Yes!

Brian looked Dr. Smith up and down. Taking in the image of his muscular black professor covered only by a towel. The early morning sun seemed to glisten off his wet, clean body.

“Dr. Smith… I… I was just…” Brian stammered.

“What’s that on your mouth?” Dr. Smith scrunched up his face and looked intently at Brian.

Brian moved a hand to feel something wet on his mouth. Looking down he could see it was some of Kondo’s cum. “Oh this!” Brian’s voice rose in tone sharply, cracking a little bit. “It’s just… It’s just… It’s just…” Brian’s brain was stuck on a loop. He was still processing what just happened in Kondo’s hut.

“Why don’t you come back to my hut, and we can talk for a second?” Dr. Smith offered.

Brian just nodded, still looking at Kondo’s cum on his hand.

The two walked in silence to Dr. Smith’s hut. On the way Brian not so subtly stole several glances at Dr. Smith’s exposed upper body. They arrived at the hut and went inside. Dr. Smith put his toothbrush away and sat on the bed. He patted the spot next to him, and Brian sat down.

Dr. Smith had made no effort to get dressed. He simply kept the towel around his waist and left his upper body exposed. Brian sat close to him, rubbing up against Dr. Smith’s powerful bicep.

The pair sat in silence for a long while. Brian fidgeted as he tried to calm down and organize his thoughts. Finally, it was Dr. Smith who broke the silence.

“Is that cum on your lips Brian?” he asked directly.

“Yes!” Brian blurted out, anxious and unable to control himself.

“Whose is it?”

“Kondo’s. It’s Kondo’s cum.”

“Really? When did you and Kondo-“

Dr. Smith didn’t get a chance to finish. Brian just started babbling. He blurted out, “I did sleep well and I was running and I run around the village and it was dark and stopped at Kondo’s hut and heard him talking and I looked in his hut and he was jerking-off and he saw me and he invited me inside and I went inside and he wanted me to suck his dick and I sucked his dick and he came and I swallowed his cum and I ran away and…” all in a single breath.

Brian just trailed off, needing to stop and take in some air.

Dr. Smith was quiet, waiting to see if Brian had more to say. When Brian didn’t continue, Dr. Smith asked, “did you like it?”

“Yes! No! I’m not gay… but I did cum.”

Brian leaned forward. He put his head in his hands about to cry.

“Brian, it’s fine. We're in Africa to learn. Maybe you're learning about yourself.”

That set Brian off. “Learning what? That I’m gay?”

Dr. Smith arched an eyebrow, “is there something wrong with being gay?”

Brian was taken aback, “no. Being gay is fine. I’m just… I don’t know. I’m not gay.”

“Did you cum?”

Again, Brian too anxious to control his answers. “Yes” he replied without thinking.

Dr. Smith placed a comforting hand on Brian’s shoulder. “It’s fine. It’s natural. You were curious. From the moment we got here I’m sure seeing all these men’s cocks made you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah. It did. Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable too Dr. Smith?” Brian looked up at his professor.

Dr. Smith laughed. “Of course not. My ancestors are from Africa. Look.”

With that Dr. Smith threw away the towel around his waist to expose a massive black anaconda of a dick. It was about the same size as Kondo’s, and just as veiny, long, thick, and dark. Normally Brian would have been taken aback by his professor exposing his big black cock like this but having just sucked a big black cock for the first time Brian was unmoved by the display.

“It’s like I told you all last night after Kyle refused to take part in the ceremony. Basically, all black men have cocks like this. You white boys are just born smaller.”

Brian looked down at his own crotch, currently covered up by his running shorts.

“I personally think you should embrace it,” Dr. Smith encouraged rubbing his hand across Brian’s back. “Maybe you can start dressing like the locals? You know, with a loin cloth. You need to accept your small penis. It’ll only haunt you if you don’t.”

“I don’t know Dr. Smith.”

“You said you didn’t sleep well last night, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what if that’s your brain. Now that we’re in Africa surrounded by real men, your subconscious is fighting for you to realize your penis isn’t all that big.”

“I think I just want to go back to Idaho,” Brian mumbled.

“Really? We haven’t even been here 24 hours and you’ve already given an African man a blowjob. Aren't you excited? There is so much to learn!”

“I don’t feel well,” Brian wined, grabbing his stomach.

“Here, how about this. To illustrate my point, why don’t you take those shorts off. Just push them down to your ankles.”

Brian hesitated...