I 'm Mike, now age 62, and reflecting on my life. They say the things you regret the most are the things you never got around to doing. Well, I don't have many regrets. I've had three marriages that didn't work out – I guess that just wasn't for me. But when it came to things that were "for me", I went after it with a passion! I'm straight – at least, pretty much straight – though I do have some fond memories of not-so-straight activities.

I think back to that time that started it all. I was in a bar and under-age. They weren't so keen on carding you back then. I went in to the men’s room to take a leak. The room was really rustic – no urinals, just a trough with water slowly running that you pissed into.

That was long before things like modesty screens. It didn't matter who was around, you just whipped your cock out and pissed. Nobody looked anyway, at least not in any way that was obvious.

This black guy was pissing next to me, and I discretely looked out of the corner of my eye and couldn't believe what I saw – he was huge, so I had to be sure and turned to get a good look. Sure enough it was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. My eyes were glued to that huge tool, and then I heard the guy clear his throat. I looked up and made eye contact – not a good idea in a men's room. But he smiled and turned toward me to give me an even better look.

"Like what you see?" he asked. I was speechless and just nodded. I couldn't believe I was doing this! My own cock was hard, but nowhere as big as his!

Just then some else came through the door and I nearly freaked. The black guy zipped up. I was struggling to get my hard cock back in my pants without being seen. I washed my hands, going back to my place at the bar. I was nervous as hell and quickly downed my shot of Wild Turkey, and ordered another. It was a confused mess – what just happened and what does it mean? I got hard looking at another guy's cock! I'm straight and have no interest in that kind of stuff! Or did I? I downed the next shot as the black guy passed by me and dropped a note next to my glass.

I nervously picked it up and read, "Meet me outside if you want to see more."

I knew I wanted to see more, but also knew that I shouldn't. This was definitely off limits, but I'd never been good at staying inside boundaries, so I settled my bill and went outside.

I wanted it but tried to talk myself out of it – maybe he wouldn't be here, or maybe I won't be able to find him. Then I saw him – leaning against a dark colored van with dark tinted windows – the kind we used to call sex wagons because you could do anything inside, and nobody could see.

He was grinning broadly as I approached. He opened the side door and said, "After you."

I climbed in and he entered, sliding the door closed.

"Now tell me what you want," he said.

"Huh?" I said, not quite sure what to say.

"Look guy," he said, "You're here for a reason and you have to say what you want or you won't get it."

I felt tongue-tied, but knew I had to say something, so I blurted out, "I wanna see your cock."

"That's more like it," he said, "Now kneel right there and go for it."

I nervously knelt as I reached to him and unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants, sliding them with his short down to his ankles. There it was – that monster cock I just couldn't get out of my mind!

"If there's something else you want," he said, "You just have to ask for it."

"Can I hold it?" I asked.

"How bad do you want it?" he asked.

"Please, let me hold it," I begged.

"How bad do you want it?" he asked.

"I want it," I said, "Please let me hold it."

I got the nod and took hold of his huge cock. It was semi-hard and incredibly huge. I'd never touched another guy's cock before – never even thought about doing it, but here I was handling the cock of a total stranger, and loving every second of it!

He hardened as I handled him and saw a drop of juice form at the tip. Without thinking I leaned forward and licked the drop up.

That's when I heard him say, "Go for it, faggot, suck my black dick!" He pulled my head toward him and his cock slid into my mouth.

I never thought anything like this would happen. I'd never thought I'd do anything like this, but it was happening. The cock felt good in my mouth, and it somehow felt like this was the right thing to do – like it belonged in my mouth.

"Move your tongue around, especially under the head," he directed, and I responded. I wanted to do this well, and did whatever he instructed.

"You're a good white boy," he said, which encouraged me to do even better – I sucked a little harder as I continued moving my tongue around.

I tasted a little more of his juice – it was musty tasting, but I liked it. After a time, he grabbed my head and said, "Ok bitch boy here comes what you live for!!" While holding my head he pumped in and out of my mouth, shooting his hot load into my mouth. It was strong and unlike anything else, but I loved the taste and knew I wanted more. I held it in my mouth, savoring the manly taste, but had to swallow before it leaked out of my mouth.

"You're one of the best faggots I've had so far," he said. I thanked him and told him this was my first, and that I was married.

"Then you're probably a natural," he said, "And you'll get even better with practice."

He told me his name was Ben, and he gave me a phone number to call. He would line up guys for me to blow and leave a list with his secretary, who would give me numbers to call.

"Now there's one absolute requirement," Ben said, "You must suck every black cock offered to you – no exceptions – got it?"

I nodded, excited to get even more big black cocks. Ben sent me on my way and I returned home – my mind racing with the events of the day.

Since then I sucked every black cock offered and loved every moment of it. Some guys were very discrete about it, while some were very public. One guy would make a point of whipping out his cock with other people around. Some never noticed, but many did, and sometimes that led to even more blowjobs. I do have my limits however – I turned away every white cock offered, but sucked every black cock.

I can't begin to estimate how many thousands of black cocks I've sucked. I fondly recalled one time I sucked six guys in a row at a party, and then went home to my wife. If she had a clue, she would never kiss me again!

Things have slowed down for me, but I still suck a few black guys. That one day at the bar changed my life, and led to my swallowing gallons of cum over the years – pretty good for a straight guy!

Special thanks to my online friend Mike Thomas for providing the inspiration for this story and much of the content.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)