Chapter 2: Consent Given

(In the previous chapter, “Advise And Consent”, the woman who had become my thesis advisor tested my oral skills and promised to bring Big Black Cock into my life.)

“Wayne,” Dr. Brownlee spoke my name, grabbing my attention amidst the group of academics attending the department’s drinks party. “Here’s someone I want you to meet.”

Standing beside the imposingly attractive older woman was a tall, lanky African-American man with a medium complexion and startling eyes: one brown, the other blue.

“This is Dr. Kenneth Starke. Ken, meet my protégé, Dr. Wayne Wanley.”

I was flattered that Adele had called me her protégé. “Not ‘doctor’ yet,” I demurred, smiling as we shook hands. This social event was to celebrate me and two other PhD candidates who would be receiving our doctorates at commencement in two weeks.

“Don’t be so modest,” Ken responded, his grip firm and warm. “Adele has nothing but good things to say about you.” He smiled as he looked me over, appraisingly.

I glanced at Adele, who raised her eyebrows in an unmistakable sign that this was The One.

“Oh?” I said, coyly, that’s very kind of her.” Despite my heterosexual orientation, over the past two weeks I had come to completely accept her assumption that I would welcome sexual advances from a black man.

Ken’s handshake lingered. He put his left hand on my shoulder and said, “She described your assets very favorably. That’s why I’m here.”

I glanced down to check his “assets”. They appeared to be considerable; his tailored slacks failed to disguise a generous package. I looked back up into his eyes as he gave my shoulder a proprietary squeeze.

“Ken is a colleague of mine at the institute,” Adele explained. “His specialty is genetics, which is a new area of research for us. He got his PhD at Hopkins and joined us last year.”

Naturally, I was impressed, just as I had been impressed by Adele on our first encounter. “Let’s go up to my office,” Adele suggested in an authoritative tone, turning toward the exit. I admired the breadth of her rotund derriere as Ken and I followed her down the hall. In my already aroused state, I couldn’t help remembering the exciting flavor of her big, juicy pussy and the ample flesh that surrounded it.

We took the elevator to the fourth floor. “I’ve asked Ken to help me persuade the board to accept you as a research fellow,” she continued. “There’s a bit of controversy about it, but there’s still a good chance we can pull it off.” The doors opened and once again she led the way.

As soon as she had ushered us into her office and shut the door, she perched herself on the edge of her desk and addressed us, “Why don’t you undress for Dr. Keene, boy.”

I was a bit surprised by her sudden change of tone. Not that she was speaking any more authoritatively than before, but her word choice clearly signaled my status, at least for the here and now. I was expected to assume the subservient role I had learned to desire.

Noting my hesitation, she smiled and added, “Only if you want to, of course.”

Well, that only made me more eager to comply. Having already consented in my mind, I felt challenged to prove myself. I stripped quickly and turned to face Ken, exposing my fully erect five inches. He was seated on the small couch opposite the desk and was watching me curiously. I looked into his eyes and perceived a thinly veiled predatory expression.

“Isn’t he pretty?” Adele asked after a moment. The longer I stood there exposed, the more excited I was becoming. “Look at those soft, pink lips,” she said suggestively.

“Yes, very nice” said Ken thoughtfully, and then in an authoritative tone, he said, “Turn around.”

I turned to show him my backside. Spacing my feet apart a little, I relaxed my stance. I wanted my ass to look soft and pliant.

“Yes, he’s everything you said,” Ken said. “I appreciate this, Adele.”

I found it exciting to be talked about like this, as if I were a mere object. Was I a gift from her to him?

“Since you’ve never had a white boy, I thought that this one would be a good one to start with,” Adele replied.

“Yeah, he’s perfect!” Ken said with feeling.

“You’ll see,” Adele said as I blushed, “They’re much better than the girls, everyone says so. Nothing else like it.”

I heard Ken stand up. “Come here, boy,” he commanded.

I turned and stepped toward the tall, imposing figure.

“Kneel.”

I complied. Sitting on my heels, I gazed up at his towering figure. I was close enough to feel the warmth of his thighs. I could almost smell him through his trousers.

“You want to worship me, don’t you.” he said. It didn’t sound like a question.

I answered nevertheless. “Yes, sir,” I said simply, hoping I sounded humble enough.

“Take out my cock, boy.” There was something in the way he said “boy”. It wasn’t condescending; it wasn’t mean or belittling, but inviting, almost conspiratorial. It made me happy, almost giddy with anticipation, as I reached for his belt.

I resisted the impulse to touch the bulge that extended down the left leg of his trousers as I pulled down his zipper. I tried to remain calm and not to rush as I opened his trousers. I wanted to savor this moment, to make it a solemn and reverent act, although my heart and my dick were pounding in ardor.

It was a bit awkward, but since he hadn’t told me to pull his pants down, I pulled on the elastic waistband of his underpants with my left hand, stretching it, so I could slip my right hand into his pants and down to where his snake lay, apparently at rest. It seemed to resist as I grasped its girth, becoming less and less pliant as I tugged on it and wrestled it out of its confines, finally pulling it successfully into view, where it hung suspended, arching over the waistband, its huge purple knob pointing downward towards my naked knees.

It was truly magnificent! I gasped in admiration of its sheer beauty, the thick shaft several shades darker than the warm brown skin of his face and hands. His foreskin was bunched beneath the crown, fully exposing that imposing head resplendent in deep royal purple.

I took it upon myself to free the beast further by tugging Ken’s waistband down and slipping it behind his big meaty balls to hold it in place. Now the full majesty of the Big Black Cock was fully displayed. I felt humbled and awed in its presence. I looked up into Ken’s eyes in silent entreaty.

“You may kiss it,” he pronounce beneficently. “If you want to,” he added, making me responsible for my act of servility.

I did want to, very much indeed! I kissed the head. My lips applied just a touch of suction to the soft surface of the regal knob and then gently released it.

The quiet kissing sound seemed to reverberate in the silence of the room. I nodded forward again, pressing my lips to it once again, as Adele looked on approvingly.

This time, the tip of my tongue slipped through the slight parting of my lips to touch the revered flesh. A tiny hint of flavor moved me to open my lips further and press my tongue more ardently against his cockhead to caress it and to explore its flavor. In a moment, my mouth had engulfed the marvelous glans, marvelous in both texture and flavor and in how comfortably it fit my oral cavity.

My first cock! I was amazed at the sheer pleasure of having it in my mouth. It fit so perfectly! My tongue explored its dimensions, twirling joyfully. I sucked. I was a cocksucker now. I was both proud and grateful.

I looked up into Ken’s startling eyes as I sucked his delicious plum. His expression was aloof, appraising, critical. I felt an instant pang of guilt. Was I enjoying this more than he was? I was supposed to be worshipping him; is that what I was doing? Or was I being selfish? He had said “kiss”, not “suck”.

I immediately reverted to kissing his knob; I kissed the very tip with its smiling little piss-slit. I french-kissed his pee-hole, flicking my tongue-tip into it, wishing suddenly for a taste of his urine. I kissed my way down his stiffening shaft, then

back up, licking and nibbling on it like a hungry rodent.

On my next trip down, I didn’t stop at the root; the smell of his loose, round balls was too alluring. I kissed them; first softly with the deepest reverence, then more and more wetly with open lips and laving tongue.

I was almost dizzy from breathing his intoxicating musk. I sucked each orb in turn into my mouth and washed it, hungrily swallowing my saliva as it became flavored with his mouthwatering ball-sweat. I looked up once more.

This time I saw satisfaction in his eyes. I was ecstatic! I felt so fulfilled in that moment, as if the whole purpose of my life was to provide a moment’s pleasure to this man, my superior, my prospective owner. Yes, in that moment I desired nothing but to be owned by him.

“Ahh,” Ken sighed as I again licked his long, thick pole, wrapping my tongue around it as far as I could and sliding my lips up and down.

“That’s good,” he said, patting me on the head.

His cock was a steel rod now. It throbbed, pulsing with his every heartbeat. When I reached the top, there was precum beginning to run. My tongue lapped, my lips slurped it up. Had I ever tasted anything so delicious?