My First Cock... BBC

Does a married, straight, heterosexual male like myself wake up one morning and suddenly decide to become a cock sucker? Of course not. Like most people I traveled a long and winding road to get where I am today.

I have read a lot of explanations about why committed, heterosexual men become cock suckers, and have found that although there are some similarities, we all took a different path getting there. Some guys started out experimenting with close friends or relatives as they reacted to their growing sexual awareness, some were cast into it at the hands of others, then there were some who just grew into the role as we aged. I belong to the latter.

When puberty reached out and I suddenly realized that my penis was for more than urinating, let's say I took matters in my own hands and had as much fun as I could with it. My group of friends were as horny as any other, and we were always cruising to find some chicks to pork, but we never indulged each other in any hands on experiments. At least, they never did with me personally.

As a young graduate from college, my training took me to the city, where my small town street smarts were given a test. I was befriended by a somewhat older gentleman and eventually he propositioned to join him and some others, my age, in some man to man fun. I was repulsed so much so that I was physically sick and threw up. I was not, that 'way', In fact, I had just met the girl, I was going to marry and raise a family with. How could anyone think I was a homo? I was more than a bit put off by the fact that anyone would ever think I was anything other than a straight male.

Married life agreed with me. My wife and I enjoyed a rather varied and interesting sex life. We played games and bought toys. I was the one looking for something new and different and she played along with me, most of the time. There were periods of time, when she wondered why I just wasn't happy with what we were doing. Why did I have to try new things and change things up all the time.

I can point to one factor in my life that led me to want more and different sex. Penthouse. I was introduced to the magazine by a friend, who had passed on his well read copy. The pages were well worn but thankfully not stuck together. After checking out the obvious, photographs of very sexy women, I read a few of the articles. (Just what every guy says when he gets caught with a porn mag.) Then there were the letters of Penthouse Forum. I kind of stumbled onto them by mistake, but once I found them, I was hooked. I read and re-read most of the sexy missives and did a lot of masturbating to them. I often imagined myself as the recipient of many a strange piece of ass or blow job. The sexy wife stories also got my attention as they fucked their neighbors, deliverymen, or tradesmen. This was the beginning of my cuckold fantasy as my mind thought about watching my wife getting wild with another man, or men. I couldn't get enough of the Penthouse letters and bought my own magazines so I didn't have to wait for any more used editions. (For clarification, I refer to cuckolding in it's strictest dictionary meaning. "A man who's wife is having sex with other men.")

A big development came when my wife took on a new patient in her home nursing career. He was an older black man who was a quadraplegic. I met him a couple of times, when I was in the area and he always praised my wife as being the best nurse he had ever had. Coincidentally, there was a letter in the Penthouse Letters that was about a paralyzed black man and his white home care nurse. It seems that he wasn't quite as paralyzed as his Doctors had diagnosed him to be. Only in the fantasy world of porn magazines, the black patient and his white nurse end up fucking in his bed.

Then, one day, my wife tells me that her patient was all excited, telling her that he could feel her touching his black cock when she bathed him. My wife thinks he was doing it just to gauge her reaction to it. Of course, being a dirty minded guy, I asked her if it was possible for that to happen. Describing it as impossible, my wife tried to pass it off as just another day in the life of a home care nurse. Pressing the issue, I had to ask if the myth about black men was true and had her tell me all about his cock. She said it was just a normal, average cock. Nothing special, except, it was black. She seemed to be a bit puzzled that I would be so interested in another man's cock, and honestly, so was I. But a chord was struck inside me, and it was not about to abate anytime soon.

When I thought there was a good chance that we were going to have sex, I tried to work in some conversation about her patients and how she might enjoy handling all of those different cocks on a daily basis, with bathing, catheterizing and performing her nursing duties. It seemed to me, maybe because I wanted to believe it, but whenever I got talking about her handling black cock, she really got into it more. This was not only feeding into my cuckold fantasies, but also my ever strengthening big, black cock desires. The seed was planted and growing every day.

It was somewhere near my 50th birthday when I heard those words that no married man ever thinks he will hear from his wife. We were sitting around one night eating a pizza and sipping wine while watching a movie when she said, out of the blue, a saying that I had been trying to impress on her for years. It was basically that if it feels good, do it. She had worried a lot about how some things went against her strict upbringing and guilt would creep into our bedroom antics.

I asked her to explain what was on her mind and after she came and settled herself on the sofa with me, she repeated the saying and noticed that there was a definite bulge in my pants. Us guys are so easily excited when sex is mentioned or when we think sex is mentioned. In this case, the conversation was about sex. It seemed that certain areas of our sexual catalog weren't living up to her expectations. When I asked her to explain further, she did. Anal sex wasn't happening often enough for her liking. I was about to rip a hole in the crotch of my pants right then. Recognizing this, she put a pillow over my lap before stretching out and laying her head there.

Now, it was my turn. I thought there should be more oral sex, even if for foreplay. Nothing like a face full of shiny pussy juice to get me going, not to mention a good sucking on my always willing cock. Taking things a step further she slid a hand under the pillow and commented that she was willing to spice things up if I wanted to. I was ready to scream out that I wanted her to fuck other men and not only other men, but black men. I wanted to tell her all of my cuckold fantasies about her sucking and fucking big, black cock, but I didn't want to scare her off. Baby steps were better was my thinking at the time.

She pressed for something more and I told her that some porn in the bedroom would help us to get more ideas. She agreed, and much to my surprise asked if I had any porn stashed around the house, other than my Penthouse Letters. I did have a porn video stashed in my closet and retrieved it. It was pretty grainy, but it was viewable. I set it up and hit play as she assumed her position, head in my lap, this time no pillow covering my boner.

The poorly acted scene was about a husband and wife out for a run with his best friend. The three return to the couple's apartment to cool down, have a drink and shower up. While the husband gets some cold drinks, the best friend and the wife start some playful talk about sex. The friend, it seems, broke up with his girlfriend and was in a period of drought. About the time the husband returned with a handful of drinks, his wife had a handful of his best friend's cock. With such a flimsy plot line and sketchy acting, there was a threeway going on within a minute or so. My wife was totally meszmorized by it all. She was squirming in my lap as I worked my hands all over her body. I soon had her bra unhooked, her pants unzipped and my hardon poking her head. I was wanting to scream out that this was what I wanted, in real life. A threeway suck and fuck fest with her and a black man.

It didn't take long for us to end up on the living room floor, with my cock buried in my wife's ass as the action continued on the television. When I deposited a load of my cum inside her, I thought it was going to be a moment of guilt for her and regret for having been so forward and horny. Surprise. She wanted to know if there was anything else that I wanted to bring out. I threw it out there. I was fascinated with interracial sex lately. Black men and white women specifically.

When she asked if I had any video of an interracial nature, I said that I did not, but I could surely find some, if she wanted me to. The next night I made a detour on the way home from work and came home with a couple of video compilations of interracial porn. We never even waited for dinner, I just put it on the living room TV and away we went. We sucked, fucked and fornicated like a couple of sex starved teenagers. For a couple of months we fucked every day with an interracial porn video playing in the room. My wife would stare at those huge black cocks and I could almost see her drooling. I was doing my best to tease her with commentary asking if she would like to take a big cock like those on screen and how lucky those white girls were to get fucked by them. Without being overly verbal, she would nod or simple reply "yes." There were times when I would fuck her pussy, with a recently purchased black vibrator, as we watched. She was hooked. I was hooked.

The collection of interracial porn videos grew at an amazing pace. After a year or so, the sex and porn watching had slowed down to every other day, but it was still way more than we had ever done in our lives. I was of the mind, that after all of the interracial porn and bedroom talk about black cock, there would be some sort of natural flow to the real thing. I was constantly asking her if she would like to get fucked like the women on the video, and her replies were positive. I did everything except ask her directly if she wanted me to find someone to fuck her, or if she would rather look herself.

Then one night, it all came crashing down. We had our normal routine going and at bedtime, I asked if she was in the mood and I put on a fresh video that I had just bought that day. As the scenes unfolded and our temperatures were rising, we went with the flow and fucked like the horny couple that we had become once again. During the afterglow, there was a bit of an awkward moment when my wife started to ask a question, then stopped. I encouraged her to go ahead and ask it. When she did ask, there was a realization that my answer would go a long way to determining our sexual future. The question was asked if I really wanted her to have sex with black men. She went on to explain that over the past year, we had almost exclusively had sex with scenes of interracial sex playing on our television. I tried to form an answer that was going to be acceptable to her, without upsetting the apple cart. Was this the moment I had been waiting for? Was it finally time to stop the fantasy and move on to the reality of my wife taking a real live, black cock?

While my mind was spinning at the possibilities, there came a shattering of my dreams. She was not interested in fucking any other men, black, white or other. She had played into my fantasy long enough and there was no interest on her behalf of carrying it any further. I tried my best to convince her that her actions had led me to believe she was intrigued and aroused by the videos we had watched over the past while. She was reverting back to her former sexual self, "If it feels good, it must be nasty, or immoral." There was no convincing her otherwise. End of discussion and no more porn in the bedroom, or anywhere else.

This was a difficult edict for me to accept, and try as I might, there would be no reversal on her stance of porn, interracial or otherwise. I, on the other hand was seeking out more and more to feed my intense fantasies. Another turning point. It came when I was searching out guys with similar fantasies as mine. It was a web site that catered to husbands wanting their wives to fuck other men. There were several postings that were made by a guy, who was my age, mid 50's at the time. They included a few semi nude pics of his wife and stories of their escapades with other men. I know that there have been a few false boasts on the internet, but these had a ring of truth and besides, it was erotic to read about and see some accompanying photographs. The account was in both names, husband and wife, and the wife was soon my main source of interaction. She told me of her relationships with other men, all at her husband's request, and also with other women. Her name is Judy and she was a very sexy and suggestive woman.

She asked if I would like to read about her seducing my wife and eventually 'giving' her to her husband, for his pleasure. Boy, was I excited. Judy and I were soon writing back and forth several times a day with our sexual desires and fantasies. It didn't take long for her to confess that she also loved black cock, having been sexually introduced to a couple of her husband's co-workers. When we fist corresponded, I thought that Judy was a step or two ahead of me when it came to sexual experiences. It didn't take long to figure out that she was light years ahead of me. Things that she suggested to me and things that she had done never shocked me, because I had been an avid reader and viewer of most things sexual, but they were things that I would never think of trying. It was titillating to say the least and I was fascinated with the thoughts of Judy and my wife Ann becoming best of friends. At least in my mind. Judy was telling stories of dressing herself and Ann in the sluttiest of clothes and visiting social (sex) clubs that she knew were frequented by mostly virile, well hung, black men.

Every morning I couldn't wait to open my email account to start another day of sexual exploits that included, Judy, Ann, Mike, (Judy's husband) myself, and a cast of many others. My cock was hard most of the day and I was having to beat it down over and over. For a large part of Judy's role playing, I was there as a voyeur and sometimes a participant. Mike was an active member of the sex brigade and my wife Ann was used over and over. My cuckold fantasies were being fed on a daily basis, if only in imaginary ways. Also, were my interracial fantasies. Judy was making sure that Ann was getting all the black cock a woman could crave.

As with any role playing, continuous type of story telling, there has to be an ever increasing growth of the people involved. Judy had turned my wife from a shy, slightly introverted, average wife and sex partner, to an insatiable, cum loving, black cock slut, who's boundaries were limitless. At least that is how Judy was molding her to act in our writing. Not wanting the writing to get stale, Judy started to make my role in this much more active. Instead of being the voyeur husband, I was now engaging Judy and Ann in threeway sessions, cleaning up after their sex sessions and get this, a fluffer. Judy was portraying me as the loving husband who sucked the cocks of men wanting to fuck my wife and her new best friend, Judy.

Judy found it quite amusing that I had never tasted my own cum before, except an occasional drop of pre that was the sweetest, most delicious liquid ever. She suggested that I should eat my own cum, then write about something that was totally out of my element, sucking cock. I tried to divert her and my writings to other areas, but she is a strong willed woman and was having none of that. She insisted that I masturbate, eat my own cum, then write back to her informing her that the deed was done. I did as Judy told me, up to the point of spewing my load into the palm of my left hand, but I just could not finish the task.

For whatever reason, Judy had a hold on me, that to this day, I can not explain. When she told me to do something or asked me a question, I did as she directed me and answered all of her questions completely honestly. I had no option other than to tell her that I failed to eat my cum. Her direction was straight forward. Do this task, or she would move on and find another chat friend who would do her bidding. Within a short time, I was watching some interracial porn, thinking about my wife and Judy taking on some big, black dick. When my load exploded into my left palm, I did as Judy told me. I just slapped my hand across my mouth and gobbled my first, but not last load of cum. I couldn't wait to report back to Judy.

She was pleased, and so was I. Her next task was for me to write her a story about sucking her husband off. And it didn't end there. She wanted me to carry on and suck off Mike's two good friends from work. His two, good, black friends. I was on a whole different plane now, I wrote about sucking off Mike and his two friends and I was searching out porn about white guys sucking black cock, on a daily basis. Another threshold had been crossed in my journey to becoming black cocksucker. A sucker of black cock, that is.

We kept this up for a lot longer than I would have thought, but eventually, Judy and I quit corresponding. I was on my own, looking for new stories and new friends that could satisfy my yearning to become a real life cocksucker. I continued scouring the internet looking for sites that catered to interracial sex, cuckolding and chat rooms where like minded guys could talk freely. I found such a site and signed up. My profile was quite simple. Older, MWM, looking to satisfy my bi-sexual curiosity.

I engaged many a fellow chat partner who, like me, were curious. Mostly they were from hundreds, if not thousands of miles away, with no reasonably expectations of ever meeting in real life. Like so many others, we always complained that all the nice, acceptable guys were so far away. Anyone within a radius that was easily reached, either disappeared after a few chat/masturbation sessions, or was not acceptable to me. I was looking to find another man who wanted to get his cock sucked and suck my cock in return. There was nothing within my comfort range. Newbie, or wannabe cocksuckers were way too far away, and those within reach, wanted to start out by throat fucking me then fucking my ass.

My bisexual desires were reaching a fever pitch when I got a message from a guy who appeared to tick all of the boxes for me. He was my age, almost to the month, he was the same height and weight, his address was within a twenty mile drive, he claimed to have very little experience, and expected me to be cautious and very discreet. He was divorced recently, but had been in a long term marriage prior. We exchanged a lot of emails and messages, building up a rather comfortable friendship. His interests and mine were a close match. He had a desire to suck and be sucked, chat about our wives, (his ex) and how he had been fortunate enough to experience a few threesomes with other couples.

Over the course of a couple of weeks our chat sessions intensified to the point where I thought I was going to burst. He was putting absolutely zero pressure on me and left it all up to me to decide, if and when we were to ever meet in person. Finally, I saw an opportunity coming up and suggested that we could meet for a coffee and discuss our desires and options for any future meetings. Being married put a damper on my ability to host any such get together, and my new friend, Frank lived with a close relative preventing him from hosting such a meet. We seemed stymied, but a coffee meet was another huge step towards fulfilling my latest and now burning, sexual desire, sucking a cock.