Like all of the stories in thus series, everything described below took place 
before the spread of AIDS.  I would never have done the things described below 
after 1975 and I would not recommend anyone doing them today without great 
precaution.

	

Black Experience(s): Part 5
By Michael F

Thus began my new life.  I visited Robert’s bar the following night.  Dozens, 
literally, dozens, of new hot cocks were ready for my mouth and pussy.  One bar 
led to another.  Soon, I was reading the papers for black fraternity 
conventions, or other all black male events, and I would almost always get 
picked up at the hotel bar, taken to a room, and usually fucked over and over 
until I was almost dead and would fall asleep.

I felt absolutely slutty, total white trash, a tramp, a white slave to be used 
for pleasure by anonymous black masters.  I existed for only one purpose: to 
take a black man’s cum in my mouth and pussy ass. It was so terribly satisfying 
to be a whore.

But I really wasn’t a whore.  I didn’t want money and, if I had had to, I would 
have paid for every black cock I had in my mouth and cunt-ass. Twice, during the 
next year and a half, I was told by some black guy, after giving him head in a 
john or an alley, to hand over my cash, which I did.  I didn’t mind.  And 
Charles once told asked if he could be my pimp. I declined.  He backed off 
because he knew that Buzz, or one of his other black cop friends I was now 
banging, would put a .38 up his ass if I were mistreated. But in all other ways, 
I had become a white whore.

Once in awhile, someone would tip me.  My most memorable tip was from the star 
of the Warriors (and I know this shows my age) basketball team.  His cock was as 
big as my forearm, and I had been an absolute tiger when he fucked me.  And 
could he fuck!  When he blasted off inside my colon, or probably into my small 
intestine, I shot my load without touching my prick.  After, he gave me $100, 
which I accepted, and I asked, “Did you like that?  Would you like more?” He 
said, “You’re good, very good.  But I still like a white woman’s pussy better.  
So once is enough.”  I was a little hurt but I understood.  Some men, I have 
learned, simply prefer women, strange as it may sound.  Anyway, after he retired 
from basketball, he got known as a womanizer of amazing stamina.  They say he 
could fuck six times a night and be ready for more after a couple of hours of 
sleep.

Did I get white cock? Yes, a couple of times. I even fucked a white boy once. I 
won’t lie to you.  I enjoyed it.  But it wasn’t thrilling, wasn’t nearly as 
satisfying as having black prick stuffed into my holes. The look, the feel, the 
domination, the excitement of a black penis penetrating me was the true object 
of my yearning and having black men’s cum inside me was my elixir.

By September, my parents found out that I had dropped out of school and they 
stopped sending me money.  I went to work as a file clerk in a downtown office 
of a large insurance company.  I didn’t want anything too challenging that would 
take me off the streets evenings or weekends.

I found that I was beginning to enjoy young black boys the most.  I would look 
at their faces as I took, or they thrust, their cocks deep into my throat and 
watch their brown (and occasionally blue) eyes looking down at what was 
happening to them.  I could almost hear their thoughts.  “Here is a white man, 
his lips wrapped firmly around my hard black cock, while I hold his head white 
head and fuck his slippery mouth all the way into his tight throat.”  I watched 
as they rolled back their heads when they came and I knew that I was probably 
their first white blowjob. The shy ones, whom I really craved, would sometimes 
start soft and acted as if they didn’t know what was going to happen next. I 
would soon have them hard and it was exhilarating to see their heat build.  
After they got some confidence, and had shot off down my gut, some of them 
wanted to fuck my ass-pussy.  I would always try to take them face-to-face, on 
my back, knowing that they would never again, unless it was me, have a man’s 
legs wrapped around them as they fucked.  I was one in a thousand, and I knew 
it.  Some kids tried to back away from my kisses when they screwed.  I would let 
them, but they almost always wound up with their tongue in my mouth as they came 
closer and closer to climax.  

Many of them didn’t know what to say when their young pricks were about to 
explode in my mouth.  One yelled, “Oh, YOU…YOU FUCKING WHITE BASTARD!!!” and 
then delivered a wads of succulent cum that was sweet and as tasty as I had ever 
swallowed.  Another screamed out, “Oh fuck, Oh FUCK, OH FUCK!!!”  I loved every 
word and jerked off as he spoke.  One would say, “OH, MOTHERFUCKER…SUCK IT…TAKE 
IT!!!…HERE IT COMES!!!!!”
 
I began looking for even more opportunities to get young black dick.  That fall, 
I was taken by a bartender to the Chester High School locker room.  He sneaked 
me into the john of the locker room after a football game because one of the 
players had heard that I could suck cock better than any white broad around.  I 
had a ball.  After the coach had left, I did all but four members of the team, 
26 black boys in all, and some of them virgins. I loved the look, the odor, and 
feel of the black boys’ john and I got all the cock I could handle that 
afternoon.

One night, after Jim had face-fucked me with my head backed against the couch 
arm.  Screwing me mouth with what turned out to be vengeance, he said,

“You’re getting quite a rep around town.  I don’t mind at all that my friends 
fuck your white ass, but do you need to suck or fuck every fucking cock you 
see.”

After the blowjob that I had just given my first love, I felt bitchy.  It was 
spontaneous.

“No, Jim, You’re wrong.  I don’t eat and get fucked by every dick in town…just 
every black dick.  And it’s not just Philly. It’s every black prick from 
Wilmington to Trenton.” 

For the first time, I thought he might hit me. He thought better of it, though, 
and just asked me to pack my bags.

I left and stayed in a hotel.  Since I was working, I got a room in an 
integrated neighborhood and continued my business…sucking off black boys and 
young black men, especially in toilets.  I didn’t use glory holes much.  I 
wanted to look at each conquest’s eyes as they wondered at their good fortune of 
having an attractive young white man desire their eager cocks so much and able 
to make them feel so good.  And when I would say, “Fuck my face…come on, black 
man, fuck it,” their cocks would stiffen and they would most often start giving 
me the pleasure that I had pleaded for.

I saw Buzz and Richard from time-to-time, but Jim never came over to my pad.  I 
have to say that I missed him.  It had been four months since I had seen my 
cherry-cracker and I had to admit that I still wanted him.  He was my first, and 
as they say, you always remember the man that broke open your cunt.

Shortly, though, Jim came to my pad early one morning.  I was still in bed.  He 
said that he couldn’t get me off his mind, even if I was a terrible slut.  I 
answered that I had missed him too and said, 

“Come on, baby.  Get out of those clothes, kiss me and fuck me before you go to 
work…FUCK ME NOW. RAM ME!! I NEED YOUR BIG BLACK COCK UP MY ASS FAST!!!” 

After a terrific lay, in which I came in buckets just as Jim was erupting into 
my ass, Jim asked me to come back to live with him. “But I don’t want strangers 
there, OK?”

“Yes,” I replied.  “But can you bring home some new friends once in awhile?  I 
love you much, really need your cock every day, but a young boy occasionally 
would be a nice treat.  You can always watch me.”

I was Jim’s white bitch again.  He kept his promise and so did I.