Locker Room Meetup Changes It All


Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.


It caught my attention from across the empty locker room. I was sitting on the bench tying my shoes when i looked up for a split second and saw it.

I could not believe how big it was.

Long, thick, and black, it hung down low against his thigh. Fully flaccid, it was definitely bigger than I was when hard. I couldn’t help but stare.

This guy literally had a big black dick. Stereotypes must come from somewhere, I thought to myself. My eyes traced up and down his oversized dick and massive balls in disbelief.

My mind raced, bouncing from thought to thought with rapid succession. From flashes of interracial porn and girls I knew who dated black guys, to weirder things, like wondering how much this big dick came and visions of this guy fucking my exes. My eyes were fixated for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds.

My thoughts were hardly interrupted by a deep voice. I got caught staring.

“Like what you see, white boy?” he asked, his voice resonating off the locker room walls.

I looked away and felt myself turn red. I stammered a few times, staring at the floor. Before I could get out a coherent sentence he cut me off.

“I caught you white boy, and I have seen that that look before,” he said, taking some slow steps towards me.

I looked up. His cock slowly swung from side to side with each step as he came towards me. It was almost hypnotic. I wanted to get up, to move, but for some reason I just couldn’t.

He stopped a few feet in front of me. Since I was still sitting, his manhood hung down around my eye level. It looked even bigger, thicker, close up. I didn’t know what to do. I looked away from his massive dick and stared at the floor again.

“So this is the first black dick you seen?” he asked, giving it a little twirl with his hand, “In person, that is. I know you seen some little white girls getting railed by niggas online, right? Much more impressive in person, isn’t it?”

My heart was pounding. What was happening here?

I looked up from the ground as he stood in front of me. My eyes traced up his body, noticing that he was still completely naked, and in way better shape than me, in a lot of different ways.

My eyes met with his for a moment, but I couldn’t hold eye contact. When i broke my gaze, his enormous dick was still right in front of me. I found myself staring for a moment. When I realized what I was doing, I sheepishly looked down at the floor again.

He laughed. Then he cleared his throat.

“You a quiet one,” he said, his tone sounding much more serious than before, “Are you just a shy little white boy, or does this black dick have you at a loss for words?

I silently stared at my shoes. Just a few minutes ago, all I was doing was putting on these shoes. One was still untied.

I felt nervous. I couldn’t answer his last question. I was totally straight, just going to the gym. But I think his big black dick had me at a loss for words.

“Ok white boy,” he sounded agitated, “Look up. Now,” he said, with authority. “No. Stare straight ahead, like this.” He grabbed my head by the hair and gently, but firmly, held my head so I was staring straight at his dick, and pulled me a bit forward. It looked bigger than before. I didn’t try to look away.

“Now c’mon son,” he said, taking his hand off of my head, “Tell me what you think of this nigga dick. Thats all i’m asking. Shouldn’t be too hard. Or do you want to see it hard?” he laughed, flicking still mostly flaccid his dick out. The tip was inches from my face.

I didn’t say anything. I remember feeling like I couldn’t admit what I was thinking. So I sat there, silent, staring at this big black cock.

“Listen, if you are going to just sit there slack jawed, I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands,” he said.

When I didn’t say anything he stepped towards me and started to rub his balls near my lips and slapped his dick against my cheek.

“Ya’ll white boys always need a little encouragement,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my head.

I instinctively moved back. It was all too much. I felt like I had to get out of this situation.

“We need to stop this,” I pleaded, weakly, “What if someone comes in?”

“Oh, now you speak up? he sneered, “Listen, bitch. It’s late. Too late. Ain’t no one coming in here. And if they do, just let me worry about it.”

I felt like I had to get out of there. It had gone too far. It was all too much. When I tried to adjust my seat on the bench I noticed that my own dick was rock hard, pressing up against my shorts. I noted that he was definitely bigger soft than I was hard. I felt embarrassed, ashamed, and confused. I wanted to go home, jerk off, and never think of this again.

I tried to get up, but he put his big strong hand on my shoulder and sat me back down. I offered little to no resistance.

“Sit down. You ain’t goin’ nowhere right now.” He sounded mad.

“So, Escort Kartal one last time, white boy. And it’s important What do you think of this nigga dick?”

I looked down at it again. I didn’t need to. I already knew.

“It’s huge,” i said meekly.

“Oh yeah?” he retorted.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Go on.”

“It-i-it’s just,” I stuttered. I felt completely humiliated by the whole line of questioning.

“It’s just that i thought it was some dumb stereotype. The big black dick. I’ve seen porn and all, i just never…in person its just…i thought it was some kind of myth…” I shifted in my seat and trailed off. I felt my erection rub against my shorts. God he was huge. And I still couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

“Touch it,” he whispered, almost gently, “It’s not gonna hurt you.”

I hesitated. I couldn’t let this go any farther.

“I can’t,” I pleaded, looking up at him, “What if someone comes in here?”

“I already told you not to worry about it, white boy,” he admonished me. He then looked down at me and smiled. “And if you keep this up, someone is going to come in here. Right in here,” he said as he ran his fingers across my lips.

As he laughed at his own joke, i felt mortified, helpless, and confused. I looked up at him in shock, as if i was offended by the thought. But I felt how hard my own little dick was pressing against my shorts. I wondered how big he got when fully hard…

He grabbed my wrist and started guiding it up towards his manhood. When I tried to resist, he took his other hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He looked me straight in the eyes and shook his head slowly. I felt like crying.

He slid his hand down my hair and cheek, and then continued guiding my hand towards his dick. He put my one hand around his shaft, then grabbed my other hand and put it on his balls.

This was the first time I ever had another man’s private parts in my hand. It felt weird at first, this black dick in my hands, but soon my hands found themselves slowly exploring, feeling out how long, thick, and warm it was. My fingers barely fit around its circumference, and my other hand barely could contain his balls.

In my hands, I really could appreciate how huge it was. As my hands unconsciously went from exploring to slowly stroking his big black dick, I could feel it getting harder, and bigger, and thicker. I was watching it grow in my hands.

“I’ll ask again,” he said, “Like what you see, white boy?”

I looked up at him.

“Yes,” I replied.

“I know,” he retorted, “All you white bitches, the first time you see a black dick, thats it. It don’t matter, ya’ll just lose it.”

I felt myself gulp. His dick was stiffening up in my hand., while I could swear that mine had some precum leaking from the tip.

“White girls, white boys,” he continued, “It don’t matter. Once ya’ll realize, its over. White dick cant complete. Once you get a taste of this black cock, you’ll know your place. You’ll realize where you belong.”

I barely heard him. I was too busy noticing that his big black dick was getting fully erect in my hands. It felt ridiculously big and heavy. It was so thick, my thumb and forefinger couldn’t reach each other anymore. And it was just so long…

“Like what you see now?” he asked.

I nodded and gulped.

“Tell me what you think.”

“It is so big,” I exhaled, “I just cant believe how big it is.” Both my hands slid slowly up and down his shaft.

“Is that it?” he asked. “Big is all you got to say? You got to have a better vocabulary than that. Tell me what you thinking. Tell me how you feel. I can see that little white pecker pressing up against your pants. Whats up boy?”

I looked up at him. He looked serious. I looked down his body and left my gaze on his oversized, rock hard, cock.

“I can’t, I just can’t explain it,” I said, softly, “I am not even supposed to have my hands on this, or feel like this or be in this situation. I just…” I trained off.

“You just can’t admit this big black dick has you has you horny as hell. And you just know that you ain’t gonna be able to resist. And you just know that you going to end up being a good white boy for this big black dick, right?”

I stammered for a moment.

“I know this is a confusing thing for you,” he said, patronizingly, “I am going to help you out so you better understand what is going on here. In the end, you will be happy for it, but understand that I may need to push you through of break some things down for your quiet ass, but you’re gonna do it, because this black dick already has you rock hard.” As he said rock hard, he patted me on the dick.

“First off, this is a black dick,” he replied, “This is what got you all turned on and twisted around. It’s bigger, thicker, and harder than yours, and every nigga got one like this. And don’t you forget it white boy. White girls certainly don’t.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I was overwhelmed by the whole thing.

“Second, white bitches like you belong bent over or on your knees. I’ll let you pick. You tell me where you want to be.”

I paused for a second. It seemed obvious.

“Knees,” I said.

“You looking to get on your knees for this big black dick? Be my guest white boy.” He said as i was getting down.

I knelt next to him on the locker room floor. He turned around, and his dick swung around after him, bumping up against my cheek. He let it side off my lips and face until he left it inches from my mouth. I felt frozen in place.

“I know you want to suck on this dick, you just cant admit it,” he said, “You can’t handle how turned on it has you. You can’t handle how bad you want it in your mouth. I understand. It’s confusing for you. That is why I am here to give you some encouragement.”

With that he took his big black dick, grabbed it by the base, and slapped it across my face. And again. And again. I felt his thick, heavy dick smack against my cheeks, lips, and face. I knelt there and took it, listening to the sound of his dick slapping against my face reverberating against the locker room walls.

“Good white boy,” he said. “Very good. You are learning your place. Now open up your mouth.”

“I can’t,” i said meekly, “Please don’t make me.” I felt like i had to protest, to say something.

“Too late,” he said. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. When my mouth opened instinctively, he moved forward and put his balls in my mouth. His oversized sack filled my mouth as he held it there for a few moments. Then, with one hand on my head and one hand on his shaft, he forced the tip of his dick into my mouth.

I opened as wide as i could, but his shaft felt so thick i thought it might dislocate my jaw. Saliva welled up in my mouth as he used his hand on my head to start slipping the first few inches of his monster shaft into my mouth. He held still for a moment, then started fucking my mouth.

I gagged and drooled as he pulled my head back and forth, with his fat black dick probing deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. I could barely breathe. I had never done anything like this before.

“Yeah suck that dick, white boy, he commanded, “You know you like it. Being on your knees for this nigga dick is where you belong. And if you don’t like it now, well, you will when I’m finished with you”

I put up my hands and weakly tried to press him away, but my pathetic attempt to stop him was completely ignored, as he kept on holding my head and fucking my face. After a little while i just rested me hands on his muscular chest and hip, while he continued to talk to me and violate my mouth.

I had never done anything like this before, and now here I was. On my knees, big black dick was filling up my mouth, stroking back and forth. Spit covered my lips and chin as I just knelt there and let him.

All of a sudden i realized how horny I was, and my left hand worked its way down to my crotch and held my dick from the outside. I was still rock hard. I instinctively started rub it from the outside of my shorts, as he bobbed my head back and forth.

“I see that white boy,” he said. “Go on. Keep stroking yourself.”

He continued to fuck my face with his thick black dick, then he stopped, pulling me back so only the head was in my mouth. He took his hands off of my head. After a few moments I looked up at him. He was looking down at me. He grabbed my right hand by the wrist and put it around his shaft.

“Suck my dick, white boy,” he commended.

I hesitated for a moment, but felt I had no choice. I slowly and timidly started sliding my lips up his cock.

I quickly found myself doing my best to give him a good blowjob. I gave up any pretense of resisting, and just gave in.

My one hand worked his base while my mouth took in as much as it could. He was really big, and I had never done this before, so it wasn’t much. But i did try to take it deep into my throat a few times, gagging when I went too far.

I was servicing him for a few minutes when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“Take off your pants,” he said, “Let me see that little white dick.”

I immediately obeyed. I took my shorts off, allowing my six inches (if i was lucky) to stand at full attention. It was like nothing compared to his. He must have been almost twice as big. He reached down and grabbed it. It twitched and felt good when he touched it.

“Not bad,” he said, patronizingly, “But i don’t know, I think mine is just a little bigger, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” i mumbled, “By a lot.”

“Yeah, I know.” he replied, “Now get back to sucking this dick.

I went back to work, finding myself enjoying it more and more as i went on. With my dick now out, I couldn’t resist masturbating while going down on him. His hand guided my head, while i sucked and slurped and found myself doing my best to please this back dick.

“Look at you,” he said, “Sucking some nigger dick in a locker room. You didn’t think your day would end up this way, but i know you are glad it did.”

I kept sucking. He was right. I felt so turned on, sucking that black dick.

“And you are doing such a great job, white boy,” he moaned, “Your mouth is good at this.”

I was stroking myself in time with his dick going in and out of my mouth. I felt precum leak out of the tip when he said i was doing a great job.

“I knew you were going to end up like this, and i think deep down you did too.” He said. “You white folk just cant resist a big black dick like this. Someone just had to teach you.”

As he said “teach you”, he pulled my head towards him and pushed his dick deep down my throat. He quickly went back to fucking my face, and I just couldn’t take it any more. With his dick in my mouth, I came, uncontrollably shooting loads that hit his shin, foot, and the floor.

He pulled my head off of his cock and my body jerked from the last of the orgasm.

“Did you just cum…” he asked, “from sucking my dick?”

“Do I really have to answer that?” I said, feeling embarrassed and ashamed about the whole situation.

“Yes,” he said, “Tell me how sucking this big black dick made you nut.” He was using my shorts to wipe up my cum.

I hesitated.

“C’mon white boy, just speak the truth,” he ordered.

“Yes.” I admitted, “Sucking your big, black dick made me cum. I just.. I never did anything like this before.. I can’t.. I dunno..” I trailed off.

“It’s ok,” he said, “I know you are feeling confused. Just let me show you the way.”

With that, he guided my head back to his dick, and i quietly went back to sucking him off. The only sound in the whole locker room was the slurp and sucking noise I was making with his massive cock in my mouth.

This went on for several minutes. The last of my own cum leaked out of my cock. My knees started to get sore on the hard, cold tile floor. My jaw ached. I still hadn’t figured out how to keep all the spit in my mouth, and was still drooling while i blew him.

After an indeterminable amount of time he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. One again, I gag.

He grunts, pulls my head back so that only the thick tip is in my mouth, and unleashes what felt like buckets of cum directly onto my tongue. I felt each load as it leaped out of the tip of his dick and hit the back of my throat. It quickly filled my mouth and leaked out of my cheeks, dribbling down my face and onto the floor as I struggled to deal with the mouthful he left me with.

“Swallow.” He commanded me, “Every last drop.”

I had never tasted cum before, but it wasn’t that bad. Regardless of the taste, it was hard to swallow what felt like a cup full. But i powered through and with a few strong gulps my mouth was empty. It felt like an accomplishment. But then I saw him point to the cum that dripped down my face on to the floor.

“Lick it up,” he said, his tone implying that there was no negotiation.

I slowly, but obediently, put my mouth down on the dirty locker room floor and sucked up the droplets of cum.

I looked up at his glistening, softening cock. Even though he just came, it still looked enormous. It was incredible.

“Thats a good white boy,” he said. “You did a good job, for a first timer. Now come on, let’s take a shower, then we can part ways.”

He grabbed a towel and led me to the shower stalls in the back. The showers were separated by a waist high wall, and there were three or four of them. He turned on both shower heads and let me get in the one stall first before he got into the other.

He passed me his soap, and we both showered next to each other for a few minutes in silence. My mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. Lost in my thoughts, I did not see what was happening next coming.

I was washing my face, trying to get his dried cum off of my skin, when i felt him grab me from behind. I felt his dick, which was somehow rock hard again, press up against my back as he bead hugged me and bent me over the partition in the shower.

He pushed my shoulders down, bending me over the wall so my ass stuck up a little bit more. Water from the other shower head hit the back of my neck. He then ran his hands down my body and slapped my ass, while holding me down firm with his other hand.

“This is gonna hurt,” I heard him spit, “But you know you white boys got this coming. And you like it.”

I protested and tried to move, but it was no use. I felt his massive black dick penetrate my ass, every bit of it.

I groaned with an odd mix of pain and pleasure, and I pleaded him to stop, but it was too late.

The head of his dick inside my asshole, he grabbed my hips and proceeded to fuck me without mercy.

I yelled out, and quickly covered my mouth. I didn’t want anyone to find me like this. But he wasn’t phased, and was proceeding to work his big black cock deeper into me. It hurt so bad, i remember blacking out for parts of it. But I also remember my own massive (relatively speaking) erection.

He took me as he pleased, eventually bottoming out his big black cock with my ass bumping against his hips. I felt like I was being skewered, ripped apart.