Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2023 00:42:23 -0600 From: Denver D.I. why? Mr. Fixitright the first time Subject: Gay/interracial Made me want his BBC chapter one Chapter one: how a black man made me want his BBC This is based on my life. Email me if you are interested in writing a new chapter of my sex stories and live near Denver, CO denverscub@gmail.com Didn't know I was harbouring a fetish for BBC using and overpowering me until the end of sophomore year of high school. Hadn't been interested in the dozens of tall buff black jocks in my classes but I was shown the light during the summer when I was working my first real job at the mall and checked out the men's dressing room in a department store where I had seen some really sexy underwear I wanted to try on. I hoped to do it without being noticed but I was almost immediately approached by a sales clerk. The sales man was a tall handsome black guy around 6'3 with wide arms and chest snugly covered by the designer shirt and silk tie. He made it clear that trying on underwear was usually not allowed since most were in boxes, but he had a few pairs of sports undies, bikini briefs, etc. and took me to a closed corner of the men's section to some darked, blocked off dressing rooms to look at the undies we found. He surprised me by adding that he had some special orders for posing straps (aka bodybuilding modeling thongs) and satin boxers that had matching G-strings that he had found for a client who never came to pick them up, and seemed keen to get them for me to try on. I told him when I arrived that I was buying bikini briefs or a silk robe and boxers like what I had first looked at, since they were for a initiation ritual pageant for a school club, essentially true since our drama club did a yearly boxer contest, each guy competing to win the award for sexiest, most daring, most creative, etc. The dark massive man insisted I look at the posing straps and G-strings anyway despite my nerves and insistence that they would be too revealing. I agreed to try a few when he said they were all 80% off and he would include a pair of silk boxers if I bought one. I was dying to get to try them on by myself when he showed me them, so I could jerk off wearing one, but he told me that he needed to keep an eye on me since technically he let me in a closed area and the security cams were not able to see us. I changed out of my khakis and polo in one of the rooms but the door didn't lock right and he opened up and stepped in with the last few from the store room as I was about to slide out of my briefs. He pushed us back into the room and told me that he agreed that I had to go commando to try on the posing straps, whispering that he would not tell anyone I had broken the store policy, and then he took my briefs down himself while telling me to hold onto his arms so I could step out of them and into the strap. He paused once I was debriefed, stayed crouched down and held out the options for me to decide which one to try first. I was almost fully erect but he didn't mention it til I mumbled and pointed to the first pair he held up, at which point he held them for me to step into and slid them over my legs til he got to my boner and deliberately rubbed his hands over my balls and cock while working the pouch onto them despite my cock only filling it halfway full. I squirmed and nervously laughed and apologized, as he explained that he knew what a turn on it was buying underwear, and how my teenage hormones were causing the issue so I didn't need to feel bad. He kept running up my balls and sliding his hand up my crack like he was finding the right placement for the satin and elastic, even telling me to turn around to face the mirror while he spun me without losing his contact with my hips and groin. He stood up behind me when I was facing the mirror but brushed his lips on my butt cheek and breathed heavily on the crack as he rose, adding an oops as if he was accidentally doing it. He put his hands on my hips and told me to lose my undershirt, so we could check the fit. I tried to say no since it was covering the precum I was leaving in the pouch but he told me that he was a professional clothing expert and he wouldn't be able to see it well enough to know if it fit right with the shirt and told me to lift my arms, sliding his huge hands up my sides skimming the cotton off my flesh. I was ticklish and jerked away when he got to the armpits, which made him chuckle and promise to avoid brushing me too lightly so to avoid any tickles. That became the excuse for why he took me around the waist with one arm as he gripped the shirt and pulled it tight just as it was covering my face. With my butt pressed into his hips and waist, his right hand pushing me and simultaneously rubbing down over my cock and waistband, and the shirt snagged on my head, he leaned in and said he needed to get me free but took his time before letting go of the shirt and telling me to lean my arms forward and pull it myself, and once it was off, I was pulled back and felt the zipper and button on his slacks were wide open but the belt seemed to still be holding the pants on. I must have tried to look at what happened to his fly because he told me to hold still them ran his hands over every inch of the strap even turning me around and having me look at my butt over my shoulder in the mirror, telling me they were too big but complimenting my butt. I was embarrassed to have my baby fat still and said I was too plump to wear it or anything that revealed my bubble butt or tiny belly. All my fantasy guys from school were ripped and while I was not fat, I didn't have a six pack or the sexy v shape. He told me that he didn't see how anyone could not see me as sexy, and grabbed my butt and pulled the cheeks apart and told me most women thought guys with butts were sexy as hell, and added as he began to remove the strap that he bet all the girls I knew and the guys were checking out my ass when they could sneak a peek. I blushed and bent to remove the strap and put on a fancier strap that he thought might be my size, and I realized he had undone his fly completely and his white underwear pouch was framed in the triangle the fly made with his very thick leather belt with a silver buckle that looked like handcuffs. He claimed that he had to open it because the strap got snagged when he was removing my shirt, and when I bravely commented on the shiny white material of his underwear, he said he was sorry he didn't have any of the type he was wearing in stock but he told me he wouldn't mind ordering some for me if I was interested. I stumbled as I went to pull on the next pair when he said he would show me his for reference, unlocked his cuff belt and asked me to slide his pants down since the room was cramped and I was still crouching. I had to stop putting the weird underwear waist strap on to do as he said which meant squeezing my thighs to hold mine up and reaching out to lower his but I hadn't realized his wallet and keys would make them heavy and I lost my grip and they hit the floor heavily, revealing his socks and sock garters, and a shiny Spandex like pair of briefs that were euro cut only framing his big balls and dick in front and then covering only the meat of his cheeks in back. He laughed and said "that works too" then had me stand and showed me that the underwear I was trying were adjustable. He said hold onto my shoulders and had me spread my legs as he adjusted the clasps on the sides with a long rub up my balls and cock and down into my ass crack on the back. He asked what I thought of his and did I want him to order some, and since I knew they were probably expensive I almost said no but not until he said he would allow me to feel how they fit. He took my hand and maneuvered my palm around the waist and butt quickly and asked if I could see the front well enough or not. I said hiss shirt tails were in the way so he said I could unbutton the bottom few buttons on his shirt if I wanted to. I shakily undid 3 and he said he would just pull it up since he was still working. I didn't mind the chance to see him work the fitted shirt over his muscular belly and pecs. My cock jumped when I saw a ring in his nipple, but I focused on looking at the huge cock that was obscenely pulsing and pulling the damp white fabric out from his groin. He stepped back a little and told me to kneel down and grab the hanky from his pants pocket, apologizing for the sweat and ball brew causing the large wet spot over his big cock head. I handed it to him and he said "pull the waist out for me would you? I need to wipe the shaft off before I work on the fabric. He let his cock flex out as I pulled out as far as I could until his cock sprang up and hit his firm Husky muscular stomach. The release of the fabric made me lose balance and I rocked forward until my arm hit his thigh. My head was close enough that I could smell his precum or ball brew as he called it, and when I exhaled on it, he moaned and quietly said he wasn't going to have any luck putting it away as long as I was crouched down in front of his "midnight master" especially since he had such a great view of my butt in the mirror. He explained that he usually didn't let his dick out til after dark because he couldn't control it when it decided to get hard. All he could do was find somewhere dark to hide it til it lost all the jizz that had it so excited and was able to get it back to being small enough for his undies to hold it. I apologized again and went to stand up, and didn't know he was turning me around so my butt was facing him til I twisted to catch my balance on the wall. He took my hands and held them so I was stuck leaning on him and the wall, with my head turned to the mirror. He lined up my butt so I could see him lean in and rub his dick on the fabric of the undies I was wearing. He asked if I had ever touched another man's dick, and I said yes to which he asked if it was a man or a boy and I said both. He smiled and said he thought so. He asked if I had seen or touched or tasted a black dick and I said I had sucked a few white guys and seen a few black guys in locker rooms, which made him smile wider. He rubbed the cock down into my ass crack and asked if I had only tasted those dicks or had I been "broken in" yet? I asked what that meant and suddenly knew when he took his precummy finger and tried to enter my ass. I yelped and said no I don't do that, which made him lean in and force the first knuckle in me while asking me if I was lying, since my butt seemed to like him. I was in pain and begged him to pull off. He said I guess you really are not used to getting fingered which means no way could you take my dick. He slid it under my balls as he removed his finger and pumped it into the tight thigh gap and took my dick in his hands turning me so he could see me in The mirror. I told him to stop because I was close which made him growl. He turned me to face him and went to kiss me, but I protested. "I don't kiss men" I said. He laughed and said" u suck cock but don't kiss, that's messed up boy. If I can not kiss u I am going to have to bite that tit kid." He leaned down and nipped my nipple and I said ouch, don't! "Okay kissing it is then!" He used a lot of tongue and kissed me hard and deep. I nearly bit him as he jerked me close to cumming. I pushed away and said I'm gonna shoot, and he moved back in and said go ahead. I tried to warn him I shoot gallons and miles, but he stuck his cock under my balls and pressed into the asshole almost enough to go in, which pushed me over the edge. I spasmed and shot cum up all over both of us, staining his shirt and tie and the untouched underwear. He was both turned on and pissed about his clothes as I finished. I said sorry as I wobbled on shaky legs. "Only way to make sure no mess is made is in a mouth or butt, get on it knees." Usually I was totally turned off after I came but I was oddly excited by his demand. I hit the floor and leaned in expecting him to want head but he stopped me with my mouth open beneath his jerking slab. " you made a mess on me, so I am gonna return the favour you mother fucker. Now say cum on me!" I got out 'cum on' as he shot an impressive thick and very sweet load on my hair face, chin neck chest and finally finished in my mouth where he made me swallow a large remaining balance of his ball brew. Unlike the other men I had sucked, his cum was thicker and sweeter and seemed unending. Once he finished, he had me stand and look at myself in the mirror. He berated me for using false pretenses to get my sugar coating, and made me promise not to wash it off my face till I got home. When I said I was going to be picked up by my parents to head home, he told me to lie and say it was lotion if they asked. While I promised him, he wiped my cum off him and fed it to me til he saw I was hard again. He asked if I could cum quickly and I said yes but added that the second load usually required me using a Sharpie or something to tease my butthole. He smiled and said he knew I was looking for a black stallion to ride, and told me not to worry, grabbing my cum from his chest and some of his from my chest and lubing his finger. He got it all the way in before I began shooting, this time on the mirror. He got dressed as I licked the mirror clean, and he took my phone number and said he was off at 6 that Friday for the weekend and said he knew I worked Saturday, revealing that he had checked me out a few times, and said he was going to be my ride Saturday but we were going to his place for the night and I was gonna be fingered for real, maybe more. I told him that was impossible and he said "figure it out or I will call you at home Saturday night and come fuck you on your front porch while your parents watch. Here's some thing to wear till then." He gave me his underwear and took mine with the promise that if I didn't have his back to him clean and dry, then mine would be nailed to the gate of the store I worked in with my name and more cum in them. I finished getting dressed and added a third load to the underwear thinking about how to get away from him or convince my parents I was going to a friend's house or something. I thought I was going to have to avoid the scary dominant black man who had my number and my underwear. But by Saturday morning I was so horny for more BBC that I heard the lie coming out of my mouth before I realized I was doing it: "so Jeff invited me to sleep over tonight and his dad can drive me straight from work if it's okay..." They never even questioned it. My ass twitched...what had I just signed up for? Part 2: Saturday night at his mercy...