I 'm Mel, a white high school sophomore at a mixed-race school. I get along pretty well with everyone but was surprised to discover I had an odd interest in black guys. Actually, it was about their cocks. That must sound pretty gay, but it wasn't at all sexual – it was just curiosity.

I discovered it in physical education, especially in the shower. I'm about as masculine as others – at least for a white guy, but I couldn't help but notice how much bigger most of the black guys were. A few were not, but most were decidedly bigger.

I tried not to stare, but a couple black guys noticed me looking. Some just turned away, while some waved their cocks at me, as if boasting. One guy, Tom, said something to me.

"You like what you see?" he asked.

"I guess it's true what they say," I said, "I was just curious."

"We are lucky to be so manly," Tom responded, "No wonder the girls prefer us – sorry if we are so tough to compete with."

He was right – if I was going to have any success with a girl, I'd need to compete on something other than cock size.

In a class later that day Tom approached me and said, "I couldn't help but notice how much you blushed when we talked – you white guys can't hide embarrassment."

"I was embarrassed," I admitted, "I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"Well, just so you don't get the wrong idea," replied Tom, "It's pretty common for white guys to be curious, and if you want to see it more, I'm okay with it."

"Thanks," I said, "But I'm fine."

That was close! Tom may have thought I was gay, and I'm glad I let him know I wasn't. Or so I thought.

The next time I was in the shower with Tom, he caught me looking again.

"Still curious?" he asked.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have looked," I said.

"Just stay here for a bit more," he said, "There's only two others here."

I don't know why I went along with it, but I did, and soon we were the only ones left in the shower. Tom turned toward me with his back to the shower entrance. He was taller than I was, so I probably couldn't even be seen there.

"Go ahead and touch it," he said.

I shouldn't have – it was a stupid choice, but before I knew it I had Tom's cock in my hand. I'd never touched another guy's cock before, but somehow found this to be fascinating.

I squeezed it as Tom urged me on. Soon he was fully erect and said, "You wanna suck it?" That freaked me out – I abruptly let go of his cock and left the shower as quickly as I could.

My heart was racing, hoping nobody saw any of this!

Later Tom approached me and was very apologetic, saying, "I'm really sorry man, I just misread the situation."

"Whatever gave you the idea that I wanted to suck you?" I asked.

"A lot of white guys love to suck black cock," he said, "And you got me so turned on squeezing my cock and I wasn't thinking right."

I realized that I had contributed to any misunderstanding, so I said, "No harm done, let's forget it."

After that Tom and I became good friends and found we had a lot of common interests.

I couldn't help looking at Tom in the shower and he couldn't help but notice. He made a point of approaching close to me. I smiled at him and he said, "Go ahead."

I took hold of his cock again and got him hard, and then let go and left.

Later Tom approached me, and I wasn't sure what to say, but blurted out, "Thanks for accommodating my curiosity." I don't know why I said that – I shouldn't have said anything.

"I'd let you do other things if you want," Tom said.

"I'm not sure what you mean," I said, wishing I'd said nothing.

"Well, it's clear that you are curious," he said, "And I'm enjoying it. If you want to go further, I'd be fine with that."

"What would going further entail?" I asked.

"You could jack me off or suck me, depending on what you like," Tom said.

"Wow, that's pretty extreme," I said.

"Not for some guys," replied Tom.

"Are you shitten me about lots of white guys liking to suck black cock?" I asked.

"It's true," assured Tom, "Of course I don't know actual numbers."

"Tom," I said, "I'm kind of curious, but not sure how far to go."

"I'll send you some website links you can view that may help you decide," promised Tom.

We went back to classes, where I had a lot on my mind. While I'd never admit it to anyone else, I secretly liked Tom's cock – at least to handle, but I wasn't sure how much more.

That evening I checked my email and found one from Tom. As he promised, there were a number of links, which I began to click. The first few were blogs that talked about many white males feeling drawn to black cocks. That was pretty much what Tom said, but some of the blog contained testimonials. One white guy said black cock helped him realize is role in the world. Some other testimonials said things like a black cock in his mouth just felt so right – like it were meant to be. Another said that when he sucked a black cock he felt a feeling of pride and accomplishment.

All this seemed unbelievable, but given that I liked Tom's cock, I could understand some guys feeling like they stated in the blog. I imagined Tom standing in front of me with his cock at my face. I thought, "What would I really want if that happened?" The more I thought about it, the more sucking him seemed reasonable.

I continued to several more links, which showed very explicit pictures of white guys sucking black guys. There were some videos as well, and I was fascinated by how the sucker seemed to really enjoy it – what were they getting out of it?

I shut down my computer, now convinced that Tom was being honest with me. I considered Tom to be my friend and wondered if that friendship would change if I sucked him. It seemed to me that it had to make a difference, but in what way? There was no way to know in advance.

At bedtime I jacked-off, which I did most nights – it was a nice way to end the day and helped me get to sleep. As I stroked, I thought about sucking Tom and was soon fully aroused. I had no idea what it would be like, but it sure was hot, and soon I came! As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered if actually sucking Tom would be that arousing.

The next morning, I saw Tom, who asked if I had a chance to review the web links.

"I did," I affirmed, "And I'm warming up to the idea – but I need to move slowly."

"Of course," Tom agreed, "No need to rush thing – whenever you are ready is fine."

I was glad Tom wasn't trying to rush me, which put me at ease, and made me even more willing.

The next time we were in the shower I waited until we were the only ones left and stroked Tom to erection, and asked "Could I just to a quick suck now?"

"Make it quick before anyone sees," said Tom, pushing me against the shower corner as he pushed on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. I took Tom in and it felt wonderful! I couldn't believe how right it felt in my mouth – I began to understand how the guys in the blogs really felt. I never thought it could be like this – but I couldn't deny it. I moved my tongue around Tom's cock head and put my hands on Tom's ass cheeks, pulling him to me until his cock moved to the back of my mouth, gagging me. I had to back off but held Tom's ass just the same.

I had intended to give Tom a couple of quick sucks before anyone noticed. But once I began to suck, I just couldn't stop – it was just such a wonderful experience! Soon Tom came and flooded my mouth with his cum. It was strong tasting, but kind of nice – I knew I wanted more. Tom pulled out of my mouth and stepped back, and I was horrified to see the entire phys ed class looking at me, along with the coach.

"There's nothing to see here," said the coach, "Go about your business. Mel, get dressed and come to my office."

I swallowed Tom's cum and went to my locker. I got dressed, feeling terrible about everyone knowing I'd been sucking Tom. Since the coach saw me, I figured I was in deep trouble. After dressing I went to his office.

The coach came in, closed the door and asked, "Did Tom force you to do that?"

I considered lying, but that would get Tom in trouble, so I just said, "No."

"Look, if he threatened you," he replied, "I can help you submit an anti-bullying complaint – we take that seriously here."

"I don't want to cause any trouble," I said.

"Okay," the coach said, "But you better steer clear of that guy!"

The coach gave me a slip for my next class teacher, so I'd be excused for being late. At the end of the day Tom approached me wanting to know what happened with the coach. I told him and assured him there wouldn't be any trouble, but I needed to stay away from him in the shower.

My life would never be the same. On the downside, a bunch of the guys that saw me thought I was gay, and that would take a long time to live down – if ever. But the upside was great – I told Tom I liked sucking him and would be glad to do it more, as long as we were in a safe place. Tom agreed and promised never to put me at risk of getting caught.

I thought about how things could have been different – what if I’d sucked in a more secure location? It didn't matter, I couldn't undo what happened. I also realized that the longer I waited, the more I may have hesitated. Perhaps because I was rushed into sucking Tom, I did it sooner, which was good for both of us.

Throughout the rest of my time at that school, I sucked Tom nearly every day. As time went on, Tom asked if I wanted to suck other black cocks. After telling me that white guys who suck black cocks usually like to suck as many as they can. I had no reason to doubt Tom and quickly agreed. By the time we graduated I was sucking eighteen black guys and loving every drop of cum I swallowed. After graduation I asked many of them to refer their friends to me, and soon I was giving blowjobs in bars that black guys frequented.

The lesson I learned from all this was to go for what you want. I did, and I'm getting plenty of it!

  To be continued . . .

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