Overheard

“Get out your phone.”

I pulled my cell phone out of my pants pocket.

“Now call her, and tell her what you’re doing and tell her that you’re breaking up with her and why you’re breaking up with her, and make it good.”

My hands were shaking as i dialed my girlfriends phone number. As her phone ringed I prayed she wouldn’t pick up.

“Hey stranger! What are you doing up so late?”

I couldn’t speak.

“Michael?”

His hand gently slapped my face. “Tell her.” I knew He could slap a lot harder.

“Karen, I’ve got to tell you something.”

“Michael, are you ok?”

“Tell her what you’re doing.” 

I was on the phone with my girlfriend about to destroy my life.

“Karen, I’m on the floor. I’m...” As I started to stutter he tilted my head up and gave me a look that forced the words out of me. 

“I’m kneeling on the floor between Malcolm’s legs.”

“Oh gawd! What’d you do, loose a bet?”

I had to hurry and get it out. “Ever since I overheard Lisa telling you about how big Malcolm’s dick was I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”

“But Michael, he’s your best friend.” Suddenly she became serious,

“I can’t be his friend any more. I can’t be his friend and I can’t be your boyfriend any more.”

“You’re breaking up with me? You’re fucking breaking up with me on the mother fucking phone?”

“I have to. I have to right now. I’m sorry Karen, but I’m a faggot. For the last half hour I’ve been kneeling between Malcolm’s legs begging to see his cock.”

“Jesus. Michael, you’re disgusting. This is so fucking gross. We’ve been dating for almost two years, Michael. You certainly didn’t fuck me like a faggot.” 

“Something just switched in my brain, Karen.” As I spilled out my soul I stared intently at Malcolm’s crotch. I could see it bulging, getting a “rise” out of my humiliation.

“I’ve been obsessing out it for weeks. He could tell. He could tell that there was something different about me. That’s because every chance I could I was in my room jerking off thinking about his Big Black Dick.”

“THAT’S where you’ve fucking been?!! Fuck!”

“He says that I’m not allowed to call him by his first name any more. He says that I have to call him Sir from now on. Sir’s been gracious enough to let me kneel between his legs and confess to Him what a submissive white sissy I am. He says that he doesn’t have any interest in a faggot sucking his dick, but that he’ll let me see it, and try to find a Black Master that would be willing to own me and train me to be a good sissy faggot slave.”

“Drop dead, faggot. I hope you die.” And with that last bridge to normalcy was burned. 

“Well, you did it.” As he talked he started to pull down his pants. “Man, I thought you were different.” He was teasing me. “But you’re not.” He was driving me crazy. “Just another fucked up white boy obsessed with Black Men’s dicks.” One the one hand he was driving me crazy with how slow he was going. “Fooling yourself into thinking you’re a man.” On the other I didn’t want this moment to end. “All the while worshipping Black Cock.” This was the most perfect moment of my life. “You’re lucky we found out what a total Black cock slut you were now.” I never wanted it to end. “Imagine how much it would suck if you didn’t learn the truth until you were an old fart.” Sir was right. I was lucky.

“Should I wait?” His jeans were down around his ankles, leaving a massive bulge covered by white briefs.

“I’m thinking I should make you wait.” There it was, so close to my face. I could clearly see the outline of large head and think shaft. I’ve never studied anything more closely. All i could hear in my head was the words, "please no, please no, please no," looping over and over again.

“You don’t want this to end so quickly, do you.” 

I did.

I didn’t.

“I shook my head no.”

“Tell you what. Tomorrow if you do a good job finding you some clothes that really show off what a faggot you are then maybe I’ll let you see it. And while you’re doing that, I’ll ask around for a gay Brother that might be interested in turning out a new white faggot.”

All i could do was stare at the most thing that I have ever seen and say, “thank You, Sir.”

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