The Beginning

 

We all have a story regardless of what that story might be. Each of those stories have a beginning and this is mine. I grew up in Baltimore City, Maryland. There was some older white families that remained in the neighborhood, but growing up I was the only white boy for quite a distance. I can say without question I never had a hard time growing up in this enviroment. I don't have any stories about racism or being bullied because I was white. In fact, it's the exact opposite. It was a very happy childhood, one where race differences were NEVER an issue. However, this issue does play a major role in my attraction to black men. I was young for my first experience. I went out about noon during the first full week off for summer vacation and went to the corner were everyone usually hung out. I got there a little late so everyone had left to head to the basketball court. I lingered for a few minutes just to be sure when one of the older teens, came out and yelled my name asking where everyone was. "The court," I replied. He said "DAMN," knowing he too missed everyone. I went over to his front porch where we sat for a few minutes before he invited me inside.

 

We went to his basement that was designed like a sports room before sports rooms were a thing. We watched some tv, but nothing of interest was on. He asked what we were going to do and I said I didn't care. He then jumped up and said, "oh, I got something we can do." He went behing his fathers make-shift bar and pulled out some of his dad's adult magazines. I was totally game for checking out some pussies and titties. These magazines were not like my dad's adult magazines. These only had pictures of naked black women. Already having a strong attraction to black girls this was absolutely perfect for me. We sat in total silence turning page after page before I noticed his hand slipping in and out of his sweat shorts. He noticed I caught him and he said "I can't help it, my dick is hard as fuck." I giggled and said mine too. After a few awkward moments passed, he reached back into his sweat shorts. I could clearly see he was rock hard before he put his hand back down his shorts. Up to this point I had never masturbated before or even knew what masturbation was. So him giving himself a few tugs made me question what he was doing. He said jerking off. My puzzled expression made him say, "you know jerking off!?" I had no idea what he meant by that so I said "no, what's that mean and what does it do?" He said WOW then remembered I wasn't as old as him. So he explained what he was doing in as much detail as he could, but I was still puzzled. He then stood up and said, "look, this is what I mean." He stood up and lowered his shorts and out popped this hard cock surrounded by hair followed by two big balls also covered with hair. I was stunned!! I didn't have any hair like his. In fact, I barely had fuzz let alone full bush like his. My amazement of his hair was immediately squashed by my fascination of his size. His cock, in my inexperienced opinion, was massive. He was so long and very thick. Me being so underdeveloped copared to him was shocking to say the least. So shocking I blurtted out, "damn, your dick is big." He chuckled and said "yes and hard as fuck too." He said how hard is yours and I sheepishly replied, "not as hard as yours." He said let me see which I immediately refused. No way was I going to embarrass myself showing my underdeveloped twig. He then said, "well, touch mine, is it that hard?" Again, I immediately refused to touch it saying, "I ain't no fag." He snapped back to proclaim he wasn't either, pulling up his shorts then sitting back down. We sat in silence a little bit longer scared to say anything else just flipping through the pages a little while longer. My curiosity got the best of me. I honestly pretended to look at the pictures, but mentally I was picturing his cock and balls. I honestly wanted to touch it, but I was so damn scared. I finally broke the silence and said ok. He asked, "ok what?" I said let me touch it. Well, he moved pretty quickly lowering his shorts and once again I was amazed. I reached out and placed my hand around his cock. My fingers didn't even touch each other. There was a space between my fingers he was so thick. I was literally stunned, aroused, turned-on, and confused all at the sametime. What aroused me the most was, the moment I grabbed his cock, he actually moaned and took a very deep breath. His reaction turned me on to a level the magazines couldn't achieve. After a few seconds I let it go then said I need to get home and left his house. That night all I could think about was the image of his cock and I replayed the sound his moan and his deep breathing made when I touched him. It was a very awkward and confusing night.