My Story Ch1

Disclaimer – This story will delve into my journey to revealing my lust/love for Big Black Cock. It will deal with themes of gay sex and interracial sex involving intelligent, beautiful, charismatic, smart and down right hot and sexy, dominant black men and myself, a 35 year old white man. If this is not your thing then please look away now, otherwise I will continue……



First of all, welcome! This is my first attempt at writing about my journey, and it has been a journey, into experiencing sex with hung, dominant black men. I have had a lot of inspiration from other authors on this site, namely Originalanonymous, Floridaguy2001 and Pantyboy4mistress. Thank you to all that you’ve done for me over the years. I will definitely welcome feedback from authors and readers alike because as it says in the title, this is only chapter 1 of a very fun and naughty journey into black cock discovery.



I am a 30 something white guy, married and living in the UK. I keep myself fit and healthy. I do class myself as straight, well, 98% straight. I am attracted to women and that will never change. I do not find men attractive other than I really have a thing for black men, I don’t know why, it just happened gradually over time. growing up, I always loved watching lesbian porn, the type where it is full on passion and lust with lots of kissing when you can tell that the actors are really enjoying themselves.



I work away from home quite a lot and at the time interracial sex popped up in the equation, I was working in North Africa for a few months. It could get lonely over there as families or girlfriends were back at home, so you can imagine there is a lot of porn being watched. After my usual ritual of the lustful, passionate lesbian scenes, one particular scene landed in the ‘suggested videos’ link. It was a 4 minute, short video with beautiful black cocks being passed around between hungry and horny females who seemed to enjoy it a lot. I found out through some added ‘extra research’ that the black cocks that I had witnessed pleasuring these women and spewing delicious looking, thick cum all over wanton ladies belonged to Lex Steele and Mandingo. Seeing some of these cum shots made my mouth feel funny and I found myself biting my bottom lip and instead of imagining I’m the guy in the scene, I started to imagine being the girl and what it would be like to feel a nice hard black cock in my mouth or feel that hot thick cum splashing onto my face and letting it drip to my mouth, I wanted to taste it all. I wanted them beautiful, hard, thick black cocks in my mouth and in my ass, fucking me. I was bending hard! Let me say that this was over 10 years ago and interracial porn is my only go to porn now and every time I picture myself as the female in the scene. You could probably say I watch too much of it.



Being in Africa when this revelation hit me did not help. I found myself wondering about cock size and if some of the guys I’d see in the street would match up to those I had discovered in the porn I watched. The myth of cock size was definitely at the fore front of my mind and I would find myself picturing what guys cocks would look like as they just walked past in the street. It was becoming an obsession for me. I’d return to my accommodation after a hard days work and immediately be opening up the laptop to find more delicious interracial porn. I kept telling myself I was going to do it. I was going to make the jump and attempt to engineer a liaison with a hot black man, and there were plenty around to push me along.



I found myself going to bars a bit more and attempting to make eye contact with any hot black man that would take to my fancy. It wasn’t going to be as easy as what I had first thought. There were a few occasions with some playful flirting but I could never take that next step and I’d be too afraid to meet again. That, coupled with I couldn’t find that perfect man. Through the experimenting and attempted flirting I was learning how I wanted my man to be. He had to be taller than me, I’m 5’8″, so somewhere approaching 6’0″ was a must. He had to take care of himself, with that, I mean, I found that I liked muscles. Not crazy like cartoon muscles but he had to be strong and more bulky than myself. Charm, charisma and confidence would all go hand in hand with the physical attributes, or that is what I told myself.