... about big black cocks

I was surprised to see Mr. Johnson, and it must have showed on my face.

“I did tell you I may be coming over today, didn’t I?” He said casually. His round glasses made his brown eyes appear sharp and focused, and all his focus was on me.

“You… uhhh… you did say that at school, but I didn’t expect-“

“I hope I didn’t startle you!” He smiled. His white teeth popped against his coal black skin. His face and body where rounder than Mr. Smith, but he still had a certain attractiveness about him.

I watched as he walked over to the deck chair I had set my backpack on. There were other chairs, but he casually picked up my things and dropped them on the ground. He sat and continued looking at me, daring me to say something.

I was about to say something when he cut me off again, “Jamal… I mean Mr. Smith, isn’t here obviously, but he’ll be back soon. He feels bad he won’t be able to tutor you today, so he asked me to come by.”

“Oh,” I said. “I guess I won’t see him today then.”

“Were you looking forward to seeing him?” Mr. Johnson asked knowingly.

“I w-“ Mr. Johnson cut me off for a third time.

“I’m sorry boy, I’m having a hard time hearing you. Can you come out of the pool?”

With his words Mr. Johnson had asked a question, but his tone was commanding and firm.

“Well, I…” I trailed off. I was naked in the water, and Mr. Johnson clearly knew that.

“Jamal… I mean Mr. Smith has told me all about how he has been helping you with your self-confidence. He also told me about your concerns surrounding your small penis, about how you’ve been exposing yourself in front of him.”

Wow! Mr. Smith really has told him everything. I was a bit hurt, and my hands instinctively reached for my little prick under the water.

“I want to help you too. Come out of the water boy. I’m a teacher after all. You can talk to me today.” Again, his words were comforting, but his tone was commanding.

“Yes sir,” I mumbled.

“What?” You said pointedly.

“Yes sir,” I said loudly and clearly.

I slowly moved to the side of the pool and took a deep breathe. I closed my eyes and pretended Mr. Johnson was Mr. Smith. I got out of the pool in one jumping motion. I awkwardly shuffled over to where Mr. Johnson was sitting, holding my hands to cover my junk. I went to grab my backpack, but noticed my towel was still on the chair where Mr. Johnson had sat down. He would need to move if I was going to dry off and cover myself.

He noticed me looking at the towel and followed my gaze. He snickered and said, “it’s fine. Just sit down.” I did as I was told and sat naked and wet in the chair next to Mr. Johnson. I folded my hands over my penis to hide it.

“So, Jamal… I mean Mr. Smith… Actually, I’ll call him Jamal. You call him Mr. Smith.”

“Yes sir,” I said. Confused about what Mr. Johnson wanted to talk about.

“So, Jamal has told me you’re interested in black cock. Is that right?”

“Yes sir. Mr. Smith recommended Blacked.com to me one day, and I really like their videos. I watch them every day.”

“I see, and I understand you have some first-hand experience with black cock as well.”

“Yes sir. Mr. Smith encouraged me to look at the cocks and penises of all the boys on my swim team. The white boys all had small penises like me, and the black boys had large cocks. I was surprised.”

“Oh,” Mr. Johnson turned to look at me. “Why were you surprised?”

I started to get more into the conversation, and without knowing it I moved my hands onto the arms of the chair as I looked at Mr. Johnson. This of course exposed my hairless crotch.

“Well, of course I knew different guys had different sized dicks. But Mr. Smith explained white guys have penises and black guys have cocks. I was curious so looked at all the boys on my swim team. Mr. Smith was right of course. Then I looked online.” I was starting to get a bit excited. Up to now I could only talk to Mr. Smith about this. I had been so curious about black cocks, and now I had another black man I could talk to.

“Oh?” Was all Mr. Johnson said, peering at me over his glasses.

My body turned more to face him. “Yeah! I googled it and apparently, it’s true. I found a website with Mr. Smith’s research on sex and sexual health. It’s like Europe wasn’t a very hospitable place for humans, so white guys got weaker and whatever. But Africa is like a good place for humans, so black guys are strong.”

“You know,” Mr. Johnson looked around conspiratorially like other people could be listening. “I am a big fan of Jamal’s research, and it sounds like you are too.”

“Yeah!” I chortled like an idiot, not fully grasping what I was saying.

“Look at you and me for example,” Mr. Johnson offered.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you obviously have a little boy penis, while I have a big black cock.”

“As big as Mr. Smith’s cock?” I blurted out.

Mr. Johnson laughed, “so you’ve seen Jamal’s cock?”

“Oh yeah!” By now I was lost in the conversation. “I was so curious. I had to see his cock, then he let me touch it. I even got to taste his cock,” I finished proudly.

“Well maybe you can tell me who has the bigger cock. Me or Jamal?” And with that Mr. Johnson unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down to expose his black cock.