The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

... guy he had gone to high school with. Their sons played on the varsity tennis team two years ago and they would see each other and speak at matches. His wife Rebecca volunteered at the homeless shelter on Thanksgivings with Donna. He knew Bryan well enough to know that he had a good job and didn’t need whatever money he was getting paid to distribute flyers, especially for a disgraceful place like that one. So distracted, so afraid that Bryan had seen him, David almost drove out into traffic in the street. Wanting to distance himself as far as he could from that place and from Bryan, he sped away, not stopping at stop signs or doing anywhere near the speed limit. By the time he got home, the adrenaline rush of almost being discovered, of almost being caught by someone he knew hit him and he was super horny. He went inside, closed his office door and stripped naked to jerk his cock. It didn’t work, his cock that is. It barely got hard and it would take an act of God for him to cum. But none of that stopped him from pulling it excessively. To David, anything that made sex bad and dirty and wrong was a turn on for him. And the fantasy of being busted with a big, hard, black cock in his mouth by someone he knew was the ultimate in humiliation. And that turned him on. He spent the entire next day at work on craigslist and several different websites trying to find a cock to suck after work but he had no luck. The drive home was long. No longer than usual but he kept flashing back ...

... to seeing Bryan in the parking lot putting those flyers on cars. Stopped at a light, he fished around the floor on the passenger side of his car to find the flyer. He examined it again and dropped it in his lap when the horns from the cars behind him started blowing, signaling him that the light had changed. It felt like lead in his lap. He pulled his car over and examined it more closely. The address was on the other side of the city, in the opposite direction of his job. It wasn’t a bad neighborhood at all. In fact, it was in the trendy and upcoming part of the city where all the new condos and bars and even a Whole Foods were located. He expected it to be in “da hood” where the rest of the ghetto trash was because he was convinced that these black bitches were nothing more than welfare queens with free phones from Obama, food stamps, and 14 kids he was paying for with his hard-earned taxes. Completely forgetting the fact that he was addicted to hardcore interracial gay action and would suck any Black cock that was put in front of his face, David berated Bryan for his sexual proclivities. “Seriously? Who the hell would let some dumb, fucking Black chick beat on him with a whip or some crazy shit? How fucking lame do you have to be to get off on some fucked up shit like that?” He was alone in his car so no one could hear him but if he was at the bar, with all his friends, and saying the exact same thing there would be a resounding chorus of, “Yeah, that’s totally fucked up,” ...