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The Black Knight Never Fails Gay”I’m not sure faggot is the right term,” he countered.I paused, having read much erotica about straight men. I understood the term faggot was derogatory and that many men sucked cock, but still loved women. I nodded, “What do you consider yourself?””I don’t know,” Andy nodded. “Malcolm calls me cocksucker mostly, but I’ve also bottomed for him a few times, yet I still love my wife.””So what happened next?” I asked, wanting to hear how he submitted, even as my head spun around with the knowledge that my daughter’s boyfriend also sucked cock.”He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees, like he did you. He said, as I stared at his massive cock, which seemed to be staring back at me, ‘Go ahead, you can’t deny you want to be my cocksucker’. His words were absurd, I had never even considered such a thing, but the moment at hand, well, my brain shut off and I leaned forward and took it in my mouth.””Just like that?” I asked, realizing I had almost done the exact same thing.”It was like there was a magnetic pull and I was completely helpless to resist the allure,” he explained. “Stupid, but true.”I nodded, “That’s what I felt.””Which is why I told you that humiliating, but true story,” he said, his eyes suddenly wide. “He’s coming after you, next.””What do you mean, coming after me?” I asked, curious, nervous and excited by the words.”As he, um,” he struggled to say the words.”As he fucked your ass,” I finished for him.”Yes,” he sighed, his cheeks again going ruby red. After a pause, “Anyway, he declared that you were his next turn.””Turn?” I questioned, even though I knew exactly what that meant.”Yes, he calls himself a black knight born to slay and turn straight white men into submissive cocksuckers and bottoms,” Andy revealed.”He plans to make me his cocksucker and bottom?” I asked, the idea terrifying, insulting, and, frustratingly, exhilarating.”According to him, he never fails,” Andy said. “So you have to ignore his texts and avoid him at all costs.””I think I can do that,” I nodded, just as Andy’s phone buzzed.Andy looked at his phone and the blood drained from his face.”What’s wrong?” I asked.”It’s from Malcolm,” he whispered, clearly nervous.”What does he want?” I questioned, whatever it was, it was enough to make Andy nervous, which had to be a lot since I had already seen him sodomized.”I’m supposed to offer my services to you,” he whispered in shame.Suddenly I got a text.It was from him.Go ahead use him as you wish tonight. He is a great cocksucker, but also has a tight cunt.I looked up, my cock rock hard and said, “I’ve got to go, Andy.”Andy stammered, saying words he clearly didn’t want to say, “Y-y-you want me to suck your cock?””Andy, go home to your wife,” I said, as I threw down a twenty for my drinks and headed out, adjusting my cock as I did.On the drive home, my head spun with these crazy revelations:-Malcolm planned to turn me.I was determined, at all costs, to resist Malcolm and his cocky personality.That night, I had a very vivid dream about Malcolm, where instead of a facial, I swallowed his load. When I woke up, I felt a strange sense of disappointment that it wasn’t real.I was definitely now more than curious, as I jerked off in my pajamas with my wife sleeping beside me. I knew, like the protagonists in many stories I had read, that resisting the submission and temptation was going to be very difficult.I CAN’T RESISTFor the next two days I expected another text. Yet…none came.I was just beginning to wonder if Malcolm had given up on me when I got the text I was both dreading and praying for.As long as he didn’t text me, I had no opportunity to have to make a decision.Yet, the inevitable was now edremit escort in my hands in just three words;Hungry for cock?Yet, those three words were powerful words. After listening to Andy’s story, I was conflicted…as I had been ever since the moment I first laid eyes on his big black cock.1. I had been fantasizing about sucking a cock, particularly a black cock ever since I read that naughty She-male School story a couple of years ago.2. That said, fantasy is just that…fantasy.3. Yet, ever since I saw that cock, weakly fell to my knees and shockingly took a facial, that big black juicy cock had consumed my thoughts.4. That said, I’m happily married and would never want to do anything to jeopardize that.5. Yet, after Saturday evening’s role play and me sucking the black dildo…I wondered if Marcia would enjoy watching me suck cock.6. That said, I’m a man, and men don’t suck cock.7. Yet, according to the Internet, many, many men either fantasize or actually suck a cock (Andy is an example that that theory is true).I was greatly conflicted and my indecision continued to run rampant.As lunch began, I got another text. It was another picture of his massive cock with cum shooting out of it with the words:Your new favourite meal!!!I couldn’t stop staring at the photo. Saturday replayed in my mind. The massive cock so close to my face, the shocking moment his warm cum splattered my face and the reality that I would have, undeniably, sucked his big black missile if he had allowed me to.My cock was rock hard and my mouth was indeed salivating.I had lunch, the Tuesday leftovers a super disappointment after seeing that juicy black appetizing cock with cum spraying out of it.I was just finishing my meal in my truck when I got another text message.Still hungry? Want dessert? If so, go to this address now. 737 Albert Road.I stared at the text for an eternity. The decision I was dreading and craving now finally at hand.The address was a five minute drive away, as if making the temptation even more appealing.As I pondered, yet again, the pros and cons of the offer, I received another text.Now or never, cocksucker. If you don’t want my cock I have many eager white married men and fellow students who will eagerly devour my cock.You have fifteen minutes, cocksucker.Being called a cocksucker only added to my conflicting emotions. On the one hand, it turned me on immensely, my cock literally begging for release from my pants; yet, the term was derogatory as hell and implied so much.Although I still wasn’t sure if I was going to go through with it, I began driving to the address.I went back and forth a million times in the short drive. I knew if I didn’t go through with it I would always wonder ‘what if’; on the other hand, once I did it there was no going back.Arriving on the street, I stopped a few doors away. I sat there for a couple of minutes, again paralyzed by indecision.Another text came:Stop sitting in your truck and get in here, cocksucker.I gasped. He knew I was here.Another text followed:I promise I’m alone.Followed by another text, this one a picture of his cock and the words:Here it is, cocksucker. Waiting for you to walk in my front door, drop to your knees and worship my cock.It was so appetizing.It was so black.It was so big.The idea so taboo.My mouth watered.My already hard cock flinched in my pants.My left hand opened the door and I got out of my truck. I felt like I was being drawn to the house, to that big black cock.Reaching the driveway, I paused, before walking up the drive way and to the front door.Taking a deep breath, I paused again, put my hand on the doorknob and turned it. I opened the door and instantly the familiar voice called out, “In escort edremit here, cocksucker.”This was my last chance to turn and run, yet like every other opportunity to refuse the submission, I instead closed the door and walked into the living room.Malcolm was on a couch, his pants and underwear at his ankles and his dick dangling between his legs.”About time, cocksucker,” he said, “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up.””Me too,” I replied, staring at his long dick…it was bigger soft then mine was hard, although I suppose that is not saying much.”Are you going to stand there staring and drooling or are you going to do what you have been craving to do since Saturday?” He asked, smugly.Still indecisive, I stammered, “I-I-I don’t know.””Cocksucker, I don’t play games,” he said, “you’re here to suck cock, my big black cock to be specific…no more, no less. So stop feigning any pathetic resistance. You’re a cocksucker. I knew it the minute you walked into the official’s room.””How?” I asked, the blanket statement so generic.”It was in your eyes,” he explained. “Plus, if you weren’t a cocksucker deep down you would have freaked out, not stared at my cock like a wanton slut.””I was shocked,” I defended, which was true.”And now? Why are you here now?” He asked, his cock still dangling flaccidly between his legs.All the defence in the world couldn’t produce a logical answer to that question. I took a breath, stared at his cock and finally admitted the obvious, “To suck your cock.””Because you’re…,” he questioned.”A cocksucker,” I whispered.”A what?” He questioned.”A cocksucker,” I repeated louder.”Get over here and show me,” he ordered.I quickly went to him. The admission made, the desire to suck became insatiable. I dropped to my knees, took his thick cock in my hands and stroked it.”You’re a cocksucker, Greg,” he pointed out, using my name for the first time, “Get sucking.”I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the soft cock in.Instantly I felt two things:1. How natural it felt to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth.2. In awe of just how thick his cock was.I started very tentatively, fascinated by the sensation of his cock hardening in my mouth. It was the coolest magic trick ever and the feeling in my mouth was surreal.I can’t explain it, but the best description was I was in lust…in lust with a cock. I wanted to suck it, worship it, make it shoot its load down my throat.”Do you like it in your mouth, cocksucker?” He asked.I nodded, while keeping his cock in my mouth.”Say it, cocksucker,” he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth.I felt like a c***d who had his teddy bear taken away. I wanted it back in my mouth. I looked up and admitted the obvious, “I love your big cock in my mouth.””Beg for it,” he demanded, tapping my lips with his big dick, making my mouth immediately open.I knew he was trying to humiliate me, I had read such things in many of the gay stories. Yet like the characters in those stories, I was helpless to do anything but beg. “Please, Malcolm, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your cum down my cocksucker mouth?””And you understand that once I fill you with my cum, you are my personal cocksucker,” he clarified.”Yes,” I nodded, willing to agree to almost anything to have that beautiful chocolate stick back in my mouth.”You’ll come to me, when and where I tell you to,” he continued.”Yes,” I again agreed, even though I knew the consequences could be devastating.”What about your wife?” He asked, sliding his cock back in my mouth.As I resumed bobbing, hungry for more of his cock, I pondered the question. Replaying Saturday evening, I wondered if she may get turned on watching me suck a real black cock. edremit escort bayan The more I pondered this, the more I began to think she indeed would.When he pulled out, I quickly answered, wanting his dick back into mouth, “She’d likely enjoy watching.””Interesting,” he nodded, again sliding his cock back in my mouth.His tone implied he was considering my answer and I immediately knew I had given him too much information.Yet, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the now completely hard cock in my mouth. The feeling of a hard cock was a lot different and yet equally exotic.As I began bobbing slightly faster, I tried to get more and more in my mouth. I couldn’t imagine I could get close to all ten inches, I only had maybe three in at the moment.”That’s it cocksucker, keep taking more in that mouth of yours. With practice you will eventually be able to take all ten inches in,” he said, making it clear once again that this wasn’t a one-time thing.I wasn’t sure what would happen after this encounter, yet I couldn’t imagine not doing it again. Like in the stories I read or edited, once you have crossed the line there was no going back, you will crave it even though mentally you will fight the desire to do it.Four inches.My mouth already seemed full and yet I wasn’t even taking half in my mouth yet.To my disbelief, I kept slowly taking more and more, wanting, absurdly, to be a good cocksucker, and better than Andy.”Shit cocksucker, I’m enjoying this slow burn, but I need to get back to school, my girlfriend is going to be wondering where I am,” he said.Oddly…pathetically…my first reaction was shit, I’m not going to get to taste his cum.He declared, “I’m going to fuck your mouth, cocksucker.”Excited he still planned to finish, I moaned on his cock.”Such an eager married white cocksucker,” he smirked, as he began fucking my mouth.It wasn’t rough, and he didn’t try to gag me with all ten inches, but it was a lot more intense than when I was controlling the sucking.I focused on not gagging and breathing through my nose, just like my wife had instructed on Saturday, as more than half his cock glided in and out of my mouth.I couldn’t fathom how anyone, even an experienced cocksucker, could ever take all that cock.He groaned, seemingly close, “This time I’ll reward you with my full load down your throat.”I involuntarily moaned on his cock; excited by his words and desperate to feel his cum fill my mouth.I wanted to know what cum tasted like directly from the source, to get the full taste, unlike tasting my own from Marcia’s ass.I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his reward.No!!! I needed to have his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his cum.He grunted, “Here it comes, cocksucker.”Instantly, I felt his load explode in my mouth.I wanted to savour the taste, but he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it.”Good cocksucker,” he groaned, “swallow it all like the white bitch you are.”I did. I was his cocksucker, his bitch and I knew I would be back on my knees the moment he beckoned me in the future.When he pulled out, he said, “You’re a natural.”I didn’t respond, as I really wasn’t sure what to say to such a statement.He continued, “So again, I expect you to be ready to come and suck my cock when and where I call you.”I just nodded, still in awe of what I had just done, and unsure what to do next.”Tell me, cocksucker,” he ordered, “Did you enjoy your first of many cocksucking experiences?””Yes,” I whispered, a sudden shame at my current reality hitting me.”Yes, what?” He asked as he put his beautiful cock away.”Yes, I enjoyed sucking your big cock,” I admitted, adding ‘big’ for some reason.”And you want to suck me again?” He questioned.”Yes.” I admitted, sad to no longer be able to see his cock. It was beautiful in the same entrancing way that a woman’s legs encased in nylons were.I’m done with you for now,” he said walking away.

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