"Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it", was a saying that my mother often quoted when I was a kid, and I never really understood what it meant, until after I'd graduated high school.

Several months after high school, not wanting to directly to college, with help from my parents, I found a residence in an apartment-complex; it had something of a communal-quality between neighbors. Next door to me lived a black guy named Troy. He was a stellar example of African American masculine beauty, in his mid-twenties. He was about six foot, and in possession of a trim, steel-hard body that seemed to move like a panther in heat. And, I swear, he had enough confidence for ten dudes. But despite his disarming appearance, he was really a friendly, good-natured guy who lived to party as often and as long as possible. There seemed to an endless parade of white females in and out of his place. Most of them were pretty damn awesome. Being a self-confessed bisexual myself, some of them really got my blood a-stirring. By the same token, there was a part of me that also envied them. The music, the laughter, and all the good vibes never failed to make it a great community in which to live.

There was one night in particular. I remember this blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear - short shorts and an almost transparent tank top - and her perfume spun me into space when as we passed in the hallway. Yum! That night Troy and her had the most intense fuck session ever. I mean it was a riot, with all the moaning and groaning and the headboard banging against the walls, and even some screaming and squealing.

Not being able to sleep from the sexual tension flowing into my apartment, I began to wonder just what it would be like to be in that blonde bimbo's place, getting dicked that hard and deep by a handsome black dude. Troy thought I was straight, so he didn't have an inkling that I occasionally got lost in sexual daydreams about his hard, naked satiny body pressing cruelly and brutally against my trim pink-and-blonde five-foot-nine-inch frame. I've always loved the way black men smelled, their pungent perspiration, especially during a sweaty game of basketball on a hot day and there's a huge mofo blocking me. There always comes that thought of just wanting to stick out my tongue and begin to lap up all that sweet animal musk profusely oozing out from those steamy kinky-hairy pits.

I remember in high school there were a couple of black guys who would proudly flaunt their manhood in the gym locker room as if to make a statement to us white guys, many of whom seemed super interested in getting a good , hard, long look at those big musky black cocks.

Anyway, the next day after Troy's tryst with the blonde bimbo, coming back from my morning run, I noticed that Troy's door was not completely closed, so I looked inside and saw him laying there sprawled on the couch in just his white bikini briefs. "Hey, are you alone?" I asked.

"Yeah, mean," he grunted, looking over at me. "Kelly, or whatever her name was, just left. Damn bitch could even close the fuckin door, right?"

"The two of you kept me up all night", I said, moving into the room, as I scanned his long manly body, his sleepy sensual demeanor, and his overwhelmingly sexual aroma.

"Oh, yeah...I'll bet you were probably getting off on it, huh?" he said, sending me a sly, furtive glance, "I tore up that pussy good and hard last night. She wanted me to fuck her up the ass too; but when I'd get the head inside her hole, she kept squealing it was too fuckin' big."

"So, did you ever actually screw her ass?" I asked, with my dick getting as hard as a Louisville Slugger.

"Naww. She kept screaming 'it hurts..it hurts too much', so I began spanking her white ass real good for teasing me with that hot shit."

With each passing second, the air began to sizzle and crackle with a heavy, demanding sexuality. Things fell very quiet for a second or two.

Cricket. Cricket.

"Hey, Jon.." Troy began with a rather hoarse, hesitant voice, "All this ass talk is getting me all brick hard again, man. Ah..er..why don't you go close that front door and lock it?"

I was nervous, confused -- even kinda scared -- and knew if I stayed it was the point of no return. With dripping armpits and slightly shaking hands, I went and bolted the door.

Troy had quickly gotten up and was behind. Turning around, I came face to face with all that black masculine perfection. The look in his eyes, the hypnotic scant of his body and satiny feel of his skin against me, sent me a feeling that I would imagine was close to fainting. He backed me into the corner, while hissing though those full sensuous lips, "Why don't you check out the action down there?"

He placed his huge hands on his hips, displaying a huge twitching bulge in his briefs that almost stretched the fabric to its limits. Nervously, and seemingly instinctual, I got on my knees and peeled off his briefs. Diaam! My nostrils were happily blasted with that strong, mesmerizing pubic musk that only black men possess.

His huge cock sprang loose, slapping me in the chin. It leaped and shuddered in excited tremors -- eagerly thirsting to experience what my long wet probing tongue could provide. The large bulbous crown of that powerful phallus pulsed and expanded, delivering a seeming river of pre-com for my starving pleasure. With my head and heart as light as air, I began licking and sucking that fertile, inviting glans with the blind greed of an infant at its mother's nipple. For several minutes I partook of a meal long hungered for, until my appetite was beckoned towards the scent of those two huge balls and beyond. Down, down and on down my tongue, nose and mouth travel to those succulent balls. Ravenously, I took as much as I could of those two fat hairy nuts into my mouth. Holy shit! there wasn't a happier White mutha fucka in the world than me at that moment.

Troy was slamming into me. He was groaning moaning, gyrating the trunk of that masculine frame, rubbing his hands all over my head, through my hair, and fingering my ears.

"Yeah, suck it! SUCK IT, white boy! That's it! That's it! ...Take more of it. Take all of it, bitch!

Bravely, I fought the gag reflex when I felt that bulbous head push its way down into my welcoming throat. His wet, kinky, pubic hairs rubbed and scraped my nose and lips, as I drank in the odor of that hairy patch and of his sweat soaked asshole. Man, this was what I had wanted for such a long, long time, and it sure as hell tasted mighty damn good!

After he fucked my mouth and throat for several minutes, he asked if I had ever taken a cock up the ass. The thought of that humongous cock plowing up my virginal hole was very tempting idea, as well as a very scary one.

"Nope, I've never been fucked before," I said easing that tasty dick from between my lips, "but with this big horse cock you've got here, I'm sure it would hurt way too much" I protested.

"Yeah, man, it'll hurt But it'll hurt real good!" said Troy, laughing, "Come on, you know you want me to pump your tight, white ass don't ya? Dontcha, Jon? Pump it real good, huh?! After I break that ass of yours in, you'll be beggin' me twenty-four-seven for my big black magik dick!"

With that, he pulled me up to stand in front of him, removing my clothes. Even thought I wanted to protest somewhat, resistance was futile. I was completely overmastered by his beauty and charm. Soon, with my running clothes sprawled across the floor, I was clad only in my jock strap.

"Nice ass, boy! Damn nice ass, boy!" he mewled, "Your cherry ass belongs to me now; you understand? You hear me, boy?" he continued with a slight scow shadowing his handsome features.

I nodded without even realizing I was doing so, and he instructed me to lie on my back with my legs in the air. A part of me felt like a complete fool. But the sheer excitement of being mastered by a handsome virile back dude soon diminished all foolish notions of pride. With lube snatched from out of nowhere, he rubbed copious amounts into my asshole - first with one finger, then two. What was fearful at first immediately became something exhilarating. As the two huge digits inserted deeper with each next push, I grew crazed by feelings and sensations I never thought possible in this life. I groaned, moaned, gyrated and grew close to tears of joys when I began to imagine how great it was going to feel when that beautiful cock replaced the two fingers. Through my delirium, I heard someone begging Troy to do it now! Do it now! And to my surprise, it was me begging for hot, thick, black man cock.

"Beggin' your black daddy for it already, huh?" said Troy smiling as he positioned his fat leaky dickhead against my twitching, spasming anus. After gently mixing a huge amount of his precum in the lube on my asshole for a few second, he pushed. Pushed hard and deep.

I winched against the sharp pain. It spread throughout my body like wildfire, traveling to places I didn't know I had. Several more inches went in before I just simply let go and screamed out like a girl.

Troy looked angry. "Look, white boy..", he began through clenched teeth, "You know you've wanted me to plug your hot, white ass for a long time. So don't fight this, or I'll really tear-up your tight little butt hole!"

Slowly inching down out my ass, he ripped off my jock strap and shoved it into my mouth. Then shouted down at me "Assume the position, boy!"

I obeyed and threw my legs up in the air again. Leveraging himself over me again, he got ready for a second assault. And in spire of the pain that was the most awesome experience ever had in my life. I felt that fat head squeeze into my sphincter. I could see it in my mind's eye. I wanted that black cock as part of me. I wanted to own it. I wanted it to own me. Sensing that I was ready, he thrust in. Oh yeah Oh yeah. He waited at that point, looking at me for my reaction. He then savagely plunged all ten inches or so deep up inside my rapturous boy-pussy.

My ass was on fire, it burned like the bowels of a volcano. But it felt good at the same time, getting stretched out like that. Troy felt my enthusiasm and was emboldened by it. He began to glow as he grunted, "Yeah, boy, give it up! Give up that sweet White ass to your horny black daddy!" With that he began to really ride me like the savage, unquenchable black satyr that he is, twisting first this way and then the other, occasionally slapping my ass. He fucked me from the side, he had me on top for a time, it was like I was in the eye of a hurricane, being slammed, tossed, buffeted and spun, by Hurricane Troy. And yet for the first time in my life I felt totally safe, loved and completely necessary. And amidst all that fucking, troy came inside me at least three times.

After surrendering my virginal ass to Troy that morning, I found myself in an awkward situation during the next few weeks. Because as I said, I am bisexual, and I still dated girls. And now that he had busted my cherry, he felt he had something over me [which he did] and would just drop by whenever he felt the needed to get a piece of my white boy ass. Sometimes he'd just come meandering in when I had company and make it quite obvious that I was his submissive white boy - with all his domineering bravura, even slapping my ass, in front of other people. During those ensuing weeks, when he wasn't with his girlfriends, we were getting it on pretty hot and heavy which meant that my asshole sustained plenty of abuse there for a while. And my mother's remark about 'being cursed with something you've wished for' finally made perfect sense.

Just when I was about to tell him I'd had enough, one Sunday evening he came charging in, gushing about an awesome job his aunt had secured for him on Madison Avenue back in New York City. He would be leaving in three days, and his brother was coming in from San Diego to pack up all the stuff he wouldn't be able to pull together in such a short time and to send on to him.

"Saved by Madison Ave." I thought to myself, and yet a part of me would miss him. It was just the control issues that were getting on my last nerve.

He was so busy getting himself together for the move on Monday and Tuesday, that I had some time to myself. But there he was, bright and early, on Wednesday morning, all glowing, hard and horny, wearing a very devilish grin. He was all fired up with wanting to act a sexual fantasy he'd always had. Before I had the chance to figure out what was going on, his pants were swiftly shucked down and he had me worshiping his beautiful black cock as usual by my deep-throating his tool, licking his kinky-haired balls and his sweaty pungent asshole as well. Then out of the bag he was carrying he pulled a cowboy hat and slammed it on his head, saying he was going to ride my ass like I was a pony that he had to break in; and man did he ever.

The times he'd fucked me it was always missionary style, that is to say he always wanted to see my face while he was titillating and tantalizing my prostate. This time he wanted me on all fours and he was going to "take me" from behind.

He fucked me furiously and mercilessly, torturing my ass with his thick, hard, powerful tool, fucking me from side to side, stretching my hole til I thought it couldn't take it anymore. He gripped the straps of my jockstrap as he rode me, slapping both asscheeks with a riding crop til they glowed hot red. He had placed a mirror by the bed so I could see my whole body worshiping his warrior's manhood, and being put through the paces of being his white boy sex slave. I sure wish I had a videotape of him tormenting my poor, sensitive asshole. He told me he liked fucking my tight, pink asshole a hell of a lot better than all the white females he used to drag home with him. And, to be honest, I believed him from the great quantity of spooge he shot way up inside my bowels twice that Wednesday morning. After punishing my ass quite thoroughly, he allowed me to touch myself. And after a few pumps up my rigid boner, I shot a load clear across the room - inspired by that huge black gyrating cock being up inside my tight wet welcoming ass.

He sure gave me something to remember him by that night. Now each time I see a hot black stud with a cocky attitude going by, I think about what it would be like servicing him they way I did Troy.

I now know what it means when they say "once you go black, you won't go back". The black guys I've been with have been mostly straight, but they sure got off on dominating a hot white dude and turning me into their bitch for a night.

From what I've heard from other white guys, a lot of them have the same fantasy; but only I have been honest enough to give in to what I really want - which is a hot black stud fucking the cum pit my hot pink ass. Hey, mostly definitely for me... Opposites really do attract.