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Black Isn’t So Bad After All

17 April, 2017 (23:42) | Gay Interracial Sex Hookups | By: Gay Adult Stories

by Comixs (comixs@hotmail.com)

***

A white couple learns to deal with their feelings
toward black people, despite their upbringing. They
seek professional help and things really get started
with the husband’s first visit. (MM, intr, 1st-bi-expr,
mc)

***

John and DeeDee were the average couple of their times.
Both had been raised in a white Christian environment
and throughout their lives were taught that black
people were not as good as they were.

Times change though, whether you want them to or not.

Both are now in their early 60’s, having been married
almost 45 years, and as they grew older the
neighborhood around them changed as well. More and more
black families were moving in and more and more white
families were moving further out of the city, into the
suburbs. It was only a matter of time before a black
family bought the vacant house to the side of theirs,
or perhaps the once slightly down, and across, the
street from them.

In order to get a better grip on their lives, as well
as the way they had been brought up, they sought out
professional advise, in the form of a psychologist, who
had been recommended by a friend of theirs. They had
also used his services and they highly recommended him.

When John made the appointment he was surprised to
learn that the doctor would want to see them
individually the first time, and would then see them
together. John agreed and set up the first appointment
for himself, with his wife getting an appointment for
the following day and then the two of them would see
him on Friday of the same week.

When John got to the doctor’s office he was kind of
surprised to find that he was the only one in the
waiting room, especially for the time of day, which was
just after 1 PM. The receptionist gave him forms to
fill out then she disappeared into the doctor’s office
and shortly after that came out, got her purse and left
the office.

About 10 minutes later the doctor, Dr. Richard Gosman,
stuck his head into the outer office and called him
inside his office.

“I’ll have to apologize for my secretary, but she had
an appointment and had to leave early today. If you’ll
excuse me for a moment, I want to make sure that the
outer door is locked, since your my last appointment
for the day.” With that said the doctor left his office
and John could hear him as he opened the door, shut it,
and then secured the lock, returning shortly thereafter
to his office and sitting behind his desk.

“Now then, Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you today?”

Dr. Gosman already knew the reason for the visit, since
he’d already read the short files in front of him, but
he always felt better if the patient actually told him
the reasons for the visit, instead of having to try and
pull it out of him.

“Well,” John began, “I guess it’s kind of embarrassing.
You see, my wife and I are products of a different
generation and we’ve had a hard time adjusting to the
blacks moving into our neighborhood, particularly
afraid that one would move in next to us. We’ve heard
so many horror stories of black kids, and how they
behave, and we’re not sure we would feel safe even if
it were just adults that moved in.”

The doctor nodded and appeared to be taking notes, so
John continued.

“Both our parents were firm believers that the blacks
had a proper place, and that they should stay with
their own kind. But, since the economy has changed so
much and many of them are working different jobs,
especially with a lot of them in management positions,
we realize that sooner or later blacks are going to be
a part of our community, and we’re just not prepared
for that right now.”

“And why not?” the doctor asked.

“I guess you could say that prejudice runs deep in our
families and we were always taught that blacks
shouldn’t mingle with whites.”

“And you find that you have a problem with that?”

“Yes. My wife and I do. She’s afraid of what might
happen, and to tell you the truth, so am I!”

“Well, you’re not here to represent your wife right
now. You’re here for yourself. I learn more of your
wife’s position when I see her tomorrow. I see that
she’s scheduled to be here the same time tomorrow and
that both of you will be here around 3 PM on Friday
afternoon, right?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, why don’t you make yourself more comfortable on
the sofa over there and I’ll sit in the chair across
from you. You can relax a little bit and we’ll talk
more.

“By the way, would you have any objections to me using
hypnosis on you today?”

“Why?”

“I find that it helps to put the patient more at ease
and is able to talk more openly about his or her
problems. I won’t do it if you have any objections.”

John thought about it for a while then consented for
the doctor to hypnotize him.

“Good. I want you to lay down on the sofa and get
comfortable. Once you’re ready let me know and I’ll
begin. I promise you that it won’t hurt on bit and once
I have you under I’ll start asking you questions and
you’ll feel completely at ease answering them for me.
OK?”

“Fine with me,” John answered.

“Ready,” Dr Gosman asked once John was situated.

“Yes.”

“Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortly
you’ll begin to feel sleepy and you’ll close your eyes,
but you’ll be able to hear every word I say.”

In less then 5 minutes John was completely under.

“John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?”

“Yes,” came the dreamy reply.

“OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your
feelings towards black men.”

There was no hesitation in John’s reply.

“To tell the truth, I’m intimidated by them.”

“Why?”

“Because they seem to act so much better then I am.
They have management positions in my work place and
they seem to flaunt that in front of all us older, more
experienced employees. They always seem like they’re
much better at doing the same work I’ve been doing for
over 30 years, while they’ve only been there less then
5 years, and I resent having those feelings.”

“Do you feel you were slighted by upper management when
they placed a black man over you and your department?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because they tend to take advantage of their
position.”

“In what way?”

“They treat the women, especially the white women,
better then they do the men. They always seem to be
making passes at them and the women seem to like it
that way.”

“Do these women ever complain about this attention?”

“Not that I’ve heard.”

“Do you ever wonder why?”

Silence.

“Well, I have heard rumors going through the office and
warehouse.”

“What kind of rumors?”

“That some of the white women are sleeping with the
black managers.”

“Does that upset you?”

“Yes, it sure does.”

“Why?”

“Because they shouldn’t be sleeping around with their
bosses, especially if their boss is a black man.”

“And why do you feel that way?”

“It’s just against my nature to even get close to a
black man, or a black woman, and I feel that they are
betraying their race by sleeping with them.”

“Could it be that you’re jealous of the black men?”

“What?”

Dr. Gosman could hear the surprise in John’s voice as
he answered.

“I asked you, ‘Are you jealous of the black me?'”

“Why should I be?”

“Because they’re getting something that you want.”

“And what would they have to offer that I would want?”

“Perhaps you’re jealous of their abilities to handle
these women and that you wish you could do as well with
them.”

“But I’m happily married!”

“So? That doesn’t mean you haven’t been tempted to try
and get into another woman’s panties, does it?”

Silence, again.

“Well?” Dr. Gosman prompted.

“I’m not that way,” John insisted.

“And what way would you be?”

The doctor could see the struggle within John and he
knew that he was close to getting an honest answer from
him. He’d been in this business long enough to
recognize the symptoms, the hesitations, the sudden
bouts of quiet that meant the patient was genuinely
thinking about his or her next answer.

“Well,” John continued to hesitate, but soon that
hesitation gave way and he answered the doctor’s
question. “I’m not trying to get into any woman’s
panties, doctor. I want to get into my bosses pants and
see what kind of equipment he has down there. I’ve
always had a tendency to be bisexual, but my wife
doesn’t know that, and I’ve always wondered if it’s
true about black men and their cocks. Are they really
bigger and better?”

Dr. Gosman was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected
that answer. Every now and then a patient would
surprise him, and this was certainly one of those
moments.

“Have you been with other men in the past?” he asked.

“Yes, many times, but my wife doesn’t know about it.”

“And how have you managed to hide it from here all
these years?”

“I only act on my feelings for a cock when I’m out of
town on business, and never here at home. Too many
people around town know me and I don’t want it to get
back to DeeDee that I’m sucking some strange man’s
cock. I don’t know if she’d be able to handle it.”

“Have you ever sucked a black cock, John?”

“Never!”

“Why not?”

“Because of my feelings for black people. I’ve already
told you how I feel about them.”

“Yes, you have. But, I’m wondering if you don’t have a
secret fantasy to suck a black cock every now and
then.”

Now John’s face blushed a bright red.

“So! I’m right! You have fantasized about sucking a
black cock?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me why?”

“Whenever the women get to talking at work about how
well-endowed the boss is I find my mind wondering. I
catch myself actually staring at his crotch when he
walks past my desk, wondering if it’s really as big as
they claim it is. I wonder, is it cut or covered with
foreskin. I fantasize about putting my hands around it
and then taking it into my mouth and sucking on it
until he shoots his load into my mouth and down my
throat.”

As John was talking about his dreams, the doctor
noticed that his breathing had increased and that there
was now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock got
harder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was even
getting a hard on listening to this man’s revelations.

“John.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to put you into a deeper trance and then I’m
going to give you a key word that only I will use when
we’re together in our appointments. You’ll remember
that word and instantly go into a deep trance and will
only hear my voice and you’ll listen to only me and do
anything that I tell you to do. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, your key word is going to be ‘trek’ and once I say
it again, you’ll go deeper into your trance and stay
that way until I tell you what you have to do. Do you
understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Trek.”

John leaned back against the sofa, appearing to go into
a deeper sleep.

Dr. Gosman got up from the chair and went to his desk,
where he picked up his phone, dialed an extension, and
said only one word into the instrument. About 5 minutes
later there was a knock on the inner office door, from
the other side of the room. This was not the reception
room door, but the one leading to the back of the
building.

When he opened the door the janitor stood there, in a
trance of his own. He, the janitor, entered the room
and stood there while the doctor closed and locked the
door.

“Ok, Eddy. I told you that I’d call you again sometime.
Now is that time. Do you remember what I told you we’d
do, when I did finally call you?”

“Yes sir,” Eddy answered.

“And just what are your instructions?”

“I’m to come to your office, where you’ll let me in.
Once I’m in the room I am to get undressed and do
whatever you tell me to do.”

“Good. Now get undressed and wait here until I call you
again.”

Dr. Gosman watched as Eddy began to take his clothes
off. First his shoes, then his shirt, followed by his
pants, socks and finally his shorts. The man that stood
in front of him was a well built man of 79, well,
almost 80. He took care of his body and there was
hardly any fat to be seen anywhere on his black frame.
Between his legs hung perhaps the largest example of
black cock the doctor had ever seen.

He knew from past experience that Eddy’s cock was now
at 8 inches, soft. When he got hard it measured to
almost 12 inches and was very uncut, with a lot of
excess skin hanging off the tip of his cock head. He
had used Eddy in the past with his patients and he had
been well rewarded by what he’d seen in the past. His
patients had enjoyed their interaction with Eddy and no
one had complained one bit.

Why would they? They could vividly remember everything
that had happened but due to his hypnotic suggestions,
they were unable to openly talk about it to anyone.
They could remember every lurid detail of what had
happened to them, both male and female, but once they
tried to voice their thoughts about what had happened
their minds would instantly go blank and they’d act as
if they’d lost their train of thought. In all actuality
though, they couldn’t forget what had happened, they
just couldn’t discuss it with anyone but himself.

The doctor went to the sofa, sat next to John, and
explained to him what would happen. Then he planted the
suggestion that, while he’d remember everything that
happened in this office, he would be unable to talk to
anyone about it. If he tried to tell his thoughts to
anyone, he would instantly forget what he was going to
say, though the images would be clearly in his mind for
the rest of his life.

“Do you understand all of that, John?”

“Yes,” came the only reply that was available to the
man.

“Good. Now, I want you to get up and get undressed,
fold your clothes and place them on the chair to your
right and then sit back on the sofa.”

He watched as John got up and began to disrobe. He
watched from his seat as John took off his shirt, then
his shoes, pants and finally his shorts. He was amazed
to see that John was well endowed with a large cock.
Though not as large as Eddy, it was still impressive
and he gauged that it was at least 9 to 10 inches when
hard. He also noticed that his cock was also uncut,
with an excess of skin covering the cock head.

John sat again on the sofa and the doctor called Eddy
into the room.

“John? Do you see the black man standing at the other
end of the room?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Tell me what you see.”

“You have an older black man here in your office. He’s
just standing there, without anything on. His cock
seems to be quite large and I can see that he’s uncut,
like me.”

“Good. Now then, John, tell me what you’d like to do
next.”

“I want to put my hands on that cock and suck on it
until he shoots his load into my mouth.”

“Are you sure that’s what you really want to do?”

“Yes!”

The tone of John’s voice left little to the imagination
that he was telling the doctor his true feelings. John
really wanted to suck that black cock and feel it
shooting into his mouth and down his throat.”

“Ok, John. I’m going to tell him to come over and then
you can do whatever you want to.”

Dr. Gosman called Eddy over and instructed him to stand
in front of John and to enjoy what was to happen. After
all, the doctor wanted all his patients to enjoy
themselves, and if it meant that someone wanted to fuck
or suck in his office, then who was he to deny them?
Besides, he enjoyed a good show when he watched one,
and he knew he was about to witness a good show between
John and Eddy.

Eddy moved across the room until he stood in front of
John, his cock getting harder as he got closer to the
white man. He’d had plenty of white people suck his
cock, both men and women, and he never got tired of
having people pay attention to his endowment. He loved
the attention and he knew that at almost 80 years old,
he’d never get too many chances to enjoy something like
this again.

John had never seen a man so black before. This man was
charcoal black, including his cock, and his white hand
stood out in stark contrast against that black skin. He
reached out and grabbed the semi-hard cock in front of
him, pulling the foreskin down, exposing the pinkish
cock head, which glistened with the juices his skin
produced, which accounted for the ability to jerk the
skin back and forth so easily. He should know, since he
was also uncut and had jerked off many times without
any use of lubricant.

He watched as the pinkish head appeared and
disappeared, as the skin covered and uncovered it. It
had been almost 2 years since he’d enjoyed a cock to
play with and to suck on, and he was going to enjoy
this one. The thrill of this being a black cock only
excited him more. He’d never even thought to actually
touching a black cock, much less actually getting to
suck on one, but right here, right now, he was getting
his fantasy to come true.

He held the cock in his hands, like he’d always wanted
to do, and as he held on to it, he lowered his head and
placed his lips on that black piece of uncut meat,
tasting his first black cock. The taste reminded him of
why he liked to suck cock. It was the true taste of a
man that he longed for, and sucking a cock was the only
way to get it. He marveled at the texture of the black
skin. The cock was extremely hard, but yet his cock
skin felt like velvet to him. The smoothness startled
him and he just soaked up the feeling, never wanting to
let it go.

Lowering his head, and opening his mouth at the same
time, he engulfed the cock head and took it deep into
his mouth, feeling it strike the back of his throat.
He’d never had a cock this big in his mouth before, but
he wanted to get as much into his mouth as he could.
He’d sucked cocks for well over 20 years now, and had
learned a lot of methods that would allow him to take a
cock into his throat.

He employed one such method now. He held his breath,
pulled his head back, stretching his throat to a
straighter line, and pushed forward. Slowly he felt the
huge cock go further into his throat and once his nose
bumped into the bristly hair at the base, he knew he’s
accomplished what he wanted. He had the entire length
of the black cock embedded in his throat and once that
happened he started pumping his head back and forth,
building up the friction within with his mouth, knowing
that he’d be able to feel the cum as it shot down his
throat and into his stomach.

He knew that he’d not get a taste of it this first
time, but somehow he realized that there would be other
chances to get the taste of this black man’s cum. First
though, he wanted to suck this wonderful cock and to be
satisfied with knowing that he’d gotten him to shoot
his load by only using his mouth and tongue.

The two men were so engaged with each other that they
never noticed that Dr. Gosman had disrobed and was now
just a naked as they were. His 6 inch, uncut cock, was
standing at attention while he jerked off to the sight
in front of him. Then he got on his knees and crawled
between the two men and took John’s cock into his
mouth.

Like the two men in the room with him, his desires were
for cock, as well as pussy, and he never failed to take
advantage of a situation such as this. He loved sucking
a cock as much as watching another man, or woman, suck
a cock. He didn’t consider himself either straight or
bi, just overly sexed and always wanting more,
regardless of the sex of the patient.

The doctor sucked John’s uncut cock until he emptied
his load and then he pulled off, sucking the excess
skin and licking all the cum off it. Then he lowered to
the patient’s balls and licked on them for a while,
getting what little bit of cum had missed his mouth the
first time. Once he was done he got up, dressed again,
and continued to watch the spectacle in front of him.

Eddy enjoyed having someone suck on his cock. He always
had, too. Since he’d never been married he’d had to
take whatever he could get, whenever he could get it.
His arrangement with Dr. Gosman had been a welcome one.
While he didn’t really like the thought of being
hypnotized, he didn’t object too much one the doctor
had told him what would be happening.

He even insisted that the doctor implant in his memory
the same one he used on his patients, that he
distinctly remember everything that happened. Hell, not
that he’d ever discuss it with anyone, but that way he
could always jack off to the many memories, knowing
that he’d never be able to tell anyone what he was
thinking. Perhaps, to him, that was the best part. He
could clearly remember every encounter of the past 5
years, and they were

John was beginning to like the feel of the black cock
deep in his throat and he used those muscles to get a
grip on the piece of meat and work them as much as he
could, trying his best to get the old man to shoot his
load.

Meanwhile, as he stood there, his cock embedded in that
white mouth, Eddy relived some of his prior experiences
with Dr. Gosman’s other patients, both black and white,
male and female. He clearly remembered his first piece
of white pussy.

The woman had been widowed for almost 10 years and
found it difficult to accomplish an orgasm, even though
she masturbated regularly. She’d never taken another
man to her bed, ashamed that she would dishonor the
memory of her husband. She’d come to the doctor to try
hypnosis, hoping that she’d be able to get over her
hang ups, but in the end had been unable to.

The memories of her husband were just too much for her
and even the hypnosis that Dr. Gosman used was unable
to over come her fears. In the end he’d gotten Eddy to
fuck her while she was still under and had given her
the same instructions, that she’d always remember what
had happened. He felt that she used those visions like
he did, while she fingered her pussy and came by
herself. He’d never seen the woman again after that.

Before he had time to think about other encounters, he
found himself ready to unload his cum. Try as the could
though, he was unable to stop himself and his load felt
like it was coming from the tips of his toes, as he had
the most powerful shooting experience he’d had in a
long time. He just knew that the man’s head would jerk
back, so powerful was that shot, but John impressed
Eddy by keeping his cock in his throat while he
continued to work on it.

The first blast took John by surprise. Over the years
he’d gotten to know when a man was going to unload on
him, but this time he was caught by surprise. The first
indication he had was when he actually felt the first
blast erupt into his throat, and what a blast it was,
too! One of the most powerful he’d felt in ages and
each eruption after that was less and less powerful
until, finally it stopped and he was able to pull the
huge cock out of his mouth and lick and suck on the
man’s balls until he was sure the older man was
finished. Then he took the excess skin into his mouth
and stabbed his tongue between that skin and the cock
head, laving his tongue all around the inside, licking
up what juices lingered, until he was sure there was no
more to be had.

He pulled the spent cock out of his mouth, still
gripping it with both hands, jerking it, hoping for
more juices. When he realized that no more was forth
coming he released the cock and leaned back into the
soft, satisfied with what he’d done. He leaned back
into the sofa, closed his eyes, and relived the event
in his mind.

He was taken completely by surprised when he felt a
mouth on his own cock, opening his eyes to see that the
black man hand knelt down and now had his cock in his
mouth. The warmth of that mouth felt good and he wanted
to keep his cock there forever. He watched as the black
man took his complete length into his mouth, and could
feel his teeth working on his foreskin, then felt the
man’s tongue slip between his cock head and the loose
skin. He knew that in a minute or two his cock would be
at rock hard attention and that he’d be unable to keep
from blowing his load into that mouth.

Eddy loved to suck cock, almost as much as he loved
having his cock sucked and, while the white man wasn’t
quite as large as he was, the cock felt good in his
mouth and he used ever technique he knew to get the man
to unload his cum. He didn’t know that the good doctor
had already gotten John to empty his balls already, but
that didn’t stop him from trying.

He bobbed his head up and down, taking the full length
into his mouth on each down stroke, feeling it scrape
against his throat with each lunge. He could feel the
skin retract with each down stroke, as well, and he
enjoyed the feeling that the skin made on the back of
his throat with each up stroke.

After about 10 minutes of sucking he was rewarded with
a small amount of cum, not as much as he’d expected,
but it was enough to satisfy him, so he concentrated on
getting every drop and then licked the cock clean. Once
he was done he got up and crossed the room, retrieved
his clothing, got dressed, and then left the way he’d
entered, through the back door.

“Once Eddy was finished with John he got dressed and
left, as he’d been instructed to do. I knew that he’d
be back tomorrow though, because I’d already told him
that I had an appointment with the man’s wife at the
same time, so I knew he’d be expecting my call. John
represents a change to get a couple to compete with
each other over one man’s cock.

“While I have no doubt that John still has some strong
feelings about being around blacks, I feel that his
memories will temper those feelings. I know he’ll have
a hard time reconciling his feelings for the flashbacks
and memories he’ll carry when he leaves the office, but
in the end I think he’ll be a better person for it all.
I can hardly wait to get his wife in here tomorrow and
see what happens then. After that, my meeting with both
of them at the same time should produce some startling
revelations for both of them.”

Dr. Gosman finished his entry and leaned back in his
chair. John had been gone for almost an hour and the
feeling of what had transpired was still fresh in his
mind, as well as the taste of his cock on his taste
buds.

“Yes,” he said out loud, “tomorrow is going to be
something else.”

Needless to say, to be continued…

**

Please, let me know what you think. I’ve been mentally
working on this story for just over a month now and
it’s literally fallen into place as I was writing it.
I’ve got the last two parts already outlined and
they’ll be posted here for all to read, so be sure to
let me know your thoughts, whether or not you liked it
or if you even have suggestions. I’m always open to
reader suggestions, I may not often use them, but I’m
open to hearing them. If they do fit in the context of
what I’ve already planned, who knows? You may see your
thoughts in print here.

Thanks. JJ

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