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House GuestI was working at the local university as a professor of English literaturewhen the basketball coach approached me. He knew I lived alone in a largehouse so he asked if I could provide a room to one of his basketballplayers until the end of the current semester. He told me his name wasChuma that he was from Zimbabwe and a great asset to our basketball team. Iwas never that caught up in sports but I did think the coach was quite anattractive man and there were only eight weeks left in the semester, so Iagreed.I was divorced ten years ago because my wife found out I was gay. I livedalone mostly in my eight room house. I had a large room upstairs over thegarage which was connected to the house. There was also a separate entranceto the room from the outside. I thought that would be a perfect place forthis Chuma fellow. When I met him to say I was surprised was anunderstatement.I would have to say he was the first real African black man I had evermet. He was six foot eight inches tall, 217lbs, very black and veryintimidating. He told me he was from a village called Kezi which had manyhunters and warriors. I had to look up name because I never heard of it. Heseemed to settle in quite well. The only thing his room didn’t have was abath so he had to come downstairs and use the guest bathroom which was bythe garage.Things went along fine until one Saturday morning. I was in the kitchenmaking my coffee I heard Chuma in the bath. I never thought any more aboutit 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 incheslong. I was surprised to see he was circumsized. I just thought borne andraised 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 saidbefore his size was quite intimidating and the tone of his voice was evenmore intimidating. I swallowed. “Yes. Yes, I have some. Would you like acup?” 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 youuncomfortable being naked?” I glanced up at him for a moment then down athis erection. “No. No, not at all.” Under my robe my own cock was swellingup hard. Then I said something that was stupid. “I sometimes walk aroundthe 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 wasnot an aggressive man in fact I was quite passive in nature. I might add Iwas easily intimidated by aggressive men. I swallowed again, removed myrobe letting it fall to the floor. I was naked in front of this black manwith my much smaller erection jutting out in front of me. He smiled, “Ithought you would be hard.”He reached down and encased my whole dick with his huge hand. He squeezedit then rather roughly yanked it upward. I flinched as I was pulledforward. “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 thistime. I wanted to run from the room as fast as I could but my legs wouldn’tmove. 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. “Isee you will need some assistance,” he said taking the rope sash from myrobe. He quickly stepped around behind, tying my arms and hands tightlywith the rope. He pulled me to my feet. “Now I’ll feed you my cock! Like ababy.” He grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into the living room. Heforced 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 shovedit in so far that I immediately gagged on it. He thought the gag reflex bahis siteleri wasfunny so he did it several more times before pulling the huge organ from mymouth. “How do you like black cock? Have you ever sucked a black cock?” Iwas too frightened to speak I just shook my head no.”I’ll bet you never sucked black balls either. He pulled my face into hisscrotum. “Lick them! I want to feel your tongue and mouth all over myballs.” I took one of his testicles into my mouth, licked it then switchedto the other. “Now you can teach a class on how to lick black balls andsuck black cock!” He laughed, pulling my head back away from his testicles.”Open your mouth!” He ordered which I did promptly. Once again he shovedhis hard cock deep into my throat. With a steady rhythm, he moved my headback and forth over the first few inches of his dick. I could feel thethick glans rubbing over the roof of my mouth. I was definitely not readyfor what happened next. His cock began ejaculation which pumped load afterload of semen into and down my open throat.As he quickly moved my head back and forth over his cock, heaps of semendribbled from my mouth and ran down my chin. He pulled his still hard cockfrom 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 andgave my erection a hard slap with his open hand. “What do you call thatsmall white thing there?””My–My penis.” I said softly.He laughed then slapped it hard again. “Is that your little white cock?” Inodded my head slowly and he slapped it again. By this time it wasbeginning to sting.”If we force your little cock to squirt, will we getanything?” 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 thefirst 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 allday.” That was all it took I felt my glans explode and I ejaculated in hishuge 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 meface down on the sofa. He untied the rope then went back upstairs to hisroom. I immediately went to my bathroom for a much needed shower.As I showered, I tried to organize my thoughts to see were things wentwrong. I didn’t remember doing anything to invite what happened. I guessedChuma probably found out from other students I was gay. I didn’t think thatwould make him do what he did. I wanted to look at all the options exceptthe real one. The fact he intimidated me and he knew it. I deduced that inhis country, comprised of hunters and warriors, they took what they wanted.Take whatever they wanted. I thought about that for a minute and it beganto make my dick swell. I imagined myself all tied up in a remote Africanvillage. The only white man, while the natives danced around me naked. Allthose 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 mysweat 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 toconcentrate on work. I kept thinking of being tied up and forced to preformoral sex. I had to admit the thought excited me. Simply because it wascompletely different than anything I ever experienced before. Maybe thefeeling of helplessness and the humiliation was the driving force. I wentback to my papers .I went out with a friend and came in late Saturday night but he was stillnot in. I did bets10 giriş not see him until Sunday morning when I saw him go into thebathroom. 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 atthe University. You are a temporary house guest. It’s not polite to expector 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 backand forth. He came over to me, his huge frame towering over me and lookeddown at me. I swallowed hard and could not remember one word of what Iwanted to say. I know it sounds stupid, I don’t know what happened. Thenext thing I was in the living room again licking and sucking his hugeblack cock.In my mind I kept saying over and over. “It’s not polite to expect ordemand certain things.” Like his black cock pumping in and out of myface. All I could remember was he demanded, I obeyed and my mouth was readyfor another sperm bath. He shoved my face into his crotch. “You made aslimy 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 whiteass upstairs. In my room!” I made my way upstairs, hand and arms boundtightly behind me. I stopped because the door was closed. Chuma opened itand shoved me inside. I stood there in the center of the room in a sort ofshock. There was another black man sitting at the table with a cigar in hismouth 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 neverseen Professor cock before.” The both of them laughed at me. He grabbed myhard cock and yanked me close to him. “You like to suck black cock?” I wastoo 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 awide 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 myass again with the belt. “I have an African name for him,” Chuma said tohis friend. “Swak!””What the hell does that mean?””Weak. Not powerful.” The man stood up, removed his pants and pointed tohis hard black cock. “Get your Professor mouth over that and suck the juiceout of it!”Again I found myself on my knees sucking black cock. While I was bobbing upand down on his cock, the two of them started a poker game. They weredealing cards and betting all the time I was sucking. Suddenly, he grabbedmy head and jammed it down on his cock as he gave out a loud groan. Mymouth was filled with another huge load of semen.They made me stand up and forced me to bend over. Chuma took a black dildofrom his dresser drawer, lubed my anus and painfully inserted it. Since myhands were already tied behind my back, he ordered me to hold the dildo inplace and not let it slip out. Then they made me stand tight against thetable, my cock and testicles literally laying on the table.The hard dildo kept wanting to slip its way out and I had to keep pushingit back in with my bound hands. That motion was responsible for a wonderfulsensation my cock remained quite hard. “Hey! Swak! You know why that dildois up your ass?” I shook my head no. “Cause we gonna fill it with a realblack cock in a few minutes.”They were true to their words. They stuffed some underwear in my mouth thentaped 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 deepinside my bowels. Gradually I was stretched to accommodate the largeorgan. When he was finished I waited for Chuma to **** me with his hugetool but he was not interested.Chuma rolled me over on the bed and untied my hands. “I’ll be back latetonight. You make sure I’m up for classes in the morning. You hear?” Iheard the car doors slam and they drove off down the driveway. I painfullypulled the tape from my mouth then went straight to the shower to soothe myaching muscles and relieve my throbbing cock!I remembered what Chuma said so I went into his room around six thirty inthe morning. He was still asleep so I shook him gently. “What thefuck you want?” I stood there in my clean neat suit.”It six thirty. Time to get ready for classes.” He threw the covers backand 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 youdoing? How you gonna service my cock with all those clothes on?” I justswallowed hard and stared at him. I didn’t know what to think. “Get themfucking clothes off! Get your naked ass on the floor so you can suck mycock!”I frantically removed all my clothes, quickly tossing them in a heap on thefloor and knelt down by the bed. “That’s better,” he said. “Start hummingon that cock!”I thought to myself. Shit this what its going to be like for the rest ofthe semester. His ejaculation was not a big as usual. I guess I was slowlydraining 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 howgrateful 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 wasgoing to be a private dorm room opening up next semester. Chuma was goingto be moving in there. I smiled again and wished him luck in the upcominggame.Between classes and during my breaks, I often found my thoughts drifting inand out of bondage. It may be strange but I was never spanked by myparents. That leather belt was the first thing that ever slapped my ass. Ifound some pictures on the internet of naked men bound and gagged. I wassurprised at my reaction was one of excitement. I kept thinking of how Iwas bound, gagged and sodomized on Chuma’s bed.There was basketball practice so Chuma didn’t come in until about nine. Iwas in the study going over papers when I heard Chuma come downstairs. Istepped out into the hall. “Was the practice good?” Hewalked up and stood close to me. My nostrils flared out, I could smell thatheavy 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 tobed. “Make sure I’m up in the morning.”Six thirty the next morning, I was shaking him awake but this time I wascompletely naked. He rolled over, tossing the covers off. “Nowthat’s what I like to see. My Swak naked man ready to make my cockhappy.” I showered, got dressed in a clean suit and stepped intothe garage to leave. Suddenly I heard Chuma shout. “HEY!”I turned to see him standing by the garage door. “Is your cockhard?” 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 ofthe car and drop your pants!”I did as he ordered. He grabbed cock and balls, gave them a quick feel thenturned 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 mewhich made me weak and passive. Then he dominated me sexually which made meobedient to him. I had taken a few semesters of psychology. I was wellaware of what was happening and my reaction was one of real pleasure. I hadnever 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 hadbeen the longest and the most exciting I ever experienced.I actually looked forward to going to his room each morning and sucking hishard black cock. I couldn’t help it I was a creature of habit I had to havea routine in order to function properly. Chuma had molded me into hisroutine quite well.<<<<<<< >>>>>>>

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