My first sexual experience was with a BBC classmate. I was taking some art classes at the community college for fun, doing work with mostly male models. I got very close with one, he was 18, I was 32. He led me on for months. I'd been suppressing myself my entire life, and he was just churning me up and I was really put on edge. He asked to do some nude work, and at that point, I felt like the only ethical thing was to let him know how I felt before letting him strip. He said it was ok, and he shared the same feelings, wanted to go forward with more modeling, and that was the last time I saw him for over 6 mos.
Getting ghosted by him after all the other turmoil really ruined me.
In the meantime, I had engaged another model to practice doing nude work. A classmate saw it, and said he was sized similarly to the model, and he would like to commission me to for a piece. I agreed (finally, art pays!) When we got together for the consult, he took off his pants, and out tumbles ~8" limp. I looked at him and told him he had lied to me, he wasn't built anything like the school model (who was big), and we both had a laugh.
He was 23, Black, hair nearly shaved, and kind of ambiguous. He wasn't stereotypically Black, he didn't have the dialect, he didn't dress the same. He was the kind of guy that other Black guys tease as white, and white people wonder if they're gay bc they're not hyper-masculine tropes.
During the session, he leaked pre-cum profusely the entire time. I mean it dribbled from his dick and audibly spattered onto the plastic drop cloth under us. It got all over my hands as I worked. Neither of us said a word about it. During cleanup, I sneaked and tasted it. On the way home, he texted to apologize. I told him it was perfectly fine, and reminded him we talked about the intimacy of the work because things happen. I pushed myself and added that I actually thought it was cool.
I was a 32-yr-old virgin in every way. I had never even been on a date. Reeling from the last guy and tired of living like The One was going to appear, I decided to cast it all away. We exchanged a few more texts, and an hour later I was on my knees with 10 inches of BBC down my throat in a nearby wooded park under the moon.
I honestly don't know how I did it. I had taken measurements for the work, and his dick is 10" long and 7" around when hard. Since then, I've struggled to blow 8. But I was absolutely in love with the feeling and the idea, and I was determined to take the entire thing. At times,, I began seeing stars as I suffocated on it. I was entranced by the idea of suffocating on dick, and allowed it. He was very gentle and passionate, and when he realized, he pulled back, but I insisted. He wanted to kiss, and it was my first kiss, too. He insisted on reciprocating, but it really did nothing for me, I was too embarrassed. After about 45 minutes, he came down my throat.
We agreed to keep things purely physical, and I blew him a few more times before he found a serious boyfriend and broke it off. He never really was OK with the idea of me just serving him, he always tried to blow me back and I hated that. I wanted him to fuck me, but we never got that far. Apparently, when I blew him, he was also a virgin, though he'd been in longterm relationships with women,, and after that he went through a streak of meeting men and fucking.
When I couldn't see him anymore, I got on grindr. I love sucking, and I've done ~25 guys in the past ~5 years. 9 were Black, not all were huge or even large, but most have been above average: a random grindr guy whose 8" defied me where 10 had not. A guy in town for the weekend visiting college, maybe 8 but not very thick. A couple neighborhhood boys, 18, one a decent 7 and aggressive, the other maybe 6. Another grindr rando, probably 9 but ended up being fatter by far than his bio said, so a one-off. A very sweet, obviously gay college student down the road who is 8 or 9, who I see pretty often but is getting too emotional so I keep him at arm's length. He's also named after Allah, so I worry his dad is going to show up at the door with a baseball bat or machete one day. Another student who I hit up while I was traveling last year, but was ignored, then saw him nearby when classes started and he came by then. He is mixed and truly huge, 10, maybe 11, and I was so happy that I took it so smoothly. I blew him for 2 hours but he never came, then a couple weeks later he messaged me to say he had discovered he couldn't cum sitting down. I eagerly await our second meeting. My knees were skint from the carpet when he left I'd been on them so long. I go to the beach a few times a year and there I have another mixed guy who is at least 9 and also thick, and I blow him whenever I can while I'm there. When we first met several years ago he was quite passive (probably only bottoming) but I am very pleased that he has started asserting himself and topping, and I have been encouraging him in that direction over the years.
I like Black men. They're generally less picky, and more mission-focused, so it's a lot less grindr drama to just get a dick in my mouth. I do find they're less likely to have washed, so if there's a second meeting I give a gentle reminder. They tend to be more insistent on kissing and body contact, which I find awkward, but I oblige.