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Black Isn’t So Bad After All – an Interracial Bisexual Story

20 December, 2016 (14:44) | first time gay sex,, interracial, Uncategorized | By: Gaysexstories

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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