Confessions of a cross-dressing cocksucker

My story starts when I was 15 years old.

I was a regular kid; that is to say, heterosexual and horny.

There was a woman who lived in our building, a black woman. I guess she
was about 30 years old at the time, and she was damn good looking. I
often used to meet her in the elevator when I was coming home from
school. She would be coming home from her job at about the same time.

She always used to flirt with me, at first just that little smile that
women use on men [and boys] with such wonderful effect. Then we started
having little snippets of conversation on the way up. Then one day, as
several other people crowded into the elevator, she stood behind me and
fondled my ass all the way up to the ninth floor.

�Why don't you just come on up to my place, baby.� She whispered in my
ear after the other passengers had got out.

I knew she was married, but this was a 15-year-old boys dream; a
beautiful experienced woman to take my cherry; no swell, no tell.
That's what everyone used to say. My dick used to get hard just from
Delilah's smile, and I was so nervous I couldn't even talk as the door
opened and closed again on my floor, and we rode on up to 12, and crept
down the hallway to her apartment.

I guess she was about my height, and probably she outweighed me
slightly. It wasn't that she was heavy, but rather that I was a skinny kid.

My first kiss; I can remember it clearly, the thrill, the excitement,
the anticipation of so much more to come.

Her body felt so wonderful against me, her black skin was so smooth and
desirable under my white little hands.

Delilah undressed me, stripping off everything until I was completely
naked, white and vulnerable, a toy for her pleasure.

She kissed me and played with my white erection, and it was more
wonderful than anything I had ever imagined.

It was some time before her clothes were also away, and my hands were
filled with her breasts. Her hard nipples seemed to call my lips to
them, and she held my head in her hands as I suckled her.

She had high cheekbones and wonderful big clear eyes. Her complexion was
wonderfully smooth, and I had no reluctance towards giving her my virginity.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer; she pulled me gently into the
valley of her love, took my penis in her hand and guided it into her
inpatient wet vagina. Her hands on my ass set the rhythm, and soon
afterwards, with an orgasm so hard it hurt for hours later, I was no
longer a virgin.

Delilah and I made love nearly every day for the next month or so. She
taught me what she wanted from me, and I loved every minute of my time
with her. She loved to suck my cock, and the smile on her face and the
light in her eyes was simply beautiful to behold.

Then we got caught.

Sean, Delilah's husband, was a large man. I saw him first, staring down
at us with fire in his eyes and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
I was lying on my back, and Delilah�s head was down in my lap happily
sucking my young white cock.

A couple of awful seconds passed, and suddenly Delilah became somehow
aware that something was wrong. I suppose my body going tense and my
dick going slack might have had something to do it.

When she saw him, her body went limp, her mouth hung open and her eyes
bugged out in abject fear.

�Oh shit. Sean!�

My sentiments exactly.

Delilah stood up, as I scrambled for my clothes. �Oh God. I'm so sorry
Sean. I��

�Shut up, woman!� He growled, giving her a shove that propelled her to
the far wall. Then he turned to me, and I thought I was going to die.

�You little white piece of shit! I should break your bones, I should
ring your neck!�

�No, Sean! Please!� Delilah begged him, �He's only a boy! Don't hurt
him, Sean!�

Sean really didn't seem to know exactly how he should react. I was no
match for him; beating me up could lead to a lot of trouble but little
satisfaction. Not to mention that everyone would inevitably want to
know why he had done it; his friends and neighbors knowing about Delilah
being unfaithful to him with a little white kid like me would be worse
to him than the actual infidelity.

But I figured all of that out later, at the time I was just shit scared.

�You, Blondie.� He said to me, get down on your knees! Tell me why I
shouldn't beat the crap out of you.�

�I'm sorry, I'm sorry!� I blubbered, naked on my knees, �It was wrong
of me, I shouldn't have done it, I'm only 15! Please sir, don't hurt me.�

Big Sean looked confused. He wanted to do something to me, but he
couldn't beat up a sniveling kid.

�You've been taking what was mine, boy.� He said, �How you going to pay
for that?�

�I don't know,� I whined, �I'll do whatever you want, anything.�

�Anything? What could you do for me to cover this?�

He towered over me, scowling, as a100 possibilities rushed through my
terrified mind.

�All right, boy. Suck my dick.�

And he unzipped his trousers and pulled it out.

It was soft, black, and uncircumcised. A piece of slack hose about five
inches long. I stared at it in horror.

He seemed to be enjoying my reaction to his demand. �Go on, boy. You're
gonna give me what you've been getting. If you don't want the beating
you deserve, you get your mouth around my dick.�

�No, Sean! Please, don't do this!� Delilah begged him, attempting to
save my honor.

�You keep quiet, woman! And you watch. You watch your little white
sissy boy suck my dick, because that's what he has to do now. He's got
to do it and you've got to watch. Open your mouth, boy. Go on, it
won't hurt. If you don't wanna fight me like a man, then you suck my
cock like a girl.�

It seemed like the only way. Nobody would ever know, so it wouldn't
really matter. I couldn't let myself get beat up by this monster of a
man; reluctantly, I opened my mouth.

�Wider, Blondie. That's a good girl, now take my black dick in your
hand. Now put it in your mouth. Suck girl, suck on it.

Now that's not so bad, is it? How long has Delilah been sucking your
little dick? Do you think you're better than my woman, white boy?
Delilah sucks cock, and you can suck cock too. What are you afraid of,
white boy? You afraid of sucking a cock, or you afraid because it's a
black cock? Are you afraid you hate it too much, or are you afraid you
might like it?�

I wrapped my white hand around the large dark organ. There; I'd taken
the first step. I could get through this, I told myself. He wouldn't
really make me do it, he was just testing me. He would let me go, I
told myself.

His strong hand on the back of my head pulled my face to his groin. His
stiffening penis slid between my naive lips.

�That's the way, white boy.� Sean said.

Sean's cock was now hard. It was in my mouth, and I was sucking it like
he�d told me to. I was so humiliated and afraid I was ready to break
into tears; but as he said, having his cock in my mouth didn't hurt.
Not physically, anyway. But I was doing something I knew to be
completely unacceptable for a male to do, It was the lowest possible act.

It was the only way out, I was telling myself. I'm not queer, I have no
choice. And anyway, I realized, it was ok; certainly better than getting
really injured by him. I had a man's penis in my mouth, it was sliding
in out, and I didn't feel any different.

�Lick it, Blondie. You show me a good time. That's what you owe me,
Blondie, and you're going to pay. I'll teach you to fool around with
another man's wife.

�You look at me now, Blondie. I'm going to come in your mouth. Not
just yet, but when the time comes, I'm going to shoot in your mouth.
And you're going to swallow it, understand? Don't worry Blondie, it
won't make you queer, unless you�re queer anyway. All the girls swallow
come these days with no problem at all. Hold my balls. What's it like
to hold a real man's balls in your little white hand? Are you watching
this, Delilah? Do you like what I'm doing to your little white boyfriend?�

Somehow, what bothered the than most was that Delilah was there. I
could have done this easily, I found myself thinking, if only nobody
would ever see, and nobody would ever know.

I had more time to think about that later; I realized then that it
wasn't the physical act that was humiliating as much as having someone
know that I had broken this taboo; �cocksucker�, that's what I had
become. �Cocksucker�. The word meant scum, it meant I was worthless, I
could never be a man.

But in reality, the cock was inert; it had no flavor of it�s own. The
balls were big and black; but they were dry, it wasn�t like they were
slimy or something. The cock didn't burn my mouth, it didn't do
anything. I realized I was getting off cheap.

�I'm coming now, Blondie. You better be ready, 'cause here it comes.�