School of Hard BBC

"The other day I did walk in on a black student having sex with a white coed. It was inside a bathroom, but right out in the open."

"Yeah? The bathroom in the 200 hallway?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, that one and the 500 are designated for black men fucking white women."

"There are bathrooms designated for different kinds of sex?!" I asked, astounded yet again.

"Yeah," he nodded, as our second round of drinks arrived. "The 800 women's bathroom is for lesbian submission, and the 900 is for white men either to suck, or to bottom, their share of black cock."

"This seems so unbelievable," I said.

"Yeah, well I had no idea when I was sent by a colleague to the 900 hallway bathroom last year, and walked in on two colleagues and the football coach, all bent over the counter, being fucked by three large, black linemen," he reported.

"No way! Coach Peters?" I gasped, a drill sergeant of a man who'd led our football team to four straight State finals, winning the most recent two.

"Yeah, he's regularly fucked by every black guy on the team."

"I can't even fathom."

"No, you don't understand yet, but soon you will," Mike predicted. "Because black cock is utterly irresistible. I tried to resist it at first; I really, really tried," he sighed.

"How long have you been, um...." I trailed off, because I wasn't sure how to complete my question without being crude.

"A cock sucking bottom for black students with huge cocks?" he finished for me bluntly, shaking his head self-disparagingly.

"I was trying to think of a way of wording it a little more politically correct," I explained.

"I got that; but you needn't bother, it is what it is. And besides, the guys whose black cocks I'm sucking or bottoming certainly don't mince their words, they're as humiliating as possible; which frankly, I get off on. But to answer your question, I've been hooked for almost a year now."

"Wow!"

"Yeah, I can't explain it, but if a black cock is offered to me, I don't even hesitate anymore. I just instantly do whatever needs doing to get that sucker into my mouth or my ass."

"You still haven't told me how it started," I said, for some reason really needing to know that... even though I had no idea why I felt so determined about it.

"You really do want to know, don't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I still can't wrap my head around any of it."

"Well like I mentioned, I walked in on two colleagues and the coach being ass fucked. The sound of these grown men whimpering like women, as well as the slapping sounds of the black men slamming into them, added to the nasty insults spewing from the blacks, had me frozen in place, just like you were earlier tonight."

"Yeah, I was so shocked I couldn't do anything but stand there and stare," I admitted.

"Yeah, I get it," he nodded. "Of course they soon noticed I was there, and then they began getting really verbal with their bent over fuckees. Their abuse seemed unbearably harsh, and yet hearing it somehow made me hard. Then they asked if I wanted some black dick too, and I hightailed it out of there like a scared rabbit!"

"You did better than I did, then." I joked.

"Yeah, you did seem pretty captivated,"

"I don't know about captivated," I said, although that might have been the perfect word. "But I was definitely stunned."

"By my getting railed, or by how big Jamal was?"

"Railed, that's a new one," I laughed.

"Yeah? It's a word Jamal uses lots."

"I see," I said, before answering his question, "I guess both sights were pretty shocking."

"I understand," Mike said. "I was shocked too when I first discovered the college's secret society."

"It's really a secret society?"

"Not all that secret," Mike laughed a little. "I mean pretty much every white guy ends up being a cock sucking bottom for black cock, and pretty much every white girl ends up being a pussy muncher, a strap-on taker, and once she's considered worthy enough, a BBC three-hole slut."

"I have a son and daughter attending here," I said, suddenly realizing they were both at risk!

"Freshmen?" he asked with a look of concern.

"This is my daughter's second year, and my son's third year here."

"Then I hate to say it," he said, pausing briefly, "but they're very likely already well-trained black cock or cunt submissives," Mike said, "and in your daughter's case, both," so matter-of-factly it was scary.

"I can't see them doing anything like that," I said, trying to think of anything that might indicate I was wrong. If what Mike said was at all true, then why had they encouraged him to move here and take this job, instead of running like hell to some other college? Nope, no way. Plus, Michelle had a boyfriend.

"Well, enjoy living in de-Nile," Mike quipped. "Keep an eye out for crocodiles."

"I just know my kids," I said, feeling pretty confident that neither of them were gay or submissive. Truth was, they were both pretty damn assertive, like their mother.

"I hope you're right," Mike said politely, obviously just saying words he didn't believe could possibly be true.

"I am," I concluded confidently.

"Well, I should get going," Mike said. "My wife is likely done with her snack, and she'll want me to go down on her as soon as I get home."

"So you're okay with your wife being with women, and even men, just as soon as she's permitted?"

"As okay as she is with my being a BBC cum bucket," Mike answered.

"Surreal."

"Yeah. Well, don't judge me too harshly until you've resisted your own temptation for at least a month."

"Oh, I will," I said, "but you never did tell me how you succumbed."

"Shit, we'd better order one more round, then," Mike said, waving the waitress over.

"Yeah, I could use another drink."

"So anyway, consider this a cautionary tale," Mike said, "because everything you've been saying to me, I was saying to myself after I walked in on the Sodomy Three."

"Sodomy Three, funny," I laughed.

"Anyway, the very next day, Wally, the big bruiser who'd been fucking Coach, walked up to me in the hallway just outside my lecture hall, and said only, 'You're next'. And then before I could even respond, he disappeared back down the hallway, since he wasn't a student of mine. Actually I didn't even know his name was Wally at the time, I just knew he was a huge black man I'd seen committing legal mayhem on the football field, and who yesterday had ass fucked his own coach, and had now told me I was next."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing," he said. "I taught. Although I was definitely distracted during my lecture, and really had to concentrate to remain on topic."

"After my class, Frank, one of the two colleagues I'd walked in on getting railed, came in and said we needed to talk. I won't go into lengthy details, but he told me his own story, told me about the secret society, and told me that Wally planned to turn me next."

"'Turn' you?" I asked, not a term I recognized.

"Yeah, turn me from straight to gay," Mike explained succinctly.

"Ohhhhh," I said, nodding.

"Yeah," Mike said. "Anyway, he warned me that I was fresh meat, and all the black seniors were eyeing me as their next turn."

"Is Jamal a senior?" I asked, I have no idea why.

"Yep," Mike nodded. "And head of the black fraternity."

"Of course he is," I said.

"And he ensures the fraternity has designated cock suckers, bottoms, and piss boys on hand in the frat house at all times."

"You can't be serious?" I gulped; this college environment was just getting more and more outlandish, yet his face told me he was dead serious.

"Yeah, there are always six cock suckers, four bottoms, and a piss boy on duty."

"Piss boy?"

"Yeah, that's usually someone who resisted submitting for quite some time, so now he's serving his sentence as a live in piss drinker," he said. "Such 'hardened criminals', as they're considered, might serve day and night for as long as six months."

"No way!"

"Yeah, a couple years ago, Professor Kent served as the piss boy after attempting to out the secret society," Mike said. "Actually for two weeks at one point, his entire family: his wife, three sons, and even his mom and dad, were all 24/7 cum sluts for the frat."

"No way," I repeated.

"I wish I was lying," Mike said. "The truth is, and I hate to be the one telling you, but now that you've been targeted, your submission is inevitable; the frat is very powerful. But on the positive side, I'm not going to lie, there's literally nothing better than a BBC in your mouth or railing your ass."

"Shit," I said, overwhelmed by everything I was hearing. Both of my kids could have already submitted to black cock and pussy, and according to Mike, there was no way they hadn't. And I personally was being targeted by none other than the all-powerful President of the frat.

"Yeah dude, it's inevitable," Mike said, but added, "but based on the look in your eyes when you saw Jamal's cock, you're going to love it!"

"That was shock," I argued.

"Nope. It was lust," Mike said. "Trust me, I've seen it many times, including in my own mirror. Black cock just has a way of making any man into less of a man. Case in point: Coach Peters."

"Do you feel you're less of a man?" I asked, Mike seeming pretty manly now, although he'd appeared far less so while I was watching him getting... 'railed'... as he put it.

"Good question," he pondered. "I guess 'less of a man' is the wrong way to word it. Perhaps less of a hidebound man is more accurate. I'm less of a man's man. I've accepted my sexuality. I still fuck my wife, and I'm in charge when I do, except for the times when we agree it's her turn, and then she usually pegs me, which we never used to do. Nothing much has changed there, other than we're now having more intense sex, now that we both know what we know. And when a dick is in my mouth, or a cock in my ass, I allow my feminine side to take over. It's an experience I find quite liberating: I used to think I had to be manly at all costs, which meant I was constantly bottling up all my spontaneity."

"How many times do you... how should I put it... serve black cock?" I asked.

"That works. And almost daily."

"You suck dick or get fucked almost every day?"

"Yeah, sometimes a few times a day, or on rare occasions I'm not required to service any dick at all for a couple of days," Mike said. "But when that happens, I usually go to the 900 bathroom, where there's almost always a nice black dick available for me to suck or get fucked by."

"You don't appear gay at all," I said. "In any way, except while I saw you in action."

"I'm not gay," he clarified. "I'm not even really bi. I love my wife, I love women, and I feel no sexual attraction to men at all. I just love sucking black cock and only black cock, and getting railed by black cock and only black cock. As attractive as I'll bet many women find you, if you ever came on to me, you'd never even get to first base; not that I think you'd try."

He'd explained all of that with no shame, only acceptance.

"So, I know I keep interrupting you," I said, "but you still haven't told me how you ended up a bottom for BBC."

"Yeah," he said, looking at his phone. "Okay, here's the quick version, because I really need to get my ass home. I was in my office doing some work a couple hours after Wally had... had... I guess 'warned me of his intentions' is the best way of putting it... when Joel, my teacher's assistant, came in with cum all over his face and asked, looking completely humiliated, 'Do you know what this is on my face?' I replied, 'It appears to be somebody's semen. 'That's exactly right,' he confirmed. 'And I'm supposed to tell you his next load is for you'. And then he turned and hustled back out of my office."

"Holy shit, that's really brazen!" I gasped.

"Yes, the frat boys ooze confidence," Mike nodded. He then added, "At first I shrugged it off, yet no matter what I did, no matter what I told myself, I couldn't get that image out of my head of my colleagues bent over, moaning like bitches in heat while they were getting railed."

"Did you see any of their dicks?" I asked curiously, as the sight of Jamal's was what seemed to be forever burned in the back of my head... his huge cock.

"No, not then," Mike said, "but photos of big black cocks started being sent to my phone. Like fifty of them in two hours, all from different numbers. Each one big. Each one fat. Each one black."

"And you didn't report them?"

"To whom?" Mike asked me. "Professor Kent had made it pretty clear that everyone, up to and including the Dean, were already cock suckers and bottom bitches to the frat."

"How about the cops?" I asked, thinking there had to be a way of ending this. Although I didn't know the details, I was certain there were some sort of laws against sexual harassment, and surely this toxic environment qualified as that. If I could recruit any witnesses willing to talk, that is, and somehow I didn't think I'd ever find a single one, even if I dared to start asking around.

Mike scoffed, "The cops are all either black and they have a deal with the frat house, or they're white, and so they're cock suckers and bottom bitches to the frat and to their fellow BBC cops."

"No way," I said, this just getting more and more unbelievable.

"Everything I'm telling you is the Gospel truth," Mike said. "I mean I understand your situation, you're trying to discover some way out of your inevitable submission. But once I was spit roasted in the back seat of a cop car with my hands cuffed behind my back, I learned the cops around here were never going to help."

"You got fucked by cops?"

"Most of us do at some point," he said. "It's not too bad once you're into it; it's pretty nice, actually."

"Shit," I said.

"Anyway, after all the dick pics started coming, I had a few different students I taught ask me if I liked the photo they'd sent," he continued, "but they never stuck around long enough for me to respond; and besides, there were always other people around, so I couldn't confront them."

"They really are smug shits," I said, their brazen attitude beginning to piss me off.

"Yeah, and they back it up."

"So what happened next?"

"I went to my office the next morning, and everywhere I went along the way, I saw black guys fucking white guys. Outside on the lawns, all up and down the hallways, everywhere! And everyone who wasn't fucking someone or being fucked... perhaps 80% of the students and faculty... was just going about their business as if nothing unusual was happening. I walked into my office and didn't find my secretary... always a sweet, reliable lady... at her desk, but I found her a moment later on my desk, her legs spread wide open and getting fucked,"

"Not railed?" I joked.

"Oh yeah, she was really getting railed," he agreed with a small chortle. "She didn't see me, but some black guy I didn't know looked up at me and told me either to come over and suck his cock, or to rub myself as I watched my secretary getting blacked."

"Getting blacked," I said, not so much as a question, but as a cute new term I caught onto instantly.

"Yeah, it's a term for when a white women gets railed by a black stud."

"I figured," I said. "So what did you do?"

"I told him to leave," Mike said. "The guy pulled out, turned around and asked, as if I were making a big mistake, 'You're certain you don't want to suck this?' It was easily eight inches long, and fat. My eyes went big. But I stood my ground and repeated that he should leave. The guy shrugged and asked my secretary, 'Should I go, like the man says, or stay and finish destroying that pussy of yours, slut?'"

"No way," I said yet again, a two-worder I kept repeating over and over during his story.

"'PLEASE stay and fill my pussy with your big cock until you come in me,' she begged, as I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock, and at this mother of five with her legs spread wide open, looking up at me as she pleaded with him, and in effect with me as well. No shame. Just desperation."

"Wow," I said, completely captivated by the story.

"'Sorry man, but unless you want my dick, I'd better appease the lady,' he said, stroking his huge dick, before sliding back into my chubby fifty-year-old secretary.

"'Oh yes, fuck me with that fat black cock,' she begged some more, but now happily, while I couldn't help but watch, noticing that what I'd always assumed were pantyhose, were actually a garter-belt and stockings, and I didn't see any evidence of panties anywhere around."

"I do love stockings," I said, that always having been a fetish of mine.

"Then you'll love it here," Mike said, "if you're a female submissive to black pussy or cock, you're expected to be in a garter-belt and stockings, or thigh high stockings at all times, for easy access. And never any panties, of course."

"Oh," I said, having noticed that my daughter, who'd never worn them back home, had been wearing some sort of nylons every time I'd seen her since moving here. (And of course I'd never checked to see if she was wearing panties.)

"Does your daughter wear stockings?" Mike asked, reading my mind.

"Sometimes," I said.

"Well if she does, that will give you a hint."

"Just finish the story," I said, frustrated at what my daughter wearing nylons probably meant.

"Sorry," he said. "Anyway, he fucked her to her orgasm and then pulled out, turned around, and spewed his load on my suit. 'What the fuck?' I snapped as I jumped back, and most of his cum landed on my pants, shoes, and then on the floor. He left without another word, as my secretary sat up and apologized. She explained she'd been eating pussy here for over ten years, and she was on a schedule to be fucked a couple times a month. She admitted she loved it, and wouldn't change it for anything."

"Crazy," I said, the idea of white women eating black women so fucking hot. The idea of my own secretary, a woman in her forties, who did indeed wear nylons every day, eating black pussy was also pretty damn hot.

"Yeah, then later that day, the fucking everywhere scenario seeming to have ended once I'd entered my office, I walked into a bathroom and saw a black nerd drilling a white cheerleader, and later I walked into my own classroom early, to see a good-looking student on his knees, sucking a black student's cock."

"So they were pushing you," I generalised.

"Yep, as they will you," he said.

"I hope not," I said, although the idea of being surrounded by people fucking was a turn-on, based on my earlier experience tonight.

"So long story short, after class I returned to my office, and Wally was sitting at my desk as if he owned the place, with Professor James on her knees sucking his cock."

"No way!" I said, Professor Sarah James a beautiful redheaded professor who was easily one of the prettiest women I'd ever met in person. She was also sweet, and was always in nylons.

"Yeah, she's very popular among the black students."

"I can imagine."

"She likes you, by the way,"

"No way," I said for the umpteenth time, like a broken record.

"Yeah, she asked me if you were single."

"You're bullshitting me!"

"Why would I do that?"

"You're serious?"

"Yeah, you should definitely ask her out."

"But she's a submissive for BBC and black women?"

"Of course, but anytime now, you'll be one too," he said. "Exclusive relationships are nonexistent around here, but soon you won't mind that in the least."

"You really think I'll be... turned, you called it?" I asked, shaking my head.

"That's right, and past experience tells me you will be," he said. "So back to my story. Wally smiled and asked me, 'Ready to join the team?' 'Which team is that?' I asked, as I watched Professor James bobbing hungrily on his cock. 'You'll be on several: Team white cock sucker. Team bottom bitch. Team cum bucket,' he listed."