I 'm Tom, and was fifteen when I was approached by Mrs. Lewis, a pretty black woman who lived down the street from me. But first a little background.

I went to a mixed-race school, and while I had friends of all races, most people associated with kids like themselves. Still, I couldn't help but admire some of the black girls, who usually had much nicer tits and asses than other girls. They often had a few extra pounds as well, but that just seemed natural.

I was surprised when Mrs. Lewis approached me and asked if I'd ever tried brown sugar. I knew it wasn't about sweetener, and replied, "Not yet, but sure would love to!"

She smiled and said if I didn't mind a girl who took charge, we could have a great time. I didn't know what she meant by "take charge", but she explained that she just liked to call the shots and would want me to do some specific things, but would guarantee that I would always cum.

No girl had ever given me a guarantee like that before, so I told her I'd do whatever she wanted. She smiled and invited me to her house after school.

I quickly agreed and went to see her the next day. She led me into her bedroom and began to undress, directing me to do the same. As she exposed more of herself I was completely captivated by what I saw. Her breasts were large, but the nipples were absolutely huge!

Soon she had me sucking her nipples – first one, then the other. As I sucked they became hard as she moaned with delight, squeezing my cock at the same time. I was definitely in the mood for this and anything else she wanted. "Since we are getting to know each other, you can call me Marsha," she said between moans." I was delighted to get to know her in this way!

Next she spread her legs and taught me how to lick her pussy, beginning with the lips and working my way up to her clitty, which bulged out near the top of her pussy. I enjoyed licking her and was thrilled to give her two orgasms – something I wished I could experience myself.

"Are you ready to cum?" she asked, and I nodded my head eagerly.

"Okay, but you have to do exactly as I say," she said. I quickly agreed.

Then the door opened, and Mark, her husband came in. At first I worried that he might beat me up for messing with his wife, but soon I had something even greater to worry about – he unzipped and took out his cock, approaching me.

"I want you to hold Mark's cock in your mouth," Marsha directed.

"I'm no cocksucker!" I insisted.

Marsha was still holding my cock, keeping me aroused. "You don't have to suck it," she said, "Just hold it in your mouth – you promised you would do as I said."

She was right, and in my aroused state my judgement was seriously impaired, and soon I had Mark in my mouth. It wasn't all that bad, and kind of felt good. As I held him in my mouth, Marsha stroked me to climax, directing my load into a tissue.

I immediately felt shame over what I'd just done, and Marsha recognized it, telling me that it would soon pass and I shouldn't let it spoil my enjoyment.

Marsha thanked Mark for helping, and he left the room. "You've just had a taste of what nearly every white boy loves," she said. I didn't get it, but it was a good climax she gave me, so I thanked her and departed. The next day she invited me to come back, and I gladly did. I wasn't all that keen on having Mark's cock in my mouth, but loved the way it felt when Marsha jacked me off.

By the end of the week I found that I was looking forward to having Mark in my mouth, so it didn't upset me when Marsha asked if I was ready to suck Mark off. The truth was I'd become curious about it and secretly looked forward to taking him all the way. It felt so good to have his cock in my mouth, I was looking forward to sucking him off. Now that I wasn't just holding him in my mouth, I moved my tongue around his cock, learning its contours as well as where he really liked me to focus. His moaning encouraged me, as Marsha also encouraged me, as she stroked my cock. Suddenly I felt Mark's cock enlarge a bit and then begin pulsing as he pumped his hot load into my mouth.

It was really strong tasting and very different from anything else. It wasn't exactly bad tasting, but it wasn't good tasting either. Marsha told me it was okay to swallow, and I did.

"I'm really proud of you, Tom," she said, "You've come a really long way and haven't let common taboos hold you back. I think you have really learned to enjoy sucking Mark, and as a result you have developed a special closeness with him.

I got dressed and Mark walked me home. "You know this changes everything now," he said.

"Yeah, I guess it does," I agreed, not yet comprehending just how.

"A lot of black guys have white guys as special friends," Mark explained.

"Do the white guys suck the black guys?" I asked, beginning to get the picture.

"Usually," Marks said, "The fact is that many, if not most white guys desire to suck black guys, so it works out well for both."

"But I never even thought of sucking cock before Marsha came along," I said, "But now I like it."

"For some the desire shows up on its own, while for others it needs to be awoken, as with you," he explained.

"But I really like Marsha," I said, "I would never have done this without her."

"Marsha has worked with many white guys in waking up their true desires," he continued, "She has more to teach you."

I was eager to learn, now wondering more than ever what latent desires were hidden in me, just waiting to be awoken. The next day I arrived at Marsha's and was greeted by Mark alone. He said that Marsha would be there in a little while and would work with me privately. Meanwhile I was welcomed to suck him if I wanted. I agreed, eager to get more experience with my new interest.

Mark unzipped and took out his cock. I kept my clothes on and just knelt and sucked him. He guided me in how to move my tongue and taught me about making swallowing motions with my throat muscles. I didn't really swallow his cock but the feeling really seemed to excite him! Soon he came in my mouth. The taste was still strong, and quite unique, but this time it actualy tasted good to me.

"Just hold me in your mouth and go ahead and stroke yourself off," Mark said. I unzipped and had some difficulty getting my cock out because I was rock hard, straining within my undershorts. I stroked, fully aroused from Mark's cock, and soon felt my climax approaching. Mark told me to shoot into my hand, which I did moments later. It was an amazingly strong climax, much bigger than usual. For a moment I felt a little bit of remorse, realizing that I was a cocksucker, but that soon passed. I needed to do something with my handful of cum and thought to go wash my hands when Mark directed me to lick it up.

That wasn't something I would ever have thought to do, but did as Mark instructed. It seemed really strange to be eating my own cum, but Mark assured me that it was a good thing to do, since cum should never be wasted. He said that if I kept progressing as I had that I would never have to cum alone, but should always swallow if I had the opportunity.

The next day I came back to visit Marsha, and she was alone. "Mark told me about yesterday, and I'm really proud of you," she said, "Do you have any regrets?"

"I love it," I replied, "But it bothers me a little that I've become a faggot."

"Now Tom," Marsha shot back, "Don't be like that! That sort of thinking is so limiting and driven by societies prejudices. What we do is between us and nobody has the right to judge you. How could it be wrong for two people to enjoy such a special intimacy together?"

"I never thought about it that way," I replied, "I really like what we've done together, and am surprised that I like sucking Mark so much – is it really true that most white guys like that?"

"I think it is," Marsha explained, "And sadly it has fueled racism throughout the ages. White men crave black cock, but feel guilty about it, and often respond violently, or at least unkindly."

"I never knew that," I said, "But I'm no racist!"

"I'm glad you aren't," Marsha assured me, "And you are enjoying the benefits of being so open-minded – don't let society's biases ruin it for you."

"Mark said you work with other white guys like you do with me," I said.

"Yes," Marsha agreed, "It's my way of promoting racial harmony."

I'd never considered that – it made it all sound really noble, but to me it was simply wonderfully arousing!

Marsha had me kneel on the bed, upright, but with my knees spread. She lubed up two fingers and slipped them inside me and told me to stroke. "Nearly all guys enjoy anal," she said, "But most won't admit it. Be open to new experiences and you'll experience pleasures most guys can't even imagine.

As Marsha wiggled two fingers back and forth inside me I felt my climax approaching. Remembering that cum should never be wasted, I shot my load into an open hand, and then licked it all up and swallowed. Marsha said she was glad to see me doing so without being told to, and I would soon be ready for the next step.

"What's the next step?" I asked.

"You'll be assigned to a family in need of a white boy," she said.

"A black family?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," she said, "I have a waiting list of families."

Now it was all becoming clear to me. Marsha and her husband were in the business of turning white boys into cocksuckers for black families. I was just one of many white boys she turned into faggots. I didn't say that word, but I knew full well that I'd become a faggot. Strangely, I liked being a faggot, and even though Marsha had tricked me into it, I am indebted to her for turning me.

My training continued and the anal desires Marsha had awakened in me turned into a regimen of training with a variety of dildos along with Mark and his friends. I loved sucking, but getting fucked has it's own appeal as well.

At the end of my training, I got a really special assignment. The vast majority of placements were with families, just sucking the males who needed it. Instead, Marsha placed me with a bar owner who put me to work taking care of the needs of bar patrons. It was a private club, so there were many times when the front door got locked, and I was allowed to roam around naked, as the patrons groped me and slipped fingers into me. Hardly a night went by that I didn't give a couple dozen blowjobs, offering my ass after I'd swallowed as much cum as I could keep down.

My parents knew nothing of this – they thought I was working a job at a convenience store, but this was so much better. Besides being work I truly loved, I got lots of tips, all for just going along with things I loved doing anyway, but the men I did it for thought it was something I did for them alone. The truth was, I'd take me direction from any black guy who asked.

I banked my tips, knowing that one day I’d be older and not as desirable. Perhaps I’d work a glory hole, where looks don’t matter, just a good mouth. I’m glad to have such a great profession without accumulating a mountain of college debt like so many others.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)