Mr. Johnson helps me deep throat

I was stunned for a moment. Did my math teacher really just pulled down his pants and whipped out his large, hung, fat, chocolate, beautiful… I lost my train of thought as I kept staring at Mr. Johnson’s exposed cock.

It was darker than Mr. Smith’s cock. Dark like coal. His cock seemed to be a bit shorter and fatter than Mr. Smith cock, too.

“I think you should touch it. Get me hard, then you can compare it to Jamal’s cock.”

“Good idea!” And I hopped up from my chair and got on my knees in front of Mr. Johnson. I laid my hands on his thick, hairy, charcoal thighs. My skin looked almost pink rather than white against his awesome ebony body.

“Wait a moment boy. Is your little boy penis hard?”

I looked down. My penis seemed like a small worm after gazing upon Mr. Johnson’s black stallion. “Yes sir. I’m hard. Why?”

“I find it interesting. You aren’t going to touch that little thing, are you?” He asked with distain. “I mean, there is a perfectly good black cock right here,” and he gestured to his rapidly hardening cock.

“I, ummm, I don’t know sir.”

“Well, if you’d rather play with that small thing,” and Mr. Johnson moved to put his cock away.

“No!” I said loudly. A look flashed across Mr. Johnson’s face. “I mean, no sir. I don’t want to touch my little boy penis. I want to touch your big black cock.”

“Good boy,” with that Mr. Johnson took my small pale hand and placed it at the base of his cock. “Start stroking. When I am fully hard, I will tell you what to do next.”

So, I started stroking Mr. Johnson’s thick cock as he studied me. His cock was definitely thicker than Mr. Smith’s, but not as long. Mr. Johnson’s cock head was more purple, and his shaft was a darker shade of black. He also had fewer veins on his cock.

In no time Mr. Johnson was fully hard. “Now kiss my cock,” he ordered.

Without hesitation I pursed my prink lips and went in for a kiss. I planted a kiss on Mr. Johnson’s cock head with a wet smacking sound. As a pulled away I licked my lips.

“Cup my balls and put the whole cock head in your mouth.”

Again, I didn’t hesitate. One hand moved to cup his heavy balls, and the other moved to the base of his cock to steady it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and started to take his cock. The taste and smell of Mr. Johnson’s cock weren’t as powerful as Mr. Smith’s cock, but I was still hit with a wave of pleasure.

Yet again, my mind was awash in a haze of black cock. The same haze that clouded my mind when I watched interracial porn was again hitting me. My vision went a bit fuzzy, and my mouth started to move on its own.

I made small sucking motions, trying to milk the delicious precum from Mr. Johnson’s cock. The more I sucked, the more I was rewarded with precum. My tongue moved to lap up every drop, going up and down Mr. Johnson’s piss slit.

“Now flatten your tongue on the bottom of your mouth so you can start taking in my shaft.”

I did as instructed and flatted my tongue. I closed my eyes, took a breathe, and moved down his shaft. More and more of his cock filled my mouth until I felt a tickle at the back of my throat and stopped.

“Relax. Just stay here. When you’re comfortable take a bit more.”

Mr. Johnson rusted a hand on the side of my head and lightly stroked my hair. It felt nice and helped my calm down. Surprisingly, I felt my throat open a bit so I **** more of his cock down my throat. I got the tickle again and stopped.

“Excellent. Keep going. If you feel uncomfortable, stop and relax.”

I felt a soft pressure on the back of my head, and I kept going. More and more of his cock went down my throat, and my nose got closer and closer to his pubes.

I got to another point where I felt uncomfortable and tried to stop, but the **** at the back of my head pushed my head down more. I couldn’t stop. I tried to pull back, but Mr. Johnson just soothed my again “Excellent. Good boy. Keep going. Remember those white girls on Blacked.com? They can take a whole black cock, and I know you can too.”

The haze in my mind was getting strong and stronger as I my throat was penetrated deeper and deeper. My little penis twitched with pleasure as my throat strained to accommodate the massive cock.

Visions of white women screaming for black men to fuck their pussies swirled in my mind. I was fully in a haze of black cocks, and loving it. The smell and taste of Mr. Johnson was intoxicating. Then I felt his pubes tickle my nose. I don’t know how long it had taken to get there, but his whole cock was crammed down my throat.

“Good girl. Now back and forth.”

He let my head move back along his cock. I could see it was slick with saliva. “Beautiful,” Mr. Johnson cooed. But he didn’t let me take his cock all the way out of my mouth. “Take another breathe. Use your nose.” And with that he **** my head back down along his cock.

I continued taking his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. Eventually, Mr. Johnson grabbed two fistfuls of my blonde hair and yanked my head down to the base of his cock. I gagged and tried to push away, but he was much stronger than me. “Relax. Relax,” was all he said. I felt his cock twitch and a something spurted down my throat. “Ughhh yeah. Good girl.”

By now my own little penis was twitching wildly. A big black cock was still firmly in throat, but I was loving every second of it. I reached down and violently began jerking off. I could sense Mr. Johnson look down at me, but he didn’t try to stop me from jerking off. With my throat still completely full of cock, a rush of cum gushed from my little prick. I felt amazing, spell bound by the monster lodged in my throat. My whole body quaked with pleasure, and Mr. Johnson stroked my hair again.

I was tired and rested my head on Mr. Johnson’s dark black thigh. His leg hair tickled my ear, while his cock slowly softened in my mouth. Little by little the hard monster got softer and softer until it naturally flopped out of my mouth.