His Boss Becomes His Master:
Feminization and Water Sports from the Big Black Buck

J.S. Lee

Copyright © 2017, all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

It had happened so long ago, but he had never forgotten a minute of it, and he replayed the details over and over every time. It was exactly the same, on the bed next to his friend in their dorm room, the young man's hand had closed over his own and then he placed his palm on the erection that poked up out of the front of his shorts.

 

"Hey," he felt a tingle down his spine, he sounded as nervous as he felt, "what are you doing?" he had asked his friend.

 

"Relax, Michael," the look on his friend's face was a mix of ecstasy and triumph. "Just stroke me, just like that."

 

His friend was much stronger, and as Michael had fought to free his hand, the young man easily kept him pinned and in place. He seemed to enjoy the fight as much as the caress. "I don't want to do this," Michael whined.

 

"Sure you do," he flipped the front of his shorts down with his other hand and freed his huge cock, slapping it into Michael's hand and continued his slow up and down stroke.

 

Michael couldn't speak as he looked at his friend's dick. He was drawn to it, so much longer and thicker than his own, a darker brown than the rest of his honey-colored skin, it moved in his hand and the full, round head dripped a thick line of precum, which was wetting Michael's hand.

 

"I always knew you were a cocksucker," his friend murmured, spreading his legs wide and settling into the steady rhythm of Michael's hand. His friend continued to hold him in place but it had almost become unnecessary. Michael jerked the big dick that barely fit in his hand, up to the wet hand, pushing down the foreskin to the base and back up again. "Now get your mouth down there," his friend growled.

 

Michael felt the panic return in a wave that gripped him. "I'm not gay," was the only response he could come up with.

 

"I know," his friend said, the strong paw now reaching around to his neck, pushing his face closer and closer to the enormous cock that his hand was gripping tightly. "You're a natural cocksucker though."

 

The precum touched Michael's upper lip and he didn't know why his tongue darted out to taste it, salty and sweet, it dissolved quickly in his mouth.

 

"I've never sucked cock," he whispered, but he couldn't stop looking at the rivulet of clear liquid that ran down the meaty shaft in his hand.

 

"Then get ready to drink a load of cum, little virgin," the young Hispanic man had driven his head down another inch and Michael couldn't move. There was no other choice than to open his mouth.

 

His friend groaned when Michael's tongue lapped the head of his penis, scooping up the shimmering droplets of his liquid desire that spit from the slit. Michael could feel the man's hand at the back of his head, pushing and pulling him by a handful of his blond hair, but by the time he had half of the large shaft in his mouth, it was hardly needed. He loved the earthy smell of the dick, the weight of it in his mouth, he loved working his tongue along every ridge, now he was determined to get every inch of it inside him, down to the ballsack.

 

Michael gagged a little when he moved forward, the solid head touching the top of his throat, but when he relaxed his opening, he could easily fit the entire dick in his mouth. He slathered the man with his spit, pulling the cock out with his hand and licking up and down the length of him, running the tip of his tongue around the ridge under the head. His friend was only rubbing his head now, no force at all and Michael groaned when he licked up the sweet precum directly from the tiny slit. Back down on the cock, he ran his tongue under his friend's foreskin and tasted the brine under the thick skin.

 

His friend kept talking, giving directions, telling him what Michael was. "You're such a faggot for sucking cock, I could tell the first time we met. White boys like you are so weak for a real man's cock. You crave it and now you'll need to suck it for the rest of your life. You'll pretend that you don't want it, but when you meet a real man, in your heart you'll want to get on your knees and take his cum. You're just a cock slave and a cum-bucket." He continued on and on and the words stirred something in Michael's mind that traveled directly to his dick.

 

As he continued to suck harder and harder, his cheeks puffed out and his soaking, wet mouth moving at a furious tempo, he knew he loved every taste of the dick that was fucking his face, he couldn't wait to feel his friend force feed his hot load down his throat.