I was working at the local university as a professor of English literature when the basketball coach approached me. He knew I lived alone in a large house so he asked if I could provide a room to one of his basketball players until the end of the current semester. He told me his name was Chuma that he was from Zimbabwe and a great asset to our basketball team. I was never that caught up in sports but I did think the coach was quite an attractive man and there were only eight weeks left in the semester, so I agreed.
I was divorced ten years ago because my wife found out I was gay. I lived alone mostly in my eight room house. I had a large room upstairs over the garage which was connected to the house. There was also a separate entrance to the room from the outside. I thought that would be a perfect place for this Chuma fellow. When I met him to say I was surprised was an understatement.
I would have to say he was the first real African black man I had ever met. He was six foot eight inches tall, 217lbs, very black and very intimidating. He told me he was from a village called Kezi which had many hunters and warriors. I had to look up name because I never heard of it. He seemed to settle in quite well. The only thing his room didn't have was a bath so he had to come downstairs and use the guest bathroom which was by the garage.
Things went along fine until one Saturday morning. I was in the kitchen making my coffee I heard Chuma in the bath. I never thought any more about it until he came out and down the hall. I just stood there with my coffee. He was completely naked with an erection that must have been nine inches long. I was surprised to see he was circumsized. I just thought borne and raised Africans would not be. Obviously a stupid assumption on my part.
He walked up to me and looked down on me. "Do you have some coffee?" I said before his size was quite intimidating and the tone of his voice was even more intimidating. I swallowed. "Yes. Yes, I have some. Would you like a cup?" He reached down with his hand and rubbed his huge erection. "Yes."
I quickly got a cup and filled it with coffee for him. "Do I make you uncomfortable being naked?" I glanced up at him for a moment then down at his erection. "No. No, not at all." Under my robe my own cock was swelling up hard. Then I said something that was stupid. "I sometimes walk around the house naked also." Which was a lie because I never did.
Chuma reached down, pulled the sash free on my robe. "Take it off." I was not an aggressive man in fact I was quite passive in nature. I might add I was easily intimidated by aggressive men. I swallowed again, removed my robe letting it fall to the floor. I was naked in front of this black man with my much smaller erection jutting out in front of me. He smiled, "I thought you would be hard."
He reached down and encased my whole dick with his huge hand. He squeezed it then rather roughly yanked it upward. I flinched as I was pulled forward. "Look at me!" He ordered. I raised my head up to meet his eyes. "My cock needs a release. Get your mouth over it!" I swallowed hard this time. I wanted to run from the room as fast as I could but my legs wouldn't move. He put his hand on my head and forced me down.
I was staring at his huge black cock and the two bear-sized testicles. "I see you will need some assistance," he said taking the rope sash from my robe. He quickly stepped around behind, tying my arms and hands tightly with the rope. He pulled me to my feet. "Now I'll feed you my cock! Like a baby." He grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into the living room. He forced me to kneel down in front of the sofa. He sat down on the sofa, spread his legs open and grabbed my head with his his two enormous hands.
The next thing I felt was his huge cock going deep in my mouth. He shoved it in so far that I immediately gagged on it. He thought the gag reflex was funny so he did it several more times before pulling the huge organ from my mouth. "How do you like black cock? Have you ever sucked a black cock?" I was too frightened to speak I just shook my head no.
"I'll bet you never sucked black balls either. He pulled my face into his scrotum. "Lick them! I want to feel your tongue and mouth all over my balls." I took one of his testicles into my mouth, licked it then switched to the other. "Now you can teach a class on how to lick black balls and suck black cock!" He laughed, pulling my head back away from his testicles.
"Open your mouth!" He ordered which I did promptly. Once again he shoved his hard cock deep into my throat. With a steady rhythm, he moved my head back and forth over the first few inches of his dick. I could feel the thick glans rubbing over the roof of my mouth. I was definitely not ready for what happened next. His cock began ejaculation which pumped load after load of semen into and down my open throat.
As he quickly moved my head back and forth over his cock, heaps of semen dribbled from my mouth and ran down my chin. He pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and rubbed the head over my nose, eyes, lips and forehead. "Now you are marked with my black seed!" He took my robe from the floor, wiped his cock and balls dry from the semen and saliva. "Stand up!"
I struggled a bit trying not to loose my balance. Chuma reached down and gave my erection a hard slap with his open hand. "What do you call that small white thing there?"
"My--My penis." I said softly.
He laughed then slapped it hard again. "Is that your little white cock?" I nodded my head slowly and he slapped it again. By this time it was beginning to sting.
"If we force your little cock to squirt, will we get anything?" I replied softly again. "Yes."
"What will we get?" He said in a loud voice.
"Sperm," I replied. "I would like to see."
He grabbed my dick and began pulling hard up and down. This was not the first time I had been milked my a man but it was the first by a black man.
"Com'on," he said. "Make this little cock squirt for me. I don't have all day." That was all it took I felt my glans explode and I ejaculated in his huge hand. He took his hand and immediately smeared it all over my face. "I'll bet that wasn't enough to wet your lips," he laughed as he shoved me face down on the sofa. He untied the rope then went back upstairs to his room. I immediately went to my bathroom for a much needed shower.
As I showered, I tried to organize my thoughts to see were things went wrong. I didn't remember doing anything to invite what happened. I guessed Chuma probably found out from other students I was gay. I didn't think that would make him do what he did. I wanted to look at all the options except the real one. The fact he intimidated me and he knew it. I deduced that in his country, comprised of hunters and warriors, they took what they wanted.
Take whatever they wanted. I thought about that for a minute and it began to make my dick swell. I imagined myself all tied up in a remote African village. The only white man, while the natives danced around me naked. All those large black cocks were going into my mouth and other places. Yes, that was enough to make my white cock stand up hard. I quickly pulled on my sweat pants and sweat shirt and put that thought out of my mind.
I went to work on grading some of my papers, however I found it hard to concentrate on work. I kept thinking of being tied up and forced to preform oral sex. I had to admit the thought excited me. Simply because it was completely different than anything I ever experienced before. Maybe the feeling of helplessness and the humiliation was the driving force. I went back to my papers .
I went out with a friend and came in late Saturday night but he was still not in. I did not see him until Sunday morning when I saw him go into the bathroom. I rehearsed, no I memorized what I wanted to say to him.
"Listen, Chuma. I am the owner of this house. I am a respected professor at the University. You are a temporary house guest. It's not polite to expect or demand certain things. It may be the case in your country but not here."
He slowly walked into the kitchen with his massive erection swinging back and forth. He came over to me, his huge frame towering over me and looked down at me. I swallowed hard and could not remember one word of what I wanted to say. I know it sounds stupid, I don't know what happened. The next thing I was in the living room again licking and sucking his huge black cock.
In my mind I kept saying over and over. "It's not polite to expect or demand certain things." Like his black cock pumping in and out of my face. All I could remember was he demanded, I obeyed and my mouth was ready for another sperm bath. He shoved my face into his crotch. "You made a slimy mess of my cock! Clean it! Clean off my balls!"
He pulled me up from the floor and shoved me to the stairs. "Get your white ass upstairs. In my room!" I made my way upstairs, hand and arms bound tightly behind me. I stopped because the door was closed. Chuma opened it and shoved me inside. I stood there in the center of the room in a sort of shock. There was another black man sitting at the table with a cigar in his mouth and a drink in his hand.
"So, this is your white man bitch?"
"Yeah. Professor Thompson."
The black man laughed, "Professor? Bring your white ass over here. I never seen Professor cock before." The both of them laughed at me. He grabbed my hard cock and yanked me close to him. "You like to suck black cock?" I was too frightened to speak. I didn't know what to do so I nodded my head.
Suddenly there was a painful smack on my bare ass. Chuma had hit me with a wide leather belt. "Tell the man you'd love to suck his cock!"
"I--I--I would like to suck your cock," I said quietly. Chuma whacked my ass again with the belt. "I have an African name for him," Chuma said to his friend. "Swak!"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Weak. Not powerful." The man stood up, removed his pants and pointed to his hard black cock. "Get your Professor mouth over that and suck the juice out of it!"
Again I found myself on my knees sucking black cock. While I was bobbing up and down on his cock, the two of them started a poker game. They were dealing cards and betting all the time I was sucking. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and jammed it down on his cock as he gave out a loud groan. My mouth was filled with another huge load of semen.
They made me stand up and forced me to bend over. Chuma took a black dildo from his dresser drawer, lubed my anus and painfully inserted it. Since my hands were already tied behind my back, he ordered me to hold the dildo in place and not let it slip out. Then they made me stand tight against the table, my cock and testicles literally laying on the table.
The hard dildo kept wanting to slip its way out and I had to keep pushing it back in with my bound hands. That motion was responsible for a wonderful sensation my cock remained quite hard. "Hey! Swak! You know why that dildo is up your ass?" I shook my head no. "Cause we gonna fill it with a real black cock in a few minutes."
They were true to their words. They stuffed some underwear in my mouth then taped it shut with duct tape. Chuma's friend threw me down on the bed, stepped in between my open legs and casually slid his hard black deep inside my bowels. Gradually I was stretched to accommodate the large organ. When he was finished I waited for Chuma to rape me with his huge tool but he was not interested.
Chuma rolled me over on the bed and untied my hands. "I'll be back late tonight. You make sure I'm up for classes in the morning. You hear?" I heard the car doors slam and they drove off down the driveway. I painfully pulled the tape from my mouth then went straight to the shower to soothe my aching muscles and relieve my throbbing cock!
I remembered what Chuma said so I went into his room around six thirty in the morning. He was still asleep so I shook him gently. "What the fuck you want?" I stood there in my clean neat suit.
"It six thirty. Time to get ready for classes." He threw the covers back and I saw he was completely naked with another erection between his legs.
He looked up at me and I could see anger in his face. "What the fuck you doing? How you gonna service my cock with all those clothes on?" I just swallowed hard and stared at him. I didn't know what to think. "Get them fucking clothes off! Get your naked ass on the floor so you can suck my cock!"
I frantically removed all my clothes, quickly tossing them in a heap on the floor and knelt down by the bed. "That's better," he said. "Start humming on that cock!"
I thought to myself. Shit this what its going to be like for the rest of the semester. His ejaculation was not a big as usual. I guess I was slowly draining him. I took my clothes, got dressed again and went of to class.
That day during lunch I ran into the basketball coach and he told me how grateful he was that I was taking care of his star player. I smiled, wondering if he knew just how I was taking care of him. He said there was going to be a private dorm room opening up next semester. Chuma was going to be moving in there. I smiled again and wished him luck in the upcoming game.
Between classes and during my breaks, I often found my thoughts drifting in and out of bondage. It may be strange but I was never spanked by my parents. That leather belt was the first thing that ever slapped my ass. I found some pictures on the internet of naked men bound and gagged. I was surprised at my reaction was one of excitement. I kept thinking of how I was bound, gagged and sodomized on Chuma's bed.
There was basketball practice so Chuma didn't come in until about nine. I was in the study going over papers when I heard Chuma come downstairs. I stepped out into the hall. "Was the practice good?" He walked up and stood close to me. My nostrils flared out, I could smell that heavy odor of male sweat. It was like he hadn't taken a bath in a week. "Good." He said. I'm going to take an bathe then go to bed. "Make sure I'm up in the morning."
Six thirty the next morning, I was shaking him awake but this time I was completely naked. He rolled over, tossing the covers off. "Now that's what I like to see. My Swak naked man ready to make my cock happy." I showered, got dressed in a clean suit and stepped into the garage to leave. Suddenly I heard Chuma shout. "HEY!" I turned to see him standing by the garage door. "Is your cock hard?" He asked.
I shook my head, "No."
"Strip down! Let me see."
I swallowed. "Here? Right here in the garage? Someone might see me."
He walked into the garage and up to where I was standing. "Get in front of the car and drop your pants!"
I did as he ordered. He grabbed cock and balls, gave them a quick feel then turned and walked away laughing. "I just wanted to see!"
I failed to see any humor in it other than it humiliated me.
I painfully became aware of what was happing to me. Chuma intimidated me which made me weak and passive. Then he dominated me sexually which made me obedient to him. I had taken a few semesters of psychology. I was well aware of what was happening and my reaction was one of real pleasure. I had never really engaged much in sex even when I was married. As for being gay, I had a few friends but we did not have sex all that many time. This had been the longest and the most exciting I ever experienced.
I actually looked forward to going to his room each morning and sucking his hard black cock. I couldn't help it I was a creature of habit I had to have a routine in order to function properly. Chuma had molded me into his routine quite well.
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