Brian wakes up first

Brian didn’t sleep well. He had tossed and turned in the night, his dreams filled with black dicks. He eventually woke up, eyes gently fluttering open. He was met with a view of the ceiling of the mud hut. He gingerly propped himself up on the bed, looking to see if the other were awake. They weren’t.

Brian decided to go jogging. At home in Idaho that usually helped him think, and after the dance last night he needed to clear his head. As quietly as possible he changed into a pair of small running shorts and an athletic shirt, before heading out of the hut.

He looked around the village, not seeing anyone else. The sun still hadn’t risen yet. Just a hint of purple light could be seen painting the sky. Brian looked right and then left. He decided to go left and started off running.

The cool African morning air felt nice and relaxed him. This didn’t last long though. His thoughts eventually returned to what Dr. Smith had said about all African men being hung. Brian tried running faster to distract himself. It didn’t work. Thoughts and images of African dick kept creeping into his mind. He didn’t think it could be true. Not EVERY African man could be that well endowed.

Brian just ran faster and faster, trying to outrun his own thoughts. It was useless. He eventually stopped running after having made several circles around the outside of the village. His mind again returned to thinking about African men and what was between their legs as he leaned against one of the mud huts to catch his breath. In between his panting he cursed Dr. Smith, “damn it! Why’d he have to go and say that last night?” He shook his head in an attempt to banish his thoughts.

That’s when Brian heard a sound. Someone was whispering inside the hut next to him. Taking a deep breath to gain control of his panting, he put his ear up to the outside wall of the hut. Someone was definitely whispering but Brian couldn’t understand any of it.

He decided to tip toe around to the entrance of the hut and see what was going on. The door of the hut was a simple piece of tattered old fabric, just like the hut Brian and the boys were staying in. Peeking around the corner Brian saw Kondo, the man who had shown the boys around earlier, stroking his giant black cock.

It was dawn and the sunlight still wasn’t very bright, and it was even darker in Kondo’s hut. That being said, Brian could still make out exactly what Kondo was doing. He was using one hand to hold the base of his cock and his other hand was moving up and down. Brian only ever needed one hand to masturbate.

Kondo’s hard cock has impressive. It was long, and thick, and just as black as the rest of his body. In the dim light Brian could make out veins and other features of Kondo’s dick. Brian was so mesmerized by the display of manly power that he didn’t even notice his own, smaller, penis getting hard. He absent-mindedly adjusted himself to accommodate his erection, only to step on a twig.

The snapping sound startled Kondo, who looked at the door to his hut. Brian was still too taken in by the scene of this African villager stroking his horse cock to notice right away. Kondo said something in a deep voice and Brian didn’t understand.

That’s when he snapped out of it and realized what he’d been doing. Kondo said something again, and Brian just said “ugh.” He felt his face getting red and his knees getting weak. He wanted to run away, to escape the embarrassment of the moment, but Kondo motioned for him to come closer.

Brian’s knees shook a little and he kept uttering “ugh” like an idiot. His brain went into autopilot and maneuvered his body into Kondo’s hut. Kondo sat up in his bed, his thin and toned body illuminated by soft light from the doorway.

Brian got closer and Kondo reached out, yanking Brian’s shorts down in one aggressive motion. With his shorts around his knees, Brian’s erection was equally as visible as Kondo’s. The difference in sizes was also clearly visible. Kondo’s cock was more than twice the size of Brian’s. The African man gestured to his cock the held his hands up as if indicating his size. Next, he gestured to Brian’s smaller penis and used two fingers to indicate the size of the white college student.

Brian was overcome with shame. He looked away, placed his hands to cover his erection, and hunched over. Kondo then roughly pulled on his arm, causing Brian to fall to his knees. This brought Brian face to face with Kondo’s cock. The African cock before him seemed even bigger now. A single drop of precum emerged from Kondo’s black cock and glistened in the light of dawn.

Kondo again gestured toward his cock and said something Brian didn’t understand. Brian did nothing and just kept looking at the mammoth black cock, almost appreciating it like one appreciates art. Kondo yet again gestured toward his cock and said something Brian didn’t understand, this time in a frustrated tone. Again, Brian did nothing.

Now Kondo was visibly frustrated, but Brian didn’t know what he wanted. That’s when Kondo reached out and grabbed a chunk of Brian’s short brown hair. He roughly pulled Brian’s face towards his cock, and Brian understood what he wanted.

Brian tried to resist at first. He kept his mouth closed and Kondo ended up smearing his precum around Brian’s soft pink lips. Kondo angrily said something and again pushed his cock head against Brian’s lips. Afraid of what the African man might do, Brian obliged and opened his mouth.

The taste of Kondo’s cock was unexpected, delicious in fact. Brian managed to get Kondo’s cock head in his mouth. He began exploring the big African cock with his tongue. There was the taste of sweat, a bit salty, while Kondo’s precum was sweet. Brian dug his tongue in Kondo’s piss lit looking for more sweet tasting precum.

Kondo moaned in pleasure and began to pull on Brian’s hair. He **** more and more of his cock into Brian’s mouth. The white youth didn’t resist this insertion. Brian just let it happen as his tongue roamed around Kondo’s manhood, looking for more of sweet, sweet precum.

Eventually though Kondo’s cock came to the back of Brian’s throat. Brian gagged sharply and placed his hands on Kondo’s knees. The white boy tried to push away, his body clearly telling him to get away from the monster cock attacking his throat. Kondo ignored this and grabbed another handful of hair with his other hand.

This time using the **** of two hands, Kondo dragged Brian closer to him and **** his cock deeper into Brian’s body. Brian gagged again and pushed away with all his strength, but it was no use. He wasn’t as strong as Kondo, so the African man’s cock just kept forcing it’s way down Brian’s throat.

Tears welled up in Brian’s eyes and he desperately tried to accommodate himself to the blowjob. He could feel his throat expanding to deal with the **** from this foreign ****. Extra saliva began to well up in Brian’s mouth as he gagged rather violently again.

Brian placed his hands on Kondo’s abs, again trying to push away but it was no use. He heard Kondo making a “shhh” sound and saying things in Swahili. Brian was hit by another gag as his body tried to protect itself from the black invader. Knowing he needed to get control before vomiting, Brian focused hard on his throat, on relaxing it.

It seemed to work, and before long Brian’s nose was being tickled by Kondo’s short wiry pubes. His throat was in a lot of pain, and he couldn’t breathe. Brian thought he was going to **** to **** on Kondo’s cock, but just when his vision began to get a bit cloudy Kondo released some of the pressure on Brian’s head. Dragging his lips along the veiny shaft, Brian moved his head back. Eventually he was able to get a few breaths in through his nose.

Kondo didn’t let Brian take his cock out of his mouth though, and the **** continued. To his horror Brian found his facing moving back towards Kondo’s pubes. Again, Brian tried to resist but it was pointless. This time Brian found himself gagging less, and after relaxing a bit more the sensation of black cock in his mouth was rather pleasant.

Kondo went on throat fucking the pale college boy. Forcing his cock down Brian’s throat, then allowing Brian to pull back. Eventually Brian realized his own penis was twitching each time he gagged on Kondo’s cock. It actually felt good to be throat fucked by this African villager. With that Brian removed his hands from Kondo’s abs and began stroking his own penis.

Kondo began to throatfuck Brian faster and faster, forcing his cock down Brian’s throat at greater speed. Each gag was a pop of pleasure for Brian, and he furiously stroked his white penis as a big African cock moved in and out of his mouth.

Reaching the end, Kondo **** his cock all the way down Brian’s throat. There was some twitching and Brian realized Kondo was cumming. That pushed Brian over the edge, and he began to cum himself. A huge wad of white sperm dribbled out of Brian’s penis and onto the dirt floor of the hut, while Kondo deposited a huge load of cum in Brian’s stomach.

Breathing heavily, Kondo finally released Brian from his grip and slumped back on his bed. Brian gingerly pulled Kondo’s softening monster cock from his mouth, coughing as he did so. Taking a few deep breathes, Brian tried to regain his composure. He looked at the ground where his sperm lay in a puddle, then placed a hand on his stomach feeling for Kondo’s sperm.

Suddenly hit by the realization of what just happened, Brian shot to his feet and pulled up his running shorts. He didn’t bother looking for Kondo’s reaction. He just shot out of the hut at full speed. He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he wanted to get away from Kondo.

Not paying attention, he smacked in Dr. Smith.

Brian looked up at his tall, African American professor. The imposing black man was naked and wet, sporting a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his hand. The early morning sun glistened in his eyes as he locked gazes with Brian. “What’s wrong Brian?” Dr. Smith asked, obviously concerned.

Brian took a step back. He didn’t really want to be confronted with a muscular black body at the moment.