When I Started Driving a Taxi,
Copyright© 2026 by Guisamo
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - "Is it true that Black men have bigger penises?" I don't know how I came up with the idea of asking him that, but I blurted it out. He said, "Man, it's the same with black guys as with white guys, some have bigger ones, some have thicker ones, and some have both bigger and thicker ones."
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Gay Interracial Black Male White Male Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex
A week had passed since my encounter with Marcus and Roberto, and I could feel my sphincter missing the cocks that had defiled my body. My mind kept racing, wondering how my life had gotten to this point without me discovering the pleasure of sucking a good cock while another thick one opens my ass, just like in the Middle Ages when castle gates were opened by hammering them with logs. At first, they offered resistance, but once they managed to create even a small opening, two more blows would send them flying wide open.
I received a call from Marcus in which he told me he had a surprise for me. He said he’d found a secret society called B.D.L.F.W.A.T.P. (Black Dicks Looking for White Asses to Pound). Just hearing the description made my anus swell and my cock start drooling. He said he’d told them about me and how well you’d responded to our suggestions and requests, and upon hearing my words, they were interested in getting to know you DEEPLY, you know what I mean by that.
Does it sound good if we meet up this weekend? ... Sounds great to me. I’ve been searching the house all week for something to stick up my ass. I started by shoving carrots in there, but I ruled them out because they were too thin. Finally, I found a zucchini my wife uses for making creams, and I coated it with olive oil. At first, it resisted, but once the tip went in, the rest followed, until I found something like another internal sphincter. It was like being deflowered again, until I got past that point and everything became pure pleasure. Now I’m the one who goes to the greengrocer, and I get the thickest zucchini I can find, so my anus can get used to new sizes.
So you can tell them I’m eager to meet them ... Deep down.
My phone’s vibrator startled me. It was Marcus. His deep voice resonated in my ear as he told me about the secret society he’d found: B.D.L.F.W.A.T.P. The acronym echoed in my mind like a forbidden anthem: “Black Dicks Seeking White Assholes to Bust.”
“I told them about you,” Marcus whispered. “How well you responded to our jokes ... and they’re interested in getting to know you THOROUGHLY.”
My anus instinctively twitched at those words. All week, my body had craved the sensation of being filled again. I’d started with carrots, but dismissed them as insufficient. That’s when I found the green zucchini in my wife’s kitchen, perfectly curved and just the right size.
The first night with the zucchini was a revelation. Slathered in extra virgin olive oil, I fought my own resistance until the tip gave way. The initial pain transformed into indescribable ecstasy as I penetrated that second muscular ring, like being deflowered for the second time. From then on, my trips to the greengrocer’s had become a secret mission: to find the thickest specimens to expand my limits.
“I’m impatient,” I replied to Marcus. “Tell them I’m ready to get to know them THOROUGHLY.”
On Saturday night, I arrived at the place Marcus had indicated: an inconspicuous mansion on the outskirts of town. The door opened before I could ring the bell. Marcus stood there, smiling, flanked by Roberto and three dark-haired men I hadn’t seen before. They all wore only thin black robes that did little to conceal their prominent erections.
“Welcome to the sanctuary,” Marcus said, leading me toward a candlelit room in the center of the house.
The air smelled of incense and testosterone. In the center of the room was a raised platform covered in dark red velvet. The men surrounded me as they slowly undressed me, their hands exploring every inch of my skin.
“Marcus told us you’ve been preparing,” one of them murmured, his fingers finding my anus, already dilated with anticipation. “Are you ready to be our vessel tonight?” I nodded, unable to form words as they knelt me on the platform. Marcus was the first to penetrate, entering gently but firmly, paving the way. Roberto followed, and then the other three, each with their own techniques and rhythms.
I lost track of time, immersed in an ecstasy of pain and pleasure as they took turns, sometimes two at a time, opening me like the gates of a besieged castle. My body became a temple of sensations, each thrust resonating beyond the physical, transforming me.
When dawn broke, I lay exhausted but satisfied between them, my body marked by the night of passion. I had discovered a part of myself that I never knew existed, a longing that could only be satisfied by the union of bodies and souls in the search for the most absolute ecstasy. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the mansion’s heavy curtains, I felt the weight of multiple bodies on top of me. Marcus lay to my left, his semi-erect member resting on my thigh, while Roberto, to my right, snored softly, his hand still resting on my buttocks, as if claiming ownership of my newly conquered flesh.
I shifted cautiously, feeling a mixture of sharp pain and lingering pleasure in every muscle of my body. My anus, now swollen and sensitive, reminded me of the previous night with every involuntary twitch. In the bathroom, the mirror reflected back at me a transformed man: purple finger marks on my hips, small scratches on my back, and an expression on my face I didn’t quite recognize—a mixture of exhaustion and utter satisfaction.
“Wake up now, champ,” Marcus said from the bathroom doorway, grinning as he watched me. “You had an amazing night. The guys are thrilled with you.”