Gay Black Master Stories

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Black Master, Whiteboy Slave Pt. 01

by motoskoota on Jun 1, 2020
Gay Male

"I know you got somebody in there, Jamal." Terrell said, buttonholing his friend on the steps of the building. "You don't know nothing. You hearing things. Told you to stay off of that PCP shit." Jamal said, bending over to retie his shoe. "What the fuck you doing spying on me anyway, dog?" "Who's spying? I can't walk past your window anymore? Maybe you sh...

Black Master, Whiteboy Slave Pt. 03

by motoskoota on Jun 1, 2020
Gay Male

In the interest of continuity, it's recommended that Parts 1 and 2 be read first. *** Charles went back home to reassure his parents that he was okay, that he was enjoying staying with his friend Alec in Connecticut, and that they were not to worry. How is Alec?" Charles's mother asked from her writing table at the far end of the room. She was a devotee o...

Black Master, Whiteboy Slave Pt. 02

by motoskoota on Jun 1, 2020
Gay Male

Jamal awoke to the smell of brewed coffee. The door to the closet was slightly ajar. Apparently, Charles had risen from his makeshift bed there and tiptoed from the room earlier. Jamal looked at the clock beside the bed. Normally, he'd have to get up and rush off to work, but he'd arranged to have Jenine, a coworker, take over a couple of shifts for him. He...

My Black Master Ch. 1

by slydevil on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I ran upon this site by accident and have since fell in love with it. The stories intrigue me, especially the ones that are supposed to be true. Since this is my first attempt, please let me know if you want further tales of my past adventures. * * * * * Let me start with a little background. I’ve always considered myself a little above average in the look...

Black Daddy Domination

by AfroerotiK on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...

Black God Worship

by LthrBndBy on Jul 15, 2020
Gay Male

This story is pure fiction (and maybe a little fantasy), all characters are fictional and above 18. ————————— I was cruising my favorite site looking at profiles of sexy men near me when I came across this hot ass black man. According to his picture, he was ripped beyond belief, muscles toned, about 6'4" and his dick size wasn't listed. The picture was hi...

My First Black

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...

My First Big Black Cock

by alexhj1962 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Following my first cock worshiping experience I was now aching to do it again. The small ABS with the glory holes I first frequented was nice but there were only a handful of booths and they were very small, not much room for two. So I ventured to a much larger ABS with lots of big booths but interestingly no doors on the booths and no glory holes. At first...

The Making of a Master

by Littlepoppyhole on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

David lay on the dishevelled bed exhausted and still sweating after his recent sexual encounter with a man called Raymond. His hole was leaking semen onto the bed sheets. The sheets also gave off the aroma of anal mucus. This did not perturb David as he was deep in thought about the man he had served. He thought there was room for improvement in his sexual i...

The Hanky Code Pt. 02

by His_fag_wife on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The Hanky Code Chapter 2 - The agreement pt 1 I followed him down a black painted and dimly lit hallway which lead to one large steel door that seemed rather imposing. A nameplate on the door read, 'Master S.' I gulped standing there. Maybe saying yes was not the best of ideas. Though I was having second thoughts they evaporated quickly. Who was I trying...