How I Met Damien

Surprisingly, the gym was busy! I hopped on the first available spinning bike, started my Garmin and my music, and started pedaling. I was in the zone. I was really pushing myself. After about 20 minutes of intense intervals, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped my music and slowed down.

"Hey man. So sorry buddy, but I think you dropped your room card." The guy standing beside my bike was... well... he was a fucking hunk! About 6 feet 4 in tall, about 220lbs red hair, blue eyes, hairy, fit. I was in good shape, but my thing was mostly cardio. This guy was like a block!

"Oh wow, thanks man, I appreciate it", I said, giggling.

He smiled at me, and hopped on the bike beside me.

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"I'm Damien." He shook my hand.

"I'm Joseph. Nice to meet you Damien. Are you here for the conference?"

"Yeah. This is my favorite marketing conference. Love visiting L.A. ", he said. "What about you, what's your story?"

"Well... I'm from LA. I've been at this conference five times already. I'm actually hosting a workshop about small businesses and social media today."

"That's awesome buddy. I'll make sure to add that one to my list."

We chatted like this for about 20 minutes. My pace was obviously more relaxed, but that was ok. I had made a friend, and he was cute! I went back to my room, took a nice long shower, jerked off thinking about my new white friend, got ready and headed down to the conference. I was a little bit nervous. The workshop I was hosting was set for 3:30 PM. But I first had to attend the opening conference.

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The conference was interesting, and lunch was even better. But I had butterflies. I was always a little bit nervous before hosting a workshop. At 3 PM, I went in the Churchill Room, where the small business workshop would take place. There were about 100 seats in the room. Of course, I was hoping to fill the room. Most people base their workshop choices on the speaker's bio. There's always some kind of friendly competition between speakers; we all want to attract the most people. So I was very proud to see a full room! About 30 people were standing at the back of the room, unable to find a seat.

So I started. I broke the ice with a few good jokes. People were into it. I was in full control. Everything was going well. About 60 minutes in, I asked the attendees if they had questions. I saw a few hands up, but one in particular caught my attention. It was Damien. I blushed a little, and pointed in his direction.

"First, I want to say that this was an amazing workshop, Mr. Harris." I smiled. He was so fucking hot. "How can small businesses reach their full marketing potential with limited marketing budgets?"

I smiled at him and answered his question. I was surprised that I was able to focus on my response. I was hypnotized by his beauty. I then answered a few more questions, and that was the end of the workshop. It was a huge success. I was proud. But I had one thing in mind: Damien. As I exited the room, I saw him. Was he waiting for me?

"Hey Joseph. That was an awesome workshop, the best I've seen in years!"

"Oh wow, thanks so much Damien. You're so nice. I'm always a little bit nervous. But I think it went pretty well."

"It did! You rocked it! Would you like to get a drink at the bar? I don't really feel like going to the 4PM conference." I smiled, nodded, and we went to the bar. We chatted for about two hours. We talked mostly about work and sports. But then, after a few drinks and both of us feeling tipsy, Damien surprised me.

"I like you, Joey. I like you a lot. Do you have a boyfriend?"

I blushed. Being light brown, I was still bright red.

"Well... huh... no... I'm single."

"Oh, nice!" He was smiling. I knew at that time that he wanted me. But I didn't know how to react. I had never been in this kind of situation. Damien then ordered shooters. It was about 6 PM. After the 3rd shooter, Damien moved and sat next to me. He whispered in my ear.

"I want you brown sugar. I want you bad, sexy." And he put his room card in my jean pocket. He got up and left.

I was nervous. But I was rock hard. I knew I had to go. It was now or never. So I decided to go to room 814. In front of the door, I hesitated, with the key in my hand. As I was about to turn around and go to my room, the door opened.

"Come in Joey." So in I went. He had poured two glasses of Glen Livet. He was sitting on the bed. I took the chair beside the bed

"You're so cute, Joey. For some reason, I feel like you might not have too much experience with guys. Am I right?"

"Hum well yes. I mean, no. I have no experience at all."

Damien got up, and came close to the chair. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge.

"You will please a man for the first time tonight baby. I'm going to make you my own little brown sugar faggot. And there's no turning back, baby. Once you have my white cock in you, you will never go back to pussy. Never." I had a huge hard-on. I knew how important this moment was for me, for my future. This was the moment I had been waiting for so long.

Damien unzipped his pants, and took out a beautiful white cut cock. About 9 inches long. He placed my hand on it.

"Get on your knees black bitch." I dropped to my knees. He slapped his cock on my cheeks, and then placed it close to my lips. I kissed it. It smelled good. I wanted to taste it. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. So I opened my mouth. And he pushed it in. Inch by inch. It didn't take long for me to gag.

"Hmmm yes gag on my sweet cock, black bitch. You're such a good Big Nigger Lip Cock Sucker. Taking my white cock on our first date! I'm going to fuck that mouth so hard baby!" And he did. He started fucking my mouth as if it was a pussy. I was gagging, but I still managed to suck him good. And then I felt his body tense up. I knew he would cum. I was about to take my first load. I was about to become a real bitch.

"Fucking fag whore. Take my load you little black bitch. I'm making you my faggot!" And he came! He shot most of his load in my mouth, and I swallowed most of it. He shot the last few drops on my face. It felt so good. I felt so fucking faggy and slutty. I wanted more.

"Hmmm sweetie. You're such a good black bitch! You know what's next sweetie is. I'm gonna take your virgin pussy." I was so horny. I wanted to please Damien so bad. He ordered me to take all my clothes off, and led me to the bed. He laid me down on my back, and brought me to the edge of the bed.

"I'm gonna breed you, little black bitch." He lifted my legs, giving him full access to my virgin ass. "This will make you mine, baby. You will remember my white cock for the rest of your life. I want to mark you baby. No brand you like they brand animals." Damien suddenly bent down, and buried his face between my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue on my asshole. He pushed it in. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and then whimpered.

"Are you ready for your first white cock sweetie?" I nodded. He put his hands on my hips, and I felt his rock hard bareback cock penetrate me. He was being careful and gentle at first. Then his hard cock slid deep into me. It didn't take long for him to become rougher with me. I was on all 4's facing his large mirror, Damien then placed his hands around my chest and bringing me on my knees. My white cock is up in you, as you face the mirror, your brown cock is rock hard, no one has touched it. Your hands are reaching for my arms. Your knees slightly buckle, giving me the indication you're almost warn down.

"You're my fucking whore, bitch! Say it!"

"I'm your whore. I'm your bitch. Please Please fuck me!!!",

I surprised myself saying that. And that's when he started pounding me hard. I mean HARD. He was fucking me like an animal. It hurt. But I was moaning. I can't explain why I loved it so much. I could tell how good I was making him feel, and that aroused me so fucking bad. I felt slutty. I was where I was meant to be! Damien was actually helping me recognize what I truly was: a black fag who craved white cock.

"Hmmm you fucking whore. I'm gonna fill that pussy! You're such a good fucking black whore. Are you ready for my load baby? I'm gonna fill you and breed you baby." I knew it was coming. He was going to fill my tight hole with his precious seed. I was moaning like a true bitch.

"Take my load, bitch!" He was out of breath, but so was I. He was filling my virgin pussy and I loved it. I continued moaning. When he was done, he laid down beside me and started stroking my cock. It took about 30 seconds for me to shoot a huge load on my belly, and on his fingers. He took most of it to my lips.

"A good slut doesn't waste a drop of cum, baby." So I ate my own cum. He kissed me deeply, his tongue deep in my mouth.

"You're an amazing lover, Joe. I'm serious. I think this will be the best conference ever!" He hugged me. We kissed and I fell asleep in his arms, smiling. I was finally becoming what I had been wanting for so long.

A REAL LIFE BLACK FAGGOT FOR WHITE BOYS. Guess what? I LOVE it.

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