When I enrolled in college to pursue a major in computer science, I envisioned myself becoming some sort of wealthy guru who would consult with major corporations all over the world. The reality is that I ended up working for a company that provides technical training on our software development platforms. The pay is very good, but I'm required to travel at least seventy-five percent each year.
My name is Ed, and my wife, Linda, and I moved to Boston to start our new jobs after graduating from college. The first five years with my company were very challenging. We were creating state-of-the-art software development platforms that helped our clients save millions of dollars on their own development.
As our products sold and became widely accepted, my job changed from development to training. We travel in teams of two and typically fly out on Monday afternoons and return Friday mornings. That gives us time in the office on Monday mornings and Friday afternoons to prepare the customized training materials for our customers.
For the first three years I traveled with other developers who are about my age. We always stayed in separate rooms in the nicest hotels. After that initial push, the growth of our customer base slowed. Some of the training staff was laid off. My manager’s name is Kevin, and he started traveling with me after my other partner was fired.
I started traveling with Kevin, who happens to be a black man, when I was thirty-one years old and he was in his early-forties. In addition to the cuts in our training staff, the company is also saving money by requiring the trainers to share rooms at mid-level hotels, and sometimes motels.
It took me a while to adjust to sharing rooms on our trips and losing my privacy. I'm not a prude or anything but I was little uncomfortable at first with the way Kevin behaves in our room. He isn’t modest at all and usually wears just a t-shirt and tight underwear in the room. I easily saw the lumps of what looked to be very large cock and balls and I tried not to stare at him. I had never been attracted to or had an interest in other men’s genitals. But I found myself becoming a little curious about Kevin’s big cock and balls.
Kevin usually spends a lot of time sitting at the little work table in our room, surfing the web and reading on his laptop computer. I noticed that after reading for a while, he would always rush to the bathroom and stay in there for a few minutes. One night I walked by him and noticed that he was reading a story from what looked to be a porn website, while rubbing his cock.
I was curious and said, “That looks like a porn site to me, Kevin. What types of stories are you reading on there?”
He looked only mildly embarrassed when he responded, “Sorry, Ed, I didn’t mean for you to see me reading this stuff. But it’s really pretty simple. My wife, Tamara, and I have a great sex life. We fuck at least once every day when I’m home and I get horny on the road. Out of respect for her, I don’t want to look for other women in the bars. So, I read these stories from one of the authors who seems to focus on white men sucking black men’s cocks. No offense, Ed, but those stories turn me on and help me get off in the room each night.”
I could hardly believe that he was being so candid about what he was doing. But I was more curious then and said, “No offense taken, Kevin. But I have to ask; what is it about that particular writer’s stories that you like so much?”
Kevin thought for a moment and responded, “Well, he always creates plots and describes circumstances that are plausible, regarding how his white characters meet black men and end up sucking their cocks. He also delves a little into the psychological transformation that occurs as the white guy realizes that he has a desire to suck the black guy’s cock. You’ll see what I mean if you read a few of them. I also read stories that are posted by new authors, just to see if their styles are arousing to me.”
I didn’t want to admit to Kevin that I was even a little bit interested in the stories and intended to read a few of them in private. I saw the name of the website and the writer’s name when we were talking. So, I didn’t need to ask him for that information. I responded saying, “No thanks, Kevin. I don’t have any interest in those types of stories. But it doesn’t bother me that you're reading them and taking care of your needs.”
Over the next few travel nights I sat in my bed surreptitiously reading several of the stories by that author. Kevin was busy reading at the table, and I noticed that since our discussion he was more openly rubbing himself. I think he even ejaculated sitting there instead of going to the bathroom to finish. I knew that from his movements, and I also sensed the unmistakable aroma of semen in the room.
The strange thing is that the stories are way more arousing to me than I thought they would be. Linda and I have a great sex life and I never had a desire to look for sex from others. But the stories were starting to make me wonder, for the first time in my life, what it would be like to suck a cock, and especially a black cock. It still surprises me that I envisioned myself as the more-submissive cock sucker in the stories.
The next two weeks were interesting since Kevin started reading in bed. He also began to openly rub his cock and balls, with his underwear still on, in a position where he knew I could see him. I couldn’t make it out clearly in his underwear, but his cock looked to be uncircumcised and at least nine inches long. It's also very thick and he has huge balls. His genitals look to be like to some of the black cocks and balls that were described in those stories.
It wasn’t clear whether Kevin was trying to entice me to take more interest in his cock. So, I decided that I would tease him by writing a story and posting it to that site since he said that he does read stories from new authors. I had never written any kind of fiction before but found that the site has some easy-to-use guidelines for new writers. I wanted to use a similar style to the author he liked so much, and include descriptions of situations from our travels that we're both familiar with.
I started taking notice of things, like the way Kevin always unfastens his pants and lowers them and his underwear when we're standing next to one another at the urinals during bathroom breaks at our customers’ sites. Most men just hung their cocks out of their zippers, so his urinal habits were somewhat unique. I also noted how I would sometimes look over at him when he was pissing and watch him shake his cock afterwards.
Many of my mental notes chronicled events that took place in our room, like the first time we talked about Kevin reading those stories and how he walked around in the room in only a t-shirt and tight underwear. The idea was to make it similar to our situation in the room, without being exactly the same and making it too obvious that I was the author. And I have to admit that thinking about writing that type of story was arousing to me. At the time I didn’t realize where it would all lead.
I was able to work on my story in the hotel room sometimes when Kevin was busy reading at the desk or in the other bed. He asked me a few times what I was doing. I just said that I was reading and taking notes on some research that I was doing for a personal project of Linda’s.
My story started by describing a black boss, Malcolm, and white employee, Mike, who are about the same ages as Kevin and me. The first person telling the story is the eventual cock-sucking characte,r Mike. We are civil engineers traveling frequently to consult on construction projects and are required to share hotel rooms due to a tight budget.
I started out describing how Mike is concerned about his conflicted sexual feelings seeing Malcolm walk around the hotel room in just his t-shirt and underwear. He had never had any interest in men, but Malcolm’s cock and balls look huge in his tight underwear, and they really attract Mike’s attention.
Then I wrote about the same situation that happened to us in real life, where Malcolm explained to Mike why he was reading stories about white men sucking black cocks. In my story Mike also told Malcolm that he had no interest in reading about that, but then he privately read some of the stories, and they got him excited. I also acknowledged that Malcolm was going into the bathroom to masturbate after reading the stories.
My character, Mike, was going through a lot of psychological turmoil as he came to grips with his interest in Malcolm’s cock. He talked about how on the job sites he liked to go to the bathroom at the same time Malcolm does, because of the way Malcolm completely lowers his pants to piss. Mike not only wanted to look at Malcolm’s cock and low-hanging balls while he was pissing, but he subconsciously wanted Malcolm to notice that he was looking and put ideas into Malcolm’s mind. Mike isn’t sure what he would do, but he wants Malcolm to initiate the action if there's to be any.
As the story evolves, Malcolm notices Mike watching him at the urinal when he shakes the piss off his cock. He starts to get excited thinking of the possibility that Mike might be interested in sucking his cock. But he also realizes that Mike may not be fully aware of his own feelings. He tries to think of ways to get Mike’s attention in more obvious ways. So, in the room when he is reading in bed, Malcolm begins taking off his underwear and openly masturbating in front of Mike, watching his reaction carefully. The huge loads of cum that Malcolm shoots really get Mike’s attention.
After seeing Malcolm at the urinals and watching him masturbate in bed while reading, Mike comes to a point where he thinks he would like to suck Malcolm’s cock. But he is still too apprehensive about making the first move and is concerned about what Malcolm will think of him if he becomes a cock sucker for him.
Malcolm meanwhile is becoming more and more desirous of having Mike suck his cock. He increasingly tries to talk him into it as opportunities present themselves in the story. Malcolm comes up with a plan to weaken Mike’s resistance just a little and to get him aroused sexually. After work one night Malcolm takes Mike to a strip club and buys him drinks to lower his inhibitions just enough to talk Mike into sucking his cock.
I concluded the story by describing how happy Mike was that Malcolm encouraged him to suck his cock. Then Mike sucks Malcolm’s cock, balls and ass whenever they're traveling together, and even at home. Then as a closing thought, I left the reader with the idea that Mike would like to have Malcolm fuck his wife too.
It took me a while to revise and edit my story to make it acceptable, after joining the story site. I finally posted it on Sunday from home and could hardly wait until Monday to see if it had been published. I used the profile name ‘Hungry for Black’ to make it more attractive to Kevin. I wanted to be in the room when Kevin checked the site to look for new stories. It was still my intention to write the story to tease Kevin, and I had no conscious desire to really suck his cock.
I checked Monday night from the room and saw that the story had not yet been published, so I was looking forward to Tuesday night. It was hard to focus on teaching on Tuesday just thinking about my story possibly being published before evening. When we got back to the room after dinner I checked the story site. My story was published, and I waited impatiently until Kevin checked the site.
He clicked around the site for a while and then settled in to read what I hoped was my story. I was pretty sure that he was reading it because he kept glancing back at me on the bed, as if to see if I was looking over his shoulder.
After what seemed like about the right amount of time to finish my story, Kevin looked back at me and asked, “I’m just curious about something, Ed. Have you been reading any of the stories on the web site I told you about?”
I tried to act totally disinterested when I responded, “No, sorry, Kevin. I haven’t time to read that stuff after working on Linda’s project. Why do you ask?”
He said, “I’m just curious is all. There's a new author on there who writes in a very compelling and realistic style, very similar to my favorite author. I thought you might enjoy his work too.”
The next day at our client’s office I made sure to more obviously watch Kevin piss at the urinal. He didn’t look at me or acknowledge that he caught me watching. Instead, he lifted his shirt out of the way and twisted ever so slightly my way to give me a better view. That was the best view yet of his cock. It was soft and looked to be about seven inches long and very thick, with a long foreskin and mushroom cock head. His balls are hairy and huge and swung between his legs as he pissed. All in all, his cock and balls are very impressive. I found that I actually enjoyed looking at him that way.
We went into the restroom two more times that day. Each time Kevin was a little more revealing to me than the last. My dick look tiny next to his, and I was starting to understand some of the urges the white men in the stories have towards black men and their big cocks.
When we got back to the room that night Kevin brought his laptop with him to bed as usual. I was in my bed and purposely trying not to pay any attention to him as he started reading. He was rubbing his cock and balls as usual but then stopped for a few seconds to take off his underwear.
He smiled, and looked over at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind, Ed, but this story is very hot, and I need to take care of business while I’m reading it. You can watch if you want to; I’m not shy. You were looking at me pretty hard in the restroom today anyway.”
I looked back and said, “No problem, Kevin, you already told me how you have needs when you’re away from your wife. I may take a peak but it’s no big deal to me. Sorry about watching you in the restroom. I’ve just never seen a man pull down his pants and underwear and piss that way.”