Getting Turned Out
I’ve read that a lot of sissy cocksuckers knew early on. Even at 21 years old I did not, until after this night.
No one ever confuses me with being an alpha or a stud, but believe it or not I was completely straight until a few years ago. I had done some things a lot of guys do when they’re curious and inexperienced, but nothing really gay. For example, like lots of guys I tried to suck my own dick. It was way too short for me to reach, though, so I was only able to put my legs over my head and cum into my mouth. So while I admit I had thoughts about cock in my mouth, it was only my own cock I ever thought about.
I’m never the center of attention, and I can fit in with a lot of different groups. I have a knack for adapting by fading into the background and just rolling with the group’s dynamics. Some might might call me a hanger-on, and I’m okay with that. It gets me into a lot of situations where I’m the odd man out though. So it wasn’t unusual that after I’d been out partying I found myself at some guy’s house with a crew who I didn’t know.
What was unusual, though, is that I’m the only white boy there. There was at least one other white guy in the group at some point, but he seems to have disappeared. I realize it about the same time I realize I’m alone with four or five larger, more muscular and slightly older black men. Still, it didn’t much concern me for two reasons. One is that, like I said, I latch on with all sorts of groups. The other is that I was too wasted to be capable of worry. Anyway, I’ve always been lucky in avoiding bad situations.
Ethnic men have always intimidated me though. Part of it is just being an outsider when I’m the “minority” in a group, and partly because I’m not very tough. The “bigger” reason, though, is that I’m very self conscious of my small size dick. That’s on top of being self conscious about being petite sized to begin with. Overall, it makes much “bigger” guys feel pretty intimidating to me.
There’s a lot of banter among the guys that I can only partially follow, partly because my state and partly because of loud and thumping hip hop. A few times I get the feeling they’re talking about me, but I can’t really figure it out. There’s a lot of laughing though, especially each time they give me something to drink or smoke. At some point there’s an argument over something I can’t even remember, something dumb or pointless. To be honest, I don’t even remember if I was involved the argument. But suddenly they’re saying it was now a “dick measuring contest,” and they mean it literally.
They’re saying that since I lost the bet or argument (I don’t recall making any bet or anything) that I have to pull out my dick. There’s no way I’m going to do that. So one of the guys says that if I’m not going to show mine I have to stroke his, like a truth or dare choice. I’m sitting back in a chair and he steps over in front of me and pulls out what looks to be a very big, thick cock. C’mon he says, either pull yours out or you gotta stroke mine. House rules!
It’s probably no more than 7 inches or so, but it’s very big compared to me, so there’s no way I’m pulling out my little dick. Everyone is already laughing and whooping and telling me “house rules.” I’m unable to think of anything other than the two options presented, and I know showing my small pinkish dick isn’t going to happen. So choosing the lesser of two evils I reach up and take his cock in my hand and start stroking. His cocks jumps and starts to stiffen. More whooping and laughing and talking amongst themselves.
Because I’m wasted, or because of the loud thumping music or the intimidating men, or all three, I’m unable to think clearly. My world grows very small: just my small pale hands sliding along his hard dark cock. It seems to be getting closer and I don’t know why, until I realize his hand is on the back of my head. It feels like slow motion as he brings my head all the way to his cock. I see a little wetness on his tip just before he rubs it across my dry lips. I lick them without thinking. It’s sweet.
“Open that mouth white boy,” he says, “house rules.” I’m cloudy and dazed and go on autopilot, acting without thinking. I open my mouth and he slides his cock in. “Good boy,” he laughs, “now suck my black cock ya little fag.”
I’ve never given a blowjob before; like I said, my own dick didn’t reach. I’ve watched enough porn and had my own dick sucked enough, however, that I know how one is given. I begin slowly, sucking with my mouth and stroking with my hands. When the other guys see I don’t hesitate, there’s a bunch of hooting and hollering from them and some fist bumps. With all the sounds of excitement I find myself getting into it, but from an out of body perspective. I feel like I’m watching a hot dominant blowjob scene without really realizing that I’m the one doing the cocksucking.
“Yeah, you go girl, suck my black cock … suck my dick white boy.” In my altered state I hear these words as standard encouragement, not insult.
“You were so right bro, another sissy cocksucker,” says one of the others.
“Yeah, so many these small white boys wanna suck black dick,” another says. “I can always sniff out a sissy boy who secretly wanna taste black meat. Just get ‘em fucked up and nature takes over, they can’t resist it.”
“He probably give up that pussy too if you want it bruh,” someone says. Lots of laughing and whooping and expressions of agreement. “Ya think?” I’m confused, wondering what pussy they’re talking about, but I continue sucking his cock.
Eventually, the guy I’m sucking takes over and starts controlling things, fucking my mouth. I do my best to keep up and not gag. At some point, and without warning, he holds me tight and pumps his cum into my mouth. “Take this nut ya little bitch,” he yells. I swallow some, gag some, spit some, and have some run down my chin. Before I have any time to reflect, one of the other guys steps up.
“Let’s go boy,” he demands. He pulls me out of the chair and onto my knees. I open my sloppy mouth back up without thought or question. He puts his cock in, another thick 7 incher, give or take, and I go back to work. “That’s it bitch, c’mom now, use that white boy mouth on my black dick like it’s meant for.” I do as told up until he grabs my head like the first guy did and fucks my mouth. When he cums it’s another big thick load that goes partly down my throat and partly down my chin.
My jaw is tiring from all the unusual usage, but it doesn’t matter as the third guy steps in. Something has triggered inside me. I want to suck his cock. I’m hungry to suck it and eat his cum. I feel like I’m in the right place, and it’s what I’m meant to do for men like these, be on my knees serving their cocks. They all notice the change when, on my own, I reach out and bring the third guy’s cock to my mouth.
“Look at that, standard sissy white boy, can’t wait to suck another big black dick.” It’s true. I try to give him the best blowjob of the three as they call me names and laugh at how easily I became their cocksucking bitch. For whatever reason, their name calling and demeaning language doesn’t embarrass me, it’s just stating a fact that at the moment seems true. The third guy has me to look up at him as I suck. I can only describe the look on his face as conquering or victorious, or maybe just “knowing.” By the time he cums I’m spent. Luckily the fourth guy doesn’t seem interested. He’s just laid back in a chair the whole time watching, laughing, and using his phone to take pics and video.
No one ever confuses me with being an alpha or a stud, but believe it or not I was completely straight until a few years ago. I had done some things a lot of guys do when they’re curious and inexperienced, but nothing really gay. For example, like lots of guys I tried to suck my own dick. It was way too short for me to reach, though, so I was only able to put my legs over my head and cum into my mouth. So while I admit I had thoughts about cock in my mouth, it was only my own cock I ever thought about.
I’m never the center of attention, and I can fit in with a lot of different groups. I have a knack for adapting by fading into the background and just rolling with the group’s dynamics. Some might might call me a hanger-on, and I’m okay with that. It gets me into a lot of situations where I’m the odd man out though. So it wasn’t unusual that after I’d been out partying I found myself at some guy’s house with a crew who I didn’t know.
What was unusual, though, is that I’m the only white boy there. There was at least one other white guy in the group at some point, but he seems to have disappeared. I realize it about the same time I realize I’m alone with four or five larger, more muscular and slightly older black men. Still, it didn’t much concern me for two reasons. One is that, like I said, I latch on with all sorts of groups. The other is that I was too wasted to be capable of worry. Anyway, I’ve always been lucky in avoiding bad situations.
Ethnic men have always intimidated me though. Part of it is just being an outsider when I’m the “minority” in a group, and partly because I’m not very tough. The “bigger” reason, though, is that I’m very self conscious of my small size dick. That’s on top of being self conscious about being petite sized to begin with. Overall, it makes much “bigger” guys feel pretty intimidating to me.
There’s a lot of banter among the guys that I can only partially follow, partly because my state and partly because of loud and thumping hip hop. A few times I get the feeling they’re talking about me, but I can’t really figure it out. There’s a lot of laughing though, especially each time they give me something to drink or smoke. At some point there’s an argument over something I can’t even remember, something dumb or pointless. To be honest, I don’t even remember if I was involved the argument. But suddenly they’re saying it was now a “dick measuring contest,” and they mean it literally.
They’re saying that since I lost the bet or argument (I don’t recall making any bet or anything) that I have to pull out my dick. There’s no way I’m going to do that. So one of the guys says that if I’m not going to show mine I have to stroke his, like a truth or dare choice. I’m sitting back in a chair and he steps over in front of me and pulls out what looks to be a very big, thick cock. C’mon he says, either pull yours out or you gotta stroke mine. House rules!
It’s probably no more than 7 inches or so, but it’s very big compared to me, so there’s no way I’m pulling out my little dick. Everyone is already laughing and whooping and telling me “house rules.” I’m unable to think of anything other than the two options presented, and I know showing my small pinkish dick isn’t going to happen. So choosing the lesser of two evils I reach up and take his cock in my hand and start stroking. His cocks jumps and starts to stiffen. More whooping and laughing and talking amongst themselves.
Because I’m wasted, or because of the loud thumping music or the intimidating men, or all three, I’m unable to think clearly. My world grows very small: just my small pale hands sliding along his hard dark cock. It seems to be getting closer and I don’t know why, until I realize his hand is on the back of my head. It feels like slow motion as he brings my head all the way to his cock. I see a little wetness on his tip just before he rubs it across my dry lips. I lick them without thinking. It’s sweet.
“Open that mouth white boy,” he says, “house rules.” I’m cloudy and dazed and go on autopilot, acting without thinking. I open my mouth and he slides his cock in. “Good boy,” he laughs, “now suck my black cock ya little fag.”
I’ve never given a blowjob before; like I said, my own dick didn’t reach. I’ve watched enough porn and had my own dick sucked enough, however, that I know how one is given. I begin slowly, sucking with my mouth and stroking with my hands. When the other guys see I don’t hesitate, there’s a bunch of hooting and hollering from them and some fist bumps. With all the sounds of excitement I find myself getting into it, but from an out of body perspective. I feel like I’m watching a hot dominant blowjob scene without really realizing that I’m the one doing the cocksucking.
“Yeah, you go girl, suck my black cock … suck my dick white boy.” In my altered state I hear these words as standard encouragement, not insult.
“You were so right bro, another sissy cocksucker,” says one of the others.
“Yeah, so many these small white boys wanna suck black dick,” another says. “I can always sniff out a sissy boy who secretly wanna taste black meat. Just get ‘em fucked up and nature takes over, they can’t resist it.”
“He probably give up that pussy too if you want it bruh,” someone says. Lots of laughing and whooping and expressions of agreement. “Ya think?” I’m confused, wondering what pussy they’re talking about, but I continue sucking his cock.
Eventually, the guy I’m sucking takes over and starts controlling things, fucking my mouth. I do my best to keep up and not gag. At some point, and without warning, he holds me tight and pumps his cum into my mouth. “Take this nut ya little bitch,” he yells. I swallow some, gag some, spit some, and have some run down my chin. Before I have any time to reflect, one of the other guys steps up.
“Let’s go boy,” he demands. He pulls me out of the chair and onto my knees. I open my sloppy mouth back up without thought or question. He puts his cock in, another thick 7 incher, give or take, and I go back to work. “That’s it bitch, c’mom now, use that white boy mouth on my black dick like it’s meant for.” I do as told up until he grabs my head like the first guy did and fucks my mouth. When he cums it’s another big thick load that goes partly down my throat and partly down my chin.
My jaw is tiring from all the unusual usage, but it doesn’t matter as the third guy steps in. Something has triggered inside me. I want to suck his cock. I’m hungry to suck it and eat his cum. I feel like I’m in the right place, and it’s what I’m meant to do for men like these, be on my knees serving their cocks. They all notice the change when, on my own, I reach out and bring the third guy’s cock to my mouth.
“Look at that, standard sissy white boy, can’t wait to suck another big black dick.” It’s true. I try to give him the best blowjob of the three as they call me names and laugh at how easily I became their cocksucking bitch. For whatever reason, their name calling and demeaning language doesn’t embarrass me, it’s just stating a fact that at the moment seems true. The third guy has me to look up at him as I suck. I can only describe the look on his face as conquering or victorious, or maybe just “knowing.” By the time he cums I’m spent. Luckily the fourth guy doesn’t seem interested. He’s just laid back in a chair the whole time watching, laughing, and using his phone to take pics and video.
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