boi. You’re already hooked on nigger cum! You learn fast. Stand up," he commanded. I did as he directed and when I was standing before him, he took me in his arms. I felt small as he kissed me hard. My own erect little dick rubbed against our stomachs as he grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me tight. His tongue pushing into my mouth, our lips rubbing together. It was almost like in that moment I completely belonged to him as he kissed me as passionately as I had ever been kissed.

"I'd like to take care of that ass of yours boi, but I have a class that starts up in 15 minutes. Lie down on the bed and jack off while I get ready. I want to see you cum for me," he urged.

I did as he directed and lay down on the bed, watching him dress as I stroked my little dick. I lubed my dick up with my own saliva as I pumped my dick and in only a few moments I was spurting cum onto my chest. He looked on with a smile as he finished tying his tie and slipped on his jacket.”Clean up every drop of that weak watery white boi cum Barry! I expect you to eat every drop of cum that you can!”

I lay on the bed, cum all over my stomach and chest and I scooped all of it up and took it in my mouth. When I was finished, I closed my eyes. That might have been a mistake. When I opened them it was nearly noon. I had fallen asleep and missed most of the morning's program. I quickly got up and got a shower and got dressed.

Sitting in class after lunch was almost a waste. My thoughts kept going back to the last twenty-four hours. It was hard for me to fathom all that had happened. I couldn’t even imagine that I would ever be some black guy's playmate, but here I was and I couldn't get my mind off what we had done – what I had done.
As wrong as I knew it was, I simply couldn't erase the images of kneeling at Markus's feet, sucking his cock and balls and hungrily licking off even the last few drops of cum which dribbled off the head of his cock. I sat through the rest of the day's programs but my mind was definitely somewhere else and immediately after the class broke up, I headed upstairs.

I waited in the room assuming Markus might come up and have me suck his cock again. When after a few hours, he didn't show up, I headed down to the bar and began to suck down some McCallen Scotch. Around ten, I was feeling no pain at all, and I decided to turn in. I took the elevator up to our floor and went into our room. It was empty and I walked over and opened the patio glass door to let in a nice breeze. The warm salty ocean air filled the room as I slipped off my clothes, leaving just my briefs as I collapsed on the bed, waiting on the arrival of my roommate. My thoughts kept rerunning the scenes of Markus, his big black cock, my mouth wrapped around it, sucking it and sucking his big black balls. I pulled down my briefs and began stroking my dick, feeling it swelling in my hand. The images in my mind were of Markus's shaved crotch, his heavy balls that I bathed with my tongue. Then the thought hit me. I retreated into the bathroom and began running the shower. I got out my shaving cream and lathered up my crotch. I was careful to use a new blade as I began shaving strips across my lower abdomen, around my balls, anywhere I detected hair until I felt completely smooth down there. I even swiped under my balls and shaved around the crack of my ass.

Rinsing off, I watched as the hair fell to the bottom of the shower in clumps. Most of it went down the drain and I used a tissue to pick up the rest and discard it in the trash bin. Looking into the mirror I couldn't believe how much bigger my dick looked with no hair. I couldn't recall being hairless since I was 13, but here I was now, standing in the mirror looking at my erect but still little dick, swollen from my arousal. I hoped Markus would be pleased with my new look.

Markus had a bottle of Scotch on the dresser and I didn't think he would mind. I needed something to steady my nerves as I looked at my bald dick and hairless balls in the dresser mirror. I wondered what my wife would say when I unveiled my new look. I knew that I would come up with some lame story that I'd seen some guy in the sauna here and thought I'd do it too, just for the fun of it. At any rate, I sat back on the bed, turned on the TV and waited.

It was almost midnight when I heard the door click and open. Markus smiled as he looked at me, naked on the bed. I don't think he noticed my surprise at first glance, as he made his way over to the scotch and poured himself a drink.

"I see you've been waiting for me and I definitely approve of the way you're dressed," he said with a smile as he walked over. It was then that his eyes looked at my shaved crotch, completely hairless as my dick was already fully erect. "Oh my, I didn't see that earlier. That's nice...very nice boi, especially since I know that you did it for me" he said appreciating my handiwork. “I like a shaved dick. You have a very pretty dick Barry, even if it is so small. Even something that small looks much nicer without all that hair you used to have around it.

He set his drink down on the nightstand and rubbed his hand across my stomach, down across my hairless abdomen to my dick, gripping it, and giving it a couple of tugs. He took my balls in his hand, holding them, giving them a gentle squeeze too. I felt chills run down my arms at his touch. He let go and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it over to a chair. He slipped off his loafers and lifted his feet removing his socks, then his slacks. As he pulled down his boxers his black cock came into view. The cock I had learned and loved to worship over the last days.

"I'm sorry I had to run off and leave you hanging this morning. I'm not normally like that but I knew I had to get set up." Markus moved to the foot of the bed and positioned himself between my outstretched legs. He bent over, taking my dick in his mouth and he swallowed it whole. His lips were now resting on my smooth hairless stomach. I wasn’t surprised that he could take all of my dick in his mouth since it was so small. He ran his tongue around my shaft and spend several minutes licking my dick and balls which he alternated. Then he did something I was unprepared for, he pushed my legs up until my knees were almost over my head and began to lick my asshole. I had never felt anything like it as he ran his tongue up and down my crack, pushing his tongue in. I moaned as he assaulted my backside with his tongue, then replacing it with his fingers which he again worked into my chute. As he toyed with my ass with two, then three fingers, he again took my little dick in his mouth and began moving his tongue up and down on the shaft. I loved the dual feeling of him fucking me with his fingers while stimulating my dick. I completely lost track of how long he was doing that before he rose from the bed and walked over to the dresser. He took something out of a travel bag, a tube that he squirted on his hands, rubbing the liquid on his cock which was already hardening.

"Get over here on your hands and knees on my bed boi," he said. I was pretty sure I knew what he intended to do as he continued to stroke his hardening cock, lubing it up. I did as he said and moved to his bed and he reached out spread some lube on my ass as I scooted down on the bed. There was a part of me that wanted to say hell no, that's way too big to put inside of me, but then there was another side that knew I wanted it and the side that wanted him to take me won.

He had been easy on me with his fingers and I hoped he would be just as easy with his monster cock. Luckily the drinks had taken a toll on me and I was much more relaxed as I felt his fingers lubing up my hole, preparing me for that big black cock.

“Okay boi, it's time to take that little cherry ass of yours. That's what you want isn't it? You know that you want me to fuck that ass," he chided.

"Yes sir. I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck my tight little hole and make it yours," I said back to him. It was the truth. I did want him to do it. I wanted him to fill me with his huge cock.

"Look in the mirror boy. I want you to watch as you take a big black cock in that ass pussy as I take that cherry of yours. Watch closely as I take that ass of yours boi," he said pointing to the mirror stretching across the dresser.

I did just that and couldn't believe that it was me staring back in the mirror. I watched as he guided his big black cock between the cheeks of my ass and then he pulled them apart with his right hand, guiding the head of his big black cock with his left. I felt the head of his cock touching my asshole, rubbing up and down on it, teasing it, and then pushing in just lightly, and then a little more and still a little more. I felt my asshole resisting at first, fighting his attempt to open it up and invade. Then I felt the head or his cock enter into my chute. I jumped a bit as he let go of my ass and grabbed onto my hips. He stood still for several seconds, maybe even a minute or two, letting me get accustomed to the pressure of his cock head now filling my hole. Then he began, inching it in ever so slowly. I could feel his cock moving deeper and deeper into my bowels, drawing a moan from my lips as my head went down to rest on a pillow, biting the fabric until the uncomfortable pain gradually gave way to a feeling of complete and total fullness. It seemed to take forever, but eventually I felt his thighs touching mine and I felt his stomach against the cheeks of my ass and I knew he was all the way in. I had taken all of him – his whole long fat cock. My face was turned to the mirror and I watched as he began to move slowly in and out, as he fucked my virgin ass. He moved slowly at first, and when he met no resistance, he began to move a little faster.

I watched in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was as if it were someone else in the mirror. Not me, as I watched the black man take the white man from behind, driving his big black cock deep into the white boy’s ass. I watched as I Markus's big black cock was sliding in and out between my ass cheeks. At that moment, I felt so submissive - so taken, but it also felt so natural as if this was the way it should be for someone like me. Now I knew how Joyce and the other women I had fucked felt when I took them doggie style. I was so turned on watching myself as I totally gave myself to Markus, and I felt my little dick harden.

I began to move my ass back to meet his thrusts. My butt was perched high in the air with my face laying flat on the pillow. I could see my bald little white dick and little balls flapping with each forward movement of Markus’s black cock in the mirror. My own little dick seemed to shrink even smaller, and while I felt horny as hell, I realized that my dick was no longer erect as it involuntarily moved back and forth with each thrust. It was almost as if my little dick had retreated and gotten even smaller with Markus's anal assault. My dick dangled from my crotch and my balls contracted in their sack. Occasionally I would reach down and pull on them, feeling the lube which ran down my crack as Markus continued to push his cock in and out of my hole.

I heard Markus’s voice when he said "That's it boi. Take my black cock in that cherry white ass of yours, take it," he groaned. "Who's fuckin' ya? Who's fuckin' that ass now? Tell me boi!"

"Oh yes....yes....you are Markus," I moaned.

"Damn straight I am white boi! Is that my ass now white boi? Does that little cherry ass belong to me?"

I didn’t even think as I heard myself respond and say "Yes sir, it's your ass. Please fuck my ass Sir," I moaned back.

“You like being my little cocksucker, isn’t that right boi?" Markus taunted.

"Yes Sir, I responded. I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to feel that way, but he was right and I knew that I really had loved it. I loved sucking Markus’s big black cock. That's all I could think about today. “Yes Sir, I love sucking your big black cock," I ranted.

"And tonight you're my little bitch boi too. You've given yourself completely to me now boi. That's my mouth and my ass now boi. You'll give it up any time I want it and wherever I want. If I want it tomorrow, you'll give it to me. If I call you when we get home, you'll drop everything and drive over to my place and give it to me, isn’t dat right boi? You’ll do whatever I want now, wont cha' white boi? There's no turning back now. That ass and mouth of yours belongs to me now and I intend to continue to have it long after this seminar is over!"

It hadn't dawned on me he would contact me or want to get together after the conference. My heart fluttered. His big black cock was still sawing back and forth in my ass and I knew that I love it. He said he would call me at home and expect me to come to him. I was lost in the thoughts when I heard him bark out, "Answer me boi, if I call you and tell you I want your mouth or your ass, you'll drop everything and drive over and give it to me, wont you?"

I knew what he expected to hear and knew that it was also what wanted to tell him. "Yes sir, I'll do it. I'll drop everything and drive to your place. I'll do it. You can have my mouth or my ass anytime. You can have me ... anytime you want," I added.

"That’s right, we both know that you’ll do it because I own your mouth and this little bitch ass now. My big black cock owns you now. Isn't that right boi?" Markus taunted.

I moaned..."Oh fuck yes," I groaned. Markus was slamming his cock into my ass harder and faster now. Then he pulled his cock out and turned me over, laying me on. my back facing him. Taking a pillow and shoving it under my ass, he elevated my butt just slightly off the bed as he positioned his cock back at my hole and when he pushed the head of his cock against my asshole this time, it slid in easily. He bent down and took my right nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking. It felt so good.

Then he collapsed his full weight on top of me. He kissed me on the mouth, his tongue meeting mine as I wrapped my legs around his back and actually tried to pull him deeper into my ass. I did feel like I belonged to him. I felt so full, so complete for the first time in my life, as he moved his cock in and out of me, stretching me, taking me completely.

He continued to fuck me for what seemed like another ten or fifteen minutes before I felt him stiffen and then I felt a warm sensation as his cum shot deep into my bowels. It felt wonderful as he pumped his thick cum into me, pushing that big black cock deeper, and deeper until it softened and he finally relaxed on top of me. I kissed his neck as he pulled his cock free of my ass. I could feel my hole gaping open and I felt his warm cum begin to trickle out.

The other days of the conference were spent with me servicing Marcus whenever he wanted. I would suck him before the morning sessions and we would come up to the room at lunch and I would suck him again and in the evening, I would suck him and then he would fuck my ass. I sucked his cock so many times and he took my ass so many times and each time it felt so natural. I lost track of just how many times I sucked him off or he fucked my ass over the next days but it was plenty. It seemed as if I couldn’t get enough of that cock of his and he loved it. Markus got even more dominant and insisted that I stay on my knees anytime he was in the room to show my respect and that he owned me. The last two nights we roomed together we even shared the same bed and the last night, Markus fucked me from behind as we spooned in the bed. My ass had grown accustomed to his big cock now and this time, rather than pull out, he left his cock buried in my ass all night as he wrapped his arms around me pulling me tightly against his body and that was the way we slept.

The final day of the seminar, I decided I needed to talk to him about the future. "Markus, were you serious about wanting me to come to see you or is that just something you just said?" I asked.

"Hell no Barry, I meant it or I wouldn’t have said it. Now that I've had that mouth and ass pussy of yours, I expect to get it often," he said softly.

"Ass pussy? What do you mean" I shot back.

"You heard me right Barry. You know that little boi asshole of yours, the one you so willingly give up to me. It's nothing more than an ass pussy and it’s definitely mine now, and I expect to keep on fucking it" he explained.

"Well...um…I’m okay with that but um what do I say to my wife when you call? What do I tell Joyce? I mean, what if she asks what I'm doing? Where I'm going?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that boi. I fully expect you to bring her along the very first time I call for you come over. You damn well had better bring her to see me. I saw the pictures of that nice full body of hers, that nice ass and those wide and ready child bearing hips of hers that you showed me and I definitely intend to have both of you," he chuckled.

"No, please Markus. I can’t do that! You can't involve her.. She can't know about us, please," I begged.

"She can’t know! She can’t know what boy? She can’t know that she married a gay boi? She can’t know that you’re a cocksucker? She can’t know that you like a big black cock up that little boi ass pussy of yours," he said back. His voice was different now. It was defiant, forceful, and dominant. "Oh no boi. You better remember that you belong to me. Your ass, and your cocksucking mouth both belong to me. You'll do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you. You understand that boi?"

"Markus, please....I'll do anything, but please I can’t let Joyce know. Don't let her find out what I've done. She’ll divorce me. I’ll be disgraced!” I pleaded. I felt tears well up in my eyes. The horror of my wife knowing that I had crossed the line, that I had become a black mans lover now, and worse than all that, it sounded like Markus intended to have her as well. It sounded like he wanted my wife too.

"You say you’ll do anything I want Barry and we both know that’s the case," Markus said as he pulled me tightly to his chest. "And when I tell you to suck my big black cock right there in front of your wife, you damn well better do it. And you had better not hesitate! And you might as well know that I am gonna fuck your little boy ass pussy while she looks on too. But don’t you worry about any of that. I’m gonna be fucking her too while you look on. I’m gonna have that full body of hers. Gonna have those nice titties and that fine big ass. I’m going to have both of you boi. You understand?" he said so emphatically. "You'll both be my little play things, my little bitches. I'll have you both whenever and wherever I want and that’s going to be quite a lot. Hell, maybe we will all live together. Once your wife sees what a gay boi she’s married to, she’s going to want me to fuck her, first for spite to get back at you, but after she feels how good this big black cock is in that married white pussy, she’ll be wanting lots more and she’ll be getting it. And you won’t have to worry about all that “trying to get your wife pregnant with no results”. I guarantee you that those wide child bearing hips will be put to use. I’ve fathered several babies but I’ve never fathered any with a white woman so she’ll be the first. I have always wanted to plant a black baby in a white bitches married white pussy and that’s exactly what I intend to do to your wife and it won’t take long! And at her age, she can probably give me 6 or 7 black babies before I’m through with her. You got that Barry?"

I was silent and in shock. The realization of what he intended sunk in and I had no doubt he really intended to do it. And if I said no what would he do? Would he contact her and tell her? Tell her what I had become. What we had done while rooming together here? Probably, but would she actually believe him?

“Don’t even think about backing out and refusing Barry. I have been taking videos on my cell phone of your activities without you knowing it. I got it all, you on your knees sucking my cock and swallowing my nigger cum, and you taking it up that ass pussy while moaning and kissing me and I will show them to her”. His voice interrupted my thoughts. "Anyway, I know damn well that deep down inside, that's really what you want boi. We both know that you enjoy sucking my cock and that you like me fucking that ass pussy of yours and you love me feeding you my nigger cum. You like being my little bitch. That's what you've become now. Not just a sissy white boi cocksucker, but a little bitch boi too. You know that you want your wife to see you sucking my big black cock and taking that load, swallowing all of my thick hot nigger cum. You're going to like it when Joyce sees me fuck that little ass pussy of yours right there in front of her and she hears how you whimper and moan from the pleasure. You know that you want that too boi. You know that you want to be able to be honest with her and have her know what you really are."

Markus knew he had me. He knew I was completely resigned to do his bidding, "I'm going to take your wife Barry, just like I did you. I'm going to fuck her good, fuck her bareback right in front of you and I’m gonna shoot my nigger cum in all of her holes and then have you lick her juices off my cock and try to lick all that nigger sperm I put in her married white pussy and other holes out. What's more, I’m going to be fucking her constantly during her fertile period and you're going to ask, no you’re going to beg me to knock her up and so will Joyce. She might still fuck you, give you a mercy fuck once in a while but after she's had my big black cock in that pussy it'll never be the same for either of you. Not when I'm done stretching that married white pussy of hers out. Hell, she won’t even be able to feel that little sissy boi dick of yours in her and you won’t be able to feel the sides of that big cunt of hers after I’m done stretching it all out. And after three or four nigger babies pop out of there, the only thing that will satisfy her is my big black cock!"

Markus's breath was hot on the back of my neck. "You know that you want to give your wife to me Barry. You know that you want me to fuck that married white pussy of hers, and eventually, take her ass too. Would you like that? Would you like watching me fuck her ass like I do yours boi?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Then I felt him reach around to my dick. It was hard and stiff from all his talk. "Look at that Barry. Your little dick is all hard from just thinking about it. Thinking about me fucking your wife’s married white pussy and taking her anal cherry and knocking her up with a black baby. And you eating my cum out of her pussy and her ass after I’m done. You know that you’re excited just thinking about all of it aren't you boi? It really gets you off thinking of me fucking your wife and you eating my cum out of her doesn't it? It excites you to know that you’ll be sucking my cock and that I’ll be fucking your ass pussy in front of her. All of it excites you, doesn’t it Barry? Tell me!" he demanded.

"Yes, oh fuck yes Markus," I moaned. I couldn't believe what I was saying.

"What is it you want me to do Barry?" He smirked as he awaited my response.

"I want you make me suck your cock and for you to fuck my ass in front of my wife. I want you to fuck my wife and knock her up and I want you to fuck her ass like you fucked me," I moaned.

"That's what you want, what you really want, isn’t white boi? Are you sure about that boi? he continued.

"Yes, that’s what I want. I want us both to be yours Marcus. I'll do it. Yes, I'll, I'll do it," I said as I felt his big black hand begin to stroke my little dick.

"That's a good boi Barry. You’ll bring her down to my place next weekend. I have a swimming pool and you’ll stay over. Tell her I’m some kind of big wheel that you met and that you really need my help and support to do your job. I'll email you directions on how to get there. You just leave everything to me and I promise you that before the end of the weekend, you'll both be my little black cock sluts." Markus turned my face to his and planted his lips squarely on mine. It was a long, deep kiss. He flipped off the lamp. His cock was still buried up my ass.

I couldn’t believe it. In a span of just days, I had been turned into a bisexual cocksucker and had also become Markus's little bitch boi and now he intended to have my wife as well. And the worst thing was that I knew there was no doubt that I would give her to him.

We would both be his sluts. His little bitches. I didn't know exactly how it would happen, but I did know it would and I couldn’t wait. Just then I felt my little dick shudder and shoot off in Markus’s hand.

“That’s it sissy boi, shoot that watery little load in my hand and then open wide and lick it up, you know you wanna do it” ...................and that’s exactly what I did.

The end of this but more to come once my wife meets Markus