Gay Erotica: Big Black AND NEEDY

Ever since Steve left the house that day, I knew that I wanted more. Just sucking his cock and being his bitch was not enough for me. I wanted to reach new levels of humiliation and submission that only big black men could provide.

Days after my first gay sex experience, I tried calling Steve, but he was either out of reach or too busy with something else. I felt betrayed by those reactions because I thought he had truly liked me.

I had to give up on him after a few weeks of constant failures. I needed and wanted more big black cocks, and that was the only thing that could satiate my sexual desires. Jerking off furiously multiple times every day never had the same impact that Steve had.

Eventually, I gave up on him. I went to the internet to find other black men who were willing to make me their bitch just like Steve did. Unfortunately, even after all the invested efforts, nobody turned up. All the black men on those websites said they were “looking for something else.”

I felt kind of expendable at that point. I was not their object of desire anymore; I was simply something they could use one day and put aside the day after. The worst was that there was nothing I could do about it. I was simply a little white man without a lot of value for them.

The days without a big black man were very hard. I felt abandoned and alone. Steve and his black power made me feel safe. I had found true happiness when he allowed me to suck his scrotum while squatting over my head. That sort of feeling was impossible to achieve without another black man like him.

The days without hope were numbered, though. I eventually found the benefits of the deep web. There were, of course, the despicable pages featuring things that made me puke, but there was more and bigger websites for people like me.

The best thing about said pages was their diversity. There were so many of them telling about places in the city where a white man could suck a black guy’s cock after paying for it. I had the money and the free time, so doing that was a no brainer for me.

The only thing I hadn’t made my mind on, however, was where I would go to suck a black man’s cock. There was a cinema in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city, a football stadium and a shady barbershop. I had time for just one of them for the next Sunday.

Since the cinema was relatively well known and there were many positive reviews for it than for the other places, I decided to go there. It was not far from my house as well; the trip would take roughly twenty minutes by car.

The place was known for allowing white men like me to suck big black guys while they watched some naughty movies. From the outside, the structure looked nothing like that of a cinema, but it was clear the place was famous. 

Before going there, however, I decided to sign-up on their website to chat with one of the staff members – or maybe even one of the clients – to get a better picture of the place. I liked doing that sort of “investigation” because it helped to set me in the mood.