I finally see Mr. Smith's cock

Monday morning came and I was wide awake before my alarm even went off. I quickly got dressed, ate breakfast, and grabbed my school stuff. I was so eager to get out of the house that I forgot my speedo, but I wouldn’t realize that until later.

I sat through each of my classes just praying for time to move faster. I wanted school to end so I could make it to Mr. Smith’s house sooner. Finally the ending bell rang and I was able to dash out of school toward Mr. Smith’s backyard.

Just as I hoped, he was waiting for me. He was sat on a deck chair reading a novel. His tight white t-shirt hugging every muscle. I didn’t bother hiding my enthusiasm this time. I waved and beamed like an idiot as I walked into his backyard. “Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith!” I excitedly proclaimed. “I did what you said and took a good look at the other boys on my swim team. All the black boys had cocks and the white boys had penises.”

“I knew that would be the case. I wanted you to find out for yourself.”

“One of the black boys caught me looking at his cock, but I think it will be ok” I explained as I put my backpack down and looked for my speedo.

“What did he do when he noticed you looking?” Mr. Smith asked.

“I, ummmm, I ran out, ummmm.” I stopped talking mid-sentence as I looked hopelessly for my speedo. “Damn it!” I hissed.

“What is it?” Mr. Smith asked.

“I forgot my speedo. I need to go home and get it” I explained.

“Why?”

“Well I need it to swim,” I paused. Looking at Mr. Smith I asked “Don’t I?”

Deep in my heart I was hoping he would say No Adam. It’s fine. You can swim naked.

And my hopes came true. Mr. Smith calmly and authoritatively said “no.”

I looked at him for a second, checking to make sure I understood the implications of this simple word. His flat expression told me all I needed to know. I basically ripped off my clothes, and folded them into my bag. Just like that, my smooth pale body was on full display, along with my small penis. Before I was embarrassed to stand like this in front of Mr. Smith, but something had changed in me. I was confident being naked in front of this completely clothed black man. Maybe I was too confident though, because as I moved to sit in the chair next to Mr. Smith he ordered “stand!” I froze mid-stride and awkwardly stood in front of him, not even trying to hide my little penis.

“You were saying about the boy who caught you staring” Mr. Smith said with a gesture to continue talking.

“Oh, well I left the lock room really quickly. I didn’t have time to see or heard his reaction.”

“Ok, so what about your findings. You said all the black cocks were larger than the white penises?”

“Yes. Totally. I was surprised. I used to think my penis was small, but all the other white boys were about the same size as me.”

“Maybe you all have small penises?”

“Yeah, I think so now.”

“You think what?”

“I think all white guys have small penises.”

“Why is that?” Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow.

“I actually found your research online. I didn’t know you were a professor. That’s pretty cool” I said genuinely awestruck my Mr. Smith.

“Thank you boy. So our deal was for you to look at the other boys on your swim team and report back. Now it’s time for my part of the deal.” Mr. Smith stood up, his body dwarfing mine. His toned arms reached down for the zipper of this shorts. He grabbed the zipper but stopped. “This doesn’t feel right,” he mused, staring into my eyes. “I think you should kneel.”

“Oh, ok” and I complied without question.

“This still doesn’t feel right.”

“What do I need to do?” I asked in a shaky tone.

A mischievous look crossed Mr. Smith’s face. “Have you been watching Blacked.com like I told you to?”

“Of course! Every morning and every night. I don’t want to miss any new videos.”

“Have you been thinking about black cock?”

“All the time” I blurted out without thinking.

“Good boy” he said. “Do you think about the white women in the videos?”

“Not at all.”

“Amazing. So it’s been working.” Mr. Smith sounded excited.

“What?” I was confused.

“Nothing a white boy needs to think about. Now ask to see my cock.”

“Can I see your cock?”

“Not even a please?” Mr. Smith let go of the zipper to this shorts.

“No! I mean, please Mr. Smith. Please can I see your cock?”

“Better.” He put his hands back on the zipper of his shorts.

“Please sir. Can I please see your big black cock? I am so curious. All those women online seem to love black cock. I have to see your big black cock for myself!” _Where did that come from? _I asked myself.

There was no time for me to dwell on my sudden outburst. Mr. Smith finally unzipped his pants and a big black beautiful cock fell out. I gasped and Mr. Smith shook his head “every time.”

His cock had a perfect mushroom head, and thick shaft. Even though he was soft, veins bulged out tracing an intricate pattern I tried to follow with my eyes. His cock almost seemed to shine a deep rich mocha brown. It was far nicer than my pallid, frail penis. It must have been 9 inches soft, and all I could think about was touching it. My mouth watered and I was surprised to feel my own penis spring to life.

“Your body recognizes a superior male” Mr. Smith said with authority. “A lowly grunt saluting a general if you will.”

I barely heard Mr. Smith talking. I was too entranced by the sheer grandeur of his cock.

“Can I …” I started to ask but trailed off.

“Touch my cock?” Mr. Smith finished my sentence.

I simply nodded.

“Maybe. Let’s make another deal. I see you are fully hard. I want you to masturbate to completion right now. Cum in the next 30 seconds and I’ll let you touch my cock.” Mr. Smith looked at his watch already knowing I would say yes.

I didn’t say anything. I just grabbed my little penis, accepting Mr. Smith’s challenge.

“Oh, and you can only think of black cocks while masturbating, understood?”

I nodded again.

“Use your words faggot.”

I didn’t even notice Mr. Smith’s harsh language. “Yes sir” I said robotically.

“Ready… go!” Mr. Smith said.

I began to furiously jerk my little prick. I usually cum fast, but never this fast. I conjured all the images of black cocks I could. A flood of black cock filled my mind. Literally all I could think about was a haze of black men, black bodies, black muscle, and most of all black cock.

But it was useless. I finally came with imagines of black men and their manhood swirling around my mind, but Mr. Smith put his cock away.

“Disappointing” he chastised me. “45 seconds.”

“What? No! Can I try again?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Be more specific.”

“I want to masturbate for you again. I want to cum in less than 30 seconds so I can touch your cock!”

“Perhaps tomorrow” he said in a sly tone. “For now, go swim your laps faggot.”

I felt defeated, and my voice dropped. “Yes sir.”

“Cheer up” he said. “You can still have another chance.”

With that, he turned and walked into his house. Before closing the sliding glass door all the way he ordered, “stop bringing your speedo when you come over to my house faggot. From now on you are to be naked at all times when in my backyard.”